#like you know what. i didnt think this year could add another thing that i go What The Fuck about but here we are

[huginsmemory]

FUNNIEST SHIT JUST HAPPENED TO ME. So. Okay. Like I've been really busy with work and uni with the semester drawing to a close, plus with the new kitten being injured so I'm a bit disorganized. And I've also got this workshop thing for work that I'm going to this week that I've signed up to on the side. So I'm like ah yeah my coworker booked the hotel etc and I'm there for three days/two nights, coming back Thursday. And since I'm coming from a different area I'm carpooling in, and my other coworker I'm messaging is like I'm coming a day late, hope that's okay and I'm like oh, well, I wanted to come for the whole thing, so I catch a ride up this morning with some lovely folks who pick me up at 6:15 am and I'm like oh I thought it was in the evening it's starts??? And they're like oh that was yesterday, today there's a whole workshop today and I was like ohhhhh okay. Whoops my bad, didn't look at the agenda close enough. And then we go into the workshop and I'm like hmmm I don't see my coworker. Strange. Anyhow I'm like ahhhh okay maybe she's late, I'll go get us booked in. Go up to the counter and the guys really nice we r chatting and he's like hmmm are you sure it's under that name and I scroll up in my messages.

And I'm like. OHHHHH fuck.

Cause we're booked.

For the 26th and 27th.

I swipe down that upper menu to stare at the date. It says the 25th.

I swipe it up to stare at the dates of 26 and 27th again if I got it correct.

Yes it says the 26th and 27th.

I swipe down with the menu to recheck the date.

It's VERY much the 25th today.

I look up at the guy at the desk and go. "Ah there's been a scheduling error".

Anyhow I've found a cheaper place nearby (6 min walk) which is also fucking fancy but at least NOT $600 a night since I'm not sure it'll be covered. Apparently unbeknownst to me (a fool, who REALLY should've looked at the agenda properly) the workshop goes multiple days before and after the part that my coworkers and I are visiting it for. So I got a whole extra day of workshop. Which like. Not the worst thing in the world. Met a bunch of nice folks. Ate free food. But also... Incredible. Dude howwwwww

[jyoongim]

Alastor and married reader but instead of the whole other thing, he kills her husband and is the shoulder for her to cry on (cliche, I know) not wanting her to hate him. And you know- smut somewhere along the way

The happiest day of your life was your wedding day.

The thought of living your days in matrimonial bliss with the man of your dreams had always been your future plans.

Until it wasn’t….

Your dreams of waking up beside your soulmate, having a big family, and living out your days in love were all crushed the day you were told to come to the coroner.

To identify your husband.

You stared at the casket as the pastor read the sermon and it was lowered into the dirt. 

You felt nothing.

Numb.

The heavens must of felt your sadness as there was an endless pour.

Many family members and friends gave their condolences but you didn’t even acknowledge them.

How?

Why?

what had your husband done so terribly that someone would…

The cold of the rain disappeared as a hand grasped your shoulder, pulling your soaked body into theirs “You’ll catch a chill standing like that dear”

Alastor.

He held an umbrella over the two of you as you watch the diggers throw dirt onto the coffin.

You felt hot tears swell in your eyes and your body shook as sobs ran through you. You turned to Alastor, eyes glassy and lip wobbling and you sniffed

“I-I just…why? This-this…it wasnt suppose to be like this” you sobbed as Alastor gathered you in his arms and ran a soothing hand on your back.

He patted your back, letting you cry in his shoulder as he hummed “there there dear, itll be all right. Cry it out doll”

You curled into him as he held you, a hand rubbing your shoulder and back in comfort, whispering gentle words to try and ease your pain.

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You and Alastor grew up together. 

He was practically your best friend.

Hes seen you at your happiest and now at your saddest.

He was always your confidant and rock….until you met your husband.

You stopped coming down to the radio station.

You wanted to include him in on outings.

You wanted the two important men in your life to get along…

To share

Alastor would be damned if he gave you up.

But for you, he bared it.

He watched you marry the man you loved.

And he might could have lived happy knowing you were happy, but there was something inside him that just wouldnt go away about you withdrawing your affections from him and redirect them to another man.

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You sighed as you looked around the house. Your husband had just bought it and it was suppose to be a surprise after your wedding.

But now it just served as a reminder of what will never be.

“You should stay cher, the house is in your name” Alastor chirped, roaming around.

“I just dont feel right being here when…its just no longer what I thought it would be” you say glaring at a wedding portrait. Alastor smirked, rounding from the kitchen, wrapping his arms around you “Then redecorate! Add a bit of color. Make use of this lovely home”

You thought about it, you would hate to resell it. You didnt want to go back home to live with your parents.

You sighed again. 

“Then stay here with me…at least until” Alastor smiled, a soft chuckle escaping his lips.

“You think i was gonna leave? Oh darling im hurt you even thought of me like that”

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Alastor sat on top the man as he smiled cruelly down at him.

“She was never meant to be your wife.” he squeezed the man’s neck seething.

“Years. I spent years courting her. She might be a bit slow, but all I needed was a nudge. And then here you come. Bright and opinionated, always the knight in shining armor” The man gasped as Alastor’s grip tightened.

“Shes like a Doe, Shes cautious at first, feed her and be kind and shell come to you willingly. But I am the Hunter. I have calculated where and how my Doe reacts. I didnt need you messing up my plans.” the man stuttered in a choke

“Rest assure old chum, she makes a good wife” Alastor growled.

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You felt bad that Alastor spent most of his time over. You had tried to encourage and reassure him that you felt better and that he should go home, but the man was stubborn and knew you well enough to decline.

”Al people will start to talk if you’re constantly here. I’m a widow now,  you’ll be  the talk of town if you linger.”

Alastor shrugged “when have i ever cared about what others think and besides…when have you known me to just let you wallow in sorrow.”

Never. Alastor always found a way to make you smile even when you were sad.

You admit that you have enjoyed having Alastor around these last few weeks.

Hes helped you decorate the house, find joy again in life, and even staying with you.

You didn’t want to admit it,  but what affections you already had for the man, had seemed to grow. You put it off as just a way that you were trying to cope from the loss of your husband.

But that wasn’t the case….

Because before your husband….it was Alastor.

But you had just chalked it up to silly childhood emotions.

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The rain poured as the wind and thunder whipped around outside.

You and Alastor were cuddled on the couch looking through old photos.

You giggled as you flipped through the pages, reminiscing about your youth.

”lord what were we thinking….our mamas had a fit” you laughed shaking your head, Alastor chuckled “I think your mud pies improved”

You snort “Its the only thing I can actually cook”

The fire crackled as the storm raged outside and you leaned your head against his shoulder.

”you know…I can’t thank you enough.” You whispered, causing the man to flick his eyes to you curious

”For what my dear?”

You fiddle with the crochet blanket, burying your face in the crook of his neck, groaning in embarrassment “for always being there for me. I don’t know what I would have done if you weren’t there at the funeral…You’re really my saving grace Al”

Alastor’s lips curled into a smile, nuzzling into your hair, a deep rumble rakes his chest as lanky arms bound around you.

”Oh ma cherie  don’t say such things. We’ve known each other for years if anything you’re my saving grace.”

You pulled back a bit to give him a funny look, to make a snarky remark but the way Alastor was looking at you made your throat closeup.

Such affection and adoration in those deep eyes.

Your heart was pounding in your chest. 

You ducked your head “Yourejust saying that” you mumbled.

Soft lips grazed your forehead. “I would never lie to you dear”

Maybe it was because it was a storm outside and you were cozy up by the fire

Maybe it was Alastor spending most of his time here.

Maybe it was his consideration for you, the flowers he got you , his cooking (that was AMAZING), the times he sang to you or danced to whatever the radio played.

Whatever it was, you didn’t realized that he had leaned towards you until you felt his lips brush yours. 

Your brain was telling you that you should stop this.

This was your friend.

Your husband just died.

Your shouldn’t.

You closed your eyes and pressed your lips to his, angling your head to slot your lips together.

The kiss was slow, steady, soft…almost like he was testing the waters, unsure of how you would react.

You nipped at his lips and a surprised gasp left you as he pulled you into his lap, deepening the kiss.

That small noise must have possessed something in the man as the once gentle kiss turn to something carnal.

Your arms were loops around his neck and your finger s were buried in his hair as he attempted to devour you.

His lips left your lips to trail to your neck, littering it in bites and suckling.

A soft moan escaped your throat “A-Al”

He pulled back, eyes blown and low.

”Tell Me you don’t want this and ill stop”

He peppered soft kisses along the column of your neck

”Tell me you don’t want me as much as I want you and ill pretend this didn’t happened”

is that what you wanted?

Your heart was pounding.

You cupped his face and gave him a soft smile, before pressing a soft kiss to his nose

”We shouldn’t…”

His hands slipped under your shirt, fingers dancing on your skin

”yea”

You twirled his hair

”But don’t please don’t stop”

That was all he needed to hear….

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Your shadows danced across the walls, the fire casting a glow on your bodies as you rode his cock.

”F-fuck!”you whined as pleasure ripped through your body.

Alastor’s hands were gripping your ass as you bounced on top of him.

He swirled his tongue around a perk nipple, groaning as your gummy walls gripped him.

”you feel so good” he mumbled, teething the mound, causing you to moan.

You threw your head back, a rugged gasp leaving you.

Alastor loved the noises you made, pushing his hips up to meet yours as if to carve his cock into your cunt.

”such a pretty sight you are my dear, if  only I could engrave you into my memory”

Your thighs were burning as you chased your release

”I’m-oh! Fuck fuck Al!”

He slipped a hand between you, thumb circling your swollen clit

”You gonna cum? Cmon baby cum on my cock, let me paint those pretty walls of yours white”

You whined and with a silent cry, you cummed, body shaking as you creamed around him.

Hot sparks ran through you as he toyed your clit, riding out your orgasm as you grind your hips against him.

With a sigh, you slumped against him panting as he planted his feet to pound into you until he came with a choked grunt, cock twitching as he filled you with his cum.

You pressed kisses along his clamming skin, humming as you came down from your high.

Thee two of you sat there, breathless, until Alastor intertwined one of your hands and brought it to his lips.

”Is it a bad time to propose?”

You laughed

[mythalism]

That post you reblogged made me realize that Rook being uncurious and only thinking in straight lines got them recruited because Varric doesn't want someone who could be easily swayed to Solas's side. If the Inquisitor was a romanced Lavellan, I can see Varric viewing his boss as someone who isn't thinking straight when it comes to Solas, and it's probably why even Lavellan herself seeks out Rook's opinion on whether or not to reconcile with Solas, because Rook is expected to be incapable falling for Solas's "charm", which could literally just be Solas telling the truth, but anyway. Realizing this does make the game worse for me, 'cause it feels like a minority's plight being brushed aside in favor of a centrist's need to defend the status quo. Sorry for rambling. Thanks for reblogging that post. :)

i think this is a really interesting watsonian way of looking at this but i agree its ultimately a flop. playing up rook's supposed lack of bias and value as an outside perspective when it came to solas could have been really interesting too if it wasnt being done in a way that was ultimately designed to rob the situation of nuance rather than add it. imagine if alongside harding's rose-colored view of the inquisitor and their relationship to solas you had another companion (or even ghost varric. or advisor!merrill because she should have been there) warning you to be wary of anything they say about him, that they're biased in his favor and untrustworthy.

with a lavellan you could have bellara or davrin warning you of how they grew up hearing the story of how the inquisitor betrayed their people when they fell for the dread wolf's tricks. how the tale of a romanced, vallaslin-less lavellan is now whispered around dalish campfires to elven children as a lesson of exactly what will happen if they ignore the keeper's wisdom and allow the dread wolf to catch their scent. another betrayer who trusted fen'harel and lost their blood writing. who got their clan killed. who lost everything. toss in a couple bad-faith interpretations of the inquisition's greatest PR nightmares and its a perfect mirror of how solas's story was misconstrued in the same way. of course, none of it is the truth. it wasn't really their fault. they didnt know! wait. where have i heard that before...

and then rook goes to meet them - all of these disparate views of who they are fresh in their minds. are they the kind, admirable, worthy, holy savior that harding idolizes? are they a tragic, pathetic fool chasing after a doomed love? are they a fen'harel sympathizing turncoat elf who's about to manipulate you into dooming the world (again)? are they just a person doing their best? (are they just like you?) well. rook is the perfect person to make that judgement! right? because they're so perfectly unbiased and completely objective, because being completely unbiased and objective as a person is possible, right? and because being unbiased and objective IS the goal and is always superior to being swayed by passion or emotion, right? except. now the inquisitor is in front of you and... its kind of hard to tell. they seem like anyone else you've talked to. they seem a little sad and lonely. they are pretty level-headed about the whole thing. more than you expected. an inquisitor with high approval with solas would speak about him positively, maybe a little love-sick, but they dont seem completely bamboozled. one who hated solas would speak of him with disdain, but... how can you be sure they arent just lying? they worked with him for a year. they let him stick around in their inner circle! they could be trying to fool you into a false sense of security!

maybe you have to accept or deny their help, or accept or deny a plan they present. it seems pretty sound, but how can you know? is it all a ploy to betray you and save him? can they be trusted? if you reject them; harding and the other companions that view them positively are furious. how could you have just denied one of the greatest allies to your cause? but if you choose to trust them, the companions who distrust the inquisitor are just as angry. how could you have put the entire fate of the world at jeopardy like this!? your sympathy is going to get everyone killed! they're manipulating you just like he does! how could you trust someone so clearly under solas's thumb!?

no, listen, its ok, rook tells them. they're different, because rook is not biased. thats why varric chose them, remember!? rook has an outsider's perspective, and thats what we needed, remember!? the attachment to solas that the inquisitor had, no matter the strength of it (loathing vs love) was a weakness! dont you see!? rook's outsider, unbiased, objective perspective on the situation was better! only through this perspective could they make the CORRECT choice!

except... you dont know solas. you dont know anything real about him. you dont know what is meaningful to him, his weaknesses, his desires. you dont know him as a person, only as an abstract god-like figure. you dont understand how his brain works. you dont know that he hates tea and can beat anyone in chess. you didnt take the time to understand him. just like you didnt take the time to understand the inquisitor. and now, without the inquisitor's aid you lose valuable information, allies, resources. your final battle gets significantly harder. you are locked out of specific endings. maybe your companions die.

all because you fell into the same trap as solas. you refused to trust. you refused to take the time to understand your opponent. you wrote them off as villainous, untrustworthy, betrayer. you gave myth the weight of history. you tried to do it all on your own. you couldn't acknowledge the bias inherent within yourself. you thought you were the only one who could make the right decision for the world. rather prideful, isnt it?

[efverse]

making things right...

(this happens a ways into the story after both eon and sylveon have developed more as people btw)

after things boil over in a one sided argument w sylveon(sylveon figuratively ripping eons head off)("youre a geriatric eevee who clings onto his everstone like a security blanket! you dont understand evolution as much as you think you do!") eon eventually goes downstairs to apologize...

hes wanted to make things right w sylveon for years now but...he could never make himself go down there long enough in the basement where...his own father....

and idt eon could really...conceive of how he needed to. just be there for sylveon instead of what. lying? telling it they didnt mean what he said way back then? say that he didnt care? that he didnt actually love them and to forget about that? just go down to the basement where his own father did all these horrible things said all these horrible things just to add his own...maybe thats another reason he couldnt do it.

but. he finally does go down there to apologize. and i think sylveon also wants to better their relationship by this point too...they just dont know how...so they talk until(see above picture)...

idt eon intended to evolve when he went down there. he probably didnt even think it was a possibility tbh. but he did think about what sylveon said and purposefully left without his everstone...which sylveon didnt realize until...

sylveon like most of their siblings didnt think their dad would ever willingly evolve...much less...for them...

+bonus :]

Relief...

[cantgetworsethanthistbh]

out of pocket horny micro kink guy here. glad you liked it im an insane person. and yes you can absolutely add it to your fic i think i would die for real

i could talk for hours about stan and tiny ford leaning more and more into a very gentle 24/7 D/s relationship. Bc your au is making me crazy and im so starved for micro gf content. i have no idea why there's not more of it when they literally get small in multiple episodes!!!! the plot devices are right there!!

and id also like to offer for your consideration, old ford and tiny mullet stan. old ford being protective and possessive and so so soft w him.....

to anyone wondering, its this ask!!

and GOD YEAH especially on the 24h D/s relationship they have rhis way, ford either being totally pliant for once in his life to appease stan or acting like a little (hah) brat for stan to try to control back, all excarbated by their size difference and how for the first time since they were teens, stan actually has an advantage over ford again (and thats hot af dhdbrurndi)

and also anon THANK YOU FOR LOVING THE AU. gotta admit im shocked people liked it sm, i didnt know everyone had such a micro/macro kink here dhdbdubddu

and youre SO right on how theres really not enough micro/macro gf content which is CRAZY. did little dipper mean nothing to us freaks?? or ddamd (there IS a really hot fic for it tho dhdbuen)?? how about a little mindscape shenanigans where they can literally imagine anything to be real— that has way more than just micro/macro potential but you know what i mean lmao

tbh even us freaks dont utilize a lot of what gravity falls offers us on a plate but thats a post (and a fanfic) for another day lmao

and god anon i hear you SO hard on old ford x little mullet stan. i spent a good few days trying to answer this but i couldnt stop thinking of it now that you put it in my brain and im so fucking happy oh my god they are literally everything. my hc here is that big ford went to a dimension to grab another brother w the size crystals to kidnap a stan easier but got too attached to his tiny 30 year old brother, whos absolutely terrified of everything now, the poor thing dbdhdndj

[thelov3lybookworm]

I Didn't Ask For This (Part 9)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

Summary: Marriage had always been something sacred to little Y/n, something dream like, where her husband would come and whisk her away to a fairyland. At least, that's what she had always thought.

All her dreams would be shattered.

But maybe she can salvage them?

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Tw: forced marriage, none more that I can think of, so let me know if I need to add anything.

A/n: I've been soo excited to write this part, especially the ending. Despite the almost whole thing being erased because I didnt save it, I like this part. Hope you do too.

Enjoy!

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Y/n smiled softly as she stared at the Sidra, standing next to Azriel while leaning against the railing of the bridge.

"It's very peaceful." She murmured.

"That it is. It feels more so at night, because there's more chaos nearby." He offered. She nodded.

They had been walking around the city for a couple of hours now, and it was almost dinnertime. They had decided to rest for a few moments before continuing. She was so tired that she was sure that her legs would fall off if she took another step. Obviously, she hadn't considered the consequences when she promised to spend the whole day with him.

The whole morning and afternoon was spent with him pointing at shops and telling her of how he and his brothers terrorised Velaris in their younger years. Y/n's stomach hurt from how much she had laughed. From those stories, she knew that most of his five hundred years had brought him happiness. And that made her happy, for a reason she didnt want to think of.

He tilted his body so he faced her more. "Where do you want to eat?"

"I don't know...can't you decide?" She glanced at him, quickly turning back to the river, because she couldn't look at him for more than a moment without blushing. Especially with the intensity with which he looked at her. As if she was the only person in the world and if he didn't pay attention to every word she said, he'd die.

She could feel him smile as he straightened. "There is this place along the banks of Sidra. Its the inner circle's current favourite place to eat."

"Okay." She mumbled as she turned to him. "How far is it?"

"Don't worry. I'll carry you."

"Excuse me?"

He grinned, turning away from her and giving her instructions to wrap her arms around his neck, ignoring her protests. She finally relented, his hands going under her thighs to hoist her up. He couldn't look at her, which she was glad for, because all he would've seen was the redness in her face.

She clutched him tighter as he started walking, mindful of his wings. He again started telling her stories.

"There used to be a restaurant there." He pointed to a tailoring shop with a jerk of his head. "When we ate there for the first time, we were obsessed. We made plans all week to eat there on the weekend. When the day came, Cassian starved himself in hopes of being able to eat more. And, because he was so hungry, he gobbled down all the food without chewing. When we were leaving, he started feeling nauseous."

Y/n grinned and rested her head on his shoulder, having an inkling of where this was going.

"As soon as we stepped inside the town house, he threw up all over the threshold. After that he never even stepped foot in the general vicinity of the restaurant, as if it was somehow cursed."

Y/n laughed. "He is... a masterpiece."

"That he is." He agreed. Soon, they had reached the restaurant he was telling about and he helped her settle before he took seat.

As they ate, he managed to get Y/n to tell him about her life. And, because there were not really any happy or pleasant memories in her life, she told him of the less gruesome and painful ones. She watched as his anger grew with every word from her mouth.

When they were flying back, he stayed mostly quiet, as if lost in thought. Before they landed though, he turned to her.

"There is a family dinner tomorrow at the river House. I'd be happy if you came."

She considered it for a moment before nodding. "I'll come."

"Thank you." Quiet joy took over his face as he set her down, his lips twitching as if he was holding back a smile as he kissed her hand before flying away.

She stared at his form until she couldn't anymore, smiling.

Azriel had been extremely adorable today, and she would be lying if she said that she wasn't excited to see this side of him again.

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The darkness was creeping in again as she stared at her abdomen in the mirror. Her shirt was stuck around her wrists as she clutched the cloth to her chest. The disgusting thoughts and vile ideas she had regarding the disgusting marks on her body swirled through her mind.

She hated herself for it.

She hated everyone who played a role in bringing her to this point.

Everyone who had a hand in turning the hopeful little soul she had been into the unoptimistic female she was today.

Somewhere deep in her she knew it was wrong to think about herself that way, but she didn't care. Her father and the other men's laughs were too loud for her to hear the rational thoughts.

This was the sole reason why she never looked at herself when she changed. It bought back those dark memories and thoughts. But today she couldn't help it.

She was getting ready to go to the dinner with the inner circle when she had peeked at herself, and now she couldn't stop thinking of how disgusting her body was.

She knew if someone came in from the door, they would have an unobstructed view of the map of horror on her back. But she couldn't bring herself to care at the moment.

While she was busy thinking of these things, she didn't hear the soft footfalls nearing her room. She didn't hear them until it was too late.

A knock sounded before her husband poked his head in, the smile on his face disappearing as she pulled the shirt back over her head. She gave him a shaky smile as she watched a muscle feather in her jaw.

"Az– Azriel. Did you need something?"

He didn't reply, entering the room fully, the door clicking shut behind him. He prowled closer, ignoring her questions and attempts at distraction. When he was close enough, he traced lines on her now clothed back, exactly where some of those scars were.

His eyes slowly lifted to meet hers in the mirror, his voice quiet and deadly as he spoke. "May I?" His hands brushed the hem of her shirt. She wanted to say no, but she nodded.

He slowly and gently lifted her shirt as she clutched the front of it so she didn't get completely naked in front of him. His eyes traced the marks on her back with a fierceness that would've sent people running.

"Who did this to you?" His voice sent shivers down her spine.

"My– my father and a few other men."

He met her eyes again, his eyes flashing before glancing down at her abdomen which had gotten exposed. He stepped closer, curling his arm around her around her to reach the scars. His face was murderous, but his hands were gentle. So gentle her knees nearly buckled.

He traced those scars, completely silent. The air was filled with tension as she watched his every move, her eyes prickling.

His eyes slowly lifted to hers again, his voice lower and more dangerous as he spoke. "Anywhere else?"

She knew he was asking if she had more scars. Which she did, so after a moment of consideration, she unclasped the few of the clasps at the top of the shirt and pulled the flaps aside.

A startled gasp full of horror left him as his eyes flew wide.

There, on her chest right above where her heart should be, was a nasty scar.

"How did you survive that!?" He questioned, his voice wobbling.

She smiled. "He wouldn't have let me die that easily." She turned to him. "Before the bargain between us was made, he wasn't that bad. Then he slowly started ignoring us. Mother wasn't talking to him, spending most of her days with me. But then, so deep in despair she was, she stopped taking care of herself. And that was the start of her slow and sure demise." She took a deep breath, tears gathering in her eyes.

"After she died, he only got worse. He started yelling at us, and then hitting us. It soon turned to whipping us." She searched Azriel's face before continuing. "After you left, the Camp Lord kicked us out of the camp, not wanting to share the power when he was no longer getting something out of it. We stayed nearby for a few years before father somehow convinced him to let us back into the camp.

"Later on, we found out that he had made a bargain that he would let the males in the camp beat us for their own sick pleasure. He–"

"What?" He had gone rigid.

She swallowed. "They started an event. It took place every year. The men who wanted to feel like they were great warriors would come and fight with the women, who had no experience. Seeing their opponent, especially a female, beaten and bruised, gave then satisfaction. Some of those scars are the result of this event. But it was stopped the moment Rhysand became High Lord.

"One day, father got so frustrated for something that I can't recall right now, and conveniently, I was nearby. He got a blunt knife that he was about to sharpen, ant stuck it in my chest. It hurt." A tear escaped her eye as she recalled the pain. "And becuase it was blunt, it took more force for it to pierce skin. When he was done and I was nearly dead, he got a healer to get me healed."

At this point, tears were streaming down her cheeks. He pulled her to his chest, his lips ghosting over her temple. He murmured things in her ear, but she couldn't make anything out over the sound of her sobs and her heart beating in her chest as she clutched onto Azriel as if he was the only thing keeping her alive.

He didn't complain, holding her back just as fiercely.

Sometime later, she decided to get dressed. So she pulled away and walked into the adjoining bathroom. When she came back out, Azriel smiled at her.

"I'll drop you off at the house. I have an important thing to do."

She nodded, despite wanting to ask him to not go.

Soon, she was sitting with the inner circle in the sitting room of the River House, glancing out the window continuously, hoping he came back soon.

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It was somewhere near midnight when Azriel returned, smiling at her. She smiled back, a blush already creeping up her face. He sat next to her. He smelled and looked like he just taken a bath, his hair damp.

Almost an hour later, the High Lord left the sitting room, saying someone had brought some reports for him. Azriel watched him go, his jaw clenching. But when he found Y/n looking at him, he smiled again, relaxing.

It wasn't long before Rhysand burst back in, fuming. He walked straight to Azriel, who was already standing.

"What is this Azriel?" Rhysand waved some papers in front of her husbands face. Confused, everybody sat straighter, somber.

Unease started swirling in Y/n's stomach. If the High Lord was so mad, it must be something important.

Azriel glanced at the High Lord's hand before back at him, speaking calmly. "Those are papers Rhys. More specifically, they look like reports."

Rhysand looked on the verge of murdering someone. Y/n stood. "Tell me why, tell me fucking why, an Illyrian camp was burned to the ground. That too exactly while you were absent."

Her heart stopped as she stared at Azriel, his face void of any emotion or remorse. If anything, he looked proud.

What in the name of the cauldron did he do?

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Part 10

[a-new-wish-6-3]

Another reason why peri has problems with dev.

A lot of people already mentioned peris Lack of experience, his good relationship with his parents and the babying which leads to dev not treating peri nice.

But i want to add one more thing which a lot of people dont take actually in Account. And that is that dev is the first Person peri ever met who was younger than him and its been a long time since he met someone close to his own age, making him socially indept. After all peri is the only fairy born in a tousand years. With the closed fairy in age beeing his dad.

If we go with timmy, peri had someone close to his age until he was 6-8. Than cosmo and wanda quit and moved to fairy world. There we know that no humans are allowed and that other species dont really live there. So peri is the only kid in the entire world.

Could have peri have at least had friends from other species ? Humans, pixys, anti-fairys are out. But maybe he made friends in school.

I think the school we say is one of many and as people grow older they go into seperate school. I am no Expert in fairly oddparents but i know we saw cosmo at least two times in school. One where mama cosma showed him around 6 years old in a Montage and one where we saw cosmo old school bullys. What both have in Common is that there where only fairys around. Which makes sence to put all species together to learn reading, math, etc and than seperate because they have different powers, cultures, body, historys, etc. So peri ( and irep ) would start eather homeschooling or continue to learn in an completly empty school with no other students besides himself. Considering cosmo and wanda lack of some knowledge i can see him going to school ( irep can learn from anti cosmo ).

The godparent school is the one where i am 100 % sure that peri was in an empty school. Not only did cosmo and wanda didnt know he was studying and becoming an godparent, but no other species is allowed to take this curse.

Meaning peri had one older kid in timmy only until he was 6-8 and some clasmates the same age as his until maybe 5 and than spent the Rest of his years in a world where every other Person was an adult.

Peri only worked with people much more mature than him. That is why he never expects that some things children do are stupid and they will not say what they need. Dev will just demand things and not tell him what he really needs because figuring out your Problem and beeing mature enough to find an answer or at least be able to pinpount where it cames from is not a ten year old skill. Cosmo and wanda talked to timmy about his problems and where able to get to his problems by reading between the lines if he didnt want to outride tell them what upset him or didnt know himself why he was mad. Peri expects dev to be able to tell him what he needs, which is not a skill neglected kids have and beeing able to read such Moods require experience which younger or at least closed aged people. If you never had friends you will be socially indept.

In short peri treats dev like an adult. He explains things outride and expects dev to understand and is lost if dev isnt capable of explaining his anger to him. So he cant know what dev is thinking or how to treat a child in general.

Peri never had a real childhood or close friends. He only had his parents which is great in Forming bonds with adults but takes away his ability to Adapt to younger or even same aged people.

That can also be why he hates beeing babyed. If you are the only child with a Buch of adults you will want to be an adult just so you could fit in somewhere. Showing himself more mature than he actually is and even hiding some of his childness ( like hazel did ). Except peri did this forever. Quiet sad actually. Thank god his parents are such goofy people, showing him it is okay to keep some childishness even as you grow up. Otherwise peri would never been allowed to even act like a child.

[dobbysimp]

third year summer scenario i cant stop thinking about

sirius who spends his first summer properly at the potters for the first time gets exposed to James’ latino culture on full blast 24/7

sirius who starts to learn things, more so by proximity than actually trying to

learns what spices effie likes to add, what songs james plays around the house when he helps clean, that the pots and pans go in the oven(??? he wont question it) and that you save the plastic grocery bags under the sink

BUT sirius who after just one summer is very much a beginner in this new world of culture, and god james yk i cant understand spanish yet

sirius who feels guilty he isnt doing more to actively learn and connect with james’ culture but is so lost on where to start

sirius who heard effie call james mijo every day consistently until one day she calls him Jaime

not james, jaime

…

james what the fuck was that?

what?

your mom?? she called you- what did she call you?

my name? jaime?? yk, james in spanish?

…. so your name is jaime?

yeah? i mean it’s also jam-

AM I RACIST??

cue the panic of oh my god im just like my family omg am i colonizing you?? is it offensive james- fuck jaime im so fuckingsorryinevermeanttobe-

to which james would spend 30 minutes reassuring him its fine and he goes by both names and its absolutely no big deal and no padfoot you arent racist

and it is fine… until they go to sleep and sirius decides he needs to do better so he stays up all night determined he will learn spanish in one night

well, “learn” is a loose term, charm and spell his way to spanish

except, fucking wizards havent made a spell for this yet?? what??? fine I’ll make my own

sirius who, the morning after sits at breakfast tight lipped because oh he fucked up

and james asks whats wrong and sirius refuses to say a word for hours until eventually james gets sick of whatever is going on and tickles sirius to get him to talk

and sirius opens his mouth to tell james to stop, only for there to be absolute silence following, and then

laughter

james is on the floor crying. effie is bent over trying not to laugh too. through the door to the kitchen you can hear fleamont make no such attempt to hold his in

because sirius got the spell right, he can now speak spanish. the issue? he only charmed his voice to know grammar and vocabulary, he still has his accent

the OTHER issue? he can ONLY speak spanish

so sirius now sounds like a “no sabo, donde esta la biblioteca?” kid with his posh accent and shit pronunciation

james has a good 20 minutes of rolling around on the ground while sirius explains in aWfUl spanish what he did last night before james gets up to help undo the damage lest he bursts a lung from laughing

except, sirius MADE the spell, so undoing it is tricky. there’s no counter charm yet given sirius didnt come up with one and now he cant speak latin even to cast anything

after hours james has gotten nowhere, and effie refuses to help because its funny its not like its causing anyone harm so there’s no rush

so james thinks, what if instead of a counter curse he just makes another spell all together? one to fix sirius’ pronunciation. he’d be speaking spanish but at least they could take him siriusly seriously

long story short its been hours. he’s been switching back and forth between a counter curse and trying the new pronunciation spell and, well, his brain sorta starts mixing both

so at 4am one fine summer monday, james’ wand casts a light as it works its magic on a half asleep sirius, both of them freeze and stare at each other because oh merlin did they do it?

and sirius opens his mouth and- out comes english

FINALLY, ENGLISH

…

…in a tHick colombian accent

okay so maybe james forgot he didnt need to fix his spanish pronunciation if he was making him speak english again

so now sirius just sounds like he’s mocking james’ accent

all of this to respect james’ culture and now he sounded aCtUaLlY racist?? kill him

[districtfourmermaid]

Can you think of a realistic post-Mockingjay pre-Epilogue scenario (outside of Katharsis, I guess, lol) where Katniss and Gale reunite? I hate their ending so much, and I hate how their people in the fandom blame Gale for Prim's death. Even Katniss doesn't! She just says she can't separate that moment from him - which, honestly, is a pretty fair trauma response, imo. And I think Gale would take a long time to forgive himself for it, sadly. But I like to believe they get to become friends again. I can't imagine Katniss ever visiting Two just for Reasons, but I also can't imagine Gale NEVER coming back to Twelve at all?

I know I'm preaching to the choir when I say this to you, but I fully think they'd definitely become close again at some point, years later. A big misconception from a lot of Gale antis is, they like to act as if their friendship was already crumbling and in decline. Which idk, I never got that vibe? I mean it was, maybe, but it wasn't because Gale was some manipulative incel who kept kissing her and declaring his love for her when she wasn't interested, as much people claim (but that's a rant for another time). Their friendship was declining just cuz they didnt get to hang out and BE FRIENDS - like their love for each other (yes i said love!) wasn't declining but the actual dynamic of "let's hang out and be silly and flirt" like they did in the first book and much of Catching Fire wasn't going on cuz you know they were kinda in the middle of a war after their home was destroyed and after Katniss went into the Games a second time? Yeah, I wouldn't exactly want to kick back and relax with my best friend in that scenario either lol I'd want us to train together to take down the brutalist regime. (That's not to say they don't have their sweet moments in Mockingjay, of course - it's just that it's a bit more heavy than the previous two.) They went through SO MUCH together and had so many both serious AND sweet moments throughout the whole series. I can't imagine either of them just abandoning the other like that forever. Wouldn't happen. But I don't know what an actual reunion would look like - maybe Katniss would gradually start hanging out with the rest of the Hawthornes again? And then realize how much she misses him? idk.

Wow sorry for turning your INbox into a SOAPbox. Shoulda made my own text post probably ha. But yeah tl;dr do you think it's realistic for Katniss and Gale to reunite? Because I think that's the only thing that could actually give them both a bit of peace about the calamity.

Ahoy! What an ask. My inbox can be your soapbox any day.

I love the sentence in your TL;DR, that it's "the only thing that could actually give them both a bit of peace." Idk what epilogue some people read, but Katniss does not sound peaceful or happy or hopeful to me there at all. She sounds sad and scared, and it just adds to the tragedy. Despite the atrocious conclusion where she says Gale's fire was full of hatred and rage (self-hatred and shame for her own fire), I think working past that and finding peace in regaining their friendship would benefit her a lot and contribute to any healing she has managed. Prim's death was probably the biggest trauma she endured in the series. Even going through the Games twice, losing her District, and the earlier events of the war, she survived mentally because she had Prim. Until she didn't. So, I agree that them spending some time apart made sense, with her not being able to separate him from it and him not feeling like he deserves forgiveness for his proximity to the event. Time apart can do wonders for a relationship because it lets people heal independently without basing their healing on the other. Without working through that, I don't get how she could be happy.

In Katharsis, I bring them back together as friends only a year later, but I think it would still make sense if it happened a little longer after the war. I have Gale visit his family in Twelve annually during the Harvest Festival. (Where was he the first year, around Ch. 1? Too busy to travel yet, couldn't afford it, not ready to see her or the ruins, some other reason idk.) This holiday trip home makes sense for him, especially if you look at how people who move away from their families often operate in our time. I agree that a post-canon pre-epilogue scenario where he never comes back to Twelve would be very unrealistic. One problem for them (if we're talking romantic connection) in Katharsis is that Katniss has already involved herself with Peeta, and Gale's kissing that other pair of lips in Two. After that, she does start spending more time with the Hawthornes, and they become the support system she could have had since the beginning if she hadn't been so conflicted about Gale. In Katharsis, they reunite at the Freedom Day celebration, but I would also be interested to see one where they have that conversation in Twelve when he is there for his family or where she reconnects with the other Hawthornes before him and then starts missing him, as you suggest. That sounds really sweet. I actually think it was a little weird of her to not mention them in the epilogue, considering they were like family to her.

To your long paragraph's first point about the critiques of him and their friendship in Mockingjay not making sense, I fully agree. There was a post around here recently that discussed how Katniss's network expands while his stays the same or narrows. She has more going on and more people demanding her time, also more people to lean on. He is also busier in the mines throughout Catching Fire. It makes perfect sense for him to feel isolated and for his mental health to take a hit. I don't think the haters understand how isolating that time was for him. He didn't just watch his crush pretend to be in love with someone else, he felt like he was losing his best friend. His mining work would have put a strain on their friendship regardless, as it took up long hours 6 days a week. His schedule means he also has less time with his family, and Katniss recognizes that in how he chooses to spend his one free day with her. They also do not have the time or the context in which to "be silly and flirt," as you say, because the nation is going crazy around them. There is talk of revolution, and the moment in the shack is a hard point for them. I don't think he's wrong when he accuses Katniss of becoming too close to the Capitol. He could've been nicer about it, but it's hard to watch his best friend choose running when the tides are turning toward staying and fighting being the better option for the revolution.

Some of those critiques of him, calling him a "manipulative incel" or even "misogynist" don't make sense to me at all. Let's first note that he'd never be an incel, since it's already been established that the girls of Twelve want him. He also never says anything remotely sexist in the series. Where tf is this idea coming from? When he kisses her outside the fence, yes, it was a surprise. He could have asked. But she didn't dislike it, and it's not like it was particularly forceful. People harp on the use of the word "ensnare" to describe his hands, but it doesn't sound negative in the text. It sounds alluring, tbh. She also, I think, goes back for more? There are other kisses further out in the woods, just mentioned in passing, right? I'll hate on the movies any day, but the CF movie definitely had more in the woods. When she kisses him in Mockingjay, he behaves like the opposite of an incel. In her old mansion, he has very understandably expressed to his best friend that he feels some kind of way about the time she kissed him on the table (when he was passed out) and that he's sad they couldn't have a relationship. That's just communication. That's a young person--who was present for the bombing, the aftermath of which she is disturbed by--expressing his feelings in a very upfront way to his friend in a very emotionally painful setting. It's hard for both of them, but at that point in their lives, I don't think there is a moment that isn't hard in that way. She also laments that the possibility of anything more than friendship between them was tarnished by the events around the Games. She kisses him, and he rejects it, saying he doesn't trust her motivations. People hate on him for crying there but then turn around and say they like sensitive guys. Nonsensical. Later, whereas incel behavior might include getting someone drunk in order to lower their inhibitions or ability to resist and forcibly kiss them, Gale rejects Katniss's kisses because, if she doesn't understand her motivations, then it is "like kissing someone who's drunk. It doesn't count." He's the opposite of manipulative every step of the way. What book did the haters read?

Another point haters like to bring up is their exchange of bread and cheese before the 74th Reaping, calling it evidence that their friendship is transactional. On the contrary, I see it as Katniss's expression of the balance and equality of their relationship. They don't owe each other. They take care of each other, and none of that is one-sided. She taught him to shoot, he taught her snares, they watch each other's backs, and they carry deer home together. No other relationship in Katniss's life is like that. She is responsible for her family. She owes Peeta for the bread and later for holding off Cato. She owes Haymitch for being her Mentor and favoring her with Sponsor gifts. She owes Cinna for making her the Girl on Fire and sacrificing himself to make her the Mockingjay. She does seem to feel more equal with people like Finnick and Johanna, but she still owes them for protecting her and Peeta in the Quell. Everyone else is either looking to her as a leader, needing her to play a role, or antagonizing her. There is no one that Katniss stands on truly even ground with in her mind aside from Gale. In Mockingjay, after she accepts the position, she says she can tell from Gale's reaction that he wanted her to do it, just like Cinna did, and says he was "holding out on [her]" because he hadn't expressed that before. Prior to that meeting in Command, he only asked her "What are you going to do?" He's the one who asks her what she wants to do while everyone else is trying to tell her what to do or less explicitly influence her choices. In Catching Fire, it seems like Gale is in a similar boat of having some neurosis around debt. He was fully prepared to take care of her family if she died in the Games. And yet, when she returns, and he becomes too busy to hunt as much as they used to, Katniss tries to deliver food and goods to Hazelle when he isn't home. It is painful for him to now owe her and let their relationship tilt in that way.

Holding onto or rekindling such a strong, equal-footed, respectful friendship would have major benefits to Katniss's mental health after they were able to reconnect. It's part of why I believe that their reunion, whatever form or context it comes in, would be primarily initiated by Katniss. In Katharsis, he approaches her at the party, but it's initially casual, and she is the one who starts the harder conversation. If she hadn't, he probably would've just asked how she'd been doing or kept it a bit more distanced, allowing her to make any more emotionally heavy moves on her own. He would not ask for forgiveness in any scenario.

[rogueshadow1124]

THE MAURADERS

[The mauraders x reader]

Summary: When Y/N is a prefect and has to show the new comers around, first years really cant keep quiet when you tell them something.

Word count: 2388

Warnings: none.

As a prefect, it was one among many duties to show around the new comers who would be in their first year at hogwarts. Each house had an assigned candidate for the job and gryffindors prefect was none other than Y/N Y/L/N- she didnt know why she was picked out of all people, her social skills were near to nothing, she hated being in crowds and she most certainly wasnt much of a leading figure, so why Dumbledore had decided she was best for the job, she'd never know.

"This is the gryffindor common room, where each of you are welcome to in your spare time around the castle." She stopped near the coffee table, between two love seats infront of the fireplace that was a light, cackling softly, setting a warm tone through the area. Y/N turned to look back at the few first years, sighing when she saw that they were all looking at her expectantly, some with boredom and some with complete confusion, she motioned towards the stairwell. "Up those stairs are the dormitories, girls to the left and boys to the right."

The Y/H/C haired girl watched as the children split off in different directions, looking around and taking in the new atmosphere they had been invited to call their own just as much as the older years. Her eyebrows furrowed when she felt a light tug on her robe, if it wasnt for the slight cough that came from beside her, she wouldmt have noticed.

"Excuse me?" There stood a short blonde haired, brown eyed girl; hands twisting together infront of her as she peered up at the older girl. Y/N sent her a small smile, allowing the small girl to know that she was acknowledged.

"Yes?" It didnt take a genius to see the first year was nervous, though what the older girl seemed to notice was how the blonde had her eyes trained on a certain group of boys that were sat at a table in the far corner of the room.

"W-who are they?" This made Y/N smile whole-heartedly, rolling her eyes.

"Hmmm." She had to be careful with her words here, she could say alot about the boys but she wouldnt be so heavy on the words especially around the little first year. A breathy laugh passed her lips, her gaze going to set on her friends that were laughing amongst themselves and muttering out incoherent sentences, amusing one another. "They're something alright. A bunch of toe rags I say but they can be tolerable once you get to know them."

"So do you know them?"

"Yeah. I suppose you could say that." Her grin widened- her face had contorted into a full happy state, her smile wasnt one that was forced or there to appear content, her smile reached her eyes, soft and warm.

"They seem like a fun group."

"That they are." Y/N whispered, the words a light weight of breath as she spoke. She looked down at the girl as if contemplating something, the blonde looked up at her, doe eyed and raised brows as if waiting for the elder to continue- she motioned to the tall, lanky curly raven haired boy who was leant against the wall, arms crossed with a closed lip smile. "That there is Sirius Black. He's cocky and reckless for the most part, never thinks before her acts but he's brave and looks out for his friends, he cares eventhough he might not show it."

She could remember the time sirius had arrived to a potions class late, she hadn't got a partner and he didnt miss that. He strolled towards her desk with a smug smile on his face, once arriving at her side he leant against the table with one arm, slouching down as he looked into the cauldron and watched as she continued the task alone. The first thing she had said was for him not to touch a thing, most importantly not to interfere with what she was doing but Sirius being Sirius decided to not listen to her and decided to add frog eggs to the mixture making it blow up in her face as she was the one directly above it- she kept her eyes closed for a few seconds allowing herself to breath in and out but when sirius let out a bellowed cackle she lunged for him, grabbing the book form thr desk and repeatedly hit him with it as he chuckled and blocked her hits with his hands. Though after much to her dismay he had walked her to the girls restroom, yes and eventhough he shouldnt be in there he went stayed to help her freshen up.

"Who's that one?" Another girl had appeared at her side, a little red head with blue eyes and freckles. She pointed towards the boy who sat upright in a chair leaning on the table, one hand holding a book whilst the other was grasping a half eaten bar of chocolate, his light mousey brown locks fell over his eyes.

"Remus. Remus Lupin." Her eyes gazed at him fondly, eyes lighting up. "I'd say he's level headed, usually keeps the others in check. Rem is very intelligent and compassionate compared to the others, I'm not saying the others arent but he knows what hes going for and is always determined to do his best- he can almost always see the good in people, no matter who they are. A sigh escaped her lips, her hand lifting to send a small wave when the boy himself looked in her direction.

"He sounds nice." Y/N nodded along in agreement. Remus had helped her through the hardest of times, not long after starting Hogwarts she had been having troubles with her other form- in other words she was an animigi. She had gone to the forbidden forest one night, wanting to get away from the publicity inside the school, thought everyone would've been in their dorms she wouldnt want to risk it. She managed to make it towards the weeping willow tree before collapsing to the grass, eyes glowing a fluorescent green as her face merged in and out of character, that was until she heard a soft spoken voice call out to her and she unknowingly let out a guttural growl. There stood Remus Lupin, hesitantly stepping closer to her as she hissed and scowled not fully transfigured, he stayed with her all night, talking to her in a gental tone until sunrise where by then she had managed to regain composure.

"You see the one with the glasses?" Y/N pointed out the dark haired male who stood at the opposite side of the table from Remus, his finger pushing up the glasses on his nose as they slid down. "That's James Potter, probably the most arrogant and boastful guy you'd meet. You could say he's a talented person but when you speak to him you'd think different as he sounds rather dumb. I'd stay clear of him, and Sirius for that matter- they enjoy pulling pranks." A sudden rush of panic crossed the two first years faces making the older gryffindor feel a small sense of guilt as she didnt mean to disturb them, she chuckled shaking her head. "I wouldnt worry though, they only target specific people."

James Potter, now he was a one off. She absolutely despised him in the nicest way possible, of course he was her friend but he was begrudgingly annoying at times; take last term for example, she was on her daily round of checking the corridors on a nightly stroll on her prefect duties, she only rounded a corner and a bucket of gooey liquid fell onto her head and seeped into her hair, gown, under clothes, she was absolutely livid and she new exactly who the culprits were, especially after hearing two voices one panicked hushed voice and a loud cackle that rung through the halls- it was James and Sirius, no doubt being potters idea tho, Sirius would have at least been more creative. Sirius however had managed to get away but Y/N had tugged the latter back by the collar of his shirt and jumper, a sequence of apologies slipping from him but falling upon death ears. She never called the boys out, that was probably one of the best things about her being a prefect, with the boys being close friends with her, they had gotten away with alot more than they should of as she covers for them.

"H-he looks nervous." And of course there was was the smaller boy, who rocked back and forth on his heels as the other laughed and joked.

"Oh that's Peter Pettigrew, he likes to reserve himself. He's very awkward at times, doesnt really do well socially but hes kind overall, wouldnt harm a fly." Y/N concluded, eyes scanning over her friends again.

She hadn't really conversed with peter s much, sure they are in the same friend group but even then he still seems to stay to himself, keep out of trouble. He had helped her with her homework one time, she was struggling in herbology, it wasnt her strongest subject. She was falling behind as she had skipped many classes with Sirius and James to go an explore the castle, eventhough they all knew every route of by heart, it was still fun to get out especially when theres a lesson that neither of them enjoy.

"Oi Y/L/N?!" A loud call of her name broke her from her thoughts, she looked ahead to see Sirius smiling at her widely. She rolled her eyes, throwing a tight lipped smile as she noticed him walking her way with the others behind him.

"Pleasure to make your acquaintance Mr. Black." She jokingly bowed, a evident smirk tugging at her lips.

"I couldn't help but notice the gestures being pointed towards us." He grinned, showing off his pearly whited in the process. Sirius stopped right infront of her, the others circling around as they came to a stop aswell. "You wouldnt happen to be talking about us now, would you Y/N?"

"No, of course no-"

"Yuh huh. She said you were reckless and cocky." Y/N's eyes immediately shot down to the young blonde, narrowing her eyes and if you looked close enough her left one seemed to twitch a little as her mouth set into a straight line, her smile instantly dropping. "But she did also say you were brave and caring."

"Oh did she now?" Sirius rose a brow, a mischievous glint flickering in his almond eyes. He tilted his head towards his friend, wiggling his brows at her tauntingly as she scowled at him.

"Oh! Oh! What about me?! Did she say anything about me?" James jumped to stand beside sirius, throwing his arm over the taller males shou,der in the process looking between Y/N and the younger years expectantly.

"Hmm. I think she called you arrogant-"

"And boastful and dumb!" The redhead added to the blondes statement making the older girl look down at them unammused, sneering slightly as she huffs and crossed her arms. James looked up with wide eyes, processing what had been said before frowning. "But she also said you are talented."

"And you!" The blonde exclaimed pointing at Remus, making him look down at her in shock but he still gave a short soft smile. "She called you intelligent and compassionate, you keep the others in check."

"Hey!" "Oi!" Sirius and james protested looking around the circle, peter still stood there quiet as always, looking at the ground as he wrung his hands together.

"Then she called you reserved and awkward!" Peter looked up nervously, eyes peering between the blonde and redhead as his cheeks grew hot under the gazes of the group, making them laugh as he recoiled in on himself proving Y/N's point of him being an awkward person.

The two first years soon ran off after exposing exactly what the older girl had said about her friends, both giggling between one another. Y/N sighed shoving herself through Sirius and James, spinning on her heel and fell back slouching into the long red cushioned couch. She looked up to see Sirius with a wide grin on his face, already looking down at her.

"Dont you even start Black, your ego's big enough already. That didnt at all need boosting the way it has been today." She grumbled lowly, throwing her legs up on the couch so she was half slouched laying the length of it. Remus hummed, a warm smile still on his face as he rounded the rectangular coffee table, lifted her legs slightly before sliding to sit down and placing them back on his lap.

"Why does moony get complimented and nothing bad said about him?" James whined, coming to stand behind the couch with his hands resting on the back, so he could lean over. "I'm not dumb."

"Because Rem's my favourite, nothing bad to say about him." She mused reaching a hand up to pinch at his cheek to which he tried to dodge with a chuckle, pushing her hand away.

"I'm not as perfect as you lead me on to be Y/N." Remus placed his hand on her shin, rubbing up and down soothingly. He did appreciate her compliments and did find it rather amusing how she had managed to find flaws in the except himself, though she hadn't meant anything bad by her use of words.

"But kitty I thought I was your favourite." Sirius looked at her with a pout, kneeling beside where she had sat and taking her hands him his making her roll her eyes despite the smile that was almost catching her lips. She got the nickname kitty just like the others; moony, padfoot, wormtail and prongs- the wolf, the dog, the rat and the deer- she was oddly enough a panther, though not a fully grown one.

"I dont have favourites, I was joking Siri." She pushed his hands away then proceeded to raise her hand and push his face away from her as he started to lean closer. "But Rem is definetly top tier."

[writingwisterias]

I’m back with rookie Leon and dilf fever once more… 😖

I was thinking about this as an optional add on to this train of thought, but I’m having some ideas to add on to his suffering.

Everything before happening, you’re pregnant — all that and then the events of re2r. Just think of the angst and suffering, especially if you go down the line of him not being able to contact you after for one reason or another?

I think he’d still subtly try to help you out. After all, he should be getting a fat paycheck for his work and everything going on there. I’d say it’s a somewhat fair compensation for just everything.

Just imagine him finally stumbling back into your life or figuring out some specific detail about your kid. Like choosing a name he picked out, the name of someone important to him that he suggested, or a combination of both as a middle/first name or something. Or he sees a picture of your kid and he just knows there’s no denying the kid is his.

Do you think during raccoon city in this situation, that seeing Sherry could’ve reminded him of you and a life he could’ve/would’ve had? I know Claire was a more prominent figure when it came down to Sherry, and it was said in the re6 files that Claire was the one that often visited her, so going off that…

Do you think Leon post-raccoon felt bad for not being able to be present in two children’s lives? That he couldn’t be there for his own child and one that went through the same hell he did? Especially since he and Sherry at least, off the top of my head, had two things in common. Raccoon City and losing their parents.

Off topic, but Sherry makes me so sad. Especially rereading the files to make sure what I was saying was accurate, and I could go on a whole separate thing about Claire and Sherry another time.

But just imagining a reunion after however many years after. Whether it’s only a couple years after the events of re2r, post-re4r, or even longer after that. Oh I just know the extra guilt would eat him alive. Maybe he’d try to convince himself that in some way it was safer for him to not be in either of your lives. Maybe he couldn’t even do that and he just lives with the knowledge that he’s an awful, wretched man. (Extra exaggeration for the sake of it being his outlook on it. Though, I definitely would say in this situation it wouldn’t be one of his finest moments if he had the choice to. Context matters after all.)

Oh and don’t get me started on the dreams. If he isn’t having nightmares, on the somewhat rare occasion, he has dreams of living a domestic life with you, and just as everything is getting good it’s ripped from him. Perhaps mirroring his own fears? I wonder which would be worse —the constant reminder of his reality or the constant reminder of what his life could’ve been if he hadn’t gone to Raccoon City that night.

I’m sorry if some of this doesn’t make sense, I woke up and almost immediately wrote this out 😖

LMAO it's all good! I have written a one-shot on the idea that he went to the stratcom training knowing that you were pregnant and comes back 2 years later to meet the little girl.

But if he did know before raccoon City, I think the entire night would actually be him just happy you aren't there. Like maybe originally you were both going to move at the same time or something and then decided not to because he was told to stay away?

And I think he would feel guilty and work harder to get the relationship with the child, filling the role almost naturally.

It's the same with sherry as well, I think he would feel bad that he had to go and do this and not look after her (maybe he made a promise to always be with her and that he has you that would adore her). Then making his reunion with her in RE6 worse because it was fine when he didnt have to look at her after falling through on the promises.

I think as well he would have dreams during his training on what it could have been like. I don't think his nightmares would involve you in that situation. Instead, I think his nightmares are him torturing himself on things he should have done to prevent certain things. So if they were about you it's him not being there for you during the last half of the pregnancy and thinking of the worst because he couldn't contact you until he then does

[r-ando-m-w-rite-r]

Secrets Not So Kept

basic idea: you and rev have been secretly dating for a month or two and the others are starting to catch on

enjoy

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-the others were starting to get suspicious

-you could tell the little secret that you and rev were sharing was starting to become more public, and it seemed that he was fine with that

-you, however, weren’t so sure

-you loved him, but the idea of ajay, octavio, and all your other friends knowing that you dated a murderbot made you shudder

-whether it was the little things he did for you in game (aka going outside of the ring to save you when you got downed) or the fact that he literally went to paradise lounge with you the other night, it was becoming obvious, and elliott had been the first to point it out not only a day before

-you had been looting the deathbox of someone on a recently slaughtered team when he had approached you 

-“so...heyyy, question” he had said while fumbling with his wingman, drawing your attention

-he was unpredictable, so you had no idea what was about to come out of his mouth “what?”

-”wellll, not-i mean, well, not to offend you, dont get me wrong, but” he said nervously, eyes darting left to right 

-you raised an eyebrow as he continued “you and, well, you know-revenant” he spat the simulacrum’s name like it was the most disgusting word ever “seem to be up to something”

-you felt your face flush and you quickly turned away as he narrowed his eyes “listen, i dont really care-well, i do, but only if im involved in whatever you two are doing”

-the excessive color faded from your face as you realized where he was going with this; he thought you and rev were plotting something

-did everyone else think this? was this why the other legends gave you dirty looks when he would walk down the halls of the apex legends facility with you? or when he would sit with you on the dropship? this was news to you

-holding back your amusement, you turned back to him and played along “oh, well, you see, if you were involved, why would i tell you?” 

-elliott’s color drained from his face and his eyes went beserk as he said “w-w-well, because i-im your friend?”

-”even the best of friends dont always know the deepest of secrets” a familiar grating voice from somewhere above echoed down onto the two of you, and you watched as elliott froze

-looking to you desperately, he whispered “hes above me, isnt he?”

-”better get out of here before i add another kill to my count” with that comment from your less friendly teammate, elliott was gone

-”so everyones catching on, maybe not to the right things, but still” you said exasperately, sighing and hanging your head as you sat down on the floor of the building you were in

-you didnt know why you cared so much if people found out about you and him, but it was nerve-wrecking

-there was a thud as revenant landed behind you, and a cold claw slowly inched its way underneath your chin, turning it upward to display your face to the bot’s, which hovered over you

-his yellow LEDs bore into your eyes as he surveyed you with a look of possesion “and why exactly should i care? remind me, skinsuit”

-to outsiders, what he was doing may have looked like a threat, in fact, everything he did to you may look like a threat, but secretly you liked the protective nature of your lover; he made you warm inside

-that was when you came to your desicion; if anyone asked, they would walk away knowing you were dating a 300 year old serial killer

[yeahiwasintheshit]

so i watched john cassavetes' 'a woman under the influence' the other night, and hooboy was that an intense movie. with an amazing performance by gena rowlands as mabel. and peter falk is great in it too. but boy is this a hard watch. you just feel bad for all these people, especially mabel. shes clearly a person in distress and she just doesnt have the people in her life that can help. not only cant help, but make her situation worse. what adds to the intensity is the way its shot, it almost feels like a documentary of this family. natural light, natural performances, natural dialogue. rowlands and falk really become these people. the thing is you also really like them. falk's character nicky really does some horrible horrible shit, and you end up feeling like hes the one mentally worse off by the end, because almost every decision he makes is wrong. but he clearly loves his wife, who is a very sick person, he just doesnt know what the right thing to do is. theres no excuse for his abuse, its bad, and hes a lousy father, but falk is such a charismatic and sorta lovable presence, you dont necessarily forgive him, there just arent any villains in the movie.

theyre just this sad family who are dealing with this mental illness, that they dont really understand, nor does the society around them. when she goes to the hospital for 6 months, and the day she comes back and nicky invites a house full of people to celebrate, you just want to strangle the guy, but its coming from a pure place of wanting to make a normal house, but its so hard to watch. plus the doctor who commits her seems to have encouraged the party, so thats another part of it, but what a bad decision. then theyre at the table and hes yelling that he wants her to have a normal conversation, and this poor woman is locked and stuck. she doesnt know what to do. the gif above is so heart wrenching. shes saying this to her father, and ooof it knocks it right out of you. that whole final third of the movie is notched up to a level 11, which is like watching a horror movie. everyone does the wrong thing for this suffering woman, and she reacts accordingly. its also hard to watch it from a 2024 perspective cause you know she could prob live a better life today with the right meds, and the right medical information for her and nicky to deal with her illness.

anyway ive been sitting on writing a review of it cause i almost didnt know what to say, cause its a lot. and maybe thats part of the problem. there are parts of the movie that are at an 11 for so long you almost shaking watching it. its a good movie with an amazing, and shocking and almost too real performance by gena rowlands (who is still alive today. shes 93) in parts it really does feel like a horror movie youre watching between your fingers. but it is really good. worth watching for her performance alone

john cassavetes is considered the father of independent movies, and i think this may be considered his best movie. he was nominated for best director and rowlands was nominated for best actress that year. so im glad i watched it, but dont have any plans rewatching anytime soon at least.

[d-z20]

i'm a little out of the loop, is there a reason u didnt write for rio for a while? if u feel comfortable sharing, no pressure :) <3

p.s. your work is succch a delight to read!!

It’s not a deeply personal reason so I’m happy to share :) I’ve put the explanation below the cut as it’s a bit long.

Also I should say I wasn’t writing for all of Aubrey’s characters not just Rio but Rio was the most popular at the time as most of my followers followed me for AAA fics

Okay I should preface this by saying that a character and the person that portrays them hold different spaces in my head. I have separated them into distinct entities that exist at the same time (this sounds deep but basically I’m saying character ≠ actor). This means that when I write fan fiction it is entirely about the character and not the real person portraying them. I, personally, am not comfortable writing stories about real people but I cannot deny the fact that a piece of the actor will always be tied to a character, whether that be their appearance, voice, mannerisms etc. Which leads me on to my next point:

Jeff Baena, Aubrey Plaza’s husband and partner of 14 years, died by suicide at the start of the year. I do not personally know either of these people and did not feel a sense of loss or grief (I’m not a dick, I was upset at hearing that someone died, there was just no personal connection to it for me). However, I am aware that for Aubrey, her whole universe has just collapsed in on itself and yes she probably doesn’t interact with fan fics of her characters but she definitely knows they exist (and that her fans want her to step on them/rail them/be their daddy what I’m saying is her fans are more sexual in nature, not all but it’s common). People in general should be respectful to each other but even more so when one side is experiencing a hardship. There was a statement was put out on Aubrey’s behalf that asked for respect and privacy during this time.

And this is where it links back to never fully being able to separate the actor from the character. Not writing fics about any of her characters was me being respectful. When I see a picture of Rio I think “oh that’s Rio from Agatha All Along” but it’s still Aubrey Plaza playing Rio and that will never change. So for me it felt wrong to be writing fan fiction for this character, there was the constant thought in the back of my head that this person has just experienced something terrible. It made me feel weird, especially since a lot of my fics contain a romantic and/or sexual aspect to them. It was a minor thing that would make no impact to Aubrey but I hoped that it would foster more respect for the situation because there were some truly abhorrent things being said (people saying they “finally had a chance” with her or that her and Kathryn Hahn (a married mother of 2) could be together etc). The internet can be an echo chamber so things can quickly escalate if there is not something to stop the spiral and so my hope was by respecting her privacy it would encourage others to do so and maybe there would be less disgusting things being said.

TLDR: I was doing it out of respect

As for why I’m more comfortable in writing Rio again, I’d say that it’s because the media frenzy around the situation has died down and therefore so have the bad comments but I’ll still call anybody out if I see them making inappropriate remarks (and then promptly block and report them). My fics are here to add to the community and appreciate the work of so many talented individuals in a respectful way. When I see media about Aubrey or her characters I still think about what she’s gone/going/will forever go through and sadly this won’t ever change. The world doesn’t stop for death even if it feels like it has to us, eventually it just becomes another part of who you are and we learn to cope as best we can

[xaeydnquartz]

Part of me kinda wants to stop DMing my first and current campaign? IDK just need to vent

So, brief expo. like many, got into CR during the pandemic (mainly due to "The Legend of Vox Machina" which lead to me actually bingeing the all 3 campaigns) During which time a friend (who was in my immediate friend group but like the rest of my friend group, i didnt really feel close to) told me that he was really into CR as well. As a fresh new critter, i was stoked. Was able to share my blossoming love of CR with someone (FINALLY!) during which we both mentioned how D&D looked so much fun and that it would be really great to be able to play and ooo what if we got our friends together and played.

After which we discussed, if we did, who would be DM? Seeing as how none of our friends really played D&D our talk lead to either my friend or me and after asking the question "Which do you think you would prefer more?" It was clear i would try my hand at DMing (i like lore in games, and i like storytelling, and im a tad bit of a control freak at times, lol)

Anyway, we eventually got in touch with our close knit of friends, and though i intended to be a standard 6 we suddenly had an 8 party party (and that was with me having to tell even less close friends there wasnt room).

Feeling it would still be manageable (as there was precedent that i could pull inspo from, CR) i began planning a rough idea of a campaign and working with my friends to create their characters and running a session 0 so we were all on the same page. You know standard stuff.

-Fast Forward to current date and time-

It has its stressful moments, but i still am able to enjoy the time with my friends for the most part (though theres a lot of times were ive never felt lonelier) Which brings me to the whole point of the post, my need to vent to the void about this loneliness. Nobody really gets in touch or interacts with me at all. Not to talk about the campaign or even collab on their characters. The most i get are occasional critiques about how i could have done something better couple sessions prior and request to add another person to the 8 person party. When we have sessions, people show up late quite often, leave early quite often, have to cancel as they have other things they are doing (even though we planned and scheduled weeks prior) and even when people are there they somtimes feel like they arent always present. i already feel extremely distant from all of them as they all live closer to each other while i live on the totally opposite side of the state and theyve known each other way longer than i have, but the minimal interactions they have with me, the DM/GM of all people, just continues to add to all of it I know we all are busy with our lives, and that compared to those things D&D is really not that big of a deal or important. And i get that, it is just a game afterall, but it still manages to hit pretty hard

I've communicated my feelings through our time of this campaign, if im being honest, maybe not this indepth. I mean, its partially because i barely see or talk to them (again life gets in the way) but also because i feel extremely guilty for putting this kind of tension to something we are all supposed to be enjoying and relaxing to. Its especially painful as most recently 2 players, who said they would get in touch with me about changes possibly being being made to their characters, never got in touch in anyway shape or form, and its been about a month now? And session is in a week...i didnt even get much as a reply back. Idk, its been almost about a year now and i felt i just needed to get this out somewhere other than debating myself.

Thanks for listening tumblr.

[anotterthatlovestoys]

i dont usually look at ebay but what the heck

ebay lot of ponies with... Birthday Pony! As in, ten years of MLP birthday pony although there is also a "Birth Flower" pony. Although the Birthflower ponies aren't expensive, they are marginally more uncommon due to being mail order. Birthday pony doesn't show up that often. I really like Birthday pony despite her being in Gingerbread pose, one of my least favorite poses.

i always feel so sad when i see the pretty pals missing their pony friends. but also why is leafy on his own so expensive on ebay.

This is one of the cheapest Ringlets I've ever seen. Her hair is very frizzy but I'm willing to bet some TLC could make it very nice, and she only looks a little played with. I usually see Ringlet being listed for like $40+ because people love her. although i suppose those listings are just the ones that don't sell.

Sweetie Pups! I have no idea why this lot is selling high- I didn't think the Sweetie Pups are generally considered pricey, and none of the ponies look very rare. it is cool to see a baby + parent sweetie pup.

Here's another listing with them:

moondreamers lion spotted! also hi satin n lace, don't see her around often! Oh- and thats one of the Sweet Kissers ponies, Ruby Lips. Also dont see those around often.

me, looking at this: oh a nice custom blossom- WHAT THE HELL IS THAT

the listing does not clarify what this... creature is?

For the record, the creator is a user called SweetponySky Studios who makes a lot of very sweet customs:

Their main thing seems to be making pearlized versions of various ponies

I've seen this pair before and I think they're very cute. The ponies they pearlize seem to be largely the earliest ponies (Sprinkles and Duck Soup are Year 2, so very early MLPs) which are much more common and they also add charms and ribbons. if you didnt know, Hasbro made a couple series of ponies with a pearlized sheen on their bodies, but only the baby ponies and some of the baby seaponies

it looks from sweetponyskys instagram that they also just clean and add decorations to the pricier ponies:

custom pony makers are so fun, its sweet to see them out in the wild.