#or whatever the ship name is spelling is hard

[batsandbirdbrains]

No idea what would end up happening in this one but

The one where Thomas and Martha Wayne are magically resurrected for like idk a week

But I want it to be the season 1 yj team that stumbles across them first and has to deal with them. Let’s make it be because of Klarion. Maybe he does some spell to resurrect the team’s grandparents, but lmao Robin is the only one with any dead grandparents somehow (at least on Earth) and for whatever reason, the spell latches onto the Waynes.

And while Klarion is cackling and disappearing into the void, Robin is just staring at the Waynes going “ooooh we fucked up. We really fucked up. Fuck.”

And the others just don’t recognize them. Not even Artemis, who’s from Gotham. They died long enough ago that a younger Gothamite wouldn’t necessarily recognize them.

So Robin just rushed over to them and is like “Heeyyy so I’m gonna need to you to come with us and not say your names and please just be very cool until I get you to Batman please.”

“What is a Batman.”

And Robin is giggling so nervously, a little hysterically, and he just whispers mostly to himself, “omg he’s gonna kill me”

“Robin who are these two?”

“That’s not important!!” Robin is so stressed. “No more questions please let’s just get back to the ship let’s get out of here let’s skedaddle!”

And while they’re on the bioship, Thomas and Martha are still asking so many questions and Robin eventually, reluctantly, tells them through a nervous laugh, “haha well you see, I’m sort of uh, your grandson? In a way?”

“What does that mean?” Thomas is having none of this.

Meanwhile Martha is pleased as punch and starts doting over him so much and fixing his hair and his cape and brushing the dust and dirt off his shoulders.

“Oh you’re just darling!” She gushes. “A grandson! And how old is our son now?”

Because Dick has already explained that they’ve been dead for quite some time. They’ve come to terms with it. And they’ve also gathered the secret identity thing he not so subtly whispered to them about, so they’re being very careful to avoid names.

“Oh, you know,” Dick chuckles, “he’s dad-aged. Sort of.”

Martha thinks he’s just so charming. Thomas is suspicious.

Wally actually snorts so hard at Batman being called “dad-aged” that the Gatorade he was drinking squirts out of his nose. Robin points and laughs at him.

When the ship lands, Dick rushes out and says in a high, panicked voice, “B, we have a situation!”

Bruce almost passes out when he sees his parents walk out of the ship. They look exactly the same as they did the night they died.

“Holy shit.”

Martha scolds him for his language. Thomas narrows his eyes and glances between Batman and Robin.

“Why does he not call you dad?”

And from here it can go one of two ways:

1. They find out Dick is adopted and then they move right on to become doting loving grandparents, it’s just that Thomas was getting confused about the reluctancy of Dick to call Bruce ‘dad’ on the bioship. He’d even stuttered over the word grandson. When he realizes it’s because Dick was just nervous about using the words because he wasn’t sure how they’d react when they found out he was adopted, they reassure him there’s no problem with it and they’re very excited to meet him. Thomas was just cautious that it might have been a trap of some sort.

Or for the angstier version

2. Dick ends up fleeing back to Mount Justice shortly after they’d all left for the batcave to explain things to Thomas and Martha, because they’d blatantly called him a gypsy and a street rat when Bruce told them Dick grew up in the circus and he adopted him after his parents died. Dick gets so upset, because Martha had been so nice to him and he’d really kind of enjoyed having a grandma for the first time he could remember, and now she’s looking at him like he’s dirt beneath her shoe. And they’re insisting he’s not really family, he’s not really a Wayne, and so he runs to Mount Justice and explains as vaguely as he can that they’re Batman’s parents and since he’s not actually Batman’s biological son, they don’t want him around and he doesn’t want to be around them anyway. He leaves out the gypsy shit and the street rat shit, but Wally can read between the lines, and he does his best to distract Dick.

Bruce comes back to check on him almost immediately, and he tries to convince Dick to come home, but he refuses to while they’re there.

“I know you miss them a lot and I’m sorry I’m ruining it for you but, but-“

“You’re not ruining anything,” Bruce whispers to him, holding Dick’s shoulders tightly. “You’ve done nothing wrong. They’re way out of line. You’re my son, whether they like it or not.”

Bruce sighs, because he can see that Dick is genuinely very upset.

“You can stay up here for now, if you want,” Bruce tells him. “Zatara says the spell that’s keeping them here will last a week at the longest. But I’ll come here to see you everyday if you don’t want to be home while they’re there.”

Dick just nods his head, not wanting to speak anymore. Bruce sits with him for a long time, just holding him, until he has to go back after a worried call from Alfred.

“Il come back in the morning,” Bruce tells him. “I’ll bring breakfast.”

“Okay,” Dick whispers. “Tell Alfie I said goodnight.”

Bruce is so upset his parents have upset Dick so much, but he’s really at a loss for what to do. He can’t just have them go stay at a hotel, they’re supposed to be dead. But at least he knows Dick has somewhere safe to stay in the meantime.

[theoneandonlylobster]

My Big Damn Ashes of the Academy Thoughts

Okay so honestly I just need to take this panel by panel because frankly my overall impression of the comic is that everyone got replaced Invasion of the Body Snatchers style with people that look the same as they do and have the same name, but have zero idea of the backgrounds or motivations of said characters, and so they were just making shit up as they went along. Like, I write fanfic, I read fanfic. I have, in general, a pretty high regard for fanfic. And of course one of the more common Dangerous Ladies childhood type fics is how did they meet, why are these three very different individuals friends, etc etc.

And this was not even approaching the worst, crappiest, least coherent of that type of fiction I've read over the last nearly two decades.

Ashes of the Academy is a giant nothing burger comic, a fart in an elevator you're trapped with until you can make your escape.

So, without further ado, let's begin:

So right here on the second page of the comic, and the first page with dialogue, we have Ursa letting us know that, apparently, contrary to what we know, the Academy made Azula a bad person. Not her parents, definitely definitely not Ursa. You got that? It was all the Academy's fault. And we will continue beating that ostrich horse the entire rest of the comic, make no mistake!

Ah yes, Ursa, noted Not Ever An Imperialist At All, Not Even Once, Nuh-Uh.

Skipping several pages that would be me saying these two things multiple times...

Credit where credit is due, I like these two panels. I like this tiny glimpse into the friendship of Kiyi and Lihua or whatever here. One, because I imagine this is more like how Azula probably actually was, based on what we see in Zuko Alone. And two, that means Kiyi is unconsciously mirroring her sister and I like that interpretation of her character. It seems that Hicks does too, on a subconscious level. Look at that devious little look on her face! Little shit. Yeah, you cause a ruckus! Adorable.

I'd be lying if I said this didn't get a chuckle out of me. Is Katara on Zuko's Ministry of Education? Lol wtf. Still funny though.

More Kiyi being a little shit that I can get behind. This time in a Little Miss Know-It-All superiority complex sense that I'm sure would get real old real fast for anyone around her.

I've pointed this out on another post but Kiyi isn't a princess? Wtf? Come on, Hicks. Like it's not hard to figure this shit out. I think giving her a character trait of literally running to her big brother the Firelord anytime she feels slighted is pretty good, but of course it's never explored, because that's not a heroic trait and Kiyi has to be a hero for some reason unlike that irredeemable monster Azula who was born bad.

So nice of you to ask her first Zuko! Fuck's sake! Being Firelord has really gotten to this boy's head, like I know he has absolute power and all that shit but damn, if I was Mai, I would be wanting to get back with him less after this, not more, regardless of whether or not I liked the job in the end. Fucking consent, bro! (Previous page has him telling the headmistress she'll do it.) Unfortunately, this is actually not ooc for what we've seen of Zuko, honestly, imo. Mai, you can do so much better. Like, I ship Maiko. I love their dynamic etc etc. But girl. Respect yourself. This boy is NOT it at this point.

This is our continuing indication that they'll be rewriting the past in this comic, and we'd all better get on board. Zuko certainly thinks Azula treated him badly and has a very, "Zuko did nothing wrong!" approach to it all, but Mai was there for the vast majority of it, witnessed it with her own two eyes, so she would not react to that sentence with, "True." She just wouldn't. At least not the Mai we know. So let the assassination of Mai’s character commence!

Like, was this comic so half-assed nobody could be bothered to look up the spelling of Ukano's name? Yes. Yes it was.

Can I be made to believe Ukano said this to Mai when she was smol? Absolutely, yes. He's portrayed as a social climber and willing to utilize basically any route he can access to gain clout and influence. That's a man who is not above using his daughter in this way. I think it's somewhat implied by Mai’s dialogue in The Beach, even. Dude was a shitty father, Caldera was rife with them. Do I believe for one second Mai became friends with Azula because of this counsel? Absolutely not. The Mai we know thinks for herself 100% of the time, it's basically her thing.

Oh, cool, there's a 10 image per post limit. Well. I'll keep going in reblogs and indicate when I'm done. Bear with me, friends.

[boatboys]

Hello I am asking as someone who is not American and does not have a strong grasp of American regional accents. I know the Fleet accent has been talked about before but since it keeps getting remarked upon so much in all the non-Fleet POV books, I GOTTA know. How... how does Rich say peoples' names?? What does 'Rafael' sound like phonetically when said by the big boy???

The short answer is that he hits the first consonant/syllable--D and T noises very swallowed/softened--and then kind of makes a mouth noise in the general shape of the rest of it lmao. Which in Rafael's case means it ends up kind of like. Similar to "Raf-ale" if he's enunciating, and "Raf(vague vowel sound)" if he's not.

The LONG answer is this collection of musings on accents I picked out from the author chat.

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roach —

yknow he probably pronounces his whole name rich'r rich'r merl rafael: your name, for example, has four syllables rich, counting: ....no?

Splickedylit, RN, BSN —

the L on Basil's name ends up so swallowed Sol spent the first two visits thinking Rich's boyfriend was named Bays

roach —

oh my god Bays Rye like yeah sure whatever that's a reasonable name for a boat cultist

Splickedylit, RN, BSN —

Rafael meanwhile will pronounce the whole damn thing which gives the fleet guys a distinct feeling of being in trouble because nobody enunciates your whole name that clearly unless you're about to get scolded

roach —

oh man yeah

Splickedylit, RN, BSN —

Rafael, very crisply: Basil Wright? Bays: 8(

roach —

rich keeps hearing the other guys going riTCH and is like. you don't have to go that hard. doesn't it wear your mouth out.

Splickedylit, RN, BSN —

Sol is using his WHOLE mouth like. SO much. does he not get tired. there's so many consonants in there

roach —

i think instead of a fully enunciated tch noise like we do it's probably more of a /dj/ like in jazz?

rollerskatinglizard —

Ridge Mehrl

roach —

yeah these are our boat boys, bays, midge, and ridge. and yes, they smoke weed. ......leam god rich is handicapped in following iambic pentameter or whatever it is he gets done in half the time rich you actually have to say the words on beat all of each word

Splickedylit, RN, BSN —

Rich: this is Liam Rafael, enunciating very clearly: ..............Leem? Rich: nah 's Liam. like, Liam? Rafael: Leem. Rich: Liam THAT'S WHAT HE SAID, RICH FOR PITY'S SAKE

rollerskatinglizard —

Rich finally spells it in total exasperation Rafael, in disbelief: LIAM????

Splickedylit, RN, BSN —

who the fuck is Lee-Um Rafael's name probably comes out like. Raffle.

roach —

raf'ale

Splickedylit, RN, BSN —

Rafael pronouncing his own name is giving three whole fancy syllables Rich will sometimes manage two if he's trying real hard

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roach —

UNRELATED but i feel like the first time sol hears rich pronounce 'christmas' he has to pause like. crimmis. really??? rich: crim...is. sol: you are so close to having an actual t in there somewhere rich: the t is silent, it's always been silent, you can't tell me it's not sol: CHRISTMAS rich: bullshit

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Splickedylit, RN, BSN —

........I bet the Fleet ship Versailles is almost ubiquitously pronounced "ver-sails" in the same way that Notre Dame the college is almost universally pronounced "dame" instead of "dahm"

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roach —

today's silly thought: connor making any kind of issue out of how rich pronounces things and sol being outraged like 'worst guy you know makes a great point' rich: hurn connor: it's HUNNERT sol, seething: hundred rich: yeah that's what i said

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roach — 10/1/24, 12:39 PM

connor: payerENCE rich: pay rent? connor: no like your momma rich: oh! pance sol: parents connor: no 🙂 rich: no 🙂

[...]

Splickedylit, RN, BSN —

Sol gets a lot of shit about his new york accent but at least he's COMPREHENSIBLE. you country fucks.

roach —

rich: brooklyn connor: broom? boiling? rich: haha bowling lanes?? no like new york sol: brooklyn connor: fuck off rich: bru'n sol: BROOK. LIN. rich, mockingly: brogn

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roach —

d'rain in spain fas mainyonna plain there, nailed it, next question rafael: say 'around' rich: rown rafael: around rich: ROWN sol: say 'shakespeare' rafael: don't rich: shays-per

[no-phrogs-in-hats]

Lifeboat 14

Pre-Avenger!Agatha x Pre-Avenger!Reader

Word count: 3,844

Chapter warnings: It's the Titanic; mass death, drowning, violence, non-explicit smut, reader vomits

Summary: Before you were an Avenger, you lived a much different life--one where you waited on hand and foot for the upper class. Being a stewardess, you've met plenty of fascinating people, but none more fascinating than first-class Titanic passenger, Agatha Harkness.

A/N: I was watching the new Titanic documentary and realized that's exactly how I want the reader and Agatha to meet. So I dug deep into my AuDHD and got out my books and looked up primary sources (both are linked below), and voila. Also I highly recommend listening to "Hard to Starboard", "The Sinking", and "Death of Titanic" from the Titanic soundtrack while reading this.

Link to the Titanic soundtrack

Link to Mary Sloan's letter to her sister after the sinking

Link to Violet Jessop's memoir

Information about Lifeboat 14

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April 14th, 1912

8:00pm

You’re pressed against the wall of her first-class suite. Her hands grip and knead at the layers of your skirt as her lips brush down your neck.

“You left in the middle of dinner,” you breathe. 

“I know,” she groans, “but when you looked at me like that when lacing up my corset, when your hand brushed mine serving my tea, well…I just couldn’t help myself.”

Agatha Harkness is like no other passenger you’ve served. No matter what ship you’re serving on, first-class passengers are always the same: stuck up, rude, and petty. And yes, she’s stuck up, sometimes rude, and sometimes petty, but your position now and the genuine care she seems to show you, sets her apart from the rest. The Titanic is called ‘The Ship of Dreams’ and gauging where you are right now, you might just have to agree with that name.

“The Astors, the Guggenheims, not even the chairman of White Star Line himself can compare to you, sweetheart,” she husks. “To them, wealth is double-breasted tuxedos and imported cigars. You, however, are worth much more than any material possession.”

You let out a breathy moan at her words and her lips press into yours, tongue brushing against yours. “You need to get back to the dining room.”

Agatha hums against your lips, “Dinner’s finished in fifteen minutes, my darling. Time goes by quickly when you’re having fun, doesn’t it?”

You pull away, running your hands over her waist, feeling the boning of the corset beneath her dinner dress. Time does indeed go by quickly when you’re having fun. “I need to go,” you say softly. “Quite a few female passengers like tea when they return to their rooms, and I don’t think they’d like it if I were late…again.”

With a smug look, she squeezes your hips through the fabric of your skirt. “You’re right. I’d hate to be responsible for any misconduct on your part…again.”

In your ten years of being a stewardess, every voyage had been uneventful. Every voyage had been filled with the same routine–wake up early, eat breakfast quickly, serve breakfast and morning tea to whatever cabins you were assigned to, tidy the rooms, and whatever else was asked of you afterwards. It could be tedious and boring, but many times you were overwhelmed with requests–of course, though, a little magic never hurt while making the beds, and darning dresses always went by quicker with a simple spell.

But no matter how exhausted you were, you had always been obedient, always arrived in a timely manner. You were the perfect stewardess. Polite, willing, everything a servant should be.

But now, you’re falling.

You’re making careless mistakes. You’re being reprimanded two days into the voyage because you blanked on a woman’s request after Agatha Harkness, the most impossible passenger you’ve ever encountered, made a flirty remark about not traveling with a maid. And now, four days into the seven day voyage, you woke up in this woman’s bed–a bed nicer than any mattress you’ll probably ever sleep on.

“I usually have some spare time around eleven,” you say. 

Her hand comes up to hold your chin lightly. “Well, why don’t you meet me on the first-class starboard side boat deck at…let’s say, eleven-twenty, for a walk in the fresh air.”

“Just a walk?” you ask pointedly, smiling and raising an eyebrow.

“Just a walk,” she repeats, and tucks a piece of hair back into your bonnet. 

“Alright,” you say. “Eleven-twenty, starboard side boat deck.”

You kiss her lightly on the lips and rush out of the room to prepare the tea for the other suites. The next three hours go by so painfully slowly. They’re filled with laundry and darning and polishing shoes, and it doesn’t help that you’re looking at the clock every five minutes. 

By the time your duties are finished, and the women you’re assigned to have relieved you of your duties, it’s nearly eleven-fifteen. You hurry through the halls of B-Deck until you’re at the grand staircase, climbing each step quickly until you’re at the boat deck level. 

When you walk outside it’s just past eleven-twenty and the cold, crisp air of the North Atlantic burns your nose. Despite the warm lights on the boat deck, the ship is engulfed in an inky blackness, steaming ahead through an endless void. 

You spot Agatha almost immediately. She’s at least ten yards away, leaning forward on the parapet and looking out. Walking up behind her, your voice is small, “Hi.”

She turns around, her smile teasing, but the look of relief in her eyes softens her words. “I was beginning to think you had gone off to bed.”

“No rest for the wicked,” you muse, standing beside her.

The walk on the boat deck is slow and leisurely. Most passengers have retreated to the warmth of their rooms or the public lounges, and what remains on the deck is the crew. You look down the deck at the bridge where officers stand in the distance, talking quietly.

“There were six iceberg warnings today,” you mumble. “Apparently the wireless operators are stubborn asses when it comes to incoming messages from other ships.”

Agatha side-eyes you with a grin, her head held high. “Oh? And how would you know that?”

“A couple crew members are quite friendly with me,” you say matter-of-factly. 

“Fraternizing with your colleagues?” she teases. “So unprofessional.”

You laugh quietly as she takes your hand and pulls you up a short set of steps and onto the raised platform. Being backed into a small, hidden nook, you giggle, “I’d argue that this is more unprofessional.”

Agatha kisses you lightly and her hands hold your waist. “And what is this?”

You open your mouth to respond but all that comes out is another giggle, “I…don’t know.”

“You don’t know?” she chuckles.

“I don’t,” you smile, kissing her again. Your next words are soft. “But…I do know that I want t–”

Three bells ring out and your blood runs cold.

It all happens in less than a minute.

“What is it?” Agatha asks, noticing the startled expression on your face.

“Three bells,” you mumble. “There’s something up ahead.”

You listen for the commotion that would be just yards away on the bridge. Your ears feel like a cat’s, turning in every direction for even the slightest bit of sound. And then you hear it.

“Hard-a-starboard!”

Officer Moody’s familiar voice shouts out in the night and a domino of other officers’ voices repeats the command. With the bridge being in your sight, you focus your eyes down the deck, watching as officers hurry over the bridge in the chaos.

“We need to get inside,” you affirm, adrenaline rushing your gut and making you nauseous as you take her hand. You rush the both of you toward the platform stairs, but when you’re at the railing you’re forced to stop.

The floorboards beneath your feet start to shake and the railing you’re holding onto begins to tremble in its divots. As Agatha braces herself beside you, hand still in yours, you look up–the night outside of the ship is vast and endless, but it’s disturbed by the towering figure of an iceberg. 

It’s at least a hundred feet above the waterline, looming over the boat deck as the shaking slowly comes to a stop and pieces of ice litter the well deck. On the bridge, just in the distance, you can see Officer Moody standing as still as a statue and you notice how quiet it’s become.

“The engines are off,” you say, finally stepping down the stairs. You make the walk back to the first class passenger entry and when you’re back in her room you throw open the doors to the wardrobe and toss her a life vest. “Put this on and go back up to the starboard side boat deck. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

You don’t give her a chance to respond, simply leaving her with a kiss on the cheek and rushing out the door. You turn right down the hall of B-Deck, quick in your steps as you go from room to room, knocking on doors and rousing sleepers.

You have to practically beg them to put their life vests on. Most have no idea what’s happening, and in truth, you don’t know either. “Unsinkable” is a hard standard to live up to.

On your way to C-Deck, you almost run straight into the ship’s builder, apologizing profusely.

“Mr. Andrews,” you begin, your voice trying to keep steady as you notice the rolls of maps and blueprints tucked under his arm. “I saw the iceberg. The ship is sinking, isn’t it?”

He looks at you and his eyes are soft, almost pleading with you to not make him admit it aloud. But he relents, “The mailroom is afloat. Five compartments are flooded. Don’t cause a panic, but you need to get a life vest on and wake the other passengers. Get to a lifeboat as quickly as possible.”

“Yes, sir,” you say quietly, and watch as he rushes down the grand staircase. You continue through C-Deck, informing the other stewardesses of the situation at hand.

“Don’t cause a panic,” you tell them. “Captain’s orders–have them put on their life vests and go to the boat deck.”

By half-past midnight, you’re almost running through the halls. Crowds of passengers have formed at each landing of the staircase and you and other service staff hand out life vests to anyone without one.

“Ma’am, please,” you beg one woman. “It’s Captain’s orders. You need to put on a life vest”  Most of the passengers are convinced it’s simply a drill and you witness another woman send her own maid back to her room to start a fire and prepare tea. 

It’s almost ten past one when you finally make it to the boat deck, starboard side just as you told Agatha. Your life vest provides no protection against the freezing air, and your breath comes out in bursts of white clouds as you look desperately over the heads of unruly passengers. 

The deck has fallen into utter disrepair. Passengers push their way into lifeboats while others fall from the ship’s edge into the frigid water. Officers shout commands and seamen yell at the men trying to force themselves into boats, but through it all, the only thing you’re worried about is finding Agatha.

As you run through the crowd, pushing through people and tripping over ropes, you catch sight of Mr. Andrews one last time. In your few days of knowing him, you had never heard him raise his voice–and this time was no different, even in the midst of panic.

“Number five only had twelve, Mr. Lightoller! Twelve!” he huffs. “These boats are built to withstand the weight of sixty-four men!” When Officer Lightoller surrenders to the argument, he nods and Thomas Andrews begins helping him load more women and children into the boat one last time.

And still, as you continue, Agatha is nowhere to be found. By the time you’re on the port side, the ship has a noticeable list and there are even more people than the starboard side contains.

“Agatha!” you scream, voice raw with desperation. “Agatha!”

But from what you see, the majority of the passengers on the port side are second and third class. So many thoughts swim through your head–finding Agatha, getting a lifeboat, helping passengers, it was all so much.

You’re aft now, and push your way through the crowd. “Officer Lowe!” you shout, trying to get his attention through the deafening sounds of metal-on-metal and rocket flairs exploding mid-air. “Officer Lowe!”

He looks up, calling after you, and you run over. “Is there anything I can help with?” you ask, and he reaches forward to help you in the boat.

You begin helping the second and third class women and children into the boat. They’re hesitant, but seeing you so level-headed placates a few of them. Children curl into their mothers’ sides, wrapped in blankets and some holding stuffed animals. It takes almost fifteen minutes to fill the lifeboat.

During the process, a man jumps into the lifeboat and immediately hides under the seats. Thinking he was about to get away with it just as the lifeboat was being lowered, Officer Lowe stops the crew and retrieves his revolver.

“Leave the boat!” he commands. “I’ll throw you overboard!” When his words don’t work, he directly targets the man’s ego, “For God’s sake, be a man! We have women and children to save!”

And those words work, as he seems to finally leave the boat and await his fate on the boat deck. 

Officer Lowe stands tall as you hold a crying child. Below, on the A-Deck promenade, tensions rise and passengers start climbing through the windows in an attempt to get on the boat. Lowe takes his revolver and fires three shots into the sky.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Passengers in the boat scream and on the promenade people run in different directions. Looking to your left, the ship’s tilt is much more obvious–water is up to the forward deck and just shy of flooding the well deck–and upwards the boat deck was becoming further and further away.

As the boat is in its final five feet, you’re jolted forward. The aft end of the boat has stopped lowering and the bow doesn’t stop until it reaches the water. The passengers in the boat, all leaning to the side on one another, begin panicking and screaming out. 

Officer Lowe and the other seamen on board take out pocket knives and saw away at the thick ropes holding up the lifeboat. When they snap, the boat drops down and water starts filling the bottom.

 The hole in the hull isn’t too big, but water floods in quickly and passengers draw their knees up to their chests as the water rises. By the time you and another woman find a spare life vest, the water is ankle deep. Officer Lowe hands you a pocket knife and you slice it open, digging out the cork material and wrapping it back in the canvas fabric to force it in the small hole. 

At around eight inches, the water stops rising and you can finally let yourself breathe. With nothing to scoop the water out, all that you can do is sit back down as the Able Seamen row away from the boat. And as you get further and further, the water is up to the A-Deck promenade. You grab an oar, not only wanting to be useful, but wanting to focus on getting away rather than the horrors on display in front of you. 

When Lowe checks his pocket watch next it’s almost two-fifteen in the morning. The bow of the ship is completely underwater now and it’s only sinking faster. Screams are heard even at the boat’s distance of almost 200 yards, and as passengers swim over the sunken bow, metal groans and the forward funnel falls forward.

The screams get louder as the ship’s bow sticks further and further out of the water. In the boat, mothers shield their children’s faces, holding them close beneath blankets. You continue rowing even as your arms become sore and tired, but everyone–even you– in the boat stops everything.

The ship is at a 45 degree angle.

All lifeboats have been deployed.

The lights on the ship flicker.

They grow dimmer as the seconds go by.

And then the ship groans. The metal cries.

The middle section of the ship begins fracturing in multiple places, and as the lights finally flicker one last time, it caves in on itself. 

The entire middle of the ship sinks below the surface, following the bow down to the ocean floor. As the stern separates from the rest of the ship, it falls back into the water, crushing the passengers beneath it. It’s pitch black, but you can make out the silhouette of the ship, now sticking out of the water at a 90 degree angle. 

Lowe shouts more commands to continue rowing and you only make it about ten feet before the water floods the stern of the Titanic and the pressure pulls it down. 

The rowing ceases. 

The night is a pit of black tar, with the only light being the stars above you. The screaming feels endless. 1,500 people are just 150 yards away, fighting for their lives in the middle of the North Atlantic. 

And there’s only one thought on your mind: Agatha.

All you can think about is her being in the midst of it: clinging to a floating chair, her lips turning blue–those soft, warm lips that are now trembling in the cold–and the worst thought of them all, suffocating and freezing from the inside out because of how cold the water is. 

You huddle side-by-side with another woman, sharing a blanket with her. It’s only been an hour since the ship went down, and your teeth are chattering. With Agatha still on your mind, you lean over to Officer Lowe. “I think we should go back for the survivors.”

He mulls it over for a minute. “Let’s wait for it to quiet down.”

And the screams are slowly fading. Minute by minute the strangled cries of the stranded passengers quiet, and eventually, they stop all together. 

It’s eerie and off putting. It’s the worst silence you’ve ever heard. It pulls at your gut and you lean over the edge of the boat and vomit. The older woman beside you rubs your back and takes the oar from your hand. 

“Here, sweetheart,” she says softly. “Let me switch places with you”

Lifeboat 4, 10, 12, and collapsable D are the closest boats around. The woman who took the oar from you helps row the boat toward them and passengers are dispersed evenly. From 14, you help Lowe transfer the women into the other boats, and when you help a woman who turns out to be a man in disguise, you make no move to help him when Lowe pushes him into the lifeboat.

While the other boats begin rowing in the direction of the rescue ship, you remain in lifeboat 14 with Officer Lowe and the two Able Bodied Seamen. Despite Lowe telling you that you’ve done enough, you insist on coming. You genuinely want to help, but deep down, if Agatha is out there, you’d rather find her yourself than have someone find her for you. 

Officer Lowe pans his flashlight across the field of bodies. “Oars!” he calls. “Be careful,” he says softly now. “Don’t hit any of them.”

You can hear the struggle in his voice as the boat continues forward. “We’re too late,” he sighs. “We waited too long.”

With your own flashlight, you peer across the expanse of floating bodies, looking at each one to see if it’s Agatha. And as you do, and you make eye contact with the lifeless, frozen bodies, you regret wanting to do this. You’re queasy again, looking at their faces frozen in time, hair solid with ice crystals. You swallow the bile that’s risen in your throat.

Four people are rescued from the water. 

One of them doesn’t make it.

But you still tend to them. You wrap them in blankets. You make them as comfortable as possible.

With the mast of the boat now up, the boat sails through water easily. In the near distance, collapsible D is slowly bobbing through the water and when you reach it, Lowe and the man in charge of D tie them together.

The sun is just peaking above the horizon when collapsible A is spotted–on the verge of sinking with around a dozen people clinging to it. You help row 14 to collapsible A and when there, the men clinging to it are exhausted. 

Your limbs ache with fatigue and cramp from the cold, but you don’t stop until you’re met with the Carpathia around seven o’clock. You never thought you’d be so happy to see the sun, even when it’s blinding you with its early morning rays. But seeing the Carpathia bathed in the golden light and reflecting off the water, you have a new sense of gratitude for life.

Inside the ship, it’s warm, and that cold ache in your bones begins to dissipate. The adrenaline is slowly leaving your body and you slowly eat a breakfast of hot broth and bread. It warms you, easing your upset stomach from the previous seven hours. But the only thing that will placate you is seeing her.

Knowing that Agatha is okay.

You accept a blanket from a stewardess in exchange for your life vest and wrap it around yourself. You walk around the ship, searching through both the first and second class groups before going back out to the boat deck with the third class passengers. By now, you’re in complete disarray. Your bonnet is missing, your hair is frizzy and sticking out of its pins, and there’s a tear in your skirt.

You wrap the blanket tighter around your shoulders as you lean against the railing, looking out at the ocean as the sun finishes rising. There’s passengers from the Titanic all over the deck. Many of them are crying and praying that their family is alive and that the officer is simply wrong.

But you, you stand by yourself. Four days. You had only known her four days, but you wouldn’t trade those days for all the money in the world. She wasn’t in the water, she wasn’t with first or second class, and somehow, you’re at peace with it. Even as you cry quietly, you’re at peace with it.

You’re okay.

You’ll be okay.

“Hi.”

You whirl around, eyes puffy and red with tears. A choked sob forces its way out of your throat and you run to her.

You run. 

You throw your arms around her neck, blanket encasing you both in a cocoon of warmth and tears. Her hand cradles your head against her shoulder, arm wrapped tightly around your waist as you sob uncontrollably. “Oh my god–I–Oh, Agatha!”

She shushes you quietly, “It’s okay…”

“Where were you?” you sniffle, not looking up from her shoulder. “I–I couldn’t find you.”

“I know,” she whispers. “I know, I’m sorry. I’m here now.”

When the Carpathia arrives in New York City on April 18th at nine o’clock, it’s raining. 

You stand on the forward deck, embracing the feeling of the cold rain on your skin when Agatha comes up beside you, shielding you with her umbrella. You lean your head on her shoulder and the both of you watch as the Statue of Liberty slowly comes into view.

“Do you want to come with me?”

The question is abrupt and you lift your head. “What?”

“When we get off,” she specifies. “Would you like to come with me?”

You smile softly, “I think after this week, I could use some time away from being a stewardess.”

[i-am-countess-olivia]

From this exchange with @wandererseas.

James finds Jopson in possession of a Captain Crozier heart locket.

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Outside the door after another grim supper of Francis stewing in the black, James comes into collision with the man's inbound steward. They jostle and side-step for a spell, Jopson whispering apologies, and when James shoulders him in an attempt to give room, something strikes the boards between them with a tiny metal clack.

James bends just as Jopson lurches sharply, as if thrown by a squall. Their foreheads strike hard.

"Careful, man!" James demands, annoyed. Rubbing his brow, he lowers himself to collect whatever dropped and at the sight of it his mood improves.

Having straightened, he holds up the little brass treasure between thumb and forefinger: cheap, a little worn, without a chain.

"Lucky devil, Jopson," he declares. "Has she got a name?"

Jopson's eyes dance anywhere but James' face. He extends out a trembling hand. "Thank you, sir."

"Just a moment. May I?" James asks with all friendly grace.

But Jopson only swallows and fixedly stares. James can't make it out: why does the man look so stricken, as if by the name of this very ship?

He laughs. "She's not a dog, is she, Thomas? Come now—"

The lock pricks sharp against his finger and the tiny heart swings unhinged. All traces of mirth slide from James' face.

"Jopson!" The captain's cabin half-roars, half-croaks.

"Commander, I beg you—" Jopson pleads. He sounds on verge of tears.

In James' palm, the object burns as hot as his face. "What— no, you wait here, you must explain. What is the meaning? Does—" He dares to glance again at the two halves of the brass heart: two full colour miniatures, done in a mediocre brush yet unmistakable in their likeness turn towards each other in wistful profile:

Thomas Jopson on the left, Francis Crozier on the right.

James drops his voice to a hard whisper: "Does he force you to carry this?"

He wouldn't put it past the man.

Jopson heartily shakes his head. "No, sir, please— Understand, it was given to me as a joke— another voyage, another crew, a little joke from them—"

"JOPSON!"

Whether it is the roar or the two visages who lock sentimental gazes in the cup of his hand, an anger boils over in James — hot and shapeless and—

"You cannot have this," he states abruptly. "If the men knew, it would look very bad indeed. I am confiscating it until such a time as I see fit."

Jopson shrinks against the door that summons him with such force, eyes brimming but offering no complaint.

"So now go to him," James half-snarls and then, recovering at least a surface of composure, adds: "Good night, Jopson."

On his dark and icy walk back to Erebus, he cannot help but paw at the blasted thing in his pocket. It burns him like a heart-shaped ember and stokes the unaccountable fury that rose at his awareness of its existence.

Later, in his berth, undressed, he reaches for it again. He snaps it open and soft fondles and hard stares as if he might force his will onto the heart and its contents, to what end he knows not.

At last, he slides a thumb over the left image, holds it like that covered, and feels marginally better.

[nikosama13]

"Mind, heart, and body." (Law x Reader!)

Description: It was a rough and stormy night on the Polar Tang. You were a new recruit on the Heart Pirates. Law let you join the crew because he knew the amount of power you held and.. well.. beauty too. Eventually one of the thunder strikes woke you up. Making you head over sleepily to Law’s room, falling asleep on his bed. Then what happened? That’s just for Law and you to know..

Side Notes: Hello my wonderful loves!! Please enjoy this fic, I spent most of my day fixing this up for you all. <3 (Probably spelling mistakes + My requests should be open!)

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It was another rough night on the Polar Tang, waves crashed against the ship which indicated a thunderstorm. You had just recently joined the Heart Pirates and Law had chosen you because of your amazing fighting skills and maybe your looks too..

The thunder and lighting grew louder and stronger, half asleep you wondered if the ship was really going to be okay with this many waves and chaos.

You could hear the screams and yells of the harsh ocean wind against the small, glass window over your bed. Another ‘bang’ sound came from the outside thunder, this made your eyes snap open.

You wanted to hold something. You were actually feeling scared over something so simple.

Then you noticed a small light seeping from under your door, the same light you saw before you slept.

Law’s room.

You assumed that Law being Law.. was still awake, and that he was working on whatever Law works on at this time of night. Probably studying some medical books or what not.

So, you decided to sit up on your bed and walk over to this room. You weren’t really thinking straight because of your sudden awakening from the thunder.

You knocked on his door and didn’t hear anything.

So you just decided to barge in.

“L-law.. you in here..?” you said scratching your eyes slightly, standing in his doorway, scanning the room.

You saw Law on this chair, head deep into his work.

Law turned around on his chair and stared at you in shock.

“E-eh y/n-ya..? What are you doing this late in here..?” Then it hit him like a pile of bricks, you were in his room, at this time of night, alone.

He felt a small burning sensation creep up on him. He was blushing.

“I dunno.. I was sleeping and then the thunder woke me up..” you stared at him innocently.

You began walking towards his bed and plopped on it, still dizzy from waking up and walking abruptly to his room.

“Y/n.. y-you shouldn’t be in here..” he looked down on you, wide eyed.

“I know but.. It’s scary..” you mumbled and began getting comfortable in his bed.

Law shut his medical book, pushed his chair in place and walked closer to you.

“I’m taking you back.” he said firmly.

He didn't want you to get him wrong.. He’d love to sleep with you in his bed but.. There was something about it.. He couldn’t commit to it.

Then he placed his hands under you and lifted you up from his bed, your feet dangling in the air and your head in his chest.

As he walked to your room, he opened the door and placed you gently on your bed and shut the blinds of the small window, his body hanging over you.

Then you, in your sleep, grabbed his clothing. This pulling movement from you made him stumble and fall on you. Not hard enough to wake you up though.

At this point he was completely bright red and hopeful you didn't wake up to see him in this state. He slowly got up from his position, careful to not wake you up.

“Law…” you said his name in a quiet and adorable voice.

His attention snapped to you.

“I want my good night kiss..” you smiled with your eyes still shut.

Law was speechless.

He was stuck in between following your request or completely ignoring you and walking out. However, at that moment he knew that if he didn’t follow up on what you asked so kindly for, he wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about you.

So, he slowly leaned in.. he was still contemplating what to do. But this mind, heart, and body were all fighting and racing a million miles an hour.

But then..

He kissed you.

Your tender lips collided with his, it was a solid second but for Law it felt like forever. Then he pulled back, seeing your face smiling unconsciously in delight.

He decided to see himself out before this escalated.. meaning that he wouldn’t be able to hold himself back from continuing if he looked at you longer.

He slowly walked out of the room and shut the door. He was smiling, this mouth going from ear-to-ear and blushing like a mad man.

He’d never really got to experience this feeling.

Then Law entered this room and also shut the door, he laid on his bed and was happy, proud, relieved, and worried.

Now why worried you ask?

Well, let’s just say he’d have lots of explaining to do the next morning..

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The End~

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[thiamsalpha]

911 thoughts from a newbie watcher:

spoilers for 2x01 - 2x06

(excuse name errors/spelling mistakes i am not good at remembering shit hence why i want to make this post cause i think it’s fun to do & people might enjoy reading my brain pluckings as i fight to catch up with you all)

- whys buck and eddies first interaction so ‘I hate you bro’ but not even 30 minutes later ‘you’re kinda cool bro’ lmfao, im gonna love their ship, i can feel it.

- eddie i officially want to adopt you. adorable, i love him so much already!

- Buck and Eddie both rejecting girls at the truck scene was iconic. Although I’m a little disappointed chimney didn’t get hit on, put some respect on my man.

- i love seeing athena and bobby’s scenes, literally melting my heart. they both deserve happiness in their blended little family <333

- the earthquake episodes were rough, really enjoyable. i love a good natural disaster episode, was really cool to watch. notice how buck and eddie were paired together??

- no sign of Abby yet! that’s a positive.

- Maddie is so fucking adorable, although im a bit paranoid for her about her ex. it’s cute seeing her as a 911 operator so im looking forward to seeing more of her scenes!

- was interesting to see some of eddies family, including his son!! can’t wait to find out more about his story.

- chimney deserves the world idc. why does he keep getting overlooked by women? is that gonna be a running joke that he isn’t attractive enough because be so fking fr, he is fine as hell! ugh justice for my man.

- tbh I don’t blame hen for almost walking away from her ex, i probably woulda had the same thoughts in that situation. But im glad her ex went back to jail, that’s gonna be an issue later….

- Gloria’s character was interesting, brought some humour to the show while also showcasing real issues, especially with ending calls like that…

predictions:

abby doesn’t return (i think this is more of a manifestation but whatever helps keep her away)

maddie’s ex will probably call again or make a possible appearance??

more fire episodes would be cool?? it’s really interesting that there’s hardly any fires and they’re firefighters? I used to watch Chicago fire so it’s a different vibe watching 9-1-1 but still really cool! showing all the other hard work fire fighters have to do!

buck will let Abby tf go?? his scenes are annoying me, he keeps talking about her. baby needs to realise she doesn’t want him anymore and he can do a lot better.

[mcytblrconfessions]

I think CCs are allowed to be able to control what content is made of them. If a creator doesnt want people doing rpf (shipping or otherwise) of them then it should NOT be that hard for people to not make rpf, even when there is a 0% chance they may see it. No, the creator is not your friend but they ARE something called a person who deserves the basic decency of having boundaries respected even if they arent there to see it.

Sometimes you shouldnt do something you want to do because it is against a persons very reasonable boundary and thats okay, you arent evil for wanting to do it, just dont. If there is a reason you cant stop yourself then maybe at least change the names (completely or just the spelling) and call them OCs.

however if the creator is genuinely fine with rpf as long as they dont see it then thats chill, they are a grown ass adult who can decide their boundaries for themselves. Write about that mcyt going to the supermarket or whatever rpf writers write about. I want to play a CYOA fanfic of my fav MCYT. Also normalizing simply asking a CC if they are fine with RPF, its not weird its the Correct Way To Go About Things.

okay but albert einstein said rpf was fine

[hollowed-theory-hall]

Hi! I love your theories, and I spent too long reading everything I could find on your blog on Harry and V specifically, and bc I fell into a ship hole and can't seem to get out, here's a random question for you! Do you ship Tomarry or Harrymort in any way? Is it believable for you that it could happen? I mean, most of the time people tend to ship hermione with Tom Riddle, with the excuse that she's super smart, but I think Tom Riddle would despise her actually. Harry's not book smart, but he's very intuitive, he's clever and he's cunning, they could fit I think 🤔. Also they have shit lives, and they've been through similar things (not everything), and that'd enable them to understand each other and all. And Harry is annoyingly stubborn, so Tom/V would have a hard time manipulating him or forcing him by other means (like spells or potions), and he's observant and suspicious enough to notice random little clues and trusts his instincts so he wouldn't be blindly in love either? Sorry I'm rambling, I'd like to hear your thoughts about this if you have some? (If you don't ship it, no problem, I don't want to come across as if I'm trying to rant or complain or anything)

Have a good day!!

Thank you so much 🥰

As with all ship asks, ship whatever you ship and have fun, these are just my subjective opinions. Also, no, you don't come across as complaining.

So, real talk, I do enjoy tomarry/harrymort. This ship has some of the most well-written fics I came across in all my various fandoms and it has a special place in my heart. But my thoughts on this pairing are complicated.

To summarise I think this pair can be narrativly delicious. We got distorted parallel mirrors, both of them outright say how much they understand each other, how they know each other better than anyone else. They are narrative foils in many ways, having similar enough backgrounds but making different choices leading down different paths. It also helps these two are in my top 5 favorite characters in the series, so pairing them up is somewhat natural since it gets interesting results.

But, I don't think canon Harry and Tom/Voldemort would actually work as a couple realistically (or at least in a healthy way). Like, even without their history and specific circumstances in the story, ignoring everything and just thinking about how I see their personalities, I think they'd get on each other's nerves if they tried to date. They'd try to kill each other, completely independent of any prophecy.

Now to make a short story long:

(I'll be using the name "Tom" but it refers to Tom at any stage in his life)

First, yes, they do understand each other and have the potential for really seeing each other in a way that others rarely see them. I mean, Harry has Ron and Hermione, but they don't get it the way Tom would. They don't understand loneliness and abuse the way someone who lived through it would. I mean, these two clearly don't know what to do when Harry jokes about ducking his uncle's fists besides looking at him with concern. With Tom, Harry wouldn't have to worry about this. Tom would also not be concerned about Harry's darker more ruthless tendencies, allowing Harry to actually be Harry.

Tom, for his part, is a very lonely character who is looking for companionship and compassion, two things Harry can give. But Tom is unyielding in basically everything, he is incredibly prideful and independent. While he wants a connection, he doesn't really know how to trust and open up, to give a bit of himself that is necessary for relationships which is going to be a struggle for them.

Harry is one of the only characters (if not the only one) Tom sees as an equal or a potential equal. Tom really doesn't respect many people (regardless of blood or magical skill) but he does grow to respect and even fear Harry by book 7. This respect is important for any relationship, but especially when it comes to Tom Riddle, who just wouldn't really take anyone lesser than him seriously. And he thinks 99% of beings are lesser than him, so, that's a point in their favor.

Additionally when we think of the narrative, like, god, this can be juicy. We have two powerful and capable individuals who are basically bound together on every possible level. They are bound by magic, having brother wands that actively don't want to fight each other. They are bound by fate with a prophecy interwinding their lives together. After Tom's resurrection, they are bound by blood and they are bound by soul due to Harry being Tom's Horcrux. They literally share a soul, like, that's insane. They share dreams and memories and get each other in a way few could.

And they are very fixated on each other and can't really escape the other's influence. Tom is obsessed with killing Harry and no one but him is allowed to do it. He even goes as far as stipulating he wants to kill Harry while dueling him properly when Harry has his wand. This is something that shows, again, his respect for Harry. And Harry sees dealing with Voldemort as his responsibility. Tom Riddle is his to deal with and no one else's.

Like, it lends itself to a very dramatic very entertaining story naturally. A messy one for sure, but fun.

All that being said, when I actually think about how I see their respective personalities and what they would want/need from a relationship, I don't think they are very compatible below the surface.

Yes, Tom needs someone who he'll respect, but that partner needs to have some (a lot of) give. They need to be able to work around Tom's 10 million personality complexes without him feeling like he is being fixed. Tom needs to feel like he is getting his way, so his potential partner needs to either be very subtle or put a lot of effort into making Tom dateable (which I talked about more here). The thing is, Harry is just as stubborn and unrelenting as Tom more often than not. These two both have the same complex from a lack of control over their lives in childhood that results in very stubborn people who will fight tooth and nail to get their way and a general distrust of people. This is a recipe for them butting heads often, especially with their different worldviews and how they see people.

Like, both of them would never bow down to anyone. They don't know how to take a backseat. Sure, Harry says he doesn't want all the danger and attention, and he doesn't, but he wouldn't be able to sit and do nothing against what he feels is wrong, he is used to carrying an impossible burden on his shoulders. And he takes a leadership rule easily and naturally. Tom is used to getting his way, he is used to being able to either intimidate or charm what he wants out of everyone, something his partner should be immune to, but I think Harry would rile him up worse, instead of putting a stop to the behavior. Like, Tom would just try harder to break Harry before trying something else would cross his mind because Harry would make a sassy comment that would get Tom emotionally invested. He's going to get his pride and self-worth hinging on breaking Harry's resolve, and he is going to fail. Neither of them would ever be happy in the shadow of the other and it's going to be a constant push and pull with these too. Now, this sort of dynamic can be very compelling in fic, it's a fun story about a relationship that is truly insufferable to be around.

Neither of them is particularly emotionally intelligent or capable of emotional vulnerability. Like, Harry, who didn't know why Cho was crying after Cedric died, would need to be the person carrying the emotional tool in this relationship, and, like, I love Harry, but navigating emotionally volatile situations (specifically romantic ones) is not one of his many skills. Tom is even more useless in this department, he sure can recognize emotions in others, but he repeatedly underestimates emotional attachment, both in himself and others because his conceptions about friendship and love are all skewered. And with romance, he would be so much worse.

Add to all of that the fact both of them have one hell of a temper and it's more likely that they'd blow up at each other rather than talk shit out.

And then there is how I think they'll behave when they actually are in a relationship. As I talked about here, Tom is a sentimental and possessive person. When it comes to romance, I think Tom would want a person to be his, he'd be obsessed and controlling while simultaneously wanting to remain independent and do his own thing. He'd be a nightmare. And Harry, well, Harry would handle the independent, doing his own thing quite well, since I think Harry is the same. Even in a relationship, he'd need to keep his own independence and freedom, and that's where Tom's controlling nature is going to butt heads with Harry's distaste for any controlling figure.

I think Tom would struggle with Harry's lack of ambition too. Because Harry is clever, powerful, has the makings of greatness, and is an equal to Tom, but he isn't planning on doing anything with it. This would infuriate Tom, honestly. I think Tom would find many of Harry's passions (like Quidditch) frivolous and useless and would probably tell him that, which Harry would fight him on.

Harry's sassy nature, would also, get under Tom's skin if it's directed at him, Tom takes himself too seriously to make fun of himself and take a joke. However, he would appreciate these same comments when directed at others. Tom has a sense of humor, but he wouldn't make fun of himself, especially not a younger Tom Riddle when he's still in school.

There are aspects that would work, though, I think Harry would be willing to listen to Tom going on about whatever quite intently, and Tom would love that. Harry can pay a lot of attention to people he cares about, but he can also get distracted and just not hear anything being said to him (he tunes out some of Ron and Hermione's conversations regardless of his love for them. It can happen when you get used to being around someone) which Tom would hate. Although Harry would find Tom's monologing kinda annoying at a certain point, I think.

I think Tom would do good for Harry's self-esteem issues since Tom wouldn't accept Harry thinking of himself as average when he is equal to Tom. Harry would be pretty good for Tom's weird prideful self-hatred and could probably help push for an arc there. Both by showing Tom actual affection and by keeping his ridiculous ego in check.

I also think Harry would appreciate someone being protective over him and wanting him so much as someone who grew up feeling unwanted and like he never had anyone in his corner. And Tom, I believe, would be protective and possessive in a relationship (a little too much, but still).

Basically, both of them (but mostly Tom) need work before they can make a relationship between them work, and that's before looking at their history in the books which will always require some canon-divergence or AU to make this pairing work. Very possible, but it takes effort. Most of said effort goes into forcing them to talk properly, honestly, because Tom really wants Harry, his one failure, dead. Like, Harry would shockingly be the easier one to convince of this, I think. Like, he was willing to forgive Tom, he already sees him as a person and not a bogeyman. Plus, he thinks Tom is hot (the younger one at least). Tom (as Voldemort, during the series), as I said, sees Harry not as Harry but as a representation of his own failings, and until he gets that out of his head, I can't really see this relationship working.

When it comes to the "Harry time travels to the 1940s and goes to Hogwarts with Tom" fics it's easier to get them together because Tom has fewer complexes, but it's still not easy (Sure, he doesn't have 10 million complexes, just 7 million instead). So even then Harry has his work cut out for him and this relationship would be a trainwreck that might take collateral damage in the form of everyone around them being miserable with their bullshit.

The key point in all scenarios I mentioned is that Harry needs to actively pursue Tom because otherwise, it won't happen. Because Tom isn't going to pursue it on his own unless some AU reason pushes him to do so. I can see him getting obsessed with Harry easily in various circumstances, but while he'd pursue his obsession, I don't think it would cross his mind to date Harry. Not on his own, I just don't see Tom coming up with it without something to help him get there. Maybe (again in a time travel scenario) a younger Tom could pursue a fake relationship in pursuit of his obsession, but Harry would fight against it because he'd see through him. I also find it hard to imagine Harry pursuing this relationship with Tom through all of Tom's bullshit. I don't think Harry has the patience for that (unless he has a specific reason to do so).

I don't think Harry would pursue this relationship to begin with either. As I mentioned, emotional intelligence and romance in particular are not Harry's strong suits. He could be in love and not notice it because he shrugged it up to something else and he has more pressing things to worry about. If he does notice, he might try to pursue it, but it again depends on the AU or specific situation. I think he could flirt if he set his mind to it, but whether that's effective with Tom depends on which point in Tom's life we're talking about...

I wrote here about the trope of Tom finding out Harry is his Horcrux and, honestly, what I wrote there applies to any potential romantic relationship between them too. Especially if this trope is relevant in the getting-together stage.

All of this is without talking about the elephant in the room of their specific age difference that I'm kinda ignoring. In the books it's a difference of 54 years, which is a lot, but hey wizards and in fic scenarios, Harry can be an adult or they can be the same age, or, well, in fic you can do whatever even when said whatever situation would be messed up irl. I mean, irl I would never advocate for anyone to sleep with their parents' murderer, but this is fanfiction we're talking about so it doesn't really matter. It does mean that this isn't the kind of pairing that I think could be canon or even canon-adjacent. And though I like it better than Drarry in many ways, it's way less likely to happen than Drarry in the canon books as they are.

So, yeah, I like Tomarrry/Harrymort. It's fun, it's juicy, it's dramatic, it has great fics for it out there, but can it realistically happen without some AU? Not really.

(Also, you mentioned Tom and Hermione so I'll add in a little aside that I think that pair will get along worse than Tom and Harry. I think they would misunderstand each other a lot. And Tom, contrary to popular belief isn't going to appreciate someone who's trying to prove he isn't the smartest person in the room. I also think Tom wouldn't like Hermione's attitude over basically anything. I think Hermione would disapprove of Tom's general disregard for others' lives and well-being as well, and she would take more offense at it than Harry. I think Hermione is more likely to get intimidated by Tom than Harry too. Like Hermione would startle at something Tom says whereas Harry would call out his bluff)

[bonnibelleangelica]

Ao3: 10 Tips for Getting More Hits on Your Fanfic

Disclaimer! Do whatever you want! This is unpaid labor and you're doing it because you want to, don’t suck the life out of it by avoiding things you want to write about. That being said, if you are losing motivation because you aren't getting enough encouragement or you want to know where you went wrong, keep reading...

1) Tags Tags Tags

Max out your tags with tropes, characters, content warnings, audience targeting and every single spicy action taken. Less tags makes the reader think less happens in the story. They might not even read through them, but they will think that you have a plan beyond the first chapter. Dont be too scared to spoil shit, thats what tags are for.

2) Description

Likewise, make sure you have a decently long description with correct spelling and grammar. Ao3 is rife with unreadable, un-paragraphed nightmares and if your description is riddled with mistakes, people won't bother with you.

3) Pairings

Sex sells, but so does romance. Either way, the most popular stories usually cover a lot of bases by containing multiple ships. You don't have to do that, especially since it tends to water down the story and leave everyone a little dissatisfied, but try to think about the way people search for fics. They usually have a ship in mind. Work with that, try to write about pairings people like at least a little. Or dont. Live yo dreams.

4) Chapters

2,000-3,000 words, trust me. More than that and you might as well cut it in half to get twice the traffic and twice the comments. Plus, people forget what happened at the beginning of the chapter and you’ll never get any praise for all that hard work. Less, and people will feel like youre already running out of content.

5) Long-Fics

One shots (single chapter, short stories) are good, but they’re a gamble for every new reader. What are the characters like? Is this writer good? Should I be invested or will it end on a cliffhanger for no reason? Some people prefer to wrap everything up in one sitting, but if you want subscriptions, comments and bookmarks, write a long-fic (a full length story).

6) Launch

Post at least 3 chapters as fast as you can (quality is important tho). Too many long-fics claim to be 1/20 chapters, but you never see them again, orphaned before they even started. A big drop also allows your readers time to get hooked. They get comfortable just as the well runs dry and THATS when you get comments begging for more.

7) Story Ideas

Try to stay within the realm of the fandom in some way. AU’s are fine, but make sure to stay close enough to the canon in your initial pitch to still make sense. Let your audience have a chance of guessing roughly where you’re going with this idea. Age them up predictably, exaggerate established character traits, use the butterfly effect to change the canon storyline in a way that makes your audience go “Oh my god, that would be so cool! I wish that had happened!” Don’t throw a bunch of random shit at them with nothing but the character names intact, it pisses people off. (trust me)

8) Cliffhangers

Hear me out, neat and tidy leaves people satisfied... too satisfied. Don’t play keep away constantly, but every now and then, end a chapter with a cliff hanger. This gets you a lot of comments and demands for updates. Don’t frustrate people too much, but also don’t leave every chapter on happiliy ever after. Don’t let them sleep at night.

9) PROOFREAD

Oh my god I will immediately close a tab if I open it and it's nothing but typos. Use Grammarly, it's free, and learn how to paragraph. Ao3 is starved for legible stories so if you can write a generic smut fic with proper punctuation, you’re at the top of the food chain.

10) Create a portfolio

Give people a nice collection of stories to go through. If you impressed them, they’ll often go through your page to find more since now they know you can be trusted. This is where one-shots are good page fillers. So many of my Kudos emails are back-to-back readers who read my whole collection. They’d rather that than more typos and broken dreams.

(Bonus Pro-Tip: Ao3’s paragraph double-spacing is weird, but dont go through and delete the extra space, its become a standard for the website and it looks weird if you change it. Just make peace with it.)

Oh and btw, if you use italics, copy and paste in your story under Rich Text, not HTML.

If you want more help, click “my writing tips” in the tags to see all my previous smartassery

[chaosherald]

Rook Appreciation Week

Day 6 - Thorne

A Misadventure Mystery Serial in Which The End is in Sight (Part 6 of 7)

(Thank you @rookappreciationweek for hosting!)

(Previously or Parts 1, 2, 3, 4)

Something was screaming inside Rook Thorne’s head. 

Or singing. Calling, enticing, horrifying, and abhorrent and it was definitely sound, but trying to define it with mere words was proving problematic.

She wasn't actually a warden, but this reminded her an awful lot of how she had heard others describe the song of the blight.

Whatever it was almost drowned out the sound of the Ogre closing in on her.

“Rook!” (“Rook!”)

Her name, yelled almost in tandem by two voices, jostling her back to awareness as she rolled out of the Ogre's reach and stumbled back onto her feet. A moment later Davrin darted between her and the Ogre, swiping aggressively at the darkspawn.

Rook pulled at the Fade energies around them, raining destruction on the giant darkspawn while Davrin ducked behind his shield.

(“Rook!”)

Rook startled, almost losing control of her spell.  That wasn’t Davrin. It sounded like - 

The Ogre fell with a crash, sending a wave of wind and dust over them, almost knocking Rook off her feet. Then Davrin was in front of her, looking her over. “That is not the first time I’ve had to shield myself from that spell. Why are you here, Rook? You’re not a warden.”

Rook smiled. “No, but we’re in the Fade - “

Davrin groaned.

“ - and the spell you're caught in is trying to make me fit in. Though I think I am hearing the blight.”

“The Fade is full of lies, Rook. You aren’t hearing the blight. We should get back into the Fortress before more darkspawn show up. It's not safe here.”

Rook focused and jumped them into Weisshaupt. The storage room with the eluvian. She wasn’t looking for any interruptions from spirits playing the part of other wardens of invading darkspawn.  Davrin didn’t look amused.

“Have I mentioned how much I hate the Fade?”

(“Rook!”)

Frowning, Rook messaged the sides of her head. “Davrin, does the blight commonly call one by name?”

“Again, you aren't hearing the blight. Just whatever this place wants you to hear.”

“It's not that simple. Look, I think I can use the eluvian to send you to the others. The necromancer who trapped us here is still out there, somewhere. But I think I need to keep going.”

“Where?”

“Towards the voice. The maybe-not blight.”

“No. Whatever it is, you need to fight it Rook.” 

(“Rook!”) Yes, no doubt. Rook recognized that voice. Intertwined with the sense of power and blight and energy - that was Harding.

“No. I think I need to follow it. I’ll be right behind you.” 

It wasn’t hard to use the eluvian as a gateway to connect with her friends. She could see them on the ship’s deck, seemingly safe. Trusting Davrin to join them, she reached for the last tether, the one that sang like the blight, and leapt away.

It was time to find Harding, figure out what was going on, and go home.

To Be Concluded!

[coraniaid]

Reverse Unpopular Opinion: Amy Madison

[Reverse unpopular opinion meme.]

This is an interesting one because I think there’s a solid argument to be made that the character of “Amy Madison” does not, in fact, actually exist on the show Buffy the Vampire Slayer.

By which I mean … look, okay, yes, obviously, there is a character in an early Season 1 episode called Amy Madison, played by Elizabeth Anne Allen.  And there’s a character with the same name in a Season 2 episode, and [in an admittedly weird coincidence] she’s also played by Elizabeth Anne Allen.  And there’s one in Season 3, and a one in a few episodes of Season 6, and one in an episode of Season 7, and all of them are played by the same actor.

But … I mean, come on.  There’s no way these can all be the same character, right?  They don’t have the same basic back story or the same relationship to magic or to Willow; they certainly don’t have anything resembling a definite personality or set of motivations or a consistent character arc.  No, surely what’s going on here is that there are several different “Amy Madisons” in Sunnydale – just like there are several different characters called Anne or Nancy on the show – and in a bizarre in-joke the writers simply decided to cast the same woman to play all of them.

Now, ordinarily, simply being written inconsistently over a handful of episodes and not having anything resembling the same personality from week to week would be no obstacle to having a few die-hard fans.  But – as far as I can tell, anyway? – there’s no “fandom Amy” either.  She never really gets mentioned when people want to talk about how all the Scooby Gang had awful mothers [even though Amy actually did, explicitly and inarguably, have a very, very awful and openly abusive mother!].  There’s very little in the way of Amy/Willow shipping going on here or on AO3 [even though witchcraft is heavily coded as a metaphor for being a lesbian and Amy, one of the first witches we meet on the show, is repeatedly linked to Willow throughout the show’s run].  There are no adorable drawings of Amy as a rat staring out of her cage at Willow and Tara (or if there are, they aren’t getting as many notes as they should be getting).  

No, it looks like most people who are still watching and talking about the show twenty-five years later have about as much interest in poor Amy Madison as the writers did.  She’s a plot device.  A punchline.  A cipher.  A blank slate.  She’s whatever the plot requires her to be to further the stories of the actual characters on the show, and she’ll never ever be anything else.  Which is a little sad, if you think about it.  I think Amy – or, well, most of the different Amys: The Killer In Me’s smirking evil-for-evil’s-sake Amy I’m not so sure about – deserved better.

[As I write this the thought occurs to me, belatedly, that I might be one of Amy Madison’s biggest fans.  Pretty grim news for her if so.]

OK. Enough stalling.  Five positive things about Amy Madison [with, as ever, the usual caveat about the comics, which I’ve still not read anything about and still don’t exist].

Witch, Amy’s debut appearance, is a solid episode!  One of that season’s best, I think (though not, of course, one of its very best).  And I think the duo of Elizabeth Anne Allen's Amy Madison (and Robin Riker as her mom Catherine) is a big part of why that episode works: no, they haven’t got a huge amount to work with, but I think they both do a pretty good job switching between evil witch Catherine and innocent victim Amy.  Catherine’s bodyswap spell foreshadows (albeit unintentionally) the bodyswap artifact that the Mayor gifts Faith in This Year’s Girl / Who Are You? and I’ll always have a soft sport for it because of that.  And I really like that the episode ends with Amy alive and hanging out with Buffy in a way that suggests that they are going to stay friends, even if we don’t see any evidence on screen that that happened.

Sarcasm aside, I’m really glad the writers brought Amy back in the second season.  To me, part of the appeal of the high school years are the recurring minor characters – I talked about Principal Snyder before, but also Jonathan and Devon and Percy and Harmony and … yes, Amy too.  The show obviously doesn’t care about her very much, and you have to do a lot of mental gymnastics to fill in the missing pieces of her story and make her arc make sense (why is she starting to do magic in Season 2?  When does she start hanging out with Willow?), but … well, I do care and I have done those gymnastics.  At least Amy didn’t end up like Marcie Ross or Buffy’s old flame Owen or any of those poor kids who must remember eating Principal Flutie. 

I’ve been reading a few old interviews Elizabeth Anne Allen gave recently (here and here, for example) which I think have some pretty interesting insights into how the character of Amy developed.  Had you ever heard there were persistent rumors at one point that Amy was going to be one of the starting regulars on Angel?  It’s mind-boggling to think about a world where that happened.  Allen seems to have put a huge amount of thought into her character, too, at least for her first few appearances, which … uh, I guess makes me feel a bit shitty about those opening paragraphs. [Not enough to delete them though…]  Also in one of the linked interviews she says that she “hopes she won’t be a rat much longer” – and that’s an interview she gave before the Season 3 finale had even made it to air, which made me pretty sad to read.  Forget appearing on Angel, imagine if Amy had been de-ratted in Season 4.  Imagine if Superstar was about Amy instead of Jonathan.

There is a second or two in Season 6’s Smashed – no more than that – when Buffy and Amy are catching up again (“How have you been?”  “Rat.  You?”  “Dead.”  “Oh.”) and you can, if you’re quick, delude yourself into thinking that the show is going to do something interesting with the obvious parallel it’s just set up. Willow has now not only brought Buffy back into the regular human world [and left her struggling to live and find meaning as a college drop out with a dead mother and an absent father last seen on screen about five years ago], she’s also brought Amy back into the regular human world [and left her struggling to live and find meaning as a de facto high school drop out with a presumed-dead mother and a presumably-now-absent father last mentioned about five years ago].  Surely this must be deliberate?  Well, no: the show doesn’t do anything with this idea ever again, because Marti Noxon had very different [worse] ideas for Amy’s character this season, but if you pretend it might be about do something like that it’s a pretty exciting couple of seconds.

The fact that “Amy Madison” exists as a (technically!) canon character means that I can write (or daydream about writing) fanfiction in which Willow has a friend in high school who is also a practising witch. One with a vague but miserable home life, who is secretly in love with Willow but too afraid to admit it (and so she keeps professing to be interested in men who she can’t possibly ever expect to date, either because they’re unpleasantly vile toward women or openly gay or both). And I can do that while, just about, pretending that I have not created the most embarrasingly psychologically revealing OC you ever heard about in your life.  Thanks Amy!

[kelliealtogether]

I'm hoping to have one last fic typed up, edited, and posted by the end of 2024, but as the year is winding down, I figured I'd post a wrap-up of the works I've completed this year. So here they are, from longest to shortest. 😌

In Comes the Tide - 45k - Rated T

Performing a simple, polite gesture should not result in a marriage, but—Adam Parrish learned—this did not apply to selkies. The summer before his senior year at Harvard, Adam returns to the same small coastal town where he's spent the past two summers. Bussing tables isn't what he wants to do with his life, but the dockside seafood shack where he works is popular, and the tips the employees split pad his bank account enough to afford a more leisurely fall when he gets back to Cambridge. Little does Adam know he's in for a very surprising summer when a selkie shows up at The Sea Shanty and Adam saves his coat...

While There's Breath in My Body - 11k - Rated E

Adam Parrish had lived in Port Royal for twenty years. He’d been around ships for almost two thirds of his life. In all that time, only one ship ever raised the hair on his arms each time it came to port, and it was not the ship itself, but the man who stood at its helm. A skirmish could put a ship’s fate in someone else’s hands. A storm or a cannon ball could put it at the bottom of the sea. A rampant illness could leave it crewless and adrift, waiting for the next enterprising group of sailors to come on board. But a particular flag, a particular captain… Those raised Adam’s hair far more than any combination of masts, sails, and anchors ever would.

A Pirate AU

Hello, I'm in Delaware - 7k - Rated G

Has anyone ever told you that you look like a fed?” “I am a fed.” “And it’s disgusting how much you don’t hide it.” Adam Parrish travels the country covering up sightings of dreamt cryptids. When he gets called to Delaware to investigate a creature caught on home security footage, he asks for some help from a dreamer. His fiancé, Ronan Lynch.

The Magician Entertainment - 5k - Rated G

When Adam Parrish reveals he knows sleight of hand at a company team building event, he doesn't realize how big of a mistake he's made until one of his colleagues corners him a few days later in the office kitchen. The entertainment Declan Lynch hired for his daughter's birthday party bailed, and Declan has ideas about who can fill that void: Adam. Adam agrees — simply because Declan offers him the easiest $500 Adam will ever earn — though Adam's not happy about it. It's only when he arrives at the party that he realizes he might be able to perform some actual magic. With Declan's younger brother, Ronan.

Just Coffee - 4k - Rated G

The new barista at Fox Way Cafe was hot as shit. Or Ronan Lynch hoped he was new. That was the only reasonable excuse why the barista sucked at barista-ing and seemed to provide the fucking worst customer service known to man. The way the guy’s thin smile faltered when he asked someone how he could help them said he’d rather throw himself into an active volcano — or possibly a tiny metal pitcher of freshly steamed milk, given the setting — than take another order for a nonfat pumpkin spice peppermint patty latte with almond milk or whatever, but damn, Ronan would stand in line all day if it meant watching the new guy epically fail at providing a good customer experience. Ronan Lynch doesn't mean to become a regular at Fox Way Cafe, but when he sees the cafe's newest employee for the first time, he decides to keep going back again, and again, and again. At least until the new barista learns how to spell his name...

Rock Beats Scissors - 2k - Rated M

Really, if they wanted to keep things fair and equitable, they could have found some impartial way to make the decision. Flipping a coin. Drawing straws. Rolling a die. But being distractingly hard didn’t always allow for rational thinking, and for two eighteen-year-old boys who appreciated the more physical aspects of life, neither of them would have been willing to hit the pause button to scramble out of bed and find a quarter or an old board game. They just kept going until someone gave in, and no matter who put what where, they both ended up exceedingly happy with the results. Which worked. Until the first time neither of them wanted to give in. When Adam and Ronan can't agree on who's going to top, they solve their problem the old fashioned way: rock paper scissors.

The Singular Formula - 2k - Rated G

It was because he spent his nights on Adam’s floor awake that Ronan heard Adam talk in his sleep in the first place, and though he might not have remembered when he first heard Adam sleep talking, Ronan would never forget what Adam said. Seal off the wall. Don’t let the submarines in. When Ronan starts sleeping over at Adam's tiny apartment above St. Agnes, he learns something about Adam he hadn't known before: Adam talks in his sleep.

Safe Bet - 1k - Rated G

The guy tilted his head slightly as if to say fair, and he lifted a long, lovely hand to push a lock of dusty hair back off his forehead as he looked at Ronan. “I might be, but I hope not.” One corner of his thin lips twitched, then he said, “Because I have a proposition.” Ronan stared. Blinked. He had not anticipated his evening taking this kind of turn when he’d needed to get out of his older brother’s apartment. Ronan loved his brothers Declan and Matthew — who he’d come to stay with while he tried to make his life less directionless — but sometimes three Lynches under one roof was too much. Evenly, he said, “A proposition.” When Ronan Lynch is approached by a hot stranger at a bar, the last thing he expects is that he'll be drawn into the guy's scheme to win a bet against his coworkers.

I've got tons of pots simmering on my stove going into 2025, so here's to another year of writing about these two idiot assholes falling in love over and over again. 🥰

[6rookie-writer0110]

Glass Dawn

Male Reader x Danielle Rose Russell

Request: Can you do a male reader x Danielle Rose Russell. R met her on Legacies and was Hope’s love interest as time goes on they catch feeling for each other

You hate being sick and you are feeling weak. You just coughed too hard and you had to miss work. Someone is knocking on the door and you go to open it.

“Danielle, what are you doing here?” You asked.

“I wanted to bring homemade soup and medicine for you” Danielle smiled.

You couldn't help to smile. You let her inside your apartment and she followed you to the kitchen. She takes out the stuff from the bag and you keep your distance from her.

You and Danielle met on the show called Legacies. You play her boyfriend on the show And many fans ship your character Zeke with Hope. When you first saw her, you developed a crush on her. You started to get to know her and your feelings became strong for her.

“You didn't have to come over,” You said.

“What you are not happy to see me?” Danielle smiled.

“I-I didn't mean it like that. I'm always happy to see you but I'm sick” You said.

“I’m always happy to see you too, Y/n. The soup will help and I thought we could run our lines together” Danielle said.

“Thank you for the soup” You smiled.

You love her smile and she pours the soup into a bowl. You start to eat the soup and she truly does like spending time with you. She makes sure you eat the soup and she starts to read her lines. You went to grab your script from the bedroom then went back to the kitchen. You and Danielle start to run lines while you eat your soup, but you still keep your distance.

“I think you said that word wrong,” You said.

“No, I said it correctly,” Danielle said.

“I don't think so,” You said.

“You are wrong and eat your soup,” Danielle said.

“Whatever,” You said.

After a while of running lines together. You and Danielle start to talk about something else. She shares her chocolate candy with you. She throws it at you and you caught with your mouth, she is speechless because she thought you would miss it.

———

You finally got better and you are happy about it. You went to work early and Jenny is happy to see you. You and Jenny had to go to the makeup trailer but after a while, you and Jenny fell asleep in the makeup chair. Danielle arrived at the makeup trailer and she noticed you sleeping. She takes out her phone, stands next to you, and takes a selfie. She posted the pictures online and many fans started to like the pictures.

You found out about he pictures and you wrote a comment. But now, you have to film your scenes with the cast. Danielle has to do a magic spell while Kaylee and Jenny argue and you watch them argue. Danielle is struggling to open a jar and you are trying not to laugh.

“It’s not funny, Y/n” Danielle mumbled.

“Sorry, but I forgot my lines” You giggled.

“Then you open it,” Danielle said.

She gave you the jar and you opened it. You gave it back but you accidentally dropped it. Kaylee and Jenny started to laugh and Danielle playfully smacked your chest.

“You broke it, that wasn't in the script” Danielle giggled.

“Shut up, Danielle” You smiled.

Everyone had to the scene from the beginning. In the next scene, you had to fight monsters and you didn't mess up your lines. The stunt double actor has swords close to your neck…

“Hope! The magic! Use it now!” You yelled.

“I-I… Y/n, I'm busy right now!” Hope yelled.

You start to laugh and the actor helps you stand up. Danielle started to laugh

“Wrong name” You smiled.

“I forgot my lines” Danielle laughed.

For the last scene, you and Danielle had to film a romantic scene. You are standing close to her and you are holding her hands. She stares into your eyes and she moves closer and you put your arms around her waist.

“You mean so much to me that I can't lose you. I want you to stay in my life forever and you always make me smile and make me feel safe. I don't care where you are, if you need I will be there” Danielle said.

What she said, you know that wasn't in the script. But the director didn't yell cut now you have to say something.

“I feel the same way. I care so much about you and I will be there for you whenever you need me. I like everything about you and I wouldn't change anything” You said.

You and Danielle stared into each other’s eyes, then you kissed her on the lips. The kiss is passionate and her heart starts to race fast. She starts to kiss you back now the director yelled cut. He liked the moment that he wouldn't want to change anything. You didn't say anything about the kiss and she touches her lips.

You avoided Danielle because you didn't know what to say about the kiss. But you noticed she was talking to Kaylee, but you went to grab something to drink.

“I really like him a lot,” Danielle said.

“Tell him. You and Y/n, always spending time together it's about time you tell him” Kaylee said.

“Do you think, he feels the same way?” Danielle asked.

“Yes, he does. I have seen the way he looks at you. Why are you scared to tell him?” Kaylee said.

“I don't want to make things awkward if he doesn't feel the same way,” Danielle said.

“You are overthinking it. Just tell him and he will feel the same way, trust me. I think you should take a chance on him and just be happy” Kaylee said.

“I will try to tell him,” Danielle said.

“Good. After you tell him text me because I need to know” Kaylee smiled.

They continued to talk for a while.

✯ ✯ ✯ ✯

You had to go to Comic-Con with the cast. Before you leave your hotel room, Danielle went to see you.

“I was about to go to the lobby,” You said.

“Can we talk about the kiss?” Danielle asked.

“Um, sure. What you said wasn't in the script” You said.

“I know and I didn't forget my lines. It was in the moment I… Y/n…” Danielle said.

She didn't finish her sentence, she grabbed your shirt and kissed you on the lips. You start to kiss her back then she stops.

“Y/N, I like you a lot. What I said, I meant every word” Danielle said.

“I like you too” You smiled.

You start to kiss her again and you wrap your arms around her body. She starts to smile

“Do you want to be my girlfriend?” You asked.

“Yes,” Danielle smiled.

You kissed her again before you two left the room. She told Kaylee what happened and Kaylee is happy for you and Danielle.

——-

You and Danielle have to film on Valentine's Day, you two couldn't get time off. Danielle told you to meet her at her trailer. You go inside and she surprises you with a romantic lunch.

“Wow,” You smiled.

“Since we didn't get the day off for our first Valentine's Day, I thought we would have a romantic lunch,” Danielle said.

“You are the best girlfriend, Danielle. I got this for you, the other gift is at home and I forgot to bring it. But I thought we could share heart-shaped donuts together” You said.

“The donuts look so cute” Danielle smiled.

You put the donuts on the counter. She wrapped her arms around you and she started to kiss you. Then you and Danielle start to eat together and you can't stop smiling at her.

[brandileigh2003]

[#FFF255 prompt In the Heart] @flashfictionfridayofficial

CW: major character death, hospitals

Ship: remus lupin/sirius black

Words: 996

Feel free to give kudos on AO3 if you want ❤️❤️

“Sirius?” Remus croaked.

“Remus? Are really awake this time?” Sirius asked, pressing the button for the mediwitch. He glanced up at the spell displaying Remus' heart rate and grimaced. He didn't like what he saw.

“Yeah, think so. What's happening?” Remus said, attempting to sit-up but failing.

“Remus, they discovered what's wrong. There's a hole…” Sirius blinked back tears, trying to compose himself. “It's in the heart.”

He'd had nearly three weeks to try to process this. Three weeks in mungos after that horrible full moon. Moony had barely howled, the only time he’d gotten up was to sniff Padfoot and nudge him to curl up together. After the change back, Sirius thought he would lose Remus. Never get to see his beautiful eyes again, never get to hear his voice again or tell him he loves him. But he got his heart started and to the hospital, lips blue and face pale. Then he'd not fully woken up until today.

“Don't cry, cariad. Come here,” Remus said, patting the bed.

Sirius gingerly sat down and buried his face in his neck. He wasn't sure how long he cried. He knew that the mediwitch and healer both came in; he could feel the vibrations of Remus talking to them but he had no idea what was said.

Eventually, the world slowly started to come back into focus. He felt Remus playing with his hair, the gentle rise and fall of his chest, and the sound of his heart beating in his chest. The very heart that was going to take his husband from him in all likelihood within the next seven days.

“We were supposed to have more time,” Sirius said when he finally sat up.

“Sirius, my love, we've had more time than we ever imagined,” Remus said.

And while that was true, it really didn't make any of this any better. They were 63, and the average lifespan for those with lycanthropy was about 45, and that number was lower for those bitten as children. And they had made the most of their time. They discovered the horcruxes through kreature, forced Dumbledore to give over what he knew, and worked through a way to deal with the one inside of Harry. Harry had helped clear Sirius’ name and they settled in a cottage in the countryside, a room set up for Harry. They'd gotten married, traveled, worked to make wolfsbane accessible and advocated for changes in the laws associated with lycanthropy.

And this wasn't a surprise, not really. Remus was wheelchair bound, he had potions for multiple organs that just couldn't keep up with the years of transformations. Moony had grown weaker right along with Remus and it was heartbreaking to see.

Remus had given up pieces of himself, his pride and independence. They'd had fights about Remus wanting Sirius to be able to have more time to himself, instead of constantly have to take care of Remus. Sirius was happy to do it but after lots of therapy and learning to communicate and compromise, they had hired someone to come in and help with the house and with Remus’ medical care. Sirius had a hard time giving over that control, but it gave Remus peace of mind.

“Sirius? Can we go home? I don't want my last days to be here,” Remus asked later that evening. Sirius had been reading to him, something that they often did, and he dropped the book.

It felt like ice had flooded his veins and then stabbed him right in his heart. Maybe they were connected now? If Remus’ stops, so will his? He almost wished that it would, but he thought of Harry and their family, and knew that no matter how much it would hurt, he couldn't truly hope for it. Although how he would go on without the man who was his other half, he had no idea.

“Yeah, Moony. Let's wait until tomorrow okay?” Sirius knew that the healer who would be on in the morning would be kind, and give Remus whatever he might need instead of being prejudiced and sending them on their way with nothing. Sirius could get them what they needed, he would do anything for Remus, but it was easier with the hospital’s help.

Sirius didn't sleep that night, watching over Remus, and he barely did the next 6 days either. Remus was much more comfortable at home, and people were in and out visiting all of the time. Everyone knew what was happening, and they had tearful conversations of course, but they tried to keep it upbeat.

Remus got weaker but he seemed at peace. He slept more and more until the morning of the full moon, when he actually was able to get up by himself and the blueish tint from his lips, fingers and toes had disappeared. Sirius hoped so much for a miracle but it was also a known thing that could happen to those who are dying. A sudden burst of energy which unfortunately usually didn't last very long. Remus danced with Sirius to their wedding song, knowing Sirius loved to dance but Remus was horrible. After that it was late afternoon and Remus convinced Sirius that he wanted to make love. Sirius was nervous, he didn't want to do anything to stress his heart, but he also knew it was a matter of time, and he wanted to give Remus everything he could ask for.

After, they lay together until it was time to go to their safe room. Remus wasn't able to take the wolfsbane this time around and they were both a little sad about it. But it turned out it wasn't needed, because minutes before moonrise, Remus looked into his eyes and said: “I'll see you in our next lifetime okay? I love you.”

Before Sirius could respond, Remus went slack in his arms and for the first time since he was four, stayed human beneath a full moon.

[askallianything]

Heyyy!!

I'm Alli(ster J. Doe), a transfer student here at Darkwick!!!

A little about me

- I'm a second year from America (repping NJ with pride!!)

- I'm a Jabberwock ghoulie girly- it's amazing here. I love it. please donate to the safari do it for the anomalies!!!!

- My stigma is a lot like the spell "suggestion" from D&D! You ever play D&D? You should!! Anyways, it only really works on animals- anamalous and normal.

- For whatever reason, I'm immune to most poisons and venoms and all that? I think it has something to do with my pact.... I can't remember!!

- Proud octopus mother!!! Proud reptile mom too! I love my little guys <3 (and my big guys!)

- Need help with animals or the undead? I'm your gal!

- No, my piercings do not interfere with kissing or any other mouth-related activities.

-Yes, I do have piercings you can't see~~!

- Don't hesitate to send me asks! I love talking about myself~!!

- I'm a huge fan of reptiles, anomalous and normal. Don't tell me you hate snakes unless you want to get bit by one.

- If you see a green cat-sized anomalous octopus with bat wings around the campus, contact me IMMEDIATELY!!!! He is a destructive agent of chaos!!! ((he's not dangerous at all))

- My special artifact is this really cool butterfly knife! His name is Balisong Billie and you will refer to him as such!!! ⸨◺_◿⸩

- I'm very pro-anomaly!! Capture, don't kill!!

- I'm also the prettiest girl in Jabs~~!! Don't believe me? Take a looksie at these piccys!

((Rules and misc

((Double parentheses will signify I'm out of character!

((Alli is a yume OC. if you wanna learn more about her, here's her introduction post on my main, some more lore, and here's what I imagine her relationship with the other ghouls is like. Here's a recap of all the lore I've revealed about her so far!

((My main is @rottenzombrainz and I have two other OC blogs @wenyichen-mortkranken @athousandsnowfalls

((Feel free to message me if you're having a hard time finding a way for a character of yours and mine to interact! Roleplay interactions is what this account is for!

((I'm chill with ships, multiships, and suggestive/nsfw rp. Alli is a perverted nymphomaniac, but I'll gladly tone things down if you ever feel uncomfortable in an interaction with her! All you need to do is ask <3

((Alli is bisexual and ambiamorous!! Currently shes only dating @/ask-jiro-kirisaki

((MINORS DNI!! Especially with Alli being as vulgar as she is!!

((Alli is a total trainwreck when it comes to her mental state. There will be lots of references to trauma, BPD, SH, substance use, and other things of the sort. Like with the saucy stuff, let me know if you need me to tone it down in roleplay interactions!

((I've never done a roleplay account before, so bear with me!

((I'll be adding more as I go, I'm new to this all!

Tag Key

askallianything - all posts

nsft - any posts beyond a little suggestive

allilore - posts regarding Alli's lore

nadjalore - posts regarding the lore of Alli's deceased fianceé

kithylore - posts regarding the lore of Alli's pet anamalous octopus.

nadjapost - posts mentioning Nadja

kithypost - posts mentioning Kithy

analog lore - posts meant to replicate found documents

reptilepost - reptile reblogs

JirAlli - Jiro x Alli