#telepaths avoid her like the plague

[emma-goose-sheep-tooth-fairy]

Dream

Lemaine found herself in front of a mirror. Turning, she found herself surrounded by mirrors. Looking at her face, it felt...off. Like there was something wrong with it, but she couldn't place it. A voice rang out, asking a simple question, three easy words.

"Who are you?"

Without really thinking, as one does in a dream, Lemaine reached up and peeled off her face...but it wasn't her face. It was a mask. She dropped it on the floor, looking again. It still didn't look right.

Again the voice spoke. "Who are you?"

Again the mask underneath was peeled off. The process repeated, again and again and again and again, until the masks piled up to her knees, her waist, her shoulders.

"Who are you?"

There was a sudden nudge in her mind, and she woke with a start to see Milon standing by her, holding her wrists firmly.

"What..."

"You were disturbed," Milon said, releasing her wrists. "It woke me up. I looked over and saw you scratching your face. I had to wake you up before you hurt yourself. Talk to me."

[whatisthisnonsense]

"mutants are poc analogy" "mutants are queer analogy" Listen, X-Men and as such mutants as a whole should really be disability representation, and I mean representation and not analougous to it they just occassionally also get to blast ice while having furniture not built for them, struggles with keeping their mind in the present, and constantly having people casually discuss sterilizing or euthanizing them and being considered either dangerous or simply incapable of understanding when they get mad about this. But nobody is ready for this conversation.

[sw33tsuccubus]

when reader is a child of Poseidon

Being a child:

people at camp are either afraid of you or love you. there’s no in between.

percy was avoided like the plague and then slowly became popular sooo

there are multiple aspects to Poseidon’s domain. “Earthshaker, Stormbringer, Father of Horses. Sea God.” there are different powers you could inherit from him.

you could be in control of water, like percy. you could make toilets explode and bend a river to do your bidding. you could make yourself swim extra fast and you could talk to sea creatures.

you could control storms. you could control the wind during a storm, you could create hurricanes, you could create thunderstorms. Zeus would hate you, but who cares?

you could control the earth, causing earthquakes with sheer willpower. when you stomp, the earth rumbles a bit. you could crack the surface of the earth if you focused.

no matter what powers you inherit, you’re always able to breathe underwater and talk to horses. those are the main traits of your fathers children.

you have a smell of sea that just clings to you. you also heal when in water. your father is quite powerful.

Relations:

your father does his best to keep a decent relationship with you. he answers as many prayers as he needs to. he wouldn’t choose favorites between you and percy.

speaking of percy

you two bully each other about your habits. you make fun of his blue food, he’ll find something to poke fun at.

you two have an ongoing prank war. you once dyed his hair pink. he once put shaving cream in your shoes. it’s awful. sometimes you team up together to prank the Stoll brothers.

when you two team up during games, everyone’s scared. first off, you two are some of the strongest demigods at camp. second, you work so well together, almost like you speak telepathically.

tyson loves you. he finds out he not only has percy, but now you too!

he crafts you something, like he made percy his shield. it’ll be engraved with something related to you. maybe one of your favorite greek heroes, or what you look like during training. it looks neat.

the three of you all hang out with Mrs. O’Leary and it’s so fun. percy plays fetch with her and you chat with tyson while watching everything with a smile. the three of you team up against the hellhound to play tug of war and you always end up bruised and scraped. but it’s so fun!

Annabeth comes up with a name, like she has seaweed brain for percy. maybe kelp head or rain cloud or something related to your abilities.

Grover will hang out with you whenever. he’s usually busy with counsel duties, but he’ll make time for you. he likes walking through the woods with you and chatting about nature.

percy shows up wherever you live for your birthday if it isn’t during the summer. Sally is often behind him, bringing in a gift and giving you a nice hug. percy will pick you up and say something along the lines of ‘My baby sibling is growing up!’

the gift is normally blue candies or a pretty seashell. it’s very sweet.

Sally and your parent will talk about whatever while you and percy talk about what’s been going on at school while playing a video game on the television or playing some random board game.

if your birthday is during the summer, percy insists you hang out at the beach and have a picnic with Annabeth and Grover and any of your friends.

percy gets a blue cake from the pavilion and carries it to the lake where they all sing you happy birthday. some Hermes kid got their hands on candles so you could make a wish.

as new eras begin, percy grows more protective over you. he can’t lose anyone else.

you become friends with will while you’re left at camp while your brother takes off all the time. #1 best friends. some may call it a bromance

he makes sure you don’t do stupid stuff while also having fun with you. you go walking in the woods and he’s making sure you don’t scramble up a tree while also chasing you around.

you watch sunsets together and have little makeovers. you style each others hair (it’s really funny sometimes) and paint each others nails. you go to the archery range together, no matter how bad you are at it. you comfort him after a shift at the infirmary, and he’s there for you after you’re strained from your abilities.

you become a popular person at camp, but this time it’s not because you’re scary. it’s because you’re older and people realize you’re gonna look out for them all.

and also you’re the half sibling of Percy freaking Jackson, but whatever.

[sapphicseasapphire]

Thoughts to ponder.

Tears of the Kingdom spoilers (and lots of rambles) under the cut

When I started the Chain as Cryptids au, I didn’t really think I’d be able to work Tears of the Kingdom in, seeing how much I had changed Wild’s story. He’s a spirit with no memory of the Hylian he once was. He’s a force to be reckoned with but can be easily spooked- much like a wild animal. He avoids Flora like the plague since she’s his connection to the life he used to have. The life that isn’t his anymore.

But then… I had an idea. Flora would be desperate to find her Link again after discovering that he’s still alive (or… not really alive. Not quite a Poe but not quite a Hylian either). Regardless, after the events of Breath of the Wild, she’d start a search party and scour every corner of Hyrule to find him.

She never would. When spirits don’t want to be seen, they aren’t. But… this whole time, I imagined that Korok Forest acted as a sort of home base for Wild. Wild cannot speak verbally but can communicate telepathically with other spirits and spiritual beings. The Koroks and Blupees would be like siblings to him, the Deku Tree being like a parental figure since he basically started life over when he died. (Two Links raised by the Great Deku Tree. He and Time can bond over that later).

ANYWAY. Wild used the Master Sword for about half of the events of Breath of the Wild. But when it would need to recharge, he’d place it back in the pedestal in Korok Forest where it could become stronger under the watchful gaze of the Great Deku Tree. Then he’d be off, never staying in one place for too long, wandering the sandy shores of Necluda or the lava banks of Eldin.

This pattern would stay in place for years after the defeat of Calamity Ganon: Wild stopping at Korok Forest to reunite with his family and let the Master Sword heal and then disappearing into the wilds once more. And over the years, Flora’s search party would shrink until it was just her scouring the continent for her missing knight. Okay, yeah, maybe she’s a little desperate, but she can’t bear the thought of him alone out there. Not when he died because of her. Not when he’s all she has left.

And… when the Master Sword is recharging, that’s when Flora would finally take her search to Korok Forest. She finds the sacred blade but her knight is nowhere to be seen. The Deku Tree allows her to take it, urging her onward, warning her that eventually, she’ll have to use it. She heeds his wisdom, pulling the sword from her resting place and securing it on her back. Then she begins her search anew.

She doesn’t find him.

She trains with the Master Sword while she travels Hyrule. She starts to rebuild. She gets to know her people. And from the cover of countless trees and stone, a certain spirit watches her and his sword.

During her travels, Flora encounters a strange red-black mist that makes her people ill. They call it ‘gloom.’ And, what’s worse, it seems to pour out from under Hyrule Castle. The castle has laid untouched for years now, ever since the Calamity was sealed away and she set out on her search. But now, it would seem that she’s needed once more at the site of her greatest battle. The subject of her nightmares. The place where she los the last piece of her home.

Without her knight at her side, she makes her way to the forgotten foundation of her old life. She’s alone when she travels through the caverns, alone when she follows the melancholy most past murals and carvings that she itches to explore. Flora is alone when the Master Sword glows in warning. Alone when she battles monsters waiting for her in the depths.

The princess is all alone when she discovers a mysterious mummy being held in place by a single glowing arm. She watches as the appendage falls away, a stone falling to the rocky ground with an unassuming click. As she reaches to pick it up, the corpse reanimates. It stands tall, more alert and aware than any Gibdo she’s seen on her journey, and fixes her with a stare that she’d crumble under. She drops her torch and draws the Master Sword, holding the unfamiliar yet warm stone to her chest, and the mummy laughs at her.

It knows her name.

And it attacks.

Flora is alone when the gloom ravages her arm. She’s alone when the Master Sword is the first to crumble under that pressure. She’s alone when the very ground beneath her gives in to that same pressure.

She’s alone when she falls, pain lacing through her arm and golden light enveloping her.

But Flora is not alone when she wakes.

For the purposes of this au, Flora’s time in the past is going to be very similar to canon. She still meets Rauru and Sonia. Still meets Mineru and the Sages and Ganondorf. She still trains to control her secret stone. However, Rauru fixes her arm almost as soon as she arrives in this strange world. He doesn’t give her his, not like he does for Link in TOTK, since he needs it to seal Ganondorf away. But he and Mineru work together to combine construct parts and their own light and spirit magic to make her new muscles and machinery to aid in moving her own ruined arm.

The Imprisoning War is the same.

Sonia dies. Rauru sacrifices himself. And she still has no idea how to get home. How to heal the Master Sword and destroy Ganondorf in her own time. She still speaks with Mineru… and she comes to the same conclusion that she did in canon. This time, though, she’s taking much more of a risk. She can survive the centuries as a dragon, she can heal the sword. But she can’t be sure that her Link will be there to take it and finish things. She hasn’t even seen him in years.

… she doesn’t have a choice.

From Wild’s perspective, it happened in moments. He blinked and suddenly there were islands floating in his skies. Hyrule Castle floats ominously, red plumes of gloom branching out from underneath. Massive sinkholes give way to more of the poison, seeming to drop forever. His forests are ravaged once again, the climate in corners of the continent changing drastically.

And the princess he’d been following is gone.

While trying to get a grasp of what changed so suddenly, he figures out a way up to the Sky Islands. And to his surprise, he discovers a new dragon.

Now, Wild is familiar with all of the dragons in Hyrule. Farosh, Naydra, and Dinraal are just on the threshold of Spirit and Mortal, but they definitely qualify as spiritual beings. Meaning that Wild can speak telepathically to them. Their thoughts are always muddy and jumbled up, so he never gets much out of conversing with them. But he can tell that they enjoy his presence. So he rides with them in the skies of Hyrule for hours at a time.

This new dragon is smaller than the three he knows and flies much higher. Its ears are shorter, hair golden, eyes stunning. Instead of six legs, this one only has five. A scarred stump at its front and a glowing object on- no in- its poor head. Wild makes his way over as fast as he can, desperate to learn more about the beast.

The new dragon’s thoughts are just as jumbled up as he’s used to but he’s caught off guard by how miserable it feels. No. She. How miserable she feels. Wild places a glowing hand on her snout and tries to calm her, but it’s no use. Her thoughts may be chaotic and disorganized, but he senses her distress. She wants- sword. Knight. Link Link Link. You must find me, you have to save them all!

Wild takes the Master Sword from where it was buried in the dragon’s golden mane and is nearly thrown off by her shock at the action. But when his sword is once again in his capable hands, he feels an overwhelming gratitude from the dragon. It’s gone as soon as it came, replaced again by misery. Dread. Grief.

During the events of Breath of the Wild, Wild did not fight to save Zelda. He did not fight to save Hyrule. He fought for the land. For his fellow spirits that were being destroyed by malice. For the forests that were burned down by guardians. For the water that was poisoned by monsters. He defeated Calamity Ganon for his family.

He fights Ganondorf for the same reason. Except… maybe this time, he’s extra motivated by that strange new dragon. She seemed… so sad…

THIS IS GETTING WAY TOO LONG. But suffice to say that after the events of Tears of the Kingdom, Flora does not 100% recover from being a dragon. She keeps her telepathic connection to Wild and her immortality. She keeps her horns and scales and SHE gets the Master Sword. She’s a Cryptid as well, and she’s closer to Wild than she ever was.

. . .

Uhhhhh that was super long I apologize. But rambling like this is so much easier than trying to be coherent and careful when I write. I might to it more often if you think it’s legible haha. Feel free to ask questions haha, I love any excuse to talk about my Cryptid boys and their relationships with people in their worlds.

Wild’s Origin!

[quicksilvrxx]

Hi friend! Idk if you still want to do this or not but I would LOVE age regressor content for Erik Lehnsherr from X-Men (like, him as the regressor) and/or age regressor Charles Xavier

No pressure but just wanted to ask bc I saw your post!

Hullo hullo, now, I have barely any thoughts in regards to regressor Erik and Charles but I shall try and suffice!

Headcanon: Little! Erik is often nonverbal and can commonly be found hiding behind Charles.

Erik knew he regressed, after what he had been through it was obvious his mind decided to revert him mentally to an age filled with love, care, and safety. However, he was never able to indulge in his headspace due to his constant movement of hunting down the scientists who hurt him and millions of others. That was until he met Charles Xavier, the first ever mutant he encountered and learnt he wasn't the only one with a mutation. It was the first time he had felt love, care, and safety, all positive triggers to his regressions.

The first time he regressed with Charles, he remained silent, following the man around without much purpose other than to stay with him for protection. It didn't matter what the telepath was working on, he persisted in staying by his side, staying silent through the questioning and concerned looks directed his way by Charles.

"Erik? Are you quite alright?" Were the first words spoken by Charles when he regressed for the first time in his presence. Erik always remembered his first encounters with people, always preferring Charles' compared to others. Despite his lack of words and sudden clingy nature, Charles chalked it up to a particularly bad day where memories plagued the metal-bender's mind and the man wanted nothing more than comfort. "I see.. well, stay as you would like, I don't mind the company."

And then, it happened several times after that, with Erik finding Charles and clinging to his side despite the weird looks from the other members of the mansion. Charles had grown used to the behaviour, continuing with whatever activities he was doing, whether it was a light bit of reading, a particularly challenging puzzle, or simply working on paper-work for a reason Erik still doesn't quite grasp. "Hm... imagine you want to tell someone how many books you've listened to me read you, so you write it all down. Well, that's what I'm doing except with more boring things like a house and car. We use special papers to keep track of things so nobody forgets and everyone knows what's happening. Oh, you still don't understand, do you?"

Once Erik accidentally knocked over a vase and Raven had teased him that Charles wouldn't be happy with him and he would no longer be Charles' favourite anymore. He had held back tears as he listened to her words, unable to differentiate the difference between a joke and seriousness. He had gone and hid himself somewhere in the mansion, somewhere Charles wouldn't normally look as to avoid a scolding. It didn't matter though, Charles found him and frowned until he learnt that Raven had teased him about the broken vase. Erik would never admit it but he had leapt into Charles' arms when the telepath had confirmed he was still his favourite.

[ranskahovsworld]

Still avoiding the others like the plague, I keep having dreams, I see a red crystal, a necklace, and I'm still seeing this Madelyn person. Her telepathic signature is strange, familiar almost.

Like a warm motherly hug, or the feeling of warm sun rays casting over your body, I've been drawing her a lot more too...

I know her... I think.

[fangsforhire]

LUCIFER.

A mere whisper in the wind. An entity said to be inherently evil. To be ensnared by Satan was to be beyond corrupted. For he seduced even the most innocent souls prompting them to sin. Then again what was considered immoral? Didn’t good exist because evil did? The world wasn’t black and white, it was encompassed by grey. ( Nature required a balance; to even the playing field. No one was born sinister, time and trauma stripped you down to flesh and bone and devoured your virtues. ) Every creature had a tipping point, a peripheral moment when the scale could tilt and they could change. Everything had the potential to be become a monster. Lucien knew better than anyone that darkness lingered deep within even those considered holy and pure.

So what stuck up arse had created the bible? Didn’t religion exist as a form of control? So parents could tell their children to stay in line and not commit crime? It was amusing really. ( He’d never imagined he would be forced to analyse such blasphemy. ) Yet there he was, advanced eyes darting across its ancient pages, taking a deep drag on the cigarette between his lips. Inhaling, exhaling. The nicotine helping to curb his cravings; for they were vast and many outside the open car window. Humanity going about their day, taunting the predator underneath his skin.

Fingers itched to rip out the pages, to rewrite the contradictions he was unravelling for the - how many times had it been now? ( How many times had he subjected himself to this purgatory? ) Tongue lashed his upper lip in frustration, smoke billowing as he stubbed out the cigarette and allowed the world to fall away, concentration re-established. Dusk fell and finally, the book was shoved onto the passenger’s seat, hands running down his face; mind burning with repressed memories; shoving against the telepathic mental barricade. HYDRA having done their number on him; amongst others, and yet, he had never forgotten that name.

SAMAEL.

The label of the fallen. How it had plagued him, causing thrashing muscle to tangle in sheets, haunting him while heavy within slumber. It didn’t make sense; not all the pieces fit together smoothly, they were jagged and sharp and left him unfulfilled. Demonic confession having taken some time to digest and by then - back in his own world - it had been too late. ( Not that there was much difference between them. Humanity ruled the roost, the superior species and the rest of the things that went bump in the night, stalked the shadows. ) It irked him, his hatred of them undeniable and yet, he also endured the fact, forging ephemeral connections with a select few who took his fancy, travelling throughout the centuries, intertwined by mortals. It was inevitable really. He had naively assumed upon a time, he could avoid them. That emotions were impotent. Yet since then, he had learned better, accepting they existed and there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it. Not to mention how exhilarating it was to play with them. ( To flirt and watch their cheeks flush. To share stolen glances, their limbs parting. The soft pulse thudding into a vein, increasing as their adrenaline took over. ) They gave themselves away so easily, enthralled by his presence. Drawn in like a moth to a flame. Even now, he could see one across the street, a petite female, her thoughts deafening. ‘No don’t look, no don’t look - he’s young enough to be your-’ He smirked watching as she stumbled across the sidewalk, far from his type and yet he was smug all the same. Allowing her voice to fade to the back of his mind; searching across the city for what he was looking for. ( The crowd gathering outside LUX; smelling of passable cologne. ) Only now did he falter, hesitating within the confines of his car; shoving standard firearm into the glove box and snatch the bible back up. The journey there was effortless, vehicle locked with a flick of his wrist, smart shoes echoing softly.

No. What was causing his stomach to churn was the fact he knew; the possibility of rejection was always a breath away. Yet now he had convinced himself to get it over with; time seemed to have stood still. ( Alas, it took an age to reach his turn. ) Pupils dilating a fraction; calling upon his energy as his irises shimmered, the blue pools much lighter; convincing the bouncer to not even question his presence and forget about it the moment he was out of sight before stepping into the night club, its atmosphere familiar and appeasing him in a way few things could. The stench of alcohol tangible, beckoning him towards the bar like an old friend.

After setting the damned book down and snapping to the desired page; he leaned across the polished surface to order. Yet Samael was written in bold ink on the propped up pages, standing out like a sore thumb towards the room. Followed by a scribbled sentence in Enochian.

‘Is there somewhere private we can talk?’

With the stage set, he waited. Praying his predictions were accurate and the Devil would resist making a scene in public.

After all - he wouldn’t only end up exposing himself now, would he?

[nachtsoklein]

& the book goes from held, to balanced on his knee, to closed, to set aside entirely. oh to be ( or borrow ) a telepath, to be capable of crawling into that headspace so that he may find what's plaguing talia directly & beat it down so that it not pervade her mind so. but words & his presence are all he has here, as so often is the case. he hopes they may be enough.

❛ ah ... there have been an unfortunate amount of times where i've found myself seeking out every manner of busy - work to do the very same. i'm afraid the practice has a short shelf - life, &, ironically, in trying to move forward only holds you back even more. ❜

he hadn't realized just how much his own mind had been running from what had happened in winzeldorf until months into his stay with the x - men, when he was dragged into a personalized hellscape, his own inferno, kurt's sin & promise brought to the forefront of his mind, &, through their intervention, to the eyes of friends & allies. not the typical way one grapples with their immortal soul on their twenty - first birthday even in america, he's sure. but though his mind was heavy in the immediate after, he remembers such a ... lightness, spread from where margali had pressed her lips to the crown of his head. it was absolution, & it truly felt like as much.

his entire being felt like wet cement during the spread of terrigen mists, trying to protect fellow mutants in his home country with the unimaginable weight in his chest of what he saw in that damp - with - not - mud forest ( a pit with bodies upon bodies upon bodies both old & young & oh dear god so many young so many who couldn't have manifested their mutation earlier than five years ago more than a few who barely looked to be teens at all whose mutation must have carried a factor visible from birth so many lights snuffed out in fear & rage & false righteousness & their lives & disappearances unremarked until far too late just one part of one forest near one town oh god oh god oh god — ) . the more he tried to work, to not dwell, the more the memory dug itself into the space his soul had once occupied, until it broke his mind. his friends found a very lost man in that underground laboratory.

& so much in the between. so much in the after. so much surely yet to come. a steadier - than - he - suddenly - feels exhale ghosts over tj's head as kurt's thumb strokes over the arm under his hold — as equally to soothe her as to ground himself. ❛ the soul & the body remember what the mind doesn't think about, & none of the three can heal until the thing avoided is confronted & made peace with. it doesn't need to be accepted, necessarily, but it needs to be acknowledged. contrary to popular belief, we are all what has happened to us — the good, the awful, the terrific, the awkward, the unthinkable ... we cannot simply turn away from it, only learn to coexist with it, even in it's most obtrusive times. ❜

there's another ghosting breath, this time the huff of a soundless chuckle, though his shoulders jerk with it. his words have that smile - sound around them again. ❛ more easily said, for certain ; many of us here have been trying to get the hang of that for years. but not being alone in the practicing helps in its own way. ❜ his thumb doesn't stop moving.

Since her tenure with the Exiles had ended -- since her home reality had simply ceased to exist and she had been basically marooned in this, the Prime Reality, TJ had begun to accept that the way she'd lived for those years, and yes, even the way she'd been raised, was not a wholly typical condition for mutantkind in this world. There wasn't always a mission, and in fact that was a rarity, given the general proactiveness of the senior roster. Diplomacy and forethought, rather than battle drills and reactivity, were the norm in the here and now. Slowing down hadn't been part of the plan, as evidenced by her activities in the year that had followed her -- well, she'd begun calling it un-Exiled. Scouted by Juggernaut as a spy for the Brotherood, throwing on one of Kurt's old suits and running with Excalibur for a while (and boy, that had been a little awkward, she'd heard some stories).

Then came the stroke. The long road to recovery. The blackouts and weakness and lapsing into a language she hadn't spoken fluently since she was a toddler…

The time back with Johnny. The way that had blown up in her face.

Now she was back here, a place she'd call an ancestral home as much as anything. In her world she'd been born here. Now, she supposed it was fitting she run out her days here, too.

Sighing softly, feeling the tension drawn out by the warmth and comfort of familiarity, she managed a brave little smile. "Nightmares. The kind that come when you aren't even asleep. I get these flashes… sudden bursts where stuff that happened to me is finally snapping into place or something. Heavy stuff." The furrow between her brows and the slight crinkle in her luminous eyes spoke of the deeply troubling nature of the things she was remembering. "Used to be I could keep busy so I didn't have to think about all of it, but now…"

Talia Wagner was born to be an X-Man, and knowing she would never be one again was a blow to her identity she hadn't quite come to terms with.

[uraveragelonelysapphic]

A Happy Ending

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: Wanda has to choose between you and Vision. But will she make the right choice?

Warnings: angst...so much angst...lol sorry

Word Count: 3.5k

A/N: Okay SO...my first straight up angst fic! i hope you enjoy, and i did not proofread it bc its very late here and i want to sleep but i hope its decent lol (ALSO!!! reader can tell someone’s future and gets flashes of it whenever she comes into contact with them!)

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“I can’t tonight, Y/N, I have plans with Vision.”

A line you had heard quite a bit from the witch. Anytime the two of you made plans recently, they were always tossed aside for Vision.

You had been seeing Wanda for almost a year now, under the radar, of course. She claimed she wasn’t ready for anything official just yet. But with all the time she had spent with Vision recently, you couldn’t help but wonder.

Maybe you weren’t the only holder of her heart.

Vision was a decent guy. To anyone who wasn’t you, that is. You often wondered what you had done to deserve the harsh comments and criticism the synthezoid sent your way. But when you saw him and Wanda together, it made sense. You didn’t think it was possible for an artificial being to feel love, but he looked at Wanda the same way you did: with adoration.

You were brought out of your thoughts by a hand on your shoulder.

“Y/N? Did you hear me?”

You nodded your head, not looking at her quite yet, and you felt the bed dip beside you as her hand moved to hold yours.

You finally met her eyes, forcing a smile to reassure her.

“Yeah, sorry. I understand. Have fun, Wands,” you said. You thought you were being fairly convincing, but then again, you forgot who you were talking to.

“You must be forgetting that you’re talking to a telepath. I can feel something weighing on you, lyubov,” she said softly. Soft, she was always so soft with you. It was almost enough to wipe away all of the insecurities that had been troubling you. Almost.

You squeezed her hand. “And you must be forgetting that you’re talking to someone who can tell the future. And I can see in your future that you’re going to be late,” you tried to joke.

She wasn’t having it. “Y/N-”

“Wanda. We’ll talk about it later, okay? Go have fun with Vision.”

She sighed deeply, pressing a kiss to your forehead before standing up. “I’m holding you to that,” she said.

You gave her one last smile, as convincing as you could, and she left the room. 

You let your smile drop and laid back onto the bed. Maybe she would forget, and then you could avoid the conversation altogether.

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So she didn’t forget.

A knock at your door at 2am told you that very clearly.

You opened the door with the biggest smile you could plaster onto your face.

“I can still feel something weighing on you.”

Yeah that shut your fake smile down real fast.

Her eyes were filled with nothing but concern and...guilt? But you didn’t have the energy to dissect all that right now.

“It’s nothing. How was your night with Vision? Did you have a good time? What did you-”

“Y/N.” She said sternly, and you winced. You knew you had lost and you would be confessing to her the insecurities that had been plaguing you recently. 

You sighed deeply before walking to your bed. She followed you, sitting down on the bed beside you silently, waiting for you to talk.

“Vision.” You finally said after what felt like hours.

Wanda’s brows furrowed in confusion. “What about him?”

“You two are close. Of course you are, you have that connection with the mind stone.”

You paused, collecting your thoughts. Wanda waited patiently beside you. You took a deep breath.

“But it’s more than that, isn’t it?” You said.

Wanda was silent. You looked over to see her staring at the ground. You felt your heart drop to your stomach as her silence confirmed what you had feared.

“It’s okay,” you said softly.

Wanda shook her head. She finally looked up at you, tears in her eyes. The guilt that you had seen earlier could now be seen clear as day.

“It’s not okay. I should’ve told you sooner.”

“I understand. If he’s the one for you, then-”

“No,” she immediately cut you off. “He’s not...well...the truth is I don’t know. I love you both,” she confessed.

As much as it pained you, you took her hand and squeezed it softly. “Okay.”

She tilted her head at you in confusion. “Okay?”

You nodded. “Okay. I know you’re going to have to make a decision, but you know it too. So there’s no point in talking about it now. Just know, I’ll love you no matter who you decide.”

Wanda shoved her head into your chest and you immediately wrapped your arms around her.

“Thank you,” she whispered, and you merely nodded, trying to ignore your own tears falling down your face. You really weren’t the only keeper of her heart. She might not choose you, and the thought terrified you.

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The following three months after that were hell. You tried to be supportive of Wanda. You knew she was conflicted, and you knew she felt guilty. But you couldn’t help the fear drilling at the back of your mind.

Vision seemed to think of this situation as a competition for Wanda’s heart. And boy, was he competing. He took her out on fancy dates, gave her expensive gifts, and did his best to keep her away from you.

You couldn’t help but feel as if he was going after Wanda for the thrill of the chase, but you would never tell her that; you didn’t want to come off as jealous, and you knew those words would send her straight into Vision’s arms, and away from you.

You, on the other hand, decided it was best to just keep being yourself. If she chose you, you wanted it to be because she loved you, not because she loved the lengths you were going to in an attempt to win her over.

So, you continued to love her just as you had before. You would hold her after each nightmare, cook her authentic Sokovian meals after she had a bad day, and surprise her with simple little notes, encouraging and complimenting her.

You tried to ignore the glares Vision sent your way whenever he saw Wanda curled up in your arms, or the smug looks he shot at you whenever he returned from a date with Wanda. You simply wanted to savor your time with her. This may have been a competition for him, but for you, well, you just wanted to be able to keep the love of your life in your arms forever.

But, as the months stretched on, you became exhausted. The constant insecurities and doubts weighed on you. You couldn’t sleep, you could barely eat, and it seemed that everyone except for Wanda and Vision were able to notice that. You were very aware of the sympathetic glances the other Avengers threw your way, but honestly? You didn’t even have the energy to talk about it.

You just hoped Wanda would make her decision soon.

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And she did.

One night, she knocked on your door. It was your weekly movie night, and you were excited to have the beautiful Sokovian in your arms as the two of you made commentary on the stupidity of the romcom characters.

But when you opened the door, your smile dropped at the sight of tears on her cheeks, a guilty expression adorning her face.

You gestured to your bed, sitting down beside her.

“It’s him, isn’t it?” You asked, but you knew. Based on the look on her face, you knew she had chosen him. You were in love with her, and as unfortunate as it was in that very moment, it meant you knew her like the back of your hand.

And as she nodded with tears in her eyes, you felt like you had been stabbed in the gut. 

“I hope we can still be friends,” you said with a shaky voice. You knew it would practically be torture, but it wasn’t her fault that you weren’t good enough to be her first choice. And having her in your life at all was a privilege, so you weren’t about to give it up.

But then she shook her head.

“Actually,” she started, looking down at the ground, “Vision doesn’t want us to see each other anymore.”

And just like that, she had twisted the knife.

“Oh.” Was all you could say.

There was a minute of silence as you processed this new information, and as she got up to leave, you were sick of being silent and letting her have your heart just to rip it out without a care in the world.

“So did I mean nothing to you?” You couldn’t help the bitter tone that slipped into your words. Vision had asked her to drop you and just like that, she had.

She turned around, her face showing nothing but guilt and anguish.

“Y/N, you know that’s not true,” she tried, but you weren’t having it.

“Do I?” you spat, angrily wiping away the tears streaming down your face. “Because at the walking Nintendo Switch’s first request, you were willing to cut me out of your life altogether. Clearly you had made your decision a long time ago if you were so okay with his terms.”

“Stop,” she said shakily, “You have no idea how hard this has been for me-”

You couldn’t help the humorless laugh that slipped out of your throat.

“For you? How about for me? Do you realize how hard it’s been to share your heart? To be in a constant battle for your love? I feel like every fucking move I make counts. If I respond in the wrong tone, you could choose Vision for the day. You have chosen him over me so many times and yet I still held onto the hope that maybe, just maybe, I could be enough for you. I have hoped so desperately that you could love me, Wanda. And I am so fucking exhausted. So don’t come in here and expect my sympathy when you’ve been slowly ripping my heart apart for months.”

Wanda was crying by the end of your speech. She reached towards your hand but you flinched away.

“I really do love you,” she said quietly.

You shook your head. “Clearly not as much as I love you.”

She tried to step towards you again, but you took a step back. “Y/N, I-”

“Please, Wanda,” you said, finally letting her hear the complete and utter destruction she had done to you, “Please stop hurting me and just go. Please.”

She inhaled sharply at your words.

“Okay,” she said finally. “Okay. I’m sorry. Goodbye, Y/N.”

And with that, she walked out of your room. Once the door was closed, you collapsed to the ground, unable to hold yourself up anymore. Sobs wracked your body as you were overwhelmed with devastation. She had picked him. She didn’t want you. Not like she wanted him. He was her first choice. You were nothing but background noise.

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After Wanda had made her decision, you made yourself scarce around the compound. You only left your room to eat, train, and go on missions. You had loved the Sokovian so deeply, and although you knew that you needed to respect her decision, you couldn’t help the constant ache you felt in your heart.

When you did leave your room, you avoided Wanda and Vision at all costs. They were always together, and you knew your heart couldn’t take that type of pain yet. So, you skipped team dinners, and movie nights, and anything that involved having to see the happy couple. But eventually, the time came where you had to face one of them. And, oh joy, it was the microwave who had won Wanda’s heart.

You were walking through the halls of the compound, after just participating in a mission debriefing. You must not have been watching where you were going, because next thing you knew, you collided with the synthezoid.

He began to curse you out at your clumsiness, but you were zoned out. At his touch, you couldn’t help the intense flash of the future you had received.

You saw Wanda. And Vision. And Wanda having to destroy the mind stone. Wanda being forced to kill Vision in order to save the universe.

You gasped as you came back to your senses.

“Were you not listening to a word I said?” Vision sneered, but you were already rushing past him, fumbling for your phone, and making a call.

“Hello?” The voice on the other end of the phone answered almost immediately.

“Shuri,” you said urgently, “Is it possible to remove the mind stone from Vision’s head in a manner that will keep him alive?”

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So, a month later, the team was in Wakanda as Vision’s stone was removed from his head. You watched from the entrance to the lab as Wanda held the synthezoid’s hand. You felt sick to your stomach, but you were glad you had made the decision to help.

Nat approached you quietly, watching the scene in the lab curiously.

“Why did you decide to help them, after all they’ve put you through?” She said from beside you.

You sighed. “Because Wanda deserves to be happy. She couldn’t find that happiness with me and as much as it hurts, I have to accept that. I’m doing this for Wanda.”

Nat nodded in understanding. She opened her mouth to reply, but before she could, T’Challa burst in.

“The time for battle has arrived sooner than we thought. We need to go. Now.”

All the Avengers began to prepare to leave the room, except for you, Wanda, and Vision.

“I need 10 more minutes,” Shuri said. You nodded and turned to Wanda.

“Go. Help them fight. I’ll look after Vision, and once the stone is out of his head, I’ll bring it to you to destroy,” You said.

The look of fear in her eyes pained you as she didn’t look away from Vision.

“Wanda,” you said, gaining her attention, “You can trust me.”

She nodded. “I know. Thank you.”

You looked away as she kissed Vision quickly, and then she was gone.

You, Vision, and Shuri remained silent for the next 10 minutes as she worked. It was clear to you that Vision wanted to say something to you, but, lucky for you, Shrui’s presence in the room kept him from doing so.

Finally, you heard Shuri sigh with relief. You looked over to see the stone in her hand. You immediately took it from her before embracing the woman. “Thank you,” you said gratefully.

“Of course,” she said. “Now, I have to go join in the fight. I suggest the two of you do the same.”

And with that, she left. You were about to follow suit when Vision stopped you.

“You’re so in love with Wanda that you saved my life in order to make her happy. I find it humorous that you think you have any place in her heart. You’re pathetic.” He laughed at you.

You shook your head. “Loving someone isn’t pathetic. Trying to win them over for the thrill of the chase, is.” And with that, you ran out of the room, missing the way his smirk faltered at your accusation.

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The field was deadly. Aliens were everywhere, and you were having trouble finding Wanda. That is, until you saw a burst of red as she killed a whole field of enemies.

“Wanda!” You screamed as you ran towards her.

Her head snapped up at the sound of your voice and she took off running towards you. Just as you were within a few feet of her, you were knocked to the ground.

You looked up to see him. Thanos.

“I’ll be taking that. Thank you, child,” he said as he snatched the stone from your grip. You tried to fight back but were knocked to the ground painfully, yet again.

“Y/N!” Wanda screamed. She began to run towards you, but a snap of Thanos’ fingers made her stop dead in her tracks.

“Wanda?” You questioned.

You watched in horror as the woman you loved became dust right in front of your eyes.

“No!”

Only one thought ran on repeat in your mind. This was all your fault.

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The next five years passed slowly. The team tried to make it clear that you had tried and Thanos was too powerful. But it was no use. You couldn’t help but blame yourself.

It didn’t help that a certain walking refrigerator made your fuck-up known as much as he possibly could.

His words to you immediately following the snap would forever ring in your mind: “You killed her.”

You never stopped looking for a solution. You were going to get her back. She deserved her happy ending. It wasn’t fair that it was taken from her.

And then, Scott came back. And time travel was on the table. And after a lot of work, you and the team were headed back in time to various locations to get the stones.

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You sat on a rock on Vormir, gazing out at the purple sky.

“If we don’t get this stone, half the universe stays dead,” Nat’s voice interrupted your thoughts.

You looked up at her.

She shook her head. “I know what you’re thinking. No.”

“Nat, it’s the only way. Let me make things right for her, please,” you begged.

Nat grabbed your hands. “This isn’t your fault. You don’t need to make anything right. You need to stop blaming yourself.”

You took a deep breath. “I’ve made my choice.” You said finally.

She backed away from you. “And I’ve made mine,” she said, before making a move to run to the edge of the cliff. But you grabbed her foot, effectively tripping her, before heading towards the cliff.

Nat held up her arm as if to shoot you with a Widow Bite, but she furrowed her brows as she noticed they were missing. 

You turned to her, aiming the stolen Widow Bites at her. “There’s a note in my room for Wanda. Please tell Vision to give her the happy ending she deserves,” you said with tears streaming down your face. And with that, you shot her with the Widow Bite, and allowed yourself to free-fall off the cliff.

“NO!” Nat screamed, but it was too late.

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“Nat, where’s Y/N?”

The look of grief on her face told it all.

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The past few minutes had been a blur for Wanda. One minute, she felt herself fading away, and the next, she was in battle again. She was absolutely exhausted, but fought with all her might.

And they won.

“Where’s Y/N?”

The question made Nat stop in her tracks. She turned to face Wanda. The devastation radiating off of Wanda told her everything she needed to know.

“No,” she whispered, her hand coming up to cover her mouth as tears began to fall down her face.

Nat looked at the ground in shame. She couldn’t help but blame herself for your loss.

“She left a note for you. In her room,” Nat said. “I’m sorry, Wanda.”

Wanda numbly felt her legs carry her towards your room when she was stopped by Vision.

“I’m sorry, Wanda,” he said, embracing her. Her body wracked with sobs as she processed your death.

“Look at it this way,” Vision began, “Now we can be together happily. No distractions.”

Wanda pulled away to look at him, anger now filling her features. “Distractions? That’s what you think she was? Just a distraction?”

“Well, you have to admit-”

“She wasn’t a distraction, Vision, she was my everything.”

The confession made both Wanda and Vision freeze.

“Well perhaps you made the wrong choice, then,” Vision said bitterly before walking away.

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Wanda found herself in your room, holding an envelope addressed to her. She hated being in your room without you. It felt lonely, empty, and cold. It was lacking the light and the energy you would always bring to it.

She braced herself, and opened the letter.

Wanda,

I’m writing this because I know if we go through with this plan, it will work. However, I bumped into Nat this morning and saw how this would go for us. We are going to Vormir. Someone needs to sacrifice themselves and I’ve decided that I’m going to do it. I know you’ll be alright. You have Vision, so I know I’m not leaving you alone. Please know, Wanda, that I love you so much. I’m sorry that I wasn’t enough. But please know it’s okay. I want to do this. I need to do this. You are the love of my life, Wanda. You deserve a happy ending. I hope I’m able to give it to you by doing this. Take care of yourself, okay? Now, go get that happy ending.

With love,

Y/N.

Wanda dropped to her knees, clutching the letter to her chest as she sobbed. You had done this for her. You just wanted her to be happy. And you were willing to die to make that come true.

She had given you up for someone who didn’t seem to truly care about her. And now she had to live with that choice.

Tears soaked the letter in her hands as one question was on repeat in her mind:

How could her life have a happy ending without you in it?

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[saedii-gilwraeth-simp]

Squad 312 2.0 - More Thoughts

I have more thoughts about the kiddos

Lae Gilwraeth-Jones is the most bisexual person to ever bisexual. But she’s hot enough that she can and will attract anyone she happens to want and took lessons on breaking up with people from her aunt Scarlett so everyone she has broken up with is still a teensy bit hung up on her

She also has a weirdly passionate but kinda cute relationship with the small ship her parents got her for her 18th birthday (yes the Gilwraeths-Jones’ are rich enough to afford a ship for their child - thanks Zila Madran)

She gets Pulled to a spitfire of a Betraskan woman and they’re a very cute couple. 

Rory Jones-De Seel is just about the greatest Frennet player of all time and has competed in professional leagues and won. She met her current partner by kicking his ass at strip Frennet at a party one night. She’s good enough that she got banned from playing with her siblings when she took all of their allowances at 12. The only person to ever beat her is Scarlett but that’s because Scarlett is the type of mother who knows her children so well they physically cannot pull off lying of bluffing to her.

Rory cannot do jigsaw puzzles. Out of all of her siblings, she has the worst dexterity (mood) and she also just doesn’t see the point so she will avoid doing them with a passion. When her space station goes on lockdown bc of a plague outbreak, her boyfriend buys one for them to do together and she flat out refuses

When Cathy was a baby, Fin spent a lot of time with her (and her sister) in zero g and as such, Cathy fucking loves space walks and they are one of the things she misses when she is living on Sempiternity. But her boyfriend (y’know... the Chellerian that F+S are so happy about) lets her use his pod to go out for space walks.

Cathy enjoys flying until she was 17 and in the passenger seat of Lae’s ship (who has Cat Brannock’s talent but flies like she doesn’t fear meeting the Maker) and after that Cathy didn’t get on a proper spaceship for nearly a month. She still gets a little nauseous looking at them and she does not ride with Lae anymore

Dariel once disappeared for an entire year. Like, off the grid, no comms, nothing. The only person who knew where he was was Zila but that’s because she can keep a secret. He came back after that year with a fully formed Den on Trask and a boyfriend (a really nice Syldrathi guy who gets the Squad’s approval really quick)

Dariel can speed read and will just devour multiple “books” a day on his uniglass. He has a guilty pleasure relationship with trashy romance books and him and his mum have a book club about the texts once a month.

Zila knows everything about all of her family and is the best secret keeper you will ever meet. She is such a vault that after her Legion service, she gets offered a role as an intelligence officer with the GIA. Excellent judge of character she is, she turns it down, instead choosing to teach at the Academy when one of her instructors retires.

The only person Zila can’t keep a secret from is her twin Steph, who she basically has telepathy with. Basically, their siblings have to be aware that to tell one a secret is to also tell the other. Luckily, Steph can keep secrets just as well

The De Karran De Seel’s once joked that Zila was the truest Betraskan in the family bc she’s the only polyamorous one (they did not make the joke a second time when Fin rips them a new one, don’t you worry.) She has a boyfriend (a fellow Betraskan Gearhead in the year above her at the Academy) and a girlfriend (a Terran Tank who was in her and Lae’s Legion Squad.) This throuple makes the best Betraskan food and everyone likes it when they come to family reunions

Steph is the most Waywalker-y of all her siblings and can manipulate emotions, share memories telepathically and can always, always, tell when people are lying. She is absolutely impossible to surprise.

She once seduced a priest (I remembered that nuns exist in canon, so priests must as well) just for fun and to see whether she could. More impressively, she once seduced her way into the pants of a GIA agent. Do you know how difficult it is to seduce a GIA agent? Because Steph Jones-De Seel does.

Her siblings mooch off her and use her to get into super exclusive clubs bc chances are she knows someone in there. 

She only kinda chills out when she is Pulled to a Warbreed adept when she’s in her mid 20′s but her and her wife have an intense enough relationship that she’s never unsatisfied having left the party life behind.

Rory, Dariel and Steph are all really close to Scar but Cathy and Zila are closer to Fin

Evaa is the type of girl who many have mistaken as gentle or fragile but they forget she is the right height to aim low. Has the highest marks in her combat classes at the Academy and you can’t forget that she has her mum (who knows kung fu), dad, Aunt Saedii and Uncle Tyler training her in all the martial arts they know. Which is a lot of styles of martial art.

Evaa looks exactly like Auri except her eyes are purple like Kal. This is the only physical trait she shares with Kal, but her personality is a lot more like him than Auri. Evaa is an extraordinarily calm person and is excellent to have around in a crisis. That has also come from being the youngest of the Squad and being able to learn from her cousin (and cousin’s cousins)

Evaa is consistently single, but that’s more out of disinterest for dating than a lack of options. Plus, all of the people she spends the most time with are Tanks that have a less than impressive amount of braincells

Anyway, that’s me done for today. If y’all have thoughts, drop them in the comments/reblog section

tagging @skepticalcatfrog and @iamheretodomythingrip who seemed to enjoy the last one of these posts

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[ID: a blurry photo of a person looking out the window, and the sun is persumably shining in their face. there is dirt and grime on the edges of the photo. END ID]

ORIGINALS | an introduction.

note: this has been one of my dearest projects since quarantine 2020, and actually sprouted from one of my short-lived hyperfixations... that’s right... creepypasta! i won’t get into too much detail right now, but it has gone through so much – and it is definitely reflected upon how i took my mental health into my own hands. i decided that this year i’d stop trying to be someone else, to mimic another author who has lived so many different and confusing lives before me, and go back to how this universe used to be. i hope that you all enjoy it, too.

genre: adult fantasy, psychological fiction – to be modified/added.

content warnings: off-screen parent death, graphic death, discussions of alcoholism, alcohol use (by legal adults), drowning/burning imagery, off-screen/implied animal abuse, themes of manipulation, themes of religion and martyrdom, body horror. wow, sorry guys.

synopsis: 

The Second Cataclysm is just on the horizon.

And the primordial gods, the Originals, are slowly stirring from their eternal slumber to avoid total apocalypse once again. But some of the Originals have completely gone off the galaxy’s radar, and a woman who claims to be the goddess of chaos is rising. It might just be too late to wake the Originals, or to alert their half-mortal elemental soldiers, the Guardians, to fight back.

But a ten-year-old is ready to stop the madness. Naranbaataryn Altan’s always dreamed of going on an adventure, to march past Sainkh’s borders and out of their mother country Morea. The abandoned maps in their father’s conspicuously hidden treasure chest under the garden speaks to them: do more than trace the shape of the mountains and rivers beyond. Against their overprotective father’s wishes, they pack their bags, write a messily-written note detailing their quest, and journey to lands above and below.

When Altan sees there’s more to the world than mountains and rivers, and the divine beings they had only known in storybooks are very much real, they realize they have ventured farther than they needed to. They realize that perhaps their father was right in keeping them away for so long.

The goddess of chaos sees all. She knows of a foolish child’s wish, whispering in their ear in the darkest twilight. She will send Altan on an unforgettable journey––death be damned.

(characters, ending note, + taglist below.)

characters:

naranbaataryn altan – 10 y/o, they/them: a curious, sheltered child who wants to see the world outside of their city-state, sainkh. means well, but definitely pushes more than they need to. doesn’t ever let go of a promise... even if it means death.

bekh – 4.5 y/o, he/him: a telepathic bankhar altan encounters in their journey to the outside world. solitary and loyal to the hills plagued by dzud and a strange overgrowth of abyssal creatures. probably one of the only good boys in this wip.

“scarecrow” – “14” y/o, he/him: a Vessel to the Earth Original, doomed to consume lost travelers that enter his fields. claims that he is the scarecrow god. once abandoned for his almost human-like soul, he learns what it’s like to be human... and what it’s like to die.

seol bitna – “43” y/o, she/her: a Guardian-turned-divine, she is (one of) the protector(s) of the foggy island of mulsup. is the goddess of fishing, and an unwilling follower to the squid god who turned her. knows too much, says very little. likes to drink. 

madam – ??? y/o, she/her: a cruel but sympathetic goddess determined on starting the second cataclysm after nearly losing everything. looks too similar to the dead close by, or those we’ve tried to forget. 

ending note: and that’s all for now! this took me too long to write because i was preoccupied with other matters – i’ll get to introducing my second wip in the morning. i also want to end with this in mind: first, ORIGINALS will be the first book that is covered in what i call the “guardiansverse.” 

second, you will soon notice that i do not use labels to define my characters’ sexuality/gender. that said, these “labels” do not exist in-universe, or do not function in the same ways those do within a white, american lens. though the concept of sex & gender is still acknowleged and even pressured within character arcs. i’ll probably touch up on this on another time. that is all, thank you.

taglist: @stormharbors​ @snowinks​ 

[ameliiorate]

Chloe touching him, unprovoked, is an odd thing, and Aaron has to remind himself that they are putting on a show. If the two of them were at home, she would still be avoiding him like the plague. And it's not as if he often seeks out her companionship either. His eyes slide over to catch hers, small smile plastered onto his face. As if telepathically telling her that he got the message he was sending. Truthfully, she is throwing him for a loop, her continued affections convincing him that she is a far better actress than he would have given her credit for. Assuming that everything she is doing is manufactured.

Including the concession that she offers him. "I am not as sociable as my wife is," he admits with a head tilt in the direction of her friends, "But it is something that I promised her I would work on. I don't want you all to think that she's purposely hiding me away. It's just that Chloe has been understanding of my preferences. Something that I greatly appreciate, but marriage is all about compromise. Right, dear?" The use of the terms of endearment becomes more liberal the more that they fall into the act, and it's Aaron's turn to regard Chloe with a more sincere smile, the tight edges softening in appreciation. "A show would be a great compromise. I do quite like ballet." Mostly because his family backed the dance troupe with their private donations.

After taking another sip of her Old Cuban, Chloe placed the glass back down and found herself pulling Aaron's jacket tighter around her form. The warmth suddenly inviting against a slight breeze that blew past. Despite standing heaters placed strategically around the rooftop bar, finding the right balance of comfortable warmth was a challenge. For a moment, she wondered if Aaron was cold. A ridiculous thought. And yet, she couldn't help but reach over and gently pat his hand, meant to match some mindless thing she said in response to a passing question about their marriage.

"If it means you'll get on the dance floor, absolutely," Chloe grinned mischievously. The mental image of Aaron dancing was a highly entertaining one. Bumping her arm against his, she flashes him a smile--fleeting sincerity in it before she turned back to her friends. "True, getting him to do any social outing with me has required a lot of strong-arming," she teased. Both a joke and a truth. "Though I suppose we can do something quieter next time, right honey? A show, perhaps?"

[c-sand]

Not to be dramatic, but Sansa is full of forgiveness and mercy and kindness in a world where she’s been given every possible reason about why she shouldn’t be -- and she really didn’t need a moment from Jon disrespecting her (and only her -- everyone else is allowed to speak) during a meeting to, like, ‘teach her a lesson’ about leniency and save her from the ‘evil heartless creature’ she’d become after all of her time with the Lannisters and Petyrfinger. 

It’s true that they need every man possible in the upcoming war -- a war that Sansa doesn’t disbelieve at any second, she’s fully on board with what Jon has said is coming and she does every possible thing she’s capable of to help prepare for it. But, it’s also true that these Houses literally just slaughtered their family and fought a war against them, in an attempt to annihilate them from the planet. And it’s a valid thought process, that literally every Northerner in the room also agreed with -- not just her (despite the fact that she’s the only one spoken down to about it), that it’s not something that should just be swept under the rug.

You can’t expect someone to just be on board with you and immediately back you up on everything, if you don’t speak to them about it beforehand. Sansa spends almost all of her time, upon reuniting with Jon and being with him from that moment on, being on his side. Believing him about what he says is coming and knowing they have long fights ahead of them. She appears to not even question his return back to the living?? Despite the fact that she’s the one Stark not spending her entire story dealing with magical mysteries, she’s just like “Yeah, Jon was abracadabra’d back into existence.”

He says the dead are coming, she just believes him. 

The only times that she’s not immediately behind his back are on situations she has the better understanding of (something that is allowed to be true, despite the fact that so many believe Sansa isn’t allowed to have any awareness of anything -- she’s not allowed to be smart). 

She knows that Ramsay Bolton is a monster that cannot be allowed to continue holding the North. She knows him better than Jon. She knows what he can do better than Jon. She knows what he won’t do better than Jon -- and that more than likely includes preparing for an onslaught of dead coming to attack them all. And if Jon wants to eff off to someplace warm, well fine, she will rally the troops to do what needs to be done, on her own. 

She knows that that there are other Northern Houses wronged by Ramsay who have a better chance of joining the fight, that Jon then refuses to call upon, despite her begging him to -- must. fight. war. now. (And don’t even get me started on those Houses being reprimanded harder than the Houses that fought against them, by Lyanna, even though THEY WERE NEVER ASKED TO HELP BECAUSE JON JUST DECIDED NOT TO GO TO THEM OKAY DON’T GET ME STARTED). She knows that if Jon refuses to turn every rock, because he basically hasn’t decided he wants to live at this point, she has to take matters into her own hands and contact her abuser to seek the help they’ll need. She knows that Ramsay will play with Jon on the field of battle. Sansa also knows her areas that lack expertise and openly admits her faults in lack of battle awareness and how to explain what he’ll do there. But, she knows better than Jon about the games Ramsay likes to play and she tries her best to express it.

She knows that the Umbers and the Karstarks helped destroy them and their family.

Sansa is full of forgiveness and mercy and kindness. She spends the entire story feeling all of these things here and there for people who do not deserve it. We know that her fundamental nature is gentle. That she believes, despite Cersei’s teachings, that she would rather lead by love than by fear. That she’d rather the people feel cared for by her than cower in her presence. But, leading by love over fear doesn’t necessarily mean that every single betrayal that passes shall...pass. That those who commit great crimes always get off with a smile and a cheer and those who are loyal get no reward in return for their fight.

There are obvious benefits to going, “Ahh let’s move on, it was a bad moment, but it’s over,” to the Umbers and Karstarks. But, there’s also a risk of turning every other Northerner against them, by saying that those betrayals will have no consequences and that the loyalty they had holds no more weight than someone literally handing over a Stark for execution does.

But, that’s all beside the point. 

The point is Sansa has Jon’s back on everything that he’s displayed superior knowledge to, as evidenced in that season. She spends every single day that Jon is away and avoiding Danaerys’ doe eyes like the plague, backing his decisions regarding the army of the dead (despite coming from another moment of blatant disrespect where he didn’t tell her of his decision to leave, before dragging her into the hall and blasting her with the info at the same time as everyone else, as if she’s on the same level as the rest of the Lords, instead of his literal only family and Lady of Winterfell). She’s constantly working the castle and with the inhabitants of it and the rest of the North in preparation for the upcoming war. She’s getting the castle battle ready. She’s preparing food storage. She’s having armor and weapons made. She’s quality controlling everything, so that everyone will have the best possible equipment and conditions in the fight. She’s turning down power left and right, when people try to take it away from Jon and give it to her, and reinforcing her belief in Jon’s place in the North and knowledge of what’s to come and decisions he’s making in regards to what needs to be done. 

[She’s giving away what little power she does have, when Bran turns back up in Winterfell. And she’s very clearly not even a little bit bothered by the fact that she’s doing so. He ends up turning it down, but Bran is Lord of Winterfell, she’s got no problem with it, because she’s not power hungry.]

Sansa has Jon’s back. But, Jon, in return of Sansa’s loyalty and love, expects her to always have his back, without offering the same in return. Even on things that he’s shown less prowess in. Which is especially hurtful, because they had a whole heartwarming moment under soft snowfall about how they have to have full trust in one another, before these meetings happened. Something Sansa exhibits towards him, even in times when she shouldn’t, as he’s messing with their lives and the lives of their people, APPARENTLY (lol lies) for the love (lolol) of some woman he just met who burns people alive. And something Jon shows towards her, about twice, when they get a deceptive letter from Tyrion and he cares about her opinion for a moment and when he places the North in her care (after he just bulldozed her with the information that he’s leaving).

Sansa is allowed to have an opinion about what happens with the Umbers and the Karstarks. She’s allowed to voice it. (I mean, Rickon is literally dead because of Smalljon Umber. Rickon would still be alive if not for him and his people). No one else in the room was undermining Jon by speaking up on the matter, and so she cannot be the only one there who was, just because she’s closer to him than they are. She’s not less merciful or less kindhearted for finding this particular betrayal too much for nothing more than a slap on the wrist. Jon choosing to just have them simply reaffirm their loyalty to House Stark wasn’t some big lesson in kindness for Sansa. Sansa is already inherently kind. There is a difference between learning lessons from the powerful and evil-hearted people around her and being evil-hearted, herself.

And if Jon wanted to go into that meeting with her completely on his side, like she is about everything else regarding the dead and so forth (which he very clearly must’ve 🎵SPOKEN TO HER ABOUT🎵), than he should’ve spoken to her beforehand. Should’ve gone into that meeting with a conversation already had between the two of them, in private, regarding what he plans on doing in regards to the families that helped put the majority of theirs’ in the ground. Sansa has no way of telepathically knowing that Jon plans on going, “Listen, some Umbers are dead, some Karstarks are dead, the price has been paid.” She’s not a mind reader. Just as he should’ve spoken to her, beforehand, about his decision to head for Dragonstone. 

Jon cannot constantly expect Sansa to just feel all of the same things he feels and embrace every decision he has, without coming to her and speaking about those feelings and thoughts. There is a very big jump between believing Winterfell belongs to Sansa and believing you don’t even need to privately mention to her, before a public meeting with the rest of the fickle Lords, that you plan on throwing yourself to a dragon and hoping for the best or that you plan on pardoning the very people who helped dismantle the North and the Starks -- who supported the Bolton’s rule.

Sansa is kind and is full of mercy and sympathy and empathy and love. It would not of taken much effort, at all, from Jon to of had her backing his thought process on either matter, even if she doesn’t agree with it. All he had to do was speak to her. To not lump her in with the rest of the Northerners, who hear his big decisions at the drop of a hat. You cannot have beautiful, heartwarming moments in the soft snowfall about trust and then not show her any afterwards. You cannot drop undisclosed bombshells and then expect Sansa, who is finally in a place with someone that she feels comfortable and safe having a voice and using it, to not be shocked and feel able to give her thoughts. You cannot expect that she is the only person not allowed to. 

Sansa is a person who is so kind and so forgiving that she’s on Jon’s side all the way to the very end. She’s still trying to keep him a King even after everything he led them to and all of the times he brushed her opinions aside. Even after he’s forever stained the North by bringing them to that massacre of Kings Landing. The world will forever know they supported Daenerys in that slaughter and, despite that, Sansa still knows he’s a good man. Still believes everything he’s done was to protect them all. (Because I refuse to believe that look she had when speaking with Daenerys wasn’t Sansa coming to the conclusion that Jon was doing everything he felt he needed to, to save them). 

Sansa was literally in Kings Landing feeling sympathy for those around her who had direct involvement in her torment. There were people backing her into corners, scaring her and reminding her how unsafe she was. And she was, in moments, still showing them undeserved kindness. Still thinking of these people with sympathies in her heart. Still taking care of the people who spent their time belittling her, when they were drowning in their own fears of battle.

That level of kindness and love isn’t taught in a single moment (of disrespect shown towards her) in a meeting of pardoning and bringing those who betrayed them back under their fold. It’s something you’re inherently born with and something you manage to continue to foster within yourself through the worst of your life, even when those around you are trying to break you and turn you into the worst of them. 

And thinking that those loyal to the Starks should be rewarded for that loyalty and raised up in station, while the Umbers and Karstarks should have some consequences for their disloyalty (something, I believe, is a very general and non-radical thought process of the time? might be wrong, but I think that’s true?), doesn’t strip away those fundamental qualities she holds. And also doesn’t solidify that she wouldn’t of changed her mind if Jon had come to her with the trust and respect he believed they should show one another, before that meeting, to let her know where he was at.

Anyway, Sansa’s a good and kind person who knows some stuff about some stuff and respect my lady, thank you.

[gaeasun]

OC personality sheet/tag game

( Rules: Copy and paste these questions and make your own post, please do not add onto this one, it’ll get too long too fast. Then tag some of your friends to let them know you’d like to hear more about their ocs!

Ok I've been tagged again more than once I think. I’m going to do another OC who’s actually not Star Wars so sorry but y'all signed up for my specific kind of brain rot. Come with me for a little jaunt into Marvel territory

Name: Rose/????/Dryad

Pronouns: she/her

One word to sum them up: resigned

Noun to describe them: grumpy

Temperament: normally she tends to be more on the quiet or stoic side. Side affect of trauma/coping with her empathic powers. She can get really riled up though. 

MBTI type: ISFJ (defender)

Enneagram type: idk

Other’s first impression of them: is she glaring at me or just looking. She gives off don’t mess with me vibes by doing absolutely nothing

General likes: sparring, hunting, hiking, archery, wood-carving. Spider-man (derogatory)

General dislikes: Fire. Odin. Heights. Technology. Spider-man (affectionate)

Romantic status: single and actively avoiding relationships like the plague. She knows she will live longer than normal people so doesn’t want to fall in love with someone who will die much earlier than her.

Love interest (s): Above but maybe she could have a brief trying to have a thing with Scarlet Spider but specifically that one from that excellent spider-man show. 

Good friend (s): She has really weird friendships. T’challa and Share are like family to her. Also Matt Murdock and Bucky Barnes. And Spider-man she has unofficially adopted. And she has two normal friends who are college roommates

Enemy: TONY STARK she hates him. Hates his guts. Tries to break his nose and maybe a few ribs every time she sees him. Also not a fan of Odin. And all telepaths. 

Hobbies: Woodcarving and botany

Songs they relate to: right now im in a skillet phase soooo Monster, Surviving the Game, and Undefeated

Fictional characters similar to their personality: Bucky Barnes I think, which is why they get along so well. 

Fun fact: Across all the multiverse she only has 1 counterpart like her. Except there’s a pretty extreme personality difference between the two since the other is something like a serial killer

Free space/ramble: My oldest OC. She’s maybe seven years old? but more like twenty currently

[im-totally-not-an-alien]

Final Fantasy 7 prompts # 42

1. Cloud gets sick so Vincent shows up and basically stands guard at the foot of the bed like a very handsome gargoyle.

He also takes care of him but I just wanted to say the gargoyle thing.

2. Murder mystery.

Sephiroth doesn't take it seriously until he wakes up in a semi drugged haze, the revived Zack having saved his life. The silverette thought that was ridiculously stupid, considering he wished to destroy the planet, but he was greatful nonetheless.

3. Sephiroth finds a man incased in a mako crystal, enchanted by his beauty, he came closer to view him better.

He wasn't expecting the soft, "Hello?" that echoed in his mind.

As it turns out, this man was a failed attempt at creating a God from the remains of an eldrich goddess named Jenova. He had sacrificed himself centuries ago to stop her revival, sealed away both her and her monster children, and saved the world.

The two became fast friends and Cloud allowed Sephiroth to take a piece of crystal from one of the surrounding stalagmites so that they could communicate even after the silverette leaves.

Sephiroth wears it as a necklace and has telepathic communications with the man frequently. He decides to just not tell Shinra what he found...but the desire to have the man by his side grows with each passing day.

Darker fic.

Based on The Willow Maid by Erutan

4. Sephiroth traps Cloud in the dream world and plays the world's deadliest game of hide and seek

5. Time travel fic where Cloud doesn't know he's in the past and just keeps fighting Sephiroth everytime he sees him. He and Tifa broke up, so now he avoids Midgar and Edge like the plague. He runs his business like everything is the same, and nearly kills the silverette every time he sees him.

Cloud thinks it's wierd that Sephiroth is so much weaker, but chalks it up to the lack of J cells available.

6. Au where Cloud is a clone Hojo made from the Sephiroth, Zack, and the real Cloud.

He gets turned into an eight year old, his true age, and booted back in time.

He gets stopped by Angeal, because seriously, and eight year old driving Fenrir? Insane. Anyway, he sees not Clouds slit pupils and is like, "I have to take you to my friend."

When asked about his name, he tells Angeal the truth. He's a clone made from Sephiroth and a few other people in a lab where they proform cruel and horrific human expirements and he doesn't have a name beyond "Subject C".

And that's more of less the beginning of the end for Shinra.

Also Sephiroth, Zack, and Cloud coming together to raise thier child.

Featuring: Zack, Sephiroth, Genesis, and Angeal arguing over baby names, not Cloud coldly shooting most of them down, the real Cloud quietly fretting over him, Kunsel being a tea aunt and occasional babysitter, Genesis proforming poetry for the baby, both Clouds falling asleep on the couch together and Kunsel taking pictures, Angeal being a mom, Zack being more of a big brother than a parent, until he gets lectured by Angeal.

In other words, baby gets a home.

You could add toddler remnants for extra flavor.

7. Or. Cloud has a spell cast on him to "reveal his true age" and #6 happens but without the time travel.

AVALANCHE has to take care of child Cloud...and if he was born shortly after the Nebilheim incident...

8.Cloud getting into a competition with former Shinra Weapons Department employees

But it's a trap!

9. Cloud loved doing sketches of people...until he started finding some he didn't remember drawing. What's stranger is that he doesn't know some of the people in the pictures.

Honestly, why would he draw a SOLDIER 2nd? Especially since all of the pictures of him have his helmet on.

10. A group of guys in the world Cloud landed in dressed up in the male honey be inn uniform at Sephiroths suggestion, stating he might be homesick.

Cloud walks in, honestly baffled, and asked, "Why are you dressed as whores?"

11. Denzel dragging Cloud to safety after a motorcycle crash.

12. A cat attacks Cloud. Like, full on flies at his face.

It's okay, it gives him kisses later.

13. Genesis takes in a kid he found on the road and bonds with them. He winds up being a dad.

Aka. Dad Genesis

14. Cloud travels back to the place where Aerith died and retrieves Holy. Sure, it might not be useful without a Cetra to use it, but he'll be damned before he lets Aeriths sacrifice be forgotten.

He takes Holy to Wutai and meets up with Yuffie. He explains everything and she tells him she'd be honored to display it they way it deserves.

Later, there's an entire temple dedicated to Holy, and it's last master, Aerith

15. Sephiroth tries to flirt with Cloud and doesn't understand why it's not working. Everyone he had hit on before had practically bent over backwards in hopes of gaining his affection.

So why is this pretty blond denying him?

[spikedru]

Idk how far you are into True Blood and if you feel you can answer this yet, but is True Blood worth watching? I'm a pretty big vampire fan but it also seems like adult Twilight (I'm not a Twilight fan). So what do you like about it if you do and/or what don't you like about it?

i dont think its very much like twilight? im not the best judge bc i was an extremely anti-twilight tween and avoided that shit like the plague so i dont rly know much abt twilight. i guess the most basic comparison would be they are both vampire romance and a lot of the tropes of that genre are present. also i guess love triangle stuff comes later but its just beginning to show at the point im at

i am currently almost done with season 2 of true blood and ive been really enjoying it! there is some wild ass shit that happens but honestly its been a fun ride so i dont mind it!

i really enjoy the characters the most i think. everyone has very distinct personalities which makes it very enjoyable for me to see how everyone interacts with each other. i love sookie, i think shes adorable and feisty and good hearted. shes telepathic and i think its interesting learning how she deals with that and how it effects her relationships with pretty much everyone she knows. i love lafayette, eric, pam, tara, jessica... even the more minor characters, characters that arent meant to be likable are still interesting bc they have some depth. bill is basically angel btvs like there is no way they didnt use angel as a template for this guy

i like the vampire lore in the show too its fun... i love that the vamps cry blood bc they dont got any other fluids in their body... i love that they explode into goop and viscera when theyre staked... i only wish they had more of a vamp face bc the only change is that they can retract their fangs... i just wish there was a lil more... make em creepier... i also think the sire/progeny stuff is very interesting but that shit always grabs my attention i like vamp family dynamics hehe

i think the whole vampire rights thing in the show being a thinly veiled metaphor for lgbt rights is corny and a lil cringe (the world being made aware of vamps was called "coming out of the coffin" which jus sounds a lil silly) so i kinda roll my eyes at that part

all in all ive been having fun with it! the main thing w twilight to me is that everything about it looks sooooo lifeless but i dont feel that with true blood. i think the characters are interesting and dynamic, the mythology of the show intrigues me, and i like watching vampire family power dynamics. id say its worth trying! while i do love buffy to death a lot of it takes place in high school so it was refreshing to watch a vampire show where everyone starts out at least 25 years old lmao so that was also a plus