#the love is real but unrequited

[lorstone]

I am genuinely baffled that anyone could possibly think that Extraordinary Things is about anyone other than Geralt.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The squad of all time has arrived on scene.

[saturdaysky]

a little morning pick-me-up

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A morning on the way to Baldur's Gate. The party booked themselves into an inn and enjoyed real beds, hot baths, and privacy for the first time since the Nautiloid.

Gale and Mayhew shared a room, of course. They were filled with the relief of surviving the shadows and the glow of finally getting together, so their private room was probably a blessing for the whole party, honestly.

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This was some ascended anatomy practice! Referenced some great stock from @null-entity.

[wangxianficrecs]

Looked so alive, turns out i'm not real by KatAnni

Looked so alive, turns out i'm not real

by KatAnni

M, 36k, Wangxian

Part of the MDZS Big Bang 2024

Summary: "Nothing leaves the Burial Mounds alive." Lan Wangji goes on a side mission night hunt with Wei Wuxian during the Sunshot Campaign, and finds out just how true that statement is. Inquiry rings through the room, and Wei Wuxian answers. This of course, has consequences. For the MDZS Big Bang 2024, Collab with Sweetlittlevampire Kay's comments: This story was meant for WIP Rec Week but it posted quicker than I was able to rec it! But it had me aboslutely hooked from the first chapter. Stunning writing and art! A story in which Wei Wuxian maybe doesn't really return from the Burial Mounds alive and Lan Wangji finds out during the Sunshot Campaign and I'm so hyped. Had some really strong cliffhangers in this story and the built-up to the happy ending was devastating. Featuring beautiful art by @sweetlittlevampire Excerpt: As if his strings were cut, Wei Ying crumbled to the ground, his head meeting the floor with a sickening sound, and Lan Wangji was on his feet immediately, Wangji clattering to the ground with a dissonant sound. “Wei Ying!” He sat next to the prone form, his hand shakily reaching for a shoulder, the other a wrist. So still. Not moving. No pulse. “Lan Zhan?” His voice was groggy, as if from far away. Lan Wangji was still holding his wrist, and tried to still his own heartbeat at the lack of one from Wei Ying. “What- Hey!” Wei Ying was on his feet within the next second, his hand withdrawn, and Lan Wangji stared up at him. “What did you do?!” His voice was suddenly sharp, accusing, unforgiving. The flute, that cursed black flute, was in his hands, pointed at Lan Wangji like a knife. Lan Wangji stared, unblinking, as realization seemed to dawn on Wei Ying, as his brows drew together. “You made me say that, with that song! How- Why-”

pov lan wangji, canon divergence, temporary character death, sunshot campaign, major character death, sentient burial mounds, hurt wei wuxian, hurt lan wangji, not actually unrequited love, wei wuxian's three months in the burial mounds, fix-it, somebody lives/not everybody dies

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[saederkrupps]

i think the hate for "miscommunication" in stories is undeserved. miscommunication is part of Being Alive, everyone experiences. you as the viewer think "ugh this is so annoying, why don't they just say what they really mean/why don't they clear it up" but in reality everyone is always miscommunication its a fundamental part of being alive and interacting with people.... im the lone defender of miscommunication tropes ok. i support u

[geraskierfanficprompts]

Prompt 134

Jaskier sits in the clouds, and sings colors and vibrancy into the world he passes by. His clouds take him across the continent from a bird's eye view. He'll lounge on his stomach, and strum his lute, and sing down below him, and watch the life of the villages he passes become more lush. The villages marvel at the skies, and the plants, and the birds, and the butterflies, and even their own clothing, as it seems more colorful than usual, and it's all because of Jaskier, the rainbow, having passed by. He loves making people happy, with his songs and colors. When he sees a village taken by tragedy, he sends them good tidings in the forms of his rainbows. Beautiful beacons of hope, as well as a stairway for the lost souls. A way to climb to their new home instead of turning into some horrid ghastly creature witchers hunt. ... Witchers. Now that's something that intrigues Jaskier. He's never been able to catch one. They seem to run from his colors. His songs. Sulking all alone in the gray. But when he catches one, he promises himself he'll make sure the witcher sees every beauty possible. Jaskier climbs down the staircase of a rainbow and decides to nap in his favorite meadow. Jaskier wakes up to a sword against his neck. Hm. He looks up and spots- "A witcher!" He grins. "What... are you?" "I am a rainbow!" "...What?" "I'm a rainbow! Would you like to see? I could make some things more colorful, or paint in the sky, or make a rainbow to show you-" "You needn't go through the trouble." "Pleaaasse? Please can I show you!? You witchers are always in the grayest parts of the world! Let me give you color, please? Please, mister witcher?" "I was sent here to kill you. The nearest village believes you to be a troublesome fae intent on tricking them." "All because I made their begonias pinker?" "It appears so." "Well, I'd rather like to ignore the 'kill me' part going forward with our new companionship." "Our what?" "I'm going to show you beauty, Witcher. Just you wait!"

[ck2k18]

"I physically injure my blorbos" "I give them more trauma" "i kill their parents" all basic. Wanna talk about REAL torture? I make them gay and in love with their best friend.

[butterflysonnets]

yes i'm rooting for m*leven breakup because byler is neat but mostly? i'm rooting for m*leven breakup for the sake of el and mike.

to me, their romance was always a puppy love born out of a combination of social pressures, naïve curiosity, and a lack of true understanding regarding intimacy and romantic love and what it really is. it was real in that they do truly, deeply care about each other and they are close friends, maybe even shared an attraction, but a maturing romance is so much more than that. they've grown up and out of being boyfriend/girlfriend, and that's okay! i think television/film needs to show more often that most of us don't have definite "soulmates" or first childhood loves that we spend our whole lives with. it doesn't mean these relationships meant nothing and didn't impact us, it just means they've run their course and that something else is in the cards, and this is part of life!

i've always felt el was at her best and most confident self when broken up with mike, discovering who she was and what she liked alongside another girl her age instead of just relying on mike for mentorship on how to live in the real world. she deserves more of an opportunity to find herself, her autonomy, and her independence, and to love who she is, and she's made it clear she's felt insecure in the relationship with mike because she isn't being loved and understood the way she wants, needs, and deserves from someone who is her partner.

also, it's okay if mike doesn't love her in "the way he should". he is not obligated to love her romantically and stay in a relationship with her just because she's a girl, because she "needed someone", or because he cares about her a lot. he shouldn't be pressured into a romance if it's not truly coming from his heart. he deserves freedom to find out and honour who he is, too, instead of just staying in his non-functional first relationship — one he got into as a child, essentially — and defining himself that way because it's what's expected when a boy and a girl are close. he loves her in some way, yes, but it's okay if he doesn't feel comfortable or secure being her boyfriend anymore, for whatever reason that is. he's felt insecure too, and that's valid and it matters.

they are their own people and are steadily growing and changing every day. they need time to figure out who those people are, and it's become clear (at least in my opinion) that those people aren't meant to be a couple at this stage.

they deserve freedom. they deserve to grow up and be authentic to themselves and not feel like they need to lie for the sake of a relationship. they deserve to move on from this version of their relationship that isn't making them happy and rekindle the best part of their bond: their strong, beautiful friendship. they don't have to be a couple if it doesn't make them stronger and better and happier people.

i think it would be healthy and wonderful for a show, especially one consumed frequently by young adults, to show a relationship starting, progressing, and ending on good terms in this way. sometimes things don't work out, and that is okay.

[foursaints]

thinking about pandora again

AUTISM GIRL!! with her big pale unsettling eyes and sallow cheeks and heart-shaped face and knobby knees. she’s like something that would crawl from a lake & drag you to your death in a fable… xeno was her favorite author, and fifteen years older than her, and she was a weirdo student who ran off to marry that old man (scandalous!)

if she had lived i think she would have been the ministry’s most unruly cursebreaker, and she would have quietly filled rosier manor with pilfered artifacts like the villain from an indiana jones movie, and she would have crowsfeet & pale yellow hair to her knees, and bill weasley would have WORSHIPPED her during his internship.

i hate the idea of her in cutesy tiktok clothes. i dislike the idea of her as fashionable? that’s another oddball child from Rosier House… she was brought up in ancient motheaten hand-me-downs from her grandmother & fraying cardigans & muddy nightgowns she dragged on the floor. she dresses like evan (soft fabrics, baggy silhouettes, for comfort) with her tangled hair limp in her face but she has a magpie impulse that he doesn’t— she collects bangles and bottle-caps and bird-skulls and beads to wear all at once…

i associate her with weather-based magic a lot? i think her magic has a lot of whims (works cited: blowing herself up). i see her accidental childhood-magic to have involved the grotesque (reanimating roadkill), yes, but more frequently bringing the outside weather indoors. if it’s storming outside, it rains in the twins’ room as well. pandora has trouble with boundaries (indoors/outdoors, alive/undead, herself/her brother) and blurs them. her magic smells like ozone & singed hair.

[edwinisms]

banging my head against the wall every time I see someone reblogging a post of mine with tags mentioning the ‘unrequited confession’. we have been OVER this it is NOT a case of unrequited romantic love it is completely canonically up in the air as a possibility. listen to jayden revri himself and be enlightened i am begging you

[neonpaperlanterns]

the player and dogday have feelings for eachother but player feels undeserving of dogday´s kidness and trust, like they are tricking him somehow, and they are too damaged and guilty to even act on their feelings (they are oblivious of dogday´s feelings btw)

[A/n: I wrote this at like 2 in the morning. If it's bad you can blast me for it.]

I don't deserve to say I love you

It wasn’t fair or well maybe it was. Maybe this was your punishment for everything you’ve done and should have done. For every red flag that went ignored as you continued on like nothing was wrong. Like you didn't know something was off. No this wasn't fair but it was absolutely earned. 

It was deserved.

You deserved this. You just never thought it would happen. How could you? Did anyone ever really expect to fall in love? Though you should have. With his sweet words and soft assurances DogDay had wormed his way under your skin and into your heart. 

And oh the way he looked at you. As if you had hung the moon and created the stars. He gazed at you like you were something special. Something worth saving. 

  You knew deep down that you were only privy to those gentle looks because of what you didn't do. If you had just done something, anything then there is a chance that DogDay never would have ended up like this. Wouldn't have to call you Angel and thank you for saving them because he wouldn't have to be saved in the first place. 

Yet you were selfish and terrible and most likely going to hell; but you couldn’t or maybe wouldn’t stop yourself from trying to be as close to DogDay as possible. 

Was it really so wrong to want a touch of kindness?

The answer is yes, at least in this instance. But this was your punishment. To love someone who could never love you back. To have that someone so close yet you couldn’t breach that remaining gap. Your love would fester and it would grow and grow until you were consumed by it. This is what you earned and you would swallow it down no matter how much it choked you.

Because as much as you loved DogDay you could never tell him. That is the one thing you didn’t deserve.

[03junkie]

prompt: night || @rosekillermicrofic || word count: 717 || I rec listening to ‘nights like this’ by the kid laroi

The room is dark, the only light being the shitty bulb on the brink of burning out in the living room. Evan is silent when removing his jacket and setting it on the couch that he knew was in the corner of the room. He ran rough fingers through his hair, raking out the pomade that seemed to glue his hair together. He didn’t want to be loud in case Barty was asleep, which he most likely wasn’t. He grabbed a beer from their fridge, tossing the bottle cap onto the counter.

His bedroom is cold (just how he liked it) and the lights were turned to red. He stripped off his sweaty tee, tossing it onto the floor. His bed looked especially inviting today, after a long day dealing with the sermon-esque teachings of his fathers. The gold cross chain was cold against his clavicle; it was a piece of his roots, and a reminder of what he wasn’t allowed to do. It didn’t really stop him from doing what he wished to, but it brought along an insane guilt that didn’t cease to exist.

He heaves a deep breath, falling backwards onto the duvet, head hitting the pillow. He’s tired, but not particularly sleepy as yet. It was always exhausting to be around his father, with his ideologies that seemed to remain stagnant even when the world moved on. If only the man knew half the things that were happening in the Rosier bloodline. He drank a sip from his bottle awkwardly, setting it down on the floor after he was done.

His door creaked open, revealing Barty, who entered the room. He settled himself in Evan’s duvet, lighting a cigarette. His head rested against the wall, eyes shut as smoke poured out of his mouth. His green-black hair appeared wholly black in the red light, an almost similar shade to his eyes. Barty offered the cigarette to Evan who accepted it. He inhaled, long and deep. He looked up at Barty, whose eyes were now open. He was looking at Evan, who blew out smoke into the atmosphere of his room.

‘Tough day?’ He asked, taking the cigarette back.

‘Is it that obvious?’ Barty smiled, a small, personal thing.

‘No. The cross is visible today, is all. It’s almost never on display.’ Barty was pointing to Evan’s chest with the cigarette, dropping ash onto his bed.

‘Not everyday I get to bask in the glory of a backwards-thinking father.’ Evan huffed a laugh, though it sounded strangely strangled.

‘You want me to do something for you?’ Evan looked at Barty, who appeared to be upside-down from his perspective.

‘Nah, all I need is to get out of these jeans.’

Evan stood up, stalking to his closet to get a pair of sweatpants. His bottle of beer was forgotten on the floor, creating a puddle of condensation. He stepped out of his denims, leaving them where they were. When he returned to his original position on the bed, he noticed that Barty had a dazed look in his eyes.

‘What?’ He asked, opting to seat himself closer to Barty. He pulled the covers over his legs.

‘Have you ever desired something so much that it could be considered a form of worship?’ Evan laughed. ‘It was a serious question, Ev.’

‘I don’t think,’ Barty gnawed on his bottom lip.

‘You must have something. Anything that you would lay your life down for.’ Evan thought long and hard, eyes transfixed on Barty.

‘I really doubt I’ve ever wanted anything that bad. Maybe, like, a dream car when I was 16.’ Barty’s expression neutralised, like someone put out a candle that's burning inside him. He took a drag of his cigarette, sinking his head deeper into the pillow.

They were both facing each other, a layer of smoke separating them. Barty was staring at a spot on Evan’s chest. He reached out to touch the cross that had now fallen askew. He put his fingers around it, which grazed Evan’s collarbone. His knuckles were white around the pendant, and Evan had to pry his fingers off so he wouldn’t hurt himself. There were deep indents of the corners of the cross in Barty’s palm.

‘Nights like this make me wish that I was the object of your worship.’

[mileven11forever]

Hey! I disagree with you completely but I respect that you seem to be a kind and respectful Mileven. So I’m curious.

What would you say to the idea that if Mileven is endgame, based on the way the story has been written especially in S4 (with Will being in every Mileven shot, Will’s painting inspiring Mike to monologue to El, paralleling Byler to Rovickie and other ships, just the whole story of building out Will’s feelings for Mike over 4 seasons in what would be a slowburn rejection if you’re right), the Duffers have inherently crafted a homophobic and problematic story?

Most Bylers don’t just believe Byler endgame makes the most sense for the story, nor do we just believe it would be queerbaiting because of promotion outside the show. We believe the story itself is deeply problematic when viewed through a Mileven endgame lens.

The idea that this kid Will would go through all of this suffering and that they’d emphasize the bond between Mike and Will in this way… the idea that Will would say “I’m not gonna fall in love” in S3 because he doesn’t believe there’s love for gay kids like him… the idea of the painting veiled confession… the idea that the writers would have Byler literally end the season together side by side alongside other canon couples… only to have Mike reject Will in S5?

We believe that to be horribly homophobic writing, so to us it’s not simply a question of which ship we like more like other ship wars in history, but a real moral line in the sand. We believe it’s either Byler endgame, or the show falls apart, and the writers have explaining to do.

It’s not that hypothetical story of a gay kid falling in love with his straight best friend is homophobic, it’s the specific narrative choices that would be surrounding Mileven endgame in this context, each of them completely avoidabl, each of them specific decisions the writers made.

Additionally, Bylers believe Mileven endgame would A) make the show’s writing weaker and less meaningful, B) make the show make significantly less sense from a writing standpoint, and C) go against the main themes of the narrative.

Lastly, if Will were a girl, based on the way Mileven and Byler have both been written, there’s no way Milevens wouldn’t see the clear love triangle. The only reason it’s difficult for some to see it is because of heteronormativity and the idea that Mike is straight because he has a girlfriend. If you remove that, there aren’t any barriers to at least seeing the clear triangle.

Thoughts?

I honestly just disagree. I don't think there's anything wrong with the story and the way it's being told. Will being in Mileven shots in season 4 is because it was from his POV in those moments. Will's painting didn't really inspire Mike's monologue, he just helped Mike find the courage to tell El how he really feels. And I don't really see the parallels people point out as being significant proof of anything. I do think Will's story will involve being rejected by Mike, while also being accepted by Mike as a friend. That's just what his story is, that's something a lot of queer people go through, there's nothing wrong with writing a character having to deal with and overcome that. I think it'll be an important part of Will's arc and character development. I don't see anything problematic or homophobic with any of that personally.

Yes, Will has suffered a lot unfortunately, but that's just his story, that's how life is for some people. He's unlucky and has just happened to be in these awful situations throughout his life, but that has nothing to do with Mike or his feelings. It's sad, but that's just how it is. Just like Will can't control how he feels about Mike, Mike can't control how he feels either, and that he loves El and just loves Will as a friend. It sucks that Will fell for his straight best friend, but that happens lots in real life too. And yeah, Will thinks he can't have love like everyone else because of his sexuality, and because of the time and place he lives in, which sucks, but also doesn't mean that he's automatically going to end up with his childhood crush. I think he should end up with someone eventually, but I just don't think it can be Mike. He needs to learn that he can have love and be loved, but just how he can't choose his sexuality, Mike can't either. They both can't change who they are, and that's ok.

I do think the painting will come up at some point and probably lead to Will's confession to Mike, but again, that's just Will finally sharing his feelings which has nothing to do with how Mike will respond. It'll be complicated, but Mike isn't going to just suddenly fall in love with Will when he finds out the truth about the painting.

And Mike and Will stand together at the end because they're friends. Just because the other pairs happen to be couples doesn't mean Byler is going to be endgame. That would be ridiculous in my opinion. I really don't understand when Bylers look so deep into little details like this and use that as evidence, it could literally mean nothing, or something other than Byler.

Once again, I don't think the writing choices the Duffers have made are homophobic, they just want to tell Will's story a certain way, and I don't see a problem with it.

I just don't agree. I think Mileven endgame is good writing, I think Byler endgame would make no sense. Mileven doesn't make the messages of the show any less meaningful in my opinion.

And yeah, I think that's probably true for some people. Heteronormativity is very prevalent and some people are definitely in denial about the obvious love triangle. I accept that there is a love triangle there, I just don't agree with a lot of people on how it will be resolved. Will likes Mike, El likes Mike, and Mike likes El. That's how I see it. I feel like the show has made this clear, and it's obvious which couple is actually happening in the canon story. Some Bylers just read a lot of meaning into things that I don't think was meant to be read like that.

If anyone has anything else to add, leave a comment or reblog this post.

[etheries1015]

Hello there! I was wondering if you could write a Meleanor x reader.

It could be any kind of scenario i don't really have specific request. Sorry if my english is bad, it's not my first language btw.

Have a nice day/afternoon/evening!!

Sorry for the late response! Slowly but surely getting to my inbox after my little hiatus. heuheuheu.

I like this!! I can't say I've seen a Meleanor X reader yet! I love Mama Draconia and I too would want to court this woman. heuehueheu. thank you for this request!

Meleanor X reader - Flower crowns

General warnings: Gender neutral reader, taking place when you two were younger. Not very age specific, just classify it as first love!

TW: None! Just fluff. and lightning. but tis' what comes with falling in love with this hot headed fae <3

The princess always left you in awe. Her beautiful black long hair and marks of a dragon across her forehead always left you enamored- her beauty was beyond compare to that of any other fae you set your eyes upon. Although she did have a temper...and often attempted to strike you with lightning every time your feeble pick-up lines were below her standards...

However, the only thing you could think of as you watched the fae princess sitting against the tree was how ethereal she would look with vibrant flowers adorning her slick black hair and midnight horns. Meleanor was asleep against the tree, while you were now sitting on the grass a bit of a distance away with your legs folded and flowers in your grasp.

You wouldn't classify as being the best flower crown weaver to exist. It took a few times of unraveling and re-wrapping, even having to venture out into the woods to grab more flowers. Finally, you have finished creating your masterpiece. A flower crown with a vibrant variety of colors. Forget-me-nots, daisies, petals from peonies, marigolds, begonias, and the ever-so-popular red roses and thorns to match. You glanced down at your handiwork and looked back up to the sleeping fae. Even underneath the dusk of the setting sun, she was breathtakingly stunning. You crawled up to the fae crown in hand, before lifting it carefully above her sleeping form and setting it gently upon her head careful not to rouse her from her deep sleep.

You simply basked in this moment, watching Meleanors chest raise slightly and parted lips exhale gently. You were surprised when she hadn't woken up with your rustling, so you decided she must truly be exhausted from her duties (of constantly running away from her knight's eyes simply to be with you). You also found yourself yawning, removing your own jacket to cover the princess before leaning against the other side of the tree and lulling into sleep rather quickly.

You were woken up by lightning.

It startled you awake, but your reflexes were fast enough to dodge before it made contact. Looking up you saw a tall, angry Meleanor standing above you with her hands upon her hips and a scowl upon her face with bright rosey cheeks to match.

"Explain what this is," She abruptly said, pointing to the crown on her head to which a few petals had fallen to her black cloak and royal dress. You pursed your lips then smiled, showing her a toothy grin.

"A flower crown," You replied, "You look lovely, like a gorgeous blooming garden. The flowers truly do flatter you, my princess."

You were struck by lightning. Again. And she missed, again.

"Save me from your silly theatrics and cease your horrible flirting!" Although the words she spoke were exasperated, you could tell by the blush on her cheeks that she did not, in fact, dislike what transpired. Your words affected her greatly, she wasn't sure how to handle her strong emotions and beating heart. You chuckled at this and stood up, your hands hiding behind your back. This movement did not go unnoticed by the princess.

Meleanor aggressively grabbed your arm and pulled it forward. Upon seeing the first hand, she grabbed the other one to do the same. They were riddled in cuts and bruises from handling the thorned roses and picking of flowers, her eyes widening at this revelation.

"Come here," She grunted, pulling your arm and dragging you to the castle doors.

"You know i'm not allowed in the castle," You sighed, "I'm just a commoner. They will kick me out as soon as I step foot inside of there. AND you're gonna get in trouble with your parents." Meleanor huffed and shot you an annoyed glance, grey clouds overhead an obvious marker of her mood.

"Do you not think I am already aware of this fact? I have many ways of getting inside the castle away from prying eyes. Now shut your mouth and trust me!"

"Awe...does the princess have a soft spot for poor me? Are you going to kiss my wounds all better, Meleanor?"

Although another blast of lightning interrupted your incredulous flirting, she pursed her lips and paused in the middle of heading toward her secret entrance.

"...Perhaps just this once." You furrowed your eyebrows and tilted your head in confusion, mouth hung slightly open. You couldn't see what expression the princess held, for she was turned away whilst her hand remained on your arm trembling ever so slightly. Before you could inquire her statement, she continued.

"As a reward for this...'flower crown'...I shall grant you your wish. Just this once!" The fae took a deep breath in and turned around to face you, face red as a rose and puckered lips she placed them against your own. You gasped in shock at the sudden contact, unable to form a proper reaction before she was already turned back around and pulling you towards the castle at a rapid pace. You smiled fondly staring at the rambunctious fae in front of you, the flowers of the crown you weaved fluttering with every step she took.

If only she could hear just how loud your heart was beating.

~~~

[scytheclawz]

If Jonathan had enough insight to find an air pocket underwater while he was about to drown I'm pretty sure he'd be observant enough to pick up on the fact that Speedwagon had the hots for him.

I know Jona is not the best at catching social cues but Speedy isn't really subtle about his feelings...

[chaos0pikachu]

man Khao really got a chokehold on y'all b/c Ray ain't do nothing but be drunk, jealous and throw up on ppls shoes and y'all out here writing woobie essays already