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thefanficmonster · 3 years ago

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It’s Only Fair

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)

Warnings: Swearing, Minor Spoilers for RE8: Village

Genre: FLUFF, Humor, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: It’s all fun and games while Corpse is simping over Lady Dimitrescu, seeing as how Y/N herself isn’t immune to that woman’s charms. However, things get ‘serious’ when Corpse has to deal with his girlfriend making heart eyes at the hammer wielding final lord - Heisenberg.

Requested by Anon. Hi darling! Thank you so much for this incredible request - it hit close to home, not gonna lie hehe. Thank you so much for the opportunity you gave me with this request, I had a ton of fun turning it into a fic and I hope you have at least half as much fun reading it! Love, Vy ❤

“Correct me if I’m wrong, but doesn’t Heisenberg remind you of Lucas from the seventh game? I don’t know, all this speakers communication is giving me flashbacks I’m not too fond of. That guy traumatized me.“ Y/N shudders in her seat from where she’s observing Corpse’s gameplay while keeping tabs on the speeding chat, answering as many of the comments as she can.

“No idea. Never played the game.“ Corpse wheezes out, feeling the pressure’s on and working up a little bit of a sweat seeing as how this is the last lord he’ll have to battle before probably having to square up with Mother Miranda. The fact he’s running low on ammo has been stressing him out but luckily he has Y/N there to comfort him every time. She doesn’t even need to use words to do so or even ask him what’s wrong - just placing her hand on his knee allows him to feel relaxed and as though everything will be alright even though it probably won’t be if he doesn’t collect some money, ammo or supplies for making ammo soon.

“Wooow, fake fan, huh?“ Y/N pokes his side teasingly, “No, nevermind, I know exactly why you chose to play this, skipping all the previous ones in the process.“ She prods on, continuing to mess with Corpse who gives her a side-smile after having held on a still face for such a long time, features frozen in his focused and on-edge state.

He rolls his eyes, deciding to play her game, “Oh yeah? Why do you think that is?”

She scoffs, “Maybe cause thee other games don’t have 9ft tall vampire ladies? I don’t know, I’m just shooting in the dark here.” She delivers another poke to his side, giggling devilishly as she does so.

Corpse quickly takes hold of her hand, murmuring: “Maybe...” under his breath before bringing it to his lips and giving her knuckles a kiss.

Y/N wiggles her hand free from his grasp, mock-offended by his words, “Knew it! I freaking- Whoa, hello there, sir.” She cuts herself off as the game enters into a scripted cutscene, showing off the final lord in all his glory. “Who is you?”

“Y/N, Heisenberg. Heisenberg, Y/N.” Corpse laughs, “I forgot you missed the episode where he was first introduced.”

“Damn do I regret that now.“ She whispers, eyes glued to the game instead of the screen of her laptop where she’s been fetching comments flying by. No one can blame the girl, she’s got a justified reason to be distracted. “Wish we met sooner, Mr. Heisenberg.“

Corpse finds his jaw on the floor in an instant as his head snaps to face his girlfriend, “Excuse me, what’s that supposed to mean?!”

Y/N frowns, narrowing her eyes at her boyfriend as she finally brings herself to tear her eyes off the screen where now the game has been paused. “What? You now get to complain? After I didn’t say shit about you drooling all over Lady Dimitrescu? It’s only fair I get my own simp-worthy subject, don’t you think?”

Corpse rolls his eyes, “This deal doesn’t seem like it’ll benefit you much - I get a hot, classy and rich vampire lady and you get...” he motions at the screen, his face twisting in a displeased expression, “...him.��

“Oh trust me, I’ll be perfectly benefited, don’t ya worry.“ She shoots him a wink, cackling quietly yet evilly at the shock-disappointment het comment is met with on her boyfriend’s part. “What?“ She asks though laughter, “He’s hella hot!“

“Ok, that’s it.“ Corpse gets up, pushing the desk chair Y/N’s sitting in forward, rolling it on its wheels towards the door, “You’ll be in exile until this chapter’s done with. I can’t have you simping all over the place, it’s bad for business. I mean, if you fall for guys who look like him, God knows what people will think I look like.“

“Well, you do need a shower but...“ Y/N comments through a fit of giggles, kicking her legs as to get up and off the chair but by the time she’s able to react, he’s already rolled her out in the hallway and shut the door of the recording room behind himself as though she can’t just open it and walk back in. Which is exactly what she does, much to his dismay - but she only pokes her head inside, “You’re right, it’s bad for your image, so I’ll clarify.“ She clears her throat, raising her voice as for it to be picked up by Corpse’s mic from across the room, “The two men in question don’t look at all alike, folks! Heisenberg is way hotter than Corpse!“

“OUT!“ Corpse shouts, sounding as threatening as he can while laughing his ass off alongside Y/N who has followed his ‘order‘ and stepped out in the hallway where her laughter can still be heard. “Guess the longer I don’t shower, the hotter I’ll appear to Y/N. Remind me to buy myself a cape as well. Wonder how much factories cost around the West Coast...“

“COPYCAT!“ Comes Y/N’s shout from outside the door, causing Corpse to break out in another fit of laughter.

Never did Corpse think he’d be trying to cop the ranks of a video game villain but here he is, actually googling the price of cape coats and he’s never felt more bemused with himself - ok, that may or may not be a lie considering he’s really digging the coats he finds for sale online.

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djarinispunk · 4 years ago

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Beautiful, Dirty, Rich - Loki Laufeyson Mafia AU

Chapter Three - Cruel Intentions

Walking into the crowded ballroom, Loki couldn't help but wonder what had become of the company. After the sight of the girl on the floor in the hallway, he was concerned just who was being allowed to live comfortably in the association he worked so hard for. Soon it would all change.

"I'd recognise that hair anywhere, Loki Laufeyson." Loki turned to see the face behind the voice, smirking when he saw the face of Charles Buckley.

"Charlie, its been a while." the two embraced, truly Loki was glad to see a familiar face among all the partygoers.

"And whose fault is that?" Charlie smirked with his words. The two retired to the far side of the room, away from prying eyes.

"I had business to attend to." Loki said bluntly, scanning the room. One thing he hadn't missed when away was the pompous side of the Mafia; the parties, the social climbing, the nature of it all was boring to him. At least when he was away he could get away with not attending. Now not so much with his father breathing down his neck.

"Still slaving away for your old man?" Charlie joked, although the humour was lost on Loki as he shot him a glare.

"I have to be prepared for when I take over." Loki said with a hardened voice, to which Charlie only nodded. Loki did a double take when he saw the familiar greying hair, excusing himself from Charlie with a strained voice, "I'll catch up with you later Charles."

Loki made his way to his father, keeping his head down to avoid the unnecessary small talk from members who only seemed to want to talk about how he'd 'grown up' since they last saw him. Of course he had, it had been five years since he even set foot in New York, he wasn't he boy he used to be.

"Father." Loki spoke through a dry throat, it wasn't that he was nervous per se, he rarely got nervous. He just always dreaded conversations with his father, he had a way of making him feel weak, and that was one thing Loki made sure he wasn't — not anymore.

Laufey turned around, his eyebrow arching at the sight of his son, "Loki, glad you could make it." his voice was smooth as he spoke, taking in his sons appearance.

"Of course."

Laufey took a glance around the room before speaking again, "There is something of importance that I need to discuss with you."

Loki's ears seemed to prick up at the statement, staring at his father with a furrowed brow, "What?"

Laufey shook his head as if that answered Loki's question. Only speaking when Loki gave him a glare, "Later, Loki. Enjoy the party."

And with that his father waltzed away in his regal glory; as if the world revolved around him. In a way it did. In a way Laufey was the sun and his minions orbiting around him were the inferior planets.

Still reeling from his fathers words, Loki took to the bar. He didn't want to become sloppy, he only wanted to take the pressure away that was constantly buzzing at his cranium. He felt significantly less tense upon throwing back a third glass of Whiskey. He noticed a presence sidle up beside him, he relaxed upon seeing it was only Charlie.

"You look tense" Loki commented, taking in the way his friend's teeth were grinding.

Charlie shook his head, knocking back a shot of a clear liquid, "It's nothing, lets just say I will never understand the opposite sex."

Loki smirked slightly, "I should have known."

The two men gathered their drinks to turn and face the room. the party was still very much in full effect, if not more so than before. Loki's eyes narrowed however, at the sight of his father with a new companion.

"Charlie," Loki got his slightly inebriated friends attention, "What do you know about that?" he pointed to where his father was discussing something with the man to his left. The two looked deep in conversation, prompting Loki's interest to pique.

"Oh, that's Alexander Ellison." Charlie spoke, gesturing to the bartender for a refill, Loki rolled his eyes in response.

"Yes I am aware of that Charles," the venom in his voice caused Charlie to refrain from drinking, setting the glass down against the wooden bar.

Charlie sighed, "Whilst you were away Ellison seemed to work his way up the rankings, and your father seemed to enjoy having someone to do his bitch work for him."

"What exactly are you saying Charles." Loki snapped, eyes zeroing in on the man laughing beside his father.

"Its not my place to say, its all just rumours."

Loki shot him a glare, he wouldn't be able to get out of this one.

Charlie took a moment to readjust his tie, clearing his throat before speaking, "There are rumours among the caporegime that he is in the running to become Laufey's underboss."

Loki tried to keep his composure, but he found himself speechless. How could his father do this, it was always said Loki would be the one to serve as underboss. His veins burned with anger, this couldn't be right.

But then, why else would his father want to talk to him later?

Loki's nostrils flared with rage the longer he stared at the man — Alexander. Of course, the second Loki was out of the picture his father would go behind his back. He should've seen this coming. He cursed himself for being so foolish. He held his drink with an iron grip, trying desperately not to just shoot the man only a few feet away from him. Oh what Loki would give to watch the blood pour from his skull, him — his competition. He vowed he wouldn't give Laufey the chance to undermine him. Loki needed a plan, one to get rid of Alexander Ellison.

"I see." was all Loki said, taking another sip from his glass.

Charlie had nothing to respond, he was just glad Loki didn't take his anger out on the messenger. Instead, the pair remained silent, watching the party unfold before their eyes.

It was then as if Loki felt a shift in the room, his eyes moved on their own accord, only stopping when they reached their destination. He was only slightly surprised to see the same girl who had made a fool of herself earlier crossing the room. His eyes remained glued on her as she seemed to assess her surroundings, seeking refuge in a friendly face much like he had when he first entered. He smirked slightly when he saw her fail to conceal a grimace.

He knew the feeling all too well.

It was only when Loki saw the direction in which se was heading that the cogs really began turning in his head. The man — Alexander, embraced her, kissing her cheeks. Trophy wife was his first thought but the greeting between them was too awkward. He beckoned Charlie once more.

"Who is she?" he asked, nodding towards the three.

"Her?" Loki only nodded, eyes still fixed on the girl. "That's Ellison's daughter, she's recently come back from Paris, studying or..something, I cant remember."

"How do you know this?"

"Her best friend, Sophia is my.." Charlie began but Loki spared him the awkward fumbling, he didn't care about Charlies relationships.

"I see." Loki said, a smirk curling onto his face. His mind was running rampage with the new information. The daughter of his competition, it was almost too easy.

Corruption was arguably one of Loki's greatest skills, and he knew how to use it to his advantage. A pawn in his game is what he needed, and with you, he had it.

He thanked the gods above at the timing of his father calling him over. Loki put aside his anger for him, he'd come back to it later. For now he was focused on you, he crossed the room to join his father.

"This is my son, Loki." he heard his father speak as he joined the three. The look that crossed your face didn't surprise him, a mixture of shock and annoyance. He couldn't really blame you after your meeting earlier. He didn't think too much of it, he knew ways to make you talk.

"It's a pleasure to meet you." Loki took your hand, placing a chaste kiss against the soft skin. He then eyed you up and down. Having you as a part of his game was fun as it was, but it certainly helped that you looked the way you did.

You were beautiful, there was no denying that.

You offered him only a nod in return, mouth still twisted in displeasure. Loki kept his eyes fixed on you, watching as you failed to maintain the contact. It was fun to watch you squirm.

"Loki, I haven't seen you for some time." your father's hand distracted Loki from you, he shook it, albeit with some reluctance.

"And you are?" Loki knew the quip would get him in trouble, but it was worth it to catch the slight smirk you wore upon seeing your father's face drop.

Laufey cleared his throat, "Loki, this is Alexander Ellison, I trust you simply couldn't place the face to the name, correct?" to anyone else the tone of Laufey's voice was smooth, but Loki caught the hidden threat behind his words.

"Ah yes Alexander, I've heard great things about you during my absence." Loki spoke, watching the way the man wore a wounded expression. One thing all men in the mafia shared was their inflated ego's, and it was fun to bruise your fathers.

"I hope it would not be uncouth for me to ask for your daughter to join me for a drink? Purely to welcome her back to New York." Loki watched as your eyes shot to his own, a look of discontent painted across your features.

Alexander seemed to forget you were even to his side, he only offered a nod, placing a hand on your back to gesture for you to join Loki. The hand of your father was quickly replaced by Loki's, but not for long as you instantly shimmied away from then contact when you were out of sight from your father. Together the two of you made your way to the bar.

"What would you like to drink?" Loki asked, watching as you settled into the stool.

"I don't want a drink, and I don't want to sit with you." you spoke, facing forwards, not wanting to even give Loki the satisfaction of looking at him.

"So why did you agree to?"

You scoffed, "I didn't agree, my father did."

"Is there a difference?"

You gave him an incredulous look, "Yes? In case you forgot, let me remind you of how you acted like an asshole within the first minute of meeting me."

"Ah yes, I should apologise for that, it was rude of me." Loki rested an arm on the table to get a better view of you.

You sighed, finally turning to look at Loki, "I don't know what you think you're going to achieve by trying to flirt but I can promise you now, nothing is going to happen."

Loki's eyebrow arched at your words, a wave of rejection rolling off of him, "You think I'm flirting?" his voice was smooth as honey, eyes glistening with mischief, "Don't flatter yourself, like I said, I'm merely welcoming you back to New York."

"How do you know I've been away?" you replied, eyes narrowing the more Loki spoke.

"I know everything darling."

Everything about Loki was smug; his words, his body language, everything about him was a performance.

A performance you didn't want to get involved with.

"Whatever Loki, you don't scare me." you sighed, turning back to face forward, you couldn't stand how attractive he was even when he was being a dick.

Loki rose to his feet, bending a few inches so that his mouth was mere millimetres away from your ear. You couldn't hide the way you froze at his proximity.

"Oh but you should be scared of me, I have a feeling were gong to be seeing a lot more of each other. I think it would be wise for you to put aside your reluctance towards me," he pulled away momentarily to reach for a flute of champagne sitting on a silver tray, placing the drink directly in front of you.

"Enjoy the rest of your night, darling."

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how-masterful · 5 years ago

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Call Him Master

Dhawan!master x reader

Summary: Stuck on a plane with no way out, the Doctor and team tardis find that their newest travelling companion and MI6 ally aren't who they appear to be after all.

Notes: This is my first published fic! I knew I had to rewrite this scene and add some reader insert to it, I hope you all enjoy! ❤ all feedback is greatly appreciated!

O's eyes went dark, face settling from his guilty expression to a deep, unsettling glare.

"Got me...well done."

You bit your lip and held back a smirk, gripping the fabric of your gown in anticipation as confusion travelled across the face's of everyone on the plane.

"Whats going on, Doc?" Graham asked, O turning to look at the Doctor and raising his eyebrows. "I don't know" she replied, tilting her head and leaning closer to his face. O let out a chuckled and turned to you, smiling condescendingly. "She doesn't know!" He mocked, causing your smirk to deepen.

"I suggest you all take a look out the window." The four travellers scrambled to the window seats of the plane. You couldn't help but laugh. "How's your house out there?" Graham gulped, confusion lacing his tone. O shrugged his shoulder's. "Its a bit wicked witch of the west, but you get my gist" he mused, the confused ramblings of the companions making you giggle.

"So damn slow, arent they?"

O's eyes turned to you, a sick smile gracing his lips at your comment. You wanted nothing more but to run into his arms there and then. The Doctor stormed down the middle isle towards you, grabbed your arm and yanked you behind her protectively, causing you to roll your eyes. O returned the sentiment, a small growl in his tone. He didn't enjoy seeing you manhandled.

"Who the hell are you?"

O grinned mischievously. "C'mon doctor, catch up- you can do it" the Doctor's gaze met O's, her mind rapidly thinking as the agent before her coaxed her on, practically begging her to figure it out. You held your breath in delight, ready for the penny to drop. And when it did, it was delightful. "Oh!" The Doctor gasped, the pair of you giggling. Her face dropped in horror as she stepped back, holding you behind her, as if protecting you from the man before you.

"That's my name, and that is why I chose it! So satisfying, isn't it dear?" You nodded in agreement, the companions behind you looking remarkably lost. You smirked darkly- they never were that bright.

"Doctor, I did say look for the spymaster" O started, taking an ominous step closer. The Doctor pulled the four of you back, trying to protect you from his predatory stance. Your heart was racing, eyes begging him to finally say what you'd been waiting to hear for months on end.

"Or, should I say spy... master."

Your smile was wide as ever, heart pounding out of your chest. There he was, in all his glory- you hadn't heard that name in so long. And god, he sounded good when he said it. His devious smirk confirmed your hopes: O was well and truly gone, and the Master, your Master, was back. Gone was the wide eyed wonder and innocent facade, gentle nature and humble grin- now he stood over the five of you proud and dangerous, a sight you'd been desperate to see for a very, very long time.

"Hi." The Master gave a playful wave, your smile widening as he stalked towards you, the Doctor standing her ground. "You cant be!" She cried, the Masters smile falling as he gestured to his chest, eyes dark. "I can be, I very much am." The Doctor growled as he scrunched his nose at her, laughing smugly as she covered her mouth- she looked like she was going to be sick.

"So who is he?" Graham asked, the Doctor turning to face you all with wide eyes. You sighed in annoyance and turned to the man. "Oh keep up, will you?" You snapped, before turning back to the master, who wore a devilish grin. "I'm her best enemy. We go way, way back, don't we Doctor?" He jibed, laughing again as the Doctor looked dangerously pale. Ryan frowned in confusion. "So hes not really O?" You shook your head with a dark laugh.

"Of course not" you teased. The Master reached out his hand, all eyes falling on you as you eagerly sauntered down the isle, taking his hand and meeting his proud gaze.

"Call him Master."

You nestled close into the masters side, arms winding around his middle. He hummed in appreciation, arm curling around your waist possessively, your head resting against his shoulder.

"I certainly do"

The Doctor gasped quietly, mouth agape and eyebrows shooting up to her hairline. Her eyes drooped sadly. "Y/N, what are you doing?" She all but whispered, standing before the pair of you. The Master grinned. "Thats it, thats the face I told you about. The face of utter betrayal." The Master gently held your chin, turning your face to meet his gaze. "When she finally realises her shiny new pet was truly mine, all along." You blushed lightly, his tone making you shiver in his grasp.

"Did I do well, Master?" You purred, hand resting on his chest, the comforting symphony of his hearts under your palm.

"You did phenomenal, love" he replied, before pulling your lips to meet his own, crashing them together in a hungry kiss.

"What the hell?" Yaz cried. The four travellers before you gaping at the scene. You'd travelled with them for months, why were you suddenly siding with the man who claimed to be the doctors enemy? You sighed contently as you broke for air, resting your head back on his shoulder and giggling at the faces in front of you. The Master was right- it was so satisfying.

"You didnt think you met the perfect new pet to travel with by accident, did you Doctor?" The Master sneered, glancing at the other companions aboard the plane and brushing the hair away from your face. "Just like myself at MI6, my darling Y/N went undercover and posed as your companion." You waved teasingly, slowly parting from the master and stepping towards the Doctor. "I must admit, it was painful pretending to enjoy your company- but watching you slowly trust me more and more? An absolute thrill."

Ryan tilted his head. "So you knew this would happen, all along?" You nodded, pursing your lips. "I knew what and how, but not when. I may be a good actress, but I too like to be surprised now and again" you giggled, the Master looming over you from behind, watching you intently. The Doctor grabbed your arm and met your eyes, expression hopeful yet sad. The Master snarled lowly, stepping closer to you.

"When did he get you, Y/N? He's hypnotising you, none of this is real." You laughed incredulously, the Doctor tightening her grip. "This isnt the Y/N I know."

You leaned down and smirked triumphantly at her. "He wasnt the O you knew either, but here we are."

The Master smirked as you yanked your arm away, retreating back into the timelords arms and sinking into his embrace. "Speaking of O, poor chap, do you want to see him?" You smiled knowingly, the Master reaching for his inside pocket. "A man close to my hearts...well, my pocket." He slowly produced the matchbox from his jackets inside lining, presenting it to the Doctor and co with delight. He reluctantly moved his arm from your waist.

"Like I told you love, always good to keep a backup of ones work. Tissue compression, its a classic. "

Butterflies swarmed in your stomach, the sight of a miniaturised corpse in the box making the other humans before you practically retch. It was so delightfully him, the Master laughing with pride as the Doctor watched on with pained eyes. His reveal had truly broken her, and you had the best seat in the house. Well, the plane.

"I shrunk him, on the way to work on his first day- stole his identity, and set myself up in MI6. All that was left then was to plant our dear Y/N at the perfect point in your timeline, and watch the magic happen." The Master taunted. He crushed the matchbox in his hand and threw it over his shoulder. "Surprisingly good stuff."

"So you two were working together the whole time?" Graham asked, causing you both to laugh. "Oh yes! And we have had... a LOT of fun." Waves of furious excitement rippled off the Master as you clapped with glee, his eyes alit with manic joy. The Doctor glowered at the sight, rage bubbling in her gut as she watched you both. You'd just ripped the rug out from under her, TWICE, and now you were rubbing your victory in her face. She suddenly gasped.

"I have to warn Barton!" The Doctor stormed down the middle isles, hastilly shoving you into the Masters arms, your hands flying to his shoulders. He instinctively gripped your hips to steady you, comically raising his eyebrows in concern as the doctor burst into the cockpit, dramatically wincing behind her back. The Doctor cried out in shock at the sight of the empty room, returning to the cabin in horror.

"Wheres Barton?! He's not here!" She cried. The Master playfully jumped in terror, pulling you down the plane in mock panic, companions scrabbling behind you. "Oh no, Barton!" He gulped, suddenly pulling you onto his lap, ducking down onto one of the seats.

"What did you do?!" The Doctor yelled, the Master playing with your hair as the humans beside her yelled in terror. You gave a shiver of pleasure as he tucked a strand behind your ear, Graham peeking into the cockpit with trepidation as you raked your nails through his hair. The timelord shivered. "Whos flying the plane?!"

The Masters eyes widened in glee- he was so hoping someone would ask. "Wrong question." He growled, hand on your thigh. You trailed a row of quick kisses down his jaw, your lips against his stubble causing him to practically purr. As much as you loved his clean shaven chin, you absolutely adored his usual beard. He squeezed your thigh teasingly as four sets of terrified eyes landed on you both expectantly. "Check the seat."

A delicious smirk grew on the Masters face as the Doctor ran to the pilot seat of the plane, his hand landing on the small of your back as he guided you up from his lap, following you down the plane. "Cockpit bomb, Doctor!" You declared. "Made from parts I aquired over our little adventures together."

The Master gazed down at you proudly, arm around your waist. "Short fuse, I can relate" he teased, sending a wink your way with a hummed laugh. A blush tinged your cheeks, hands wandering up his jacket collar, his other arm meeting around your waist and cementing you in his grasp. "Mm, i'm loving all this" your hands smoothed out his lapels, the Master chuckling down at you.

"Oh really?"

"Yes really."

"Well, I did dress to impress."

"Mm, that you certainly did."

A playfull giggle escaped your lips, the continuous chaos at the front of the plane the least of your concerns. The Master flashed his ever charming smile, joining your laughter. You bit your lip- even in the middle of all the panic, the Master would never resist a chance to flirt. He loved seeing you hot and bothered too much to hold back. The Master glanced hungrily at your purple gown, raising his eyebrow knowingly.

"Was the purple just for me?"

"You're not the only one aiming to please, master."

The Master purred lowly, grip tightening on the small of your back. The Doctors ramblings flittered through the plane, your attention too focused on the Master to care. He leaned his face in close, hot breath on your cheek causing you to bite your lip. His pupils were blown, raking up and down your form. The moment was close to perfect.

The sound of the Doctors sonic suddenly pulled the Master from your gaze. His face instantly fell, proud grin mutating into a furious sneer as he pushed you behind his back, pointing threateningly at the female timelord. You let out an annoyed growl, narrowing your eyes. Of course she had to ruin your moment. It was all going so well.

"No!" He yelled, practically shaking with anger. "You really think I wouldn't make that sonic proof, Doctor?!" You grasped ahold of his bicep, feeling his trembling rage as you released a huff. He was almost spitting in pure malice.

"C'MON!"

Your hand slid down his arm, his balled fist slowly opening as you slipped your hand into his grasp. You squeezed his palm, grounding him. The Master took a shaking breath, squeezing back.

"Deadlock seal, and I made sure there were no parachutes on board." The Doctor was visibly panicking, raking her hands through her hair. The timer on the bomb continued to tick. Yaz turned to the Master, expression furious.

"Wheres Barton? We saw him coming in!" The master smirked smugly, his grip on your hand tightening. You moved closer to his side. "Pulled away before takeoff- by me" he replied, your other hand snaking over his bicep. The Master turned to glance at you, your devious gaze making him smile. "Stick with us, Yaz" he laughed, sighing contently.

"Because I control... everything. Even these guys!" He finished with a flourish, whistling with a spin and a snap of his fingers.

The roar of the Kaasavin filled the cabin, the creatures pulling themselves out of the plane floor. The Master pulled you tight to his chest, breath shallow. "Hold on tight" he cautioned, the Doctors panicked wail emerging from the cockpit. "I can't do it!" She cried, and the Master laughed triumphantly.

"EVERYBODY GET BACK!"

The timelord slammed the cockpit door shut, the plane suddenly rocking with the force of the explosion. A manic laugh emerged from your throat, your grip tight on the leather seat.

The plane was starting to crash.

The ricocheting bang began to pull the air out of the cabin, a tunnel of wind errupting as the six of you held on for dear life. You kept tight hold of the chair before you, nails digging into the leather as the wind began to pull at your form. You growled in protest, legs kicking against the wind as the Master stood over the Doctor.

"Something you should know, in the seconds before you die!"

His voice was furious, pushing himself against the wind on the plane seat backs. He leaned in close and glared.

"Everything that you think you know, is a lie!"

You grip was faultering on the seat, the leather squeaking under your palms as you used all your might to hold on. The force was becoming too strong, your head turning to the Master as he straightened up before the Doctor.

"Master!" The renegade timelords head snapped in your direction, arm lurching for your waist.

"Y/N please!" The Doctor screamed, but the master would never let you fall. He pulled you tightly to his side, your hair and gown bellowing in the wind as you clutched onto his chest, laughing manically from the shock.

"Got you!"

The Master grinned, the four travellers before you both screaming in desperation as they clutched onto whatever they could grab purchase on. The Master leant in close, forehead on your own as he sighed with resolution, gaze meeting your own.

"Finally."

His grip never slipping from your middle, an elated giggle pulling itself from your lips. The Master glanced at the Doctor and her companions a final time, before pulling a cylindrical device from his pocket and pressing hard on the button. You braced yourself as a white light engulfed the pair of you, pulling you from the plane- the last noise you heard being the terrified screams of the Doctor and her friends, and the Masters devilish laughter.

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#dr who series 12 #doctor who #sacha dhawan #dhawan!master x reader #dhawan!master #spyfall #the master #13th doctor #ryan sinclair #yazmin khan #graham o'brien #spymaster #x reader #reader insert #fanfic #scene rewrite #doctor who season twelve #spyfall part 1 #dhawan!master / reader

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tfw-no-tennis · 4 years ago

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mtmte liveblog issue 17

and we’re back!

phew I had to take a hiatus to work on other projects but now that those are done I'm baaaack

god I'm SO fucking excited for this arc, I fucking love it

OH NO TAILGATE...I almost forgot...this poor little dude

REMAIN IN LIGHT BABEYYYYY!!! I fucking love that title, talking heads is probably my favorite band Ever, and that album is one of my favorites, so when I first saw it here I was super excited lol. it’s such a good title, both for the album and for this arc

tailgate goes right to cyclonus ;_; hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

also...I just love the way milne draws cyclonus, he’s the perfect mix of terrifying and handsome, and also goth

ohhhhh I forgot about the framing device used here, with rodimus in jail later on in this arc, narrating retrospectively

cybercrosis, add that to this list of amusing robo-puns, as a play on (I'm assuming) necrosis, aka tissue death

oof, ratchet saying that tailgate ‘lived a full life,’ which is fucking brutal because we as the readers know that isn't true :(

tg is right tho, it seems v uncommon for tfs to die of old age. that's some shit luck right there, espec bc tg is basically a baby who was asleep for 6 million years

ratchet talking abt pharma and looking at his hands...I See That

ratchets bedside manner leaves a bit to be desired hvbhjdsubfjsd jesus dude

and then there's cyclonus, whos also pretty terrible at being tactful

AUGHHHH and then cyclonus, like the emotionally repressed icon he is, goes and claws his own face up in grief rather than express any emotion to tailgate :( I'm in physical pain thanks

rodimus is like, wait...informing my crew about my actions? lmao? uhh what quest...oh yeah we’re on a quest. yeaaaah whatever man

the portal helllllll yessssssss

poor tg drinking away his impending death

oh man, chromedomes weird fucked up skeleton arm

rodimus hhvbhjaudsfbjaskdf he’s like yeahhhh I'm not even gonna pretend to indulge in democracy, we are GOING thru that giant ass space portal whether you fools like it or not

AND THERES THE MFING MOON BABEYYYY!

luna 1!!!!!! they found the missing moon BY ACCIDENT, fucking iconic

still cant believe rodimus’s office is HOT PINK with a FLAME DECAL around the door. unreal

awww I love percy

rodimus, in a shocking show of maturity, admits that rung was correct to be harsh with him about the whole overlord thing

the squad gettin together ayyyy

rodimus reminding us all that this ISNT just a party ship full of frat boys, people have DIED

when you see tg and realize that that was cyclonus’s request ;_;

aughhh and cyc saying ‘never hope. hope is a lie.’ that kills me man aughhhh

like, cyclonus clearly doesn't want to deal with the emotions he’s feeling over tg dying so he’s trying to make sure that tg accepts death and doesn't hope for a cure, bc that would hurt cyclonus MORE, and he’s already unused to all these ‘emotions’ n shit

I'm sorry but the MARBs just look so fuckin dorky bvhjakbdfhsf beep beep here comes the dweeb squad!!! lmaoooo

cd being like ‘can’t we just drive’ and perceptor is right there like :| LMAOOOO

also I love cd saying ‘sometimes I wonder why we even have alt modes’ bc I feel like that's such a witty dig at the fact that in this series about robots that transform into cars, we rarely get to seem them actually DO that

its especially interesting when you consider how important functionism is in this story - alt modes are super important in that context, but we still rarely get to see them. hell, we literally NEVER saw megatrons alt mode, which is still crazy to me

ohhhh man I love that panel where the whole moon lights up, that's just amazing

congratulations, rodimus! it’s....a shitton of babies!

also broooo I ufcking love the fact that you barely even notice that rung ALSO hopped down onto the moon at the same time as rodimus...brilliant

god now I need to go find that ‘am i pragnent?’ video lmaooo

why....why did you have to use the word ‘fertilized,’ jro. why....

cold construction lore time!

do I wanna do my big biology speech here? I'm trying to figure out where it would go best...I think ill save it for later in this arc

god I fucking love brainstorm. his entire little speech about how he ‘went to marches’ for cold construction rights and whatnot is so funny with the added context that he’s an MTO and wasn't even around for that

skids, don't just sit in the spooky oil reservoir, alone, after you just went thru a mysterious portal, you should be more genre savvy than that

what am I saying, this is the guy who wants his memories back even though he’s been told multiple times that it’ll probably traumatize him to death

brainstorm with the 0.1%er spark [eyes emoji]

I love percy just being horrified at the lack of proper scientific conduct from brainstorm like, all the time

I see the cons have their own edgy, weaponed-up version of the MARBs

MINIMUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I love him aughhh I'm so excited for the stuff w/him this arc

also I totally forgot that you’re supposed to see him introduce himself as ‘ambus’ and be like whoa wait is that dominus????? or someone adjacent to him????

skids vs legislators: part 2!

P H A R M A

DR THOT HIMSELF.....back and immediately making a hand pun, with his chainsaw arm displayed in full glory....amazing

cant believe jro named this one ‘the fecund moon,’ which forced me to google what ‘fecund’ means, which led me to go ‘oh good lord jro WHY’ lmao

I do love that we don't see the ‘part 1 of 5′ til the end - that's a great small reveal that hey, we’re in an arc now!

so there's the end of issue one of remain in light! aughh, I'm so fucking excited for this arc. my first two readthrus this was one of my favorite arcs (my other fav being the time travel arc), and I'm excited to see if its still at the top for me

I feel like the first time I read thru I like this arc a lot cause I actually understood most of it hbvhadjkfbaksjf unlike all the previous stuff, where I was a bit more confused - at this point I at least had a decent grasp on the characters and relationships, so that helped a lot

also apparently one of the songs of this issue is ‘heaven’ by talking heads which AUghhH that song makes me wanna float in the ocean and look at the stars. idk. also I find it a little ironic that that song isn't off the album remain in light lol

either way I love this issue, strong start to the arc with lots of intrigue and worldbuilding, and clearly some incoming status quo changes...cant wait!!

#lj rereads mtmte

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curiosity-killed · 5 years ago

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and if she leads

Pairing: Altaïr & Maria (platonic) Word count: 2028

Discovering he’s kind is the worst mistake of Maria’s life.

Hating them, disdaining them, has been easy especially after Robert’s death. She bore no undue fondness for the man, an ass who paid her no favors and only brought her on because her wages cost less than a man’s, but he had given her opportunity where no one else would. Continuing his grudge was easy tribute.

“Here.”

She looks up, hands already forming fists, to see the Assassin offering out a waterskin.

“You haven’t drunk anything and your face is” — he fans his fingers across his face as if to indicate a flush — “red. You need to drink.”

“I’m fine,” she snaps.

“Drink it,” he insists. “You’ll be ill.”

She takes it from him mostly to get it out of her face and scowls for good measure. Her face feels hot as a fire iron, dry and cracking from the heat in this cargo hold.

“I don’t need you babysitting me,” she snaps in Arabic, “and I speak your tongue better than you speak French.”

He doesn’t protest but only holds his hands up in placation and takes the skin back when she’s done. They sit in silence a long while, only broken by the sway of the ship and the slosh of waves against its sides. The Assassin seems unbothered, his arms resting over his knees and eyes half-lidded as if dozing. She doesn’t share his patience, and watching him only makes irritation crawl up her spine like spiders’ legs.

“What are you running from?” she asks at last.

“I am not running from anything,” he retorts.

Raising an eyebrow, she looks pointedly to the dismal cargo hold. No one chooses to travel in such accommodations unless they’re desperate. The barrels lashed to the floor groan with the swaying of the ship, scraping against each other with tired whines.

“I’m looking for something,” the Assassin finally mutters, grudging.

He doesn’t offer any more or ask what she’s running from, and so the swaying silence settles in again. It isn’t any more welcome the second time around, and Maria tilts her head back against the wall to keep from smacking her forehead into it just to relieve the tedium. She’s never been one for sitting still, for waiting for something rather than reaching out and making it happen herself. Growing up, her mother berated her for her lack of patience and her bullheadedness, as if reprimands could reshape what nature wrought.

“Is is true your leader is a prophet favored by old gods?”

That earns a sound almost like a laugh from the Assassin, a snort that is equal parts amused and tired. Running a hand back over his hair, he drops his white hood to his shoulders and leans his head against the wall in a mirror of her pose.

“I do not feel like a prophet,” he remarks, quiet, “nor favored by any gods.”

With his face out of the shadow of his hood, he looks surprisingly young and his answer stops Maria short. Even with tired shadows under his eyes and the whisper of stubble along his cheeks and jaw, he looks young. Far too young to be the Old Man of the mountain. He cannot be much older than her, if any at all, and the stories of the Assassins’ leader stretch far into antiquity.

“You?” she demands. “But the stories are of an old man, a long white beard — you cannot be the great Mentor of the Assassins.”

His lips twist, displeasure in their curl.

“He was old,” is all he says.

A sneer curls Maria’s lips before she can think better of it. Haste has ever been her saving grace and downfall all tied together.

“So that’s it,” she says. “You killed the old man for glory and ambition, to steal his own seat. How base of you, to turn like animals against your master.”

“There was no glory in it,” he snaps, straightening. “I did not do it for ambition.”

He’s straightened, turned toward her with jaw tight and amber eyes hard. His hands have tensed to fists, and she half expects that wrist-borne dagger to jut forth and cut her throat for the asking. Lifting her chin in challenge, she meets his stormy glare with her own. He looks away first, turning sharply from her and pulling his knees back close to his chest. His shoulders are still tense, hiked up, and he flicks his hood over his head once more with a sharp gesture.

It’s not like she cares what he thinks or what his motivations really are, but Maria can’t swallow down the strange guilt that worms up her chest. His fury seemed genuine, lashing out as if to protect an open wound. She doesn’t care about him, but it still feels wrong to have probed a hurt like that with so little finesse. He’s a far cry from a gentleman, but in all their interactions, he’s seemed an honest man. It seems unfair to have questioned that so rudely.

“Was he your father?” she asks after a moment, trying at a gentler tone.

The Assassin exhales, short, and doesn’t answer immediately. There isn’t any surprise on what she can see of his face, though, only the tight-lipped look of someone unsure of the right answer. That, more than what he says, gives her the answer she sought.

“No.”

Close enough to one, though, if she judges right. That hesitance didn’t come from an easy answer. Lacing her fingers together, she toys with the ring on her middle finger and lets her questions die. It was a gift from Robert, a token from a man she killed for him. It’s morbid, perhaps, but it was the first time he commended her for something other than simply not being in the way.

“Why did you join the Templars?”

The question startles her, pulls her gaze from the past to the Assassin instead. He watches her, patient, the temper gone out of his posture and expression. He doesn’t look any happier, either, just — blank. There’s a coldness to his expression, a mask of impassivity. He can’t have scrubbed the fatigue from his features, but he seems to have found some way to coil it into armor, that earlier vulnerability bound tightly away.

“I was looking for something,” she replies, dry, before sighing and releasing the ring to interlace her fingers. “Back in England, I was expected to be a — a very specific image of a lady. To dress well, to mind my tongue, to bear sons for my husband. I wanted something else.”

“And did you find it here?” he asks.

He sounds genuinely interested, as if he’s truly asking for the answer rather than just to be nosey or needling. Seeking an answer to his own search? she wonders but doesn’t ask aloud.

“Yes,” she answers truthfully, “in a way.”

The life she’s lived here in this desert land has been rough and bloody, rarely honorable and never glorious. Still, it’s given her freedom, raw-fingered and dirty as it is. She thinks back to England, to the girl she was on her wedding day, and knows that that girl would be proud of the bared-teeth grin she sports now instead of a bridal veil.

“And you? I hear the Assassins recruit from cradles,” she says, trying not to make it sound like she’s provoking him. “Or did you join of your own will?”

“There is always choice,” he says, as though it’s an automatic response.

Dropping his head back against the wall, he tilts it to one side as if in thought. He’s quiet a moment, though she’s starting to get used to these pauses. Before now, she would not have called him a thoughtful man, but then, she hardly knows him at all.

“I was born to the Brotherhood and joined when I was of age — some years out of the cradle, at least.” He shoots her a look, half-teasing, before carrying on, “But I have chosen this life.”

If she was looking for any answer in particular, that wasn’t it. She doesn’t know what would be. It seems too mild, too settled an answer for a bloody young leader chasing the unknown as a stowaway. Perhaps she is more romantic than she wants to admit.

“So you believe your Order is right, then?” she asks.

“Yes,” he answers before pausing. “I believe that we carve the path to truth, and that the path is as fallible as the men who make it but the pursuit of freedom, of truth, is worth the errors. Plato himself believed in the pursuit, even within his—”

“What, are you a monk now?” Maria demands

She’s heard strange tales of the Assassins, but never that they would wax poetic about dead men’s beliefs. The stories around them were ever of the mystical and bloody sort, about their ability to vanish from thin air and reappear in places no man could reach. Magicians, she would not be surprised by, but scholars?

Now, the assassin pauses, looking surprised. The bemusement on his face is enough to make her almost laugh, and she stifles the smile that threatens her lips.

“You do not care for philosophy?” he asks, in the same tone as someone shocked that she does not like fish or incense.

“For the thoughts of long-dead men who believed all the answers of the universe were contained in their own minds?” She scoffs. “Show me one who did something with those grand thoughts, made some real change in the world, or better yet, show me a woman, and perhaps I will care for it.”

He stops short, seeming to process her words before relenting with a slight inclination of his head, something like concession in the gesture. Amused, Maria offers out her hand.

“My name’s Maria, by the way,” she says, “Maria Thorpe.”

He cants his head, eyeing her hand as if uncertain of the gesture. Instead of shaking her hand, he clasps her forearm instead, hand firm even if his attitude isn’t.

“Altaïr Ibn-La’Ahad,” he replies, releasing the hold.

By now, she’s become used to the descriptiveness of the names here, and her eyebrows rise slightly at his own. How handy of their titles to provide such information, though she does wonder at the thought of an orphan being made a leader of his people.

“I’m sorry about what I said earlier about you,” she says, folding her arms over her knees, “and your French isn’t really that bad.”

“It is fine. Your Arabic is” — he pauses, wiggles his hand as if in ambivalence — “passable.”

Startled, she looks to him sharply and finds a grin pulls up the corner of his lips, curling the pink scar cutting through them. The start of her irritation fades, irrationally won over by something like amusement. She probably deserves it, anyway.

As the ship docks and they separate to steal onto land, she has a feeling a bookmark has been placed in this conversation, that the final chapter is not yet written. Despite her better judgment, she likes the thought.

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“Aristoclea!” he calls the next time they meet.

She freezes with one hand on the top rung of the ladder and twists around to squint at him. Is he having some sort of attack? Is it a code for a band of assassins to trap or kill her? He’s two arms’ lengths below her, scaling the wall instead of the ladder like some overgrown spider.

“What?” she demands.

“A female philosopher, who did more than sit and talk,” he says, leveling with her. “The teacher of Pythagoras.”

Before she can form a reply, his quick hand has snatched the Piece of Eden from hers, and he hauls himself over the edge of the roof with a single fluid roll. Before he’s fully on the roof, his feet are under him and propelling him forward. She scrambles after him, irritated at being duped, but she can’t fight the smile pulling at her lips. Even without seeing his face, she knows he wears a matching one as they race across the rooftops.

#assassins creed #ac fic #asscreed #altair #altair ibn la ahad #maria thorpe #my writing #i just wanted some maria in my life #also philosophy #i miss philosophy #hm

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galactic-vixen · 5 years ago

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"I'll Be Back" Prince Dark Choco x Reader Oneshot

Your eyes fluttered open as the sunlight suddenly hit your eyes. Wondering who the hell opened the curtains you look over and see your sweet prince. His ruby eyes sparkling from the light shining off them, his long, black hair tied in a messy bun with his two notable streaks of white scattered around. He seemed to be in deep thought as he stared distantly into the kingdom below.

"Morning Choco.."

His eyes widen and he snaps his head to you, having a face of worry as he realizes he must've woken you up. He walks over to you and places a gentle yet loving kiss onto your forehead.

"Morning my beautiful princess, I must've woken you up, I do apolo-" "No no, it's fine. Really. I'm sure I slept for long enough." "If you insist on such notion.."

Dark moves the blanket off you and lifts you to move you more into the centre of the bed. He then climbs into the bed with you, pulling the blanket over the both of you. He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you in, gently squeezing your back against his chest. You can feel the years worth of training against your back and at your waist as Dark tightens his grip once more, not to hurt you, rather just to keep you close. He places a soft kiss on the back of your neck.

"We can sleep for longer, if you wish, my rose." "Mmmm.... You gotta convince me Princey." "Is that so?"

You could sense the smirk in that voice of his, his deep, smooth voice that always gets the blood running to your cheeks. The next thing you know, you've been turned around to face him. You see that you were right, he is smirking, and that typically means something bad's gonna happen. He brings his hands to your face and cups the both of your cheeks in each hand. He brings your face closer to his until your lips meet.

The both of you kiss, yours movements being in sync of the others, until you start to need air. You pull away, gasping for air. Dark smiles once more, slowly closing his eyes, wrapping you in his embrace. His hands holding you tightly into his chest, your face at the base of his neck. He moves one of his hands to play with your hair.

"Did that convince you enough?" "Mmm... Yeah, it did.." "Now shall we rest?" "Yeah, of course, my knight in shining armour." "Sleep tight my sleeping beauty, for I love you with all of my heart." "Pfft, yeah. I love you even more I'd say, night. Well actually its morni-" "Shh... Let's rest now."

Dark then soon closed his eyes, drifting off to sleep. You following soon after him. You both slept well that night, without any worries for what the future may bring.

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God damn it, god- FUCKING- DAMN IT!! WHY did he go off? WHY did he go off to the battle at the west border?? WHY did he leave you in charge of the kingdom?? You dont know shit about running a kingdom!! The least he could've done was tell you before running off!!

You paced around the throne room, panicking to yourself as the royal advisor tried to help you calm down. He tries to place a hand on your shoulder but due to your pacing, you moved away from his grasp. He just sighs and gets your attention.

"Your Highness, I understand your worries and frustrations but please do try to calm down-" "BUT HE LEFT WITHOUT TELLING ME!! WHAT AM I TO DO?? I cant run a kingdom.." "Miss, I understand, but he would not put the weight of the kingdom onto your shoulders if he didnt believe you weren't capable to rule us."

You stayed silent. Of course, Dark would've just left it to his advisor if he didn't think you could. But you dont think that he's right though.. I mean, you were just a commoner before meeting him. How would you know how to rule anything? Theres no point in being upset now.... Guess you'll have to learn how to rule the kingdom.

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You were just hanging out in the royal garden, letting the breeze mess with your hair. It's been three days since Dark left for the battle. You started to get concern that he might've gotten injured, but the staff had assured you that he'll be fine. 'He's the strongest of the knights, he'll be the one to make it out alive.' Is what one maid said. But will he? What if he sacri-

"My rose?"

Your heart stopped. You spun around quickly and saw him. Your sweet prince in all his glory, perfectly fine without a single scratch in sight. You ran, you ran right into his arms, into his loving, firm embrace with your arms stretched out. He caught you and spun you around before placing you back down and tightly hugging you. You started to tear up and gently sobbed into his armour. You kept on sobbing until you couldn't anymore, all while he whispers about how much he loved you and missed you while fighting at the west border. You choked back a sob before asking:

"Why...? Why did you leave me?? Why did you trust the kingdom in my hands?? Why Princey, why...?"

He seemed to be taken aback by the questions but then regained his composure. He brought a hand to your head, pushing away your hair and kissed your forehead.

"Because no matter what happens to you, you always have a plan to do the right thing. I knew the kingdom would not fail under your rule for you always wish for the right thing, even when it may not be the good choice. That's why."

You teared up once more before stuffing your face back into his armour. His hand playing with your hair as the other had a firm grasp on you. As you sobbed your heart out, he made a promise:

"My beautiful princess, I promise you something." "What..?" "I promise, no matter what, may I be victorious or on the brink of death, I'll be back. I'll be back to see your smile, your eyes, to see you. That is my promise."

He looked deep into your eyes while making that promise. His expression showing that he truly meant every word of it. He brought a hand down to cup your cheek as he brought you in for a kiss. He kissed you with so much passion that you just let him take control. He soon broke the kiss and wiped away your tears, embracing you in another hug.

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But.... If he truly promised to be back no matter what...... Then why isn't he back from searching for that sword.....?

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This is for @theniceprincess-tnp-reboot I hope you enjoy this! God why did I make it depressing at the end... IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE HAPPY! But nooooo, I gotta add angst cuz it Dark Choco.. This took longer than the Meryam oneshot because I got distracted...

#cookie run #cookie run ovenbreak #dark choco cookie #dark choco x reader #x reader #Letters of Starlight #i might open requests in the future soon.#who knows #nNicey take your order of pain #and git #my brother knew i was writing fanfic #FUCK #Oh no #he now knows how much of a nerd i am #○v○

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laracroftsleatherjacket · 5 years ago

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Flower Asks: all of them >:3€ (forgive me)

(this is so many omg but I’ll allow it only bc i love u)

Alisons: Sexuality?

Gay af (ace lesbean)

Amaranth: Pronouns/Gender?

Waman (she/they)

Amaryllis: Birthday?

November 2nd

Anemone: Favorite flower?

Funnily enough anemones are one of my favs but i think my top favs are chrysanthemums and morning glories but I really love many flowers and flowers in general

Angelonia: Favorite t.v. show?

As of right now, stranger things duh

Arum-Lily: What’s the farthest you’d go for a stranger?

Like favors or? I mean I really do try to be a kind and helpful person but if I don’t know somebody or haven’t at least seen them a couple times before I usually don’t do much bc of anxiety

Aster: What’s one of your favorite quotes?

"The extraordinary is in what we do, not who we are.” Lara Croft mostly bc I cant think of anything else right now and that stuck with me

Aubrieta: Favorite drink?

Like a really good cup of black tea with cream and sugar or sweet tea

Baby’s Breath: Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?

Never been kissed before but I definitely have someone in mind I would kiss ;3

Balsam Fir: Have you ever been in love?

Hell yeah I am right now and I don’t think I ever have been before now

Baneberries: Favorite song?

Oh hard question... currently really digging We Fell In Love in October by Girl in Red

Basket of Gold: Describe your family.

My family is supportive (for the most part) and very loving, even if they express love in weird ways sometimes. We also like to joke around a lot and make fun of each other but in a good way? Like we all have a good time mostly and I get along better with everyone since I started college

Beebalm: Do you have a best friend? Who is it?

My girlfriend is my best friend uwu I also have a lot of good friends but yeah

Begonia: Favorite color?

Purble but specifically like a pastel purple and purples that lean more towards blue than pink

Bellflower: Favorite animal?

Lynx! I love so many animals tho and I also like many cats and domestic cats in general

Bergenia: Are you a morning or night person?

Night!

Black-Eyed Susan: If you could be any animal for a day, what would it be?

Probably would love to just be a loved house cat who gets to lay in front of the fire all day or a lynx bc i love them

Bloodroots: When you were a kid, what did you want to be when you grew up?

A veterinarian (or a special agent lmao)! I also still plan on being a vet tho even tho I get discouraged at least once a month

Bluemink: What are your thoughts on children?

I mean I like kids and I was a camp counselor for a summer, but I dont really want any of my own

Blazing Stars: What are you afraid of? Is there a reason why?

Oh god so many things.. Biggest thing would maybe be death/dying? Like if i think about it too much like the possibility of there just being nothing after death freaks me out. That and throwing up/nausea

Borage: Give a random fact about your childhood.

I played soccer and then I was a competitive swimmer so i was kind of an athlete? even tho i hated sports

Bugleherb: How would you spend your last day on Earth?

I think I would like to go to waffle house, have the perfect cup of tea, spend lots of time with my loved ones and pet my kitties, play video games with my gf, and sit under a tree in the mountains preferably on a warmer day in the fall and watch the sunset

Buttercup: Relationship Status?

Very happily taken

Camelia: If you could visit anywhere, where would you want to go?

Always wanted to visit Norway

Candytufts: When do you feel most loved?

Really big long hugs, good morning or goodnight messages, and I also really love cards

Canna: Do you have any tattoos?

I have 6

Canterbury Bells: Do you have any piercings?

Yup! I have an industrial, orbital, and 3 earlobe piercings

California Poppy: Height?

5′2 or maybe a little less

Cardinal Flower: Do you believe in ghosts?

Yeah I think so, but I do also get freaked out easily lmao

Carnation: What are you currently wearing?

Red flannel, jeans, fuzzy socks, and big dyke boots

Catnip: Have you ever slept with a nightlight?

Yeah I did for a long time and I still sometimes sleep with one or like a bathroom light on if Im sleeping by myself in a new place

Chives: Who was the last person you hugged?

Either my mom or my dad I dont remember technically who was last bc my parents are visiting me at college

Chrysanthemum: Who’s the last person you kissed?

Again, never kissed or been kissed! but maybe soon... :0

Cock’s Comb: Favorite font?

Font? I like the font in Night in the Woods?

Columbine: Are you tired?

Pretty much always either sleepy or tired lol

Common Boneset: What are you looking forward to?

Christmas, getting to see my gf again, and Magfest!

Coneflower: Dream job?

Like a veterinarian but having my own practice and also being able to take in injured wildlife if possible

Crane’s-Bill: Introvert or extrovert?

Introvert for sure

Crocus: Have you ever been in love?

Oh repeat question, hell yes

Crown Imperial: What’s the farthest you would go for someone you care about?

Depends what it is but I would go pretty far for somebody I care about and Im also a crazy person and would drive/travel no matter what distance for someone I love

Cyclamen: Did you have a favorite stuffed animal as a child? What was it?

Yup! I had a ballerina bunny, named Bunny because I was very creative and I still have her

Daffodil: What’s your zodiac sign?

Scorpio

Dahlia: Have you done anything worth remembering?

I think so? I did a lot of cool stuff with my GS troop like our bronze award project and going ziplining and to sliding rock.

Daisy: What do you feel is your greatest accomplishment?

My GS gold award for sure, that shit was hard work and stressful af

Daylily: What would you do if your parents didn’t like your partner(s)?

Umm??? I would tell my dad to eat shit and die and I cant imagine my mom being anything but sweet and supportive so I dont even know

Dendrobium: Who is the last person that you said “I love you” to?

You! This morning uwu

False Goat’s Beard: What is something you are good at?

uhh Im pretty good at making sense of stuff in my science labs and reasoning and im sometimes good at art? I feel like I do traditional better but Im getting better at digital

Foxgloves: What’s something you’re bad at?

bad at not being impulsive sometimes and bad at dead by daylight

Freesia: What are three good things that have happened in the past month?

a little over a month but officially got a girlfriend who i love very much, my gf came down to visit and we got to chill on the mountains together, and I had a pretty nice birthday

Garden Cosmos: How was your day today?

Good! Got breakfast at a diner with my parents and got coffee and a donut at my fav coffee shop so thats all i really need in life tbh

Gardenia: Are you happy with where you’re at in your life?

Yeah Im happy even tho Im stressed with school at times

Gladiolus: What is something you hope to do in the next year or two?

Get a job after graduation and hopefully get into vet school on the first or second try

Glory-of-the-Snow: What are ten things that make you happy/you’re grateful to have in your life?

My kitty, mom, wonderful gf, sister, dead by daylight, heated blanket, apartment, waffle house, my sisters kitty, and my dog

Heliotropium: What helps you calm down when you feel stressed?

Donuts, coffee or tea, blankets, video games, and loud music

Hellebore: How do you show affection?

Hmm... I really like to draw art for those i love, tell them how much i love them even though i can be bad with words, and i just try to spend a lot of time with the people I care about no matter what we are doing

Hoary Stock: What are you proudest of?

uhhh trying to open up more? and Im really proud of my gf

Hollyhock: Describe your ideal day.

Going to waffle house. Go to a mountain and hike a little, sit on the top with girlfriend. Admire beauty of mountain countryside. Admire beauty of girlfriend while they admire the beauty of the mountain. Then warm up together with hot chocolate and play video games

Hyacinth: What do you like to do in your free time?

I like to doodle and do the arts, play video games, and I like to bake sometimes

Hydrangea: How long have you known your best friend? How did you meet them?

uuuuuuh I have a good friend I’ve known since kindergarten or first grade when I first moved to where I currently live

Irises: Who can you talk to about (almost) everything?

My gf uwu and my mem

Laceleaf: How many friends do you have?

probably like less than 10

Lantanas: What’s the best compliment you’ve ever received?

I think its really cute especially when you compliment my laugh

Larkspur: What do you think of yourself?

??? I think I am an okay person? And I try to be a good person and be kind and polite to people

Lavender: What’s your favorite thing about yourself?

Umm... I mean I like that Im kind? and Im not fake and I try to be a good person

Leather Flower: What’s your least favorite thing about yourself?

I hate that I procrastinate and that I can get frustrated easily at myself and at situations like crowds and traffic

Lilac: What’s something you liked to do as a child?

I liked to play ‘restaurant’ with my sister with our littlest pet shops

Lily: Who was your best friend when you were a kid?

I had a really great best friend named Rachel :c

Lily of the Incas: What is something you still feel guilty for?

Losing a lot of friends and for being distant for a long time

Lily of the Nile: What is something you feel guilty for that you shouldn’t feel guilty about?

Cutting off a friend that was bad for my mental health and who didnt treat me well even though we were best friends for a long time

Lupine: What does your name mean? Why is that your name?

My name is literally my parents ship name... like they even told me they chose my name by putting their names together lmao but I mean I like my name so i guess its okay..

Marigold: Where did you grow up? Tell us about it.

Small town in new jersey when I was really, it was nice and family was closer. Then we moved and that was difficult but I ended up adjusting and it was good, had a decent amount of friends and the schools i went to were good

Morning Glory: What was your bedroom like growing up?

For a long time I shared a room with my sister and we had a bunkbed and I had the top bunk of course, when we moved out of the apartment and into a house I got my own room and it was baby blue only because I told my dad that no, I didnt want a fuckin pink room and that was a whole thing lmao

Mugworts: What was it like for you as a teenager? Did you enjoy your teenage years?

It was good? but also sucked a lot. I had a lot of issues with my mental health and struggled for a long while with something. I was bullied and stuff at home wasnt always that great. And i got outed so that was fun. Other than that I enjoyed swimming competitively and I got into art

Norwegian Angelica: Tell us about your mom.

I love my mom!! she is the most Mom mom and is so sweet and always there for me. She helps me out so much with so many things and I just love my mom so much

Onions: Tell about your dad.

I mean I love my dad? And hes better than he used to be, but he still doesnt help with shit and irritates me a lot.

Orchid: Tell about your grandparents.

I never got to know my grandfather on my moms side bc he passed away a few months before i was born and I sort of knew my grandmother but she lived far away and passed away 10 years ago. I usually see my gramma on my dads side the most and I try to visit often and help her out with stuff and I love her even though she can be a bit... racist and shit.. and I sometimes see my grandpa and step grandma but they can be strict about weird shit and always ask a lot of uncomfortable questions

Pansy: What was your most memorable birthday? What made it be so memorable?

I dont really do much on my birthdays? Ive had a lot of nice birthdays and it usually involves going out to dinner or having a nice dinner at home and having birthday cake and playing games like jenga or yahtzee.

Peony: What was your first job?

I did some petsitting for a while but my first real job was being a camp counselor/tower belayer/lifeguard at a girl scout camp

Petunia: If you’re in a relationship, how did you meet your partner(s)?

Met online after following them for a long time and drawing some arts for them, but didnt really start chatting until stranger things 3 came out bc I saw they had just watched it. Didnt meet irl until fursonacon and I just remember seeing them walking up to my car when I got there and just being like .... oh no. I had already had a crush but at that point I was just heart eyes

Pincushion: How do you deal with pain?

Its a little fucked up but depending on the type of physical pain I like it? Like getting tattoos and stuff.. emotional/mental I just curl up in blankets and listen to sad music lol

Pink: Where is home?

I feel like I have many homes? I feel really at home in the mountains, at home with my family, and when Im with my girlfriend

Plantain Lilies: If you could go back in time, what is one thing you would stop/change?

Every event no matter how shitty shaped me into who i am today and Im pretty content and lucky with what I have today so maybe nothing?

Prairie Gentian: Who is someone you look up to? Describe them.

My GS leader Miss Kristin. So incredibly kind and outgoing and just willing to do whatever she can to help others. Shes so adventurous and outgoing and made my gs troop so amazing. She is such a wonderful lady and shes basically like another mom to me.

Primrose: Describe your ideal life.

To be with my SO in a nice cabin in the mountains with a nice fireplace. Its cozy and we have pets (especially kitties but also maybe a dog and chickens and such) and life is okay and we’re happy

Rhodendron: What is something you used to believe in as a child?

God and Santa Claus (i was so heartbroken (over santa not God lmao))

Ricinus: Who’s the most important in your life?

My girlfriend and my mom

Rose: What’s your favorite sound?

My gfs voice and their laugh c: and I also really like the sound of thunderstorms and rain

Rosemallows: What’s your favorite memory?

Sage: What’s your least favorite memory?

Snapdragon: At this moment, what do you want?

To see my gf again and for winter break to just be here already I am so done with school lol

St. John’s Wort: Is it easy or difficult for you to express how you feel about things?

Difficult? I try really hard to express how I feel but I usually mess up and I get anxious but I try my best lol

Sunflower: What is something you don’t want to imagine life without?

Any of my loved ones and my cat

Sweet Pea: How much sleep did you get last night?

I wish I got more sleep but it was an okay amount

Tickseed: What’s your main reason to get up every morning?

Good morning texts from my gf and my gf in general

Touch-Me-Not: How do you feel about your current job?

I dont currently have a job but I occasionally do art commissions which is usually fun and gives me something to do

Transvaal Daisy: What’s your favorite item of clothing?

Any of my flannels and my leather jacket (also not mine but my gfs hoodie they gave to me to borrow)

Tropical White Morning Glory: Describe your aesthetic.

mountains, cabins, flowers, fall, flannel, small coffee shops, pastels

Tulip: What would be the best present to get you?

Im not one to be picky about gifts? I just love anything that someone put some thought into and thought I would like or reminded them of me but i feel bad if it was something expensive or anything lol

Vervain: What’s stressing you out most right now?

Final exams and graduation

Wisteria: How many books have you read in the past few months? What were they called?

0 lmao I used to read a shit ton but Ive been picky about what books I want to read lately

Wolf’s Bane: Where do you want to be in life this time next year?

Working towards applying to vet school and maybe thinking about moving out depending on a lot of things.

Yarrow: Do you know what vore is?

Unfortunately

Zinnia: Give a random fact about yourself.

I like collecting pins, pennies, and postcards which is funny to me

(So in conclusion,,, I love my gf)

(wow that was long as hell and took forever but done!)

#long post #ask #sapphicfinalpam

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everythingjonsa · 6 years ago

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Season 8 trailer- First impressions, Part 2

Click here to read Part 1.

So, we left off where we see Jon and Dany in the crypts.

Gif credit: @snowsource

This is an interesting scene. The trailer leads us to believe that this could be an aftermath of the parentage reveal, but honestly I’m not too sure.

From Dany’s expression which looks very, soft and compassionate to me, it either looks like Dany has witnessed a great fallout that Jon’s had with someone and she wants to know how he’s feeling. There could be various events that could’ve lead to this.

1. Dany witnessing Jon’s argument with Sansa

2. Jon rushing out of Bran’s room post parentage reveal. (But I think his expression is too underwhelming for that.)

3. Jon having disagreements with the northern lords ( perhaps he is reminded that he is just a bastard? Idk) which leads him to the crypts to face his father to ascertain if he’s doing right by his people and Dany sympathies with him.

Let’s just leave that there.

Gif credit: @sunnyboudelr

Then we come to this. We can see stacked piles of dragonglass in this Blacksmith’s forge or smithy or foundry, somewhere in Winterfell perhaps with Gendry incharge of the weapon forging, from the looks of it. I love the fact that he looks like he has his A game on.

Perhaps he’s the one whom Arya is talking to, when she picks up the dragonglass weapon in the beginning of the trailer??

Jorah..

is then seen riding his war horse with the Dothraki in his background. I got a vague feeling that whatever he is seeing has perhaps caught him by surprise. It’s the way he stalls his horse that makes me think that.

Then we have that touching scene between Missandei and Greyworm, before he rides off into battle along with the unsullied.

It’s interesting to note that both Greyworm and Missandei and also Jon and Dany are two couples that became canon in season 7. Yet we don’t get to see one such touching moment between Jon and Dany. Why wouldn’t they want to milk more out of Jon and Dany is a good question one should ask?

Jamie Lannister

Oh my god!! He looks soooo heroic. He’s shouting something as he swings his sword at people who surprisingly don’t look like wights or walkers but normal soldiers?? Maybe I’m wrong but there’s too much fire in the background to be sure about the silhouettes of the people he is swinging his sword at.

He’s also shouting something- Was it BURN? or FIRE? or RUN? I’m not sure. Definitely looks like he is amidst utter chaos though. A point during the battle when things are not going too well for the army of the living? Of course that is if this is from the battle of Winterfell.

The scene cuts to the throne room in Kings Landing where one sees Cersei on the iron throne talking to the leader of the golden company? AND I AM ALMOST CERTAIN I CAN SEE A DWARF LIKE FIGURE NEXT TO THIS GUY. And we know only one dwarf in GOT until now.

Anyway next we have Cersei once again..

Gif credit: @arin-arryn

I don’t think this is Cersei looking happy. I think she has discovered a terrible news and she is just coping with it in her own way. Her eyes look glazed. But I could be wrong.

The theme music then plays in the background as the dragons fly over snowy mountains in all their glory.

We see Arya gazing up at them in amazement but the northern folks running helter skelter behind her in fear of the dragons.

Greyworm wears his helmet gearing up for the worst.

Jon stares at the weirdwood tree, reminiscent of Ned sitting under the heart tree in season one.

Shipper goggles on: It’ll be just amazing if Sansa walks towards him like Cat did towards Ned, lol.

We then have the hound staring intently at someone/something.

Scene cuts to Jamie who intends to keep his promise to fight for the living. I’m sure this conversation happens when Jamie arrives first in Winterfell. Whoever he’s conversing with, he’s perhaps trying to convince them about his intentions.

Someone is gripping a spear, as the scene cuts to Jon running away from or towards danger (well if one knows Jon Snow, the chances are the latter than the former, lol) But definitely echoes the same chaos in battle theme from Jamie’s previous montage.

This scene does look majestic as Jon and Dany walk towards her dragons. But we do see a pile of bones which means the dragons have just finished their lunch. (Hoping it’s animals and not humans, lol)

I think they’re going to have a conversation about the issue of food for the dragons once they reach north. Otherwise they wouldn’t include a picture of the dragons with their leftovers.

The scene once again cuts to Sansa.

Who is looking worried. Now the important thing is this:

Twice during the trailer a jon/Dany scene cuts to Sansa. This is huge!! The first scenes we saw from season 8 were those of a Jonsa reunion and a Jon/Dany/Sansa scene.

They are definitely trying to build and portray a narrative around this, of that I’m sure.

Then these scenes are shown in rapid succession.

1. Arya fighting very gracefully with a spear.

2. Dany shuts her eyes in disappointment.

Note that this is the same dress she’s wearing in those pictures released by EW. Something’s not going her way for sure, perhaps as early as episode 2.

3. Tyrion is looking up with a worried expression.

It’s amazing how little of Tyrion we’ve been exposed to in this season. He continues to have his somber expression from season 7. I believe he’s going to be involved in a major plot twist.

4. Drogon breaths fire.

This I don’t think is a scene from the battle so it remains to be seen who or what is subjected to this inferno.

5. Brienne, Podric and Jorah form the first line of defence against the NK.

What’s interesting here is that Brienne is not guarding the Stark sisters as she ought to be. So one wonders what prompts her to do that. I wonder if Ser Jamie has assumed that duty once again? Or if Sansa orders her to go?? It’ll be great if she kills a dragon, just like her ancestors did.

To be honest, for the first time, in a very long time this trailer encouraged me to think more about the story, the plot rather than the ships and though this was not an epic trailer, I’m at least thankful for that.

Though my shipping preferences remain strong, I’d really like to go back to the time when I watched GOT because of its intriguing narrative and I’m happy that this trailer made me do just that.

We’re in for a great ride, at least of that, I’m very sure.

APRIL 14th, CANT WAIT!!

#jonsa #gotseason8 #gotspoilers

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momo-de-avis · 6 years ago

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My worst problem describing things is that I envision them really well but I cant put it on paper,

I think focusing too much on vision CAN sort of hinder our writing. One thing I’ve noticed about my writing is that I go WAY overboard with body language. I’ll write a dialogue that’s just two sentences long that lasts for a whole paragraph because I’m writing down every movement of their body, every tiny expression—which is utterly unnecessary for two reasons: 1) it’s too smothering to provide that much description, and the reader must be allowed some space to breathe and envision things for themselves, and 2) considering I always write from limited POV (third person) it’s ridiculous. No one notices THAT much detail.

Although it is a good thing to have everything so visualized!

Of course, everyone has their way, I have mine, and it works for some while it doesn’t for others, so it’s worth what it’s worth, but I would say: 1) pick apart the details that translate what you’re trying to convey. I’m gonna pick up the example of a city again. Before having laid out just what the city looks like, keep in mind what sort of place it is. It’s sunny, it’s joyous, it’s a den of thieves, it’s cosmopolitan, whatever—look deeply into it and pick the details that stand out. I think this is a really cool looking exercise, it’s something I enjoy doing in my own city—just look around me and try to pick the details that stand out to me, that define the city I live in.

And 2) and I hope I can convey this properly, wrap that around sensations. Work out all your five senses! Description goes beyond sight—it’s smell, touch, sound and even taste. It’s how the character feels inside the place (and this right here is actually a really good narration device), it’s how the people inside of it translate their existence in that same place.

I honest to god don’t like doing this, but I’m using my own example (bruh it’s what I’ve been working at lately so right here at hand) to show you how I did:

The city was, indeed, impressive, and it was no lie what was said across the entire kingdom—that An Griánan was, of all, the biggest city. The avenue they paraded along connected the wide gates with the Royal House, a grey giant standing against the blue skies in the far end, a monumental building indeed—bigger than anything he had ever seen, but bizarre in a way. (…)

The people followed the entourage with curiosity, but no hatred was seen among them—truly, the people of An Griánan devoured what they were given. Forty years before, men as them would have been seen as monsters, spat at, having rocks thrown at them, and would not dare to cross its gates as anything other than enemies. To see the incredible change the daughter of Lavinia had imposed on her people truly made Cillian’s heart flutter with a different kind of joy

The city was neatly organized, every street he couldlay his eyes on paved and clean, and every building—either of wood or limestone—waslight and cheery, painted in bright colours at the skirtings, adorned withgarlands and ribbons everywhere. He noticed there were women with veils ontheir heads, but could not truly say they were Christian—and wondered, amused,if Caitríona had set a trend among the pagans of An Griánan. Everywhere aroundthem, the welcome was warm and festive, no hesitation found in the childrenthat ran after the horses in the far back with yells of joy, neither the womenthat peered out the windows and whispered to one another—not even the maidenswho waved their hands shyly at those who trotted along.

I didn’t really go for that much, just what’s relevant to the plot and the character’s views (as it’s mentioned, were he to enter this city years before, he would have been eaten alive, so I focused on the festive mood rather than everything else).

Now contrast it with this one

Ardrathúnas was, however, a place where the pastlived in all its glory, a past that existed in a certain vacuum, depleted ofall its misery and consequences. It was even fascinating to witness how anentire city swallowed the lies created by the Mac Craith and the ó Ceallaigh,as they retold history to their own liking and benefit. In the public gardens,there was even a statue to the late king Sláine Mac Craith, and often one couldfind flowers laid down to his feet.

(…)

If the land of Abundance had a place of birth, he believed it was that city, where any such riches could be found in spite of price or exoticism. The most mystical of goods existed there, every tale uttered by children under the sheets or nanas putting babes to sleep, stories of old that spoke of endless treasures and powerful jewellery, Ardrathúnas seemed able to craft it.

If the first one sounds more cheery and peaceful, it’s because it is. For the second one I wasn’t even too bothered with trying to visualize it (as I was with the first), I just really nabbed these small details that would translate the city. It’s a place of many riches, ruled by a traditionalist and old-fashioned clan where the past exists like this long-lost tale of happiness (the mentioned king Sláine is no less than a dude with borderline genocidal tendencies).

So, this is my two cents lol I hope it provides some guidance, anon! AND GOOD LUCK with your writing, don’t ever stop!!

#tagging this as #my writing #cause I wanna keep track of every stuff I post #damn I went off too much sorry about that #Anonymous

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pabotofus · 7 years ago

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A Long and Screamy Rant

So this is a rant dedicated to @apvrrish's fic (aknightley on AO3) 'calling me to come back', a gem of a fic and a sincerely gorgeous work. (If you haven't read it yet, go do it here and now!! Seriously, you won't regret it)

I was originally going to make this only about how I felt, but she writes so well I have to put something about her writing style there

Spoilers for the fic under the cut!!

1. Her worldbuilding

Literally once the fic started, I had such a good idea of what the shop looked like. Even if it may not have matched her mental image, it was so clear in my head (which is extremely rare for me). Apvrrish also does amazing descriptions, and it's like I'm actually living in the moment. It's so awesome!!!

2. Characterization

She nailed it. Completely and actually nailed it; bullseye after bullseye; on point. Shiro and Keith's relationship, later on Keith and Lance's relationship, Pidge (idk why I really liked the mental image of Pidge with a bun. I just did) staying up really late to help Keith, the way pIDGE CAN USE HER MAGIC THROUGH ELECTRONICS HDKCKSKCKFD

3. Lotor and Honerva/Hagar

Honestly, I was going to make this a side note on characterization, but this is so good it deserves its own topic. Honerva is so extra and I love it? I mean obviously it's not cool that she literally tried to kill Lance so that Lotor could go to a school. But that is something that she would totally do, and I can't really express my love for the all of this.

I also love the way aknightley wrote (or rather, mentioned) Lotor. Here's a beautiful beautiful quote: "Lotor was evidently interested in genetic science, something that Alfor specialized in, but Alfor was also specialized in avoiding people he didn’t care for, something Keith found enviable."

So maybe that quote doesn't focus on Lotor specifically, but it's such a GOOD SENTENCE. It wasn't the type of funny that would make me burst out into laughter, but the kind of brilliant genius that made me stare at my laptop screen and re-read that sentence five times, because it's that good.

4. While we're on this topic, QUOTES.

"Scrolling to a number that’s only labeled with a small bird emoji and a poop emoji, he texts, Can you do some research for me?" It isn't really the quote itself that I liked, per se, but the idea that Pidge's contact name is a bird and a poop emoji. That is perfect?? And I love it so much???

“Am I wrong, Sunshine?” Lance asks, tilting his head and smiling slyly." Lance calls Keith Sunshine. LANCE CALLS KEITH SUNSHINE OH MY GOD I CANT??? !!!!!!!

"You don’t need it to look pretty, Keith thinks, unbidden." Do I even need to explain here? Seriously, look me in the eye and ask my why I love this quote so much, I dare you. KEITH ADMIRING LANCE'S BEAUTY IS MY GODDAMN JAM

"“Sure, kiddo,” Shiro says, taking a sip of coffee with raised eyebrows." This. THIS!! The amount of pure goodness in this line is enough to make me cry. Shiro knows. Shiro knows!!!

"“Besides the obvious reasons,” Shiro says, raising his eyebrows. Keith gives in to pettiness and uses his magic to fling the pieces of cereal still on the counter at his face, grinning when they nail him directly in the nose." THIS IS THE GOOD BROGANES CONTENT THAT I LIVE FOR DID YOU KNOW??? Again, with characterization,, such perfection.

"“A customer,” Pidge says, doing air quotes. “A customer you dream about and who makes you go super smiley when he calls you on the phone.”" PIDGE KNOWS. SHIRO KNOWS. THEY ALL KNOW AND STILL KEITH REFUSES TO ACKNOWLEDGE IT. A GOOD TROPE. I VERY MUCH APPROVE.

"“So I guess I should -- um -- take this off?” He pulls lightly at the material over his chest and Keith feels his own face heat up." FLUSTERED KLANCE IS BEST KLANCE. NO, I DONT ACCEPT OTHER ANSWERS. THIS IS LAW.

"Lance leaned in close so he can peer into Keith’s face.

Across the room, a cedar branch catches fire." AGAIN. FLUSTERED KLANCE IS BEST KLANCE. NEED THERE BE ANY MORE PROOF? (Also, I hope all these quotes convey the immense love I have for aknightley and her writing)

“I’m going to have to buy her something very sparkly,” Keith murmurs to himself, smiling at the little heart she’s drawn next to her name.

Just,, sparkles!! ✨✨give Allura all the sparkly things 2Kforever please and thank you :)

“I’m good, Sunshine,” Lance says, stretching a little. “In fact, I kind of feel lucky right now.”

OHHHHHH BOY. THIS IS THE CLICHE BUT WONDERFUL TYPE OF THING THAT A HERO GENERALLY SAYS BEFORE THE BIG SHOWDOWN AND I LOVE IT A LOT??? ITS BEAUTIFULLLLLLL GIVE ME EVERY AND ALL THE CLICHE TROPES

5. Keith taking off his protections so that he could talk with Lance in his dreams

I'm probably reading way too much into this, but Keith literally let Lance inside all of his defenses. This is his how much he likes Lance. He stripped down all his protection that he's had for like, forever and let himself be vulnerable ALL FOR LANCE. I CANNOT BELIEVE,, THE SHEER EMOTION AND TRUST SHOWN IN THIS SCENE,,, UGH MY HEART

6. Similarly, the garden scene

This is Keith's private place. This is where he goes to remember his parents, and he let Lance come with him. Again, probably reading way to much into this, but Keith is actually letting Lance in? I mean it's never stated explicitly in the fic but I don't think Keith really goes around sharing the garden with people... wHICH MAKES THIS SO MUCH MORE SPECIAL HDJCKDKSKC I WAS LITERALLY CLUTCHING MY CHEST I CANNOT BELIEVE THIS

7. Keith giving Lance his mom's jacket

Keith didn't even let Shiro, his own brother, keep some of his parents' books from him. Granted, it was a different situation, but still. Keith is incredibly protective of anything and everything related to his parents, so the fact that he let Lance wear and KEEP his mom's jacket?? Is like the equivalent of other people literally ripping out their heart for someone else. The Klance here is absolutely wonderful.

8. The 'fuck your emotions' scene

WELL DAMN, APVRRISH, FUCK WITH MY EMOTIONS WONT YOU?? THEYRE BOTH SO GODDAMN SELF SACRIFICIAL??? LIKE LANCE I GET IT YOU LOVE HIM AND DONT WANT HIM TO GET HURT BUT DONT PUSH HIM AWAY LIKE THIS PLEASE,, ON ONE HAND THIS SHOWS HOW MUCH LANCE CARES FOR KEITH AND WANTS HIM TO BE SAFE BUT ON THE OTHER HAND 'FUCK YOUR EMOTIONS' LANCE QUOTES LIKE ITS NO BIG DEAL... stop taking both mine and Keith's hearts and stomping them into bits you HEARTBREAKER

9. "The bell, when it rings above Lance's head, still cruelly sounds like laughter."

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. CATCH ME SCREAMING INTO THE VOID BECAUSE DAMNNNNNNNN. THE HOLY UNION OF BEAUTIFUL WRITING AND ALL OF THE FEELS IN THE WORLD. My eyes do not deserve to see the glory that is this sentence,, I had to give it a separate topic from Quotes because it was just. So good,,, Even now I feel like I'm not doing it justice, but it's so MIND BLOWINGLY AWESOME that I just can't. 👏🏻👏🏻 you did good, apvrrish.

10. Keith realizing he loves Lance

Need I say any more? Literally ALL I could dare to ask for. It's beautiful and I love it a lot. I also like how you didn't make it this big panicky moment for Keith, because honestly? Finding out that you're in love with someone isn't supposed to be all 'oH MY GOD WHAT DO I DO THIS IS BAD'. If realizing that you're in love with someone is bad, well, why are you in love with that person in the first place?

I kinda went off on a tangent there but anyways!! My main point- I really REALLY liked you portrayal of this scene and the way you wrote it. *swallows down the screams of the damned my emotional heart*

11. The dandelion

They're soul bound. They're soul bound, and Keith used a love spell thingy to track down Lance because he loves him and holy hell they're SOUL BOUND. I mean, the whole soulmate thing is low key overdone, not just in this fandom but everywhere. Yet apvrrish manages to put her own unique spin on the whole thing, incorporating magic and the idea of 'marriage bonds', which is really unique.

12. The idea of modern magic

Okay so I've been trying to go in chronological order but as I keep reading I just find this world so so cool. Most times there's a magical AU, the characters are somehow in the past, or it's a different world. But this, this is a combination of modern tech and somehow also these awesome magical abilities. There are potions with real life ingredients (certain types of wood, flowers, stones or minerals, etc.) and for realistic purposes. This is so realistic that I can actually imagine it happening, which is GREAT because it shows just how good of a writer that apvrrish is, but at the same time, makes me wish so so hard that I could be part of this world. Modern magic,, hdjckskc stab me in the heart with everything I've ever wanted, won't you?

13. “True love or some shit, I think,” Lance says cheerfully, and waves his hand.

Another quote too good for the Quotes section. He says this so nonchalantly?? It fits Lance's character SO WELL and so was really funny (idrk why it just made me smile a lot). Also, they're in LOVEEEEEEEEEEEEE~

14. Red!!

Beautiful cat child is cute and deserves all the love. I ADORE witch familiars, and Red helping Keith out with the exorcism thing was really pleasing to read. Also,, Red and Lance interactions. The pLaYFuL bAnTEr between Keith and Lance. Hhhhhhhhhhhhh I love this so muchhhh

15. The ending

tHE ENDING, OH MY GOD THE ENDING. THEY LITERALLY RODE INTO THE SUNSET ON A MOTORCYCLE. IM CRYING ITS SO CLICHE BUT BEAUTIFUL??? ME, SOBBING? ITS MORE LIKELY THAN YOU THINK BECAUSE THIS IS A GORGEOUS CONCLUSION.

Also! "“Why not?” he says quietly, leaning back against Lance’s chest. “We’ve got time.”"

That. THAT. I've already said this in a comment on the fic itself, but this is so good it needs to be said again. This entire story has kind of a recurring theme of how Keith doesn't have enough time with his loved ones (his parents and Lance because of the curse). But now that he broke the curse, he finally had time to be all cutesy and happy with Lance because they have time. Lance is no longer in danger of dying, and so they can take the long way and enjoy life just because now, they can. Catch me screaming into the void again because THIS IS BEAUTIFUL.

A last note- I found a song that kinda fits for this fic. The lyrics match the best, but in general the song is also super pretty!! So if you have time give it a listen because it's,, so good (jUST LIKE THIS FIC).

I still feel like all this ranting isn't enough to do this work of art and perfection justice, but anyways!! Apvrrish, continue being the awesomely amazing writer you are.

~Paladin

#honestly!!#a gem of a fic #voltron #vld #fanfiction #apvrrish #calling me to come back #ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh i still love it so much

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pilindiel · 8 years ago

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The Promise of the World Pt. 3 |AO3|

Pairing: Victuuri

Rating: T

Word Count: 3697

Excerpt:

After a certain point it stops being disgusting and starts being a determination. Yuuri doesn't care how pruned his fingers are or how blistered his hands get. The ache in his arms and legs don't matter when the musty smell starts to fade and the grime in the wood grain gets brushed out with scalding, soapy water.

Hours pass. The sun outside rises high and shadows grow stout and short before nearly disappearing, and Yuuri is just getting started.

The task before him is daunting, but Yuuri spent the majority of the morning after breakfast deciding where to begin. Yurio sits in a corner by the fire, pretending to pour his attention into a large, leather-bond book that barely covers his knobby knees, but Yuuri can feel his and Christophe's eyes on him as he surveys the mess before them.

They're probably just as concerned as he is where he should start. God knows it's not going to be easy.

He hasn't dealt with worse, but cleaning is something Yuuri knows he's good at, and he takes a breath.

Yuuri turns, broom in hand, and stomps over to the window. It's been beaten down and weathered, dark paint peeling along the frame and the stool, and Yuuri grimaces. Still, a little bit of fresh air may make things more palatable, and with a grunt he manages to dislodge the rusted lock. The window whines in protest as he shoves it open, but the gust of air is welcomed and Yuuri tries to ignore the myriad of dead spiders and bugs that float down from the glass.

Even with the windows wide open and the warm, sea breeze billowing through the curtains, the dust sticks. It's coated every inch of furniture and the deeper Yuuri digs, the more appalled he gets.

The sheer amount of trash that Yuuri finds is sickening. Old food is almost a relief compared to the absolute crap he's found. There are discarded jackets, torn through with all manner of cuts and burns, left in long shreds over a chair. He finds unmarked pages of parchment in a heavy, leaded box with a crusted over lock. A shoe, clearly discarded and moth eaten, is under the sink. There are boxes of prunes, half full of dust and unrecognizable spheres that tumble out of a drawer when Yuuri opens it.

He wonders, after throwing several things down the stairs of the entryway, whether any of this stuff is actually worth keeping. The parchment seems useful, but as Yuuri starts setting the fourth lonely shoe aside, he decides that none of it can be this important.

The books he finds are nestled comfortably in a shelf by the stairs and several stacks of paper are slipped into drawers, but everything else goes.

Hours pass. The sun outside rises high and shadows grow stout and short before nearly disappearing, and Yuuri is just getting started.

It almost becomes automatic. He sections off the first floor in his mind: kitchen, dining room, bookcase, fireplace. The sink gets cleared. The laundry gets washed. Trash is thrown. Yuuri curses for what feels like the millionth time, voice clipped and rough as he rubs a stubborn spot in the floor.

Slowly, surely, the smell fades.

Either that or Yuuri has gotten so used to it that his nostrils are forever burned, but he takes it as a good sign.

When he sees the grain of the wood, polished and sparkling and free of gunk, he feels a little more relaxed.

Victor's castle, he realizes, is actually quite beautiful when you can actually see it.

The light from the window shines a lot more brightly when not smeared with dust and the stone walls, though mostly bare, are warm and inviting. The floor glitters when polished and Yuuri is surprised to find how soft the whole place looks now. Magical, but in a simple way. Like how you can feel a cool breeze kiss your cheek on an early morning.

Yuuri shifts his attention with a gentle hum to the fireplace, hefting a roll of muslin in his arms.

Christophe splutters, tiny tendrils clinging to a single, half-eaten log. “I'm going out, Yuuri!” he whines, “Get some firewood, quick!”

Yuuri tries not to roll his eyes as he lays down the fabric, grabbing a pair of fire tongs in his gnarled hands. Adding this on top of the scandalized gasps he received from his audience throughout the course of the day, he figured this would be the least of everyone's problems. Shouldn't they be congratulating him? Didn't they see the garbage he had to clean? Why was everyone in this household so dramatic?

“You'll be fine,” Yuuri says, tenderly picking Christophe's log with his tools, “I'm just cleaning out the ashes.”

“No I'm not fine!” the fire coughs petulantly, tiny arms flailing as Yuuri sets him aside, “Please, please Yuuri.”

With a sigh, Yuuri hefts the iron ash shovel in his hands, using its long pole to scrape the mountainous pile of ashes into the waiting arms of the cloth on the floor. It chokes the air as it falls, sticking to the inside of Yuuri's throat, but he toughs through his violent coughs, ignoring Christophe's feeble protests as he continues his task.

“Calm down,” Yuuri tuts as he ties the fabric off and drags it over his shoulder, “I'll be right back.” Yuuri's stumpy legs feel every step as he trudges down the small set of stairs and his back creaks when he dumps the ashes unceremoniously with the rest of the rubbish on the other side of the door.

He pauses a moment outside the castle to breathe. The ocean air is warm but not overpowering, and the gentle wind rustles his gray hairs. He can tell the market is bustling still – the smell of fish is rank through the street and he can hear distant, jovial chatter. It's comforting. Homely.

Yuuri's throat tightens and he blinks rapidly. For a second it sits heavy in his chest, coils around his lungs and threatens to topple him to the cobbles.

He swallows hard, sniffs, and wipes the sweat off his brow.

Later, Yuuri. You still have work to do.

When Yuuri tromps back up the stairs, his quite certain his heart stutters to a stop.

Victor, smile warm and soft, is standing before the fire in all his glory. His blond hair, more visible in the sunlight, practically sparkles as he turns. Victor's eyes meet Yuuri's without hesitation and the hatter has no time to avert them.

Yuuri wonders if his gasp is as loud as it feels escaping his chest.

“I'd appreciate if you didn't torment my friend,” Victor says with a small chuckle, stepping closer into Yuuri's space. Christophe hums in agreement, but all Yuuri can muster is a curt nod, eyes scanning Victor's face.

His neck burns and Yuuri is certain it's not from the work of his cleaning expedition. Victor is so close Yuuri can see the crinkle in the corner of his eyes as he smiles, the different shades of blue. Yuuri wants to bask in it. Drown in it. He feels the breath leave his lungs and grabs the back of the chair by the fire to steady himself.

Christophe makes a snide comment, though whether it's related to the cleaning or Yuuri's reactions he isn't sure – he cant hear anything over the thudding of his heart. All he is sure of is the puff of smoke suddenly in the air and the way it sticks like tar in his lungs.

Yuuri's eyes blur and he cant stop the hacking of his lungs; the stuttered intake of breath and the rough coughing that ensues. Victor is no better off – and his breathes come in sharp gasps as he coughs and grips the back of the chair by the fireplace in support.

Yuuri's not sure what prompts it: what makes the question bubble up before he can stop it. He's not sure whether it's seeing Victor's carefully held composure fall or his own underlying need to tease someone who clearly isn't as inhuman as he's seemed, but he can't help it. “Is everyone around you this dramatic?” Yuuri wheezes, wiping tears from his eyes. The smile he gets in response is better than anything Yuuri could have expected.

It pulls at Victor's lips, lights up his face, and he's so close Yuuri can pin-point the exact place the gradient in his eyes change from dark to light blue. “Only if they live with me,” Victor replies, trying to clear his throat. Yuuri smiles back and tries not to think too hard about the rapid beating of his heart.

“Well, I better step up my game if I'm going to fit in,” Yuuri responds.

Victor's expression softens and Yuuri's gaze flies down to their hands, barely centimeters apart on the back of the chair. The wood does little to hold him steady, and Yuuri is certain he'll tumble to the ground if so much as the wind passes between them. Victor's slender pinkie pokes Yuuri's thumb and Yuuri swears he must have shocked him with some sort of magic to get his heart to speed up that fast. Yuuri can't stop staring at the way words form so perfectly around Victor's lips, the way his mouth almost forms a heart. “I think you're fitting in just fine.”

Yuuri wonders, momentarily, what it would be like to lean forward, to get further into Victor's space and bask in the sunlight he seems to radiate, but he stills. Holds. Waits for Victor to move.

Yuuri tries to swallow and Victor follows the bobbing of his Adam's Apple with his eyes before dragging them back up to Yuuri's face.

The clomp of feet on the stairs startles both of them and Victor steps back, pulling his coat more securely around his shoulder. Yurio takes the steps two at a time as he clambers down the stairs, smile alight.

“Victor, I just finished this one,” he says triumphantly, holding up a frayed, red leather-bound book, “Where's the next?” Victor's smile is there but Yuuri notices there's no pinch to the corner of his eyes, no light to his gaze. Still, the wizard waves his hand and another volume floats off the shelf, this one doted with purples and golds. Yurio grins and bounds over to it, plucking it out of the air with ease and treasuring it close to his chest.

Victor, however, heads towards the door.

“Leaving already?” Christophe wonders and Yuuri definitely catches the concern in his voice when Victor turns the knob. The darkness is deep, all-encompassing. A shiver crawls up Yuuri's spine as he stares out, the hairs rising on the back of his neck.

“Make sure our housekeeper doesn't get carried away while I'm gone,” Victor says over his shoulder before stepping out into the void. The door closes behind him with a deafening clunk and the three of them are left in silence.

Yurio's eye-roll is so exaggerated it's almost audible. “Yuuri,” he complains, “What did you do now?”

“Oh simple,” Christophe says with a sigh, adding to the theatrics, “I was almost smothered to death, subsequently killing Victor in the process.”

Yuuri lifts his chin, lips pressed in a thin line. “You're fine,” he replies hotly, picking up his discarded broom, “Now quit bothering me. I've got work to do.”

He begins to ascend the stairs, only to be stopped by a shaky grip on the back of his shirt. Yurio, flushed and wide-eyed, stares up at him.

“W-Wait!” he blurts out, “You cant go up there!”

Yuuri can't stop his grin or the way one of his eyebrows quirks. “Whatever you don't want me to clean, better hide it now.”

Yurio pales, glances up at the darkness above, then frantically crawls up the steps, slipping on the third before gaining momentum. “Save my room for last!” he shouts. Yuuri waits a moment, for the inevitable frantic slamming of a door, before finally letting out a laugh. Honestly, these little outbursts must be giving him some energy because he feels much lighter than before.

He still takes the stairs slowly, the creaks echoing softly through the castle.

When he finally reaches the landing and gets a better view of the hallway, he can't stop the pinching of his brow. It's like the first floor all over again, dust and grime and foul odors burning his nose. The only window he can see is far too high up to open and Yuuri rubs his temples.

Well, this is going to be a pain.

He jiggles the closest door, knob brassy and warm to the touch, and Yuuri's not sure what knocks him back more – the colors or the smell.

The humid air hits him in a wall, steam rolling out of the room endlessly. Yuuri's glasses fog immediately and he glowers as he takes a step back, batting the blur away from his sight.

Yuuri crinkles his nose when his eyes finally adjust. Ah, he thinks, The bathroom. It's much brighter in the bathroom than the hall, but it is in almost a worse state than the rest of the house. Water drips slowly from the faucet, leaving a terrible ring of rust around the drain of the sink and there are discarded towels and bowls all over the ground, but Yuuri could almost deal with that if it weren't for the...paint? The stains that decorate the walls are far too vibrant and colourful to be normal, and for a moment Yuuri wonders if he'll break some sort of spell if he so much as steps inside. Splatters of green, pink, blue and orange litter the walls, the sink, the toilet, the tub.

Dear God, the tub.

It's still full of steaming murky water, perfume bottles and oils strewn along the edges. In fact, unmarked bottles and bath salts are spilled over the floor and, of course, there are books piled here too, on a lone stool by the sorry excuse for a toilet. The smell is at least welcomed – overly sweet, overly flowery, with a headiness that makes Yuuri a little dizzy – but Yuuri is more sympathetic to it than the dry, sooty smell he's been dealing with all day.

With a huff he stomps over to the window and shoves it open, marveling as the wind blows him back. His hair is a frantic mess and when the steam clears once more from his frames, he's in awe. The castle clanks and shakes, metal clanging and banging relentlessly, and for the first time since he got here Yuuri seems to realize:

He is in a castle. He is in a castle that moves. He is staying in a castle that moves and is full of magic that no normal person has ever been able to witness before.

Giddy, childlike excitement floods through his veins and Yuuri turns, yelling down the stairs. “Chris! Christophe!” He feels breathless and he takes the first couple of steps, stooping down to stare at the fire through the gaps in the railing. “Are you the one moving the castle?”

Christophe smirks, hazel eyes alight. “So you've finally realized it?”

Yuuri can't still his enthusiasm, practically bouncing in place. “I am thoroughly impressed! You're a first class fire-demon, I like your spark!” Yuuri winks, but he's certain he sees the tiniest bit of blue rise to Christophe's cheeks before he disappears.

Yuuri trudges up the stairs as fast as his stocky legs can carry him, all the way up the second set to the top floor. He wrestles with the door outside, ignoring Yurio's surprised shriek, and smiles as the gust of wind rustles his clothes. He steps out onto the balcony and leans over the railing, letting the wooded air engulf him.

The mountains were always this distant backdrop to his hometown. A looming, silent protector of his little city and their little lives. Isolating, but in a comforting way – like a parent or guardian who wants to defend their loved ones from the outside world.

It's different being this close, where the snow on their peaks isn't just a smattering of colour, but a very clear distinction of rock and trees, shades and hues. There are trees all around, something Yuuri wasn't expecting. It's not heavily forested, but they are sturdy and tall – spruces that bring a faint piney scent and make the ache in Yuuri's bones a little more bearable. The short grasses have small sprouts of yellow and white flowers and in the distance, reflecting it all, is a lake that takes Yuuri's breath away.

The water is undisturbed like glass, like a painting, covered with shades of the deepest, clearest blue Yuuri has ever seen. It stretches on for miles, endless and elegant, and Yuuri looks wistfully on, wondering where the far distant shore ends.

Yurio joins him at the railing after a moment, pudgy arms crossed.

“It's beautiful,” Yuuri sighs, despite beautiful barely scraping the surface of what he feels.

Yurio doesn't take the opportunity to be petulant for once and instead he nods solemnly. “It's called Star Lake.” Before Yuuri can ask more, a banging startles both of them and Yurio leans over the railing to get a better look.

“Hey, what's that stick doing in there?” he wonders. Yuuri catches sight of long, brightly colored wood and sighs.

“Help me with this, Yurio,” he requests, reaching out to wrap his crooked fingers around the branch. Yurio nods and holds on and Yuuri sucks in a breath and pulls. The clothes pop up first as they start to wiggle the stick free and they're just as Yuuri remembers: light blue sparkling along long white sleeves with a dark blue scarf and a top hat that sits lopsidedly against a tan, knobby covered face. One of the growths gets stuck along one of the sides of the hole he's found himself in, but Yuuri shifts his weight and maneuvers him safely out, seeing those dark eyes and that painted on, borderline mischievous, smile.

“It's a scarecrow,” Yurio exclaims, making a face, “His head looks like a ginger root.”

“Yep,” Yuuri murmurs, wiping his sweating hands on his pants after they set the stick down, “He always seems to get stuck upside down.”

With a flourish the scarecrow jumps, spinning happily in place on one of the castle's many mechanical appendages.

Yuuri and Yurio watch him for a moment before Yuuri rubs the back of his neck. “He keeps following me everywhere. Seems to have taken a liking to me.”

Yurio eyes him suspiciously, his hum uncertain but teasing. “Are you sure you're not a wizard, Yuuri?”

The hatter turns to his companion and waggles his eyebrows. “Oh yes,” he says, voice gravely and menacing. He leans down and grins maliciously as the corners of Yurio's mouth twitches, “I'm the worst kind of wizard ever, the kind that cleans.” He pokes Yurio in the stomach and the laughter that bubbles between the two of them is light. Pleasant.

When the castle slows to a stop, Yuuri uses it as a perfect opportunity to air out the piles of laundry he accumulated in his endeavor, roping in his two companions to help while he sets things up for a quick lunch.

The scarecrow, affectionately named 'Root', stands proudly on top of the castle's nose, sequined arms glittering in the sun as he holds four lines of laundry in his stiff arms.

Yuuri and Yurio drag out a table and sit by the lake, enjoying the chirp of birds and the gentle lapping of the water against the banks as they nibble on spiced sausage and warm, sourdough bread.

Yuuri can't stop staring at the vastness of the lake as they sit, at the distant clouds and the crisp air. At the splatter of tiny flowers at his feet and the beauty of the landscape. He sinks into his chair, letting the mug of tea in his hands spread warmth through his skin, and lets his mind wander.

“I think he likes doing the laundry,” Yurio comments, looking back up at the scarecrow.

Yuuri hums, barely listening. “I bet he'll have it dry in no time.”

“I bet he's some sort of demon,” Yurio pipes up again, with the singular attention only a child can have, “Christophe doesn't seem to mind him at all.”

“You're right, he probably is a demon,” Yuuri mumbles, feeling a smile tug at his lips, “But he lead me here, so maybe he's the good kind.”

After several moments of silence Yurio leaves him to his tea, and Yuuri sits quietly, watching the breeze flutter the reflections of the water.

It makes things a little easier, a little more heartening. If he wasn't cursed, he would have never left his home. Would have never seen this beautiful castle or this beautiful lake. He would have never felt this peace.

Then again the monotony was safe, familiar. He would have never had to feel this peace, because he wouldn't have needed the reprieve.

It stirs in him heavily, sits in his chest and coils around his lungs, suffocating him. He wants to solve Victor's problems, but he knows he can't. He wants to fix his own curse, but he knows he can't.

He wants to go home, but he knows he can't.

Yuuri leans back hard against the wood of the chair, chest tight. The press against his skin is grounding in a way, but the serenity of the lake before him is no longer as calming. It's a reminder of where he is and how he got here; of the problems he's faced and the trials he knows are still to come. The distant clouds, which at first were calming, almost feel like they're mocking him now – a constant noise and darkness whenever he finds quiet.

It's almost a relief when Yurio calls him inside and helps him carry in his chair – he wasn't sure how much longer he could be left with his thoughts.

Peace can only last so long when your mind constantly prepares for chaos.

#fic: the promise of the world #fic: tpotw #victuuri #yuuri katsuki #victor nikiforov #toasty posty #pil writes #so i totally have a sinus infection #i got some medicine for it finally though so thats good!!#s/o to anyone who can figure out who the scarecrow is

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sirrmo-blog · 7 years ago

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Scars & Stretchmarks

sometimes i feel like everyone has their place, like each person fits neatly into a square where they have been put since birth, and i’m just walking on the lines between those unable to connect with anyone, i feel more free but also more restricted. left behind? no, like i’m a dead man walking, not because of dread but because the way this world has treated me, like i’m not alive, but not good enough for death. i feel left behind and all i want to do is scream but my voice can’t find the words to express the pain i feel when i look up at the night sky and understand that i see it differently from others but not why. sometimes i wonder if its better to die, but i wanna live and see this world for all its glory proper, travel and learn all it has to offer see all it has in store and when everything is sold out i want to search for more. they say the world or an oyster but that’s not true, our mind is an oyster that we need to escape to shine as the pearl inside me and you we need to shine bright and show them all we can do, but now i feel like a left alone pearl in a sea of sand, shiny and about to be grabbed by the hand of faith as it will try to sell me for what i can and cant do instead of what i want to learn and be, i feel like its not good enough anymore to be me.

when i was a kid i used to run around doing handstands on demand as other kids would either laugh smile or call me the man, i wasn’t but those seconds of blood rushing to my head and hands made me feel like an invincible god, like an eight year old boy unbroken feelings never unspoken understood with every movement the way the sky worked before the times minors twerked before sex had to be a thing we were all queens and kings. but then we were all equal, and sometimes equality isn’t enough when quantity overrules decision one will try to be on top to make their voice sound louder, and so they called the names like cannon fodder shooting on the range with every shot getting odder until our tears could make us rivers we could sail away on. as i grew up i still looked at this world like we were kings and queens, only i had lost my crown when a stray name hit it off my head shot by a larger king with a furious frown. my monarchy dismantled by the pain caused as my tears fell and my heart paused. i tried to find help but no friends came to help me, they left me to burn in my keep, and through the ashes i sank deep not knowing the pain would only get worse.

when i was a kid i used to see myself as a knight, noble and willing to sacrifice anything, i had always thought i would get the chance to fight by the person who showed me he was the true king, i never got to meet my king, never got to fight my fight or die in the battles i never fought. got to see each battle end by the way the sky bend and the battlefield ran crimson and the rivers red as the wine my king dined with the night before our fight, i was left behind. saw the glimmer of stick like swords on the horizon announcing a battle i never got to take part in.

i’ll never think i was the only one who felt like this, nor that mine is the worst or even a special case. but my pain similar yet unique to others was ignored as long as no one was bothered by the fact that i cried myself to sleep begging for comfort or relief praying to every star to lower that bar and make people want to be my friend, over time my wound closed, grew, opened and faded, the home of my memories a house more dilapidated than the haunted mansions we would dare others to go in at night, my pain will never leave me, and my scars will never leave me, my stretchmarks will not let me forget my past, and everytime i look into the mirror i will only see black, blinded by the disgust i feel for a being as lowly as me. my hate consumed fate wont release me untill i learn to let go, but that is something i cant do alone. i will walk the top of these walls excluded untill i find my empty square that i will make my own, then i will break the walls down and meet the people around me so we dont stand alone, i will shine like i diamond in the rough knowing the going will get tough but we wont give up. we have made our silly rules for this world, but we can change them. lets give love and equality a fighting chance on this, our last stance. a new wave of hope will charge us with the firosity to keep going, hoping but never knowing what lays beyond that horizon. we will fight with our hearts on our sleves not caring about pet peeves we will accept diversion and include this new way of thinking and spread our wishes and hopes, letting our dreams sit as we fullfill them not in our sleep but as people standing strong on our two feet. our memories are the past, and they will no longer bind me.

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