#to tag about Gisela

[synonymroll648]

still thinking about the shadowflux tracker that tam pulled out of keefe's chest and put into a recyclable water bottle. like. how long did it take gisela to realize that it wasn't in keefe anymore? did she go to hunt him down at any point and end up poking around an incinerator or smth like 'tf does my spyball mean he's alive in here?'

[desperatepleasures]

tbh my only kkm opinion that matters is that gisela is a bossy pillow princess who needs to get service topped by a mean redheaded lady <3

[jackredfieldwasmyjacob]

FELLOW EUROFANS! this is my only oportunity to talk about OT AND Eurovision so I have to post this video I just found about Eurovision songs in Operación Triunfo (updated until the 3rd week of OT 2023), if you have any questions i will be more than glad to answer them !!!!

Just in case it is a bit confusing as it is not in english, in the left you'll see the country and the year it went to eurovision, then it will say the song in the middle and below it the person who sung it in OT and when in the program (also the edition which is important to me personally), and in the left there's the position it got on ESC <3

[sihtricfedaraaahvicius]

The Dating Game

Note: surprise. I said I wasn't going to post or even write a fic at all today, but this came to me after a nap and I wrote it within a few hours. soooo... this is just a silly little fic that I hope will entertain you.

Warnings: fluff/lightly suggestive.

pairing: Modern!Sihtric x you (f) (slight hint of reader x Modern!Osferth)

summary: Sihtric and Osferth both wanted to win you over by the end of the night.

wordcount: 3k

Masterlist

You friends Gisela and Eadith couldn't stand the sight of you being miserable anymore. It had been over six months since your last relationship ended, and they felt it was time for you to go out and have fun again. You had been hesitant at first, but soon realised they were right and you agreed to tag along. They made movie reservations and promised there would be cute guys, but you didn't really care about any of that right now, you just wanted a fun night. You only knew Uhtred, as he was Gisela's boyfriend, and you had only heard of the other guys by their names; Finan, Sihtric and Osferth. The plan was to meet up at a pub, play some pool and then go and see the latest horror movie all together. 

You were the last to arrive at the agreed spot, and your friends quickly introduced you to the guys you didn't know yet. Osferth, a cute blond guy, shyly smiled and shook hands with you and you noticed he kept staring at you the whole time after. Finan was dark haired and muscular, he spoke with an Irish accent and gave you a bear hug. He was handsome and friendly, but you could tell he was more interested in Eadith and you couldn't blame him for that. Then there was Sihtric, who had duo-coloured eyes and a haircut that was half shaved off. You weren't sure if you thought he was attractive or incredibly intimidating, but he gave you a tight hug and let his hand linger on your waist when you both pulled back. You felt yourself blush and were happy that Uhtred soon drew everyone's attention when he announced he'd pay for the first round of drinks.

'Did you bring your own wallet?' Gisela asked.

'Of course!' Uhtred smiled, but he later found out that he had in fact not brought his wallet, and Gisela had to pay for it.

The pub was rather quiet and there were several pool tables free to play at. While you enjoyed a drink with Sihtric, Osferth had been trying to gather the courage to ask you to compete against him for the past twenty minutes, but he found it hard to get your attention as Sihtric had never left your side since you were introduced. You didn't mind Sihtric's company, because he turned out to be soft spoken, sweet and funny. Osferth took a step towards you and then back again, and he kept that going for at least five more minutes. Then, when he finally walked up to you and opened his mouth to speak, Sihtric beat him to the question.

'Want to play some pool?' the Dane asked you.

You happily agreed and Sihtric took your hand, walking you to the pool table, much to Osferth's disappointment and he was left with no partner to play with. While Sihtric prepared the table, Osferth saw another chance, and he came up to you as you stood at the side.

'Can I maybe join you guys?' he asked.

Sihtric gave Osferth a hard stare, meaning no, but you felt bad for the shy boy and told him that it was okay. Before the game could begin, you were pulled to the bathroom by your girlfriends to ask you if you were enjoying yourself and if you enjoyed the company.

'I think Sihtric and Osferth like you,' Gisela said as you all checked your hair and make-up in the mirror.

'Really?' you frowned, 'I'm not sure…'

'They totally do,' Eadith grinned, 'Sihtric can't keep his eyes off you, and I haven't seen him smile like that since forever.'

'And Osferth has been gathering all his courage to talk to you,' Gisela chuckled.

While your friends tried to peak your interest in the guys in front of the bathroom mirror, Sihtric walked over to Osferth while holding a cue stick.

'What are you doing?' Sihtric asked and leaned on the stick, towering over Osferth.

'What do you mean?' Osferth asked innocently.

'Dude, you're being a cockblock.'

'What? I'm not-'

'Yes, you are,' Sihtric clicked his tongue, 'why can't you play pool with the others?'

'Because Uhtred gets annoyed when he loses and Finan cheats.'

Sihtric knew Osferth had a valid point, but he still wasn't happy about him joining.

'Fine,' Sihtric eventually said, and he looked at Osferth for a moment, 'do you like her?'

'Who?'

'The new girl,' Sihtric rolled his eyes.

'Oh,' Osferth's cheeks turned bright red, 'I… I don't know, m-maybe, I- I guess- why?'

'Just asking,' Sihtric said, and he cursed under his breath as he walked back to the other side of the table.

And Osferth smiled, because he was very aware of what he was doing, and he wasn't planning on letting Sihtric win this easily.

Not much later you returned with your friends, and while Eadith and Gisela went back to their own pool partners, the game officially began for Sihtric and Osferth. But their goal was not to win pool, it was to win your heart by the end of the night. And poor Osferth didn't know it yet, but he didn't stand a chance. You thought he was cute, but he wasn't your type, and you just wanted to include him because he was adorable and you wanted everyone to have a fun night. Sihtric was pretty decent at pool, while you and Osferth sucked at it. Sihtric saw the opportunity to teach you some tricks, and so he gladly did while Osferth couldn't do anything other than watch how the Dane got close to you. It was a classic trick in the flirting book; Sihtric stood behind you and helped you to take on a better position, and then he showed you how to hold the cue stick properly while your hands and bodies touched. Osferth gritted his teeth as he watched the scene unfold and he crossed his arms, annoyed. While Sihtric helped you out, he looked up at Osferth and grinned proudly. When it was Osferth's turn again, Sihtric walked past him and slapped his shoulder, hard, 'One-nil,' he said and winked.

You were oblivious to their rivalry, but then you really only had eyes for Sihtric anyway. After a few rounds of playing pool you went to get yourself a drink at the bar. Sihtric was quick to follow you, after he had shoved Osferth back who wanted to attempt that same thing, and he snuck up behind you. He wrapped his arms around your waist and lifted you up, making you squeal lightly in his arms while Osferth could only stand back and watch, again. You giggled when Sihtric put you back down on your feet, and he kept one arm around you as he stood next to you. He leaned on the bar and looked at you, completely smitten, and you knew you had the exact same look on your face. You had never met a guy as breathtaking as him before and you were going to take your chances with him, even if maybe he was only looking for a fling; you were single and looking for a good time.

Sihtric bought you a drink and you both walked back to the pool tables, but you stopped just before the short stairs that led down to the table's floor, and you both decided to have your drinks at a high table that looked out over your friends and the games they played. At first you and Sihtric stood on opposite sides of the table as you had some small talk, but he smoothly moved closer and circled his arm around your waist again after a little while. He pulled you in and it felt almost natural to place one hand on his waist while you nervously played with the straw in your drink that was on the table with your free hand.

'Hey,' Sihtric said and leaned in closer, his warm voice made you melt instantly, 'you okay?'

'Yeah,' you mumbled and smiled shyly.

'Yeah?' he murmured and pulled you flush against him, 'you okay with me?'

'Mhm,' you hummed with reddened cheeks.

Your hand snuck around his waist and under his zipped hoodie, while Sihtric swayed you lightly and he chuckled.

'Yeah?' he asked again, 'you don't mind me? Don't mind this?' he asked, his lips grazing your temple as he spoke.

'I don't mind it,' you smiled, clearly even more shy.

You tried to look away from Sihtric, but he followed you with his eyes and he smiled.

'Oh, don't be shy with me,' he purred and bit down on his lip, then circled his other arm around you as well and almost leaned his forehead against yours.

'Yeah, well,' you mumbled and laughed softly while butterflies rushed through your stomach.

You felt safe and comfortable in his strong arms, and he smelled nice too. Sihtric was more affectionate than anyone you'd ever been with before, but you enjoyed his harmless clingy nature.

He trailed his hands slowly up and down your sides, his mismatched eyes still fixated on you while you looked up at him. The tension grew, and you both slowly leaned in closer until you almost kissed. But just before your lips touched you were both pulled out of your little love bubble when Osferth suddenly cleared his throat next to you. Sihtric looked at his friend, annoyed, and Osferth smiled sheepishly.

'If you guys could finish your drinks,' Osferth said, 'then we can go to the movie theatre.'

'Oh,' you said, a little disappointed by the buzz kill, 'eh, yeah, sure.'

Sihtric only glared at Osferth without saying a word, and you both finished your drinks soon after. Sihtric took out his phone after he had put on his jacket and he suddenly felt nervous when he wanted to ask for your number. He noticed you looked over at him while you grabbed your own coat, and he pretended to be very busy on his phone as he tried to calm his heartbeat. You couldn't help but smile, and your friends hadn't been blind to the chemistry between you and the pretty Danish boy.

'Do you like him?' Gisela asked.

'You don't mind him being all over you?' Eadith asked, 'because that's just how he is.'

'If he's too much you can just tell him,' Gisela added.

'Girls, calm down,' you rolled your eyes, 'everything is fine.'

'More than fine it seems,' Eadith grinned and nudged your elbow.

'Stop it,' you hissed, but your smile betrayed your feelings to your friends.

'He's sweet, just not the brightest,' Eadith then snorted.

'What?' you laughed, 'what do you mean?'

'Well,' Eadith began, but she was hushed by your other friend.

Gisela saw Sihtric walk over and she quickly pulled Eadith with her, away from you, but staying close enough to eavesdrop.

'So,' Sihtric began and cleared his throat, 'eh, would you… I mean, is it okay if like… I… can I have your number?'

You smiled and told him it was okay, and he began to search for his phone. You waited for him to get his phone and watched him search his pockets, but then you noticed he held his phone in his hand already.

'Hold on,' Sihtric chuckled, 'I misplaced my phone,' he mumbled as he searched the inside pockets of his jacket.

'Eh,' you laughed, 'I… think you're holding it?'

'What?'

'You're holding it.'

'Where?' Sihtric frowned, then looked down at his hand, 'oh,' he said, then laughed and shook his head, 'sorry.'

So he was not the brightest indeed, but he was still cute. You gave him your number and your friends gave you a proud smile when you looked at them as you all headed out of the pub. Osferth sulked behind you and Sihtric, and he sighed when he saw the Dane smoothly intertwine his fingers with yours as you crossed the street, and he looked back over his shoulder to mouth 'Two-nil,' to Osferth. You looked up at Sihtric and smiled, after which he let go of your hand and wrapped his arm around your shoulders. You strolled through the city, to the movie theatre, while you and Sihtric continued to chat and got to know a little more about each other.

'Are you excited for the movie?' Sihtric asked as you approached the theatre.

'Not really,' you confessed, to which he laughed.

'You don't like horror?'

'I'm okay with it, just not on the big screen.'

'Scared easily?'

'Yep,' you chuckled.

'Well,' Sihtric shrugged, 'I heard they reserved tickets for the lounge chairs.'

'Lounge chairs?'

'Yeah, you know, I think they're actually called loveseats. It's basically a small couch. So,' he smiled, 'if you get scared you can always hide in my arms,' he winked.

'I might just do that,' you smiled shyly again, and Sihtric was being a gentleman by holding the entrance door open for you.

Osferth was still behind you, and Sihtric was fast to let go of the door so it almost hit Osferth in the face. And Sihtric looked back over his shoulder as he held your hand again, and he mouthed 'Three-nil,' to Osferth with a grin, who huffed in reply.

Osferth finally saw his chance with you. Sihtric and Uhtred were talking while you and the girls got into a conversation too, and you all walked up to your seats. Gisela was going to sit with Uhtred, everyone knew that, and Eadith sat down next to Finan. As Uhtred excused himself to move past you and the others, to Gisela, you sat down on an empty loveseat and Osferth was quick to sit next to you while you tucked your coat under the seat.

'Oh,' you said, softly, surprised to see that it was not Sihtric who had sat down next to you.

You looked up at Sihtric, who had his jaw clenched and glared at Osferth, Osferth was smirking next to you and held up one finger to him, 'Three-one,' he mouthed. You and Sihtric exchanged eye contact and you shrugged lightly, not knowing how to politely ask Osferth to move without making him feel bad. Sihtric sighed and moved past you, to the last empty seat and he sat down. He looked at Osferth again, who sat on his side, and if looks could kill then Osferth would've been smited right there. You awkwardly sat next to Osferth and you texted Sihtric.

You: sorry, he just sat down :( 

You looked at Sihtric as he read your text, then he looked up at you and shrugged with a smile.

Sihtric: not your fault darling, it's okay…

You: but what if the movie is scary????

Sihtric: oh, I heard it's very scary ;)

Sihtric: I'm afraid you'll have to cuddle up with Osferth

Sihtric watched you read his message, and laughed when he saw you make a face. You grimaced and looked at Sihtric, who laughed and shrugged again. You tried to come up with a way to make Osferth swap seats with Sihtric, but Osferth was only interested in making conversation with you.

'So,' Osferth said, 'do you like horror movies?'

'Not really,' you said.

'Oh, me neither,' Osferth smiled, 'I get scared easily.'

'Oh,' you chuckled awkwardly and swallowed hard.

You looked over at Sihtric, who was laughing as he pulled the neck of his zipped hoodie half over his face to cover up his amusement. He then looked at you and cocked his head, gesturing you to come over and sit with him. You contemplated your options, and then had an idea to make it less painful for Osferth. You scrolled through social media, and when you saw a random meme you held your phone up towards Sihtric.

'Have you seen this one already?' you asked.

Sihtric leaned in and squinted his eyes, knowing what you were trying to do, and he fought a smile.

'I can't see what it says from here,' he said.

'Oh, hold on,' you said and got up, 'I just gotta show him this one photo,' you told Osferth, who said it was okay and didn't think much of it.

But then he saw you sit down next to Sihtric, who immediately wrapped his arm around you and pulled you against his side as he looked at your phone.

'Smooth,' Sihtric chuckled in your ear.

And while you locked your phone and cuddled up even closer, Sihtric looked over to Osferth, who looked bamboozled and slightly annoyed.

'Four-one,' Sihtric mouthed.

Osferth sighed, annoyed once again, and he mouthed, 'Fuck y-', but then the lights went out as the movie was about to start, and he watched the entire movie with a straight face and his arms crossed.

You and Sihtric got cosy, and it didn't take long before the suspense of the movie became too much, and you buried your face in his chest. Sihtric smiled and wrapped both arms around you. Your friends were all captivated by the movie as it went on, except for Osferth, but he refused to watch you and Sihtric all cuddled up. Sihtric lightly stroked your side with his thumb, and when you looked away from the big screen again as the movie showed too much gore for your liking, he smoothly lifted your chin with his fingers and softly nuzzled your nose. You both smiled while the blood splashed on screen, and then he cupped your cheek. Sihtric pecked your lips lightly at first, carefully seeking out how far you wanted to take it, but his light pecks slowly turned into firmer kisses, and you soon french kissed until you both ran out of breath. 

Your friends had all been oblivious to the fact that you and Sihtric were busy sticking your tongues down each other's throats and feeling each other up through your clothes, and he settled his hands on your buttocks after you had pulled your legs up to the couch.

'Cheeky lady,' Sihtric whispered, smiling, when you teasingly rubbed your hand over his bulge and he squeezed your ass, 'maybe we should finish this back at my place?' he said, 'or yours?'

'You want to wait that long?' you teased.

'Well, no,' he chuckled, 'what do you have in mind then?'

'The toilets are quite big here,' you whispered in his ear, and you looked at him to see him bite down a sly smile.

'Lead the way,' he winked.

You held Sihtric's hand as you got up and walked past Osferth, quietly leaving the theatre room to have some fun together in a locked toilet stall, and Osferth gave up when he realised why you two were sneaking out of the movie. He huffed and rolled his eyes at Sihtric, who smiled and mouthed, 'Game over.'

taglist: @clairacassidy @finanmoghra @uunotheangel @hb8301 @bathedinheat @neonhairspray @anaeve @bubblyabs @travelingmypassion @sylasthegrim @andakth @succnfuccubus @willowbrookesblog @lady-targaryens-world @skyofficialxx @elle4404 @alexagirlie @sweetxime @solango @gemini-mama @cheyennep3107 @little-diable @jennifer0305 @drwstarkeyy @mrsarnasdelicious @verenahx @urmomsgirlfriend1 @foxyanon @djarinsgirl27 @sigtryggrswifey @diiickbrainn @sihtricsafin @lexwolfhale @dixie-elocin @m-a-s-h-k-a

[cavennmalore]

tagging @myfairkatiecat because it is only fair after you requested this word vomit lol

The thing about Keefe not being a good person is a little complicated. Full disclaimer, I don’t really believe in the whole good/bad person dichotomy, and definitely not for KIDS. Nevertheless, I don’t disagree with the people who say that Keefe isn’t the awesome person Sophie’s (biased) opinion makes him out to be. Not for the manipulative reasons -- which, Keefe is a teenage boy and I don't know about anyone else but that is like THE demographic for being a little messy in relationships lmao -- but for a lot of his planning. Joining the Neverseen without telling anyone what his plan was? Proposing himself as Mercadir without giving anyone a chance to refute him? Lying at the end of Legacy and showing up to the confrontation even though it was explicitly agreed he'd stay back? Basically, everything he did in Lodestar? Not great.

It's not Certified Good Guy Behavior. But that's his role. Keefe was literally designed to occupy this grey, questionable space, both in the narrative and outside of it. He's Sophie's character foil. Lady Gisela's plan revolves around pushing Keefe to become a worse and worse person; that involves raising him in a way that cultivates bad behavior and forcing him into increasingly extreme situations that are designed to make Keefe "ready" when the time comes. That is a huge part of the plots of Nightfall and Legacy.

Admittedly, I don't think Shannon has made him evil/grey enough, which I know isn't a popular take. There was real potential to make Keefe a wild card in Lodestar and make it so that the question isn't what stupid scheme is he planning? but to what extent have Lady Gisela's machinations worked? It's an interesting plotline to me. It's why I'm so excited for Unraveled; it's a chance to see this push-pull in action without Keefe's "north star" (AKA Sophie) guiding his decisions.

But a lot of people don't feel this way. A ton of the complaints I see around the book have to do with Keefe getting too much page time, the plotline taking up too much space in the story, etc. Which is fair! If you don't like Keefe, I'm sure a lot of this is grueling. However, a point I see connected to this line of thought is a wish for the books to return to a more ensemble vibe. That there should be more Dex, more Biana, more Stina, more Tam, etc. the way that it used to be.

That version of the books, though? It only really exists in the first book. Keefe is a prominent character in Exile and a huge driver of its plot. It's only in Book One where he only exists on the margins and isn't super involved. The ensemble cast has grown exponentially since then, to the point where there are frankly too many characters to keep track of in a scene without straight-up listing them all (which did happen but I'm forgetting which book). The decreased page time of supporting characters isn't solely because Keefe is eating the narrative, but because there are way too many characters for everyone to get a subplot; rather than have pre-existing characters solve issues, Shannon tends to just pull new ones in, and then leave them to hang out for the following books. If the series was for a more adult audience, I would say that it was time to start killing people off (like the popular critique of The Boys) but because this is a kids series, they're going to just hang around and not do much.

A lot of the nostalgia for this old version of KOTLC presents itself in fandom discussions of Dex. Full transparency: I didn't really like Dex that much in the early books when I did my reread. I found him unbearably rude to Fitz and Biana. His crush on Sophie felt invasive at times as if she was catering to a boy that was projecting his feelings and making her accommodate him. It's very similar stuff to the current criticism of Keefe! But I have yet to see any discussions around Dex that don't characterize him as kind, goofy, or sweet. Maybe there is some discussion of him being snarky or sarcastic. The most criticism I've seen of him is about how he treated Stina in his introduction, which was taken largely in isolation.

But that sweet, goofy version of Dex that people talk about missing? He doesn't exist. Sure, Dex mellowed out a ton in the later books, but he didn't become a whole new character. And I don't believe that he disappeared from the books in the way that some people claim. He just... doesn't have a subplot anymore. His crush on Sophie was resolved. It was a sticking point in his and Sophie's friendship which made him part of her character arc, and that arc is done. If that went on for any longer, it would be a drag on the pace of the series. Like I said before, the presence of so many side characters, each with their own needs and motivations, makes it difficult to introduce him into new stuff. It's why he gets so much more page time in Unlocked. With the presence of so many other characters, Shannon tends to handwave a lot of the background group dynamics. Dex ended up becoming close to Keefe and was able to shine there, away from Sophie's perspective and their finished arc.

All of this is to say, it's not wrong to dislike Keefe or like Dex. But I think a lot of the conversations surrounding these guys can get muddled in nostalgia and what people think the books should be rather than what they are. I'm (severely) guilty of it too. It's part of a broader trend in fandoms as "fandom" as a concept becomes more popular. That is a whole other post, though, and frankly, this one is long enough lol

[thebestsencen]

Hello There.

It has been formally requested that a Tumblr account is made and run by myself, the amazing Lord Cassius Sencen, author of 'The Heart of The Matter'.

He/him pronouns are to be used for me and I expect the utmost respect from everybody out there, for I am a member of the Nobility.

Slightly Annoying Children:

Miss Foster- @therealsophieelizabethfoster

Mr Vacker- @fitz-avery-vacker

Tam Song (whoever that emo kid is)- @tam-shade-song

Linh Song- @linh--song

The Dizznee child- @dex-the-smart-one

Miss Vacker- @sparkles-make-anything-better

Maruca Chebota- @the-only-maruca-chebota

The unicorn girl- @im-just-cooler

Wylie Endal- @flasher-boi-endal

Amy Foster (A human!?)- @amy-rose-foster

The pyrokinetic- @shut-up-i-will-burn-you

Jensi Babblos (Who's this?)- @jensi-babbles-lots

Disappointments:

I don't know him- @keefe--sencen

Responsible Adults:

Alden- @alden-dedrick-vacker

Quinlin- @quinlin-sonden

Grady (a horrible work partner)- @not-a-fan-of-that-boy

Edaline- @edaline--ruwen

Magnate Leto- @magnatetheleto

Elwin- @elwin-at-your-service

Black Swan:

Squall- @the-prettiest-ice-cube

Blur- @blurrieidentities

Mr 'Forkle'- @norwegian-trickster-god

Granite- @prentices-husband

Livvy- @candies-and-sparkles

Neverseen/Ex-Neverseen:

Fintan- @fintan-pyren

NOT MY WIFE- @lady-gisela

Vespera- @vespera-neci-folend

Ruy- @ruy-tonio-ignis

Glimmer- @little-miss-neverseen

Alvar- @alvar-not-vacker

Trix- @trix-up-my-sleeve

Brant- @brant--redacted

Umber- @umberthebettershade

Organisations:

Black Swan- @black-swan-official

Neverseen- @neverseen-official

Foxfire- @foxfire-official

Matchmakers- @thematchmakingoffice and @the-official-matchmaking-office

The Council (or their intern at least)- @thecouncil-official

Eternalia's Library- @eternalialibrary-official

Exilium- @exillium

The Sanctuary- @sanctuary-official

Council Members/Ex-Council Members

Kenric- @councillor-kenric-fathdon

Oralie- @oralie-pretty-in-pink

Bronte- @bronte-the-inflictor

Terik- @terik-the-councillor

Others (animals and bodyguards)

Sandor- @igowhereyougo

The worst influence on my son- @hunkyhairs-backup

Silveny- @therarestprattlespin

That's just about everyone I know (it pains me to do so)

tag me in the comments if i forgot you/someone

main account may or may not be @siennamakeschaos

[bookwyrminspiration]

I'm confused

Why do you hate Watson so much

What did that dog do to you

Let me take you back to the summer of 2023.

It's lovely, peaceful, @camelspit's just started the first best keeper character bracket. We're starting with rounds of five, and June 16th, we've got a rather odd bracket: Alina, Oralie, Ella, Gisela, and Mr. Snuggles.

Roisin asks in the tags for the stuffies not to win, so I go haha, I don't really care about any of these guys except Snuggles. I have my own Mr. Snuggles and a fondness for dragons, so I vote for him. Don't even think of it. I don't even think I reblogged it. Mr. Snuggles wins

He has another round, a 1v1. I vote for him again, don't think much of it. his opponents are piddling. He wins

Then we get to round three. He's against Verdi, and at this point i've gotten attached--I love this lil dragon. But Verdi poses a real threat, because when I vote he's losing. I start campaigning. Cath becomes my enemy. It starts escalating.

But Mr. Snuggles pulls through, victorious. And I have now very publicly pronounced and committed myself to this bit.

We carry him through round 4 and round 5, but then we face round 6: Fitzroy vs Mr. Snuggles. It's cruel, it's twisted, it's exactly what Roisin would do.

BUT! We miraculously manage to tie the round so they both proceed.

Finally, in round 7, the very last round before finals, he loses to Sophie. i'm sad, but honestly the fact he made it to the last four is super impressive and unexpected? i'm proud

You'd think this'd be the end of it.

But Catherine, @everliving-everblaze, started a Best Fitz Duo Poll while the best character poll was running.

And one of the duos is Fitz & Mr. Snuggles.

He sweeps his first round, but that's not noteworthy.

What splintered the fandom was round two: Fitz & Mr. Snuggles vs Fitz & Alvar.

At this point in time Snuggles is still in the best character running, energy is high--I'm committed to this bit. And I don't think he stands a chance, so I don't feel bad pushing for him.

I was wrong.

It escalates.

Fitz and Snuggles stand a real chance of beating Fitz and Alvar, the fucked up sibling duo of the series. The origin of wiityispb. The blueprint.

I start trying to backpedal.

It doesn't work.

They win.

All because I decided in round three of the best character poll to throw myself behind snuggles and work the fandom up. I'm in too deep now; I can't back out--Summer (@when-wax-wings-melt) will never look at me the same. People are outraged.

I've tied myself to this stuffed dragon.

Who knows what could've been, but due to some funky tagging, I don't see the next round and it distributes oddly, and Fitz and Snuggles lose in silence to Fitz and Sophie.

A quiet end. At this point Snuggles is both out of the best character and fitz duo poll. The fandom calms and moves on, but I've set a precedent for myself. I'm The Snuggles Guy

And a few months ago, a year later, Roisin decided to have another best character poll.

To make it more manageable, there's a preliminary round to determine who will be in the poll for real. Roisin, who I can only assume was salty, ensured Snuggles would be out from the get go. It was a remarkably close fight, though. Watson, The Foster Family dog, also lost his poll. But who gives a shit about him

I'm sad, but hey, there's the comeback round! Any characters eliminated have a chance to be voted back into the running if they get enough support--there are 9 spots available.

I reblog asking for support for Mr. Snuggles, and, because I'm not a dog person, I decide to throw in a fuck Watson for fun. Who cares about some random dog we haven't even met in this fantasy series. There's some banter

The comeback round ends. Mr. Snuggles does not make it. Watson does.

I threw everything behind this dragon through two polls, tested the limits of my friendships, tied myself to him soul to soul. He was nearly a finalist, he nearly beat Sophie in the preliminaries.

And he lost to some fucking dog???

Mr. Snuggles didn't even make it to round one?

Unacceptable. Not on my fucking watch.

I will see that dog in the dirt if it's the last thing I do.

Thank you for your time.

[whitedarkmoonflower]

Your modern Sihtric fics are lovely! May I request a modern Sihtric fic (nothing serious just some fluff) where Sihtric and reader are best friends and madly in love with each other, but afraid of confessing their feelings. With some happy ending, please.

Pairing: modern!Sihtric x reader (female)

Authors note: this is the fluffiest fluff that I’m capable of 😅, but a small portion of angst is very recommended for mental health... Once more a big, warm thanks to the Anon who requested it. I know it took me a while to write this, but it was just the right thing in the right moment 💖

Credits: @arcielee you know you are awesome. Thank you for all the comments!

Warnings: fluff, fluff and only fluff, and a bit of angst 

Word Count: 4,2K

Tags: @sihtricfedaraaahvicius @hb8301 @zillahvathek

—----------------------------------------------

The old university library was something like your sanctuary. You loved its serene ambiance, which made it much easier to concentrate there than in your apartment that you shared with your best friends, Gisela and Brida. It was always buzzing with some activity. While Gisela pursued her music career, which meant spontaneous jam sessions with her band at all hours, Brida loved hosting weekly gaming nights. Consequently, moments of peace and tranquillity were rare commodities in your home.

Empty chip bags, discarded cola cans, and leftover pizza cartons were among most frequent remnants of the previous night's shenanigans that you usually found strewn across the living room making your attempts to get to the kitchen something like a hurdle-race. The energetic atmosphere was exhilarating, and you truly cherished the bond you shared with Gisela and Brida, but there were times when you just couldn’t stand the constant background noise anymore.

That's when the library became your haven. The familiar scent of ageing books, the soft rustling of pages turning, and the hush of some short whispered conversations created a stark contrast to your lively apartment. The cosy armchairs by the window were your favourite place to sink in and lose yourself in your studies, making the world outside feel miles away.

You could have never imagined that, but it was this very library – your quiet refuge– where you first met Sihtric, the heart-stoppingly handsome stranger that turned your whole world upside down. 

One late evening buried in stacks of books, you barely paid attention to the dark-haired guy who settled across from you. It was only when your laptop’s battery started to dwindle, making you search for a power outlet, that you noticed him.

"Mind if I plug in here?" you asked, pointing to the outlet under the table.

Sihtric, with his dark hair falling carelessly over his eyes, looked up, an amused smirk playing on his lips. "Only if you can tell me - why do cats purr?"

You raised an eyebrow, playing along, "Planning their next global takeover?"

He laughed, unplugging his laptop to make room for yours. "Fair enough. Go ahead and plug in."

“By the way, I'm Sihtric,” he introduced, his smile warm and inviting with a mischievous spark in his eyes. That smile made your heart race. Within a few minutes you both were lost in a conversation, permeated with giggles, snorts and muffled exclamations, inevitably earning several exasperating glances from other library visitors. 

“How about coffee? There’s a new place just around the corner,” Sihtric suggested as you both stood outside the library with your laptops and notes in hand.

“I practically run on coffee,” you chuckled. “Lead the way.” 

Hours flew by, filled with laughter and countless cups of coffee, and very soon you realised Sihtric was more than just a handsome face. He was witty, intelligent, attentive, and incredibly charming. You discovered his major was art history while yours was law—a fact that explained your paths never crossing earlier. And you both were in the last semester of your Masters preparing for final exams. Eagerly, you awaited the next day, hoping to see him again at the university.

Your friendship with Sihtric deepened effortlessly from that existential cat question. It evolved from brief coffee chats during breaks to lunches in the university's canteen and soon you found yourself spending more time with him than even with your roommates. You studied together in the library or huddled in some empty lecture halls burying yourselves in books, papers and notes. Sihtric had a rare talent to keep you grounded, when your thoughts wandered too far. It looked like he could sense when your mind started to drift, gaze becoming too cloudy. A short remark or joke, and he had brought you back into focus and to your reading material. And you tried to return the same favour to him. 

You were enamoured by the way he approached all challenges and changes in his life, always sprinkled with humour and lightness. You loved your shared study sessions. Even being completely unfamiliar with your subject Sihtric would conjure the most wild theories, debating them with the ferocity of an old learned lawyer, or try to simplify for you the trickiest concepts with a touch of humour only he possessed, making you laugh until your stomach was aching and convulsing.

You felt an undeniable connection for him, like two puzzle pieces fitting together. It wasn’t just his tousled hair or that cheeky grin, mischievous and mysterious at the same time. It was the aura about him, pulling you in like a moth to a flame. Every word he uttered seemed layered with depth, making you keen to decipher its nuances. You found yourself entranced by the subtlest of things—how his fingers danced across the keyboard, the intent furrow of his brow while concentrating. Silly little details, but to you they were precious.

You loved the way he seemed to dominate the space, not by size, but by his sheer presence, and the way his lips curved or his eyes lit up when he talked about something he was passionate about. You loved his infectious laugh that made your heart dance along. In simple words— you were head to toe in love with Sihtric.

Yet, Sihtric seemed entirely unaware of your affections, missing your longing gazes and lingering touches. Ever cheerful, supportive, and ready to lift your spirits, he displayed nothing beyond a profound friendship.

Your friends Gisela and Brida often teased you about your 'library romance', unable to grasp why you wouldn't confess your feelings to Sihtric. But you had made them swear to keep it a secret. You just couldn’t bear the thought of ruining your friendship by revealing yourself to him in case he didn’t feel the same.

As the final exams were nearing, you contemplated looking around for your own apartment. You adored your friends, but you were tired of the chaos in your shared living space. 

“That’s it.  I can't deal with these constant disruptions, random parties, and the perpetual mess in the kitchen. I need a new place,” one day you revealed your intentions to Sihtric over burgers and fries.

"You're ditching Gisela and Brida?" Sihtric asked sceptically.

"I love them, but I need to focus if I want to pass," you retorted.

"Well, how about we team up?" Sihtric suggested, leaving you momentarily stunned. "I've been apartment hunting too. I promise, I keep my things tidy."

"You're looking too? Why didn't you mention it earlier?"

"It just never came up," Sihtric replied nonchalantly.

Your heart skipped a beat. On one hand, the idea was tantalising. Sharing a space with Sihtric would mean even more shared moments and conversations, more shared meals, and certainly more late-night coffee sessions. But, on the other hand, you couldn’t ignore your reason, whispering that this was a complete madness. How were you going to concentrate or even breathe having him around all the time, if a casual glance from him often left you breathless? Living together would definitely intensify your feelings, making the apartment a cauldron of unspoken words and suppressed emotions. Yet, that was definitely not what you wanted to listen into, as you hushed your reason with a firm shrug. You weren’t about to let this opportunity slip by. 

"As long as you don't play death metal at 3 am, we're good," you answered, wiping ketchup off your chin, watching Sihtric’s face lightening up with a bright smile.

Thus, the search for an apartment began. After weeks of exchanging memes about outrageous listings and chuckling over exorbitant rents, the two of you finally found a cosy two-bedroom apartment near the university.

It was like a dream come true. Your mornings typically started with shared coffee, often brewed by Sihtric, who had mastered the art of making it exactly the way you liked. Evenings often found you both unwinding on the couch, discussing the day or getting lost in your favourite series. Sharing a living space meant you learned more about each other's habits - from Sihtric's unique way of organising his books to your habit of humming while cooking.

However, as days turned into weeks, you found that close proximity both comforting and challenging. Just as you had feared there was an unspoken tension in the air. You were unable to shake off the constant awareness of his presence. Your shared laughs, evenings spent together on the sofa, even the discussions about chores stirred emotions you carefully tried to suppress. His simple gestures, like leaving you the last piece of pizza or ensuring the fridge was stocked with your favourite snacks, were tugging at your heart.

In an attempt to distract yourself and keep those rising emotions in check, you decided to start dating again. Somewhere deep inside you there was a hope that perhaps another relationship would free you from the emotional swamp of loving your best friend. 

Nights out with different suitors became your regular escape from the constant whirl of feelings Sihtric invoked. But each time you returned home, his familiar silhouette on the couch in the living area or the soft sounds of music from his room made your heart beat stronger.

Sihtric, for his part, seemed to take your dating in stride. Ever the understanding friend, he listened to your stories, shared in your laughter, or offered a shoulder when dates didn’t go as planned.

—--------------------------------------------------------------

From the very moment Sihtric’s gaze met yours that fateful evening in the library, he was completely enchanted. He was perplexed  as to how the two of you, having attended the same university for four years, had never crossed paths. Determined to be closer, he quickly found out about your class schedule and began appearing during breaks or at the conclusion of your lectures. What began as fleeting conversations soon blossomed into extended chats, coffee dates, and lunches. 

You were almost an addict to coffee. Recognising this, Sihtric would often surprise you with two lattes, earning your genuine appreciation and undivided attention. Over time, these coffee breaks morphed into common expeditions to different local cafes, arguing over which blend was best, or simply savouring coffee in a shared silence. 

It was in those moments, with the steam from the mugs fogging the world around, that he felt closest to you. The casual touch of your fingers brushing against his while passing the sugar, the warmth of your laughter, the shared dreams and secrets–every small thing only deepened his feelings and longing for you. He often caught himself lost in the small details of your presence, admiring the gentle curve of your lips on the edge of the mug or the way your hair fell across your face. He’d scold himself afterwards internally, it was just a friendly coffee break, after all, but next time it would all repeat again, slowly drawing him to the brink of madness.

His heart would do a silly little jump every time he made you laugh. He loved how genuine it was, how it echoed in his ears long after the sound had faded. But, he played it cool, always masking his deeper feelings with humour.

Though Sihtric held no particular knowledge or interest in law, it didn't stop him from proposing study sessions together. The hours spent in library or lecture halls, when you both got buried in books and handwritten notes, were filled with small moments of pure joy. Like the time you had an eyelash on your cheek, and he pointed it out, saying, "Make a wish, maybe for a quieter roommate?"

You had rolled your eyes at that but still played along, blowing the eyelash away. He wished silently that he'd been brave enough to brush it off himself.

He treasured the moments where you both got lost in discussions and occasionally drifted into personal stories and dreams. This was how he found out that you had no family left, with both parents gone and no siblings. Sometimes he just kept silent and listened to you, getting lost in the sound of your voice. It was soothing, familiar, and dangerously addictive. The way you'd passionately discuss a topic, your eyes lighting up with enthusiasm, was mesmerising to Sihtric. He'd always found himself drawn to passionate people, and there you were, embodying everything he admired.

There was one evening, you were stressed about an upcoming paper, your eyes red-rimmed from exhaustion. Without thinking, Sihtric had reached out, gently tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. The palpable spark from that brief touch had left him breathless. He had quickly retrieved his hand and masked it with a joke, trying to lighten the mood, but inside, his emotions were burning with an engulfing flame.

Sihtric had fallen for you, hard. The realisation both thrilled and terrified him. Yet the fear of ruining the beautiful friendship you both shared didn’t let him open up about his feelings to you. Sometimes he would replay your conversations in his mind, looking for the right moment to tell you how he felt. But the dread of losing what you two had, of making things awkward between you both in case you didn’t reciprocate always held him back.

His world went tumbling, when you mentioned you were looking for a new apartment. Though he hadn’t previously planned to move out of his, he impulsively proposed a joint search, secretly hoping that the closeness this would bring, would make you finally notice him in a different light, seeing him as more than just a loyal friend, learning buddy and coffee companion.

—-------------------------------------------------------------

Returning home from yet another disappointing date, you flopped onto the couch, discarding your heels. Sihtric looked up from his book, raising an eyebrow in question. "Another misadventure?" he asked.

You groaned. "Why is it so hard to find a decent guy in this city?"

He chuckled, shifting to make room for you beside him. "Perhaps it's the vastness of the city, or maybe you're just too exceptional for most."

"Very funny, Sihtric," you said, poking him in the side. But you appreciated his attempts to lighten the mood. Every time.

Sihtric had witnessed them all–the charmers, the players, the flirty ones, the arrogant idiots and the simply bizarre ones. And every time a date went awry, it was him you returned to, seeking solace, laughing it off and looking for advice on what to do next.

He loved being your confidant, the one you turned to. It was him who wrapped you then in a soft blanket next to him on the couch and picked a movie to distract you from the evening’s disappointments. He'd often watch you from the corner of his eye, taking in your every gesture, every laugh, every sigh. The way your lips curved into a smile when something amused you on-screen or how your nose would scrunch up when you didn’t like a character’s choice or disagreed with them. These simple, stolen moments were his solace even if they were bittersweet.

On the surface, he perfectly played the part of the supportive best friend, but underneath it was a pure torture. Being so close, feeling the warmth emanating from you, and not being able to articulate his feelings was driving him crazy. 

And with every failed date you had, he wished for you to see what, or rather who, was right in front of you and had always been there. Him.

He remembered one night he almost let it slip. You complained about a particularly self-obsessed idiot that had kept talking only about himself all evening. 

"Sometimes, I wish I could just find  someone who really gets me, you know?" you  had mused with a heavy sigh.

Sihtric had locked eyes with you then and choked on the words that almost tumbled out. 

"Like me?" he’d wanted to ask, but fear had prevailed and he’d opted for a simple, "You deserve the best, you know. Someone who truly understands you."

Your giggles echoed in the apartment while Sihtric's heart raced. Moments like these were becoming more frequent and he wondered how much longer he could keep up the façade.

"And you?” you inquired. “I’ve never seen you with anyone. Ever thought of, you know, trying out a dating app?" 

"Thought I'd first try my luck with the classics–libraries, cafes," Sihtric shrugged, trying to sound casual. But you didn’t get his hint. How could you, Sihtric thought to himself, when for you he was merely the steadfast university friend you never knew you needed. 

—--------------------------------------------------------

The clock seemed to mock Sihtric with its persistent ticking. It was 11:30 pm and you were nowhere to be found. This wasn't like you. You always texted if your plans changed or if you were staying elsewhere. He tried to dismiss the growing knot of worry in his stomach, reminding himself you were an adult who could take care of yourself. But deep down, he couldn't shake off the feeling that something was wrong.

He tried to distract himself by watching TV, but everything he turned on just passed by as a blur. Every faint noise from the corridor made his heart leap, hoping it would be the sound of your key turning in the lock.

He picked up his phone repeatedly, indecisive whether to call or text you, but he didn't want to come across as overbearing. Finally, giving into the urge, he sent you a message, "Hey, everything OK?"

Minutes dragged on torturously as he waited for a response, but it just never came. He considered calling Gisela or Brida, but hesitated, thinking it would really look somewhat weird. 

Suddenly, a series of quick knocks echoed through the apartment, jolting him. He sprinted to the door, hoping it would be you on the other side, but instead he was met by two police officers with grave expressions.

"We regret to inform you there's been an incident," one began.

Sihtric's heart plummeted as he processed the officers' words. 

"Y/N... What happened to her?" Sihtric stammered, struggling to keep his voice steady.

"She was found on a street, unconscious, seemingly a victim of a robbery. Her ID directed us here," the taller officer replied.

"And she's...?" Sihtric couldn't bring himself to complete the sentence.

"She's been taken to the city hospital," the younger officer said softly. "She was still unresponsive when we left."

Without a word, Sihtric grabbed his jacket, rushing past the officers and leaving the door ajar.

As he raced to the hospital, a hurricane of emotions swirled within him—guilt for not being there, for not having protected you, anger at the attackers, and an overwhelming concern for you.

Upon arrival, he was guided to your room. There you were, lying on the bed with an IV drip attached, bruises marrying your beautiful face. He approached, hesitantly, heart pounding in his throat.

"She's sustained a significant head injury," a voice interrupted Sihtric's thoughts.

“What does it mean?” Sihtric’s voice trembled as he turned to face the doctor.

"It's critical. We'll be monitoring her. Surgery might become necessary depending on the swelling. Are you family? A partner? We might need your consent given the risks," the doctor explained.

The words of the doctor sank slowly in, as Sihtric turned to look at you. The feeling of failure and deep pain enveloped him. Admitting that he was no relative would mean that he will not be allowed to stay, so Sihtric just nodded, feeling a mix of dread and helplessness filling his chest, threatening to suffocate him. 

“You can stay. Speaking to her could help. Even unconscious, a familiar voice can be comforting,” the doctor advised before leaving the room.

In the soft glow of the hospital room, Sihtric pulled a chair close to the side of your bed. For several long moments, he just watched you, observing every detail of your face and the gentle rise and fall of your chest beneath the pale sheet.

"Hey," he began softly, brushing a stray hair from your forehead, letting his fingers linger on your cool skin. "It's me, Sihtric."

You lay motionless, your skin pale, eyes shut, your breathing faint. Sihtric took a deep breath, his voice barely above a whisper. 

"I know you can’t hear me, but there's something I need to tell you, and I can't hold it in any longer."

Gently clasping your hand, he softly brushed his thumb over your fingers. Leaning closer, he placed tender kisses on your knuckles.

"I've fallen for you. I've been in love with you for longer than I'd like to admit. I moved in with you to be close to you, to protect you, to show you how much I loved you, but I failed and never dared to speak it out. Can you imagine what a torture it was to watch you with others, offering support when you were heartbroken, and then seeing you move on? I’m such an idiot. If only I had braved to reveal my feelings for you, you might have never landed here,” Sihtric paused to take another deep steadying breath, as he noticed his voice quivering more and more with each word he spoke.

“I think I loved you from the first moment I saw you in the library. Do you still remember my silly cat’s question? It was the first thing that popped in my mind and your answer made me laugh. You always make me laugh," Sihtric’s grip on your hand tightened, as he continued. "Seeing you like this, it terrifies me. I don't want to imagine a life without you in it."

"Please, wake up. Come back to me. I can't lose you, not now, not when I've just found the courage to tell you how I truly feel," tears trickled down his cheeks as he leaned down, pressing his lips against your forehead, while his hands kept hold of your cold fingers. 

"I love you so much. Please, just don’t leave me," he whispered. 

Amidst the stillness of the room, Sihtric suddenly felt an unexpected pressure—your hand slightly squeezing his. He lifted his head, his gaze fixating to your face and eyes widening in surprise as your eyelids slowly fluttered open.

"Sihtric..." your voice, so weak, just above a whisper, broke the silence. "I... I've loved you too, for so long. We’ve been such fools …"

But before Sihtric could respond, the room was thrown into chaos. The machines connected to you began to blare alarms and the room was instantly flooded with medical staff.

"Please, step back! We need space!" a nurse demanded, trying to assess your vitals. A doctor quickly followed suit, taking command of the situation.

Before Sihtric could grasp what was happening, they unlocked the brakes on your bed and were already wheeling you out of the room. Desperate, Sihtric tried to follow, but a nurse held him back.

"Sir, you must stay," she insisted.

"Please, I need to be with her!" Sihtric's voice cracked, his plea heartrending.

The nurse gently placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "They’ll do everything they can. Please, wait."

As the door swung shut behind, leaving Sihtric in the cold silence of the now empty room, a feeling of desolation gripped him. The walls seemed to close in, and he gripped his hair with both hands slowly sinking back into the chair. 

“She loves me,” Sihtric murmured and despite having never been religious, he found himself praying. “Please, don’t take her away. Don’t take her.”

Hours later, Sihtric anxiously paced in the small waiting room outside the operating area. His world seemed to spin, every tick of the clock echoing louder in his ears, every hospital announcement amplifying his anxiety. Each time a doctor emerged through the sliding doors, his gaze lit up with expectation and dimmed as someone else in the room was addressed. One time Sihtric witnessed an elderly couple break down in tears embracing each other while listening to the doctor and a surge of guilty relief washed over him that it wasn’t his bad news. 

Then, the door opened again, revealing the surgeon who had been with you. Sihtric's heart started to race as he made a step closer, every ounce of his attention honed in. 

“How is she?” his voice, laden with dread and hope, barely made a sound.

“The surgery was complicated. Frankly, the odds weren’t in her favour, but she's resilient. Something is driving her will to survive. We halted the bleeding, and she's stable now. You can see her," the surgeon declared, breaking the stifling tension.

The weight that had been pressing down on Sihtric seemed to lift, replaced by a rush of such an intense relief that his vision blurred and he nearly collapsed, feeling his knees weakening and giving way beneath him. But before he could hit the ground, the doctor's quick reflexes caught and steadied him, preventing a fall. 

"Easy there," he cautioned, immediately signalling a pair of nurses. They rushed to Sihtric's side, supporting him and guiding him to a nearby chair. "Take a moment," the doctor added, handing Sihtric a cup of water.

Sihtric's trembling hands grasped the cup, the cool liquid grounding him. After a short moment his breathing gradually evened out and he stood up, his eyes unmistakably betraying his urge to see you. 

“I’ll show you the way,” one of the nurses offered with an understanding look on her face. Sihtric nodded and followed as they quickly navigated through the sterile corridors, until they reached your room. 

Sihtric paused a moment before the door, taking a deep breath, before gripping the handle and gently pushing the door open.

[candies-and-sparkles]

Introductory Post:

Heya! Livvy Sonden here, The Black Swans Physician, and you may know me better as Physic, the mardi-gras eye mask-wearing physician. I use she/her pronouns. I've been asked by the Black Swan to join this app called "Tumblr", and apparently, other members are here too. Free candy for everyone! My tags are: #physicwho, #livvytalks, #livvy sonden Okay, here are the other people you should know about: The people who might as well be my kids:

precious moonlark: @therealsophieelizabethfoster only good sencen: @keefe--sencen hurlfest vacker: @fitzroy-avery-vacker and @fitz-avery-vacker the amazing vanisher im proud of: @sparkles-make-anything-better strong technopath: @dex-the-smart-one

Prentice's son: @flasher-boi-endal emo boy: @tam-shade-song and @tam-song-the-shade the girl who saved atlantis: @linh--song the arson girlboss: @shut-up-i-will-burn-you the girl who helped save the alicorns or smt idk: @im-just-cooler idk her but shes in this too now yay more danger: @the-only-maruca-chebota jensi the amazing guy: @jensi-babbles-lots Fiesty girl: @amy-rose-foster

The triplets I stan: @lexicle-the-third @rex-dizzneeeeeeee @bexisthecoolest My questionable fellow adults: my fellow physician: @elwin-at-your-service / @elwin-h3slege

Alden vacker: @alden-dedrick-vacker

my def-not-ex-husband quinlin: @quinlin-sonden

the fragile as a bomb beauty: @edaline--ruwen

the okay principle: @magnatetheleto

failed parent no.1: @thebestsencen

ORGANISATIONS:

The Council: @thecouncil-official

councillor moron: @bronte-the-inflictor

councillor rosy-cheeks: @oralie-pretty-in-pink councillor prosthetic leg: @councillor-terik

my favorite library: @eternalialibrary-official

the school not the glowing fungus: @foxfire-official

exillium: @exillium

the matchmaking office that gave me a failed relationship: @the-official-matchmaking-office

Black Swan: @black-swan-official

Squall: @the-prettiest-ice-cube

Mr.Forkle: @norwegian-trickster-god

Blur: @blurrieidentities

Neverseen: @neverseen-official

failed vacker: @alvar-not-vacker

failed parent no.2: @lady-gisela

psionipath i hate: @ruy-tonio-ignis

telepathic disgrace: @gethen-inar-ondsinn-neverseen

i have mixed opinions about her: @your-black-cloacked-bestie

council disgrace: @fintan-pyren

dead shade: @umber-the-dead-shade

Bodyguards and pets

Ogre-Girlboss: @hunkyhairs-backup

Sandor: @igowhereyougo

Silveny: @therarestprattlespin

Greyfell: @greyfell-the-horse

Lord iggy: @iggy-the-imp

Princess purryfins: @adorablevenom Feel free to message or tag me! my ask box are always open! :) let me know if i missed someone!

[tam-shade-song]

Picrew Chain, Show me your ocs and tell me about them as though you were introducing your firstborn to court in the victorian Era

May I present my dearest child, Constance.

Con is a Project Moonlark Prototype called Project Phoenix. Con's half-human and their mind isn't as likely to break because of this. They were born in London, in 1964. They're the reason Project Phoenix was ended because they decided to join the Neverseen! Constance is mostly kept in the dark and doesn't know the full extent of the Neverseen's cruelty. Like Sophie, Con has many abilities, but they keep most of them secret from the Neverseen. They only know they're a Pryokinetic. Con has multiple tattoos, and often dresses in such a way she attracts a lot of attention. Gisela hates it because it makes stealth missions harder. Con knew about Keefe's creation, but not about the attempts to flood Atlantis!

I'll tag

@swans-chirping-in-the-distance @that-multi-fandom-hijabi But anyone else who wants to join is welcome!

[myfairkatiecat]

Time for another chapter of “Mirrored Conflicts”!!

(Also known as my Keefe-was-raised-as-Sophie’s-nemesis-with-the-Neverseen AU)

Chapter Summary:

Lady Gisela and Keefe talk about the fact that he “lost” a cloak with the Lodestar map on it. The Black Swan finds it and recognizes it from Prentice’s memories.

Sophie telepathically contacts someone she should definitely not be reaching out to…

Tag List: (let me know if you want to be added/taken off)

@swans-chirping-in-the-distance @venux777 @figure-skating-avocado @vildefol @ami-igidk @iggydancebreak @imobsessed123

[desperatepleasures]

like on one hand i AM planning to write gisela getting eaten out by conrart BUT in my defense she spends the whole time imagining he's julia. this too is yuri

[targaryen-realness]

Witching chapter 4

Title: Witchling

Pairing: Osferth x Druidess!Reader

Warnings: Canon depiction of violence, mention of slavery, wounds and scars, magic, historical innacuracy (sorry medieval Scotland is not my specialty), talk about faith and christianity. The reader is fem but there is no physical description except for the fact she is a scot from the Highlands. Spoilers for season 3 of the Last Kingdom. 

for this chapter: suicidal thoughts, strong use of magic, not very christian friendly (sorry), slight nsfw 

Summary: As they are riding away from Winchester, Osferth and Lord Uhtred’s group come across a mysterious woman. She needs help but the power within her is obvious. Captivated, Osferth hopes she will stay, but as Uhtred asks her to travel with them, he cannot help but wonder what is going on in his lord’s head.

Notes: Thank you for the love on the previous chapters! Sorry for the delay on this one but I’ve been writing the Aemond fic too haha Hope you will like it!

Tags: @lugiastark @afro-hispwriter @aphroditesmoon @carlottalhn @dothrckis @mynameisbaby9

“We are leaving for Coccham”

You were already preparing your horse when Osferth told you you were all leaving soon. You knew Uthred would not want to stay any longer in Winchester, only wanting to return to his home. You were happy to leave, the charm of Winchester having worn off very fast after your night here. 

“I know. Do you need help to pack things for the children?”

You had returned late into the night, and had gone to sleep almost immediately. You were drained from your energy and you slept without a dream. You had woken up with a very curious Stiorra watching you, waiting for you to say something. 

He had not said a thing about yesterday, and had not asked you any question. You could see the sadness on his face and you felt helpless. 

“Were you close? With lady Gisela?”

“Were you close? With lady Gisela?”

He seemed surprised but nodded, handing you a bag at the same time. 

“When I left the monastery, I did not know where to go. She was always good to me, she cared for me and allowed me to stay in her home. I liked her a lot” 

He was such a good soul, you thought. Then you realised he probably never had a mother and it suddenly made sense. She was the first woman to ever open her arms to him in a motherly way. Your heart broke for him as you remembered the feeling of your mom’s arms around you, the gentle way she would caress your head, kiss your cheeks. 

“She sounds like a great person. 

-She truly was. People were not kind to her here, because she was not a christian, but at heart she was kinder than most christians I’ve met.”

The words resonated in the room and you looked at him shocked. 

“You do not mind? Your friends being heathens? 

-Absolutely not. As long as they are good people, and they are, I do not care for their faith.”

He licked his lips finally looking at you. 

“I thought that if you did not like me, it was because of this. Of the fact I am a druidess.”

He seemed taken aback by your statement, his mouth closing and opening but no words seemed to come out. 

“I do not hate you Y/n”

You released the breath you did not know you were holding. 

“I never said you hated me, I said dislike.

-Well I do not dislike you. Quite the opposite”

It was your turn to look like a fish out of the water. He chuckled when he saw your expression but did not say a thing. 

“Thank you” you blurted out without thinking. 

“For what? 

-Since I’ve been with you all, I feel like I can be myself again. After what happened, I thought I would stay sad all my life, that I would never move on. I don’t think that anymore. So thank you, for not letting me die on the side of the road, and for caring for me. I care for you too”

You had said way more than you wanted to, but it felt good, for it to finally come out. He smiled at you and you felt your cheeks getting warm. He was so pretty. More than any man should be allowed to be. His smile lit up his face and it did not help you could see the slight blush on his cheeks. 

“We should keep packing. Lord Uhtred will be back soon”

And you did, in silence mostly, trying not to act too awkwardly. You could not help the smile that was stretching your lips. It was Finan that disrupted that blissful moment with his loud voice:

“We have a problem, everyone in the house now”. 

“You killed him? How did you even do that?”

You were speechless as you were walking back and forth in the living room under the gaze of Osferth and Uhtred. 

“I told you what he said. 

-I do not blame you for hitting him. I do not blame you at all actually. It’s just, you are a very unlucky man”

He looked at you, a look of desperation mixed with anger that made you lift your hands in sign of surrender.

“I made this for you today. Maybe it will help a little. It won’t fix your predicament but it’s supposed to protect you.”

You approached him and put the necklace around his neck. It was similar to your own, but it was a different Ogham that ornate the front of the wood pendant. You kept the piece of wood in your hand for a second before saying a word under your breath. You let it fall back on his chest and he looked at it uncertainly. 

“Have a little faith, Uhtred of Bebbanburg, you are starting to make me question myself. 

-I would not dare” he answered, taking Stiorra in his arms. You pinched her cheek playfully as she smiled at you. 

“Maybe I should make you one too, would you like that?”

She nodded sweetly and you smiled back. Uhtred’s children were courageous, for sure. The chaos in their life did not seem to phase them as much as you would have thought. For that, you only had admiration for them. 

“Sister Hild!”,Uhtred, the oldest son of Uhtred, shouted. 

You turned around to see the abbess enter the house. She simply chuckled and led the boy toward his bed. 

“Lord, there can be no bloodshed. They are throwing insults out there, but they will soon tire of that.”

She smiled at Stiorra and called for her, the little girl hopping off of her father’s lap toward the abbess. 

“There will not be bloodshed” he answered and you looked at Osferth, worried for the lord. 

The sadness and tiredness in his voice was obvious. In a matter of days he had endured more than a lot of men could have put up with. 

“You should say that to Steapa. His head is hurting from thinking.”, Abbess Hild said. She looked as lost as the rest of you. 

“Is there a solution? 

-I did nothing wrong. 

-Uhtred”, she sounded exasperated. 

“You killed a monk. A holy man, and not for the first time”

You wanted to ask if that horrible man being a monk was really that important. He was still a horrible man, cruel and vile. He had said things about Gisela, and you apparently that were so degrading, Uhtred had not even repeated them to you when he came back. It was still funny to see how christians were able to categorise the importance of life. Being a holy man could be a cover for being the most atrocious monster that earth has ever borne. The reality was that now everyone in Winchester knew you were no christian, and that everyone had lied for you. You were not safe here. 

“The real question is why in god's name, is she still here? And her too? Two witches inside your house, really. 

-I am not your concern, witch”, answered Skade, and you almost laughed. 

“I did not intend to kill the monk, nor do I regret it. 

-It was fate”, finished Skade. You doubted it was fate. Everything happened for a reason, that was what you had been told since you were a child, but it did not mean you could not question it. 

“Fetch Beocca. Ask him to bring the demands of the King.

-I will tell Beocca that you are ready to talk and to listen. Be sure that you do.” 

She turned her head toward Skade and said: “It would help if you cut her throat”

Abbess Hild did not look at you, but you still felt the pressure of the blade on your throat. 

“He cannot.” she marked a pause, her next words resonating in a sinister manner, “He dare not”. 

The silence was heavy once sister Hild was out. You could feel the eyes of Skade, not looking away from Uhtred. She was plunging her claws deeper in his flesh each passing days. You were scared you were not acting fast enough. 

“Tonight Lord… You will break your oath to Alfred. You will have-

-Quiet. I have enough of your voice”

The words came out of your mouth before you could stop them. 

“It is a new beginning. 

-We do not care about what you have to say. 

-You do not? I am sure the lord will be happy to know you knew about his wife’s death but did not say anything”

The silence that followed her statement almost crushed you. You did not let your eyes leave her face, you did not dare to look at Uhtred or worse, Osferth. 

“I did not know she was gonna die. 

-You did. You told the other dane on our way to Winchester.” she smiled at you. 

“There is a difference between smelling death and knowing something will happen” you turned toward Uhtred who was looking at you, lost. 

“I did not know exactly. I could not have told you even if I wanted to. And when I understood, it did not matter anymore”

He did not say anything, but Skade had succeeded. Osferth had turned around on his chair, avoiding you, and Uhtred was doing everything in his power to avoid your mere presence. You found yourself in another room, Stiorra sleeping near you as you were munching on a piece of meat. You heard father Beocca enter the house but did not care to listen. The only thing you could tell was that as the voice increased in volume, the tears rolling down your cheeks also did. The little girl looked at you, probably awakened by the screams.

“Why are you crying?” she asked, her sweet voice making you smile and whip your cheeks. 

“Sorry, I’m just a bit sad. That happens sometimes.

-I’m sad too. Everyone is sad lately. 

-I know. I am sorry about your mom.”

You were expecting cries but no, she looked at you and in her eyes you saw the deep sadness she was hiding so well. 

“I didn’t want her to die. It’s unfair”

You sat on her bed, not knowing if it was appropriate for you to do. You took the little girl in your arms, doing your best to comfort her. She hugged you back, and the little sobs that you could hear from her almost broke your heart. 

“I know. But your mom would be very proud of you. You are being very brave”

You caressed her hair gently, soothing her the best you could. You did not know how much time had passed while you hugged the little girl but you finally heard the door open and turned around to see Finan. 

“We need to go”

His eyes lingered on you and the little girl before he closed the door. You put Stiorra back to bed, caressed her hair one last time and closed the door gently. Sihtric, Finan and Osferth were looking at you, Uhtred was gone. 

“Uhtred is gone, he will come back with a new agreement or we will have to flee. 

-Are we going to leave the children there ? 

-They are not at risk. We are, especially you, now that everyone knows you are no christian.”

Finan had said this in a tone he has never used to address you before. It was harcher and colder. You gulped, trying to find the comforting eyes of Osferth or Sihtric. 

“You think I have something to do with Gisela’s death? That I saw it? Could have prevented it maybe?”

They did not answer. 

“There is nothing I could have done to save her because I was on the other side of the kingdom. I knew she was dead, that’s all I saw. I did not ask for this. 

-All you have to do is break this curse! Then you will be free to go wherever you want!

-How can I do that inside a christian fortress! All I’m asking is a couple of hours in a forest! Then I’ll get the answers you want and will disappear from your life forever. You will not need to worry about me anymore.”

Your words seemed to take Finan and Osferth by surprise as Sihtric stayed impassive. You turned around and left, seeking your bag with the little belongings that you had left. You returned to the main room and heard a commotion outside. Uhtred stumbled inside and you saw the blood dripping down of him. 

“We need to leave right now.

-You’re hurt”

He took your wrist and dragged you outside. 

“Wait Uhtred!” 

You were pushed against your horse and without a word you mounted it. You could not think about anything, the only thing you remembered from this moment was the loud noise of the horses hooves and the screams of the men that were hunting you down. You had no idea how many hours you raced through Wessex like this. You had no idea where you were supposed to go. You were lost, amongst men that you once thought could be your friends, but that now seemed to be so far away from you. You were riding at the back, between two men you did not know the name of. You were lost in thought, sadness and loneliness were plagging you. You had almost forgotten the feeling. Now, on top of this you were scared for your life. You were not afraid that Uhtred would kill you, you know he would not. He was leading you to your certain death though. You were making your way to the danes. To Gorn probably. You knew that the moment he saw you he would kill you. You were contemplating slitting your own throat before he could get to you. You prayed for the entire ride. Lugh, the god you worshipped and to whom you had dedicated your life, stayed silent. So far away from your sacred land, could he even hear you? You had felt him there in Wessex, during Gisela’s funeral. You knew it. You thought of the pendant around the lord’s neck. Maybe you should not have given such an artefact to a man you barely knew. Maybe putting your life on the line for men who were using you wasn’t the best idea. For a moment you contemplated running away. Where would you go? With what silver? In what direction? The reality was that you were the safest here. It was a terrifying thought. And what about your promise? You were not the kind to break your engagements. You were a woman of your words, you had been raised with honour, and you will not break it. Even if it meant you were going to die. You were distracted by the conversation between Skade and Uhtred, and the piercing voice of the witch. 

“Then you will remain cursed!”

No one said anything but you saw Uhtred tense. The Lord was going to die if it kept going. Your bad feeling kept getting worse as you saw his state deteriorating with the hours that passed. You were seated around a fire, not with Uhtred and the others but with Skade. They were talking, and with the weak light of the fire you were able to see Uhtred’s ashy face. 

“Did they already get bored of you?”

You ignored her. Getting closer from the fire, seeking its warmth. 

“You are powerful, I will give you that.” you told her finally.

“My gods are not to mess with.”

In your head you were chanting the name of Eochu Ollathir, god of the sciences and protector of the druids and druidesses, and his daughter Brigid, guardian of the purifier fire. The fire became increasingly warmer, almost too much, and when you plunged your hand into it, owning a gasp from the men that were seated nearby, you did not feel the heat, or even the pain that you should have felt. Everyone was silent, even Uhtred and his circle, when you said: 

“Mine are not either”. 

You stood up and left for the forest that was all around you. You needed to be alone with your thoughts. You walked in the same direction far enough that you could still see the weak light of the fires, but enough so that they could not see you. Your goal was not to get lost. You sat on a rock and contemplated your surroundings. The cold wind was caressing your face, as you lifted your head you admired the night sky. The stars were shining like you had rarely seen them. For a second you felt yourself transported back to the Highlands, to the mountains of your childhood, to the orange and yellow forests that you loved so dearly. To the lake that reflected that very same sky you were looking at. You felt the tears slide down your cheeks but you could not stop staring. You smiled at the fond memories as the feeling of homesickness settled in. 

“Are you okay Y/n?”

It was the sweet voice of Osferth that got you out of your reverie. You turned around, whipping out your tears as fast as you could. 

“Are you crying?”

He seemed so sad for you. You could hear it in his tone, see it on his face, in the way he walked toward you to sit on the same rock as you. 

“You should not have come here ? What will the others think ?”

Your voice was trembling and you did not dare to look him in the eyes. 

“They won’t think anything. I think you scared them all to death.”

You laughed at that, trying to make it sound as sincere as possible. 

“Did I scare you too?”

You turned around and smiled at him, and you saw in his eyes he did not believe that fake smile for a second. His hands were fidgeting on his lap the last time you had looked at them, so you could not have helped the little move of surprise that you had when one of his knuckles gently caressed your cheek. You realised you were still crying. The feeling of his skin against yours was something you could not describe, but you were hypnotised. You did not realise you were so close to him, the heat of his body burning you more than the fire you had put your hand into a few moments ago. His eyes, blue like the most beautiful spring sky, were reflecting the same intensity as yours. 

“I am not scared of you Y/n. I think you are a gift from god. This is the only explanation. An angel.”

He almost whispered it. You were coming closer, eyes still not leaving his, but you were now feeling his hot breath against your cold skin. 

“If the church says otherwise, I will tell them they are wrong. If you are a demon, then maybe I am not worshipping the right god”

The weight of his words was heavy on your shoulder except the guilt of deflecting an honest man from his faith would be a thing you will have to deal with later. Because right now you wanted to kiss him. You wanted to kiss this man until he was tired of you because you were not sure you would be able to one day be tired of him. So you did. You pressed your lips against his. He did not push you away but he froze against your body. 

“I’m sorry I-

-No! Please”

It had come out in a pleading tone, and the red on his cheeks was a good indicator of his desperation. So you kissed him again, and again. His lips were surprisingly soft, and you loved every second of those kisses. You felt yourself get more heated, that familiar pressure in the pit of your stomach slowly settling in. 

“Y/n” he whimpered against your lips. 

You loved it when he said your name. When he said it, screamed it, whispered it, and even more when he was saying it as if you were some sort of deity he was devoting himself to. 

“We should go back” you said. If you kept going, you knew it would be more and more difficult to back down. 

“Give me a minute.” he said averting your gaze. “Just to catch my breath”

You raised an eyebrow in question, but you understood. 

“Oh”

You chuckled and he looked at you offended. You caressed his right cheek gently, trying to contain your laughter. 

“Do you want me to stay or do you need some alone time?”

He looked exasperated, but you could see the hint of a smile on his lips. 

“Go away from me temptress.”

You laughed again before kissing him one last time. He looked dumbfounded and you were delighted by his expression. 

“You are not helping me. 

-Maybe I don’t want to”

You walked away, your heart feeling lighter than it had when you made the same path before. When you stepped back into the camp, all eyes were on you, especially Finan’s. 

“Where is Osferth?

-He is coming back soon, don't worry.”

He looked at you suspiciously. 

“I did not kill him and bury his corpse in the forest Finan, you can sleep soundly.”

Sihtric laughed at that and you could see the corner of Finan’s mouth lifting.

“I’m sorry. To be honest I don’t really know why I am even apologising. But if you had the impression I broke your trust, I didn't mean to.” 

They looked at you surprised. 

“If I had the ability to help Gisela, I would have done so. But I couldn’t.”

You did not wait for an answer and left them to think. You did not see Uthred on your way to the fire where you were sitting previously. Skade was not there either and for some reason, it made the absence of the lord even more worrisome. 

[sihtricfedaraaahvicius]

Chapter 11

Note: Bass Player chapter 11! Chapter 10 here! song mentioned in the fic: Tumult by Stone Sour.

Warnings: angst/fluff. brief mention of (attempted) suicide, alcohol abuse and self inflicted pain.

pairing: Modern!Sihtric x you (f)

summary: The intimate video Sihtric had shared caused trouble.

wordcount: 5k

Masterlist

'You know I hate this shit!'

The TV performance of Seven Kings was almost a week ago now, and Sihtric was home again. You still couldn't get over how insanely hot your boyfriend had looked during that performance, and you found yourself saving one photo after the other when you scrolled through your socials. You kept seeing screenshots and gifs of the moment the camera zoomed in on him playing the bass just as he looked into the camera, smiled and blew a kiss, which you knew was meant for you, but had thousands of fans lose their mind over it.

You and Gisela had watched the performance together, as per usual, and even your friend couldn't deny how good Sihtric looked. He always played the bass so nonchalantly, as if it was the easiest thing in the world. And he looked so effortlessly good, playing his neon green bass with his black and pink painted nails, all while wearing black leather pants and leather boots. His slutty black fishnet top showed of his nipple piercings, and the Hello Kitty choker you had gifted him was around his neck, which he had combined with some soft pink coloured Hello Kitty shades, which you had never seen before and he apparently scored somewhere at the airport along with a Hello Kitty travel pillow. And just when you thought your boy couldn't get any hotter, or cuter for that matter, you saw that he had placed the Hello Kitty plushie you had given him on his bass amplifier, in the background.

To your pleasure Sihtric had texted you numerous sexy selfies before and after the performance. And while he was sleeping next to you now, you decided you wanted to share one of the selfies on your insta story, and tag him so he could post it on his story if he wanted to, with your name attached to it. And that's when you noticed Sihtric's instagram account was gone. It didn't take long before Sihtric woke up too and you told him about his missing page, which turned out to be a result of posting that clip of you two in the bedroom about a week ago.

'So you didn't mind that I posted that?' Sihtric asked after he had filed a complaint to retrieve his page.

'I didn't really mind it that much, but maybe next time you can share something that's a little less… intimate?' you said, 'I'm not mad about it, but the whole reason I agreed to make that video was because it was meant for just you and me, you know?'

Sihtric understood your point and agreed he had been a little impulsive by sharing that video, but he had no regrets. Not even now that he was banned from instagram for the time being. It had stirred up some tension in the band though, you found out. 

Uhtred was used to being the one most "popular member", but after Sihtric had shared that video, he had surpassed Uhtred's follower count. And the lead singer's ego was hurt because of it. Uhtred probably enjoyed the fact that the bass player's account was gone, which meant he was the member with the most followers again now. It was ridiculous, but fame does that to people, you thought.

Another impulsive thing your boyfriend had done while he was in America, was getting a tattoo for you, just because he missed you. Before you fell asleep, after making that video together, you had left him a handwritten note in an envelope on his suitcase so he'd find it in the morning, and you had marked the envelope with a red lipstick kiss. Sihtric had kept the envelope close during his travels, and then decided he wanted to get your lips tattooed on his chest, near his heart. You were shocked at the reveal once he was back home again, but you couldn't deny that you loved it at the same time. Sihtric said you had really claimed him now, even if the tattoo was a bit cheesy.

And now that the band members didn't struggle with jetlag anymore, Sihtric was often recording in the studio with the guys, while you still went to your shitty job for the last few weeks. That's right, you finally had gathered the courage to quit, you just had to work until the end of the month. Sihtric had been over the moon when you told him you accepted the contract Ragnar had offered you, and therefore you suddenly became a part of the band's crew. Never in your wildest dreams did you think something like this would happen; you now worked for your favourite band. Your boyfriend's band.

And the next thing on your schedule, after the last working day at that horrible customer service job, was to join Sihtric to a video shoot for their upcoming single, which was called Tumult.

Sihtric already warned you about the concept of the music video they were shooting, and he hated it as much as you did. For some reason the director had the idea to have each member play their part of the song separately, which made sense as each member has their own stand out moment in the song, but the director also wanted some hot women to dance around them and touch them seductively as they played their instruments. Sihtric had already made it very clear to the rest of the band, and to Ragnar, that he didn't understand why they needed half naked ladies in their videos nor why they should be touched up by them.

'This is not what that song is about,' Sihtric said, 'and this is not what our music is about.'

'Sex sells, Sihtric,' Uhtred shrugged as he checked out one of the pretty ladies as she walked by, 'you should know it,' he mumbled under his breath.

'What?' Sihtric asked, not quite sure if he heard the sneer right, but Uhtred ignored him.

Apparently Uhtred had been pushing the concept of the director, despite the rest of the band being a little unsure about it. Even Ragnar advised against it, but as Uhtred was the lead singer, it was his way or the highway. Uhtred had been bitter about the attention Sihtric received after sharing the intimate video, and figured this was a way for him to become the centre of attention again. And to get girls.

Sihtric sighed as he watched Uhtred show off while there were ladies all over him during his shoot, and then sulked towards you, off set, and told you again how he really didn't like any of this. You understood it was part of the job, but agreed the whole concept made no sense. You were glad Sihtric asked you to stay during shooting, which gave you a sense of security, but it also made you very uncomfortable. 

You sat back when your boyfriend was called on set for his scenes, and you watched him play that neon green bass as he stood in front of an all white backdrop. He was shirtless, showing off his ripped body, his piercings and the tattoo of your lips on his heart. His black skinny jeans were tucked in green Doctor Martens, which matched his bass guitar, and his hair was loose and wild looking. But as hot as he looked, you couldn't help notice how uncomfortable he was. It didn't help that the director asked Sihtric to take off his leather bracelet, the matching one he had with you, which he reluctantly took it off and handed to you without meeting your eyes. He mumbled an 'I'm sorry, love,' and then returned to the mark on the floor that told him where to stand and play.

As Sihtric played the bass along with the music of his band again, the hired women danced around him and the director gave one of the ladies directions as the camera rolled. She was told to get closer to him, which she happily did, and eventually you watched her hands trail down your boyfriend's shoulders. Sihtric flinched at the sudden touch and the director told everyone to stop.

'Cut! What is going on with you?' the director asked as he walked over to Sihtric, 'I don't know what the issue is here, but you gotta give me more than this.'

Sihtric didn't speak, instead he looked down at his feet and clenched his jaw.

'Enjoy it, man,' the director continued, 'there's hot girls dancing around you and one all over you, what's not to like?' the man laughed and slapped Sihtric's shoulder, 'okay, everyone back in position!'

You felt your stomach turn when you saw the empty look in Sihtric's eyes as he feigned a smile while they rolled the cameras again, and you weren't the only one who noticed how insincere it was. After about a minute you heard the director yell 'cut!' again, and he ran over to the love of your life.

'Sihtric,' the director said, annoyed, 'you have to give me more!'

Sihtric again didn't speak. Instead, he inhaled deeply and looked at you for a second, then back at the ground to hide the tears that were forming in his eyes. The director turned to the girl who was supposed to be all over your boyfriend, and gave her more directions on what to do, and Sihtric listened closely as he kept quiet.

'I- I don't want this,' Sihtric then said, but the director either didn't hear him or simply ignored him.

'It would be really great if you could kiss his chest,' the director told the girl as he pointed at Sihtric's recent ink, 'we can make it look like that tattoo is your lipstick stain. Kiss him all over to leave lipstick marks, okay?'

'No,' Sihtric tried to interrupt, 't-the tattoo is for my girl, I don't want-'

'It will look really hot, okay, buddy?' the director cut him off, 'it's all just pretending.'

'But I- I don't want this,' Sihtric said again, and was once again ignored, 'I'm not okay with-'

'Okay, every back in position!' the director yelled as he returned to his chair, 'come on, pretty boy!' he yelled at Sihtric, 'okay, three, two, one, and… action!'

You hadn't heard the conversation as you were too far away, so with your stomach in a knot you watched how the pretty dancer raked her fingers through Sihtric's hair as he played his guitar. You understood it was just acting, but that didn't mean it didn't upset you, you just tried your best to keep it together as you did not want to be that kind of girlfriend.

However, you fell apart when you saw how the girl suddenly planted her lips on Sihtric's chest, on his tattoo, and then continued to kiss him all over his chest and shoulders, leaving red lipstick stains on his skin while Sihtric looked deeply uncomfortable. You swallowed hard but your mouth had gone completely dry. Sihtric had shown you the script for the video the night before, and you were sure it nowhere said that he would be kissed in any way. Tears filled your eyes as you tried to keep a straight face, but you felt your left eye twitch and your lower lip trembled. Then, as if it couldn't get any worse, the girl listened to the director's guidance and she grabbed Sihtric's face. Before Sihtric realised what happened, she had her lips planted on his and dragged her mouth down his chin. Your heart skipped several beats as the air was punched out of your lungs, and you broke down in tears as soon as you turned on your heels and walked off set, as quietly as you could. You didn't blame Sihtric for this, as you saw how unhappy he was too, but you just couldn't watch it anymore and pretend you were okay with it.

As your vision was blurred by your tears, you never saw how Sihtric gave the girl a harsh shove right after she kissed him without his consent. She tripped in her high heels and fell on her barely covered up ass as a result of his shove, and the director yelled 'cut!' again while he ran up to her. The other band members watched the scene unfold with their jaws dropped.

'What the fuck is wrong with you?!' Sihtric shouted at the girl, while you had already left out the door, into the dressing room. 'Who the fuck do you think you are?!' he yelled, then looked at the director as he helped the girl up, 'I never agreed to that!'

'Jesus, calm down,' the director huffed.

'Don't tell me to fucking calm down!' Sihtric hissed and got up in the director's face, 'this was not in the script! I would never agree to this fucking bullshit! I don't want to be touched! Not when my fucking girl is right there-'

Sihtric's breath hitched in his throat when he saw your seat was empty, and you were nowhere to be found.

'Oh, come on,' Uhtred howled, 'we all let the girls kiss us.'

Osferth and Finan kept their mouths shut. They indeed didn't mind kissing the pretty ladies, but then they were both single and completely understood why Sihtric didn't want any of it.

'Fuck,' Sihtric gasped as he felt a sudden panic rise inside his chest when he didn't see you anywhere, 'n-no,' he mumbled to himself and raked his hand through his messy hair as a look of despair settled on his face.

You had left. You had seen him kiss another girl and now you were gone. Sihtric figured you were furious and felt cheated on, and he couldn't blame you, even if he didn't want or had expected this to happen himself. He thought you didn't just walk out of the room, but completely walked out of his life. 

Sihtric took off his bass guitar and, without thinking, threw the neon coloured instrument on the ground as he ran towards the only door in the room, desperate to find you. Everyone stared at each other, surprised and shocked at the outburst of the usually rather calm and collected bass player.

You had made yourself small in the large dressing room, which was basically just a locker room. You sat behind the first row of lockers, not deliberately hiding but also not wanting others to see how upset you were. You heard someone storm in the room, and a split second later you heard Sihtric's voice laced with panic.

'Baby?' he called as he looked around the seemingly empty room, 'no, no, no,' he whispered as he stepped through the room, 'fuck!' he then yelled, and you heard him kick against a locker.

His heavy panting filled the room, while you kept quiet. You didn't want him to see you like this, as you feared he'd think you were overreacting, so you wiped your tears and took a few deep breaths. But then, just as you wanted to get up and step around the corner, towards Sihtric, you heard the door open again. You froze when you heard Uhtred's voice, and decided to not make your presence known.

'What are you doing?' Uhtred asked Sihtric, agitated.

'What am I doing?' Sihtric snarled, 'what the fuck are we doing?!'

'What do you mean?' Uhtred scoffed.

'You know I hate this shit!' Sihtric yelled, 'why do we need girls in our music videos? Since when is our music about that? Since when do we need that? You say sex sells, and sure it does, but we don't have to sell our band anymore, do we? We are an established name already! We don't need this stupid bullshit! And now, because of it, my girl ran off and I don't know where she went!'

'Hey,' Uhtred got up in Sihtric's face, 'if you don't like this, then leave! It's part of the job!'

'Except it's not!' your boyfriend shouted, 'we were never about this! You just… you fucking sold out, man!'

'I sold out? I did?' Uhtred scoffed, 'I'm not the one who is posting half of a sex tape online. And then you have issues with this? Pick your battles, man.'

'So that's what this is about?' Sihtric huffed, 'you're just fucking jealous that not all eyes are on you anymore? You can have it, Uhtred! I don't care about the attention! That is not why I'm in a band!'

'Whatever,' Uhtred snapped, 'stay or go, Sihtric, I don't care. But you better have your mind made up when you get back on set.'

'I'm not coming back until I find my girl,' Sihtric hissed, just as Finan entered the dressing room.

'Fine,' Uhtred said, nonchalantly, 'maybe this life isn't for you anymore'

'You don't mean that,' Finan said as he got in between the two hot headed men, 'and you don't mean that either,' he looked at Sihtric.

'What? The life of whoring around?' Sihtric scoffed and ignored the Irish man, 'you're right, it's not for me anymore!'

'Oh, please,' Uhtred groaned, 'those girls are only acting!'

'Sure, like you don't plan on banging half of them after the shoot,' Sihtric grimaced.

'And what if I am?' Uhtred asked, 'maybe you should too.'

'Fuck you!' Sihtric gave Uhtred a hard shove, 'I'm not a cheater, unlike you!'

'Then go and find your woman,' Uhtred shrugged, 'find her and leave.'

'I will! If this is the direction you're taking Seven Kings in, then I'm done.'

'No!' Finan yelled, 'guys, come on!'

'Fine, then go,' Uhtred said, once again ignoring Finan.

Sihtric and Uhtred stared at each other with rage in their eyes. Then Ragnar and Osferth entered the room, all while you listened from behind the corner and trembled on your legs.

'No!' Finan said again, 'Sihtric can't leave. We need him,' he said to Uhtred, then looked at Sihtric, 'and you need us, Sihtric. You need the music and we need you. You can't just go like that.'

'No, he can go,' Uhtred shrugged again, 'he prioritises his lady over the band,' he scoffed, 'he's so afraid to end up single again, it's pathetic.'

Sihtric stared at Uhtred, his jaw clenched as he fought his tears.

'I'd rather try and fucking kill myself again than losing my woman over this stupid shit,' Sihtric spat.

'Again?' Uhtred frowned.

'Wait, what?' Finan said, 'w-what do you mean?'

Osferth and Finan exchanged concerned looks, while Uhtred kept staring at Sihtric, and Sihtric looked at Ragnar.

'I… I didn't tell them,' Ragnar confessed.

'What?' Sihtric said, 'I thought you told-'

'What?' Finan interrupted, concerned, 'told us what?!'

Sihtric swallowed hard and looked down at his feet as he tried to find the right words, but the manager was quick to take the burden upon him, as he had promised he would but never did.

'Sihtric… he, he attempted,' Ragnar stammered, 'he had plans to… to end his life a little while ago, after the first show you guys did.'

'What?' all the members gasped.

'H-how?' Osferth blurted out.

'My apartment is a long way up,' Sihtric said softly, avoiding eye contact.

This was the first time you heard how Sihtric had planned on doing it. He didn't want to tell you when he first opened up to you, when he told you how you had saved him that night. And now there it was, the whole truth. You desperately tried to hold your tears, but you sobbed like a child while you tried to stay quiet.

'Are you fucking serious?' Finan asked, 'what… I mean, I'm glad you're here, but what stopped you?'

Sihtric shook his head lightly as he continued to keep his head down, still fighting his tears.

'His… his girl did,' Ragnar said, compassionately, 'why do you think I allowed her on board with us? He needs her. And I told you guys this video was a stupid fucking idea, even if you were all single, but you,' he looked at Uhtred, 'you just kept pushing it.'

Everyone stayed quiet after the manager spilled some harsh truths in a short time. Sihtric sniffled and wiped away a tear while the other members tried to grasp all the information they just got dumped on them.

'Did you take your meds?' Ragnar asked Sihtric quietly.

'Yeah,' Sihtric said hoarsely, 'look,' he cleared his throat and sniffled again, 'I'm done here. I… I need to find… I have to find her. And I just- I- I, it's like I don't know you guys anymore,' he said and took a few steps back.

'Yeah, well,' Uhtred snapped, 'we don't know you anymore! Rockstars don't settle down!'

'They do!' Sihtric yelled, 'and maybe you should try it sometime! So you can finally understand that all this fame and money is fucking useless if you have no one by your side at the end of the day who makes you happy!'

'Whatever,' Uhtred sighed and waved his hand degradingly, 'go have a drink, Sihtric,' he sneered, 'I liked you better when you were still a drunk.'

'Fuck you!' Sihtric snarled and gave Uhtred another hard shove, 'fuck you! You know that shit almost killed me several times!'

Before the other men could blink, Uhtred and Sihtric were throwing punches at each other. Finan and Ragnar tried to break the two men up, but there was barely any stopping them. You couldn't take it anymore and stepped around the corner.

'Stop it!' you suddenly yelled as you cried, and everyone froze when they saw you.

'H-how can you say such things!?' you yelled at Uhtred, who froze up mid swing as he wanted to punch the bass player in his face, who had his own fist near the lead singer's face.

You looked at all the men before you continued.

'What kind of friend are you?' you looked back at Uhtred.

Everyone stared at you and then Sihtric dropped his fist. He let go of Uhtred, and with a soft whine he ran towards you, across the room. You wrapped your arms around him as he did the same, and then Ragnar was the one to break the silence.

'I… I think it's best if Sihtric has the rest of the day off,' he looked at you, 'he needs some time to think. Meanwhile,' he looked at the other members, 'we will continue the video shoot. We should just get this over with so we can all go back home again as soon as possible.'

You and Sihtric had gone home while the rest of the band tried to continue their video shoot, unsure about the future of the band. You sat on the roof terrace, Sihtric leaned into you as you had your arm around him and you watched him light up one cigarette after the other, taking long drags while his hands still trembled.

'You shouldn't make a choice this rash, baby,' you said softly, 'you really have to think about this.'

'I'm done, love,' Sihtric sighed, 'I'm just done with Uhtred's bullshit, and I don't want you to be hurt by the choices he makes for us.'

'Please, just think about it. I didn't walk away from the set because I was mad at you,' you reassured him, 'I didn't walk out because I want to walk out on you. Never. It just hurted to see a girl all over you like that.'

'I know, and I'm sorry,' Sihtric said, 'it made me sick too.'

'I know. I could tell you weren't happy at all, which also broke my heart,' you said, 'but this video, I understand it's… it's what people want to see these days, I guess. And I know it's not something you wanted either.'

'Do you want to see it?' Sihtric asked, 'as a fan, I mean. Even if we wouldn't know each other? Would you want to see a video like that?'

You thought about his question for a moment as you remembered what your life was like before Sihtric commented on your instagram post. Before this all started.

'Not… not really,' you admitted, 'I know a lot of fans will be bitter and jealous of those girls in the video. Honestly, things like that may not work in a band's favour. As ridiculous as it sounds, it can put fans off. I know it's the same with you and me, what you posted on your instagram riled up some people in a fun way, but I know for a fact it has cost you fans too. Some fans are dedicated to the bone and so loyal, until they realise they truly do not have a chance with you. Or any other member. Then they will just drop you like an old toy and go on to find the next best thing. I'm not saying a video like this will ruin your career, not at all, but for a lot of people… it's not what they want. I mean, as a fan myself,' you said, 'which I still am, despite everything I have with you, this video would leave me unsatisfied. Because it's so not like you guys. I'm not saying don't do it, but, yeah…'

'I know,' Sihtric mumbled, 'I know it's not like us. But lately Uhtred has been pushing to take the band in a different direction, and I don't like it.'

'What about the others? Finan and Osferth?'

'They aren't fully behind it either,' Sihtric said and lit another cigarette, 'they voiced their concern too, but Uhtred won't stray from his ideas. I've been struggling with this for a long time already, even before we met. I love my job, I love the music we make and I love the guys. But I don't love the vision anymore. I wrote a lot of music and lyrics for the band, but Uhtred dismisses every idea lately. I don't know why but… I'm just sick of it. What's the point of being in a band if I can't be myself? If I can't play the music that I like? What's the point of becoming someone that I'm not, when this sort of music is all about being yourself and to not be afraid to be honest… I'm just done. I'm done with it. Maybe I,' he paused and looked up at you, 'maybe I should just go solo and start my own band.'

You sat in silence while Sihtric finished his cigarette, your head resting on his shoulder.

'Whatever you chose to do,' you said, 'I'll be there. I'll stand by you, no matter what.'

Sihtric smiled softly and pecked your cheek.

'Thank you, my love,' he whispered, then sighed and got up, 'I'm going to take a shower now, need to get those fucking lipstick stains off me,' he grimaced.

You had changed into some comfortable clothes when Sihtric stepped out of the bathroom, shirtless while wearing black sweatpants. You looked up from your phone and felt your heart drop when you saw the broken look on your boyfriend's face.

'What's wrong?' you jumped up.

'I… I just feel so fucking disgusting,' Sihtric said as tears ran down his face, 'I'm sorry.'

You looked at his torso and saw the dark marks on his body, where the lipstick stains had been from the video shoot. Sihtric had desperately tried to wash the stains off his skin, almost compulsively, as they weren't yours and he felt violated. And as he had aggressively tried to clean off the lipstick in the shower, he had clearly bruised himself in the process, feeling he even deserved the pain because you had been hurt too.

'Honey,' you whispered as you walked up to him, 'it's… it's not your fault, don't feel like that.'

You took his hands, kissed them both, and then softly kissed one of the bruises on his shoulder.

'I'm sorry,' Sihtric whispered.

'I know,' you hushed him and kissed another bruise, 'don't worry, you're mine. Always mine.'

'Yours,' he sniffled, 'I only want to be yours.'

You looked up at him and placed your hands on his shoulders.

'Please,' Sihtric whispered and leaned back against the bathroom door, 'please,' he whined, 'I need you to- to claim me back.'

'Don't be silly, you're still mine, love,' you whispered while Sihtric tugged at your shirt and shook his head.

'No,' he breathed, 'I… please,' he begged as you wiped his tears, 'mark me, please.'

You buried your face in his neck as your tears began to fall, and Sihtric wrapped his strong arms around you.

'I love you,' you whispered.

'I love you too,' Sihtric said as he held you tight, 'only you.'

'I know,' you smiled softly and kissed his cheek.

You took his hands in yours again and led him to his couch, where you gently pushed him down and straddled his lap.

'Take me,' your sensitive yet rough looking boyfriend husked, 'please, love. I need to feel you own me… say that you own me, please,' he whispered while he held your chin, 'tell me I'm yours.'

'I own you,' you whispered and kissed his lips, 'you're mine,' you kissed him again, 'only mine. My kitten,' you murmured as you nuzzled his nose.

'Yours. Your kitten,' Sihtric growled softly.

You hummed in agreement and kissed his lips again, then kissed your way to his jaw, his ear, his neck and on to his shoulders. You kissed every bruise on his skin and more, as you slowly kissed and licked your way down his body. You took your time, claiming every inch of his body just like he needed you to do, like he had begged you to do, and he moaned softly while he sat back with his eyes closed, enjoying the way you made him feel loved and safe.

'If I have to finish that video shoot,' Sihtric whispered, 'I only want to do it with you, doll. With your hands in my hair and your lips on my body. I refuse to do it with anyone else.'

taglist: @clairacassidy @finanmoghra @uunotheangel @hb8301 @bathedinheat @neonhairspray @anaeve @bubblyabs @travelingmypassion @sylasthegrim @andakth @chompchompluke @willowbrookesblog @lady-targaryens-world @skyofficialxx @elle4404 @alexagirlie @sweetxime @solango @gemini-mama @cheyennep3107 @little-diable @jennifer0305 @drwstarkeyy @mrsarnasdelicious @verenahx @urmomsgirlfriend1 @moonchildrenandflowercrowns @foxyanon @djarinsgirl27 @sigtryggrswifey @liandav @diiickbrainn

[fucked-up-mover-shaker]

BOOK 10: ELYSIAN SIGN UPS

ALRIGHT! I HAVE ENOUGH INTEREST, IT IS TIME!

First off, the outline of everything we will be using in our creation of book 10, or Elysian (Endgame is a great name, but Marvel), as I call it.

Next, everything I'm using in Elysian.

I am also tagging everyone who has helped me come up with ideas, as well as edited, since we share one braincell, and have a lot of similar things.

Sorry for cut it's LONG

@moonlarked

Marellinh

Council gets overthrown

Sophie gets to kill Mr Forkle

Alvar dies in Fitz’s arms

Sophie starts an human outreach program

Jensi remains Talentless and helps other Talentless

Exillium gets to be relevant

Tiertice adopt Tam and Linh and Rayni

Fedex

Ruy appears and does something idk

Trix joins up with the gang

@the-great-gullon-incident

Biana, Stina, and Dex team up

Biana has a sword

Sophie teaches the rest of the keeper gang about lgbtq+ people

Crazy fights

Gethen and Ruy show up to do stuff

They/them Elysian

All the mysteries are finally revealed

@stopstealingtomatoes

Lady Gisela to die

Amy to have a bigger role

Lord Cassius to either formally apologize to Keefe or else shove a stick in it

T h e r a p y

Ships to finally sail

@amandayetagain

Elysian’s big naturals

frognate rings

explicit language

vertina pagetime

more void lore

Sophie strikes out on her own and forms her own group

we learn about Keefe’s human friends

Details on some of the parents top secret missions (mentioned in their unlocked files)

Embarrassing middle name for keefe

foot power

Sophie channels someone’s heart/skull, or uses telekinesis on someone’s neck (it’s them or her friends. And she’s already lost enough.)

Biana and Sophie commit arson again (Neverseen)

@you-have-been-frizzled

JENSI PAGE TIME

the triplets

Kesline

Elwin officially adopting Keefe

Biana kills somebody (can we just bring Vespra back so she can kill her)

Tam gets hurt and Linh goes batshit

Bronte with curly hair

Sophie eats sweet and sour chicken to everyone’s horror

MORE ARSON

Alina redemption arc (literally wouldn’t suggest this but Ciara is the one running it and they’re part of the Alina deserves redemption club)

Dex losing an arm (his name means right handed it’s ironic oaky!)

Tiergan punches Quan song when he tries to say something to the twins

Sandor and Giselle scenes

KESLER AND GRADY BROMANCE I CANT BELIEVE I FORGOT ABOUT THEM

Juline and Edaline being sisters

Keefe and Grady bonding

Alvar isn’t dead and gets redemption

Caprice is relevant other than just being the crazy lady

@official-kenralie-fanbase

Sophie loses it during a battle to fulfill the whole "the moonlark could tear this whole place down" thing

Sandor finally has to dance in sparkly pants

Someone punches Alden

Or Cassius

Or both. At the same time.

More of Grady's mesmerizing please and thank you

Gradaline moments

Sophie's dad reveal (maybe do a poll on who people think that should be? I'm hoping for Fintan)

Oralie actually fights in a battle

Someone finds out about Oralie and there's a bunch of drama with all the people

@ever-blaze

more jensi, dex and rayni

jensi not manifesting an ability yet playing more roles in the story (eg. fighting the neverseen with a weapon or something)

keefe and fitz friendship moments/actually being best friends again

MORE OF THE TRIPLETS !!!

more backstories? tinkers maybe?

blur or wraith or tinkers identities

the return of the amazing amy foster

keefe’s human friends (hoping at least one is a celebrity) and human world adventures

------

Next, breaking this up. Anyone can join, I just need people to help organize this, and the plan is we sort it up by character/group, and eventually break it down into chapters, ordered by what would make sense in a basic plot structure. Then we will start figuring out technical things such as who is writing what.

Simply send me an ask or message if you're interested in helping me organize this!

And, if you have any and all suggestions, feel free to tell me!

REBLOGS >>>>>> LIKES

[macybeckham7]

Azalea Hamilton and Jacob Verstappen Dating

• Once Jacob got Azalea to let her walls down, she fell in love with him completely. Both of them laughing at themselves for their rivalry and hatred towards each other

• They both constantly bickering with one another, Azalea always putting her hand over his face and pushing him away once she’s had enough. He taking the victory that she got annoyed first

• Jacob getting the carefree side out of her, letting her enjoy life and experiences instead of focusing on her career

• Both have deep chats about their feelings and the pressures they feel

•Jacob showing his softer side to her, and mending her broken heart when Jules didn’t take care of it

• They decide to keep their relationship out of the paddocks, and keeps strikeout professional

• “I love you to the moon and back” ‘To the moon and the stars baby’

•After each race they spend quality time together, find a beach to have dinner or go to an arcade

• The media all play off the Hamilton vs Verstappen racing rivalry in their relationship

•Both fathers love the relationship and take the other one in with open arms

•They always post about the others achievements and showing their support and how proud they are.

• “I’m happy that you both have found someone who makes those butterflies in your stomach alive” Cairo smiles. ‘You’ve had to kiss a few frogs but now you have found your Prince’ Gisela gushes as she pulls the two of them in a hug.

•Loads of subtle shoulder kisses

• “How do I look” ‘The prettiest girl in any room’

•Neither of them are into PDA and don’t put much online, so when they do get moments fans eat it up.

•When they get grouped together in press, how Jacob stares at Lea’s mouth as she talks, how she leans in listening to every word he has to say. When they mention something only the other one understands and they are giggling messes.

• When they appear in the background of one of their friends videos, them dancing to Taylor Swift in the kitchen or Jacob feeding Lea, or Lea hugging him and kissing him.

•Jacob letting Lea colouring in his tattoos and paint his nails, on Monday mornings

•Running around the hotel suites and playing tag is their number one game

• “Don’t look at me” they say as they are getting down to business, seconds later they are in hysterics