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odukora-lore · 6 hours ago

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Hi Mykz! I wanted to ask something about your story titles, what would you say is the meaning behind all of them? As in, what does it relate to in-universe, what's the irl inspiration, all that?

LMAOOOO okay this is rlly fun tbh, ngl this was something I was sortaaaa gonna ramble in a recording but then didn't end up, but this is honestly something I somewhattt keep track of in my blorbo notes draft so I somewhat remember them at the tip of my tongue

Either wayyyyy

The Eternal: Fallout - ngl TEF went through a shit fucking load of title changes ffs, veterans would know Egg™ (that's a story for another day) but the main predecessors before it would be A Fault in Time and Brotherhood, AFIT is basically like, hinting at Atch fucking up the time travel lmao that's pretty much it, my memory is kinda blurry on that one cuz it's been a shitass while, it remains as a title that I still rlly like til this day thou that's just unfortunately thrown into the outdated pile, Brotherhood was like, a hint towards it Rin and Jingle's bond (Rin was the protagonist lmao, but again this is another rant for another day), and some sprinkles of the Tree Fam conflict (the earliest version of it anyway) so mainly between Oak and Birch

TEF itself is funny af thou cuz like, I kinda don't recall the exact moment I even settled on it unlike POE??? I think I was just playing around titles and shit, I'm soooo sooo sure The Eternal as like, the tragedy™ is a thing for a while thou, and iirc it mainly stemmed from the concept of, okay yeah ppl keep disappearing for an infinite amount of time, an eternity, it's the eternal™, but hell I can't say for sure lol, I do vaguely remember me settling on fallout cuz one of it's meanings were *the aftermath*, so basically TEF is like, the Aftermath of Mountain Expedition Gone Wrong (in non lore terms lol)

Paradigm of Empyrean - THIS ONE is fun cuz I didn't even come up w the og titles lmaooo, the oldest ver is Mysteries of Naru (for a shit while it was called MON), but like, kinda meant as a series I think, but idr either cuz I didn't wrote crap lol, I do know it's supposedly a trilogy though, the pipeline going Paradigm of Immortality -> Sealed Fate -> Fortress of Time (almost forgot the last one wtf I had to dig my old blorbo drafts), and then as I won the custody war™ I figured I wanted it to just be the one story™ cuz there's too much unknown lore for me to make it into an expansive series, at first I just figured I'd combine it so Paradigm of Fate was the placeholder title for a while before the actual revamp™ last year where I expanded further on the constellation and afterlife shit, the empyrean as a place wasn't rlly a thing not until recently iirc,

But the most fun part abt all this is the unintentional lore connections, cuz paradigm can mean *pattern* and empyrean can mean *sky* so essentially Patterns of the Skies, aka constellations lmao

Again a lotta shit for my main stories are extremely lore heavy so the titles kinda don't make shit sense unless you know what's going on

Anyways onto the supporting stories™

Swan Feather - this one is relatively simple lol, EVERYONE SAY THANK YOU BLACK SWAN ORCHESTRAL VER FOR BIRTHING THE VERY CONCEPT OF DULCET anyways I've rambled abt this quite a lot on my ramblez acc but swan feather was made when I was basically lost™ on wtf to do w TEF tbh lmaoooo, TEF was basically in like heavy revamp era and I was kinda getting pissed and mildly losing passion over it so I just figured fuck it I'm gonna make a whole new story™ to focus on while that remains in shambles for the time being, and then at the time this miraculous mv was released around the same time and the rest is history

I can dissect everything even further but it'll take up half of this damn page atp lmao, but a lot of the swan feather concepts surrounded passion I suppose, Heron and Dulcet were basically reflections of that, w Tang initially wanting to become a warrior out of passion but eventually got obsessed w wanting to be acknowledged and climbing the ranks he just straight up lost who he is (quite literally even), the Eclipsis Empire is sorta a shorthand for trading yourself away to achieve an empty dream that you sought to achieve but losing your very initial drive to pursue it in the first place, Heron initially only fighting cuz he was put on a pedestal to fight but now he has to for the sake of his bloodline, he fights w passion of wanting to defend all he has ever known, that is what intrigued Dulcet, mf basically saw a coward but then a coward w the kinda effort and dedication that he has not seen since forever and purposefully does not kill him from the get go just to see how far this mf can go lmao

A lot of Duclet's graceful dance esque fighting style was inspired by the orchestral ver itself tbh (alongside the quote at the beginning of the mv), I'd be stuck in car rides and imagining an epic fight scene™ and then going hell I need to make a story of out this shit and then it happened lol, forever extremely extremely pissed there's no official release on Spotify, the amount of mfs I'd maul to get that on there to make the perfect SF playlist ever™, but tldr I lost passion but a song abt losing passion made me reignite passion to make a story about losing passion and gaining it back

Sundowner - this is again kindaaa the kinda shit I don't remember lmaooo but tbh sundowner wasn't even supposed to be a story anyway cuz it remained a joke for the longest time, but I still figured it deserved a title so I know wtf I am talking abt when I am talking abt the story lol, I think I just went digging up aesthetic sounding words that are fairly dark sounding and related to illegal things™ and found sundowner: "an alcoholic drink that is drunk at around the time the sun goes down", but then also "a tramp arriving at a sheep station in the evening under the pretence of seeking work, so as to obtain food and shelter" which somehow fit the whole tone of the story lol, esp the latter one cuz majority of ppl affiliated w Budgie are honestly just looking for a means to *survive* through the mess, in some sense its the Budgie Enokie dichotomy within a single title lmao

The Sun is a Star - I'm pretty sure I came up w this on a whim aswell tbh, TSIAS isn't as old as the other stories ngl, like TEF has roots in 2018, same w POE iirc, SF and SD are kinda 2020 esque things, TSIAS is like very late 2022 and early 2023 I think??? TOI has roots in 2018 too lol I'll rant abt that in that section, anyways for a while I didn't even bother expanding it into a full fledged story cuz I was just mainly toying around w the Skyble dynamic lol, in fact Cirrus and Vinca were from entirely separate stories (I don't talk abt them enough lol but they're in the main lineup if u check the site, it'll be a ramble for another day thou), before I decided I'd merge them cuz I wrote a joke esque snippet between Marble complaining to Vinca abt crushing on Skye over the phone lmao

Again it's one of those stories that almost became a tertiary story before I scrapped the notion altogether lol but it was lore heavy enough to be on the same lvl as SF and SD, the title is pretty much a hint towards how the team is mainly researching stars to be used as solar energy equivalents lol, basically the origins of stars as raw magic life forces plays into this, and I just wanted a simple catchphrase esque title that included the concept

Tales of Iridescence - this one is also rlly rllyyyyyy fun cuz the shit is like TOI has roots in 2018 for being a story I came up w a friend on Animal Jam lmao, initially it was called Friendship Tales™ (cliche af but can u tell the mlp influence), but then yeah that's the shit, it was abandoned for a rllyyyyyy long time tbh lmao like Tropiciana lvls of it's extremely unlikely I'll ever revamp this again but then suddenly Magical Girl Obsession™ and then I realize how much the concept fitted a magical girl one lol, figured I wanted to keep the Tales part of it as some way to preserve it's og vibes (like the way I did w POE), and then thought abt like shiny rainbowy things lol, Prism/Prismatic was so close to being in the title tbh but Iridescence rolled off the tongue better

Anyways onto side stories 🔥

Faldeigh Street - this is again another one w funny origins lmaooo okay so the og og og og ogggg ver of this was Where Time Meets, again roots in 2018 (damn I just kept writing shit back then), basically a cliche romcom esque story tbh, I've had so many instances of wanting it to become lore heavy but I just can't bother giving up the cheesy fluffy vibes it always had so I just left it be, Where Time Meets was a part of some trilogy esque thing thou (but then not rlly either they're meant to be sorta separate, the lineup was basically Where Time Meets, Stand by You, Wings of Dawn) but the characters eventually meet to go on this big glowlin origin adventure™ (obviously scrapped lol), this was gonna be the supposed tertiary story I kept ranting abt before TOI was a thing tbh, cuz I just wanted my old main cast to go somewhere (how TEF replaced my old main cast is another load of shenanigans lmao)

But eventually I found it too nostalgic to even make any major changes, for now it's kinda in development limbo cuz there's alotta shit I'm trying to settle, initial title rlly is just me attempting to sound poetic as a preteen tbh, like ohhh where time meets, where these ppl meet at a specific time and cross paths (aka why it was extended into where time meets destiny eventually), cuz the gist was like Maca (the protagonist lol) helped her dad run a cafeteria and then every evening around closing hour there would be this mysterious guy™ that would show up and buy coffee and coffee only lol (another ramble for another day) but again I felt like the title kept sounding rlly lengthy and lore heavy for something supposedly light hearted so I just renamed it into something simplistic like Faldeigh Street (aka where the story takes place lol), actually on second thought it'll be fun to name it Faldeigh Street: Where Time Meets Destiny as some call back anyway, like oh it's this place where ppl cross paths at a specific hour, hm I'm suddenly liking this lmaoooo

Cupid's Serenade - THIS ONE again its sorta like SD having the Budgie Enoki dichotomy this is basically between Angie and Azalea lol, Angie mainly has a cupid aesthetic and Azalea mainly has a siren aesthetic, I was 🤏 this close to naming it Cupid's Sirenade as some sorta pun but idk it looked more like a mispelled word from afar without the context lmao, again this is another one of those stories that didn't have a title for a shit while until I came up w it onna whim

Cabbage Peak - another one I came up onna whim lmaoooo so many of these titles are just me going I need a title what could work and then slap it on there as placeholder before okay this works, but then yeah cabbage peak is just me trying to find a funny ass farm land esque name, the kinda shit you'd name your stardew farm, it's intentionally reeking of stardew tbh just mildly sillier and more absurd for the vibes™

Weather Headquarters - this shit probably has roots in 2016 or even older lmaoooo but like, idk if I named it weather hq back then, I knew Cloud Island was a thing thou, iirc it was named Cloud Island lmaoooo and the weather hq was more so the actual organization (like OWL and ORCA) that did the weather bs, pretty straightforward one tbh

Homecoming - I haveeee dumped abt this so I won't ramble too much but tldr it was a TEF sequel esque thing and the concept hinged on the victims going home™ and then Lio's whole thing of going home and then Atch's whole thing of finding home among the mortal realm and Aichi returning to Naru after presumedly millenia, suddenly I realize the actual actual first ever usage before TEF was conceptualized was actually the Truffs alien AU when Corondale was on the fcking moon and it was essentially the story of Asteria attempting to bring the rockrifts back to earth LMAO that's a whole other shit for another day

All the Days had been Sunny in Tropiciana - again another rlllllyyyyy fun one, Tropiciana has always been a thing tbh like Friendship Tales lol (I think they're even from the same era), basically wanted a tropical island sounding name and my preteen ass was extremely creative™, it's basically the name of the island where the og cast had a summer camp on lol (current ver actually has them live there), anyways this one is interesting cuz again I've always wanted like, a rlly rlly long title for the absurd joke affect, it's just a funny trope I've seen around and I wanted to pull it off, and then I got reminded of like this one attempt at rewriting an old Tropiciana ch, iirc I was on my Good Omens spree™ at the point in time, and the book is known to start w "it was a nice day, all the days had been nice", so I think I started w it was a sunny day, all the days had been sunny, or something, I don't remember tbh lmao, but that's sorta the shit I eventually went w, ig there's also the indirect influence of it's always sunny in philadelphia but I've never seen the thing and only heard of the funny sitcom esque title and it reeked more like sundowner from the looks of it lmao

Anyways that's that, can't believe I ranted for like an hour straight lol worth it, first ever blorbo inquiry answer is fifty pages long 🔥🔥🔥

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honeymochibubbletea · 9 months ago

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Hey I saw some of your works and liked them an lot and was wondering if I could request a Dr Phantasmo x reader where the reader has extreme social anxiety and has selective mutism (which is when someone basically goes mute in certain situations normally in social ones) because I struggle with this and I sorta started simping for him recently

I got you Fam!

☆~Phantasmo with a darling with social anxiety and selective mutism~☆:

At first, i’m not going to lie, Phantasmo would first take advantage of your social anxiety and mutism (he wouldn’t know it was selective because this would be the first time you two would have met) to try to kidnap you. Yes, i know: a real jerk move of him but remember, this is Phantasmo we are talking about XD

You two would have met when you were trying to hide away in a tree because there was a very big and loud crowd

He quickly saw that as an opportunity to kidnap you and take you away from there without anyone noticing or suspecting of him

Phantasmo: Heeeey there little cutie~ what a poor little thing like you doing out here, all alone~?

He would bring you closer towards him while brushing your shoulders in a “reassuring” way with his floating hands

And since you were too scared and overwhelmed to talk, you kind of just, didn’t say anything

Phantasmo: Poor thing… you can’t even speak with this annoying crowd, can you? I know, i know… people also get on my nerves sometimes, hehe. Say, you wouldn’t scream if i were to take you out to a more calmer and safer place, very far away from here… where you wouldn’t suffer so much… would you~?

Of course, that was all an act and you probably knew that but… you really also didn’t want to take your chances to stay there, with all those people… so you kind shook your head saying no, which made the scientist grin at you

Phantasmo: Good, good~ now c’mere and follow me~

Even if it was all an act, you were kind of glad that he “saved�� you from being stuck in that crowd, he probably knew that you wouldn’t get out of there by yourself

So he extended his hand to you and you took it… and then the loud noises and overall overwhelming feeling soon were a distant nightmare. His touch was cold, but your heart would feel warm with that small gesture…

But when you two got into his lab… ohohoho boy… he would laugh maniacally and lift you effortlessly and bring you over his shoulder. He would then start monologuing about how helpless you are right now and how no one would hear your pleas and bla bla bla…

But then you started crying… at first he just brushed off your fear… after all, you were just another victim to him… or were you?

Y/n: P-please… if you’re going to hurt me… can’t i at least offer to work for you…?

Phantasmo: Hmm… and how would you be useful to me~?

Y/n: I… i could… help you clean your mansion…?

Phantasmo wasn’t convinced with that but… he then proposed something else into your ear:

Phantasmo: how about this, you’ll be my lab rat and attract people for me to kidnap them and turn them into experiments… can you do that darling~?

You kind of didn’t have a choice on this… so you just shook your head saying yes. The scientist clapped his hands together and said that it was marvelous that you would be such an obedient darling…

And then, the months passed by and you two were falling in love: you would bring some people to his lab and in exchange, he would spare your life… also you would go buy some things he asked you to buy in very secluded places, where there wasn’t too much people around

He designed a pair of headphones for you to block the noise of the crowds ☺️

But also would sometimes accompany you to certain places because it wasn’t only the noise that would make you socially anxious: it was the overall feeling and vibe of crowds that made you feel like that

He would be always grabbing your hand and squeezing it lightly to calm you down

Also he didn’t mind your selective mutism: it was even good because, according to him, it’s better when only one person is the talker and the other is quiet (which, by the way, he is quite the talker)

Overall… your relationship with him was pretty good!

Oh, oh and one last thing: did you watched the movie “strange love”? There’s a scene where the main antagonist shouts to everyone to shut up very loudly and everyone does when he noticed that his darling was getting uncomfortable with the noises

It would be kind of like that with Phantasmo: he has a really powerful voice when he wants everyone to look at him. And when you one day forgot your headphones and was suffering with the noises of the crowd, he immediately shouted to everyone to shut up…

Well, thing is… it worked… but it worked TOO well: now if there wasn’t any noise anymore, there was an entire crowd looking at you two… and they were not pleased…

Your mind started to race and you started hyperventilating: this was hell for you, you always hated to have the attention of a lot of people… and Phantasmo noticed that and quickly took you out of there as fast as he could…

He immediately apologized for what happened and laughed awkwardly… he didn’t thought that he would catch EVERYONE’s attention…

Phantasmo: i am deeply sorry… could you forgive me…?

#dr. phantasmo #dr. phantasmo x reader #telltown #others ocs #writers on tumblr #writers #writing

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honesthammie · 3 years ago

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4th prompt part 2

The silence was appreciated as your mind wrapped up today's event. You had met your soulmate in a goddess of a woman. Everything you had discovered so far was perfect. You watched as she pulled a metal disk and metal stick from her pockets. The metal stick made a strange buzzing sound and glowed a faint orange at the tip as she hovered over the disk.

"What are you doing?" You asked after watching her in curiosity for a few moments. You would've let her continue as her face was quite the sight. Her eyes were sparkling with intent and her nose had the most adorable scrunch.

She stopped for a moment as you spoke as if thinking on what to say before continuing. "I'm scanning for any spider eggs in the building so we can take them with the other spiders to a planet of their own. A planet without civilisation but full to the brim with creatures they can eat. I think, the fam got them all. No, fam still doesn't seem right. The team does sound better!"

"A planet? What, are you some kind of alien?"

"Yes. Would that be a problem?" She asked. From the way her eyes sparkled, I believed her. Great, no wonder why she seemed so ethereal! So when I say, she's out of this world, it'd be a fact and not a flirtatious comment! For fuck sake, that's one of my best lines as well! Maybe I could use it when the time is right?

"Nope. After the discoveries of my life recently, that's actually the most believable thing. Please don't ask yet. However, those spider babies trust me. You aren't going to get them to listen without me. I spent at least a full 5 hours with them, they trust me more than you. Come on little Miss Sunshine, hop to it, the spiders won't wait forever." I spoke with confidence. I knew she knew, she needed me. That's why she followed me. "I'm (y/n) by the way"

"Great name! Love that name, was always one of my favourites. I've always fancied myself as a (y/n) but the faces never seem to fit it. I'm normally a John but I can't be now I'm a woman. Why don't you give me an alias for when I'm undercover?"

"Hmmm. I quite liked the name Alice and you certainly suit that name. Is there a name people call you when you aren't undercover. What do family call you?"

"Alice. I love that! I'm keeping Smith. Alice Smith. Perfect! Knew you'd be the one to help me. People tend to call me the Doctor. So do I for some reason. Wish I knew why."

This cute blonde alien was more mysterious the more we talked. She told me of how her ship goes in time as well as in space. She told me of the time of when she met Robin Hood with an older face and a companion named Clara. All this talk and I wasn't bothered once by it. I could listen and watch her all day as she talks about adventures she's been on. She puts all the theatrics on and waves her arms about with so much passion and her eyes show her emotions so clearly. But I also saw age. If she's older than she looks, just how old is she? Not that it bothers me, it's just, if she's like hundreds of years old, she's probably had other lovers and I don't know if plain old me can compete with that.

Sooner than we realised, we came towards a blue Police box. She clicked her fingers and waltzed right in. This must be her TARDIS. I walked inside with awe. The ship was beautiful inside. Like a gem hidden as an ore. The golden and blue lights perfectly reflected her personality.

"It's fucking massive Sunshine! Ya didn't warn me about walking into a football field! No wonder why thousands of spiders seemed no problem! Fucking hell!" I stated as my eyes scanned the room in front of me. Then I felt a little tug on my right trouser leg. I looked down and saw a little spider wanting my attention. I bent down and picked him up. He seemed happy to be held like that so I kept him in that position as I wondered towards the Doctor.

I had so many questions I wanted to know and I'm sure she has too. But now was not the time for that. We needed to get these spiders to their new home. I continued to watch the Doctor as she danced around something she called a console. She was pressing buttons and pulling levers and many more things until the ship made a strange wheezing noise and I was thrown off my feet. Thankfully I was caught by someone. I looked up and saw an oldish man.

"Hello Love! I can tell this your first time here. We all fell down when she first did that with us. You learn to find something to grab onto. I'm Graham by the way." Graham spoke gently but loudly over the noise of the ship. I couldn't help but giggle, my grandad used to call me Love too.

Then as quick as the ship started, it came to a gentle stop. I looked around and notice the same 2 people from earlier. The girl was smiling and laughing to something the boy mentioned. They must be old friends. I then noticed the Doctor walk towards the doors and open them just enough for her to check outside.

"Right (n/n). I'm calling you that as we are friends now. Go on, it's your first new planet and you care about these spiders more than we do so I think it's best if you check everything it perfect for them!" The Doctor spoke with excitement. She even clapped her hands for a moment, obviously not being able to control the surge of energy running through her.

I held the spider in my arms and the doors opened in front of me. I closed my eyes for a moment as the light blinded me temporarily. I could feel the warmth of a sun and the cool breeze the gently whipped past your face giving you the perfect cooling needed. The planet smelled sweet yet sour like Toxic waste sweets. I could hear many creatures making strange noises, some were doing a high pitched growl and some others were doing deep scream. Then there were nicer sounds like birds tweeting but in a lower key and something sounded like a piano, specifically an old ragtime piano.

I slowly opened my eyes and noticed the silver sky and its 4 suns in each direction. I noticed that the high pitched growl was from a small flying frog like creature and the deep scream was from a big rabbit- horse like creature that was just chewing the purple leaves off the metal looking trees. The bird like sound belonged to a small Robin like creature, but instead of a red chest it was a beautiful blue hue and it had silver eyes that sparkled just right. The Ragtime piano sound belonged to a dog-raccoon like creature that scampered away with its mouth full of the fallen berries that the rabbit-horse dropped from the leaves. The grass beneath was as black as ink and the pond to the right of me was a strange red colour.

"Well what do ya think? I personally think it's perfect but you seem to know these arachnids better than me so, I could be wrong, although, I'm not often" The Doctor spoke with eagerness. I noticed her looking at me as I took in the world around me. Why does this feel all too familiar to me? Why do I like the escapism of Earth? Why is this so, freeing?

I took a deep breath in. "Its perfect Doc. The spiders will love it here! They'll adapt pretty quickly I believe. The creatures are big enough to satisfy them. Although the sounds are a little off putting." I put the spider in my arms in the oddly cotton soft grass and watched as the thousands of others followed in its footsteps. Some carried the baby spiders and others carried the eggs. They had already found a cave to lay the eggs and started weaving some webs within 10 minutes.

Once I was happy with everything, I said my goodbyes and entered the strange ship once more. I could feel fresh tears sting my eyes like tiny hot needles. I get so attached so quickly and I noticed the string warm up and I checked on my soulmate, she was looking at me with an all too familiar look, the look of complete adoration. So the string tells me when her love for me evolves until we kiss? I mean, that's when it disappears for everyone else.

"This was great Sunshine! I had a ride of a lifetime, I really did. So I guess, you can drop me off home, I'm probably not wanted and I don't wanna ruin your team dynamic here."

"Why on Earth would you think that? I was actually wondering if you'd like to join us. Those spiders trusted you and having someone like you would really make the adventures more thrilling. Besides, I really like you and there's something special about you and I can't place my finger on it. I don't like not knowing things. If I drop these off home for a bit, would you mind if I ran some tests on you?"

"Really? Sure. I don't mind. I actually wanna know aswell. You see, I know what's special but I don't want to tell you in front of the others, its a bit embarrassing." I asked whilst blushing. She nodded her head and set the TARDIS coordinates to Sheffield. The Doctor promised she'd be back in a week and set the TARDIS to float in our solar system whilst she got to work on me.

We walked into what I can assume is some sort of med Bay. The walk had conversations about the last planet and how we thought the spiders would adjust. Eventually she sat me down on a white bed.

"So, you said you knew why you were special. I don't like cliffhangers so I'll give you a custard cream if you tell me." She said as she got a paper document and waited for me to speak.

"I don't know how or why but have you ever heard of the red string of fate story?" I asked, wondering how to word this without sounding weird. She nodded her head in understanding. "Well, when I turned 16, I could see everyone's red strings. The world was covered in red. I was confused at first until I read that story."

"Hmm. That is interesting because all stories have some truth to them. Some are exaggerated and some are exactly as said. Well that story is a good example of that. Thousands of years ago, there were 2 species of human, homo sapiens and homo spectrians. Spectrians were low on numbers in population as they'd spend almost all their life playing match maker. You'd know Spectrians as Cupids. However when battles and wars happened, Cupids were out of a job as everyone had to focus on the country and not themselves. This is where arranged marriages started happening and Cupids were becoming depressed. Eventually the Cupids decided to blend in with the humans and became virtually extinct. You might be the only Cupid left in the universe, other than Valentine himself." She explained it so well.

"Can Cupids see their own string?" I asked. She paused for a moment. Her eyes flickered between heartbroken and hopeful. I felt the string flicker between cold and toasty warm just like her eyes.

"No. Cupids weren't supposed to have soulmates. But I guess you are technically half human so maybe that makes sense. Do you know who your soulmate is?"

"She's amazing. She's like a Goddess. When I first saw her I immediately thought, She's too fucking perfect for someone like me. She incredibly smart too but, can be oblivious. I mean, I only met her a few hours ago and I'm fucking smitten with her. She reminds me of sunshines and rainbows. I'm just waiting for her to make a move." I told her. She looked at me for a moment, processing this new information. She smirked for a moment once she figured it out.

"Well my soulmate had me wrapped around her finger the second she jumped in front of a spider to save her life. A bold move like that normally makes me mad but, she did it so well. I haven't known her long but I can see me being by her side forever, travelling the stars. She reminds me of those stars actually. The way she sparkles in the light. I love you (y/n) with both of my hearts." She spoke softly as we slowly leaned in. When she finished, she planted her soft lips on mine and the red string was gone. Not that I noticed until an hour later when we picked the team up and held hands to announce our relationship.

Maybe dating a sunshine is exactly who I needed.

#13th doctor #thirteenth doctor x reader #female reader #13th doctor x reader #soulmate

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wildbootsappeared · 4 years ago

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Continental Divides Chapter Discussion #0: Humble Origins/Editing and Rewriting

I recently enjoyed hearing Negrek talk about the behind-the-scenes of the most recent chapter of Salvage and was inspired: I figure some of you might be interested in hearing some of that type of thing for Divides, too. CD touches on some pretty complicated subjects (historical events and politics and glazed-over-science) that are worth teasing apart a little more. So I’m going to start slowly adding in some chapter reflection posts! Keep in mind that these will probably be full of spoilers, and you’ll want to get caught up before you read em.

If you want to hear me talk about something specific, feel free to shoot me a question.

(By the way, if you’re not reading Salvage yet—fam, get on my level. I’d describe it as a black humor odd-couple tale of … friendship??? Hm, that’s definitely not the right word, is it? Anyway! Featuring: an absolute goblin of a pokemorph, dismemberment, corruption, and Very Good Decisions. And lovely prose, by the way.)

With that, let’s get into it!

(CD spoilers below!)

Art by Giulia Bernardelli

From Humble Origins

I’ve mentioned before that Mark and Natalie were my first original characters. They were side characters in my first ever fic from … god, 2003 or 2004-ish? So in many ways, they’ve grown up with me.

I learned about fanfic shortly after Ruby and Sapphire came out in the US, so of course baby OSJ had to try her hand at a Hoenn journey fic. I’m really sad that I don’t have a copy of the original text anymore because it was hilariously bad. You see, Brendan and May had to run away from home (instead of just … journeying like every other trainer?) because they were IN LOVE (after, like, a day and a half at most) but their parents WOULDN’T LET THEM BE TOGETHER. The story featured dazzling moments of creative genius like … Brendan and May “sneaking” into Rustboro at the wee hour of 10 am, whereupon May ran into a lamp post somehow.

Later, Mark and Natalie appear to yell at our poor heroes and then at each other. Lots of yelling. In their first inception, Mark and Nat were basically discount Jesse and James but with less dress-up and queer subtext. Mark had a glorious moment of running while dragging his feet (?). Also, during a double battle against Brendan and May, I forgot about his zubat, so it fainted because “it was tired from flying,” despite having no feet and despite taking zero hits during the fight. Then Mark took shelter from the rain under a tree, where Natalie yelled at him some more and decided for both of them that they had to team up “temporarily” to get the red and blue orbs back from those meddling kids or something. I had grand plans for this whole plot where Natalie would kidnap May to get the orbs, but then May would end up in Magma’s hands (like a human hot potato), and Brendan would have to rescue her??? Something, something, Mark and Natalie see the error of their ways and team up to help Brendan and May … do stuff?

Anyway, I never finished it, and that’s definitely for the best.

I did revisit Mark and Natalie a few years later, though, this time for a story of their own called Out of Hand. I didn’t finish that one either, but I do have the original text this time (plus snarky comments and a “review” from me ten years after the fact). I can’t honestly tell you it was … good. Maybe good-for-a-highschooler. But! When I stumbled upon it again in 2018, there was enough in it that almost worked that I started to think about how I’d handle those themes and characters as an adult.

A lot has changed since then, but that 2010 draft of Out of Hand established some of the skeleton of Continental Divides. For example, that was when Archie became Natalie’s brother to help explain how she got involved in Aqua. I decided to keep that structure because it was a good way to let Natalie start as a neutral party/reader proxy and then quickly become embroiled in the conflict. It was also the first time Mark’s sister appeared, though I don’t think I’d decided what to do with her at the time except to use her as decorations in his angsty dreams, haha. His smoking habit also started in 2010. I, too, thought he’d quit “years ago,” in literal real time. Jokes on me—it turned out to be a useful way to signal the start of him losing control, the negative influence of Cora/Magma in his life, his hypocrisy, and his guilty feelings about things he’s burned. Scarlet appeared for the first time in this draft, too. I think I was equal parts trying to humanize Archie and to write my way through feelings about growing apart from/pining for someone. Her backstory took up a disproportionate number of pages in the old draft, but I liked the idea of keeping her around as a figure who could complicate Natalie’s relationship with Aqua and with Archie. The 2010 has a couple fights between Mark and Natalie that I respect for bringing real danger to the protagonists ... but also can’t help laughing at. They literally fight until they tumble over a waterfall, like a cartoon. Silly as those scenes are, you can also see how they laid a foundation for scenes like the fight in Chapter 9.

CD is basically me responding to Out of Hand with, “I see you and I raise you.”

2010-OSJ had some vague feelings about inequality and environmentalism, but none of it was very well thought-out. She mostly wanted to tell an enemies-to-lovers story, in part because she thought she was living in one IRL. Nowadays, I’ve got a lot of feelings about climate change, political divisions, activism and responsibility, corporations, policing, and whether or not violence is a good answer to certain kinds of questions. Hoenn is a safe space to explore those feelings. (It’s got pokemon, so it’s inherently more fun, right???)

Kyogre and Groudon are such obvious parallels to sea level rise/more intense storms and rising temperatures/wildfires respectively that I couldn’t resist. And in Magma/Aqua I see a lot of parallels to political conflicts happening in the US right now. The far left and the far right don’t share a vision of what a “better world” would look like, but they do share a mutual mistrust of “the swamp” and all the ways the government tag-teams with corporations to dunk on ordinary people. I’d love to believe that someday we could team up across the aisle to fight corruption together. It’s certainly hard to imagine how we could get to a better world with one half of the country pitted against each other … Something has got to give eventually, probably not peacefully.

My versions of Magma and Aqua aren’t exact parallels to the US political left and right—both are pretty left-leaning, for one—but I still find a lot of hope in the idea of two enemies from rival factions learning to (eventually) care for one another and work together towards common goals. At the very least, it’s something I can manifest and control on the page, and that makes me feel better about all the things I can’t control.

Editing and Rewriting

My first attempt at Continental Divides was inarguably an improvement on earlier versions of Mark and Natalie … but it still took quite a bit of rewriting to get to the draft that’s available to read now. The first draft in 2018 opened with what’s now Chapter 3, the protest in Rustboro. I had the right idea with “starting at the beginning,” but starting with an action scene was the wrong move: we didn’t know enough about Natalie to care when she was in trouble or to understand why she was making any of those choices. Moreover, even though the political content is important, this is ultimately still an enemies-to-lovers story: the beginning needed to center Mark and Natalie’s relationship. You know, to establish some interest before it all implodes. The next attempt ran a little long, though, and the current version condenses their initial meeting and Nat’s backstory much better. Maybe the next time I start a new project I’ll have an easier time knowing what makes a good starting point, but this time there was a lot of swinging back and forth to find a balance.

If you’re interested in seeing how my first chapter changed over time, you can see that here.

I’m really happy to have a first chapter I know is a solid representation of the subject matter, tone, and writing level of the later chapters. Getting stuck in an editing loop is a real danger … but if you’re ever going to edit part of your fic, let it be the first chapter. A good first chapter is critical to keeping potential readers onboard. I can tell from feedback that I’ve stuck the landing now.

Hope you enjoyed this not-so-little reflection on the origins of this story!

Some music (Spotify links):

Night of the Long Knives - Everything Everything

MMMMHMMMMM - Four Fists

#continental divides #pokemon fic #pokefic #pokemon fanfic #team magma #team aqua #fanfic #writing about writing

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mirkwoodshewolf · 5 years ago

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You can still be happy; 13th Doctor x child reader

Author’s note

Hey guys I want to present to you all yet another Doctor who request. This time this comes from an anon who requested this a while ago I think around the summer time so to the anon who requested this, thank you for your patience and I hope I ended up delivering to you. Now be warned there is CHARACTER DEATH so this will mostly be ANGST, but there is some fluff within so it’s half and half. But I hope you all enjoy this little fic until the next update :)

Taglist:

@plethora-of-things

@psychosupernatural

@waddles03

@ixchel-9275

@platawnic

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It should never have happened. It shouldn’t have gone down like that, but yet it did. After the attack on the Daleks, the Doctor shut herself out from the team, her fam. She returned them back to their home in 2020 before leaving them behind to travel through the space time continuum.

“Oh (y/n). Why did you do it? There was another way, why did you have to sacrifice yourself like that so recklessly?” she sat down on top of the stairs and pulled out the special photo-locket and unlocked it to reveal the picture that they took together shortly after her regeneration.

It always became a tradition of theirs to keep a picture each time either of them regenerated as sorta keepsake. But now the Doctor would forever be haunted at looking her last ever regeneration, in the body of a 19 year old.

“Why? Why did you have to do that? You insane girl. My insane girl.” She switched on a few gears before allowing the TARDIS to basically fly in auto-pilot mode. The Doctor continued to stare down at the picture heartbroken and filled with regret, when suddenly a jolt of the TARDIS knocked her right off the step. “What in the world?”

She quickly raced over and saw that the TARDIS was starting to spark out.

“Ow! Alright ol girl what was that for?” she said as she tried to take back manual control but the TARDIS was actually refusing to give up auto-control. Smoke and fire began to rise and shoot out till suddenly the TARDIS came to a halt and stopped moving. “Now what?” the TARDIS sparked out twice, “Don’t take that tone with my missy!”

She then walked away from the console towards the doors as she muttered.

“Now just where did you take me?” she opened the doors and she stepped out to see that she was just a few yards away from the backyard of a house. Now it wasn’t a giant palace or a mansion, it was more like a—homey cottage-type like house. Two story brick home with a fairly large patio and a backyard that appeared to be decorated for something.

She could see a young ginger haired woman setting down a cake and a young sandy blonde haired man putting up some decorations around a few trees or around the backyard.

“Decorations all set you two?” a curly haired blonde woman said as she came out with two neatly wrapped gifts.

“Almost done, Rory you got the pinata ready?” the ginger haired woman said in a heavy Scottish accent.

“Yes, but remind me again why we got one again?”

“Because this is her first birthday here on Earth and we should give her an earthly tradition.”

“Plus she’s always wanted to know just why children of your Earth hit a decorative donkey.”

“What are you doing?” she heard a small voice say beside her. The Doctor jumped softly and looked down to see a young girl with short auburn hair and brownish/green eyes. She looked to be about 4-6 years old but her eyes showed much wisdom behind that innocent child face.

“Oh I was just, I mean my—” she hesitated to say the word TARDIS because she didn’t know if this child could handle something like that. “My ride. Sorta broke down on me and I was trying to see if I could find some help.”

“I see. Well if you’d like I can show you to my papa. He’s great at fixing things, fixed one of my toys one time.”

“I’ll bet he is, but I think this might be out of your father’s league.”

“You never know. He’s a really good inventor when he wants to be. One time we got stuck somewhere without our ride and he was able to get it back by using some old oil lamps and a spinning wheel.” The Doctor looked down at the child curiously. Surely she didn’t mean that, I mean sometimes children did tend to exaggerate on certain things so she must’ve meant it to be something different.

She turned back towards the party and touched her locket solemnly and that’s when the child said again.

“You’re sad.”

“Sad?” She looked down at the child again to see her looking up at her with a ‘don’t try to lie to me’ face. The Doctor sighed and said as she gripped her locket. “I suppose I am, yeah.”

“Why are you sad?”

“It’s…..it’s complicated.” There was a brief bit of silence before the little girl spoke up again.

“Papa always said that it’s always best to let our feelings out. That it’s not good to keep things bottled up.” She then sat down by a nearby tree and continued, “Plus you look sad, just like my papa does sometimes. I don’t like it when people are sad. So I always try to make him happy. And I hear that talking can help make people feel happy, right?” The Doctor smiled softly.

“Yeah it does.” She then sat down beside the child and sighed heavily. “Truthfully I—recently I lost someone…..very special to me.”

“I’m sorry. I know exactly how that feels.”

“You do?”

“Yeah. I’ve lost a lot of people. So I know how you’re feeling.”

“Who all have you lost?”

“Some good friends, one of which was my best friend. Called herself Bad Wolf.” For some reason that name was familiar to the Doctor but she couldn’t quite put her finger on where she had heard that name before.

“I’m so sorry.”

“It does hurt, and it truly never goes away. But one piece of advice my papa once gave me is to never dwell on the past. It’ll fester and boil your insides if you cling onto it. You can choose to forget it but it won’t take the pain away. So it’s best to always live the next day to the fullest, cause you can still be happy because a lot of people still love and care about you.” The Doctor then began to see her fam in her head; Graham, Ryan and Yaz. “And I’m sure whomever you lost, they would want you to live on too. Not wallow in self-pity or depression.”

“Has anyone told you that you are incredible wise for such a young child?”

“It’s a gift. At least that’s what auntie River says.”

“River? River? Where have I heard that name?” she muttered.

“She’s the curly blonde woman over there by the cake.” The Doctor turned towards the woman before looking down at the girl and said.

“Who are you?”

“Oi (Y/n)! Where are you love? Your friends have finally arrived!” a male voice cried out.

“That’s my papa. Why don’t you come with me and see him?” at hearing that name, the name of her daughter it suddenly came to her. However she needed to be sure that this was her (y/n) and not just someone who shared her name.

“You go on ahead, I’ll…..I’ll catch up.” Little (y/n) then ran towards the fence and opened the back gate door and rushed over to where her father was. The Doctor stood up but remained hidden and it finally came back to her as soon as she saw just who her father was.

It was her. Well her when he was still a man. The raggedy man with the blue box who always wore a bowtie and thought fezzes were cool. To which she still did. And this wasn’t an ordinary party, this was her daughter’s 5th birthday party.

All over the galaxy the Doctor’s closest allies, and if they had children then they were invited too, had gathered here to the Pond’s residence to celebrate the young Timelord’s 5th birthday. As she stared at her 11th form holding their daughter, spinning her around and kissing the top of her head, she watched as (y/n) looked directly at her.

Her wide smile soon softened and it was like she was looking at her older self, the version of her daughter that she had just recently lost. Tears filled her eyes as she stared at (y/n) with a sad smile before looking downward as a tear fell from her face.

She then took off running back into the direction of where she had left the TARDIS. She opened the doors and slammed them shut to see the center console that was once sparking with fire and smoke had now ‘magically’ disappeared. Like nothing had happened to it.

“I understand now why you brought me here.” She said as she walked towards the console and touched the heart of the TARDIS. “Thank you. For letting me see her one last time.” She then flipped a few switches and soon that famed wheezing sound came on and soon from the outside, the TARDIS slowly began to disappear.

In 2020 at Ryan’s place, him, Graham and Yaz were all gathered around having breakfast together in silence when they heard that familiar wheezing sound that came from only one thing.

They all looked at each other before abandoning their meals and rushing outside to the backyard to see the TARDIS sitting there along with the Doctor standing right beside it. As the three of them walked towards her she said.

“From the moment she was born she—was immediately so precious to me. I knew she was better than just sitting around only to lead a potential chance of becoming one of the high council members of Gallifrey. So when I stole the TARDIS I took her, right when she was in her 8 year old regenerative form. And she’s been with me ever since. Losing her to the Daleks it—it broke me. Felt like I had lost a part of myself with her.”

“It’s okay Doc, we understand. Being a grandad now myself I feel like I would’ve done the same thing had it been Ryan instead of (y/n). Children they—really change your life.” Graham said solemnly.

“She was like a sister to me. But now I have to live with the fact that it was my fault she had to die.” Said Yaz as she looked down.

“It wasn’t your fault Yaz. None of it was. And if (y/n) were here she’d tell you the same thing. My girl’s always been the one to self-sacrifice herself to save the ones she’s loved. She’s already lost so many people in her past, that I forgot that she once lost a dear friend of hers that was like a sister to her.” The Doctor assured her.

“We’ll all miss her. But she’ll always be with us. Like my nan, watching over us.”

“Indeed Ryan. Now, who fancy’s another trip in the box?”

“You’re really gonna let us come back?” asked Ryan.

“Can’t abandon my fam now can I? (Y/n) wouldn’t want me to do that, so what do you all say?” the three humans smiled and agreed as they stepped in the box one by one starting with Ryan, then Graham and then Yaz. As the Doctor watched them get themselves situated inside the TARDIS, she looked up to the sky one last time and whispered, “Thank you (y/n). For everything.” Before stepping inside and the TARDIS doors closed behind her.

Before taking off on yet another grand adventure.

#doctor who #doctor who imagine #doctor who imagines #doctor who fandom #doctor who fanfic #doctor who fanfiction #13th doctor #13th doctor imagine #13th doctor imagines #13th doctor x reader #13th doctor x child reader #Jodie Whittaker #11th doctor #11th doctor x reader #11th doctor x child reader #11th doctor fanfic #Matt Smith

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agentemo · 4 years ago

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petekey. “why we ever” by hayley williams. fuck me up, fam.

not ONLY do i have to write THAT, but you're making me listen to WHY WE EVER. THREE TIMES. IN A ROW???

They see each other less and less these days. They don’t hang in the same circles. They don’t talk much at all. They didn’t have a falling out, not really. They’re just different people now. Mikey learned to accept that as a part of growing up or growing old or whatever.

Pete always believed that there were loves that lasted forever. For some reason, he was always surprised how this one did.

“Remember the tin-can telephone in Tampa?”

The door is barely open when Pete blurts this out, but it isn’t Mikey that answers. Kristin offers a confused smile; shit like this always falls off her shoulder, though the toddler a few feet behind her looks startled.

“Hi, uncle Pete,” Mikey’s daughter says unsurely. He winks at her and makes a face; she smiles.

“I’ll go get ‘im,” Kristin says. While he waits, Pete wonders how much she knows. They’ve never talked about that.

“My wife says you scared the shit out of her,” Mikey says once he gets to the door, smiling easily. It isn’t easy for Pete to smile back but he does. Mikeyway has always smiled easily, but Pete has noticed recently that maybe it wasn’t so easy at all. It was forced by the drugs, or something worse. The smiles reach his eyes more now, eyes that are crinkling with age and fatherhood, eyes that are hetero-chromatic like his wife’s.

His wife. He always said it like that, at least once, when they hung out. Pete hates it; like, he fucking gets it. He doesn’t think about it too long, though, and it’s a quick walk to Pete’s car. Mikey walks differently; they walk further apart than they did that summer. Ever time, it feels like they walk further apart.

“I made a tin-can telephone with my kids and it reminded me-”

“Of the devil’s asshole day in Florida!” Mikey finishes, laughing.

“Yeah!”

Their buses were parked next to each other. No one wanted to leave the safety of air conditioning. It was a really Florida fucking day and Mikey had complained about losing a bet and having to eat two cans of beans. Pete went over to help him eat them, seasoned them for this white motherfucker, and then had a brilliant idea. Warped Tour 2005 had a lot of those for Pete.

“I can’t believe it worked,” Mikey says. His inflections are even different. Is that recent?

“Bob got so pissed you disrupted his nap,” Pete remembers.

“Fuck that guy. Not in the good way.”

“We made a scientific discovery! We had to scream loud enough to awaken racists from naps.”

“It was colossal. He’s ungrateful.”

Mikey’s sense of humor seems to be similar enough, though. When Pete chuckles, Mikey does that thing where just one side of his lips quirk up but he seems so damn proud. It’s easy conversation from then on, mostly of the catching up and reminiscing variety. It’s always easy with Mikey. He always has been.

They park somewhere in Joshua Tree and Pete lights up. It isn’t the first time they’ve hot boxed Pete’s car and it hopefully won’t be the last. They sit in the backseat, moving toward each other like slow magnets, until Pete can smell Mikey. It’s different; less musky, healthier? More...floral? He chuckles and kisses Mikey’s neck, wondering if he tastes different too. Wondering if he feels different.

“We can’t,” Mikey says, making Pete almost fall over as he moves away without warning. The joint does fall, and smoke swirls up from the floor of the car. Who’d been the last one holding it? “We shouldn’t,” Mikey says, looking down, voice even.

“There’s something...here,” Pete says, closing the space between them again. Mikey isn’t up against the window as Pete expected. He’s up against Pete, slow magnet that he is, and Pete’s looking at his neck again. He’s so pale, so scruffy. He’s so different and exactly the same.

“There can’t be,” Mikey says, and he’s tense like the first time they kissed 15 years ago.

Pete whispers, “Why not?” Mikey shoves him away before he could kiss him again.

“I’m fucking married!” he snaps. Mikey’s anger is different, now. More controlled. Sadder. “And I want this one to stick!”

Oh, plenty of conversations about divorce. Maybe that’s when it went wrong? You don’t hear a lot about the trauma of divorce but Pete knew all about it when it happened to his old friend and ex-lover. Mikey’s relationships fell apart all around him. He fell apart all around everyone that stayed, except for Pete. Pete would’ve stayed, but he wasn’t invited to. Mikey went to Jersey and walked in to an intervention. Pete heard about it in a tweet.

How could they talk about something that existed for Mikey, tangibly, only when he was high? This is the single joint Mikey will smoke all year, and he’s sharing it with Pete. All those songs they wrote for each other, all those reasons they couldn’t even hold hands in front of fans... They stopped making sense for Pete a long time ago. Did they stop making sense for Mikey?

With shaking hands, Mikey picks it up the joint and takes a deep inhale. To his credit, he looks at Pete. Eye contact? That’s definitely new.

“I just wanna talk about it,” Pete says. Hopeful. Careful.

Mikey never believed that there were loves that lasted forever. For that reason, he was always surprised how this one did.

#jk ily #lm writes #rpf #asks #anon #ask games with lm #drugs cw #okay maybe? i listened to it way more than 3 times

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movedvalkyriesryde · 5 years ago

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Friend or Foe - Three

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x enhanced!reader

Summary: A dead body comes up on the Avengers radar that threatens to leak some unpleasant moments and people from Bucky’s time as the Winter Soldier to his friends that he thought he’d never face again.

Warning (overall): violence, depression, anxiety, PTSD, mind control, drugs, suicidal thoughts, major angst and this bitch got a death wish

Word Count: 2,147

A/N: Here it is fam, a lot of dialogue but i kind of dig it, little more inner-monologue stuff next time. Lmk what you think and what you think will happen next!

Masterlist

Prologue - One - Two - Three -

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“None of our other victims had defensive wounds?” Sam and Clint stood in the morgue of their third precinct. They stood over the body of a John Doe that had been brought to their attention because he had the same hallucinogenic in his system that they were looking for.

“Yea but this is our guy, he’s in our system look” Clint showed the screen to Sam, it showed a surveillance picture of the victim but little information otherwise, just that he was an associate of Court.

Clint and Sam stood there and listened to the technician explain their findings. They listened to her explain the defensive wounds, the broken syringe glass they’d found in his neck, the blood they’d found on his collar that wasn’t his own. Their eyes widened when the technician explained the possibility that the suspect could have some of the drug in their system. Sam scrambled for his phone and stepped to the side while Clint questioned how sure she was of this possibility.

She said “90%” when Bucky picked up the phone.

“You’re on speaker Sam, we’re coming up to her location now,” Sam bit his lip and shifted in the corner of the morgue.

“Yea he’s here we found him.”

“FUCK” he heard a smack and flinched as he imagined Bucky’s frustration. He’d much rather be with them than here, here Sam felt like he couldn’t do anything for anyone, he felt helpless. Jeffords was already dead.

“She must be going back into hiding,” Steve said. Sam shook his head as if it would clear his thoughts and he watched Clint reading the report the technician had handed over.

“There’s uh, there’s something else,” he rubbed his eyes, why did he always get dragged into this shit, “there’s a high possibility that she has the hallucinogenic in her system right now. She could be delusional and we think she might be injured.”

“Fuck okay thanks mate,” there was a pause until Bucky spoke again, “we found her car, she’s definitely at least injured. Will call you if we find her.” Bucky hung up before Sam could say anything else, before he could offer his assistance to help.

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A blue Toyota starlet was pressed up against a tree with its nose compressed in, airbag deployed and drivers door open wide. There were spots of blood on the airbag and trickling down the seat and onto the ground, it left a trail every few meters deeper into the woods and the two men followed silently. They split apart as they moved through the trees with hand guns at the ready just in case. They were silent as they moved, avoiding every crunchy leaf and stepping carefully over every root.

She was loud in her steps, they were frantic and uncoordinated. She knew she was bleeding, from several places but she didn’t care, it wasn’t important. The only thing on her mind was getting out alive. She couldn’t let them find her, if they found her she failed, if she failed, she was dead. She refused to die at their hands. Every other step she fell, the adrenaline seemed to be the only thing keeping her body moving as she gripped the pistol in her hand.

Bucky moved slowly around the trees, he heard her before he saw her, heard her grunting and moaning as her knee hit the ground and then she stood again. He put the gun back into his holster and stepped around another tree so he stood behind her. Her movements halted immediately when she heard a twig snap. Bucky darted back behind the tree as she spun around, gun held out in front of her.

He took a deep breath before he stepped out in front of her. Her eyes widened when she saw him, he stood in front of her, his hands up in surrender he took a step closer, he could feel the end of the barrel against his chest, the irony not lost on him that he had been here before.

“Soldier?” she choked out adjusting her grip, he brought his hand up, his movements slow as to not scare her, and he held her hands with his right. He rubbed his thumb over the back of her hand and she pressed the gun into his chest slightly.

“Friend or foe?” Bucky licked his lower lip and sucked in a breath as he tried to blink back the water in his eyes. He heard movement in the background, Steve hid among the trees waiting for the right opportunity.

“You’ve never asked me that before,” her voice was just above a whisper and it shook as she spoke. Of course they would send him after her.

“Friend or foe?” he asked again quietly and squeezed her hand.

“I don’t know soldier, I don’t know what I’m doing anymore, I don’t know where to go.” Tears started to fall down her cheeks and she stammered over her words, she couldn’t look at him so her eyes were glued to the gun pressed into the centre of his chest, “I can’t die at their hands. I need to get away.”

“Now you ask me.”

“What?”

“Ask me” Bucky swallowed the lump in his throat, he shifted his weight and she panicked slightly, her grip tightening and her breathing getting heavy.

“Friend or foe?”

“Friend,” carefully Bucky pulled the gun out of her hands with his left and placed it in the back of his jeans, he kept his hand wrapped around hers and held them to his chest.

“We have to go soldier,” she pulled away from him quickly, her head whipping around before she was pulling him deeper into the woods. “We need to get out before they find us!” She kept pulling his hand and he trailed behind her for a couple steps before she lost her footing and fell to the ground with a groan and a thump. She held her head in her hand and tried to stand but a wave of dizziness kept her on the ground. Bucky quickly knelt next to her, he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her slightly into his chest as she continued to groan in pain.

“It’s okay, I got you,” he whispered into her ear as she leaned into his chest mumbling ‘gotta leave’ over and over again. “‘M gonna get you out of here, it’s okay we’ll get to safety,” Bucky pressed his face into her hair and squeezed her lightly, he gulped the sob that threatened to escape him and looked up to Steve walking towards them carefully. Bucky nodded his head at his friend who pulled out a pack from his pocket and injected a needle into the back of her shoulder causing her to fall unconscious into Bucky’s arms.

He took a deep breath and lifted her, they walked back through the woods and into the car. Bucky leaned his head against the back of his chair and squeezed his eyes shut, taking a deep breath before looking out the window as Steve drove them back to the compound, their capture handcuffed in the backseat.

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Sam stepped into the observing room with a tray of food in his hands. Steve stood tall and stoic in front of the glass with a scowl on his face and his arms crossed while Nat leaned against the table and Bucky sat at the back of the room leaning his elbows on his knees.

“How long as she been awake?” he asked handing Steve the tray who walked back out of the room with it.

“Two hours” Nat answered. They fell back into silence as Steve stepped into the room on the other side of the glass and placed the tray next to her on the bed.

“I’m Steve Rogers,” he said pulling the chair out from the desk and sat down. “And you are?”

“Nice to meet you Steve Rogers, I’m uh,” she paused, her eyes moving from the giant mirror to the man sitting before her, “I’m Y/N, Y/N Y/L/N.”

“You don’t seem sure of that.”

“It’s been a while since I’ve given someone my real name,” Y/N looked at the tray of food and then back at Steve and raised her eyebrows.

“It’s yours, you must be hungry,” he leaned back into the chair and crossed his arms while she picked at the sandwich. The three on the other side of the mirror were still silent as they looked on at the interaction.

“Do you know why you’re here?” Steve watched her movements carefully, he watched her place the piece of bread back on the plate and turn back towards him.

“Well I’ve just recently tortured four men, there’s also a large list of other’s lives that I destroyed or killed. I’m guessing this has something to do with that.” Steve sat up straighter, he didn’t think she would bite back so much, or confess so quickly? “Or it could have been the note I left the soldier, did he get my message?” Her voice wasn’t as sharp as she asked about the soldier.

Bucky and Sam looked at each other briefly asking the same question which Natasha answered for them quietly. “The drug often causes short term memory loss, they don’t remember the hallucination most of the time. She has no idea how she got here.”

“He did,” Steve nodded, picking his next words carefully. “That’s how we found you actually.”

“He always finds me,” there was a slight smile on her face as she thought about the times the soldier had always found her. The hotel in France, the cabin in Wales, the cabinet in the lab.

“It’s a shame it put an end to your vigilante activities huh?” Y/N laughed at Steve and shook her head.

“Vigilante? Are you serious? Slightly hypocritical coming from you now isn’t it?” She continued to laugh and look around the room mumbling under her breath, “fucking vigilante.”

“How is it hypocritical? That’s what you were doing, seeking your own justice,” Steve’s voice was sharp, she’d hit a nerve, he wasn’t some wannabe hero he was one of earth’s mightiest heroes.

“I know all about you Captain America,” Y/N sat forward on the bed, “you’ve been a vigilante you’re entire life. Always sticking up for the little guy, fighting the bullies so they got what they deserved and that’s before you even became Captain America. You’re entire Avengers team is filled with vigilantes, Tony Stark, the man who turned his back on those he worked with because he didn’t agree with what they were doing with his company. You even have Spider-Man, he is literally described as the ‘friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man’. And here you are giving me shit for bringing to justice the men that you and your team refused to!” She stood from the bed and pointed her finger accusingly at Steve who remained calm in his seat, his face neutral as she raised her voice at him.

“How do you know that we weren’t in the process of getting them?” Her face was red with anger and she clenched her fists at her sides.

“BECAUSE FOR WHAT THEY DID THEY DESERVED TO BE PUT AWAY A LONG TIME AGO!!”

“THEN WHY KILL THEM?!” Steve jumped from his seat and shot back at her. She took a deep breath and narrowed his eyes at him.

“I didn’t just kill them! I made them live through their worst fucking nightmares, I made them experience EVERY bit of pain that I did! They got what they deserved and you and the rest of your team know that!” Every word cut into Steve like a knife, she was right, they got what they deserved. But they should have gotten it through spending the rest of their life behind bars like every other Hydra agent they found nowadays. “So arrest me, put me on death row for all I care. It’s what I deserve for everything I’ve done, but I do not regret the last four people I killed because they are the reason I did those terrible things. Go ahead Captain, put me on death row.”

Sam and Bucky leaned back in their chairs simultaneously. Bucky rubbed his hands over his face and through his hair while Same breathed out a ‘wow’. Neither could believe what they’d just heard. This girl had a death wish.

“She wanted to get caught,” Natasha said. “She wants to pay for everything she’s done.” She turned and looked at the men behind her, they both nodded slightly, still in shock at the outburst they’d witnessed.

“It’s not my decision what happens to you,” Steve walked around to the door and stood in the open doorway, “that’s up to Fury and he doesn’t often give you the option you want most of the time.”

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Three Dark Christmas’ ~ Day 12

Momma Camille

Day 12 - (Fam) Camille x her kids

Universe: The triplets are raised on the Mainland AU

Setting: Centra, The Mainland

Requested by: Anonymous

Arsinoe sat on Philippe’s shoulders with a glittery gold star held between her chubby six-year-old hands, reaching it towards the top of the tree as her sisters cheered her on from their spots on the carpet of their cottage where they were wrapped in their mother’s arms.

Loud cheers went up from everyone in the room when Arsinoe finally got the ornament on the top of their tree, herself included. She pressed her now glittery hands to her face and sneezed as the glitter tickled her nose. Philippe efficiently swung her off his shoulders to hold her against his hip and his daughter hugged his neck with a giggle. He elegantly and quickly sat on the carpet with his wife, still keeping his middle child secure, but she kept giggling at the quick descent.

Mirabella pulled Arsinoe into Camille’s embrace and she hugged them all tight as the lights brightened their living room.

“Katharine Queen, get your short ass back here, you brat!” 13 year old Arsinoe chased her sister, jumping the last few stairs into the kitchen and catching her sister around the middle, “give it back!” Katharine just laughed and leaped away from her, a suspiciously heart-shaped note between two fingers. Neither noticed their mother watching them with a smile on her face until Camille spoke.

“Arsinoe, watch your language, let your sister go and explain to me why your causing a ruckus so late.”

“Arsinoe got a love letter,” Kat sung, making her sister shove her shoulder, but no body could miss the blush that had turned Arsinoe’s neck red as she rubbed her arm nervously.

Camille held out a hand and Kat greedily passed her the note, fighting back her sisters reaching hand. Camille skimmed the note and folded it back up before turning her eyes to her youngest.

“Katharine, could you give us a minute?” Kat nodded, but regretted her choice in showing Camille the letter when she noticed Arsinoe had gone slightly green and looked like she was going to vomit on the kitchen tiles.

Camille patted the seat next to her and Arsinoe sat down, brushing stray hairs out of the way from where they had fallen out of her braids. Camille took a moment to hold Arsinoe’s shoulder and smile when she asked her question.

“So… who is this Amalie girl?”

When she suggested the girls bring someone along to Christmas dinner, she had not at all expected Kat to bring home a boy called Nicholas Martel. She hated him and she could tell that her husband and other two children shared that sentiment. She hadn’t been surprised when neither of the other two didn’t bring anyone. Arsinoe and her most recent girlfriend had broken up only three weeks prior and Mirabella wasn’t fond of anyone who insisted that they liked her for more than her looks when they hadn’t even met her, and that was most of the people who wrote her love notes. But Martel had been an extremely unpleasant surprise that her 16 year old hadn’t recognised from 30 feet away. How Kat hadn’t noticed the lecherous looks he was throwing at her siblings was a miracle and Camille could tell that if he looked her up and down one more time, Arsinoe was going to break his nose. Philippe looked like he would beat her to it.

Camille just prayed that Kat could realise that he wasn’t worth her time real soon and dump him to the curb if only so her Christmas dinners would be less tense.

This Christmas season, they were celebrating an engagement. A 22 year old Arsinoe sat on their living room couch with the absolutely charming William Chatworth Junior, hugged into his side with his arm over her shoulder as they shared a tea from one of Arsinoe’s oversized teacups. They were a dashing couple who looked more domestic and in love than any couple Camille had ever seen.

Camille liked him. He was a good grounding force for her daughter and they evened each other out fantastically. Even if Camille found his parents very tightly wound. So far, Mrs Chatworth had already made a comment about her daughter’s “unorthodoxy” and William Senior had made it clear that Arsinoe was not the Queen daughter he would have chosen for his son. Both Camille and Philippe ignored them in favour of letting their future son-in-law help them in the kitchen.

Camille couldn’t help but smile brightly at the sight of her husband twirling Mirabella across the dance floor at her university graduation. She had worked harder than anyone Camille had ever met and she had been away from her family for a long time to achieve her goals.

Mirabella looked bright in the lights, laughing as her father spun her too tightly and dipped her quickly. Camille could tell that the men in the room were watching her, trying to gain enough courage to talk to her.

Watching them dance, she almost couldn’t help but take a moment to contemplate how much her daughters had changed her life. To the emotional, tear-filled coming outs to the trashy boys to the weddings, she couldn’t find it in herself to regret her choice to take her daughters from Fennbirn. It was the best thing she had done, or will ever do.

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valkyriesryde · 5 years ago

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Friend or Foe - Three

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x enhanced!reader

Warning (overall): violence, depression, anxiety, PTSD, mind control, drugs, suicidal thoughts, major angst and this bitch got a death wish

Word Count: 2,147

A/N: Here it is fam, a lot of dialogue but i kind of dig it, little more inner-monologue stuff next time. Lmk what you think and what you think will happen next!

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