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[momentofch-aos]

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My apologies this is a day late and I have no idea if it makes sense for this. Just a little Drabble I’ve been thinking about. (“200 words” I said. Yeah right.)

On a rare night off, Daisy was grateful that their apartment building didn’t have many trick or treaters. Not that she hated the kids that lived in their building, in fact there was a little 2-year-old girl who was obsessed with Daniel that she had a particular soft spot for. But they were out of town this week.

The past month has been tiring so when she came home to find Daniel having fallen asleep reading on the couch, it was very easy to shuck off her jacket and boots and curl up next to him.

In typical Sousa fashion, he woke up as she settled besides him, opening the blanket for her to crawl under, his arm wrapping tightly around her waist as she curled into him. He dropped a light kiss to her lips.

“How was your debrief?” He murmured as she rested her head on his shoulder.

“Good. Mack wanted to get home to Faith and Flint. Ended it a little early. Faith is dressing up as Rey from Star Wars.” Daisy replied softly.

“From the sequels right?” Daniel asked rubbing his eyes.

“Yup. I told him I wanted to see photos.” As if on queue Daisy’s phone buzzed from where she dumped it on the coffee table. “I’ll get it in a minute.”

“I ordered dinner. It’ll be at 7. Mexican? You mentioned tacos last night.”

“Hmmmm.” Daisy agreed “Nap first.”

She felt Daniel chuckled underneath her as he pulled her closer. The feel of his sweater under her hand and his slow steady breaths pulled her into an easy sleep.

An hour later, they somewhat startled as the doorbell rang. Daisy had rolled off the sofa, as she was pulled from sleep, Daniel’s hand still gripping hers.

“Must be the food.” Daniel said smiling at his girlfriend who was still trying to work out how she was on the floor.

“Yeah I’m on it.” Half asleep still, she shlepped her way to the front door, looking through the peephole.

On first glance, there was no one there so, Daisy assumed the food had been left on the doormat. But when she opened the door, she caught sight of the tiny human she missed the most.

Alya Fitzsimmons bounced excitedly on the door mat, before flinging herself around Daisy’s legs.

“Auntie Daisy!”

“Alya?” Her sleep fogged brain seems to lift as she squatted to properly hug her tiny niece, swinging her into her arms as she stood up. “What are you doing here?”

From around the corner, Jemma and Fitz appeared and Daisy immediately wrapped her arms around Jemma, Alya squashed between them.

“We thought a visit was in order.” Jemma whispered as she hugged her tight.

“And I thought it would be a nice pick-me-up after your missions and meetings.” Daniel said from behind them, shaking hands with Fitz.

“Uncle Daniel!” Alya practically leapt from Daisy’s arms towards Daniel who scooped her up.

“Hey kiddo.”

“Cannot believe you all kept this from me.” Daisy looked around the group of some of her favourite people. “You too Fitzy.” She hugged him tight before leading them all into the apartment

“We were definitely due a visit. But I don’t think you’ve properly noticed who Alya wanted to dress up as this year. Hey Al, you wanna show Auntie Daisy?” Placed back on the ground, Alya stood proudly in the middle of the kitchen, hands on her hips.

For the first time Daisy and Daniel took into consideration what the young girl was wearing. A tiny Quake suit, complete with purple accents and tiny fabric gauntlets.

“I’m you!” She shouted, holding her hand out and mimicking Daisy.

Daniel was chuckling as Daisy dropped to her knees with her hands over her mouth. Her heart warmed as the smallest Fitzsimmons moved like she was quaking different objects around the room.

“You really are! Look at you. It’s such a good suit.”

“Yup Daddy made it, just like he made yours!” She was bouncing again now between Fitz and Daisy.

“Her daddy has been working on it for weeks. He had to get it just right.” Jemma said, rolling her eyes at her husband.

“Hey it had to be accurate. Otherwise what’s the point?” Fitz smiled down at his daughter. “Oh I picked the food up off the driver by the way” He lifted the paper bag off the top of her suitcase.

“Thanks Fitz, I’ve made up the guest room for you all, if we want to pop your bags in before we eat?” Daniel said, taking the bag Jemma had dragged in off her and leading the way as Fitz followed him.

For the second time, Daisy looked around at her people and wondered just how planned this had been. Grateful that she had people who knew exactly what she needed. Jemma leaned into her shoulder as Alya chatted excitedly about her new suit and how she wore it on the Quinjet.

And when Daisy suggested she pick up her suit from base in the morning so they could take some photos together the following day, the excited energy in the apartment only doubled.

She was still tired, but with every moment in the company of some of her favourite people, Daisy felt like she wouldn’t need to sleep for at least a few more hours.

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Kitten-Tossing: (Teen/959/No Archive Warnings Apply) Guxart discovers a new and efficient method for keeping his rowdy kittens entertained, all while developing their sense of balance and spatial awareness. (On Tumblr)

Waltzing Wolves: (Teen/1,049/No Archive Warnings Apply) Geralt has seen many, many things in his very, very long lifetime. He has never, as his partner Jaskier points out, champagne glass tipped just so, seen Agent Eskel dance a waltz. (On Tumblr)

Copy-Cat: (Mature/2,364/No Archive Warnings Apply) Keira thinks she’s rescuing a half-dead Cat for her boyfriend, only to realize she’s saved the wrong one. Oh well. (On Tumblr)

Grampa’s House: (General Audiences/1,945/No Archive Warnings Apply) Vesemir struggles to figure out what to do while watching his five year-old granddaughter for the weekend because he’s an old-ass man with old-ass man hobbies. Turns out she likes that just fine. (On Tumblr)

Two Cloaks, XXXL: (Explicit/1,376/No Archive Warnings Apply) Erland is determined to win the most difficult battle he's ever faced: getting Arnaghad to wear weather-appropriate clothing. No matter how much the big bastard insists he's fine without it. (On Tumblr)

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With Her Own Two Hands: (Teen/2678/No Archive Warnings Apply) Aiden spends her winter building a safe, warm nest for her baby wolf, and doesn’t regret a single splinter. (On Tumblr)

Flint And Steel: (Teen/2848/No Archive Warnings Apply) Jaskier watches Geralt and Yennefer tear each other apart, and decides that, at the very least, Ciri shouldn’t have to put up with that shit. (On Tumblr)

The Art Of Threats: (Explicit/3433/No Archive Warnings Apply) Ivo hates the sun, and he hates being sweaty, but he hates the thought of a beardless Junod even more. Cue the filth. (On Tumblr) 

Calm Before The Storm- (Explicit/4879/No Archive Warnings Apply) Arnaghad and Erland have a final confrontation before the end, but they both know they’re a tragedy in the making. (On Tumblr)

Half-Drowned Kitten- (Teen/1962/No Archive Warnings Apply) Aiden would have gotten herself killed chasing beautiful sirens, except Lambert is there to save her, and she falls in love. (On Tumblr)

Guxart’s Fables- (Teen/4350/No Archive Warnings Apply) Every night, Guxart reads a fable to a tangled pile of kittens, and on this one, he teaches them a slightly biased version of their history. (On Tumblr)  

Laiden Gets Laid (Again and Again)

Sweeter Than Pride- (Explicit/2524/No Archive Warnings Apply) Aiden is so fucking proud of her baby wolf... and all she wants to do is take her completely apart, as low as it makes her feel sometimes.

Collars Of Many Kinds- (Explicit/1830/No Archive Warnings Apply) Aiden hates Lambert's armor, specifically the ugly, flaking, fucking hideous collar. Her baby wolf deserves better than that, and she's damn well gonna get it.

Curiosity Killed The Cat- (Explicit/5142/No Archive Warnings Apply) Lambert tries to get in some stress relief, and Aiden is very accidentally a peeping tom. It works out for both of them

Digging Graves  —Crawling Out

No Grave- (Mature/2293/No Archive Warnings Apply) Jad Karadin kills Aiden and buries her six feet deep. It’s not gonna be enough to keep her from her from her baby wolf.

As A Shrike- (Explicit/8700/Graphic Descriptions of Violence & Major Character Death) One by one, Lambert hunts down Aiden’s killers, and absolutely nothing and no one can stop her

You’re Good To Me- (Mature/4371/No Archive Warnings Apply); Aiden crawls from her grave and gets help from an unexpected source. Lots of healing and re-learning how to witcher again.  

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His Clothes: (Teen/3,213/No Archive Warnings Apply) A newly-liberated P’li desperately needs something to wear, and Zaheer is more than happy to give her the clothes off his back. Too bad he’s kind of into it. (On Tumblr)

All Things End: (Teen/1,623/No Archive Warnings Apply) A re-write of Ghazan’s escape scene where he realizes his tattoos have faded along with his hope, just before Zaheer arrives and he kisses him on the mouth. (On Tumblr)

[mxrcusflint]

you know what quote kills me?

“what if i’ve gone bad?”

harry potter, who was left for years to deal with abuse and neglect, who’s constantly questioning how he’s supposed to feel, how he’s supposed to react to these insanely horrible situations, who has the capability to not let his hand fell the man who sold out his parents

who has had to watch friends and guardians and loved ones die for a cause he never asked to be in 

“what if i’ve gone bad?”

there’s too much fear and worry in that question. and that after so much resilience and strength, harry questions this about himself - it goes to show how little support for mental health and trauma there is in the wizarding world, of how large an oversight it was for the adults to have left him to deal with the aftermath of all this by himself. at the very core he’s still a kid. capable, yes, extremely so. but emotionally taken care of?

he’s just a kid. just harry. 

[crystalelemental]

I didn't feel like doing off-type or F2P.  I just couldn't work up the desire.

I tried, though.  I tried to make Kris work against Flint, but unfortunately without the EX, she's just not taking care of the sides fast enough.  Which is a shame.  I feel like she could've done it with the EX.  But in absence of that, here's Princess Hilda to bring the smackdown.  Winona is here to change his weather on him.

Aaron was a bit rough, but only because sleep sucks.  In CS, they just pivot to X items, and wake up at irregular times, and then you die anyway.  It sucks.  But it does stall out enough that we get two syncs in, so Jasmine gets double buffs, then Serena blasts through Endure at 48k damage.

...yeah okay, listen.  This team is slow as dirt, I don't consider it all that great.  But.  Offensive Jasmine.  I had to.  And this was ultimately her win.  Sure, Marnie exploded one of the sides for 84k on sync, but Jasmine was dishing out 13k per Iron Tail, so like...I'm satisfied with that.

Lucian was weak to Ghost.  How unfortunate.

Then, Cynthia.  I had to bring Cyrus.  I had to do it.  But instead of bringing Dialga, which probably would've been smart, I brought Lisia.   Because apparently, Cynthia's stage has permanent Sandstorm.  And I forgot that Defog works against Terrain and Zone, but not weather.  So I went in super sure Lisia was an answer...and she wasn't.  So that's on me.  But!  While Cyrus dropped to Cynthia's sync, he did take out the sides.  And Lisia can buff her physical defense reliably, so she took the sync just fine.  And then her own sync, while weakened because of weather, got her to Dragon Pulse, which did great damage, and finished the job just fine.  So this is a Lisia win.  Good job, girl.

On the whole, not too bad?  At least, not this run.  But I did do an F2P run, and while it’s likely possible to win?  I’m not putting in that much time.  I am not doing that.  These F2P runs in Sinnoh take for goddamned ever, and I’m done.  But I will give impressions of each as we go.

Aaron went first.  I wanted to see how Silver would do.  And the answer was pretty okay.  I won’t say it was anything too nuts, but he did a reasonably good job, just took some adjustments to get it to work.  Pretty reasonable.  I’d try Blue and Arcanine, but no special attack and crit buffers so I’m really hesitant.

Flint wasn’t too hard to stall out, which is good because Grant 100% could not handle him on an F2P budget.  I tried with Acerola and Hop, but it turns out Hop is weak to Fire, and no one else could get Grant to max power because no Maylene grid.  So that’s just great.  Without sun, he doesn’t hit too hard, and the rampant debuffs from Venom Drench are nice.  Unfortunately, this means I used Janine, Skyla, and BP Erika, far too over-confident on what was to follow.

Lucian was actually really easy too, thanks to Giovanni.  I expected a bit more resistance, truth be told, but I think we got it like second attempt?  Maybe third.  The only surprise was Earthquake following sync, which, once revealed, meant Roxanne could block it with Wide Guard, and Giovanni could finish the job.

Then, the fail state.  Bertha is insanely bulky, spams Earthquake, Tyranitar has Crunch to just immediately devastate BP Morty on stall, and most devastating of all, has Head Start, by far the single nastiest thing I’ve seen a CS stage pull.  Most stages, in a pinch, are able to be worked around by taking out the left side with sync, flinching, or getting a lucky fast queue of your action after sync, to get two syncs before the foe’s first.  Bertha cannot be bamboozled in this way, and it poses a ton of problems.  That in tandem with her fantastic bulk, and really threatening offensive potential with Earthquake, makes her a nightmare that F2P couldn’t win.  If I had tried to stall her out with the Skyla team, we may have pulled it off.  I won’t say it’s impossible.  But then we’d need a solution to Flint, and we really did not have one.  It’s bad no matter which way you look at it.  Bertha was the end of this run, and so she receives the Big Dick Champion Award for the week, because hot damn is this some nonsense.

I did eventually just blast her with SS Giovanni.  Got to take him for a spin.  That was fun.  But then it’s on to Cynthia.

Who...man.  I was so hopeful.  So convinced.  That Clair would do it.  This was her moment.  But no.  Earthquake spam is real, and it will kill you.  All her moves seem to have AoE!  Sure, Rock Tomb is the exception, for all twice I ever saw her use that over Brutal Swing or Earthquake.  Even turning the weather on her didn’t have as much effect as I thought.  While I’m legitimately overjoyed that this is a direct fight where Cynthia’s strategy is devastating and not relying on evasion to cheat, the tradeoff is that this feels decisively impossible on F2P.  Stall gets really heavily worn down by permanent Sandstorm and all the buffs she receives, while offensively, the Earthquake spam wears down the sides far too quickly.  It’s actually really hard to manage this one.

So yeah, Sinnoh’s still ridiculous, and kind of a pain in my ass.  I’m giving up on the F2P clear.  We have Gauntlet tomorrow, and that takes priority.

[johannstutt413]

How’s the queue lookin, boss?

1. (requested by mathmaticalknight) Blemishine/Nian (working on this one now)

2. (requested by mathmaticalknight) Tails Club II: Fluffier than Ever

3. (requested by calligomiles) Gavial/Zima II, Tomimi’s Reaction

4. (requested by calligomiles) ShiraYuki/Scavenger II, The Date

5. (requested by anonymous) Doc/Whislash

6. (requested by mathmaticalknight) Blemishine x Eunectes

7. (requested by mathmaticalknight) Blemishine x Chiave, Blemishine calls Whislash auntie one time too many

8. (requested by mathmaticalknight) Shining andor Nightingale doting on Blemishine

9. (requested by mathmaticalknight) The Doctor talks to Blemishine about the fact she is the only person at Rhodes Island willing to attack sleeping enemies, and that she considers it mercy.

10. (requested by calligomiles) Platinum/Nearl/Gravel

11. (requested by anonymous) Just after Maria Nearl, the Kazimierz Media’s hatchet job...and a little more besides

12. (requested by mathmaticalknight) Aosta/Bibeak

13. (requested by greenone170b7) Shining and Liz cheer on their wife while she kicks ass to save her sister

14. (requested by greenone170b7) Maria and Platinum start dating (and Margaret is suffering because of it)

15. (requested by greenone170b7) Zofia is lamenting her single status in the bar when she gets swept off her feet by a gorgeous fem!Doc

16. (requested by mathmaticalknight) Broca/Click

17. (requested by anonymous) Ifrit joins Reunion...and Saria and Silence have to stop her [GODDAMNIT SADFIC ANON]

18. (requested by mathmaticalknight) Blaze x Saria

19. (requested by mathmaticalknight) Surtr and her talking sword

20. (requested by anonymous) Mudrock/Fem!Doc

21. (requested by anonymous) Hung is a dudebrochadmyguy

22. (requested by calligomiles) Zima/Leto in this timeline

23. (requested by calligomiles) Rosa/Istina in this timeline

24. (requested by calligomiles) Jackie/Grani/Absinthe Poly-cop-ule

25. (requested by anonymous) Doctor/Gavial during Great Chief, Tomimi no likey

26. (requested by calligomiles) Jackie/Swire (OkaKoro!)

27. (requested by calligomiles) Mudrock/FrostNova

28. (requested by calligomiles; continuing from this) Mudrock/Gummy/BP

29. (requested by calligomiles) Mudrock/Rosa

30. (requested by mathmaticalknight) Nian/Whisperain [I see what you’re doing here]

31. (requested by calligomiles) Zima/Glaucus

32. (requested by calligomiles) Istina/Deepcolor

33. (requested by calligomiles) Rosa/BP

34. (requested by calligomiles) Leto/Specter

35. (requested by calligomiles) Gummy/Skadi...V? Likely with all of these Abyss/USGG couples coming together at a meeting or some’n

36. (requested by mathmaticalknight) Warfarin, Pramanix, Conviction, and Ansel learn to helidrop

37. (requested by anonymous) Specter/Doc

38. (requested by calligomiles) Rosa/Gavial 2

39. (requested by mathmaticalknight) ChenPipe 5ish (Ch’en working Command Center accidentally brings Bagpipe and Reed into contact)

40. (requested by anonymous) Jaye/Utage, Resting Terror Faces come together

41. (requested by calligomiles) Utage/Zima

42. (requested by calligomiles) Utage/Gummy II

43. (requested by calligomiles) Flint/Zima

44. (requested by calligomiles) Flint/Leto

45. (requested by emburbaguette) Doctor/Rangers

46. (requested by mathmaticalknight) Angelina/Utage II

47. (requested by calligomiles) Absinthe/Zima

48. (requested by mathmaticalknight) Doctor gets TP’d to G&K

49. (requested by calligomiles) Rosa and Talulah, bonding over shared rejection of nobility

50. (requested by mathmaticalknight) Saria/Nian 5, meet the family (Dusk)

51. (requested by calligomiles) Swire/Rosa III

52. (requested by calligomiles) BP/Andreana

53. (requested by anonymous) Blue Poison/Astesia

54. (requested by calligomiles) Saga/Archetto

55. (requested by calligomiles) Saga/Absinthe

56. (requested by calligomiles) Dusk/Deepcolor (“I’m not worried about collateral damage”)

57. (requested by calligomiles) Ifrit/Rosmontis/Eyjafjalla

58. (requested by mathmaticalknight) Ceobe walks Dusk’s paintings freely

59. (requested by calligomiles) Skadi/Gummy 6: Someone’s Gonna Die From Sugar Overload

60. (requested by mathmaticalknight) Dusk burns Nian’s movie collection, Shaw is the most upset

61. (requested by mathmaticalknight; continuing from this) Archetto joins the group

62. (requested by mathmaticalknight) Franka gets Liskarm to help with her biggest prank ever

63. (requested by calligomiles; continuing from this) Rhine Labs Sandwich

64. (requested by calligomiles; prequel to this) Mayer and Magallan’s Meeting

65. (requested by lonewanderer2033) Operation: Nine-Tailed Frog [Suzuran gets Blue Poison an outfit similar to hers]

66. (requested by mathmaticalknight) “Hey Dusk…Why don’t you fight like you did during your event?”

67. (requested by calligomiles) Rosa/Nearl III

68. (requested by calligomiles) Beeswax/Mint

69. (requested by mathmaticalknight) One of the gang [from Dusk’s event] learns Dusk has the worst physical results of any non-robot Operator

70. (requested by anonymous) Surtr vs Platinum – Who Wins the Doctor’s Heart?

71. (requested by anonymous) Ch’en/Doc post Chap. 8

72. (requested by calligomiles) Horsebucket II: It’s All Coming Together

73. (requested by anonymous) Skadi/Suzuran/(maybe Specter too)

74. (requested by wealmostaneckbeard) Tachanka becomes the USSGG’s surrogate dad

75. (requested by mathmaticalknight) Utage becomes the Great Chief

76. (requested by calligomiles) Swire/Rosa IV: Sweet as Honey

77. (requested by calligomiles) Swire/Talulah (in a world where Koschei doesn’t exist that fucking prick)

78. (requested by anonymous) Blue Poison and/or Platinum in the Arknights equivalent of this scene [Mr. Incredible’s part at least…anon feel free to clarify, it’s been a while since I’ve seen this movie]

79. (requested by mathmaticalknight) Someone starts worshipping Dusk or Nian (…probably the Doctor honestly)

80. (requested by calligomiles) FrostNova/Alina/Talulah, in an idyllic setting (similar world setup as Talulah/Swire imo)

81. (requested by mathmaticalknight) Ceobe and Saga, maybe a couple, maybe just being hungry doggos together, we’ll figure it out when we get there

82. (requested by mathmaticalknight) Iris returns something to Whisperain from before her last reset

83. (requested by mathmaticalknight) Dusk/Whisperain

84. (requested by mathmaticalknight) What If…Nian made Chen’s sword?

Yes that is 80+ fics deep. No that is not intimidating. *shivering*

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My Top Posts in 2021

#5

no i have not murdered @cockslut-padalecki and i dont regret it 😈 

8 notes • Posted 2021-10-29 10:15:34 GMT

#4

I am doing a positivity check on @gotnofucks because I feel we have not talked in ages and o miss them....

8 notes • Posted 2021-08-29 18:09:21 GMT

#3

Alpha!Thorin would make you ride his thigh, or his bulge, if you were being bratty. Make sure you know he's hard, he could knot you right then, but won't because you haven't earned it.

Just saying...

because I can do this to sloth after whoring after him for ages...

warnings: thigh riding, knotting, Alpha!thorin will update with more later 

Thorin was sitting on his throne as the soft padding of female feet against the cold floor. A distinct smirk on his face as he watched her come up. Her lips pouted as she sat on his throne, distinctly straddling him, his stature proud as she just came up to his height when sat on the dwarven throne. His mouth close to your ear as he murmured into it. “Hows my little omega?” Her hair was tied into a low bun, showing the large mark that was made by him as his hand snaked up her neck. His lips going just below his mark as he nibbled at her. “Good alpha.” his beard making her want to scratch as she wriggled as he nibbled below her mark again. His tone rough and hoarse as he watched his little one sit on his thigh. “Now why are you here unless your going to be a little brat and not please your alpha.”

Her tone was light and soft as she giggled his voice almost to calm as she was sitting, her cunt bare under her plain coloured respectable long sleeved dress. “But what if it was all for the attention alpha you have been gone so long today your little one was starting to get bored?” his tone gruff as he looked his blue eyes over your body before speaking again. “Then come on little one just show your alpha how much you want his knot, in your tight little cunt.”

13 notes • Posted 2021-02-01 19:23:23 GMT

#2

Cowboy Casanova

Summary : When arizona catches the eye of quentin blake's notorious right hand man, and she flees she does not know that the same right hand man was going to use what ever he wanted to get her.

Pairing : Burke x ofc (Arizona)

Warnings: implied smut, breeding kink, forced marriage, knife play, dark, Language, violence, 18+

A/N : ok this was a one shot ended up being a parter but hey new year first post to Tumblr.  possibly not everyones up of tea as a story but I really enjoyed writing it so there. also possible spelling mistakes this is unbetad. 

word count: 4236

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The sound of more breaking glass was the first thing that set Arizona on edge. That a bunch of outlaws were running around town was never a good thing. That she was one of the few girls working on the bar tonight was also unnerving her. Height was never at Arizona’s advantage, coming up to an average female height being 5"3'. The bustling crowds in full swing as she tried to barge through the crowds to get to the bar. Her dress tatty as she had it dragged on the floor. The smell of whiskey was very familiar as Arizona heard the smash of glass. Her body soon stood up as she stormed out into the bustling bodies. Her eyes soon lit up at the familiar sight of Quentin Turnbull’s right-hand man. His eyebrow quirked up as he saw her coming through the crowds.

Arizona looked on the scene, her boots mud covered, that's what you get when you're working as a barmaid instead of a prostitute. Her deep red dress old and well-worn, her corset pushing her breasts up as her tone annoyed as she spoke. “Burke, I thought you were moving off from here?” her eyes rolled as she kept her eyes stared at him. His coat hung up on the hooks with his bowler hat. His distinctive Irish accent was audible as he retorted back to her. “Is that right, Missy? Don't you think you're getting into someone else's business.” Arizona soon crossed her arms over her breasts. Her attitude was unfriendly as she stood up to the same man who was definitely dangerous. But she was going to stand up to him. “Yes, but you're in a saloon you're not supposed to be in, are you Mr. Burke?” That was when she heard a scoff coming from his mouth before he stood up. His height towering over hers as she soon saw him turn on his heel, grabbing his coat and bowler hat. Not before whispering as he passed Arizona. “You might have won today Missy, but you wait until I Can get my hands on your body properly, eh.” His grin unsettled her as he finished speaking. But not before tipping his bowler hat up at her before going into the night.

Arizona shook her head before slamming the door of the saloon shut. Her hand reached for the shotgun as she fired it up to the ceiling. “Anyone else wanting to cause a fight tonight, or wants a drink at all the bar is closing in ten minutes.” the customers soon scattered as she started serving up the whiskey for patrons who wanted it. Her corset got uncomfortable as she kept trying to raise it up against her breasts. Unknown on what is happening for the night ahead of her as she finishes up the last errands of her night. Most of the patrons leaving drunk, or at least not sober. Her hand went to the broom as she grabbed it to sweep the floor.  The broken glass of bottles and other items that could injure others. The sound of boots on the front porch decking. Arizona shouted out to the night before she turned her back to the flooring. “Saloons closed for the night, sorry boys!”

There was soon a soft “tsk tsk” that Arizona could hear as she put the broom away. That was before she heard the cock of a gun behind her. Her body whirled around as she stared down at the barrel of a gun. The man behind it was Burke, his black tattoos even more menacing than normal as he cocked his eyebrow up at her. “See Missy, I said we would meet again, didn't I?” his bowler hat still on as he cocked her wicked grin. His eyes watching her as she whistled a slight tone of a song. Arizona gave a small smile before she ducked under Burke's shotgun. “And why are you back here Burke, isn’t your leader looking for you right now?” his dark brown striped waistcoat had a tear in it. The next thing Arizona saw was Burke's hunting knife out of his knife sheath. The silver blade sharp as it held to her jugular, “not back chatting now are we Missy?” His grin was disturbing as he placed the knife down against her corset. Heavy breathing could be heard as Burke looked her up and down. His head shaking as he reached for her dark brown locks, his fingers running through them. He whispered into her ear. “Now you never told me your name did you Missy, unless you want to be dubbed Missy. When I take you back to Quentin, sure he would enjoy you?” Arizona gulped as she felt Burke's knife reach under her breast, quickly making work of the fabric above them. Burke's blue eyes watched her in every moment as he bites down on her earlobe. “See Missy, you're going to get 3 seconds to give me your name before I blow your brains out.” Arizona let out a slight whimper. Burke pressed the gun barrel to her head, his voice calm as he started on the countdown, “3….” she soon blurted it out, “Arizona…. My name is Arizona you can stop calling me Missy now ok Mr.Burke.” His grin came back as he put his finger up under her chin, before brushing his finger over her lips. “Maybe I will keep you for myself, Arizona.” Her body released a shiver down her spin as she looked at his black tattoos.

“What are we going to do with you, Arizona? You are not married, definitely not received a child, and you're waiting to get hitched. Perhaps wanting to be taken interest in by a rich trader.” Arizona sobbed as he reached behind her body. The leather strings of her corset loosening as Burke devilishly grinned at Arizona's look. Her hair covering most of her back as his knife scraped at the red fabric on her breasts. His hand holding her lower stomach as he whispers in her ear. “you would make an amazing mother, you know that Arizona?” His comment confused her as he kept hold of her flat stomach, his knife back in the sheath as he carried on looking at her. “darling you need to marry a husband, one who can keep you safe in all stages of your life.”

With this Arizona soon ran. She was confused about her body being affected by his touch and voice. Unknown to what he was meaning, nothing can be good when a dangerous criminal. Is interested in you, let alone one of Quentin turnbulls. she had to leave the town in the morning, it would be safer for everyone who once knew her. Especially now that she had Burke interested in her now. The fabric that was cut dangled down as she ran from the saloon. If Burke had any ideas where she was heading, she was screwed. But she did not think that he would follow her as she ran into the dark night. Her chest was heaving at the time she reached her safe house. Her dresses and other clothes crammed into a bag. The only clothing that was left out was a very masculine outfit, her way out to be slipping into the night.

The last thing that Arizona saw as she stole someone else's horse before kicking the horse on as she galloped out of the small town. Her small pistol attached to her hip as she made sure to be gone from the town by morning. Her hat just about calming her hair as she left a dust trail behind her. She would head north, if anything told her to be careful going up north with a horse. Would have been safer than going down south. Her clothing was the heaviest bit of her packing, as she kept the small pouch of coins in her bag. in case of any proper difficulty. The horse was holding steady as she dismounted her steed. Letting the horse grab a drink as she sat down on the sandy soil by the river. Her boots left on as she moved her hat to shade her eyes from the sun. The bliss of being outside as she looked at the tree that sat shading her. The sound of a train very close as she remounted her horse carrying on with reaching the nearest town. Arizona might have been close to if at all close to civilisation.

Arizona squeezed the horse on as she watched an immense bunch of cowboys following a train. The tracks had someone on as Arizona kept her head low. The person on the train tracks looked familiar.  She tried to avoid the large herd of horses and cowboys coming out for her. If Burke caught her going tail between her legs back, she could not let him win at all, even if he followed her. She would be well ahead of him by the time she had gone over the mountains. The afternoon sun was high in the sky by the time that Arizona got into the higher peaks of the mountains. The rivers and lakes have sparse rarity. Arizona kept her eye half behind her to make sure nobody had followed her.

By the time dusk had fallen, Arizona was coming down from the mountain peaks. Her body cold as she saw what looked like the remains of a campfire as her body stayed on edge. The sound of shots alerted her that someone was there. Her body slipped back into the shadows as she stayed behind some bushes. The similar Irish accent came as she felt a knife at her neck. “Give it up you're caught, either we can settle this business now or the noose can come?” The tip of the knife poking into her chest, leaving a slight nick in her pale skin. Arizona soon stood up, her body in full view for burke as he kept a devilish grin on her as he spoke again. “Gotcha missy, this time I Can keep a hold on you.” The holler from another voice over the other side of the bushes. Burke placed a bit of fabric and his knife between her lips. “Burke are you there?” Burke stood up as he walked out from the other side of the bushes. His eyes set on the shadow of Arizona as she tucked behind the bushes. Her body cold as she tried to avoid having more confrontation from burke. Moving herself against the cold mountainous terrain. What made her stop was the tall shadow behind her, another man from the looks of it. The last thing she felt before a rifle butt knocked her out from behind her.

Dazed by her surroundings, Arizona woke as she surveyed the surrounding room. Her hands wriggled as she realized that rope bound them around her wrists. That she had something holding her legs in position as well, most likely also by rope. The heavy sigh from her mouth almost prompted someone inside. Burke soon opened the door, his grin more demonequse than normal as Arizona spat at his feet. “You little son of a bitch, you have taken my livelihood away. That you found me is easy enough, but tying me up be serious you can’t even get that damn grin off your face.” At this Burke burst out laughing. His grin reaching up to his eyes as he was very amused by Arizona. “Missy you're  in the situation that I could make you a damn whore at this rate you're going.” Arizona gasped before retorting a reply to him. “You would never Burke at this rate you're going to keep me for yourself. You said it yourself after all.” Burke soon smirked at this comment from Arizona. “I will still, depends on if you're going to be a good whore.”

Arizona was uncomfortable as the slight stench of whiskey came from his breath. His blue eyes watched her, amused from the reaction that she was having next to him. The room was old, the smell of musty damp wooden planks was one she was familiar to her. The smell of recently fired shotgun cartridges. Arizona was cold, her skin paler than it is, and her lips tinged with blue from her outfit. Her body shivered as she looked up at Burke's face. “Can I get a change of clothes at least burke?” He looked at her with one eyebrow quirked up as he chuckled again. His hand reached for his knife as he looked at her again before speaking. “I don’t trust that you're not going to run away again, whore, you know what that means?” Arizona shook her head again trying to deflect his question. “No, burke, why would you think that?” His reply was short and sharp, very blunt and to the point. “Cause that’s what you did the last time, and we found Yeh, didn’t we, you filthy whore.” with this burke flicked his knife out and faced Arizona. “I know your not stupid now give it up, what do you think we are going to do with you?” his face in a grin as he looked at her, his knife thrown up in the air as he caught it with the handle again.

The palpable tension in the room was noticeable as there was a knock to the door before a voice spoke out. “Burke are you done in their we have to get a fucking move on soon.” Unknown to the man's voice behind the door. Burke stormed over to it and opened his shotgun at the door. The last thing that Arizona saw is the loud sound of a shot, right through the other outlaws’ head. Burke's face turned back to her as she looked at the blood spattered face of burke. His bowler hat still in perfect place as Arizona screamed. “You killed someone innocent!” With this he turned the barrel of a shotgun to her. “Now missy, if we are going to come with us, you're going to need to be quiet about that ok, whore? Don’t mention anything about it, otherwise you know what you will be doing for the rest of your life.” With this, the ropes to Arizona’s chair were cut. Not before burke saw Arizona soon nod her head as she did not retort her mouth back to him. “Good girl, now come on we have some business to do.” Arizona muttered to herself. “What business can be more important than being a demon.” her face was completely straight. She had thought that she had got away with it, but she soon walked into Burke's back. His body taught as he turned around to her, the knife pointing to under her chin as his eyes watched her. “Take it back, whore?” The sound through gritted teeth through his lips as he stared at her before reaching for her arms.

Arizona gulped as she was hauled over to the wooden shack wall. Her back thudded very against the wood. nails poking into her back from the old shack as she felt the large blade nick her cheek. The sharp scratch was a mark on her skin now, but the blood was welling up from the slight cut he gave her. “Now whore you're going to behave, aren’t you?” her body wiggled as he wedged her into the walls more, his tone menacing as he looked straight down at her.

Her cheeks were flushed at this stage, not only was she trying for her freedom. She was also very aware of the tense atmosphere that was around her currently. Another voice soon came through as Burke looked almost a talk and you're dead glare at Arizona. He turned to the door before opening the door again. “Mr. Burke, there is this strange suitcase, sitting outside with ladies’ clothes in. Do we have a visitor or something going to happen?” Burke answered, “yes and if you don’t want your head blown off, get out now.” The man soon went scurrying as Burke turned his head to Arizona again. “So missy, any suggestions or ideas what I am going to do with you?”

Arizona whimpered as Burke snaked closer to her, his body covering hers. His lips ghosting over her lips as he kissed her, his eyes watching her as he muttered into her lips. “Your mine, Arizona. You might not know it yet but you're going to marry me as I watch you raising our children? You understand that missy.” Arizona soon spat at him. Her eyes hurt as she retorted a reply to him. “Never, burke, I will never be your wife.” She lifted her hand as her hand striked his face. Her body soon turned as she ran to the nearest open window, the tiny crack of the window enough. To fit her slender body shimmy through her hand was grabbed. Her head flicked back to the window to show Burke glaring at her. His smile turned into a tortuous grin as she stared at his tattooed arm. “You leave now, missy I will hunt you down. I Am going to have fun with our little game. Now either you can leave and we will find you or you can come back in and be a good missy and not make a fool of yourself?” Her first thought was that of running away and joining up with no one taking the traders route into town. Arizona had a niggling thought in her mind that if she ran. There was also a high likelihood of Burke catching her again. Another voice brought her out of her thought process as she tugged her hand away from his, only to get another hand put over her mouth. Her body wiggled and struggled as she tried to get out of the unknown person. Who grabbed her, but not before she heard the distinct Irish accent of him. “Bring her in we have an occasion to get ready for.” Arizona kept squirming as she manhandled into a room. Burke sat by the fireplace, his face illuminated by the firelight. “See I will always get you? Won't I missy?”

Arizona gave a blank stare to burke. Before she heard a softer voice, one that was more feminine. Rather than masculine like the surrounding group. “Can I help at all, burke?” Arizona could not turn her head to face the female voice. Burke stood up from his chair as he turned to the small window. His voice let out a chuckle as he turned back to the unknown female voice. “yes, you can help Hattie, but I won’t be leaving the room and I wouldn't want you injured by a firecracker.” burke's eyes scrutinised Arizona as she rolled hers at his comment before retorting her own reply. “You know burke if you weren't holding me against my hostage. Where a proper gentleman is about this marriage. There is a possibility of marrying you without it being forced?” At this remark, burke chuckled before speaking again. “But Arizona, my little missy you would have never said yes.”

Arizona kept her arms crossed, the other female whispered something into burke’s ear as he said back to her. “If she runs don’t be afraid to call me.” His crystal blue eyes set onto Arizona's eyes, not before he said to her. “Now go along darling you have a wedding to get ready for.” Hattie looked at Arizona before letting out a sigh of relief. “I don't know what you have done to ruin his normally perverse mood.” Arizona looked at the blonde haired female whose name she had picked up as hattie. “So you must be married or one of the outlaws mistresses?” A light laugh came out of hatties mouth as she replied back. “Yes i am married to one of the outlaws, you might know him seeing as he was manhandling you earlier.” Arizona looked wistfully before looking back at hattie. “Do you have any strong drink around hattie?” Hattie giggled before opening a bottle of bourbon. Pouring the small amount of amber liquid into a small glass tumbler. “Yes here drink up before burke finds you drunk before his wedding to you.” Arizona smiled at the blonde haired girl as she sipped at the drink. Not before asking a poignant question to her. “Children ? you don’t look much older than me?” Hattie nodded, her eyes crinkled before speaking again. “I was only 20 when I married my outlaw husband of nearly 6 years now. The fact that he currently has a mistress leaving his wife at home wanting revenge while she nurses his only child.” Arizona sat next to her quietly sympathising. The other woman before getting up and tossing her a small knife. “The only thing that burke has not found is the item on myself yet hattie take it and use it for yourself.” Hattie chuckled before tucking the small knife into her cleavage. “Thanks Arizona, let's get you ready now.”

Hattie slowly made Arizona slip into the checkered blue dress. The blue was not her colour but she could not fight Hattie on changing the dress. It was one that Burke had picked out for them to be able to get married without her looking like it was forced. To the parson or person marrying them. Arizona was soon taken out of her daydream when the tattooed man stormed through the door. His hand snaking around Arizona's waist as he looked at her with a smug grin. “Darling , come meet Quentin.” Burky lowered himself to her ear. “you fuck it up, your going to risk a lot more than your cunt tonight whore.''  Burke stood up again but not before making sure his hand wrapped tight around her waist. With this he led her outside as Arizona noticed a man who she had not seen before at least around the bunch of outlaws. Burke soon coughed as the man turned around his eyebrow quirked as he boomed to the group around him. “Burke you scoundrel who's the new lady.” Burke grinned his tattoos moving as he faced arizona. “Quentin, this is my new wife arizona.” Arizona smiled as she shook the renowned outlaw leader's hand. “Burke married never thought there would be a day for my right hand man to be married.” Arizona looked out at the landscape, her eyes captured by a dark silhouette as Burke whispered in her ear. “Darling stop gazing out into the open world.” Arizona soon looked at him before making her way over to the recent discovery. Her throat seized up as Burke grabbed her body. “No you don’t darling go inside and wait for me there.” Arizona soon gave her graces as she walked back up to the fireplace. unknown to her that burke kept his eye on her while she closed the door to his room.

Her first place to go was the window as she sat down watching the crowd of outlaws that were outside. Burke’s bowler hat was noticeable as she saw his hat moving throughout the crowds. His body stopping on the occasion as he stayed to chat to other outlaws. The sky was a pretty clear blue as Arizona stared out into the open sky, the vultures circling around in the sky. Her head turned around her as she sighed yet again for the current day.

That was until she heard the door close again. Her hand was soon grabbed as she felt the rough hand of him. Her head soon flipped towards the blue eyes in front of her. His hat tipped over as he looked at Arizona, his voice threatening as he asked her a question. “You ruined that chance Arizona, now I will take what's mine.” His blue eyes watched her before he tilted her chin up as he lowered himself to her lower neck. His teeth grazed her neck as he spoke up. “Who’s mine, arizona?” a quiet murmur from her back as he kissed up her neck. “I am yours burke.” Her voice slightly breathless as she was undone by him. Their room is the bare minimum but enough for the moment.  Burke reached for his knife. He reached for the fabric underneath her breast as he pierced his knife into it. the sound of tearing fabric audible as he looked into her eyes. “All mine.” the last thing he murmured before claiming arizona's lips with his own. Intimately kissing her as he lost the bowler hat, cornering Arizona up against a wall. His eyebrow quirked as he spoke again, Arizona's cheeks flushed as she chewed at her bottom lip. “My darling we have to leave tonight, are you going to be able to move off tonight.” Her body was open for him as his striped waistcoat on the front and destroyed in places from gunshots and burn marks. “Or are we a fuckin’ pansy for this after all. Locked up with only your husband to make your body sing.” His grin soon held, that insane unstable mind of his will always win him over. He pointed the recently sharpened knife under her chin if she did not know any better she might have ran, screaming for the hills. But she stayed quiet much to Burke's displeasure as he had hoped that she did not.

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Day 30 - Don’t Panic

Soothe – Fall Asleep in My Lap – “Don’t ruin this.”

After his injury, Garren goes overboard making sure William is cared for. To the point that the latter makes an escape attempt. This forces a brief conversation about boundaries and expectations.

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It took months for a simple dagger wound to heal. William refused to stay still in that time. Garren trailed him through the Piscean estate they had set aside for him, tracked the Aries through the Revati markets, and even found him with a small bag at the bubble portals waiting in the queue to make his way back to the surface. William had claimed he just intended to visit Sima, but Garren knew the seas and knew that the submarine he intended to take would take him to the Cancerian settlement on the shore.

“I’ve told you once, I’ve told you a thousand times: if you need something, want something, or just simply want to get moving, let me know. We don’t know what removing the-“ Garren pursed his lips and glanced at the surrounding pedestrians. “We don’t know what will happen to you now.”

William rolled his eyes and struggled to maintain his stiff posture. His back had started to hurt in recent weeks, a new symptom of getting old. “Nothing. I’m just a normal bloke now. I’ll be fine. Able to live out my years as the AllFather expected.”

Garren frowned deeply. “We don’t know that. I’m going to keep an eye on you until you’re fully healed and then-“

William sagged as they crossed the threshold into Garren’s temporary residence. “Gary, even if you’re worried about me, I can’t stay down here. All this water, all this fake air… There’s something wrong about it. Might be what’s makin’ me crazy, makin’ me heal slower.”

Garren slid the door closed behind him. “Fake air?”

William chuckled, cut short with the tiniest of grunts. “Nothing against the architecture or the skill you needed to make these bubbles, but… I’m a Fire Constellation, right? I need to be near-“

The half-breed spun around on his friend. “Fire! Of course! I’ll go get a fire going in the main room!”

The older Aries sighed and dropped his bag on the floor. Garren hurried past him and into he room with the fire pit. The house accommodated it, built a foot or so higher than other Constellations’ and hollow to promote airflow. Garren struck the flint at the dried-out driftwood in the pit that hung over the sea floor of sand. William pressed his lips together.

The fire sparked to life and the Aries had to admit, the existence of a fire within his line of sight improved his general malaise, soothed him somewhat. The half-breed spun around to him, a frantically happy expression on his face, and he gestured at the fire. William nodded begrudgingly and stepped into the room.

“There! This should help. I’ll make sure to keep it lit and stoked for you until-“

“Garren.”

The half-breed tensed immediately. His eyes fell. William hated these moments, hated having to remind someone of a reality they refused to face. He had done so for so long, breaking the news of a disappearance or a death or a refused leave. Having to break someone of a delusion they used to cope. Because reality would not wait for them to be ready. Hard truths came whether you wanted them or not.

He placed a hand on Garren’s shoulder as he lowered down to sit beside his friend. Garren kept his eyes on the dancing flame. “I can’t stay down here forever, Gary.”

The half-breed exhaled slowly with a puffing sound. “Are you sure?”

William nodded. “I’m sure. But that doesn’t mean I want to leave you, either.” Garren looked to his friend. “What?”

Garren’s expression became incredulous. “William Fymithral, are you saying you enjoy my company?”

The old Aries laughed. “Of course I do! Who else could’ve stood your nonsense for the last century, let alone four of them?”

“Then why would you run away from me?” The half-breed’s expression sunk into despair. He appeared genuinely hurt.

The speed at which Garren could shift his emotions always started William. He always felt like he understood people, could read where their feelings might shift over a conversation. But Garren held so many, perhaps due to their advanced number of years.

“I wasn’t trying to run from you, per se. I was just… tired of being cooped up? I hate to admit it, but the fire helps. So maybe… maybe it’s that part of me, the part that needs to be active and consuming. Probably overreacted, though.” He shrugged ineffectually. “I didn’t suppose someone so in tune with their own elements of water and air would be so… rigid?”

Garren narrowed his eyes at the Aries. “You’re not wrong. It wasn’t exactly right of me to keep you trapped in this bubble like a pet or something. I’m just… I’m worried.”

William nodded. “And we’ve talked about how your anxiety isn’t going to somehow stop whatever is happening to me. We have to take it as it comes. Right?”

The half-breed shrunk into his shoulders. “Yes.”

He made a gesture to pull the half-breed closer. “Burn that bridge when we get to it?”

The half-breed made a noise of ascension and allowed his friend to loop his arm around his shoulders.

“Good.” The Aries nodded and relaxed a bit. “So how about we talk about letting me go back to Hamal?” The half-breed groaned and dropped his head in William’s lap. “I should really check on my smithy, see how Marla is doing.”

Garren’s head snapped to William’s. “Marla?”

“Mmm. I told you about how I rented out my parents’ blacksmith over the years so I could keep ownership? The last resident won the last tourney if you can believe it.” William absently stroked his friend’s hair.

“I thought they stopped allowing women to fight in the tournaments.”

The Aries shook his head. “They did, for a while. But not on the books. It was a social thing. Like none of the Enforcers would wear a woman’s gear and stuff like that. She ended up having to buy a prisoner.” He chuckled. “That’s actually how I met Alden, you know.”

Garren laughed. “Oh, can you imagine if he actually got to be a Djinn?”

“Well, he’s Water-“

“Yes, yes, but even with the Water Elemental. Spirits help us.” Both men chuckled. “Do you want me to take us back to Hamal in one of my bubbles or would you rather travel?”

William’s face contorted as if he had smelled or tasted something vile. “Don’t ruin this.”

Garren frowned. “You hate my bubbles that much?”

The Aries rolled his eyes. “Gary.”

[ladynox]

This came through my queue earlier but I'm just realizing now tumblr ate the last paragraph. So I'm posting the snippet from Truth again. @beautifulcheat

Almost as if summoned, two HUMVEEs and a large truck, all sporting military plates, came around the corner, stopping right in front of them. A moment later, Flint climbed out of one of them. Dressed in fatigues, he oozed smug self-importance.

“Alex, how did I know you’d be poking your nose in here?” Flint drawled. “Did you chase the fire truck?”

“As always you have the wit of a box of hammers,” Maria said flatly, as Michael walked up next to her curiously.

“What the hell are you doing here, Flint?” Alex demanded.

“That’s classified,” Flint said, all smug. “And this is now a restricted area. Under military jurisdiction.”

“Isn’t it always?” Michael drawled. Drawing Flint’s attention.

“And you brought Guerin.” Flint seemed delighted.

“Oh have we met? I’ve met a lot of assholes in my life. They kinda blur together,” Michael said, sounding bored, but there was a glint in his eyes that was nothing but trouble. And Alex was suddenly terrified that Michael was going to start shit with his brother as an outlet for the horrifying events of last night.

Fuck. Maybe they should have had Michael stay in the car.

[laufire]

rules: answer the questions and then tag 10+ other creators to answer the questions!

I was tagged by @zaritomaz (ty!)

first creation and most recent creation of 2020:

My first creation was this Klaroline fic, a pseudo-Rapunzel fusion (with Klaus as Rapunzel, ofc). Although since it was for a secret exchange, I’m going to cheat and link the first post of a creation in my blog, aka this short BatCat smutty one-shot.

My most recent one is this excerpt from one of my original stories, a sci-fi space opera wip. The two main characters (and the wlw lead couple) meeting for the first time. Fandom-wise, my last gifset posted (although there are more ready in the queue) is this Maxanne-Silverflint parallel from s02e01. Of which I’m very proud.

one of your favourite creations from 2020:

I have literally 20 pages of new stuff created this year lol, so shorting through that it’s... a lot. I think my favourite creations over all others are the ones I’ve made for my original stuff, especially the excerpts. It had been a long time since I could focus on original creations ^-^

a creation you’re really proud of: 

I held out and made content all through Femslash February, I’m proud of that. I’m also proud of this BTVS’ Kendra-centric one-shot, because it finally got me out of my funk, fic-wise.

a new style you tried this year and a gifset that uses it:

I don’t know that I’ve tried new styles, other than simply trying out sharpenings, colouring etc. lol. I experiment more with graphics than with gifsets, I guess? I really liked how my header, a Max from Black Sails edit, came out

your favourite colouring:

I’m proud of this one in a Pepperony-Klaroline parallel set, because it took effort to make them look similar lol. This one for a snowkru/bad bitches kru parallel set was lovely too (here in big form). And this one in a Maxanor-Flintmiranda parallel set. I’m also quite proud of how I manage to color dark scenes like this Flint one lol.

a creation that took you forever:

Compilation gifsets take sooooo long lmao. Most recently, this Silverflint set felt like it took YEARS.

your creation from 2020 that received the most notes:

According to one of those stat sites, it’s this Pepper x Natasha IM2 gifset. The MCU fandom provides notes lol. It still doesn’t have as many notes as my silly shit-post about Asriel and Marisa being shitty parents xD, but that’s from 2019 alas. Hell, I only have three gifsets with more notes than that text post (a Lucas fashion set from Stranger Things; this Eleanor Shellstrop in a leather jacket thirst-trap set; and another Stranger Things set of Steve being Awkward(TM)).

a creation you think deserved more notes:

All of them lmfao *is conceited*. Especially my original stuff!! And everything in the #my graphics or #my icons tags. Those need to be appreciated too!!

a creation with a favorite scene/quote: 

This one combines both! It’s a Memori edit of their scene ~~transcending in the series finale (transcendence is whatever, but the moment is pretty), paired with the epic Lyra x Will “every atom” quote *-*

a new fandom you joined and a creation you made for it:

I got started with a few new (or new to me; some of those edits are still in the queue... like for Supernatural xD) fandoms this year, mainly Black Sails. I also made this one for Julie and the Phantoms, this one from The Wire, or this one for The Old Guard.

a creation you made that breaks your heart:

The ones I made recently for Will from His Dark Materials. Also, this Max x mirrors set.

a ‘simple’ creation that you really love:

I’ve done some of what I call “meta edits” lol, of simple scenes that I think say a lot about writing/fandom/human nature/Etc. This Louis Litt edit; this Caroline Forbes edit; this Nikita scene; or all these edits from Reign.

a creation that was inspired by another one: 

I’m coming up blank with this one. I’m not saying my ideas come from out of nowhere lol, but I don’t tend to grab 1:1 inspo for edits etc.

a favourite creation created by someone else:

Ooof. Waaaaaay too many to count. My #reblog tag would be useful here lol. Hell, it’d be quicker to tag my fave creators in the next one, so you can get their content first-hand. So that’s what I’ll do.

But I wanted to give a shot-out to the personalized gifts I’ve gotten this year: this recent Maxanne one-shot by @angryhausfrau-writes; this Leia/Poe fic by @equusgirl; a Lizzie + Klaroline fic and a Young Justice’s Dick/Zatanna fic by @missbrunettebarbie; this lovely Echo kom Azgeda edit by @obijuanjabroni; and this edit for one of my original WIPs by @nectargrapes.

some of your favourite content creators from the year:

Other than the above, of course: @doortotomorrow @findsilver @lukearnold @saturnofthemoon @nomattertheoceans @riisinaakka-draws @missbrunettebarbie-writer @elasticella @elloras @avacrwder @lovingyennefer @bombshellsandbluebells @murphystartedthefire @eizagonzalezs @melis-ash @wonderdoves and probably more that I’m tragically forgetting :/

a for good measure, another a couple more creations of yours that you love: 

I’m very proud of my #everything i love is the same edits (aka, parallels across different canons): Flintmiranda x Disney’s Beauty and the Beast; Alex/Willie x Disney’s Hercules; Caroline Forbes x Max x Sansa Stark; Caroline/Elena + Reign quote; Echo kom Azgeda x Lizzie Saltzman; Hustlers x Knives Out x Ready or Not x Parasite (+Reign quote); Hustlers + Hamilton quote.

I’m going to follow by example so: if you’ve been tagged in this post for recs, consider yourself tagged to continue the chain. No pressure! And if you want to do it, feel free to grab it even if I haven’t tagged you ^-^

[dewitty1]

The Pirate and the Prince

Maniacani @maniacani-arts  PalenDrome (nerdherderette) @nerdherderette

Chapters: 4/4 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Characters: Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Ginny Weasley, Neville Longbottom, Luna Lovegood, Terry Boot, Colin Creevey, Marcus Flint, Roger Davies, Blaise Zabini, Pansy Parkinson, Lucius Malfoy, Narcissa Black Malfoy, Pius Thicknesse, Hedwig (Harry Potter) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Historical, Alternate Universe - Regency, Alternate Universe - Non-Magical, Alternate Universe - Pirate, Pirate Harry Potter, Aristocrat Draco Malfoy, Virgin Draco Malfoy, POV Draco Malfoy, Explicit Sexual Content, Sexual Tension, Oral Sex, Blow Jobs, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Barebacking, First Time, Loss of Virginity, Minor Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, Minor Neville Longbottom/Ginny Weasley, Past Cedric Diggory/Harry Potter - Freeform, Past Roger Davies/Harry Potter, Harlequin, Adventure & Romance, Tattoos, Drinking, Costume Parties & Masquerades, Sexual Harassment, No Period-Typical Homophobia, Canon-Typical Violence, Canonical Character Death, Light Angst, Happy Ending, H/D Fan Fair 2019, Secondary Theme: Travel Fair, Digital Art

Summary:

Draco can't believe that fate and circumstance have made him a stowaway on the Master of Death's ship. He doesn't know what's worse: the dread pirate's legendary vendetta against the aristocracy, or the fact that his captor is the most infuriating yet irrefutably fascinating man Draco has ever met.

Excerpt:

"Don't jump," someone says softly. 

Draco hears the weight of Harry's footsteps on the deck behind him, sure and light-footed. "Sometimes, when I close my eyes and hear the birds and the waves, it's as if I'm flying alongside them," Draco says, opening his eyes slowly. 

Harry settles himself on the railing next to Draco as they stare out at the waters ahead. "Hmm," he says quietly. The setting sun bathes his strong features in its soft light, his eyes luminous under his dark lashes. "I think I prefer to keep my eyes open, though. To be prepared for any eventuality."

"Being prepared doesn't mean one can't enjoy a moment of spontaneity. I would think that the Master of Death would embrace Fate's whimsy with a bit more daring."

Harry snorts. "I've experienced more 'daring' by the age of twenty than most have in the entirety of their lives."

"So modest." Draco glances at Harry, and in a fit of inspiration, lowers his hand to the strip of green fabric that's wrapped around his waist. He undoes the knot and waves it in front of Harry face. "Let's try, for a bit of fun. It will be like playing buffy with a stick."

Harry's eyes widen as he lets out a long hiss. "I won't wear a blindfold."

Draco frowns, deflated at the rejection. "But you wear a mask all the time," he says.

"Not one that impedes my vision." Harry leans back, visibly trying to slow his breathing. "I was often locked in a cupboard as punishment when I was a child. To be forced into such darkness is difficult for me."

"I'm sorry." Guilt wells up in Draco, the heat in his face rising. "I didn't know."

"How could you?" Harry asks, soft and without censure.

Draco thinks about his parents, how they tried to lay everything at his feet, give him every advantage. Though their wishes for his future may be different from his own, they had never done anything so deliberately cruel. "Your parents…forgive me, Harry, for speaking out of turn, but I don't understand how anyone could do such a thing to a child, never mind their own."

"It wasn't my parents," Harry whispers, fiercely staring at a spot on the railing. "It was my aunt and uncle. Monsters can be found everywhere, including one's family."

Draco reaches out to hold Harry's hand. Harry's eyes dart up in surprise, but he doesn't withdraw from the touch. His palm feels solid and warm, and then his fingers curl, interlocking with Draco's.

Harry watches Draco intently, then raises Draco's hand and brings it to his lips.

Harry's mouth brushes against Draco's skin. It's fleeting, but the ghost of the kiss lingers, the memory a sweet boon. "You're beautiful when you blush," Harry says, grinning.

"You make me feel like a lady who's just been granted a voucher to Almack's," Draco laughingly admits, thinking of Pansy.

"Hmm." Harry lets go of Draco's hand and runs a finger absentmindedly along the railing. "I doubt you'd ever find me hanging around with such esteemed company."

Draco's face falls at the disdain that's clear in Harry's voice. "Whatever do you mean?"

"The company of people who think that good breeding and exemplary behaviour are provinces of the nobility when they, in fact, are often the ones who lack it the most."

Draco takes a step forward, unwilling to let such a statement go unanswered. "That's a bit presumptuous. Why would you think so poorly of those whose only crime is to have been born of noble birth?"

"Because I was shown their immorality and cruelty at an early age, for it was none other than a noble—Lord Voldemort, the Duke of Hangleton—who robbed me of my childhood when he struck down my parents for his political advantage."

A chill washes over Draco, causing him to shiver despite the still-present sun. His father was an ardent supporter of Voldemort and his policies. He's still not sure how Voldemort met his demise and Harry's role in it, what rumours are salacious gossip versus some embellished version of reality. Given what he's just learned, he's certain that both Harry and his father are somehow involved.

Draco turns back to the open sea. As the sun touches down over the horizon, lavender washes over the skies, and the ocean turns a dark and turbulent blue.

Draco crosses his arms, unable to shake the sense of foreboding. "Here," Harry says gruffly as a light, woolen coat drapes over Draco's shoulders. It smells of Harry and his soap.

"Thank you," Draco says. Harry's gaze flicks over Draco's body wrapped in the too-large jacket before his expression becomes hooded.

"We'll be docking at Brisson Cay on Friday. My estate—Godric's Hollow—is on the western side of the Isle of Hogsmeade. It is large, and most of us reside there when not at sea, while we attend to our other business ventures. There is room for you and work to be had if you would like to continue your stay, although it might include a bit of hard labour."

Despite his predicament, the prospect fills Draco with a semblance of hope. "I believe I have proved to you that I have both the desire and capability to perform such work."

Harry gives him a smile. "It would only be fair to tell you that the Hogwarts Express sails from Brisson Cay to the Port of New York every three months. From there, it would not be difficult for one to book passage to London. If you should ever need it."

Draco frowns. "Is that what you'd prefer?" he eventually asks.

"There is a small cottage by the gardens, close to the water." Harry hesitates. "Hogsmeade is famed for its unusual beauty. I think that, for you, it would be a perfect home."

There's no mistaking the way in which Harry's voice husks lower. Draco tilts his head and licks his lips, parting them invitingly. "I look forward to you showing me all the beautiful things," he dares.

Draco winds his fingers along the back of Harry's neck and pulls him in. The hairs along Harry's nape tickle Draco's skin; Harry lets out a groan and gives in to the demand with the smallest of protests, and when he does, it's as if the walls of his resistance come crumbling down. He pushes Draco against the rail and brackets Draco's body between his muscular arms, his breath hot against Draco's cheek as their foreheads brush against one another. 

"You drive me to madness," Harry grits out. "Filling me with a fever beyond all reason." He allows Draco to bridge the distance as their lips touch, and the kiss that follows is desperate and almost angry.

The force of their kiss nearly causes Draco to buckle, his head dizzy as Harry cups Draco's chin and tilts it so the angle is better. The clumsiness of Draco's initial attempt slides into something more practised, a longing filled with lips and tongue, the heat of it urgent. Harry's left hand grips the side of Draco's hip, pulling them flush, the tightness of his breeches leaving no misunderstanding about the state of his arousal.

"Harry," Draco gasps. He tilts his neck back as Harry mouths the exposed line of Draco's throat, and he's sure that his skin is mottled and bruised as Harry worries it between his teeth. Draco's hips buck forward, and he's mortified by how needy he sounds, how desperate, how dangerously close he is to spilling in his trousers as he ruts against Harry's thigh.

"Do you know how much I've thought of you, Jacob?" Harry asks as Draco whimpers, his heart a rapid staccato.

Draco is so far gone that he doesn't care that Harry thinks he's someone else. His body burns as if suffering from ague and his heart races from the way Harry's fingers dig into his sides, as if he is trying to mark Draco's skin through the layers of his clothes.

"So needy. So beautifully responsive," Harry adds as he punctuates his words with a roll of his hips.

"Only for you, Harry," Draco gasps. "No one else. There's never been anyone else."

Harry's hands still, his grip painfully tight. He pulls back, and though his eyes are still dark with arousal, they are also widening in shock. He takes a step back, his lips swollen and kiss-bitten, his dark hair tumbling out of its queue as he shakes his head forcefully. "You are…" he rasps, his throat working from the effort. "You are an innocent?"

"What does it matter?" Draco pleads. He moves to draw Harry towards him, his heart aching when Harry recoils from his touch.

Harry's hands are clenched into fists so tight, Draco fears his nails will draw blood. "It matters because your first time should be something more than a dalliance."

Draco's cheeks pink with anger. "Are you saying I'm but an amusement?"

"Jacob…" Harry takes several deep breaths but he's already closed off, distancing himself from Draco with his words and actions. "I am saying that I am not the man that you think, nor the one you deserve. You should be someone who can return the trust that you give in equal measure."

He turns and walks away. When the sun breathes its last gasp, Draco realises that he's still wearing Harry's coat.

[jackoshadows]

This is a write-up regarding the situation in the North as of the last book A Dance with Dragons regarding the Starks and their claim to WF and the North. It’s a rather long post with book quotes that looks at why each character has a claim to the North/WF and how much support they have for that claim going from the character with the strongest claim/support to the weakest.

Contenders currently in the North:

Bran Stark: Currently in the lands beyond the wall with the 3ER. Prince Bran Stark was the Prince of Winterfell and the Stark in Winterfell when King Robb Stark was campaigning in the South. He ruled over the North until Theon’s betrayal and attack wherein Theon became the Prince of Winterfell with his father Balon Greyjoy as King. Ramsay then sacked Winterfell and Roose Bolton took over as Warden of the North with Ramsay Bolton as the Lord of Winterfell, by way of marriage to ‘Arya Stark’.

Rickon Stark: Currently in Skagos. Next in line to Bran Stark.  Has the support of the powerful Wyman Manderly to become the Lord of Winterfell/Warden of the North under King Stannis Baratheon as per the deal made with Stannis’ envoy Davos seaworth. Robett Glover also agrees to join Stannis’ campaign if Davos brings back Rickon safely from Skagos and sends weapons and hunters to Stannis to help in his march on Winterfell against the Boltons. Davos is currently headed to Skagos to bring Rickon back.

Characters that know that Bran and Rickon are alive: Theon Greyjoy, Wex, Wyman Manderly, Robett Glover, Stannis Baratheon, Davos Seaworth, Samwell Tarly, Gilly, Osha, Hodor, the Reeds and the Liddle of the mountain clans.

Additionally, Bran is communicating with Jon, Arya and possibly Rickon through their wolf dreams and in Theon’s case through the WF Godswood. Jon sees Shaggydog eating a unicorn in Skagos through Ghost. He sort of ‘knows’ that Bran and Rickon are alive through the direwolves communicating with each other.

Jon Snow:  Ned’s bastard son only comes into the picture through Robb Stark’s will. So let’s take a look at this will. Before his death, Robb Stark creates a will to ensure that the Northern kingdom does not die with him. At this point, Robb thinks that Bran, Rickon and Arya are dead. First, he needs to make sure that the Lannisters don’t get the North:

By law Sansa is next in line of succession, so Winterfell and the north would pass to her.” His mouth tightened. “To her, and her lord husband. Tyrion Lannister. I cannot allow that. I will not allow that. That dwarf must never have the north.”

“No,” Catelyn agreed. “You must name another heir, until such time as Jeyne gives you a son.”

Robb and Cat seem pretty determined that Sansa, her husband and any children they have will never get the North/WF. This indicates that there is a provision in the will where Sansa is explicitly debarred/disinherited from getting the North. This seems to be a pretty popular idea as, up North, Stannis is of a similar mind –

"Lady Lannister, you mean? Are you so eager to see the Imp perched on your father's seat? I promise you, that will not happen whilst I live, Lord Snow."

So anyways, Sansa is out. Next, Robb decides to legitimize Jon Snow and he trusts Jon so much that he decides to do this before even knowing whether his wife Jeyne Westerling is pregnant or not. Catelyn is so distressed over this, that she would rather Robb select some cousin from the Vale to be Lord of WF/KITN than Jon Snow because she thinks that Jon will steal Robb’s child’s birthright. And that once Jon is legitimized it cannot be taken back. They argue over this:

He is set on this. Catelyn knew how stubborn her son could be. “A bastard cannot inherit.”

“Not unless he’s legitimized by a royal decree,” said Robb. “There is more precedent for that than for releasing a Sworn Brother from his oath.”

“If you make Jon legitimate, there is no way to turn him bastard again. Should he wed and breed, any sons you may have by Jeyne will never be safe.”

“Have you considered your sisters? What of their rights? I agree that the north must not be permitted to pass to the Imp, but what of Arya? By law, she comes after Sansa . . . your own sister, trueborn . . . ”

“ . . . and dead. No one has seen or heard of Arya since they cut Father’s head off. Why do you lie to yourself? Arya’s gone, the same as Bran and Rickon, and they’ll kill Sansa too once the dwarf gets a child from her. Jon is the only brother that remains to me. Should I die without issue, I want him to succeed me as King in the North. I had hoped you would support my choice.”

From all this we can speculate that the Robb’s will has provisions that disinherits Sansa, legitimizes Jon and makes him KITN if Jeyne does not have a child – since the only uncertainty at the time the will is written up is whether Robb will have a child or not. 

The following lords are signatories and witnesses to this will: Jason Mallister, Raynald Westerling, Greatjon Umber, Galbart Glover, Maege Mormont and Edmure Tully.  We don’t know where this will is – it’s speculated that Galbart Glover and  Maege Mormont are in possession of the will and were last headed for Greywater watch, the residence of Howland Reed.

If Robb’s will comes into play, then Jon goes from Jon Snow to Jon Stark and that automatically pushes him to the head of the queue as the eldest Stark, even if Bran and Rickon are alive. Of course, ultimately it all depends on which houses will support Jon Stark and which houses will support Bran, Rickon or Arya stark.

Contenders currently outside the North:

Because much of the North and house Stark is patriarchal, the girls come further down the line when it comes to their claims to WF and the North.

Arya Stark: Currently in Braavos. She is involved in the Northern plot in the book through Jeyne Poole – who marries Ramsay Bolton as ‘Arya Stark’ to help the Boltons hold the North. With Jon’s help, Stannis engages with the Mountain clans and they agree to fight under him to defeat the Boltons and free Arya. As Big Bucket Wull explains:

Winter is almost upon us, boy. And winter is death. I would sooner my men die fighting for the Ned’s little girl than alone and hungry in the snow, weeping tears that freeze upon their cheeks. No one sings songs of men who die like that. As for me, I am old. This will be my last winter. Let me bathe in Bolton blood before I die. I want to feel it spatter across my face when my axe bites deep into a Bolton skull. I want to lick it off my lips and die with the taste of it on my tongue.

So the clans and Stannis are fighting to save Arya. While Stannis himself is not interested in Arya as a heir to WF (he wants to rescue Arya for Jon’s sake and send her to him), the clans and some of the Northern houses in the game – who don’t know about Bran and Rickon being alive – could be plotting to get rid of house Bolton and restore WF/North to Arya as Queen in the North. Even Roose’s so called Northern allies are not pleased with the way ‘Arya’ is being treated.

Barbrey: The bride weeps ... Dressing her in grey and white serves no good if the girl is left to sob. The Freys might not care, but the northmen ... they fear the Dreadfort, but they love the Starks.

Theon: Not you.

Barbrey: Not me, but the rest, yes. Old Whoresbane is only here because the Freys hold the Greatjon captive. And do you imagine the Hornwood men have forgotten the Bastard's last marriage, and how his lady wife was left to starve, chewing her own fingers? What do you think passes through their heads when they hear the new bride weeping? Valiant Ned's precious little girl. Lady Arya's sobs do us more harm than all of Lord Stannis's swords and spears.

“Night work is not knight’s work,” Lady Dustin said. “And Lord Wyman is not the only man who lost kin at your Red Wedding, Frey. Do you imagine Whoresbane loves you any better? If you did not hold the Greatjon, he would pull out your entrails and make you eat them, as Lady Hornwood ate her fingers. Flints, Cerwyns, Tallharts, Slates … they all had men with the Young Wolf.”

“House Ryswell too,” said Roger Ryswell. “Even Dustins out of Barrowton.” Lady Dustin parted her lips in a thin, feral smile. “The north remembers, Frey.”

Meanwhile, Lord Commander Jon Snow at the Wall has send Mance Raydar – the King beyond the wall – to rescue his sister. After he receives a letter from Ramsay Bolton informing him that Stannis has failed and that Mance is dead, Jon rallies the Wildlings to go attack the Boltons and save Arya. He is assassinated at this point.

So while all this is happening in the North, the real Arya is in Braavos. How would she connect to this plot? Well, if Jon is dead at the wall, fake Arya/Jeyne Poole may end up going with Justin Massey to Braavos – where Stannis has send him to get more mercenary soldiers and men to fight against the Boltons. Imagine Arya’s surprise when she comes across Jeyne masquerading as Arya in Braavos while Arya is walking around with someone else’s face?! This could very well be the spur that pushes her to make a trip to the Wall or the North. The only obstacle is of course that Winter has come in the books and the snowstorms are so bad that Stannis and his army is stranded unable to march even to WF. It’s not going to be easy for Arya to get North at this point. It’s possible that Arya therefore travels to the Riverlands or even the Vale since weather wise that’s easier to do.

Sansa Stark: Currently in the Vale. She is LF’s nominee for the North/WF. The major obstacle for her getting the North is her marriage to Tyrion. Currently she is still married to Tyrion as of the last book. This marriage can only be annulled by the high Septon in KL – which means there should be a regime friendly to Sansa in KL before this can happen. Or Tyrion should die. This is what LF is hoping for - that Cersei somehow manages to kill Tyrion. LF’s plans depends on both Tyrion and SweetRobin dying. Hence why Sweetrobin is being given dangerous levels of sweetsleep, despite the Maester’s warnings. LF also thinks that Bran and Rickon are dead.

So according to LF’s plans, Cersei kills Tyrion, SweetRobin dies, Sansa marries Harry the heir and is unveiled as Queen in the North/Lady of Winterfell.She gets the North and the Vale in one swoop.

But unfortunately for Littlefinger, the North is moving full speed ahead with their own plots and games. Bran and Rickon are still alive, some Northern houses are pushing for Rickon, others support Arya and Robb’s will basically disinherits Sansa Lannister. LF does not know any of this. There’s also the fact that with winter coming to Westeros and the snow storms, no army is going to be able go North any time soon. No single person would be able to do the same. Alys Karstark nearly died riding from Karhold to the Wall. So Sansa is going to be stuck in the south for a while yet.

So with Sansa in the vale, Arya in Braavos and Bran beyond the wall, the closest contenders for WF and the North location-wise are going to be Rickon and Jon. And Jon is still lying dead in the snow. So it’s very likely that we will get either Lord of Winterfell Rickon Stark if Stannis wins or KITN Rickon Stark if Stannis dies in the next book.

[mxrcusflint]

Marcus: love is fake

Oliver: *kisses Marcus' nose*

Marcus, with his voice breaking: I,,stanD by,. what I sAid

[johannstutt413]

How's the queue today dude?

1. (requested by mathmaticalknight) Shining and/or Nightingale doting on Blemishine

2. (requested by mathmaticalknight) The Doctor talks to Blemishine about the fact she is the only person at Rhodes Island willing to attack sleeping enemies, and that she considers it mercy.

3. (requested by calligomiles) Platinum/Nearl/Gravel

4. (requested by anonymous) Just after Maria Nearl, the Kazimierz Media’s hatchet job...and a little more besides

5. (requested by mathmaticalknight) Aosta/Bibeak

6. (requested by greenone170b7) Shining and Liz cheer on their wife while she kicks ass to save her sister

7. (requested by greenone170b7) Maria and Platinum start dating (and Margaret is suffering because of it)

8. (requested by greenone170b7) Zofia is lamenting her single status in the bar when she gets swept off her feet by a gorgeous fem!Doc

9. (requested by mathmaticalknight) Broca/Click

10. (requested by anonymous) Ifrit joins Reunion...and Saria and Silence have to stop her [GODDAMNIT SADFIC ANON]

11. (requested by mathmaticalknight) Blaze x Saria

12. (requested by mathmaticalknight) Surtr and her talking sword

13. (requested by anonymous) Mudrock/Fem!Doc

14. (requested by anonymous) Hung is a dudebrochadmyguy

15. (requested by calligomiles) Zima/Leto in this timeline

16. (requested by calligomiles) Rosa/Istina in this timeline

17. (requested by calligomiles) Jackie/Grani/Absinthe Poly-cop-ule

18. (requested by anonymous) Doctor/Gavial during Great Chief, Tomimi no likey

19. (requested by calligomiles) Jackie/Swire (OkaKoro!)

20. (requested by calligomiles) Mudrock/FrostNova

21. (requested by calligomiles; continuing from this) Mudrock/Gummy/BP

22. (requested by calligomiles) Mudrock/Rosa

23. (requested by mathmaticalknight) Nian/Whisperain [I see what you’re doing here]

24. (requested by calligomiles) Zima/Glaucus

25. (requested by calligomiles) Istina/Deepcolor

26. (requested by calligomiles) Rosa/BP

27. (requested by calligomiles) Leto/Specter

28. (requested by calligomiles) Gummy/Skadi...V? Likely with all of these Abyss/USGG couples coming together at a meeting or some’n

29. (requested by mathmaticalknight) Warfarin, Pramanix, Conviction, and Ansel learn to helidrop

30. (requested by anonymous) Specter/Doc

31. (requested by calligomiles) Rosa/Gavial 2

32. (requested by mathmaticalknight) ChenPipe 5ish (Ch’en working Command Center accidentally brings Bagpipe and Reed into contact)

33. (requested by anonymous) Jaye/Utage, Resting Terror Faces come together

34. (requested by calligomiles) Utage/Zima

35. (requested by calligomiles) Utage/Gummy II

36. (requested by calligomiles) Flint/Zima

37. (requested by calligomiles) Flint/Leto

38. (requested by emburbaguette) Doctor/Rangers

39. (requested by mathmaticalknight) Angelina/Utage II

40. (requested by calligomiles) Absinthe/Zima

41. (requested by mathmaticalknight) Doctor gets TP’d to G&K

42. (requested by calligomiles) Rosa and Talulah, bonding over shared rejection of nobility

43. (requested by mathmaticalknight) Saria/Nian 5, meet the family (Dusk)

44. (requested by calligomiles) Swire/Rosa III

45. (requested by calligomiles) BP/Andreana

46. (requested by anonymous) Blue Poison/Astesia

47. (requested by calligomiles) Saga/Archetto

48. (requested by calligomiles) Saga/Absinthe

49. (requested by calligomiles) Dusk/Deepcolor (“I’m not worried about collateral damage”)

50. (requested by calligomiles) Ifrit/Rosmontis/Eyjafjalla

51. (requested by mathmaticalknight) Ceobe walks Dusk’s paintings freely

52. (requested by calligomiles) Skadi/Gummy 6: Someone’s Gonna Die From Sugar Overload

53. (requested by mathmaticalknight) Dusk burns Nian’s movie collection, Shaw is the most upset

54. (requested by mathmaticalknight; continuing from this) Archetto joins the group

55. (requested by mathmaticalknight) Franka gets Liskarm to help with her biggest prank ever

56. (requested by calligomiles; continuing from this) Rhine Labs Sandwich

57. (requested by calligomiles; prequel to this) Mayer and Magallan’s Meeting

58. (requested by lonewanderer2033) Operation: Nine-Tailed Frog [Suzuran gets Blue Poison an outfit similar to hers]

59. (requested by mathmaticalknight) “Hey Dusk…Why don’t you fight like you did during your event?”

60. (requested by calligomiles) Rosa/Nearl III

61. (requested by calligomiles) Beeswax/Mint

62. (requested by mathmaticalknight) One of the gang [from Dusk’s event] learns Dusk has the worst physical results of any non-robot Operator

63. (requested by anonymous) Surtr vs Platinum – Who Wins the Doctor’s Heart?

64. (requested by anonymous) Ch’en/Doc post Chap. 8

65. (requested by calligomiles) Horsebucket II: It’s All Coming Together

66. (requested by anonymous) Skadi/Suzuran/(maybe Specter too)

67. (requested by wealmostaneckbeard) Tachanka becomes the USSGG’s surrogate dad

68. (requested by mathmaticalknight) Utage becomes the Great Chief

69. (requested by calligomiles) Swire/Rosa IV: Sweet as Honey

70. (requested by calligomiles) Swire/Talulah (in a world where Koschei doesn’t exist that fucking prick)

71. (requested by anonymous) Blue Poison and/or Platinum in the Arknights equivalent of this scene [Mr. Incredible’s part at least…anon feel free to clarify, it’s been a while since I’ve seen this movie]

72. (requested by mathmaticalknight) Someone starts worshipping Dusk or Nian (…probably the Doctor honestly)

73. (requested by calligomiles) FrostNova/Alina/Talulah, in an idyllic setting (similar world setup as Talulah/Swire imo)

74. (requested by mathmaticalknight) Ceobe and Saga, maybe a couple, maybe just being hungry doggos together, we’ll figure it out when we get there

75. (requested by mathmaticalknight) Iris returns something to Whisperain from before her last reset

76. (requested by mathmaticalknight) Dusk/Whisperain

77. (requested by mathmaticalknight) What If…Nian made Chen’s sword?

78. (requested by confronting-reflections) Blemishine (trans)/Platinum

79. (requested by confronting-reflections) Blemishine/Mudrock

80. (inspired by this post) Vulcan/Sideroca

81. (requested by mathmaticalknight) DND night at RI

82. (requested by mathmaticalknight) Bagpipe/Reed [separated to make sure work gets done]

83. (requested by calligomiles) Zima/Gavial III (with Tomimi squeeze toy)

84. (requested by calligomiles) Zima/Ifrit

85. (requested by calligomiles) Scavenger/ShiraYuki III

86. (requested by lonewanderer2033) Doctor, Suzuran, and BP take a nap by the power of Soft Tails

87. (requested by calligomiles) Grani/Swire

88. (requested by lonewanderer2033) Skadi the Harem Protagonist (Grani, Specter, Gummy, Mousse, and more)

89. (requested by anonymous) Pramanix, Cliffheart, Nearl, and Blemishine hanging out

90. (requested by lonewanderer2033) Suzuran braids Platinum’s hair

[remusownsmyuwus]

Perfectly Real Chapter 1

Genre: Angst. If you don't want to read unresolved angst, don't read.

Summary: Logan is tired of everything, and eventually, he snaps.

Warnings: Insults, depression, intrusive/suicidal thoughts, alcohol, unrequited love, manipulation, Deceit, there's probably more so just hmu and I'll change it. There will be abuse and manipulation later, so don't get attached to this story if you can't handle seeing that later.

Pairings: None (for this chapter)

Words: 1,195

Note: all the characters in this are morally gray. They can all be seen as sympathetic or not. If you don't want to see characters being morally gray, this isn't a fic for you. This fic is tagged Perfectly Real, so if you don't want to see it, block that tag.

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He was sick of it. Sick of everything. Sick of the world and the people in it. And he wasn’t even a person, not something more than a figment of Thomas’s imagination. Every insult, every biting remark stuck to his brain like tar, and it was slowly, slowly dragging him down. His thoughts were a poison that he kept on drinking, pulling him lower and lower. Well, lower than he already was. It wasn’t the only poison he was drinking, now. It was unhealthy and illogical and stupid, but the wine numbed everything, took off the edge so the bottle on his bedside table was a permanent decoration. 

Logan sat on the floor, reclining against the side of his bed, staring absently at the wall in front of him, it’s cool, dark gray staring back. He knew he should be working, the papers neatly organized on his desk, waiting to be revised. He checked his watch-- 4:30. They would start filming the video soon, and he should get together and sober before then, and actually memorize his lines… and fact-check them, so he didn’t make a mistake again, but he lacked the energy to do anything more than swirl his glass and pick at a fraying thread on his pants. 

“Logan, can you stop?” Patton’s voice echoed through his head, loud as ever.

“Look, Logan’s not here, let’s act like it,” Roman said coldly, his voice rippling through Logan’s memory.

The insults stung, sure, they were getting tiring and his drinking habit was getting out of hand… but were they wrong? Didn’t they have the right to criticize Logan? Rude, uncaring, unfeeling, cold, calculating, logical Logan. Logan who only cared if there was a mess to clean up, Logan who talked too much and listened too little. Logan checked his watch. 4:50. He got up, dusting himself off and straightening his tie. He set his wineglass on his bedside table and sunk down.

“Hello, Thomas. Is there anything I can do to help before we begin filming?” His speech was a little fuzzy, the wine making him care a little less about enunciation. 

“Uhhh, can you set up the tripod?” Thomas said without looking up, a pen in his mouth, hunched over a script making last-minute line changes. Logan pulled it out of its case, adjusting the legs as he let his mind wander.

They all hate you, said a voice whispering at the back of his mind. They hate being around you, they could function just fine without you dragging them down, the voice danced like fire, igniting his mind, but he ignored it. It could play its games later, when he was in his room, nursing a chardonnay.

The others began popping in, asking about lines, suggesting jokes and tiny edits.

“Please, Thomas, just one ‘infinetesimal’ joke! Please?” Patton said excitedly. Logan ignored it, finishing adjusting the tripod. He knew this was what he deserved for making a mistake. A stupid mistake. 

He sunk out to review his lines before filming, but his mind wandered as his eyes glazed over, staring through the paper. He felt the pull at the back of his neck, they needed him. He sighed, rising up, script in hand.

“Alright, everyone! Time to start filming! Roman rises up first in this video, so everyone be quiet…” Thomas continued talking, but Logan stopped paying attention, letting the empty static fill his brain, He stared forward, his eyes crossing.

“Logan! Logan, it’s your line!” Thomas said, startling Logan.

“Apologies,” Logan said, shaking himself. He crouched down, then rose up. “Thomas, you’re overthinking this. You’re still suffering from cognitive distortions.” Logan said his line with an ounce of annoyance because that was what the role required.

“Listen, teach, I’m wrong a lot, but I have a bad feeling about this one…” Virgil mumbled into his hoodie. The conversation continued, and Logan paid it some attention, so he wouldn’t miss another queue. Roman was talking about grand gestures of love (at least that’s what Logan thought he was talking about? It just sounded like flowery nonsense) and Patton and Virgil were listening intently. 

"... And besides, Thomas hasn't been on any dates lately, and he was really cute!" Roman finished, waving his hands wildly.

"Hey Logan!" Patton said, bouncing on the balls of his feet. Logan looked at him cooly. "You could say the amount of dates Thomas has been on lately is--" 

"Don't." Logan said, voice made of polished ice.

"--Infinitesimal?" Patton finished the joke, laughing a little.

"Thank you, Patton." Logan spat. The fury was barely held back in his voice, but none of them listened long enough to care.

"The number of dates Thomas has is almost as low as the number of fans Logan has!" Roman remarked, chuckling heartily. Virgil hid a snort behind his hand.

Oh. It was one of those lines. Where Thomas didn't tell the victim so the reaction would be more genuine.

"I don't have a line here, Roman, but that's not going to stop me." Logan looked at the camera, still recording. He turned to Patton, his gaze ice. "You're pathetic. Ruled by your emotions, you can't ever seem to be happy, and you're constantly holding Thomas back. Good and Evil are just nonsense that you live by, like an idiot," there were tears inside him, somewhere, but they weren't close to the surface yet, his face was still marble, his eyes still flint.

"Logan--" Virgil started, surprised.

"Anxiety," Logan cut him off. "If any Side were to win the reward for weakest, it would be you. You constantly fall apart, sniveling like a kicked puppy. You hold Thomas back, you overthink, you close yourself off because you fear betrayal, and rejection. I hope all your fears come true." Inside Logan, the dam was breaking. But he still had more to say. "And you," Logan said, turning toward the television. "Roman Creativity Sanders, are a waste of space and a disappointment to me in every possible way. Nothing you create will ever be good enough for me, because you are a terrible artist. And in the future, you will be forgotten, alone." Logan took a steadying breath and snapped his head toward Thomas. "You are the most ungrateful, unkind, and rude host I could have asked for. You all are infinitely disappointing and I'll be lucky to never see any of you again." Logan saw Patton tears, heard Virgil's quickened breathing, saw Roman's knuckles white in a fist, and Thomas's look of despair. But he couldn't seem to find it in himself to care. He sunk into his room.

"Now this won't do." Logan clapped his hands twice, summoning Deceit. 

"Wow teach, that was little far, even for me."

"Are you going to help me move or not?" Logan said. Cold. Unfeeling. Apathetic.

"Fine, I'll show you your new room," Deceit said, walking out of Logan's room. "What should I call you? You aren't going to be Logic anymore." There it was. He wasn't something good anymore. He was something… Not evil, he thought, but free. Free of having to be good. He could just be himself.

"Call me Apathy," Apathy said.

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Sticks and Stones

AO3 Version

Relationship: Runaan/Reader/Aaravos

Rating: General

Summary: You saved Aaravos and Runaan both from their respective imprisonments without even knowing how you could do such a thing. You're the castle-keeper of Katolis, not a mage and certainly nobody powerful--and yet you free them both, leading to Runaan taking you and Aaravos to his village in Xadia to try and patch together some semblance of a normal life.

This is just one glance into your lives together.

It’s been a year.

Twelve months, fifty-two weeks or even three hundred and sixty-five days, depending on the way you choose to divide up the time. It’s darted through your perception as quickly as a frightened doe, but it has also limped by as slowly as it takes for the new moon to rise full.

Despite all of that time spent in practice and observation, you still don’t know how to sharpen a blade quite as good as even one of the village’s youngest initiates.

It’s not as if you don’t understand the concept or technique, as you’ve seen the knights caring for their weapons as far back as when you were castle-keeper of Katolis, but there’s simply something in the execution that always leaves you stumped.

So here you are, sitting on the steps outside the humble cottage you’ve called home in the last year, willing for even a single god above to let you do this right.

You feel your brows furrow as you stare down at the small dagger in your hand, a whetstone in the other. You’ve been trying to sharpen the damn thing for almost an hour, but all you’ve seem to manage is just to put unseemly scratches against the edge you really hope can be buffed out.

It’s aggravating enough that you don’t realize there’s someone in front of you until their shadow falls over your hands. You’re about to look up just as a hand reaches forward and grabs the wrist of the hand holding the whetstone.

“You need to remember to keep the angle smaller.”

The grip is as gentle as the words, voice familiar enough that you simply turn back to the job literally at hand and allow the help from the man, Runaan, as he takes a seat beside you.

“I don’t know how you’re able to do this so quickly,” you sigh. “I seem to damage blades more than sharpen them, no matter how many times I’m shown.”

You hear the elven man let out a short, disbelieving huff.

“And have you asked for any help?” It’s hard not to hear a thread of tension, the same tone of voice he’ll sometimes get when speaking to the young initiates he’s training. “I recall Merith and Rydell having offered.”

You don’t answer him right away. The man’s hands carefully put yours into a new position, both of his hands over yours, delicately angling the stone against the blade in a position you assume is the correct one–he is right, you were holding the blade at a vastly larger angle.

“I…” the words feel like stones in your throat, as heavy and rough as the one against your palm. “…I don’t want them to think of me as useless at everything I do around here.”

Sharpening blades. Organizing books. Hunting game. They aren’t exactly skills you learned in your upbringing as a castle-keeper.

You let Runaan tug your hand–and thus the whetstone–carefully across the blade in a smooth, slow motion. He does it a second time and then a third, finally letting you try to do it yourself.

By the sound of the hum that leaves him or the fact that his hands remain on yours, you must not have the motion mirrored quite well just yet.

But at least he doesn’t berate your fear.

The moonshadow elves are not as hostile towards you as they once were, when you were new in their village and stood precariously on the border of ‘hostage’ or ‘guest’–perhaps you had been both at the same time, until ultimately they decided to see you as the one exception to an unspoken, yet powerful Xadian rule.

Maybe it had something to do with you freeing Runaan from imprisonment. Maybe it’s because you were accompanied by a powerful startouch elf mage, someone who you also freed in the same night as Runaan though similar means of magic or power that you still don’t understand yourself.

Maybe a lot of things.

…It’s a long story.

“You won’t learn how to do this right until you ask for help,” Runaan says, dragging you out of your thoughts. “It takes years for a moonshadow elf to learn these things–you’ve only been here for one.”

“But I’m a human.”

Runaan is quiet for a few moments, giving away a lot more than words ever can.

“You still have hands,” he argues, grip getting a little tighter around your wrists. “And that extra finger has to be good for something.”

He’s learning to grow past his colored stereotypes for humans as much as the rest of his village, but at least he’s honest–there’s an effort, much in the same way that you continue to learn about them.

You don’t have the chance to say something witty in return before both you and Runaan are interrupted by a new voice booming across the air, familiar and strong and pulling both of your attentions away from the lost cause of a dagger.

“I thought that I would find both of you together.”

It’s not hard to guess who it is–the voice alone is as unique as the rest of Aaravos, a startouch elf settled in a vastly moonshadow village. There’s no hiding the difference of his eyes, his horns or the starlike sparkle of both his form and clothes.

There’s a smile on his lips as he approaches the two of you.

“What mischief have you gotten to now?” Runaan asks, not a single beat of silence missed from the moment his eyes lay on the other elf.

Aaravos’ expression drops into a pout, lips pursed and brows tilted, but it’s not that hard to see that it’s simply a playful, but fake expression.

“Mischief?” he asks, raising a hand to his chest as if wounded. “Runaan, you think so little of me. I have many years of experience and knowledge to my life, the ability to weave the power of the stars to my desire and you accuse me of but childish pranks?”

He steps closer to the two of you and sits down on your opposite side, the three of you taking up all of the space on one of the steps leading up to the house you and Aaravos have called home since arriving at the moonshadow village.

Runaan merely stares at the other elf, eyes narrowed in caution.

“Did you set something on fire?”

Aaravos merely laughs, making you look at him with all of the same caution, but a plethora more of curiosity, if only from the glimmer of playfulness in his eyes as he smiles even wider.

“No,” the older elf says softly, his eyes glancing off to the side. “But I did teach some of the children how to glamor rocks as poisonous insects.”

As if on queue, both you and Runaan turn to look where Aaravos’ eyes are, only to see a small group of children run past screaming in delight and every single one of them with stones clutched in their hands.

“Aaravos,” Runaan sounds exasperated already. “You can’t just do that, it will mess up their training and cause a mess that-”

You drop the blade and whetstone so you can reach a now-free hand to grab his, stopping the words of argument before they can begin.

“It’s not going to hurt anyone.”

You feel a smile on your lips and watch as Runaan looks at you, takes in your words, but looks back to Aaravos with caution still nipping at his thoughts.

Somewhere in the exchange, Aaravos takes your other hand in his, leaving the three of you in a silence that takes a long time to break. It would be hard to describe your relationship to the two elves to anyone–it’s hard enough to label it yourself. You’d freed Aaravos from his prison and saved Runaan from death, leaving both of the elves with a sense of debt to you.

Debt that became companionship.

A year is a long time, after all, and it can change a lot of things. Perceptions, understanding, relationships. It can break connections and forge trust in the same blow and, honestly, it’s left the three of you unsure where you stand in life–it feels almost as if each of you had somehow escaped death itself and were trying to find yourselves in a world that had been prepared to go on without you.

Maybe love is a good word to describe it. Forged in debt and cemented by time, made strong only by shared little moments, comfort and companionship. It might be the right word, but it’s not one you’re ready to use just yet, and it feels like Runaan and Aaravos feel much the same.

You feel both of their grips on your hand tighten, just a little bit.

“I doubt they’ll even be able to do the spell properly,” you say gently, glancing from one man to the other.

“Don’t underestimate them,” Aaravos muses softly, the words spoken with almost a vague sense of pride. “For being so young they are exceptionally talented; you shouldn’t be so hard on them, Runaan.”

You watch as Aaravos’ smile curls into something wicked, on the teasing side of mocking, as if the two of them have had a similar conversation in the past that you’ve not been privy to.

Runaan merely makes a noise of exasperation, seeing his defeat in the conversation.

“Fine,” he mumbles, eventually pinching the bridge of his nose. “I can tell when I’m outnumbered. At least promise me you won’t teach them how to light something aflame.”

There’s a tone in his voice, as if it’s something spoken with previous experience.

Aaravos takes in a breath and slowly leans his body against your shoulder; he is warm and gentle in both voice and movement. Runaan eventually does the same, squishing you gently between the two elves as they lean against you, your hands held in a gesture not one of you will label.

“Oh, I don’t need to teach them a spell for that,” there’s a cryptic, toying note in Aaravos’ words. “A piece of flint and steel is less troublesome.”

Before Runaan can respond, there’s a familiar commotion coming from down the path. Screams and shouts fill the air before you catch the sight of a group of children–the same as before–come barreling down they way. Ranging from small child to young teen they run, almost clamoring over one another, all holding fistfuls of candy in their hands.

They’re chased by a man, who stops to catch his breath in front of you, Runaan and Aaravos. He pants and leans forward, hands on his knees and face quickly looking up to all three of you.

“Runaan, I have no idea how it happened,” he starts, rubbing a hand over his face. “There is a nest of scorpions in my shop.”

All three of you are silent for a few seconds, but you can feel two very powerful emotions flowing from either side of you: one is annoyance, but the other is immense, smug-colored pride

“Very talented children indeed,” is all Aaravos cares to say, expression mischievous as ever.