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firstdegreefangirl · 2 years

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Time to go Home

“Honestly, sometimes I think I love this apartment more than I love you,” Taylor swings her feet from where she’s sitting on Buck’s kitchen island, heels knocking against the cabinet doors. A wine glass rests between her fingers; Buck has lost count of how many times she’s refilled it tonight.

He doesn’t know when she stopped coming over without drinking. It’s telling, he thinks, that Taylor only seems to keep his company when there’s alcohol involved.

Or maybe that one goes the other way. He looks at the beer bottle in his own hand, trying to convince himself to put it down. He can’t get himself to let go of the smooth glass. That’s new, but it’s not a constant. He’s perfectly capable of staying sober when he’s with Maddie or Chimney or Hen or Bobby or Eddie.

But as soon as Taylor gets home from work, he’s offering up drinks. Either one of them had a good day and they’re celebrating, or they’re mourning a hard shift. It’s easier that way: get a little tipsy, fall into bed together, have some mind-blowing sex, rinse and repeat.

Taylor is buzzed. He can see it in the flush of her cheeks, the way her torso sways as she talks. She doesn’t seem to have noticed that he isn’t listening; she’s still going on about the natural lighting and the stainless steel fixtures and the way the sunrise hits the loft every morning.

She’s waxing poetic about his apartment, but lately he can’t get more than a habitual “love you too” when they part ways in the morning.

Well. Drunk words are sober thoughts, right?

“Keep it.” He cuts her off.

“What?”

“The apartment. If you like it so much, then keep it.” The words are out of his mouth almost before the thoughts have cleared his brain. But the more he says, the more he realizes that it’s true, and it’s been a long time coming. “You feel at home here? The place is yours. I’ll sublet what’s left of the lease, and we can move it to your name when you renew it.”

“Buck … it’s your home.”

“No, it’s just my residence. Home is where the heart is, right?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means … this has never felt like home to me, Tay. I thought maybe it could, once upon a time. All the open space, perfect for inviting people over, you know? But … no one ever hangs out here, really, except the two of us.”

“So, what, you’re moving out? Where are you going to live?”

“I … I don’t know. But if you love the apartment more than me, it’s yours.” He’s not sure if he means that she loves the apartment more than he does, or that she loves the apartment more than she loves him.

He’s not sure it matters.

All he’s sure of is that he doesn’t want to spend another night drinking just so he can stand being around his own girlfriend.

Ex-girlfriend.

That’s going to take some getting used to, but he can already tell that it’s more about the sting of another failed relationship than it is about losing Taylor’s place in his life.

But what was it that he’d said to Eddie, however many months ago? You owe it to her to be honest, and I know what it’s like to be in love with someone who’s not all the way in, and stick it out?

Maybe it’s his turn to be on the other side of that. Maybe this time, he’s not all the way in.

Maybe he is all in, but not here.

Because when Taylor asked him where he’s going to live, there’s only one place that popped into his head. One place he could picture that truly feels like home.

“Buck …" Taylor tries to protest, but she doesn’t get any further than his name.

“Don’t,” he says, finally loosening his grasp on the beer bottle. “I’ll get some stuff together for a few nights, and we can figure out how we’re doing the rest of it another day.”

“If you’re sure.” Buck can’t figure out the emotion behind Taylor’s words, but she’s not arguing with him. So he steps away from the counter, leaving Taylor behind in the kitchen that never really felt like his.

He takes the stairs two at a time, up to the loft where he pulls a duffle bag out of the closet. He packs his toiletries, a few shirts, a change of jeans and clean underwear.

As he’s contemplating whether he should toss a hoodie onto the top of the pile, he slides his phone out of his back pocket and types out a text.

What’re my two favorite guys up to tonight?

Move night. Wallace and Gromit, I think. Why? Isn’t it date night in?

Not so much. Long story, might need a place to crash for a few days. Room for one more, if I bring popcorn?

Always room for you here.

Buck replies with a thumbs up and a popcorn emoji. Then he slides the bag strap over his shoulder and takes a deep breath.

It’s time for him to go home.

#I literally wrote this in half an hour #shampooed the idea loose and now here we are #911 #9-1-1 fanfic #9-1-1 #911 fanfic #evan buckley #taylor kelly #eddie diaz #katie writes #kw22 #might post this on ao3 later #idk #but for now it's #tumblr exclusive

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crybaby-bkg · 4 months

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I think Deku has a bit of a mean streak, actually. he’s no Bakugou—that’s for sure—but he’s not this innocent, sweet angel baby that the media has painted him out to be. but you only catch it when you least expect it, when you’re pushing his nerves, when the stakes to everything around him are high, when he’s tired of endless sleepless nights and just—snaps.

“Oh?” you go, grin unfurling like some grinch, chin resting on your hands as you leer at him from across his expansive desk. “You’re mean.” your words are teasing, a snarl that curls your mouth up. Deku stutters, eyes going wide, jaw snapping shut in surprise as he tries to think back on how rude he just sounded.

“No, I’m not—I mean, you wouldn’t stop and I just—there’s a lot on my plate right now—and you just—you keep on—I’m not—I’m not mean.” He’s sputtering, hands all over the place, the glasses perched on the bridge of his nose falling even lower with how he jabbers on and on. it’s endearing really, to see how he tries to upkeep his image of being so kind and understanding, even though his nostrils just flared at you. and his eyebrows turned down and he gritted at you, his hands were balled into fists, his words were so nasty, so ugly, so unbecoming for Deku.

you liked it. loved it even—vowed to get him like this every single fucking second that you could.

you pick and poke at him whenever you see him, teasing him and pulling at him. pushing him around even though the hero is so much stronger than you, so much bigger. and he lets you, tries to defend himself but—that’s not what you want. you want the ugliness, the snark, the mean.

he snaps, eventually, when you least expect it. grabs you up in black whip when you go to push him against the wall for the third time in only a minute, his eyes suddenly dark, the aura of the room suddenly charged.

“That’s what I was looking for.” you whisper to him, the grin spreading your face quickly dissipating in only seconds when you become the prey. when you become the one pushed up against the wall with teeth at your neck, a hand in your underwear, bullying your hole with too thick fingers.

“Why do you want me to act like this? Be so mean to you, huh?” he sounds so frustrated with himself, with you, growling and nipping and licking when you don’t answer quick enough. but your breath is caught in your lungs because finally—finally, did you get what you wanted. it just took a little bit of pushing, you suppose.

#omg I wrote this idea down last night and couldn’t even type it up #bc I took some sleep meds and it put me out SO FUCKING QUICK????#usually I don’t lay down until like an hour and a half or two #but it was literally like 40 mins and I was DONE!!!!#but I finally wrote it :D #there’s also been so much talk of him on the dash and i am. very much so liking this #I miss him bc I don’t think about him enough #but I also think he can be. so mean. like NASTY mean when his limits are pushed enough #ohhhh my god I wont him so bad #okay gn I took more meds bc my pelvis has been in so much pain????#just the right side too??? omg AM I DYING GELP #—new treat in the streets! 🍫#deku treats! 🍬

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orpheuslament · 2 years

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Autumnal, Dante Émile

#can i offer you some bad poetry on these trying times #words #poetry #dante émile #autumn #poets on tumblr #trans poets on tumblr #i literally just wrote this in like half an hour so it might suck but i promised ppl on instagram more poetry so. there #gonna add transcript when i get home sorry!#also fun fact i wrote the first stanza in paris months ago

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smoosnoom · 1 year

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corollary

“Okay,” Mike echoes. “So, I was – thinking. We should sleep together." Will, for some reason, still looks lost, but he looks cute – sweet, like that, pink cheeks and eyes wide and glossy and the slight furrow of his eyebrows like Mike has given him something outlandish. “I,” he starts, “don’t understand.”

Mike proposes a sleepover.

Unsurprisingly, no sleeping is done.

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toxxtt · 1 year

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dex consistently has the shittiest luck in kotlc and no one talks abt it. he doesn't even get fun and cool situations like fighting bad guys he just gets locked in random rooms

for context this was during the scene in book 5 where they go into a weird room that is connected to a mirror door (?) and sophie, tam and fitz yet yooted off to a neverseen hideout

#my effort went down a LOT drawing this i only had like an hour and a half #poor dex ... getting left behind literally and figuratively #kotlc #keeper of the lost cities #my arts #dex dizznee #fitz vacker #sophie foster #tam song #when i wrote kotlc on the last page for some reason the l didnt ahow up?????

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bambino1294 · 3 months

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Eat Your Young

A Time Travel Fic — Playlist

? Chapters | ? Words | Rated M

“This, however, is not the same boy she reaped the first time. He is not soft and teary, he is warped and hardened. His hands are lightly bandaged, coiled rags disappearing into his sleeves, and something behind his eyes is already scarring, already scarred. This is not the same boy she sent off to a Quarter Quell but, then again, she is not the same Escort he left behind either.”

OR

The prisoners of war try again.

#bam writes #eat your young #hunger games #thg fanfiction #peeta mellark #effie trinket #johanna mason #hayffie #everlark #me vs my hyperfixations #I haven’t even seen tbosas I’ve just been reading some really good everlark fics recently #literally wrote half the opening sequence at work #little old me sitting at the front desk with my notebook in hand #scribbling thoughts as the night wears on and I speak to literally no one for two hours until my manager sends me home early #that was how this fic became more than just a thought #anyway title from the king himself Hozier; because eyy is such a hunger games coded song #throws up because posting in new fandoms is scary #also this first chapter is SO short #and i'm not used to that at all #coping with a below 1k opener *dies on the spot*

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daveydavs · 5 months

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IM NORMAL IM NORMAL IM NORMAL IM-

#DID I JUST SPEND MULTIPLE HOURS BINGING MURDER DRONES??#YES YES I DID #AND AFTER LITERAL YEARS DID I FINALLY FALL IN LOVE WITH THE FEMALE CHARACTERS OF THE SHOW???#YES I MOTHER FUCKING DID #I LITERALLY LOVE EVERY SINGLE CHARACTER AND I WANT TO BE N HE IS BABY BOY AND ASPIRE TO BE-#HALF AS A DECENT PERSON HE AND IS #AND THE GIRLS??? THE GIRLS!!! UZI AND HER HOT TOPIC PRIME ERA DESIGN COUPLED-#WITH EVERYONE BEING SCARED OF HER IS SUCH A GOTH/EMO GIRL THING???#I ALSO JUST REALLY LOVE HOW THEY WROTE HER; MAINLY BECAUSE I WAS ALSO AN OVERDRAMATIC TEEN #I ALSO JUST WANNA LEARN MORE ABOUT HER AND HER MOM; ALSO JUST LIKE #Okay im done with caps basically i just love the way they are writing Uzi and N's relationship #its clear they're basically just kids; kids who are severely messed up but are able to find comfort in each other.#I'm extremely tired and this probably doesnt make sense but its okay lmao #murder drones

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yangjeongin · 3 months

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<- person who has pavloved herself into only being able to work while listening to miroh

#carly.txt #literally had the worst time ever trying to work today literally spent four hours doing nothing #put on miroh got a snack and more tea and wrote 1k in an hour and a half #an hour and a half more work left hopefully i can finish the assignment i was supposed to finish FRIDAY

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autisticlancemcclain · 2 years

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Should Lance have told the team earlier?

Yeah, probably. But he didn’t, so it was moot point. It was too late, now — at this point, he feels like it would be almost insulting.

Like, how the fuck is he supposed to say ‘hey, y’all. Y’know how we pilot a mecha mind-meld robot lion together? And we’re supposed to trust each other implicitly? Well! You see, twelve years ago, me and my dumbass sisters went on an adventure in a little moonpool we found. This pool happened to be magic, and now whenever I touch water I grow a fucking tail.’

Yeah. No.

Lance had the perfect opportunity to say something after the real life, genuine, actual occurrence of a mermaid planet he rescued came up in conversation. He could have dropped the bomb then. Hell, he could have removed a glove or something while he was down there and then at least Hunk would have seen!

But alas, Lance had been a bit preoccupied with, y’know, freeing a race of enslaved, brainwashed alien mermaids to be thinking that far ahead. He feels like he has an excuse for that one.

His excuse for his continued silence on the matter?

Well. He has anxiety. Also, he’s a chronic people-pleaser. He’s a little freaked about the reactions forthcoming for keeping such a huge secret, as well, so he feels like he’s trapped in a feedback loop from hell.

On top of that, the explanation of the mermaid incident is objectively humiliating. He can’t even blame genetics or a curse or anything. He just shares one brain cell with his sisters, and unfortunately they left it at home one night and were turned into creatures of myth.

All this is to say that yes, Lance fully understands that his current situation is 100% on him (well, 99% on him. Maria gets 1% of the blame for all eternity as jumping into the moonpool was her dumbass decision). Lance looks up to where Keith is standing, slack-jawed, towel dropped to the floor, staring at what is unmistakably a giant tail in place of Lance’s legs. He has not blinked in several minutes.

“Would you believe that you’re sleep deprived and this is a dream brought to you by your unyielding lust and thirst for my otherworldly form?” Lance tries.

“You’re a fish,” Keith breathes after several minutes of stunned silence.

Lance can’t help the haughty snoot, as ridiculous as he knows he’s being. “Half fish,” he corrects. “I am still very much half god of sexy. You know what, I don’t even have this thing —” he flips his tail, causing Keith to jump, which makes Lance smirk despite himself and the situation — “all the time, so technically I’m only a quarter fish. An eighth, maybe.”

“Why the fuck are you a fish?!”

Keith’s tone has quickly shifted from one of bewildered and unbelieving astonishment to one of alarm. Perhaps the movement startled his caveman brain.

“Perhaps your caveman brain was startled by the sudden movement,” Lance says out loud, fully aware he’s being a dick. “But I don’t believe that’s any of your business. I can be half fish if I so please, and you can’t stop me. Maybe I want to be half bird, next! Or half butterfly!”

“Lance, what the fuck are you talking about?”

Lance throws his hands up, and allows himself to feel some of the panic he feels brewing in his chest. “I don’t know! I’m stressed out! You weren’t supposed to be in here! I was supposed to be able to dry off before anyone saw me! I think I’m allowed to be a little nonsensical for a while!”

Lance can feel the burn of tears in his eyes, and is humiliated to feel himself begin to cry. Aw, man, fuck, is the mermaid thing not bad enough? Does he really have to fucking cry in front of his esteemed rival?

“Please don’t cry,” Keith says, visibly panicked.

Lance sobs, which prompts Keith to surge forward.

Keith carefully kneels down next to him, giving the tail a wide berth, and and hesitantly pats Lance on the shoulder. “Uh, there there?”

Lance wails harder. Oh, why couldn’t Hunk have found him? Or Coran? Or even Pidge! Why did he have to get stuck with the one who handles emotional people the way one might handle a particularly volatile and rabid squirrel?

“Uh, it’s all going to be good!” Keith tries again, increasingly frantic. “I’m not mad! Just a little surprised! I didn’t know you were a mermaid, so I think that’s justified a little! Sorry! Please stop sobbing!”

Despite the misery of the situation at large, Lance feels laughter bubbling up his throat. Maybe it’s hysteria, maybe it’s the overwhelming emotion. Maybe it’s the fact that Keith’s panicked face is always funny. Regardless, he knows that if he starts laughing right now, his tears and snot still running down his face, Keith will absolutely freak out and go get backup, and Lance would like to keep this clusterfuck of a situation on a need-to-know basis, thanks.

He takes a deep breath, and then another, trying to get his emotions under control.

Fine. This is fine. All he has to do is convince Keith to keep his mouth shut, and then he can continue to be devoured by guilt and plagued with the burdens of secrets for the rest of his time in space, which could be decades. All is well.

“Please don’t tell anyone,” Lance begs the second he has the tears mostly under control.

“Why?” Keith responds automatically.

Lance blinks at him, incredulous.

“Uh, I mean, sure. I’ll keep your gigantic secret for you. No problem. I love lying to people, especially about the fact that mermaids exist on Earth. This is fine and good.”

Lance rolls his eyes, dragging a hand down his face. “Look,” he says carefully, “this is a… perilous situation. I understand that me keeping a big secret is not great. But… I’ve grown up knowing that this is a secret that could get me killed, or hurt, or worse, even.” Lance ignores Keith’s mutter of “What the fuck is worse than killed or hurt?”, continuing on his tirade. “I’m not ashamed or anything, and it’s not that I don’t trust you guys, but this is kind of a huge deal. I’ve never had to tell anyone about this before, I don’t even know where to start. Hell, I didn’t even know if anyone would’ve believed me —”

“I would’ve,” Keith interjects. At Lance’s look of confusion, he clears his throat, glancing down. “Believed you, that is. I would’ve believed you.”

“Oh,” Lance says. He doesn’t really know what to make of that, or the weird feeling it brings him. “Thanks, I guess.” That feels inadequate, somehow, but he’s not sure how else to respond.

He coughs, running a hand down his scales. “Oh, I’m almost dry,” he comments.

Now Keith is the one looking at him in confusion.

“Watch,” Lance says, and in seconds, Lance closes his eyes as he feels the familiar, tingly feeling of his body turning back human.

When he opens them again, Keith’s jaw is dropped, and he looks almost as shocked as he did walking into the pool and seeing the… situation for the first time.

“I’m only a mermaid when I’m wet, Lance explains.

Keith snaps his jaw shut, shaking his head. “I guess it can’t get any weirder,” he says idly.

Lance snorts. “Just you wait until I tell you how I got into this stupid conundrum.”

part two

#this is literally me just fucking around lmfao #like i wrote this a half hour ago and it shows but i’ve yet to go a day without posting and i refuse to lose that streak 😩#vld #voltron #lance #lance mcclain #mermaid lance #merlance #keith #keith kogane #keith kogane is a mess #crack #tbh #no plot #my writing #fic fragment #longpost

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lunareiitic · 1 month

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The message the writers of FF7 were clearly trying to get across: Look at how perfect Cloud and Tifa are for each other, look how we definitely intend for them to be the couple you root for *thinks about that interview I read where they talked about how they originally were gonna have a scene that heavily implied they fucked* The message I actually received after playing FF7: Jesus CHRIST thinking about romance when the world is ending is BAD, both options for Cloud are bad ideas! He needs to be left alone and maybe go on a beach vacation

#I just spent half an hour looking for a specific quote from tifa and discovered literally all of the shit the writers of that game have said #and like its abundantly clear that they think that cloud and tifa are soulmates and like. sure.#but also. did they play the game they wrote or?#the cloud and tifa were supposed to fuck in the chocobo stable interview bit I read was a lot like why do that to them #also the fact that cloud can end up golden saucer dating with yuffie is kind of hilarious but also evil #playing this game is like huffing straight heterosexuality at points

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singsweetmelodies · 7 months

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*charles wtf discord react*

#my fellow piarlie friends... particularly those of you who are against the cursed ship aka l*stappen...#i have just made a discovery that has made me simultaneously hopping mad and incredulous and deeply disgusted #and i have been ranting about it in the besties' dms for almost half an hour now but im going to put it here too #because honestly WHAT THE FUCK #you see #some lestappie - some fucking delusional; embarrassingly desperate lestappie - decided to write a charles/max fic #IN WHICH THEY TOOK THE PIARLES TENNIS DATE AND WENT ''NO ACTUALLY LET'S MAKE IT MAX''#i am not joking. they genuinely WROTE MAX INTO PIERRE'S PLACE for the monte carlo masters tennis date #i am still sat here with my jaw on the fuckign FLOOR to be honest with you #how desperate do you have to be to take a canon event FROM ANOTHER SHIP and write your character in??? like????#i would be. literally SO EMBARRASSED if i ever did that #well i DONT have to because unlike some ships; piarles actually like each other and CHOOSE to spend time with each other #but yeah....#the delusion levels of the lestappies are truly through the roof. what the actual FUUUUUCK #and also. HOW BLOODY DARE THEY #i am irrationally mad about this lmfao #i may or may not process it by writing a fic that has max at the monte carlo masters too... trying to get in charles' pants or smth...#BUT FAILING HORRIFICALLY BECAUSE PIERRE IS THERE. and charles only wants pierre #charles also avoids max like 'ew wtf are you doing here'#would that be a very toxic thing to write and do? yes of course #am i going to do it anyway?#honestly..... PROBABLY #🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🤬#is how i feel about this #HONESTLY.

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that-was-anticlimactic · 1 year

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all fluttering and dancing in the breeze

🍃written for @nobamaki-bigbang🍃

“Great! Okay, so I’m assuming we all know how to play baseball, right?” Maki asked.

Everyone was nodding, and Nobara was about to scoff and say duh, was about to proudly announce that she was actually a fantastic baseball player. But…

But then she glanced at Maki—sweet, gorgeous, Maki with a determined fire blazing in her eyes—and she had an idea. A terrible, devious, but quite possibly genius idea.

“Um, actually,” she spoke up, much louder than necessary, “actually, I, uh… I don’t know how to play baseball.” She fluttered her eyelids and smiled shyly, grabbing a strand of her hair and twirling it around her fingers as if she were the epitome of innocence.

[or: nobara pretends that she doesn't know how to play baseball so she can spend time/flirt with maki]

🍃11,157 words | nobamaki🍃

🍃art on tumblr here & here🍃

🍃art on twitter here & here🍃

#corey writes:)#AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH #GUYS I FINALLY FINISHED #IT TOOK SO LONG #this fic was originally going to be 4.5k words MAX and that CLEARLY didn't happen lol #i pushed myself to try something new this time and wrote something a little out of my comfort zone! it's a baseball fic!!!#i am really proud of how it turned out like it's not my favorite fic ever nor like Great but it's Great in the sense that this is Not my #typical style of writing and i'm proud of myself for finishing and finishing with SO MUCH written!#i actually like. need to go to bed lol - my first alarm goes off in like five and a half hours i just. today's my posting date and i REALLY #wanted to post it today! i worked SO HARD all day between teaching/student teaching and meeting with my supervisor ahhhhhhhhhhhh #there is art!!! my artist is not on tumblr but gave me permission to repost it here with credit sooooooo i am SO pumped and ready for y'all #to see it! it's literally SO PRETTY AHHHHHH they are SO TALENTED so everyone go follow them on twitter if you have one!#okay actual tags now sorry y'all just really proud of myself for finishing and finishing on time #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #nobamaki #jjk fanfic #kugisaki nobara #zenin maki #nobara swears so much in this y'all it was rough iouygtfcdxfcghujijuhygf #okay i need sleep i just always get so nervous when posting lol #MWAH GOODNIGHT! <3

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daughterofyourdarklord · 8 months

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Towering turrets which far surpassed the grandeur of Hogwart’s own stood as tall and rife with dark magic as Bellatrix herself seemed to, faces of dragons and ancient Blacks from the 13th century glaring down at mother and daughter as they stood before the heavy, imposing gates.

“You know — I hope — how sacred we Black witches are. We take rights of passage onto the ancestral home when we become of age.” Grey eyes turn over her younger witch. Sometimes her gaze stilled over her, studying her face. All she remembered at times was the little child she’d had torn from her arms. “I trust my aunt and my father told you what you needed to know.”

The late evening sun glinted off the blade she raised. She turned it fluidly in her palm, clutching the silver between long thin digits, hilt offered.

“You spill your blood only once.”

She showed her own palm as if it would offer certainty. All that remained was a faded line, an ancient scar from three decades past. Delphini would be ingrained in the stone and the earth, she’d be bound forever to the house of Black just as her mother was.

They would know. The moment her blood would touch the door, Delphini would hear it. Whispers, magic of green and white and blue and black cloaking ethereally, stars shimmering on the doors, her name written into the most noble and ancient house of Black, acceptance would be given.

All Bellatrix could hope that was that the magic she’d done — or rather, undone — years ago, would be enough to grant her heiress entry.

Delphini smiles up at her mother, eyes twinkling a bit as she jokes.

“I think you already know the answer to that one, mum.” If there was one thing Auntie Walburga and grandfather put an emphasis on it was Black tradition. Not that Delphini had minded, she’d soaked it up, all too eager to learn about the family she was almost taken away from.

The dagger is cold in her hands, the metal of it gleaming amongst the night.

This is it.

Her smile falters a bit as she brings the blade to her palm. Normally, she’d never hesitate, but Delphini knew… She knew there was a chance that this magic, this ancestry, might outright reject her. Her blood was, of course, of House Black, of House Gaunt - of Salazar Slytherin himself - some of the purest blood in all of the wizarding world, tainted.

Delphini could only hope that that ancient and noble blood she grew up worshiping was potent enough to cleanse whatever muggle filth had infiltrated their family. Father had done everything he could to wipe it (him) out, now it was up to Delphini to prove it.

She drove the blade in perhaps deeper than necessary, relishing in the bite of the silver before raising her hand to the handle boldly. Here we go.

A wave of magic radiates upward the instant her blood seeps into the wrought iron, echoes of the ancient rites suddenly whispering all around her, some sounding like they were coming from just behind, others right in her ear. Delphi shivers, the smile returning to her face as she closes her eyes as though it will help her listen to their words more clearly.

She sees them, the faces of the hundreds that had come before her - she looks like them. The same distinguished bones sheathed beneath impeccable pale skin, those nearly too full lips, elegant black waves framing symmetrical features. The eyes though, Delphini has those muggle eyes.

Still, they were speaking to her - calling for her.

She loses sight of them all, now lost somewhere amongst the stars. Someone new is chanting, amidst the constellations she turns. It is her mother, only it is not. Bellatrix is pregnant, the stars reflecting in her entirely black eyes. She has a hand on her prominent stomach, runes climbing up her neck and down her arms. Suddenly, she looks right at Delphini-

She gasps as a force shoves her backwards, eyes shooting open. The door burns hot, her wound cauterizing from the intensity of it. Still, she does not let go.

In a burst of magic the gate flies open, nearly taking her arm with it. Delphini freezes for a moment, almost shell shocked, waiting for something to happen. She is entranced by the growing magic, those same voices seeming to lure her deeper into the castle.

“It worked!” She cries, turning around only to immediately throw herself into her mother’s arms, laughing joyfully against the older witch’s shoulder. Bellatrix had done this for her, Delphini knows it (saw it), her mother had thought her all those years ago and found a way to ensure she’d be granted entry. The younger witch pulls away gently, looking up into her mother’s eyes and hoping her own were reflecting all the words she wanted to say but couldn’t. All she could manage was a gentle:

“Thank you, mama.”

#phew #this felt like a workout #I literally wrote this while I sat on hold with IT for two and a half hours because my expense portal at work got so fucked #for the record its still not fixed #anyways #yay for black family magic that I still don't 100p understand but love figuring it out #also yay for world building #we got ways to go ladies and gentleman #cause y'all know delphini is just not getting in that easy #right #delphini #delphi #Bellatrix lestrange #house black #rituals and such #that's putting it lightly

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zushimart · 1 year

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its liketalking to. wa ll.

edit: person i was arguing w talked it out w me & we had a convo ab scara in the notes tht i really liked. sooo... u shld read it if u like my other scara analysis posts !!:3

#they took jokes srsly and then ignored half the things i did praise the quest for #and the fact tht i know scara wnted t o effing kill himself nd was so impulsive like #i literlaly wrote up a whole thing like an hour ago talking ab how i understand??#why he would want to do this ??#nd that it makes sense ??#its just weird that the narrative LET HIM #that user also believes cbt even works #like i was literally criticizing the quest for just Telling him that he has value #like i literally agreed w the point they were making but theyre arguing w me like i said something else #they also mentioned tht i cared ab ships??#as if mentioning a charas in game connections to other characters is ONLY about ships?#like what scaramouche did affected the kaedehara clan #like its a giant part of kazuha's character #meaning that In the future #not specifically this quest #they cant interact and they have to drop the whole balladeer story line from kazuha #its just weird #i wasnt mad ab them not being able to kiss or smth help #i dont even ship kazuscara #HELSPJKAKJ #its also weird tht they said tht scara doesnt care ab other ppls opinions #bc he literally does thts why he killed everyone in tatarasuna #bc he felt betrayed #like the whole point of scaras chara is that he cares so very deeply about humans #??? like waaa #Waaa #wah #they just pulled a bunch of strawmans out of absolutely nowhere and argued with them like i said them #but i didnt even say that stuff #im sooo confused how im supposed to engage w someone who's so mad ab me saying things i didnt even say

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fbfh · 8 months

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Earlier this evening while i was eating dinner, i decided to rewatch descendants (like any other sensible person🙄) and thought “hm…ben reminds me of someone..🤔” i proceeded to open tiktok because i have the attention span of an ipad kid and a rafe cameron edit came up. THEN IT HIT ME. RAFE CAMERON AND BEN FLORIAN LOOK SO SIMILAR. So obviously i texted my friend about it, AND SHE SAYS HE LOOKS LIKE SAM WINCHESTER??? DO ALL OF MY CRUSHES JUST LOOK THE SAME OR???

DNFJWJFNEND YES. they do a little handshake and take turns fluttering you for fun and profit.

#tumblr user rainforest daisies #literally why do our faves all look vaguely similar and like ruining our lives #also speaking of Ben im formatting and scheduling curiosity 5 tomorrow #pov you have a horrible cold/flu and wrote a little over 2k words in like an hour snd a half??#i slept for 7 hours straight in the middle kf the dsy on friday #wnd ive felt like shit ever since /lh #so more sleeping time

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releaseholiday · 11 months

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"#I have a lot of thoughts on how unhealthy their relationship with their job is" please share

#well hl both have said themselves that tour isn’t real life #so they’re trapping themselves in this limbo trying to squeeze everything out while they still can bc it’s obvious they think if they stop #it’s all gonna end #i think they’re doing the same thing aka burrying themselves in work but for different reasons #louis is doing this bc tour is the only thing that’s going well in his career #obviously he’s had some obstacles that were out of his control and maybe there’s something that still is but he literally gave up #on expanding his audience #he got way too comfortable with his fanbase bc he realized he can do whatever and they’ll still stay so why even bother #it looks like he doesn’t even care about the music side of it anymore #like he’s fully admitting he only wrote ftft to go on tour with it #so he can stand on stage holding the mic stand for an hour and a half and take shots with fans at the barricade and remove songs from #the playlist bc he’s too hungover to sing them #and Harry’s burrying himslef in tour bc money lol #and he’s not even making any effort like his stadium shows look exactly like his arena shows #same songs same outfits same speeches same interactions #meanwhile his shows cost unfairly big amount of money #where is all that money going huh definitely not on production #I’m not expecting him to have back up dancers and fireworks bc that’s not his style but like at least do something different lol #for people in the nosebleeds he’s nothing but a singing ant #if you want to be at a stadium level you have to make it a show for everyone to enjoy and not just the front row #especially for that amount of money #anyway this turned into a rant on a different topic aldkhsd #basically I just think they’re drowning themselves in work they’re so obsessed with money and staying relevant instead of like letting #themselves heal and rest and work on other parts of their lives #when I look at them now everything is very shallow and superficial #sorry if this is harsh but 🤷‍♀️

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