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eternal-curse · 6 months

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imagine if popular vampire media characters all had tumblr. that would be so hectic lol they’d have so much beef with each other

#this is about to be super out of character for all of them #but humor comes at a price

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👨🏻‍🦲 colin-robinson-69-420 Follow

Callout Post for @mag𝗂strate-murder (aka Astarion Ancunín)

@mag𝗂strate-murder (prev URL was @year-of-the-carr𝗂on-crow) has shown some absolutely vile, revolting, disgusting, toxic— sometimes downright evil— behavior on numerous (and lengthy!) occasions. This behavior has been repeated again and again. I would be willing to forgive and forget all of these things, IF they were first-time events or isolated incidents. They are NOT isolated incidents.

The list includes (but is not limited to):

Trying to attack his friends while they're peacefully slumbering.

The murder of countless (countless!) innocent people.

Theft. Maybe even robbery. Idfk.

Showing annoyance at the idea of saving entire groups of people from being enslaved or mass murdered. (These were two separate occasions... Yuck!)

I know I’m posting this at 8 o’cock, so many vampblr users may be currently asleep, but it’s my civic duty to provide information for the uh. The people at large. So there are more details, more moral crimes, and proof of all of the heinous actions this spawn has committed under the cut.

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🗡 magistrate-murder

I'm flattered. You just can't take me off of your mind, can you? Do you dream of me? I hope they're nightmares. 💕

🩸 blood-and-book-reviews Follow

I love how "theft" is directly between "killing innocent people" and "is chill with subjugation and mass murder"

🎸 the-vampire-queen

#did anyone else notice how they said 'moral crimes' #as if murder and theft and etc are legal? #lol? #weird... #<- prev's tags #my tags -> #YES OMG I NOTICED THAT TOO. #also what the eff? OP had to point out that astarion's a spawn? #why does it matter that he isn't a full vampire? #as someone who’s a vampire/demon hybrid that’s kind of a red flag to me :/ #ugh this is SO not math

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📚 j-harker

I’m missing @m𝗂ss-mina-murray. Currently out of the country for work.

💁🏼‍♀️ slayer-summers

Oh, I'm sorry :( At least the view is beautiful, where are you?

📚 j-harker

Transylvania. Why?

💁🏼‍♀️ slayer-summers

Get Out Of There Immediately Jonathan Harker Leave Get Out Now Get Out Go Leave Go Now

#buffy talks #slayer posting

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🎸 the-vampire-queen

I just learned about "vegan vampires." That's so stupid. Just eat the color red ???? It's NOT that hard

🎀 miss-draculaura

🎸 the-vampire-queen

I'll make an exception for you

🎀 miss-draculaura

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🐺 the-vampire-lestat

A preview of my upcoming book:

I am the vampire Lestat. I'm immortal. More or less. The light of the sun, the sustained heat of an intense fire-these things might destroy me. But then again, they might not.

I'm six feet tall, which was fairly impressive in the 1780s when I was a young mortal man. It's not bad now. I have thick blond hair, not quite shoulder length, and rather curly, which appears white under fluorescent light. My eyes are gray, but they absorb the colors blue or violet easily from surfaces around them. And I have a fairly short narrow nose, and a mouth that is well shaped but just a little too big for my face. It can look very mean, or extremely generous, my mouth. It always looks sensual. But emotions and attitudes are always reflected in my entire expression. I have a continuously animated face.

My vampire nature reveals itself in extremely white and highly reflective skin that has to be powdered down for cameras of any kind.

And if I'm starved for blood I look like a perfect horror- skin shrunken, veins like ropes over the contours of my bones. But I don't let that happen now. And the only consistent indi- cation that I am not human is my fingernails. It's the same with all vampires. Our fingernails look like glass. And some people notice that when they don't notice anything else.

Please, contain your excitement.

🐺 the-vampire-lestat

Who is Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way?

💁🏼‍♀️ slayer-summers

Would you believe me if I told you we're still trying to figure that out?

#buffy talks #well ebony isn't real #but we still don't know who tara is

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🦇 cravensworth-king-of-bottoms

I've heard a rumor about this online webbed site; that is which it is filled to the brim with abstinants, celibates, and the like.

📸 liam-de-lioncunt Follow

Ugh... As much as I hate to use popular gifs, I feel compulsed to post this before anyone else does.

There. I did it first.

🦇 cravensworth-king-of-bottoms

Tonight, we FEAST. NYAH! HAH!

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🎸 the-vampire-queen

Just recorded this Mitski cover

youtube

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🧛🏻‍♂️ tepes-the-first

Why is it that when Gods demand blood, it's called a necessary sacrifice, but when I, Vlad Dracul,

💛 alucard

It's because you're evil.

🧛🏻‍♂️ tepes-the-first

For the last time, change your URL. Your name is Adrian.

📚 j-harker

I didn't know you had a son!

📚 j-harker

Wait, what was the original post about??

🧛🏻‍♂️ tepes-the-first

Don't worry about it.

📚 j-harker

Okay. :)

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💁🏼‍♀️ slayer-summers

I'm starting an emotional support group chat for slayers, does anyone want in?

💑 armand-de-la-cruz

Yes please!

⚔️ nandor-the-relentless-3

Guillermo?

⚔️ nandor-the-relentless-3

Why do you want to be in a vampire slayer group chat Guillermo??????

⚔️ nandor-the-relentless-3

Answer my texts Guillermo

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✨ edward-cullen Follow

My beautiful daughter. Looks just like her mother.

🍷 dimitrescu-winery

Get that wretched monstrosity of a child off of my screen.

🐈‍⬛ carmillas-admirer-sappho

wait, Ravioli is a real child? i thought she was just a photoshop meme of @the-vampire-lestat’s daughter Claudia?

6️⃣ vampire-count-er

What is the Vampblr number of the day? Let’s count the vampires of Tumblr above me in this post to find out!

Ah, that’s one vampire.

TWO! Two vampires!

THREE bloodsucking vampires! Ah ah ah!!

The number of the day is three!

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🐈‍⬛ carmillas-admirer-sappho

💀 real-carmilla

🐈‍⬛ carmillas-admirer-sappho

NO I TAKE IT BACK

CARMILLA I’M SORRY

🐈‍⬛ carmillas-admirer-sappho

BEGONE WHITE GIRL

🐈‍⬛ carmillas-admirer-sappho

please check your dms carmilla i sent you my address

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👨🏻‍🦲 colin-robinson-69-420 Sponsored by Blaze 🔥

The new The Vampire Lestat album sucks.

Get it? It sucks.

Because he’s a vampire.

It’s pretty funny, if you ask me.

#lestat de lioncourt #satan’s night out #the vampire lestat #vampblr #not a callout post

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🌙 werepire

Is no one going to talk about how problematic Marceline’s girlfriend is? Just because they’re both royalty doesn’t mean that Bonnibel can do whatever she wants with no repercussions.

I mean, here’s an article explaining all the horrible stuff she’s done [link]. Are we just going to pretend none of it happened?

👩🏻‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏻 nadja-of-antipaxos

Hard agree. Down with the monarchies.

She can, however, do whatever she wants because she’s hot

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jedusaur · 1 year

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Recs: the best Clint/Bucky fics with under 200 kudos

I just finished combing through the entire Clint Barton/Bucky Barnes tag on AO3 sorted by kudos, which got to be a bit of a slog toward the end, but there were some delightful underappreciated gems buried in the mud. so I decided to share some favorites!

D.I.Y. (Demons In You), by @redteamshark (38k) Clint and Bucky are renovating their new house, Clint is a YouTuber posting progress videos about the renovations, turns out the house is haunted. this one was the inspiration for this list, because based on the quality, length, and posting timeframe, I would expect this to have about 700-1000 kudos, and it has FIFTY-SIX. WHY. it's an engaging AU concept, the plot and relationship arcs are well-executed, it has fewer copyedit-level issues than some of the hugely popular fics, it hits good emotional beats, it's got fun minor character cameos, the HGTV-style home reno details are great. that kudos total is a cosmic error that requires rectification, pls assist

don't care what you did (as long as you love me), by veryrach/@mightymightygnomepriest (21k) a job goes wrong and Clint needs money fast, so he gets a job as "the blond one" for all the boybands in a '90s tribute act, supervised by a mysterious hot bodyguard. super fun but not actually crack-level ridiculous, it mostly plays the premise pretty straight, and at the end it does something interesting with the framing device that my will-they-or-won't-they dopamine response liked very much :D

A Muscle The Size Of Your Fist, by @there-must-be-a-lock (99k) in which Clint and Natasha are trailer park neighbors in 2008, Nat invites him to see her band play, and he meets Bucky in the pit by elbowing him in the face. lots of bandom nostalgia and ~emo kid~ feels in this one

Aw, Blood, No, by @reremouse (19k) Clint gets turned into a vampire and Bucky drags him out on a cross-country road trip to avoid the SHIELD agents trying to imprison him. featuring "blood-lover's pizza" and Tony's Malibu mansion with a private cove full of cars piled up underwater for the Aesthetics

Team Spirit, by @noxnthea (17k) rival ghost hunters, with peak The Sunshine One/The Grumpy One vibes. silly tropey fun :)

Safely Home, by @bluflamingo (5k) soft sweet post-CW fic about Bucky deciding to move in with Clint on his farm instead of going back to New York, over Steve's objections. especially loved this line about Bucky and Steve's dynamic: Bucky, if he was honest, thought their friendship could maybe stand to carry a little less of the weight of history.

love was just a glance away, by drunkonyou (30k) '70s Jersey Shore AU, in which Clint and Bucky meet when they're both contestants on The Dating Game and then spend the weekend on the shore together (warning for homophobic violence near the end)

been lonely too long, by veryrach/@mightymightygnomepriest (10k) a beautiful story about tattoos and pain kink and people being imperfect and messy and doing their best

#recs #fic #marvel #winterhawk #clint barton #bucky barnes #fandom

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m-jelly · 1 year

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So, I wanna say a few things about this request before I answer it. Firstly, I do not do remakes of movies, other animes, or tv shows anymore because a lot of them I haven't seen and therefore would fail to make what you want. Second, please do not send me asks this long in the future as it is a lot for me to make. I have a full-time job and I do this for free. This is way too much for me to do and can be very stressful for me when I'm supposed to be doing this for fun.

Fic notes: The age gap has been removed. I am very uncomfortable with age gaps with Levi that are more than 5 years. Therefore I can make this character five years younger, nothing more. The next note is Levi does not lie to you about being dead. In my rules, it says I do not like misunderstandings and to me, this counts as a misunderstanding. Therefore, you will be very aware of where Levi is and that he is healing. I will do the artist storyline and you are aware of Levi recovering, but he will be recovering in Marley and not Paradise.

If the person who originally sent me this is not happy with the massive changes I have made or how I've spoken in this beginning part, then I am sorry. I can send you to a fic creator who can do exactly what you want, but expect it to be a long fic as this is a massive request.

Reuniting

Pairing: Levi x Fem!Reader

Genre and tags: Slight canon AU kind of not, Post War Levi, fluff, romance, becoming a couple, confessions, artist reader.

Concept: While Levi is healing in Marley, you took up Erwin's suggestion and become an artist. You began painting landscapes and people recovering from war. When you get word that your Captain is returning you paint him a picture and meet him at the docks. You welcome him and his friends back before leading him with Erwin to his new home. Levi visits you and sees your dedication to him after the war leading you both to confess.

Tag list: @levisbrat25 @ladycheesington @skittlelover69 @nbinairyn @nyxiieluna @galactict3a @notgoodforlife @li-anne @strawberrybunny123 @demonsimp6

Your head tilted as you followed the lines and painted yet another portrait of the man that captured your heart. You moved back as you gazed at the painting of Levi you'd made. You blushed hard as you locked eyes with him. You smiled a little and moved it to the wall.

You turned to the stable door with the top open to see a familiar blonde come to visit. You smiled softly at him and waved gently. "Hello. Erwin."

He waved back before leaning on the top of the door. "I bring news."

You covered your paintings before approaching Erwin. "What's up?"

He smiled a little as you inspected his fake arm and made sure your paintings and carvings were still perfect. "Well, a certain friend of ours and your muse is coming home from Marley."

You blushed hard. "Captain?"

He nodded. "That's right."

You whined a bit as your heart raced. "He's all better now?"

"That's right."

You fiddled with your apron. "Good."

He hummed a laugh. "Want to come greet him? He's coming soon."

Your eyes lit up in delight. "Please."

He opened the door for you. "Come on then."

You pulled your apron off and shoved your summer hat on your head. You jumped around as you slipped on your shoes before running out of the house with Erwin. "Wait!" You ran back and grabbed some paper before running back out and collecting the best flowers in your garden. "Welcome home gift."

"He'll like it." He walked with you down your garden path and onto the main road. He smiled a little as you walked together. "How are you feeling? Nightmares gone?"

You hummed. "I have my good days and bad." You frowned a little and shivered. "Do the screams ever stop?" You rubbed your tears away. "Sorry, I shouldn't cry. Just the underground and the war."

Erwin rubbed your back. "You've done so well."

"Thank you." You gazed up at him. "How are you fairing?"

"I get some pains." He sighed and looked at his right hand. "Some phantom feelings. It's strange." He released a long sigh. "I am thankful to you for helping me so much."

You blushed a little. "I'm happy to help. You're a wonderful friend."

He chuckled. "You're mine too." He looked ahead to see people waiting at the docks. He looked out at sea and saw the ship was about to dock. "We're on time."

You clutched the flowers tightly as you watched people come off the ship. You looked around for Levi as your heart throbbed in your chest. You gasped when you recognised him limping with crutches. You couldn't believe how handsome he was. You were so focused on Levi that you didn't even notice Isabel and Furlan.

Erwin waved to the three and gained their attention. "Over here."

Levi moved closer and noticed you standing next to Erwin. His heart raced as the word love drifted into his head and heart. He smiled a little and moved faster towards you both. "Tch, you both didn't need to come out for me."

Erwin shook Levi's hand. "We wanted to."

Levi looked over at you. "You look...beautiful."

You blushed hard. "Th-Thank you." You offered the flowers to him. "F-For you." You stopped a moment. "Oh, that's rude of me with the crutches."

Levi smiled at you. "Well, my friends can take my crutches and you can help me walk."

You nodded and offered your arm to him once he handed his crutches over. "If that's what you want."

He took the flowers and held your arm. "I want this." He limped with you as you guided him to a car waiting for him. He climbed inside with your help. "You'll sit with me, right?"

You climbed into the car and sat next to him. "Sure."

He released a long sigh as the others got their seats. "It's been a long time."

You gripped your dress hard. "Yes, but Marley has the best medical help. So, it made sense for you to be there."

"Did you miss me?"

You blushed and nodded shyly. "Yes."

He moved closer to you. "I missed you too."

You smiled brightly at Levi before kissing his cheek. You went to speak, but the door opened and Levi was helped out of the car. You went to get out, but Erwin climbed in next to you. "Erwin?"

He smiled at you. "We're going home. Levi needs to settle in."

Levi leaned into the car and called your name. He blushed as he gazed at Erwin next to you. "I ah...I'll see you soon. Thank you for the flowers." He cleared his throat. "I'll come visit you, alone."

You shyly waved. "Okay, see you soon."

You returned home and fed Erwin some dinner before he went home to his place, which was just next door to you. You spent a few days painting in your little art room with the top of your stable door open. You played classical music each day and kept hoping Levi would come over, but it was only Erwin, Mike and Hange.

But one day it all changed.

"Tch, fuck brat you are incredible."

You jumped and turned to see Levi leaning on the door. "Captain."

"Levi, please." He looked around your room. "May I come in?"

You nodded and walked over to him. "Sure." You opened the door and let him in. "I'll make you some tea."

"Thank you."

You hurried off to your cottage kitchen. You smiled a little to yourself as you made a pot of tea and a plate of baked cookies made by you. You carried the tray into your art room and placed it on the table. "It's special tea I grow in my garden and I baked the cookies." You looked up to see Levi staring at a painting of him. "Oh...oh no, I'm sorry."

Levi stopped you from covering it up. "It's incredible. You captured me so nicely. I look so at peace." He locked eyes with you. "Is this how you see me?"

You nodded shyly. "Yes."

He pulled you closer. "You see me in such a beautiful manner."

You lowered your head. "I just...I missed you and painting landscapes was nice, but I wanted to paint things that I thought were beautiful and not what others thought." You smiled as you fiddled with your dress. "You."

Levi cradled your face in his hands and kissed you. He leaned closer and kissed you again with a happy hum. He smiled against your lips when you kissed him back with just as much passion and love. He tangled his fingers in your hair as he bit your lip. He pushed his tongue into your mouth and hummed in delight.

He pulled back and blushed a little. "Sorry, my lips aren't nice with the scar."

You blushed hard. "D-Don't be sorry. I l-liked it."

"Good because I liked it too."

You nibbled your lip. "Levi, I'm in love with you. I've been in love with you for so long."

Levi yanked you into his arms and held you. "Me too. I'm madly in love with you. I've wanted to be with you for so long. The one thing that kept me going and holding onto life was knowing I would be with you again and tell you my love for you."

You welled up and smiled at Levi. "I've been desperate to tell you how I feel too." You held his hands. "Where do we go from here?"

"Well, I was hoping we date. I want to be with you. Maybe I could stay with you for a few days? I will be here, then go back to mine for a few days. I would ask you to come over mine, but your job is here." He cleared his throat. "So, what do you think?"

You welled up and smiled happily. "It's perfect. I'm ready to be all yours." You giggled as Levi smiled and wiped your tears. "Then again, I've always been yours."

Levi kissed you and hummed in happiness. "You're right. I've always been yours too." He chuckled. "My darling love. My everything. Mine."

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quietwingsinthesky · 8 months

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Lucifer Kate Milligan

Rating: General Audiences Archive Warning: N/A Fandom: Supernatural Ship: Gen with background Midam Additional Tags: Major Original Character(s), Post-Canon, Children of Characters, Identity Issues, Names, POV Second Person, Father-Daughter Relationship, Growing Up, Angst Wordcount: 1121 Summary:

Your name is Lucifer Kate Milligan, and your father will not tell you why.

You are a baby first, and all this name is, is a collection of sounds that mean you will get tickled or fed. It doesn’t bother you that you don’t know where the sounds came from. You are more concerned with chewing on your dad’s shirt collar or how your father spins you around the kitchen in his arms.

You are a child next, and at school, you are called Kate. It’s on your desk, and your bookbag cubby, and your lunchbox. It begins to bother you that at home you are one name and at school you are another. You tell your friends your father calls you Lucifer, and they snicker. Some of them stop being your friends. Some of them are nicer, call you Lucy.

Your father doesn’t let your friend take you to church, even though you could dress up pretty like them in one of your poofy dresses that he seems to pluck from thin air. Your dad takes him aside, whispers softly, and you leave the room when you see your father’s face turn to stone even as he starts to cry. You leave them embracing. Lucifer Kate Milligan, you tell yourself, you made your father cry. You don’t ask to go to church again.

You curl up in your bed and hide under the covers shaking, not sure what you’re feeling. It’s too big for your body. It’s too old for your soul. In the morning, there are cracks in your bedroom ceiling, along the windows. Your father wakes you up. He looks at the damage done, then at you, and he presses a kiss to your forehead. Something calms inside you. You think you hear him whisper, “Be my little angel for a few more years, please.” You nod and bury yourself in a hug.

He’s invincible because he’s your father. You believe this. There are no cracks in your room when you raise your head again.

You are a teenager, finally. You are Kate, you tell your father, you are only Kate because that’s the name your friends call you. You get into a fight with him for the first time. He doesn’t call you Kate once. He never has.

Kate Milligan, you made your father cry again. It won’t be the last time. You turn the name he chose for you over and over in your head.

Your friend smokes pot under the bleachers and makes out with you sometimes instead of going to class. You tell her your full name, guilty about it in a way you never felt when you were telling kids about it over basketball when you were nine. She stares at you. You stare back because the color of her eyes always entrances you when you’re high. You wish your eyes were as brown as hers, but you’ve got your dad’s blond hair and blue eyes so bright they scare you when you see them in your mirror at night, like there is something wrong with you, like there is a lighthouse spinning inside your skull that flares enough to blind you when you look at yourself too long.

(Your father’s eyes are suns when he gets upset. You never thought it was strange. You don’t meet other people’s parents very often.)

“Lucifer,” she says, “are you joking? Lucifer? ” You nod. She pulls out her phone. You have one, but it’s old like your dad’s. He says he never got used to time moving forward again. You think he’s funny, but you’re too old to tell him that anymore. Your friend opens up Google’s garden gates and leads you to webpage after webpage about Satan. You press against her shoulder as the phone’s brightness hurts your eyes. She whispers out forbidden knowledge until your gym teacher whistles at you.

You get suspended. Your dad drives you home. He’s not mad about the weed. He never gets mad about stuff your friends say their parents tear into them for. You only get in trouble if you don’t come in past curfew. You didn’t even get in trouble last year when you got into a fight and broke a kid’s arm. Your dad believed you when you said you barely touched him. (They had another of their meetings late at night when they thought you were sleeping, and now you’re wondering what all those words meant, why they echoed themselves around the shadow of your namesake.)

“Why am I named after the devil?” you ask.

“Kate?” he says like a man at the top of a cliff digging for a foothold. You know why you’re named Kate. You have pictures of your grandmother all through the house. Your dad talks about her often, sometimes like she’s still here, like he sees her to make new memories every once in a while.

“Lucifer.” You cross your arms.

He stops the car too hard. Your chest aches from the seatbelt digging into it.

“You’re named after your uncle,” he says. You don’t have an uncle.

“Why’s he named after the devil?” you ask about this ghost you’ve never heard of. You wonder if he got called by his middle name, too. The way all the websites put it, your name might as well be a curse. You’re not sure if you feel better that it’s a shared one, a family legacy.

Your dad is quiet for a long time.

“You should ask your father,” he finally says.

Your father never tells you anything. You learned this as a child. He will give you the world and all the precious treasures in it, but he will never answer your questions the way you want. You could ask him why the sky is blue. He would look upset and give you a toy horse to add to your collection.

Lucifer Milligan, who are you? You stare into the mirror. You have your dad’s face but your father’s nose. You think you love your best friend. You think there’s something wrong with you.

You put your finger on your nose. So does your reflection.

They love you. They’re protecting you.

Your father wants what’s best for you. You’re his little angel.

You drop your hand. Your reflection does as well, but it moves slower than it should. Your heart skips a beat.

For a moment, there’s a boy dressed in white. He’s a lot like you. You have the same eyes. You’re both too bright.

He looks sad. He looks like he wants to tell you something. He opens his mouth.

You blink, and there’s no boy. There’s just you. Lucifer Kate Milligan.

You’re scared of who you might be.

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madphantom · 1 year

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Ich habe 18.431 Mal im Jahr 2022 etwas gepostet

Das sind 3.133 more posts als 2021!

441 Einträge erstellt (2%)

17.990 Einträge gerebloggt (98%)

Blogs, die ich am häufigsten gerebloggt habe:

@infected

@museiums

@neckkiss

Ich habe 629 meiner Einträge im Jahr 2022 getaggt

#personal post – 266 Einträge

#posts about me – 61 Einträge

#melons – 54 Einträge

#tw unreality – 39 Einträge

#tw flashing – 26 Einträge

#madphantom – 22 Einträge

#maddie's face – 20 Einträge

#skulduggery pleasant – 19 Einträge

#phantom of the paradise – 14 Einträge

#goncharov – 13 Einträge

Longest Tag: 137 characters

#the only reason i am so patient with everyone is that if i didn't restrain myself at all times i would have become a serial killer by now

Meine Top-Einträge im Jahr 2022:

Buckle up babes, I'm shooting a different film today and at a screen test for yet another film tomorrow but on the weekend I'll post my own Gonch screen test

312 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 24. November 2022

Me texting a guy from my film club a question about a screen test at one in the morning because I just remembered it and don't want to forget it vs him replying ten minutes later

334 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 24. November 2022

Guess who's on the bus to check out the location where I'm shooting Goncharov?

410 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 8. Dezember 2022

Okay. Update.

I have not expected for the last 48 hours to be as they were.

I have over a thousand new followers. My inbox is full. I have received the information that I now have the entire local theatre company's prop department at my disposal, apparently. Members of my film club have apparently seen my post on Reddit. This is, for lack of a better word, fucking insane.

So here's what's gonna happen now: I am writing the script for the scene and it'll probably be done by next week. I'll most likely start filming in early December, depending on other stuff because I'm involved in a minimum of three other film projects, one of which has a deadline.

I am gonna film Katya's death scene, because tbh I don't have anyone who looks like Bob de Niro or Al Pacino at my disposal atm, but I do have someone blonde and someone willing to do Sofia.

In the meantime, thank you for your overwhelming support and I don't need any help in terms of script writing or anything anymore.

Toodles.

2.564 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 23. November 2022

Meine #1 des Jahres 2022

Anyway if this post reaches 30000 notes I'll sit down and professionally film a Goncharov movie scene you can send to people who claim it's not real. This is completely serious, I've made movies before and I'm willing to do it for the memes.

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real-life-senshi · 1 year

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Thank you @hikamaus for the tag! I'm answering this as a way to get myself back onto making blog content for this blog!

The Rules: Tag (9) people you want to know better and/or catch up with, then answer the following:

Four Ships:

Reinako (Hino Rei x Aino Minako from Sailor Moon franchise, but specifically in live action PGSM): Please feel free to visit my blog to fully understand the scope of my love for this ship. Words alone within a post is not enough! lol I think Reinako as a ship isn't necessarily considered officially canon, though the original manga's Stars arc suggest them favourited by Takeuchi Naoko to be together. Frankly it kinda came out of nowhere until the Rei and Minako's Girl School Battle side story, and then they are like glued together in the last arc of the manga, so it's a suggested slow burn? The live action is a whole different beast, these two were thrown into each other's lives like a tornado. Their story beautifully complex and messily dramatic for a supposed kids-oriented sentai-like serie. These two had me at a choke hold and my heart and soul was theirs ever since.

Swan Queen (Emma Swan x Regina Mills, Once Upon A Time): The ship I suffered heart aches from the most. The Savior and redeemed Evil Queen co-parenting a son, their character history and dynamic was filled with so much artful subtext and plot parallels, it was such a waste they didn't end up together. They had so much potential, but screw heteronormativity in consumed media. Literally they would have become the canon main pairing of the series had one of them been a man. *deep breath and heavy sigh*

Royai (Roy Mustang x Riza Hawkeye from Fullmetal Alchemist): " I want you to protect my back. Do you understand? To entrust my back to you means that you can shoot me from behind anytime. If I step off of the path, shoot and kill me with those hands. You are qualified to do that. Will you follow me?" from Roy to Riza pre-main story "Don't go where I can't follow." from Riza to Roy at the end of their series. They have so many other iconic moments together, but these two quotes will stay with me forever as the most romantic thing I've ever read. They are basically canon in a way where these two are confirmed to be at each other's side for eternity but their shared goals meant they'll likely never act on their feelings overtly. It's all about the subtext and knowing the shared layered history, and more importantly, the sins they wish to atone for, striving to make the word better.

Bumbleby (Blake Belladonna x Yang Xiao Long from RWBY): After 8 volumes and 6 chapters with the most amazing slow burn story done well in mainstream media, these two officially became canon very recently. But at what cost? (jfc the developments of V9C7 and V9C8 was soul-shattering) But seriously though, Blake and Yang's chemistry was made clear from the very start. There's even significance to their character design - eye colours that mirrors each other's aura colour - the colour of one's soul! Like the signs were there even before the series STARTED. Then the darker, heavier elements of the story revealed itself starting the end of Volume 3, and we see both Yang and Blake making personal sacrifices for the sake of each other, without understanding the devastating impact of their different act of self-sacrifice had on each other. Both had personal challenges and barrier to overcome before they could commit themselves to each other. And boy, oh boy, how they bounced back stronger and more beautiful than ever! "She's not protecting me, and I'm not protecting her. We're protecting each other!"

(Y'all all my ships are blonde x dark haired lol)

Last Song: Worthy sang by Casey Lee Williams, even if it's only the preview. I can't wait for the full song to be out. Yeah I'm still in the honeymoon phase of V9C6, trying to ignore C7 and C8.

Currently Reading: I've not really been reading anything, just trying to lose myself in video games. I'm slowly chipping away edits on Echoes of Time, so I guess I'm reading when I'm also writing?

Last Movie: I've not watched a movie in so long, I honestly have no clue. lol

Craving: I'm eagerly waiting Legend of Zela Tears of the Kingdom's release! I'm also wanting to get back to making gifs, illustration and liveblogging for the blog, but it's been tough. :(

Tagging: absolutely no pressure doing this. I'm just tagging coz it's the rule, though I certainly don't mind getting to know people better! I would love to get to know the folks who I consistently see supporting my work across the years but I don't think I've really chatted much with. Even though I don't always reply or react, I love seeing your names pop up in my activity! :) @myucornerorg @sailorscooby @sirazaroff @izazizan @koroktorok @luna-whiskerskers @papillon82fluttersby @zaruba-needslove @primasylph @fiftyen3 I wanted to tag you but I think you have tagging disabled? :(

#tagged #khmyh replies #me #tag game

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neonun-au · 1 year

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I posted 8,781 times in 2022

That's 1,675 more posts than 2021!

1,473 posts created (17%)

7,308 posts reblogged (83%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@neonun-au

@97-liners

@cheolmatez

@naptimed

@kinohohoho

I tagged 7,947 of my posts in 2022

Only 9% of my posts had no tags

#mads.txt - 783 posts

#replies - 648 posts

#ask game - 256 posts

#srb - 210 posts

#anon - 179 posts

#reviews - 175 posts

#<3 - 109 posts

#lmao - 104 posts

#lol - 72 posts

#fic recs - 60 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#and that control extends to withholding as much of that help as they can legally get away with for the people that they do not see as equal

My Top Posts in 2022:

(un)traditional | kwon soonyoung

alternatively titled: 'til horang do us hae

pairing: kwon soonyoung x fem!reader genre: fluff, wedding au, more...fluff, established relationship, humour warnings: none word count: 1.8k

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routine | joshua hong

pairing: joshua x reader genre: fluff, slice-of-life, established relationship warnings: just domestic bliss ;) word count: ~800 song: forever and for always - shania twain

“Good morning,” Joshua’s voice, thick with sleep, greets you as you stand over the kitchen sink, coffee pot in hand.

Sometimes you had to remind yourself that this was your life. That despite all of your preconceived notions about what you wanted and you deserved–you were here. In this moment–with him. The soft amber light of morning that filtered in through your kitchen window was shining in on you. The cold tiles against the soles of your feet were supporting you. The arms that came to wrap around your waist belonged to someone you never thought you could have.

The soft kiss that he pressed to the base of your ear definitely helped to solidify the moment. Pulling you back from your spiraling thoughts as he tended to do–unwitting or otherwise.

“Good morning,” you greet his presence with a smile, leaning back against him as he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck. “Did you sleep well?”

“Mhmm,” the affirmation comes out muffled–it hums against your skin as he gives it and a chill runs down your spine as his warm breath follows. Another kiss planted on your shoulder.

“Coffee?” you ask, reaching for a second cup even before he answers. He unwraps himself from you and you miss the warmth of his body against yours almost immediately.

“Please,” he nods, padding towards the small table set up against the living room window. You watch him out of the corner of your eye as you gather the coffee and a small plate of fruit and pastries from the bakery on the corner–a favourite of the both of you since moving into this apartment.

His hair–currently that sandy shade of blonde that you had expressed a liking for–is still tousled from sleep and the desire to run your hands through it, to smooth the strands down, buzzes at the tips of your fingers. He catches you staring and offers a small smile, lips curling up at the corners, before pulling out his phone and opening the daily crossword.

For so many years you had focused on the big stuff. Milestones. Graduations, weddings, birthdays, anniversaries. Big trips and big lessons learned. It was only in the last year or two that you had come to the realisation that the best parts of life were hidden in the smaller moments. Small routines.

Preparing the same coffee every morning. Feeling the same arms–sturdy and comforting–wrap themselves around you, pulling you tight into an embrace you wished would never end but knew would always be there again even after it did. Watching the love of your life do a Sunday crossword as you lazily grazed on an apple.

“Here,” you set the mug down in front of him, nudging it towards his hand as he blindly reaches out for it–eyebrows knit in concentration at one of the clues on the screen in front of him.

“Three-letter word for madness?” He asks, bringing the mug up to his lips and taking a sip.

“Maybe ‘ire’?” you respond after a moment of consideration and his nods once–decisive. You resist a laugh at the consistency of the reaction, settling instead for reaching for a croissant and glancing out at the city skyline outside of your window.

Hundreds of windows. All housing small realities like the one you’re currently occupying. Realities you could have easily found yourself in, had things been different.

You bring the coffee to your lips, taking a slow sip, and decide that you’re more than happy in the one you are currently in.

“Joshua?” you call out his name and he raises his gaze to meet yours, one eyebrow cocked in mild curiosity. “Marry me?”

He barks out a short laugh, head thrown back in mirth, and you can’t help the smile that tugs at your own lips. “Again?”

“Why not?” You shrug, bringing your mug up for another sip.

“Do you remember how exhausting the last wedding was?” He shakes his head, setting his phone down on the table and leaning back in his chair–brown eyes swimming with the memories of the event.

“I remember you passing out as soon as we got to the hotel from the reception,” you nod, grinning into your coffee.

“Don’t tell me you’re going to get mad at me for that again,” he shakes his head, “you know how many shots Soonyoung made me take with him in ‘celebration’ of the big day.”

“We could elope,” you laugh, “what about Italy? You love wine.”

Another laugh–crystal clear in the morning stillness of your living room. “For you my love,” he leans forward, gaze fixed on yours as he does, and plants a soft kiss against your lips, “anything.”

“Anything?” you ask, interest piquing at the platter of opportunity sitting before you.

“Anything,” he nods, “except another ceremony with guests. I cannot afford another open bar.”

“Deal,” you laugh, settling back into your seat and watching as he picks his phone up once more. Settling back into routine.

“Four letter word for a green hue?”

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pearl of my heart | choi seungcheol

pairing: seungcheol x fem!reader genre: established relationthip, slice of life, fluff, idk its just dumb word count: 700~ warnings: discussions of sex, mild profanity, not proofread

for @97-liners

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every page is empty | vernon chwe

pairing: vernon x reader genre: fluff, romance, friends to lovers, college au warnings: none word count: 3.3k song: my love - florence + the machine

The revelation comes as you sit alone in your room, staring at the blank white page of your notebook. Your peach fountain pen falls from your grip just as your mouth opens in a soft ‘oh’. You barely have time to think before you’re on your feet–letting them carry you forward. Out of your dorm, out of your apartment, out into the night.

The assignment was simple when you were given it during your 7:30pm creative writing class: write about love. Simple and easy. There are so many facets to love, you think as you flip open your notebook and begin to brainstorm as the professor elaborates on the topic. Familial love, platonic love, romantic love. The love that lives in the soft folds of a handmade pain au chocolat. The love that lives in the eyes of every dog you have ever met.

“Most people have a tendency towards overcomplicating it,” your professor continues as you scribble down half formed thoughts and whispers of ideas. “Try to avoid that. Write about what you know.”

‘I know love,’ you think to yourself, beginning to list names of friends and family. People that bring you laughter, people that feel like home, people that feel like the bright burst of fireworks illuminating the night sky.

Vernon.

His name sits plain on the page and you pause–pen poised over the ‘n’, threatening to cross it out even as the ink settles into the crisp white paper.

“Write about who you know.” The professor's voice has been reduced to a fading background narration. The words float around your head like stars as you stare at that one name scrawled carelessly by your mutinous hand.

The rain had stopped before you left your dorm. Pockmarks of puddles dot the sidewalks that weave through the campus courtyard as small, wet reminders of the storm. You can feel droplets of water splashing up against your calves as you walk briskly forward, digging your hands into the pockets of your sweatpants to ward off the chill that was beginning to set in.

‘Why didn’t I bring a jacket,’ you chastise yourself, picking up your pace to a brisk stride.

The campus was all but deserted. A rainy Tuesday evening saw most students holing themselves up inside the warmth of their dorm rooms or apartments with only a few brave or desperate souls bothering to emerge. You weren't exactly sure which one you were right now as you padded across campus towards your destination.

“Love is amorphous,” your professor continues to elaborate on the goal of the exercise as you draw one thin, black line through the offending name in your notebook; with only a small pang of guilt reverberating through your chest at the action. “It’s not something tangible, or something that you can quantify by any scientific means. It’s a feeling and yet it’s more than that, also. It’s in everything.”

With an annoyed grimace you snap the cover of your notebook closed and resign yourself to listening. Soaking in the lecture while keeping the whisper of his name locked tight in the back of your mind.

“It’s not something that you can make sense of or will away. I want you to succumb to it. Whatever it is that you choose as the subject for your story–I want you to let it consume you.”

The feelings that had been building to a crescendo over the past two weeks swell up inside of you as you push open the front door of the house at the beginning of the row. Just past the science faculty building, it sits carelessly unlocked as usual–too many forgetful men in their twenties in the constant flux and flow of coming and going to be bothered with those details.

You stalk past the two confused dudes lounging in the living room, ignoring their alarmed shouts, and take to the stairs buoyed by the force of the insistent wave of feeling inside of you. The maze of doors at the top of the stairs only serves to provide a momentary pause as you halt to reorient yourself–the memories of the few times you had been upstairs during parties, listening to vinyls with Vernon and avoiding the crowds downstairs.

Your gaze narrows in on the most familiar door and you inhale a steadying breath before resuming your march.

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My #1 post of 2022

other people’s weddings | choi seungcheol

pairing: seungcheol x fem!reader, some mingyu x fem!reader other cast: soonyoung, jeonghan, seulgi, johnny (sorry to johnny for this), saerom cameo, jihoon mention genre: rom com, fake dating au, slight love triangle au, friends to lovers, idiots to idiots in love warnings: language, mature themes, some suggestive content sprinkled throughout and allusions to sex (nothing explicit at all), reader uses she/her pronouns throughout word count: 15.6k

“Remind me again: which wedding is this one?” you ask, head resting in your palm as you sit at your best friend’s kitchen table at 10:30am in your emerald green (and slightly stained) cocktail dress.

Seungcheol glances at you in the reflection of the mirror in front of him, hands halting briefly in the process of tying his bright blue tie. “You didn't bother to look at the invitation this morning?” His expression straddles the line between bemusement and annoyance. An expression you’ve come to know quite well over your many years of friendship.

“No,” you shrug, taking a small sip from your iced caramel macchiato. He audibly sighs. A performance of his annoyance with you–another thing you’ve gotten used to. “You know where we’re going, and since I’m going with you, I just have to show up and look pretty.” you wink at him as he levels you with a slight glare and furrowed brows. “Don’t look at me like that, we have like…six weddings to go to this summer.” Seungcheol rolls his eyes at the exaggeration before turning his attention back to the strip of fabric hanging around his neck.

You watch as his hands weave the tie together, his brows knit together in concentration. It was a scene you were destined to repeat time and time again this summer. For years weddings and marriages had been a distant thought on the horizon of your lives but as with all things in time, you grew to an age where friends, coworkers, relatives, and distant acquaintances had finally begun sending out those delicately calligraphed save the dates and floral adorned invitations.

The blessing and curse of having such a tight knit friend group meant you had all been invited to nearly every single one of these events; simultaneously giving you people to attend with as well as no easy way out of any of them.

So here you find yourself, on a balmy late June morning, in Seungcheol and Jeonghan’s shared kitchen, watching your friend fuss over his appearance and praying that the reception doesn't last past midnight so you can have time to watch at least one episode of Law & Order before you pass out on your couch.

As if on cue, the aforementioned housemate strolls into the kitchen. Beelining for the pot of coffee on the counter.

“Morning,” you greet him over your own drink and he turns around to face you with his eyebrows raised.

“You can leave the house before 7:00pm? Amazing, I thought you melted in the sunlight,” Jeonghan teases, a sly grin spread over his fox face and you bristle at the comment.

“Shut the fuck up Jeonghan, I’m not a vampire.”

“Could have fooled me,” he replies, dropping a single sugar cube into the dark black of his coffee, “this is the first time I’ve seen you in daylight in years.”

“We literally went out for brunch two months ago.”

“My point exactly.” You heave an exasperated sigh and glance over at Seungcheol, eyes narrowed, as if to ask ‘can you help me with this bitch?’ He just shrugs and shakes his head with a grin.

Instead of sparking an unwinnable argument with a friend who never learned how to quit, you shift topics, “Seulgi is meeting us there, right? Where’s Soonyoung?”

“Late,” Jeonghan answers, gratefully taking the bait and dropping the banter, “as usual.”

“What time does the ceremony start?”

“12:30, I think,” Seungcheol replies, glancing at his watch as he does so.

And at that–as if dialled into peak comedic timing–Soonyoung barrels through the front door; loudly tripping over the pile of shoes strewn haphazardly in the entrance, and careens into the kitchen entirely out of breath.

“Hey, sorry my alarm didn’t go off and I think my dishwasher might be on the fritz again cause there was water all over my kitchen floor and–” He’s stopped in his tracks–both literally and verbally–by Jeonghan thrusting a mug of coffee into his hands, “thanks.”

Soonyoung’s current hair–bright yellow, apparently–stands up on end, mussed still from sleep and what was no doubt a frantic four-block sprint here. His suit is mostly intact, though the tie is nowhere to be seen, and his black loafers are slightly scuffed at the tip. It would be a tragic sight if he weren’t so absolutely endearing about it all.

“So–” After a brief pause to take a breath and a sip from the mug while settling into the chair next to you, he picks up his monologue as if it had never been interrupted in the first place. “I had to mop up all of this old dishwater with like…my best t-shirt because it was the only thing I could find and thankfully it did get most of it up but I think Jihoon is going to murder me when he gets back to the apartment later,” he continues rambling as the rest of you share one long, knowing look. Seungcheol rolls his eyes–affectionately exhausted–and smoothes his finally tied tie down before heading down the hallway towards his bedroom.

“Soonyoung,” you turn towards your bedraggled friend, interrupting his raving. He glances at you curiously and you have to resist a laugh at the sheer innocence of the expression, “when did you dye your hair yellow?”

“Oh,” he giggles, reaching up to scratch at the back of his head. “Yesterday actually…do you like it?” there is a hopeful glint shining in his wide eyes and it prevents any potential criticism from leaving your lips.

Unfortunately, it does nothing to deter Jeonghan. “You look like a tennis ball,” he says, striding over to run a hand through Soonyoung’s mop of hair, “and it’s a mess. What did you do, trim it with a weedwacker?”

“No,” he laughs again–more nervously this time. Like a frightened hedgehog. “I just didn’t have time to style it this morning. You know, I think my dishwasher is really busted…”

“We can fix it, it’s fine,” you sigh, glancing up at Jeonghan who just stares down at you like the entire situation is beyond hope before setting down his coffee and disappearing into the bathroom. “Nothing to be done about the colour, though.”

“I thought it was sort of cool,” he says, dragging out the words like a kid dragging their feet at a playground. “Sort of punk, you know? Like Sid Vicious.”

“I mean…it’s not the worst I've ever seen on you,” you offer, an image of him with a blue and green polka dot buzzcut springing to mind, and he beams at the backhanded compliment. Jeonghan returns, handing you a tube of styling gel, and you get to work trying to tame Soonyoung’s mane.

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#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #HAHAHAHAHAHAHA im on tumblr way too much #also rip at me being my own most reblogged blog #and the jackie x2 lol #and i talk WAY too much almost 800 posts of me just saying shit?????

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mythandlaur · 2 years

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Epithet Erased Week - Day 4

Let's be real, most of what I've written and am going to write for this week and EE in general are love letters to the museum arc, but I decided to take it in a slightly different direction than usual this time.

Mentions of various injuries and depression because Mera

Also reminder that Day 5 will be posted on my blog and in a couple character tags, but NOT in the main tag due to risk of indirect spoiIers.

There's a lot of activity going on around her, a lot of people talking, but she can't make out anything more than a vague roar of voices. The amulet is no longer around her neck and the epithet she'd taken is gone, she knows that much--it hadn't been the kind of power that could really help her, but it felt like it had at least softened the edges a little bit. Or maybe that was just wishful thinking.

She's also in an enormous amount of pain, but it's not like that's new.

"LADY MERA!"

One voice manages to break through the rumble, and Mera cracks an eye open, overcome with both relief that Indus hadn't been badly hurt and the instinctual terror of seeing a very large man charging towards her while cops yell at him and raise weapons.

He stops just before her, dropping to his knees, and she reaches up to grab him. "Quickly," he mutters, and she digs her fingernails into his arms.

It isn't much, but it's enough to bring the world back into focus and leave her reasonably confident she won't pass out again. There's benefits to traveling with someone who might as well be a walking nigh-infinite well of stamina.

Indus gets to his feet and steps back as Mera lets go of him, and he hangs his head as the semicircle of cops close around him. Now that Mera can actually process anything, she can see his wrists are cuffed in front of him--and she can see the stripe of iridescence on the side of the handcuffs that makes her heart drop to her shoes as she realizes what's about to happen.

Sure enough, a bearded, heavyset cop kneels down next to her, pulling her arms in front of her, and she watches helplessly as he clamps the eraser cuffs around her wrists.

The effect hits Mera harder than she assumes it's probably supposed to, given there's about two seconds where she can't even remember what she's doing at the museum before most of the details come back to her. The cop helps her to her feet, saying something to her--probably her rights, for whatever that's worth--that she can't hear over the rush of blood in her ears.

This is it. She'd missed her one opportunity to fix things. The last six months had been all for nothing, and now she's going to jail.

When Mera had woken up at 8AM that morning, the rest of her life had been just ahead of her.

Now, at 10PM, barely standing with her nose still full of the smell of singed bisque, she's pretty sure her life is over.

Maybe that's a bit dramatic. Sue her.

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The lights of the city pass by in fuzzy stripes of color. The police car hits a pothole and Mera quickly takes her forehead off the window to avoid chipping her teeth again.

At least she hadn't been immediately interrogated, since the cops were too busy securing the scene. She hadn't seen the supervillain wannabe anywhere (though the whole entrance room still smelled vaguely of tomato sauce), but the bear girl had been talking to a blonde cop while nervously wringing her hands, and the sheep kid had been sitting on the floor looking more annoyed than anything until another cop finally convinced him to lie down. From what of their conversations she'd heard, the blonde cop was taking bear girl home, while an ambulance showed up for sheep kid.

There had been an interminable amount of talking and waiting, then she'd been herded into the back of a car with Indus, and then...the bear girl had done something very strange.

"Lady Mera?"

Indus' voice is remarkably soft, and Mera turns to see him looking at her with deep concern. She wants to scoff at him, but doesn't have the energy.

"What?"

"How are you feeling?"

"My entire life is over. How do you think I'm feeling?"

"I meant physically."

Mera frowns, looking down at her cuffed wrists. She knows that her epithet, whatever that is, causes her a lot of pain. She remembers hearing other people talking about fevers making them feel fr--frail like they're made of tissue paper, and laughing because that's what her whole life feels like.

But she doesn't feel like that now. She doesn't feel like the cuffs are about to cut through her skin like an eggshell. She doesn't feel like every jostle of the car is going to partially dislocate her hip.

"...Fine. I guess."

"Wonderful!"

Indus smiles, bright and enthusiastic despite everything, and Mera looks away because she doesn't know if she wants to feel better right now. It makes everything she'd done feel even more pointless and stupid than it already had.

Silence falls for a few minutes. She hopes that'll be the end of it, but that's probably naive of her.

"...Lady Mera? I hate to interrupt your wallowing..."

"What." It comes out sharper than she intends, but a lot of things do, and he seems to always know she doesn't mean it.

Indus shifts a bit. He takes up most of the backseat, despite trying to give her room. She'd be lying if she said it wasn't at least a bit comforting.

"I know tonight did not go the way you hoped."

Mera clenches her fists. She doesn't feel her knuckles creaking or her fingernails threatening to break skin. It's weird.

"That's an understatement."

"But I do not think it was a total loss!"

Mera's eyes narrow, and she turns to stare at him in bewilderment. "How? If we ever get out of jail, I'm gonna have a criminal record. What the hell am I supposed to do now?!"

The cop in the front seat clears his throat pointedly. Mera glares at him in the rear-view mirror.

"Well...the time you spent planning this was time you spent taking care of yourself..."

...He is right. She'd at least had something to keep her occupied instead of just lying on the couch all day.

"...and the little bodyguard has offered to help..."

That still confuses her.

Mera doesn't know if she feels guilty, exactly--why should she, when the world had never felt guilty about doing this to her? Why should she, when everyone else like her got lucky with superpowers and she wound up like this? Was it so wrong to be fed up? To want what everyone else got to have?

But...she does know when too far is too far. She'd gotten caught up. So why was the bear girl she'd probably traumatized so okay with this? Why had she implied she'd be totally okay with giving up her epithet once she didn't need it anymore? Why, when Mera had fought so hard her whole life to make and keep her own? It didn't make any sense.

"...and...we are still together?"

Mera's lips press into a thin line.

She'd gotten caught up, and she'd...abandoned Indus, and said that he didn't matter to her. It couldn't be further from the truth, and she knows he's well aware of it. He may have the actual intelligence of a brick, but...he'd seen through her facade alarmingly fast. He'd decided to stick around. And he really does know her, more than anyone else has ever bothered to.

He has his own stuff going on, she can tell that much--he talks of his past in Desert Country and he talks about the present around the time he met her, but he gets uncharacteristically quiet about the in-between. And yet he's still so...bright. Stupid, careless, and way too literal, but bright, and always smiling even when she thinks it's horribly annoying, and willing to help way too much, and--and she's pretty sure he cares about her more than she cares about herself, because caring about and taking care of herself feels like a constant pointless battle against entropy and she's not sure if she'll even live to age 30 or if there's even a point...

"...Have I upset you, Lady Mera?"

"No, you oaf."

She sighs and rests her head against his shoulder. It at least jostles less than the car window.

"I am sorry about tonight. I have failed you in your time of greatest need."

"No," she mumbles, "You didn't."

"When we arrive, I will see if I can help with your cell's accommodations?"

"...Thanks." It's almost too quiet to hear.

"Of course." She can tell he's smiling again.

Maybe...she is being a little dramatic.

Her life may not be over. She hasn't given up yet. And someone hasn't given up on her.

#epithet erased #epithet week #mera salamin #indus tarbella #my writing #also i wanted to portray their dynamic as more equal because in show so far it doesn't have grrrrreat implications?#idk maybe they'll fix it later

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sketchy-scribs-n-doods · 1 year

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ughh ty for ur amazing tags it was so disgusting how they were 1. telling on themselves claiming poc and fat people aren't attractive and 2. wishing racism and body shaming on an actor in the name of justice(??). not that im surprised anyway their crowd was the one that demonized lucas and ignored caleb for years. one of my favorite characters is patrick and he wasn't allowed even a nightmare sequence he was just forgotten by the narrative and brushed off. a Black victim of abuse not even given a voice, just forcibly suppressed and used to move the plot along to fuel jason's satanic bullshit. he is ignored by the large majority of the fandom that focuses all their attention on white boy of the week but think hating billy is enough to compensate for their favouritism and racism. i hate how poc are treated in this show but its not enough for ppl to just direct all their performative criticism on a character they want actual racist harassment directed at them too. so disgusting.

i don't normally beef on the internet (i much prefer throwing hands irl actually, but ppl seem to enjoy hiding their shit behind a screen lol), but i really did such a hard double take at those tags.

i really can't fathom tearing down another character because your fav gets shit. i fully understand that characters like lucas and argyle don't get a lot of attention and that's likely a combination of a) the duffer's own bias sidelining those characters, and b) fans' bias in ignoring poc. that doesn't mean i'm gonna throw hands with your average eddie or steve stan or whatever, i don't find that productive. i'd rather engage with fans that already enjoy my fav or are open to consuming content about them and encourage (in this long winded example) eddie stans to enjoy argyle content without making them feel guilty about their blorbo.

same goes for every time i see someone thinking that if they kick down billy it will elevate nancy or lucas or max or eddie or steve. it's petty, it doesn't work, and the only things that result from it are a) an echo chambers where all your fellow salty mutuals will yes man you, or b) ppl who like what you just talked shit about are gonna roll up asking what your damage is. lo and behold.

even putting all of the dumb nancy vs billy nonsense aside (and for the record i think the duffers badly wrote both characters in different ways), those fucking tags were just. SUCH an accidental slip reveal of what that person really thinks. i don't think they're a horrible person or whatever but they're definitely a dick and think that as long as they hate the right character they're correct and good.

like you said, wishing bigotry on a person/character just because you don't like them is a weird fucking thing to say. at that point i barely care what the context of the post was. can you imagine saying that out loud in a room full of fat ppl/poc? i don't think any of them are gonna come to the conclusion that you mean it as a roundabouts insult against a popular hot white actor/character and go 'oh yes haha you're so right i totally think fans hating him for being brown/fat is preferable'. i personally would have torn down whoever said that shit to me irl, that's some white ass performative activism i don't have time for, but it seems like ppl don't think about how the shit they say would sound out loud irl to the very ppl they seem to be trying to support

nevermind that any given piece of billy fanfiction and an awful lot of fanart explores the trauma billy has gone through more than it goes 'ah yes blonde boy hot'. we can have tho conversations without being pricks saying shit in bad faith about it. like, most billy fans i see are huge fans of patrick and mourn his lost potential. because we know how the duffers treat their abused characters.

this shit isn't a contest, but often the shit you say about a character affects ppl who are similar to/identity with that character. if in your pursuit to hate and spit about a character, you say shitty things that make poc, fat ppl, abuse victims, etc., feel like you're insulting them or just using them as props for your wokeness, then you need to take a step back and ask yourself if maybe you needa chill and reevaluate what you're doing. it's not a good look, and neither is the mindset that revenge and punitive 'justice' should be prioritized above healing, growth, and connection.

(like c'mon we can redeem fictional war criminals but we can't let an 18 year old being abused by his dad work through his racial biases? like the latter isn't a much more common situation that happens irl to real abused teens with bigoted parents? alright)

anyway, i'm glad you appreciated my tag rambles, i really was just word vomiting in a fury lol

if you love patrick and enjoy the idea of patrick and billy interacting, i have a # patrick mcckinley tag and a # kingr*ve tag for each respectively (i lump all my patrick and billy stuff under their ship whether platonic or romantic bc patrick stuff is scarce enough as it is). cheers!

#billy hargrove #apologies for the wank but oof today was a doozy #poc fans of billy once again and holding your hands in mine #srry if this is a bit of a late reply anon i had class #ask sketchy

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Um hello I’m kinda new here… I found your emergency requests on someone else’s blog and I really need one right now. My mom wont stop making comments on my body. It makes me feel really bad about myself all the time. Can you please write Takemichi, Chifuyu and Mikey comforting an s/o with body image issues? Thank you if you do write this!! If not, or if it’s too much, please just trash this!

Of course my dear.

Thank you for trusting me with this. I know ALL about this one.

(Brb manifesting Mikey’s)

Please don’t hesitate to come in my dms if you need any help at all.

CW UNDER THE CUT: mentions of bodyshaming.

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Hello! I'm here for another order, if isn't too much!

I would like a dark chocolate in oval form, with ganache, oreo and raspberry creme fillings! With Gold Foil (Saiki himself). Have a great day! :)

HELLO MI AMORE, COMING RIGHT UP!

I WILL be having a great day now, I wish you one as well.

So you better have one (ง'̀-'́)ง

This one’s a specific scenario! Oopsie he’s a little OOC here, but oh well.

𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑜𝑥 𝑤𝑎𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑐𝑟𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑙𝑦 ❤︎

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LAWDY I’m such a Kurapika simp helpppp

𝕆𝕜𝕒𝕪 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕚𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕖...

The passing streetlights becoming nothing but blurry shines of ochre, as you were blinking in and out of reality. The low hum of the wheels against the road further lulling you to give into your exhaustion.

The only thing keeping you awake being Kurapika’s gentle humming with the radio. His peaceful voice accurately hitting every note, further leaving you wanting to hear it more and more. Him carefully maneuvering around obstacles and potholes to keep the little ones asleep.

Said little ones being absolutely knocked out in the backseat, with you sitting patiently in between them. Against your left thigh, laying Gon. His bright, determined and sparkly eyes, now being shut and unmoving. His mouth hanging slightly agape. As for your right shoulder, Killua taking refuge there. His fluffy hair resting against you, his normally stoic face relaxing peacefully. Gentle snores emitting from his mouth.

Your eyes continuously blinking as you stir in and out of reality. Finally drooping your head downward, gently bonking heads with Killua.

“Hey, (Y/N)…? You doing alright back there?” The blonde at the wheel asking, him stealing a glance through the rearview.

His eyes fixating upon your sleeping figure, and the little boys sleeping on either side of you.

“I guess they are.” Him replying to himself sweetly.

“Aww. How considerate.” Leorio cooing softly from his front seat.

“Hey! Leave me alone” the Kurta quietly yelping in response.

The brunette shaking his head and staring at the passing buildings and cars.

“Sweet dreams, everyone.” A whispered message being the last thing Leorio heard before his own head was lolling to the side.

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I’m so silly

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This is gonna be the first time I request from you and I hope you don't mind :))

An emergency request pls. So, i have this tendency of talkinga a lot, principally when its about something I really enjoy, one thing that is normal to happen when I talk too much is people interrupting me out of nowhere and never letting me finish, any time someone does that I just feel like crying honestly, and of course that happened today and no one seemed to notice. Could I have a scenario with Saiki where his partner normally suffers with that?

It's okay if you don't want to, have a great day :))

Hi of course you can!! Thank you for requesting!

Sorry about the long wait lmao I have a couple (like 10) of these in my inbox

CW BELOW THE CUT: Reader is ignored :(

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She's fucking here again.

The blonde with glasses. She comes in here sometimes, mostly with friends and stuff. Her name starts with a K.

Kamron? Katelyn? Whatever. Not my business.

What is my business, however, is how she always breaks something.

Every time she's in here, she leaves finger-shaped dents in the bar, or shatters a glass, or snaps a pool stick in half. Always laughing with her friends, breaking shit.

Every. Single. Time.

So you'll imagine my confusion (and, if we're being honest, relief) when she walks in by herself. She started to plop herself down, eyes downcast and face very timid.

Now, I don't know very much about reading people, and even I could see the exact moment she decided not to plop down, instead lowering herself very carefully.

So carefully, in fact, it seemed as if she was floating.

It wouldn't surprise me, at this point. Byproduct of working an alien dive bar, i suppose.

At least she didn't break any furniture.

Finally.

"Your usual?" I asked her, already grabbing a glass from under the bar.

She hesitated, lifting her (suspiciously red) eyes to scan the shelves behind me, then nodded.

I don't ask questions. If I questioned every single high person that came into the bar, I would never leave.

So instead, I made her club soda and set it on the bar in front of her, picking up the 5 dollar bill she had set down.

"Thanks," she said shortly, quietly, pulling the cherry out of the top and popping it in her mouth.

I wiped down the bar where I had made her drink -- if you can count a club soda as a drink -- and moved on.

About 30 minutes later, I came back to do one last round before I clocked out and went home. Sitting next to Blondie was a woman with dark hair and strikingly green eyes.

Blondie's eyes had cleared up, no longer looking like she was stoned out of her mind. They were both smiling.

"Can I get y'all anything?" I asked, internally groaning. Blondie's Friend seemed like the kind of person to order the most complicated, time-consuming drink.

"Uh, just a scotch, please. Macgallan," she said cooly, handing me a 20.

Top-shelf. Not bad.

After it was poured and handed off, I turned to Blondie. She was staring at the side of Top-shelf's face, her eyes practically heart-eyes.

I want to say I waited patiently. It would be a lie. I waited very impatiently, in fact.

Top-shelf looked over and got Blondie's attention. Instead of her being embarrassed, you know, like a normal person, she just kept staring.

"What is it for you, Blondie?" I asked through clenched teeth, irritated, resisting the urge to look at my watch.

"Another of the same," she said, pushing her glass forward. I grabbed it and refilled her drink, all the while doing my best to conceal my eavesdropping.

"Why does everyone call me "Blondie"? My sister's ex-girlfriend, my bosses, plural, my sister when she's mad," Blondie listed, counting on her fingers exasperatedly.

"You know you're... blonde, right?" Top-shelf reminded her, trying (and failing) to keep a straight face. "And no offense, but you act like one sometimes, too."

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Nia: Bow down for our lord and savior, Minecraft Christ!

Kara: I only understood half of the words you just said.

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i made a uquiz!!

answer some questions and i'll tell you what color i associate you with

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"Dr. John Seward, the lunatic-asylum man, with the strong jaw and the good forehead."

WHAT A WAY TO DESCRIBE A MAN

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My #1 post of 2022

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#just a little boost since that sideblog seems to be shadowbanned

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Can I Have This Dance? | E.M.

Title: Can I Have This Dance?

Requested: Yes/No

Summary: You have feelings for Elijah. He has feelings for you. Rebekah has a plan.

A/N: This is my first ever fic for Elijah. I hope you guys like it! 💖

No one in the whole of New Orleans does a party like the Mikaelsons does.

Every single one of their parties were practically better than the last, as if they had some sort of record to break.

You weren’t much of a party person. But Rebekah practically begged you to go and you couldn’t resist her.

Another reason was because a certain Mikaelson was sure to be there.

“Y/N!” Rebekah almost squealed your name as she caught sight of you walking through the giant gates of the Mikaelson compound.

“I’m so glad you could make it.” Her British accent ringing through her every word while she gave you a hug, “And you look amazing! I’m sure Elijah would be pleased.”

“Bexs.” You smiled, “Thank you but Elijah barely notices me in the first place.”

“Please.” The blonde rolled her eyes, “Elijah is absolutely smitten with you. You’re just too blind to see that he loves you just as much as you do.”

“As much as I adore you shipping us. Elijah sees me as a friend. If he’s smitten for anyone, it’s obviously Hayley.” You protested, trying to keep the jealousy out of your voice.

“Fine, don’t believe me, the all-knowing sister, just wait and see for yourself then.” Rebekah teased.

“Why sister, how long do you plan on keeping our favorite guest from us?” Klaus asked as he and Elijah appeared behind Rebekah.

The blonde turned to face them, “Don’t be ridiculous Nik, I was only greeting her.”

“Favorite guest? You flatter me Klaus.” You smiled as you hugged him.

“He’s just stealing all the credit.” Elijah grinned, stepping in for his turn, “I’m the one who coined the title actually.”

You laughed as Klaus rolled his eyes, “I should’ve known.”

“Are you four seriously just going to stand around here?” Freya asked, giving you a hug in greeting.

“Last I checked, this was a celebration, not a pity party.” Hayley appeared, sending you a smile.

“We’re coming.” You and Rebekah said at the same time, causing the rest of the group to laugh.

—

It was practically common knowledge that if Rebekah Mikaelson had a plan, she would stop at nothing to execute it.

With half of her plan already in motion, the blonde girl watched contentedly from the balcony of the compound, sipping on her champagne.

“I know that look.” Klaus mused, approaching her with his own drink in hand, “You’ve got something up your sleeve, don’t you?”

“Well, let’s just say that we could either start planning the wedding soon or help Elijah through his heartbreak.” Rebekah grinned.

Klaus chuckled, “Definitely our resident matchmaker. How many did you compel this time?”

“Only one guy.” She answered, her eyes not leaving her target, “And knowing our dear brother, that’ll be enough.”

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🔎 𝐂𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 - a dare or bet trope with Fred x fem!nonGryffindor!reader

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A Dare or a Set-up

If there was one thing that Hogwarts never failed to have aside from magic, brooms and trouble - it was the parties.

Most of these parties were held by the infamous Weasley twins. A majority of people couldn’t tell them apart. But Y/N could.

The twins teased you that the only reason why you could tell them apart was because you were in Ravenclaw. But the truth is, you were able to tell them apart because you found Fred more handsome, more funnier and (probably biased) more sweeter than his twin.

It wasn’t mainly on the appearance, but the way you felt around a certain one of them.

“Special delivery!” Your best friend sat by the Ravenclaw table, brandishing a folded up parchment.

“Another love letter?” You asked, pouring yourself another glass of pumpkin juice, “Who’s it from?”

Your best friend shook her head, “It’s for you.”

You furrowed your brows in confusion, “Me?”

Your best friend nodded, “Yes. You.”

Still confused, you took the parchment from her and slowly unfolded it.

Though written in some sort of chicken-scratch handwriting, the letter was surprisingly legible. But what surprised you the most, was the fact that it was from Fred Weasley.

“What?” Y/B/F/N said excitedly, running to the other side of the table to take a look at the letter.

“It says that he personally invites me to the party this weekend and I should feel free to bring along my friends.” You whisper-shouted excitedly.

Y/B/F/N smiled, nudging you, “He’s looking at you.”

Looking up, Fred was indeed looking at you - awaiting your reaction. Once your eyes had come to meet his, he grinned.

Returning the smile, you looked back down at the piece of parchment in your hand.

“So,” Y/B/F/N said, nudging you again, “will you attend?”

“Of course.” You promptly answered, “Who would possibly be crazy enough to turn down a personal invitation from Fred Weasley, himself?”

–

The first thing that met you upon opening the door of the abandoned classroom was the lights.

Someone had, somehow, managed to acquire a muggle disco ball that decorated the walls with multi-color lights.

You failed to recognize the music, though, somewhat a mix of rock and pop.

Your best friend had disappeared from your side the moment the two of you entered the room, very typical of her.

Walking through the room, you tried to find her (and probably give her an earful) when you suddenly felt someone collide with you.

Both of you apologized at the same time and it wasn’t until that moment that you got a good look at the person you bumped into.

Despite the darkness of the room, it didn’t take a genius to see who it was. The red hair, the charming smile, the cinnamon and firewood smell.

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Seriously Moony? | (Young) Remus Lupin

Title: Seriously Moony?

Requested: Yes/No

Description: You’re James Potter’s sister. You’re also dating Remus Lupin…behind James’ back

No one would have thought that it was possible for James Potter to be your twin brother.

The two of you were polar opposites, it was a wonder how the two of you didn’t annoy each other every minute of every day.

Long story short, you and James got along quite well. This also made you an honorary member of the Marauders, even if you didn’t participate in your antics as much.

The only problem was, you were dating one of his best friends - Remus Lupin behind his back.

How could you not even fall in love with him in the first place? He was so sweet, kind and caring. If there was even the slightest chill in the air, he would immediately pull one of his sweaters over you. While the two of you were on a study date, he would just nudge you and hand you a piece of chocolate from under the table. And whenever the two of you were away from James’ prying eyes - he would find all the excuses to hold you as close to you as possible.

James raised a brow at you when you appeared in the common room, “Who’s sweater is that?”

You stopped in your tracks, realizing that you were still wearing Remus’ sweater that you had “permanently borrowed” from him, “Mine?”

James laughed, “Yep, doesn’t fool me sis. You don’t have a brown sweater.”

You looked at Remus who was trying to hide an amused smile, “Says who? What if I have a sweater that you don’t know about?”

“Actually that sweater does look familair but I can’t remember where I saw it.” Sirius furrowed his brows, trying to rack his brain for the memory.

“You know it kinda looks like one of the sweaters Remus has.” Peter said.

James laughed, “C’mon Peter, why would she be wearing Moony’s sweater? It’s not like they’re dating.” before he deadpanned, “You’re not dating right?”

“James, that’s just ridiculous. You would have my head if I so much gave your sister flowers, much less date her. Besides what if she just bought the sweater?” Remus said in a no nonsense voice before opening the book in his lap.

“It’s a good thing one of you has some decent common sense.” You said, turning to go up to your dorm but not before you looked at your boyfriend who smiled and shot a wink your way while James started to get occupied with Quidditch talk.

–

“For a second there, I thought James had figured it out.” Remus chuckled as the two of you relaxed behind the shelves in the library, leaning against the shelves with your hands intertwined. The chances of James finding you here with your boyfriend were low.

You laughed, “James wouldn’t be able to take a hint even if it danced stark naked in front of him.”

Remus laughed, pressing a kiss to your cheek, “You’re adorable, you know?”

You giggled, brushing a stray brown lock away from his eyes, “You’re more adorable.”

He smiled, pressing his forehead against yours before pulling your lips into a kiss.

Smiling into the kiss, you cupped his face in your hands as you returned the same passion and eagerness he was giving you.

Disconnecting your lips for a moment to breathe, Remus dived back in, pulling you in to straddle his lap as he devoured the feeling of his lips pressed to your soft ones.

You never wanted to leave that moment, you just wanted it to last forever. Unfortunately, that wasn’t possible when you heard footsteps heading in your direction.

Immediately scrambling off Remus’ lap, the two of you stood up as Madam Pince rounded the corner, making it seem like that nothing out of the ordinary was happening.

Feeling her gaze on the two of you, you said, “You know, I get that Romeo and Juliet dying is what makes the whole thing tragic but its just stupid.”

Remus furrowed his brows, trying hard not to laugh, “How so?”

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Destiny has its Ways | F.W.

Title: Destiny has its Ways

Requested: Yes/No

Summary: Eight months after Fred broke up with you - you decide to visit the shop but with someone special along.

It would be an understatement to say that Fred Weasley was the best boyfriend ever.

Fred Weasley was the most passionate of lovers, he could basically be named the god of love.

He would cater to your every need and request, he would always be there for you - especially when you need him the most. Fred was literally the man of your dreams and you couldn’t imagine a future without him.

“You still haven’t had enough?” You teased as Fred hovered over you, tracing a line of kisses from your jaw down to your neck.

“What kind of a question is that?” He asked with a cheeky grin, sucking his mark on your sweet spot, “I can never get enough of you.”

“Never?” You asked him with an amused smile.

“Never ever.” He confirmed, pressing a kiss to your lips.

You had been feeling sick for the past few days, getting up early in the morning to bend over the toilet and empty out the contents of your stomach into it.

“Why don’t you go to the hospital wing and have it checked?” Fred asked, giving you a worried look.

You shook your head, waving him off, “I’m fine. It could just be a bug or something.”

“You sure?” Your boyfriend asked, raising a brow at you.

“I’ll be fine, positive.” You said, giving him a reassuring smile.

“When was the last time you had your period?” Hermione asked a week later, after you’ve told her that you were still vomiting.

You thought about it for a moment before dread washed over you when you realized it, “It’s late… by two weeks.”

Thankfully, Madam Pomfrey wasn’t in the hospital wing so you managed to get a muggle pregnancy test without anyone giving you a suspicious look.

Hermione then stood outside of the bathroom while you conducted the test.

Your stomach dropped as you stared in horror at the two red lines that stood clearly on the white stick.

You sat down on the lid of the toilet seat, feeling like you would collapse if you didn’t. The tears started flowing down the apple of your cheeks as your whole world was suddenly turned upside down.

Hermione started knocking on the door, “You alright? What’s the result?”

You couldn’t give her an answer - but she could hear you crying and that was enough.

She gently opened the stall door and came in, rubbing your back in an attempt to comfort you.

“What am I going to do Hermione?” You asked, “We’re just 18. We can’t have a baby yet.”

“I know.” The younger girl consoled, “Everything’s going to be alright.”

You gripped the test tightly, “Everything’s not going to be alright Hermione. Everything’s going to be a disaster.”

“Y/N, you have a wonderful boyfriend who is basically so whipped for you, who would do absolutely anything for you and looks at you like you just gave him the world on a silver platter. I know that this won’t be easy, but I don’t see how this will be a disaster.” Hermione said.

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So Much for Secrecy | F.W.

Title: So Much for Secrecy

Requested: Yes/No

Summary: When Fred starts sending letters that weren't up to his usual standards - you start to get worried.

“Are you sure you can’t stay over at the Burrow for the summer?” Fred pouted, holding on to you as tightly as he could without suffocating you

You giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck as you gave him a smile, “I already told you. We’re going to our summer house since this is the first time my sister’s been home since she went off to college. I’ll write to you everyday and I’ll be able to head to the Burrow two weeks before school starts.”

“Fine.” He huffed, pecking your lips, “You better write to me everyday.”

“I promise.” You said, still smiling up at him.

“C’mon Fred! You’re just parting for the summer! You’re not a soldier going into war.” George called out from the spot where he and the rest of the Weasley family were waiting.

Fred rolled his eyes at his twin, causing you to laugh.

“Go! Your family is waiting.”

“They can wait a little bit longer.” He muttered, bending down to connect your lips in a brief kiss.

“Oi lover boy! Hurry up!” George’s call came again.

“Coming!” Fred said, littering kisses all over your face before he made his way to his family,

“Bye! Write to me everyday! I love you!”

You laughed, waving at him, “Yes, I promise that I’ll write everyday! I love you too!”

–

That was two weeks ago. And you had kept your promise to your boyfriend that you would write to him everyday.

“Writing to your boyfriend, again?” Your sister mused, peeking over your shoulder.

“Yeah.” You said, not looking up from your letter, “Why?”

Y/S/N shrugged, “You just wrote him a letter yesterday, and the day before that.”

“So?”

“So? Normally when my boyfriend and I exchange love letters its either on a special occasion or a weekly basis.”

“Well, my relationship is different from yours.” You said, sealing the letter in an envelope.

“Good point.” Y/S/N agreed, “But, why everyday?”

You smiled, remembering the little exchange before you temporarily parted ways with your respective families.

“Fred is clingy, in a good way. He’s just adorable when he’s clingy. He even told me once that if there ever passes a day that he doesn’t get to see even just a glimpse of me - then his day isn’t complete. So, he made me promise - three times if I may mention - that I would write to him everyday so that ‘he doesn’t miss me as much’.”

“Why didn’t you bring him over?” Your sister said, giving you a look, “I would’ve loved to meet him!”

You smiled at her, “I won’t make any promises - but, maybe next year.”

“I’ll take that then.” She teased.

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I posted 1,258 times in 2022

That's 1,258 more posts than 2021!

511 posts created (41%)

747 posts reblogged (59%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@bishonenprince

@tacitusauxilium

@oraclememehacker

@eris-the-phantom-thief

@aeniqmata

I tagged 1,128 of my posts in 2022

Only 10% of my posts had no tags

#like a queue come true - 307 posts

#out-of-bear-suit - 167 posts

#v: not alone anymore - 133 posts

#teddie answers - 120 posts

#bearutiful self - 57 posts

#promo~ - 55 posts

#teddie musings - 54 posts

#anonymous - 53 posts

#v: a home to protect - 36 posts

#headcanons - 34 posts

Longest Tag: 133 characters

#((i'm imagining teddie mopping himself into a corner and being unable to leave since he doesn't want to step on the wet floor he made

My Top Posts in 2022:

@tacitusauxilium

Last Golden Week was one Teddie wasn’t soon to forget. Sure, there was another supernatural case and a fight to save the world, but that wasn’t important right now. What mattered is that Teddie got lots of new friends! The Shadow Operatives were filled with so many elegant yet kind people. There’s sexy Mit-chan, non-human Persona-users like him Ai-chan and Labby-chan, beautiful Yuka-chan, gentle Fuu-chan, the half-naked Akky, and the rest of the team. By the time everyone left, the poor bear already felt a bit of loneliness creep in. Sensei going back to the city didn’t help either. Oh well, these feelings are all a part of life, too.

“Maybe I should go to Okina today...?” He mumbled to himself, “No! Only sad, lonely people go to the movies alone!” His head shook at its own suggestion.

On days that Teddie didn’t have any shifts at Junes and his friends were at school, he tended to wander around town a bit until something caught his eye. If he’s lucky, one of the nice housewives stop him for food and gossip. What a kind group of ladies!

“Hmm?” Something different caught Teddie’s attention. It was a white dress that wasn’t anything like the girls in the team wore. Wait! Could it be?!

“FUU-CHAN!” It was difficult to ignore the screams of a running bear.

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“Hey! I remember you from Junes!” A small blue bear with a red and white outfit of some kind has run up to Sora. There was something familiar about this bear’s energy and mannerisms. In fact, that high-pitched voice was a bit similar to a certain blonde retail worker.

“How are you enjoying the town of Inaba so far? You said you were new, right?” He walked a half circle around Sora before finally staying stationary for now. Yup, Teddie has confirmed that this brunette still had that odd yet cool sense of fashion.

24 notes - Posted July 8, 2022

You all know the drill by now, so let’s cut to the chase! Please like this post to give me permission to do the following:

Send unprompted asks to your muse(s)

Write random starters (both prompted and unprompted and of varying lengths)

Tag your muse(s) for dash games and stuff that reminds me of them

Jump into your IM’s for plotting/shipping/HC’s

Mention your muse(s) in other threads

And more!

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☆ Independent RP blog for Teddie from Persona 4

☆ Low to Medium Activity

☆ Crossover & OC friendly

About // Rules // Verses // Interest Checker // Permanent Starter Call

Promo credit: @softmortem

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My #1 post of 2022

I noticed that there's a terrible lack of bears on your dash so let's fix that, shall we?

Please reblog/like if you're interested in interacting with Teddie from Persona 4. Crossovers and OC's are bear-y welcome. I have a full-time job so there will be spots of low-activity, but I still love this character with all my heart. I've been here since 2012 and I'm glad to be back for more!

40 notes - Posted July 3, 2022

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I posted 5,661 times in 2022

That's 5,008 more posts than 2021!

919 posts created (16%)

4,742 posts reblogged (84%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@loverhymeswith

@phoenixhalliwell

@dashavau

@lorecraft

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I tagged 4,115 of my posts in 2022

Only 27% of my posts had no tags

#thanks! - 1,542 posts

#gifset - 526 posts

#gifs - 525 posts

#friend reblog - 503 posts

#friends rec - 502 posts

#joel kinnaman - 499 posts

#rick flag - 421 posts

#top gun - 387 posts

#friend ask - 381 posts

#top gun maverick - 376 posts

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My Hero

Fandom: Marvel, Spider-Man, The Amazing Spider-Man, Peter Parker

Word Count: 4535

Thank you to @swaggysposts for the amazing request! Sorry if I went too long because I got carried away! But this was such great request, I couldn't help myself 🥰

And thank you to @babblydrabbly for beta reading for me!

@lanatheawesome, @mournthewicked

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Waiting for Someone

Fandom: Top Gun, Top Gun: Maverick, Robert "Bob" Floyd, f!reader

Word Count: 1211

TW: Fluff, Kissing, Bar, Drinking, Unwanted Flirting

Note: Thank you to @srry-itshockeyszn for the great request! And thank you to @loverhymeswith for beta reading for me!NO plot-related spoilers for Top Gun: Maverick

Top Gun Masterlist

You knew the second you entered The Hard Deck that this had been a mistake. Being this close to the airbase, it wasn’t surprising that for every three people in the room, two of them were in uniform. And you had had enough experience with these kinds of places to know nothing good came of hanging around one by yourself. However, you were here for a reason, so after quickly smoothing out your sundress, you hurried over to the bar.

Taking a seat on one of the stools, you ordered a beer from the kind bartender who gave you a sweet smile as she handed it to you. But just as you raised the bottle to your lips, someone leaned heavily against the bar top next to you. Glancing out of the corner of your eye, you saw a handsome blond man with an arrogant smile staring back at you and you internally groaned. While you had expected this, it would have been nice if you had been able to at least take a single sip of your drink first.

The man slid a little closer as he asked, “So, what’s a pretty little thing like you doing all alone in a place like this?”

You softly sighed as you said, “I’m sorry, I’m not alone. I’m waiting for someone.”

“Well, you’re in luck! You don’t have to wait anymore because I’m here now.” As he leaned in even closer, you could see a small crowd of pilots over his shoulder watching his every move.

You rolled your eyes and took a small sip from your beer. You knew this had been a bad idea, but you had wanted your visit to be a surprise. You should have just called ahead and let him know you were coming. Or asked him to meet you somewhere else. But it was too late now.

Trying to keep your tone as polite as possible, you said, “I see that. And in case you didn’t understand by my tone the first time, I wish you wouldn’t be.”

You heard the pilots behind the man snickering at your response and there was one jeer of “Hangman’s left hangin’!”. The man’s eyes narrowed slightly, and his jaw clenched before he pushed himself off the bar and walked back over to the pool table.

Relieved he was gone, you finally thought you were going to get some peace and quiet when another man with a loud Hawaiian shirt and a mustache sat down next to you. “Sorry about him. He’s a jackass. But I liked how you handled yourself. That was quite the brushoff.” The man stuck out his hand. “The name’s Rooster.”

Politely, you gave his hand a quick shake before turning back to your drink. But you could still feel his eyes on you. With a sigh, you turned back to face him. “Rooster, is it? I’m sorry, but I really am waiting for someone.”

“Oh… I just thought….” The man shook his head before smiling. “Well, no problem! What’s his name? Maybe I know him and can help you find him.”

“Sweetheart?”

The voice instantly perked you up as you turned to see your boyfriend standing just behind you with another woman at his side. Hopping off the stool you rushed over and threw yourself into his arms with a squeal of delight. He stumbled back a step, but his arms wrapped tightly around your waist and his head rested against yours.

After a moment, you pulled away to take a good look at him. You were relieved to see that even after all of his dangerous training he still looked just like he did when he had to leave you a few weeks ago. Same hair combed perfectly to the side, same blue eyes slightly magnified by the same wireframes, same adorable little smile that sent your heart fluttering. He was still your same Bob.

“Oh my god, I can’t believe you’re here!” Bob said joyously, but then his tone turned more confused as he asked, “Actually, what are you doing here?”

Before you could answer, the woman next to him politely cleared her voice and gave the two of you a questioning look. Bob started as he realized the situation, “Oh, sorry! Phoenix, this is my girlfriend. Sweetheart, this is Phoenix. She’s my pilot.”

“Of course! Bobby’s told me all about you!” You quickly pulled the other woman into a hug which she returned after a moment of shock.

“Oh! Um, hi! Bobby actually never mentioned you.”

You pulled away and turned to your man. “That’s not surprising. He told me he doesn’t like to talk about his personal life with you guys, and I usually respect that. But I had a few days off of work while they redo the office and I jumped at the chance to come and see him.” You held out your hand and he instantly took it. “I hope that’s alright?”

Bob smiled at you. “Of course, sweetheart. I was just surprised, that's all. But I’ve missed you so much!” He pulled you in close and you wrapped your arms around his neck before placing a big kiss on his lips.

“Wait…. So, Bob is who you were waiting for?” Rooster asked slowly, clearly not believing what he was seeing.

You nodded, as your head still rested on his shoulder and a wide grin spread across your face. “Yep! So, I guess you two do know each other!”

Bob looked down at you in confusion. “Yeah, we do. But how do you two know each other?”

“Oh, Rooster here was just offering to help me find you. Don’t worry, he was being sweet about it.” You offered Rooster a small wink and he gave you a smile in return.

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Some Wounds Leave Scars (Part One)

Fandom: DC, The Batman, Batman, Bruce Wayne

Word Count: 1021

Notes: This is set before The Batman (2022) so there are no spoilers for the movie.

Thank you to @spooky-ghosts and @skvatnavle for beta reading this!

@babblydrabbly, @lacontroller1991, @merlehs, @spooky-ghosts, @loverhymeswith

Part One, Part Two, Part Three(Coming soon)

“What are you doing here, my dear?” Your father asked as he tightly embraced you.

You returned the hug, but you could sense a slight edge beneath his joy, a small tension in his shoulders as he squeezed you tight. He was happy to see you, but at the same time, he was concerned about your sudden unexpected arrival.

“I had an assignment in Blüdhaven that I was able to finish early. My flight isn’t scheduled for another few days, so I thought I would come and see you! I mean, it’s been over a year since you came to visit me, and over three years since I’ve been back to Gotham. I figured it was time to stop by and see how much has changed.”

“Yes, and I’m overjoyed to see you, but this isn’t the best time. Maybe lat-”

“Alfred!” A familiar voice called out for your father from the other room, cutting him off mid-sentence.

You smirked softly. “He still can’t do anything for himself?”

Your father shook his head with a chuckle. “No. That privilege would still fall to me.” He gave you one last squeeze before pushing you away. “Now’s not the best time. Maybe we could get a late dinner tonight. Just the two of us.”

You knew he was trying to get rid of you, and you knew why, but you didn’t fight him on it. “That sounds lovely. Just text me the details of when and where.” You gave him a small peck on the cheek and turned to leave.

But before you had managed to take more than a few steps, you heard someone’s bare feet padding across the balcony behind you. “Alfred, I was calling y- Oh! I didn’t realize we had company.”

You sighed softly before turning around. You watched the shock and surprise momentarily flash across his face as he recognized you. He was just wearing a pair of low-rising black sweatpants, which gave you a clear view of his extremely pale, muscular torso that was littered with scars and what appeared to be old bullet wounds. His hair was longer than it had been the last time you had seen him, with dark, slightly greasy pieces falling across his face. He had large, dark circles around his eyes and while you were sure some of it was from lack of sleep, some of it looked suspiciously like leftover makeup. But the look in his haunted, pale blue eyes was the same one you remembered. Even if everything else had changed, those eyes had remained.

“Y/N….” he mumbled softly.

You smiled sadly up at him. “Hey, Bruce. Long time no see.”

He continued to stare intensely down at you for a moment before he seemed to realize what he was wearing. He quickly turned and grabbed a shirt that had been thrown over a chair behind him. However, when he did, he gave you a full view of his back which sported as many injuries as rippling muscles.

You flinched before discreetly looking away. From the second you had first heard of The Batman, you knew of only one man in Gotham it could be. And though you had never openly discussed it with your father, you had a feeling he knew you knew the truth. However, you both had ignored it and that was what you intended to do with Bruce as well until the time came when he felt like telling you himself. If that time ever came.

Once he returned to his spot at the edge of the balcony, this time wearing the shirt, he asked, “What are you doing here?”

“I was just telling my father I had some business in Blüdhaven which concluded early. So, I had a few days off and decided to pay him a visit….. I hope that is permitted given his demanding schedule.” You said the last part teasingly, but his intense stare did not waver. So, you cleared your throat and continued, “I was just about to leave to find a hotel and then we were going to meet for dinner. You are more than welcome to join us.”

“I work nights.”

“Ah….” An awkward silence filled the room. “Well, I better get going.” You turned to your father. “I’ll let you know when I find a place to stay, and we can set something up.” He nodded and your eyes fluttered back to the balcony. “It was really good to see you again, Bruce. Hopefully, I’ll bump into you again before I leave the city.” You gave him one more small smile and started to leave.

“Stay here.”

You stopped and turned around. “Pardon?”

“Stay here. There are more than enough rooms here in the tower and that way you can spend more time with Alfred. And… maybe we could find time to catch up.”

“Are you sure? I wouldn’t want to intrude. I know you respect your privacy.” You tried to say it as pointedly as possible, but whether he understood what you meant or not, Bruce just nodded.

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I Have Missed You

Fandom: DC, Batman, Batfamily, Damian Wayne, al Ghul!Reader

Word Count: 3016

Thank you to @kitty-chan33 for the wonderful request!

al Ghul!Reader Masterlist

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1,355 notes - Posted January 17, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Old Friends

Fandom: Top Gun, Top Gun: Maverick, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, Maverick's Daughter!Reader, f!reader

Word Count: 2309

TW: Fluff, Kissing, Angst, Explicit Language

Note: Thank you to @loverhymeswith for the request "Do you really want me? Or is this your way of getting back at my father?" and thank you to @lorecraft for beta reading for me! 💖

This story takes place BEFORE Top Gun: Maverick but DOES contain spoilers for the movie

Top Gun Masterlist

As you stand outside the front doors of the main building, you struggle to remain professional and contain a squeal of excitement. Your whole life has been leading to this moment and once you walk through these doors, your dreams will finally become reality. Despite the double-edged sword that came with being Pete “Maverick” Mitchell’s daughter, you had made a name for yourself independent of your father’s reputation and earned your spot here same as everyone else. One of the elite few admitted to Top Gun.

Taking one more deep breath, you throw open the doors and hurry down the hall which is currently crowded with cadets, instructors, and other Navy personnel. While you recognize many of the instructors as friends or colleagues of your dad’s, you don’t seem to know any of the students outside of passing acquaintances. You roll your eyes when you notice Jake “Hangman” Seresin in the corner with a few other cadets who look vaguely familiar. Hangman only stood out because he had relentlessly hit on you at one of the awards ceremonies you had gone to with your dad. The night ended with your drink in his face and if he didn’t watch himself now, you’d resort to a much harsher deterrent.

You are so focused on your thoughts of Hangman that you don’t even notice the man walking directly towards you until the two of you almost collide. Apparently, he hadn’t noticed you either because as you both made eye contact, the same look of surprise is mirrored on each other’s faces. Standing before you is a man you haven’t seen for years but had once been as close as family. Your best friend, your first (unrequited) love, Bradley Bradshaw.

But before you can say anything, he mutters, “Ah hell no.” before whirling around and storming down the hall in the opposite direction.

You hurry after him. “Wait! Please! I didn’t know you’d be here. Bradley, wait! I swear, I didn’t know!”

He comes to an abrupt stop and whirls around to face you, anger and betrayal burning in his eyes. “If you did, would it have made a difference? Would you not have come?”

You looked at the floor as you softly shook your head. “No, of course not. You know this is my dream just as much as it is yours.”

“Yeah, but no one stole your dream right from under your nose and left you to fight tooth and nail just to get back to the same position you were four years before!” he spits the words at you, and you can’t help but flinch.

Softly, you whisper, “I told you back then, I didn’t know what my dad was going to do. If I had, I would’ve tried everything I could to stop him from pulling your application to the Naval Academy. You were my best friend in the whole world. Do you really think I would have just stood by and let him do that if I had known?”

“He was the closest thing I had to a father after my dad died and he betrayed me. Why shouldn’t I think you would do the same? You’re just like him.” He starts off down the hall once more, but you quickly follow.

“Just because I refused to cut him out of my life like you did doesn’t mean I agreed with him. But, come on… He’s my dad. What was I supposed to do?”

“You were supposed to have my back. If you couldn’t back then, how am I supposed to trust you to have it now in the air?”

You stop as he keeps walking, your jaw falling open at his accusation. Up until now, you had been feeling regret, sorrow, and a little shame. But all of those emotions quickly turn to rage as you scream, “Fuck you!”

The busy hall instantly goes silent as every person turns to face you but you don’t care. Marching up to a surprised Bradley Bradshaw, you jam your finger in his face. “I know what my dad did was horrible. I know you have every right to be furious with him. And fine, you can even be mad at me for not siding with you over it. But don’t you dare insult my skills or abilities as a pilot or as a wingman. You aren’t the only one who had to fight with everything they had to be here. Do you think it’s easy being the daughter of Maverick? One of the most accomplished, yet most written up pilots in the last thirty years? Everyone always expects me to be him, the recklessness, the arrogance, the total disregard for the rules. And I have worked so fucking hard to show people that I am my own person, my own pilot, and that I deserve to be here. So don’t you dare try to tarnish my reputation just because we have a troubled history.”

You storm past him, ramming your shoulder into his as you do. You feel his hand reaching for yours, but you yank it from his grasp and continue down the hall and out the door.

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