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royal1asset-if · 1 year

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Happy STS! If you had to pick one OC to hang out with for the day, who would it be and why? What would you guys do?

Hi!

Well picking one is kinda hard! You really put me in a hard place lol.

But I think Elrick will be my favorite because he's a fun guy plus not afraid to die.

(Meanwhile)

(Elrick's POV)

Hiding in the shadows, you carefully hold the pie in your hand, feeling its weight as you wait for the footsteps to approach. Your heart races with anticipation, knowing that Luna is getting closer. You count down silently in your head, preparing for the perfect moment.

1... 2... 3...

As Luna comes into view, her white hair gleaming in the dim light, you spring into action. With a shout of "Death From Above!", you hurl the pie towards her face with all your might. It sails through the air, guided by your expert aim, and hits Luna square in the face with a satisfying splat. The pie explodes on impact, covering her from head to toe in creamy goodness. It's a perfect bullseye, and you can't help but smirk as you revel in the successful surprise attack.

Luna's face is smothered in pie as the creamy mess slowly drips down to the ground. Your laughter echoes through the air, triumphant and mischievous. But your victory is short-lived as a knife whizzes past, narrowly missing you.

"It's just a prank Luna!" you call out, trying to diffuse the tension.

However, Luna's response is fierce and immediate. Her eyes blaze with anger as she shouts, "I'm gonna skin you alive!" Her determination is palpable as she starts scaling the walls, moving with surprising agility and speed. Her white hair billows behind her like a furious comet's tail, and her pie-covered face adds an eerie, menacing effect. You can feel your heart rate spike as you realize the seriousness of the situation.

Shit!" you curse, adrenaline surging through your veins. You waste no time, immediately springing into action. You bound forward, weaving through the dark space, your movements swift and calculated. You leap from beam to beam, the sound of your footfalls muffled by the wooden structures above. Your heart hammers in your chest as you glance back and see Luna hot on your trail, her determination evident in every step she takes.

You duck, roll, and twist, narrowly avoiding Luna's knife as it whizzes past you, the sharp blade slicing through the air dangerously close.

With Luna's relentless pursuit hot on your heels, you dig into your pocket and retrieve a smooth ball, barely sparing a glance behind you as you keep running. Your heart races with urgency as you time your throw perfectly, releasing the ball in mid-air. As you watch, smoke erupts on impact, engulfing Luna in a cloud of confusion.

"ELRICKKKKK!" Luna's enraged scream echoes through the air, her fury palpable even through the smoke.

You waste no time, pushing yourself to your limits as you sprint towards your destination with unwavering determination. The minutes feel like hours as you run, your muscles burning with exhaustion, but the thought of reaching your goal keeps you going.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, you arrive at your destination. You burst through the door, slamming it shut behind you, and find yourself face to face with Author, who looks surprised by your sudden appearance.

"Elrick, what are you doing here?" Author asks, puzzled by your unexpected arrival.

You quickly address Author, your words coming out in between gasps for breath, "Sup, Author, do you mind if I hide here for a moment?"

Author looks at you with concern, sensing the urgency in your voice, "Why? Something wrong?"

You barely have time to catch your breath as you blurt out, "Nothing is wrong, it's just that I pranked Luna and she's trying to kill me!"

As if on cue, you hear footsteps echoing outside the door, growing louder with each passing second. Panic surges through you, and you instinctively put your back against the door, bracing for the imminent threat.

"Oh crap, she's here!" you whisper urgently, your heart pounding in your chest.

You turn to face Author, and to your horror, you see them smiling menacingly, a glint of mischief in their eyes.

"Don't do it, Author!" you plead, desperation creeping into your voice.

"Well, my door is ugly because of you!" Author's smile widens, and you can see their mischievous intent.

You quickly try to reason with them, "Please, I'm sorry about that. But this is not the time for payback, Luna is after me!"

Before you can say more, Luna's voice echoes from outside, growing louder and more agitated, "Elrick, where are you?"

"Here's here!" Author shouts, their voice carrying a sense of amusement, as if enjoying the chaos unfolding around them.

Luna's fists pound against the door with unrestrained fury, the wood reverberating with each powerful strike. Her voice is raw with anger as she hurls insults at you, her words laced with venom.

"You bastard!" Luna's voice echoes through the room.

You press your back against the door, trying to create a barrier between Luna and yourself, but the relentless pounding rattles your entire body. The force of her blows sends shockwaves through the door, and you can hear the wood splintering and cracking under the onslaught.

Frustration surges through you as the door shudders under Luna's relentless assault. The vibrations rattle your body, sending shivers down your spine. The force of her kicks and punches reverberates through the room, causing objects to tremble and fall from shelves.

"You're angry about your door, but she's determined to kick this one down!" you shout, your voice strained with frustration.

The noise is deafening, and you can feel the impact of each blow as Luna's fury propels her relentless attack. The door groans in protest, the wood splintering and cracking with each strike. Your heart races as you realize the door won't hold for much longer.

The door bursts open with a resounding crash, and you are sent sprawling to the ground, landing face first with a thud. The impact leaves you momentarily dazed as you struggle to gather your bearings. You quickly scramble onto your back, and your heart skips a beat as you come face to face with Luna, who is standing over you with a knife gripped tightly in her hand.

Her eyes are blazing with fury, and her white hair seems to crackle with energy. The knife gleams menacingly in the dim light, a stark reminder of the imminent danger you are in. Luna's expression is twisted into a snarl as she glares down at you,

You muster a weak attempt at humor, hoping to diffuse the tension. "C'mon Luna, it's just for fun," you joke, trying to mask the fear that clenches your gut. "I mean, you look good in cream!"

Luna's eyes narrow, and her grip on the knife tightens, her anger seemingly unaffected by your jest. Her expression hardens as she takes a step closer, the knife glinting dangerously in the dim light. "Oh? Then let's see how good you look bald!" she retorts, her voice laced with venom.

(Author's POV)

""But of course, being my favorite means being my favorite to destroy!" I saw Luna pinning Elrick to the ground.

"So if you excuse readers, I'm gonna watch a makeover!" I summoned popcorn.

#My Favorite OC #Thanks For The Ask #Don't Tell The Others About This #Elrick Looking Good Lol #Luna Uses The Pie As Shaving Cream Haha

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anniesocsandgeneralstore · 2 years

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I, of course, have a question about your werewolf au! Can you expand a little bit on Coyote and Jake's relationship? Like, how long was Coyote a werewolf before Jake was attacked? Does Coyote ever feel guilty for not protecting Jake from being attacked? What was Jake's initial reaction to finding out he became a werewolf? Also, what was Jake and Coyote's conversation like when Jake had to reveal that his Luna was a member of their rival pack?

M !!!!!!! lemme tell you something...LEMME TELL YOU SOMETHING. I will accept any and all questions about the werewolf au for the rest of time because I love it so much. And I love you. Thank you.

Javy and Jake are best werewolf bros for life but their relationship is also a little....complicated....

Javy was turned about a year before Jake (again by attack cause Bellmoral sucks complete ass)

And when he was turned, it was explained to him to genuinely not to get close to anybody (especially young, strong, healthy people) because Bellmoral had the nasty habit of stalking members of his pack, taking note of who they were close to, and attacking their friends

It's just how the dude finds his Beta pool (again, cause he sucks complete ass)

But Jake and Javy were technically friends before Javy was even turned.

Javy tried and failed to stay away from Jake. But neither of them are from Washington, Jake was new in town, and Javy at that point was a friendly face. Jake liked Javy and Javy liked him. They were buds. Some of the only non-natives who worked at the log yard.

In the end, Javy just had to purposefully be an asshole to Jake so he could stay away from him (putting Jake in his sad boy hours cause "not friends?" 🥺)

But Jake is nothing if not determined. So next day at the yard Jake confronts him about his shitty behavior.

"Look, man, it's for your own good! Just stay away from me!"

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

But it's too late. Cause guess what happens that day after work?

Jake gets attacked.

And Javy just feels so fucking guilty about it.

In my head, Javy is driving home from the yard, sees Jake's truck on the side of the road. He pulls over to see if he needs help cause he really isn't an asshole, but then he hears screaming in the woods. And he just knows.

He runs into the woods and finds Jake face down on the forest floor, back torn to shreds and barely clinging to life. Bellmoral just left him there to turn and heal on his own.

So Javy takes him to a nearby cave, knowing he couldn't get him very far before shit started to hit the fan.

He stays with him the full 48 hours it takes for the bite to take effect and for his wounds to heal

Mickey and Rueben bring by food and blankets and stuff and they stay for a few hours (do they also have a similar story?? .....yes. so sorry red sky i just keep putting you through it)

Not to add injury to injury but Jake definitely just wakes up in the middle of the process and is screaming bloody murder cause that shit HURTS. Every fiber of his being is being altered and he's not used to his muscles stitching themselves back together like that. Eventually, he passes back out.

"What is....Happening to me?"

"I'm so sorry."

Jake doesn't remember asking that. But it haunts Javy to this day.

When Jake finally wakes up, completely turned and completely healed, he is so fucking confused. Could've sworn he just got attacked by a giant wolf in the woods. Was it all a dream? But Javy was there, looking at him like he was his greatest horror come to life. (OUCH anyway). But then he feels the scars all over his back and he knows that it was real...But how the hell is he even alive?

Javy explains it to him. And Jake has a hard time believing it but like...He definitely should have died but he's alive and in a cave and he feels different. It's not weird, but it also isn't not weird. He feels stronger, more confident, and his mind is nearly overwhelmed by the strong scents everywhere.

"You'll learn to block most scents out."

Jake probably asks that Javy show him. Cause there are so many signs but like this is just impossible.

Javy shifts in front of him and Jake just goes "JESUS CHRIST"

After that it's just a massive learning curve. And a whole lotta nightmares and PTSD. But the pack is there to help and guides him through everything like the family he's always wanted.

(and then he sees how that family is being treated and he is having None of That. But that's a story for a different day lol)

Javy feels guilty about what happened to Jake for the rest of forever. It feels like the entire thing is his fault even after Jake tells him, repeatedly, that he doesn't see it that way. That Javy did nothing wrong.

So when Jake becomes Alpha and asks Javy to be his second, he jumps at the opportunity because he can try and...make up to himself (?) for what happened to Jake. He gets to help and protect his friend and now his Alpha.

And as far as Jake revealing Ronnie is his Luna, well....Here we go:

That night in the tavern didn't go exactly as planned. But at least Blue River knew they were here, and their encounter had been controlled. That was until that woman with the raven black hair jumped over the bar and aimed a shotgun at Jake's chest.

Until Jake began to ache with something powerful to be near her. To touch her soft skin and have her scent of old book pages and lavender fill his lungs till there was nothing else.

He knew to ask Rueben and Mickey about it. The only mated werewolves he had ever met. They told him about the draw, the need to be with them, how it would nearly hurt to be away from them, how the bond would need to be accepted and settled - how Alphas' mates are called Lunas.

If you were mated, they would basically become co-leader of the pack in a way. Like a queen.

Jake felt his stomach drop as the pieces finally fell together. That Bradshaw girl was his mate. His Luna. His queen. Shit.

Rueben and Mickey obviously had some inclination about what was going on. But the first person he told was his second-in-command: Javy.

"Is that why you asked about her?" Javy questioned once Jake was done explaining.

He nodded his head. "Yeah. Didn't know what it was at first. I mean...She's beautiful so I thought I just...I don't know."

"Well, shit, man." Javy got up from the couch and sighed, dragging a hand down his face. "She's a fucking Bradshaw."

"I know."

"You saw the way they reacted when you just looked at her funny - if you take her away to be your Luna...Fuck. It'll rain down the fucking cavalry."

"I know," Jake repeated, then he rubbed at that spot at the center of his chest. "But I can't just ignore it. It already fucking hurts."

This pulls at Javy's heartstrings for reasons Jake will never fully understand.

So Javy sighs, "Just take things slow, okay? See if you can get her alone to talk. Who knows, maybe she'll just reject the mating and we won't have to worry about it."

Javy left after that, claiming a shower as Frank came out of the bathroom dripping. Jake still sat on the couch, rubbing that spot that hurt at the center of his chest. He knew that it was a bad idea. That there were so many risks. But she was his mate. His Luna. His queen. As soon as he got turned the Moon Goddess picked her for a reason.

And maybe that reason was to save Red Sky from the brink of extinction.

werewolf!topgun taglist cause this info is kinda Cool and Important:

@blue-aconite @darkestbeforethedawn16 @supernaturaldawning @illisius @hope-love-equality2 @wanderingdetectives @sqrlgrl22 @dempy @theforevermorereject @the-untamed-soul @emandems10 @xxshea-barnesxx @piceous21 @sopheeg @ollyoxenfrees @luckyladycreator2 @newlibrary @himbos-on-ice @gigisimsonmars @agentminnesota187 @indynerdgirl

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enbyleighlines · 5 months

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Leigh plays Tellius prt 13

Time to defeat the Black Knight!

I think it's weird that they included the line "if I were a swordfighter" here, considering that Mist can, in fact, wield a sword. Again, I'm sad that there aren't any magic damage dealing swords in Radiant Dawn, because Mist wielding the Sonic Sword makes her a terror on the battlefield.

I was so nervous starting this map. My Ike was lagging behind in terms of HP and defense, so I knew that defeating the Black Knight wasn't going to be easy.

However, getting to to the Black Knight proved to be a piece of cake. I had Kieran, Oscar, Nephenee, and Reyson tackle the left side of the room, and had Jill, Mist, Mia, and Ilyana tackle the right, with Ike and Soren heading straight down the middle. Soren was a beast, dodging every incoming attack and triggering adept on every other enemy.

As much as I love Path of Radiance, I kind of hate this trope, where the hero has to face the big bad on their own, as a part of their character arc. Like... for what purpose? Teamwork makes the dream work, or so they say.

At the very least, they should allow Soren to follow Ike, so long as they have reached A-rank in their support. I really missed having that nice avoid bonus during the BK fight.

I do wonder, was this on purpose or an accident? The Black Knight seems too skilled to make this sort of mistake, but for what purpose would he promise a swift death to Ena, only to intentionally break that promise? Despite his villainy, he's a man of his word, isn't he?

Okay, so here was how everything looked when I approached the Black Knight. It wasn't the worst odds, but man, I wasn't entirely confident, either.

Aaaaand, perhaps unsurprisingly, Ike almost immediately died to BK triggering Luna. And thus I was forced to do the entire map from the beginning...

On my second go at the Black Knight, Mist got this amazing level-up! Unfortunately, right after I took this screenshot, Ike again perished at the hands of the Black Knight...

On my third try, this particular line from BK seemed a little too on the nose. Determined not to die to another Luna, I gave Ike a seraph robe to increase his total HP, so he had a higher chance of survival.

Unfortunately, while I did perform better on my third try, I ran out of time. I spent a long time deliberating whether I wanted to try this battle again. On one hand, I just wanted to move onto the next chapter. But on the other hand, I really didn't want Nasir to die...

And so, with a heavy heart, I reset the game yet again.

Thankfully, the fourth try was a success! Ike managed to trigger an Aether on the third turn, slaying the Black Knight and by extension saving Nasir's life.

Whew!

This was definitely the most challenging chapter for me. However, I really wanted to defeat the Black Knight, mainly to keep Nasir alive. I don't even plan on using him, I just get sad thinking about Ena having to live in a world without her grandfather.

At least it's finally over.

Next up: The Twisted Tower!

#leigh plays tellius #fire emblem path of radiance #path of radiance #fe9 #tellius

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lunarblazes · 2 years

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I beg for Luna angst. Beautiful lovely pain. Possibly of the 100 Hours variety, doing something with the "all three/four of these guys just lived through an apocalypse" thing? Grian so eager to get wings for himself because falling is a nightmare (and determined to keep Scar alive this time, even if he's failed every time before). Joel building right on a river -- but not an ocean. He relishes the tall trees. They make him feel small and the greenery doesn't remind him of Mezalea at all. Scar taking all the risks because if he survived the end of the world he can survive anything but also... he's afraid that might be true. And Jimmy, running off with a plea to "just let me live here! haha!" because he has nowhere else to go.

"Well, this is a nice gathering, huh?"

Jimmy laughed softly at Scar's words--or, maybe not his words, but the fact that they were being said as Scar was standing knee-deep in the river beside them. An enderman screamed, its black claws spread wide.

Grian came in with a shining diamond sword, his chestplate haphazardly fastened to his torso. He sighed and swiped at the enderman. It went down with a few hits. "Scar--"

"I know, I know. It's fine, Grian, I'm even holding a totem!" He flashed a golden figurine. "You-- yeah. It's fine. Promise!"

Grian hummed noncommittally, pulling Scar out of the river. Joel snickered from above them, his elytra flaring out behind him.

"Joel!" Jimmy called as Joel perched in a tree, kicking his legs and observing them with an air of amusement. "C'mon down here, join the party."

"What are we, roasting marshmallows?" Joel scoffed. Nonetheless, he jumped into the river with a huge crash, spraying everyone with water. He came to the surface with a huge grin on his face.

"Joel!"

Joel spat water at Grian as he complained. Jimmy had to admit that he looked a bit like a drowned rat.

It was a little unsettling to see him without his feathers, but--well, they weren't here to talk about that, were they? His hair was bleached out completely white at the roots. Jimmy tried not to feel too bad at the sight. They all lived, in the end, and Grian's totem gifts had been delivered, so Scar was fine, too. It was fine.

And Jimmy still remembered the taste of gunpowder and the burn of a reactor. He didn't know where it came from. He didn't know why the river felt like home. He knew that he'd be staying here as long as he could, though, because he... he didn't want to be alone. As much as they rib on him. He didn't want to be alone.

They didn't talk about how frantic Grian gets when Scar's in danger. Of course they all want to help, but it always seemed to hit him closer to home. Especially when he lost his wings to the mansion--Jimmy didn't think he could forget the utterly crestfallen look on Grian's face when he reappeared without them.

Not to mention how Scar kept almost daring the universe to kill him.

Joel lived along the river and Jimmy thought that he understood. He had a shield on his wall and he thinks he remembers the name.

We're all a bit of a mess, aren't we? Jimmy thought. He wondered if he should tell them that. They probably already knew.

"Roasting marshmallows sounds great," he said instead.

#solidarity gaming #goodtimeswithscar #grian #smallishbeans #100 hours #lunar wishes #lunar prophecies #comet prompts #hope this suffices!!! i'm not. good at angst am i #it's always gotta be hurt comfort with me

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wistfulrat · 3 years

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this week’s fics! feat. bakeries, bookshops, bisexual awakenings of the angsty and fluffy sort, wolfstar goddads being tender as hell, desi harry reconnecting with his culture, domestic drarry, a lap dance set to akon’s smack that, and more!

But That’s History by @ebbet - 54k - T Harry Potter starts his first year as Muggle Studies Professor only to find that Draco Malfoy has been hired to teach History of Magic.

listen to me. this is one of the funniest drarry fics i've ever read. i was cackling in my bed at 2am because harry’s internal monologues throughout this fic are unhinged. insanely quotable. “what was he, a lothario” and “you were crushing me with your muscular thighs!” are lines that live rent free in my empty head. harry has never played anything cool a day in his life. there’s a faculty meeting where the teachers are planning the yule ball and debating the merits of a DJ when harry decides he must defend his muggle-music-loving honor by dancing seductively to akon’s smack that while a blushing draco loses his mind. i fucking screamed. and the best part is that in between the comedic scenes threading the overall story, you have extremely tender moments of like, padma patil helping harry become a more rooted desi by sharing their cultural traditions, harry proudly donning his sherwani. draco wrestling with his past, going to harry’s lgbtq+ club for students, being sheepish with ron and hermione. ugh, comedic writers with emotional depth are clever and talented as hell!!

Realities, Unfurling by @ebbet - 45k - M Draco Malfoy is released from Azkaban into a changed world.

incredible collage-fic told from multiple povs. 8yrs post-war and everything’s changed. the current state of the magical world unfolds via slice-of-life snapshots from a truly stunning cast. non-binary harry whom is running a non-prof org dedicated to building tolerance and establishing equality for marginalized identities. post-prison-release draco whose life will be changed by the internet. neville’s tender relationship with blaise. andromeda’s fiercely protective mothering. remus and sirius being alive and very hot and just, the tender goddads harry deserved. cho chang being brilliant. baker pansy’s softened edges. found families abound. harry being flustered by their crush on draco and making personalized playlists on an iPod nano.

that all might sound narratively cluttered but the author more than pulls this off. glorious, start to finish.

Knead by @jovialobservationanchor (an @hd-erised fic) - 83k - E This is not a story about Harry renovating Grimmauld Place. This is a story about coffee shops and brewpubs, about Ginny and Luna on a farm with creatures, about magical Oregon, coastal road trips, flying, friendship, and Draco Malfoy's lean arms.

cinematic. a love letter to oregon’s expansive landscapes and lively cities. it’s harry finding home in unexpected places and people. in the vast silence of rolling fields, endless coasts, and starry night skies big enough to feel like you’re adrift in space. and it’s also the lingering, intimate quiet of early mornings in a bakery, sitting on a park bench overlooking the city as you eat ice cream next to your crush. it’s harry watching ginny and luna dance and work around each other like bees. it’s the slow unfolding of harry and draco’s relationship as they fill each other’s quiet. finishing this fic is like waking from a good dream. transporting, immersive, lovely.

Harry Potter and the Bisexual Awakening by @writcraft - 20k - E Harry is perfectly content being single, heterosexual and living in Godric's Hollow with his very clingy rescue dog, Snitch. When Draco Malfoy turns up on Harry's doorstep demanding that Harry teach him how to drive, things quickly become a lot more complicated.

first of all, i feel very seen by draco being a gay-who-can’t-drive. it’s called representation. but mostly i love the ease of harry and draco’s banter, a flustered harry discovering his sexuality, and the way this fic addresses biphobia. also very emo over this exchange: “I think I might be scared of you, but probably not for the reasons you think.” “Yes.” Draco stares at Harry. “I think I might be scared of you too.”

Forged through flowing water by @tedahfromtayla (an @hd-erised fic) - 40k - E When Hermione sets up a diplomatic mission to begin repairing the damage British colonisation did to Indian magical communities Harry isn’t going to pass on the opportunity to visit and help his family’s home country. Maybe he should have asked a few more questions about the personnel she had recruited for it before signing on because Malfoy surely has an ulterior motive to be there.

so much to love about this fic. the beautiful settings, from kolkata to mumbai, to the holi festival and colorful lively streets, to remote cave settlements and old intricate temples. it’s harry in the homeland, reconnecting to his family’s heritage and confronting the weight of imperialism in his history. it’s nipping the white savior complex in the bud. this part: That is what England left behind. That is what it still stands for, despite whatever mask of respectability and honour it presents. . .You don't get to step aside and let someone else deal with the mess. You have to listen and learn and then act, Malfoy, you need to learn how to fix your own mess. This is why we're here. my indigenous ass cheered. HP certainly sells the british fantasy but HP fanfic?? fuck jkr, fuck the crown. i love that this fic doesn’t romanticize england’s history. i love that we get to see the vast resilience and beauty of post-colonial india.

Purity Control by yrfrndfrnkly - 28k - T In which Harry tries to ignore his trauma with fantasy Quidditch but Malfoy's Thereness™ is distracting and all his classmates want to talk about are unicorns, virginity, and Muggle music.

tender 8th year fics where they go from bristly as fuck to understanding and soft 100% guaranteed to make me emo as hell. all the teens have traumas and no one wants to talk about it but eventually Things are Talked About. it’s good of the adults to finally notice. everyone just wants someone to hold their hand. and this part: “You’re the only person around here who’s a bigger mess than I am.” “I thought maybe we could be a mess together,” pls don’t look at me as i weep over their gentle empathy.

Advent, a comic by dustmouth - WIP - T It's Harry and Draco's first Christmas together and Draco is determined to live his full yuletide fantasy, come hell or high water.

dustmouth, patron saint of whimsical drarry. whose illustrations singlehandedly reinvented wizarding fashion. whose cheeky and tender comics are like a soothing balm to the utter depravity of this carnal world. harry and draco being domestic, draco’s xmas spirit brand being “traditional unhinged”!! extremely my shit. we’ll absolutely be reading this all december.

Little Spaces by @dracoladon and @lazywonderlvnd - WIP - E Draco's back from France and working on the spell damage ward at St Mungo's with Hermione, who invites him over for dinner. Without telling Harry. This is a roleplay, which means Harry is written by one author (lazywonderland) and Draco by another (dracoladon).

the switch in distinct character voices works so well for this fic!! tonally i feel like i'm watching an episode of the office. i personally love harry and draco being Pissed Off at how much they want to bone each other. the battle of the tapenade was the most riveting dinner scene i've read in a minute. clever, hilarious, emotionally tense. can’t wait until that inevitable moment post hate-sex when they’re gonna be like “oh noooo it’s a Heart Boner as well!! >:((” hell ya we’re subscribing for chapter updates.

Dragons Don’t Know Paradise by @teacup-tai - WIP - E In 2004, when Remus spends two scary weeks in the ITU due to complications of pneumonia and his HIV condition, Sirius walks around the house like a ghost and Harry finds comfort and strength in Draco through a chat in an online LGBT forum. Harry falls for him, but Draco has a lot of secrets and, before long, will need to come clean—even if he believes that no one is able to understand a dragon.

non-magical bookshop AU. remus and sirius’ relationship is a marvel. the ease of their affection with harry makes me so emo. draco’s friends being insistently present even as he tries to isolate himself. this is a story about acceptance, found families, and falling in love at a distance. the intimacy, the longing, the tenderness. what a fic!! i keep coming back to this part:...he looks at ease, inside his body, a body he needed to fight for. He’d made peace with his struggles and his scars. And Draco realises he wants that. He wants to be at ease inside his body, the body that now carries a virus. He wants to be at peace with his own existence. you hurt for draco so deeply but you get moments like these where he affords himself a kindness that feels foreign and it’s just!! the boys navigating grief and learning to be vulnerable. so good.

#drarry fic rec #drarry #we live and die for desi harry aka hari poddar bc fuq jkr #a lot of soft drarrys this week but in my defense ive been reading hella angst and my depression was not finding that cute #weekly drarrys

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slyther-bi · 3 years

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Guilt

part 2

part 1

It was over

The war was finally over

"Professor"

~2 years later~

The sun was shining bright over the homes in Spinner's End. In one particular home a girl with blonde hair was in the back tending to the small garden. She wiped some sweat off of her forehead and stood up. She admired her work and crossed her arms happily.

"It looks lovely, Luna"

Luna jumped slightly "You startled me" she turned around and smiled "I'm glad you like it Severus"

Severus gave her a small smile "Well I don't see why I shouldn't" he spoke which caused Luna to let out a soft giggle. Luna removed the gloves she was wearing and grabbed hold of Severus's hand before leading him back inside their home.

The pair walked inside and made their way to the living room. They sat down on the couch and Luna laid her head on Severus's shoulder. She closed her eyes and hummed happily when Severus placed a gentle kiss on top of her head.

Luna felt happier than she's ever been and she didn't want it to end.

*BANG BANG*

Luna jolted awake, she breathed heavily and grabbed hold of the sheets beneath her to try and remain calm. She closed her eyes and tried to will herself not to break but it was pointless. Tears formed in her eyes and they fell like the rain pouring outside.

'It was a dream...' She thought and her heart began to ache just like it always did the day the war ended.

When she heard that Harry killed Voldemort she felt pure happiness. Finally they could live their life without fear, finally Professor Snape won't have to suffer at the hands of that awful man.

"Professor" She said and quickly ran looking for him. She had to tell him, should he not know, that the war was over. She had to make sure he was ok. Luna ran into Hermione and Ron and hugged them both tightly "Oh I'm so glad you two are ok" She breathed.

They both hugged her back "We're glad you're ok too Luna" Ron spoke and smiled as they all let go. Luna beamed "Listen do either of you guys know where Professor Snape is?" She asked with a bit of excitement but that feeling faded when she noticed the sunken expressions on her friends faces.

'Oh Merlin was he hurt' She thought but before she could speak Hermione had broken down in tears. Ron hugged her tightly and rubbed her back in order to comfort her. He turned his attention back to Luna who looked pale "Luna....I...he..." He spoke but stopped to take in a deep breath least he starts crying like Hermione.

Ron regained some of his composure and continued "Luna I'm sorry but Professor Snape......he's....he's dead. Voldemort killed him" He said and Luna couldn't believe her ears.

No this couldn't be true, he can't die, he...he promised.

Within the Room of Requirements Luna was patching up Severus yet again. "I wish you didn't join" She spoke softly after she finished wrapping up his arm. Severus let out a soft sigh "I wish I didn't either" He muttered. Luna looked up at him and pulled him into a hug "Promise me Professor that we'll both make it out alive, please" She said shakingly, she was asking for the impossible but she knew Severus was strong. She felt him wrap his arms around her "I promise" He said in a quiet whisper that Luna wouldn't have heard had she not been rather close to him.

"Luna"

Luna snapped back to reality and tears began to form in her eyes "NO! YOU'RE LYING HE'S NOT! HE CAN'T BE!" She shouted out, this couldn't be true it just couldn't. Hermione tried her best not to breakdown again "It is Luna, we saw him die. He gave his life for the sake of this war" She stated "If you don't believe me you can see him for yourself. He's in the shrieking shack inside the whomping willow" She added and Luna quickly turned on her heels and ran towards the willow.

With such quickness and determination she dodged the Willow's branches and slid into the entrance. She continued to run until she reached the end. There in front of her was the door that separated her and Severus. With shaky hands she slowly opened the door. Her heart shattered cause there in front of her was the very person she had hoped had lived.

"Severus...." She muttered and dropped to her knees. 'No this couldn't be happening' She thought and began to cry. She gently grabbed hold of him and cradled his lifeless body in her arms. She cried out, till her throat gave out, to Merlin begging him to reawaken the man in her arms and to take her instead.

*BANG BANG*

Luna jumped a bit and slowly climbed out of bed. She opened her dresser drawer and pulled out a black cloak, that belonged to her beloved professor, and quickly wrapped it around herself and made her way towards the window. She watched as the rain grew heavier and the sky turn darker. Oh how she wished she could turn back time and change fate.

Sadly that was impossible, Luna sighed softly and placed the palm of her hand against the window. This house was the only thing that remained of him, all his things from Hogwarts had been brought here upon her request. This house was almost sold to another couple but She had managed, with the help of her friends, to obtain this home before they could.

The world may not view Severus as a hero but Luna did, and she was going to do whatever it takes to keep his memory alive. She quickly wiped away her tears and walked over to her nightstand. She opened the drawer and pulled out some parchment paper, a quill, and ink. She sat down on the bed and quickly went to work.

From that day she began to write the story about Severus Snape.

The greatest man who ever lived.

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troped-fanfic-challenge · 3 years

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TROPED Choice: Conclave Fics!

We received nine (9!!) Fics for The 100’s TROPED Choice: Conclave Event! This Choice event had one round of a Choose Your Own Tropes Challenge, but with a Canonverse theme! Writers had to select a Clan/Location in the 100 World, a Character, optional additional Theme, and set of Tropes that were different from everyone else. Only one writer could use each trope, clan, character, and theme! Check out what they created below:

Please try to read as many fics as you can! Take some notes, leave some kudos/comments for the authors, and help us vote on the winners!

Voting will be open until May 28th at 11:59pm EST! Vote here:

https://www.surveymonkey.com/r/T7R7YFJ

i've been asleep so long (wasting away) - Second Dawn!Harper in Azgeda! (Rated M) [Harper/Roan]

Summary: Peaskepa is a legend, a woman older than time that shows up to peacefully resolve conflicts, a woman who cannot die, who does not age.

Harper is that legend, and she's spent most of the last four hundred years alone, avoiding the people she keeps alive when there's nothing to save them from.

Until she finds herself hanging upside down from a tree, caught in the trap of a banished Azgedan prince.

Here There Be Dragons - Ark!Anya on Planet Gamma! (Rated M) [Anya/Raven]

Summary: The Eligius IV sent down a reconnaissance team to determine whether the survivors from Earth can make a home on Planet Gamma. All indications are that there are communities already thriving on the unique planet. Anya Dollinger, the last surviving security officer of the Ark, and her team find themselves in trouble right from the beginning. However, the solution is more unusual than they could have dreamed.

blessed - Jacapo Sinclair in Podakru! (Rated M) [Sinclair/Indra]

Summary: The grieving Jacapo Sinclair managed to survive the years underground in the Bunker. Once it opened, he joined Podakru to help restore their community. A surprise visit changes everything he thought he knew about the past, the present and perhaps even his future.

the miracle of the sea - Floukru!Echo in Floukru! (Rated M) [Echo/Luna]

Summary: A long, low, loud horn sounded, reaching every corner of the rig. The brunette lifted her head from where she had been hunched over, sharpening a fishing spear. It was the sound of the fishermen returning. She rose to her feet, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips, a light breeze rustling her hair and bringing with it the brisk scent of the sea, a scent that had surrounded her for as long as she could remember. She let the breeze brush against her, envelope her, comfort her. This was home, would always be home.

Until it wasn't.

dreams become reality become dreams - Costia in the Deadzone! (Rated T) [Costia & Emori]

Summary: You were in love.

It was an indescribable, unendable love. You knew that your love could span across eons, across universes. Your love felt like a dream, a dream that you never wanted to wake up from.

But no one dreams forever.

- or where Costia is banished from Trikru and meets Emori in the Deadzone. Cue hostilities, insults, sarcasm, and eventually, friendship

this is me swallowing my pride - Bryan in Wonkru! (Rated T) [Bryan/Miller]

Summary: When Bryan realizes that he and Miller have differing ideas about Wonkru, he puts an end to their relationship before things get messy. When he starts exchanging secret messages with someone, though, he begins to wonder if he acted too quickly.

don't need to question the reason (i'm yours) - Bardo!Reese on Skyring/Penance! (Rated T) [Octavia/Reese]

Summary: Our story starts with the abduction of a young Bardoan on a routine prisoner pickup from Penance. The young man's father, however, was Bill - yes, that Bill - so the plan was to ransom him off. But when the three kidnappers and their prisoner get lost in one of the many forests of Penance, they spend the night in an abandoned barn, and our story changes from one of danger to one of love.

this is the life that we choose (this is the life that we bleed) - Madi in Louwoda Kliron! (Rated T) [Lexa & Madi]

Summary: Madi kom Louwoda Kliron was hidden from the Flamekeeper’s scouts by her mother. But Heda Lexa kom Louwoda Kliron found her -- and trained her in secret. Madi was never supposed to become the Commander, unless something went terribly wrong and there was no other option.

But, of course, something went terribly wrong.

You're All I Have - Eligius IV!Levitt on Bardo! (Rated T) [Levitt & OC]

Summary: "It was nights when the sky was dark and the moon shone full that Levitt liked the best. He, Jerom and Lupe would climb up to the roof of Jerom’s apartment building and howl at the moon like wolves. Fitting, as both Lupe and Levitt’s name meant wolf. With their matching dark brown hair and eyes, it was like they were perfect grey wolves in the night. Jerom’s blond hair and blue eyes didn’t really fit with the wolf vibe, but he was an honorary member. They made their own pack and Levitt wouldn’t change it for the world."

#troped: t100 #troped choice 5.0 #troped choice: conclave #troped: conclave #troped conclave submissions #submissions #troped: voting

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ERNIE MACMILLAN: AN APP

so this is an app for one, ernie macmillan, on a time clash site (i promise i don't only rp hp but i've been in a nostalgic mood). anyway, i am posting it here because i'm proud i finished it (lol) and because i've had so much anxiety about my writing, if anyone ends up reading this for fun please tell me what you think <3

who are you anyway? a macmillan, so they say. but you aren’t one, not really.you bare another name, secretly hold it close to your chest. they might find it burnt into your bones but they would have to skin you for it first, you’ll be damned.so who are you? a macmillan, or so your mother says. it is up for you to choose but do you have a choice? not really.for who would willingly choose a father that refused to let your mother hyphen your surname? nothing but a shame on your paternal family’s house, on their pure blooded legacy, all because you were born a bastard before marriage. but weren’t they betrothed anyway?weren’t they getting married? mother reasons that it’s not so bad, that she had tried to love your father but couldn’t.mother reasons that it’s not so bad because for all her trying at least she got you.you’ve never been able to ask that big question: why. why couldn’t she love him? why wouldn’t he love her? but you think you understand that cold, hard, faraway look that glistens in her eyes when she talks about your father. the way her eyebrows furrow with a fierce determination. you think you understand that she was too good for your father. in more ways than one. so, who are you?ernest. ernie.pride is a fickle thing if you haven’t got the self-esteem for it and you’ve never had that problem. no. not you. for what better way to spite the family that rejects you? what’s really wrong with you anyway? just a bastard pureblood, raised by your single mother, but really, what’s wrong with that? for there was really no shame in the name ‘macmillan’ no matter what room it was you walked into. macmillans are truly not used to being anything outside of well liked and prominent. as far back as wizarding society could remember, only your untraditional birth is the ink stain on a perfectly fresh parchment. what’s wrong with being macmillan when it means you could walk into a room a black may be occupying while chatting with a werewolf — if the company might have pleased you — and toujours pur would still maybe even give you a quick hello under that nasty breath.(pride is what you hold on to as if it’s the last thing you do. you walk with your head high, you walk with your back straight. you move crisp and fluid, unaffected like a thick skinned boar.)mother’s love has always been enough. tall and willowy, gaunt faced mother who loves linen cloth and muggle records and wearing sheer glitter on her eyelids. who always smells like soap and fresh lilacs. who’s smile is as golden sweet as honey. as a small child you loved to watch her arrange flowers in a vase, freshly cut from her own garden, and the way she’d concentrate so hard the tip of her tongue poked out the side of pink lips. you sat there perched with one of her old first year books but it’s really her you study. engraving every inch of the moment down to the golden hour sun setting alight her hair through the window because you always wanted to remember this:to remember the way mother was always giving and good natured. to remember that she never walked around with a chip on her shoulder, holding grudges. that she was always considerate even to the tiny petals of the flowers she loved so much, ensuring that not even the limpest of them were ever mishandled.to remember how you swore to yourself every time in such moment, that you would always be her son. dutifully. that you were always going to choose to be the kind of man that made that kind of mother proud. you love your mother dearly, for all that she has done for you. so you choose to be macmillan.(not like you had a choice.)

ii.

if only you knew what i had been through, if you knew, you would rejoice too.but it’s hard. to look back and remember the beginning. such a peaceful, hopeful beginning, full of love and the addictive buzzing of an excited, thrumming heart. it’s a struggle but with a bit of effort — with a bit of conviction and sincerity — and the ghost of your mother’s smile, it comes back to you.(almost.)the moments that remind you what you’re living for.to remember that dark haired boy who couldn’t seem to quite make it past the first step on the hogwarts express, the panicked look he’d shoot to those behind him. waiting. watching. how it brought a smile to your own. for you were nervous too but you were always much more brave. much more prideful. you push through the older and the taller and when he makes another attempt to step down back on the platform you place the palm of your hand on the small of his back. firm but kind and encouraging. “up you go now, next foot forward. you don’t want the train to leave without you.”it’s your mother’s way of speech that comes out of your tiny mouth but it seems to be what he needs to continue moving. justin finch-fletchley. it rolls off your tongue. not as your mother’s words but your own that feel almost like a stranger to you. justin finch-fletchley. you repeat his name back to him before introducing your own. you repeat his name over and over again in your mind. it rolls around as you look into soft, kind eyes and you smile so hard it makes you both blush. you think before you know, before it truly manifests itself, that you would like to stay by his side forever.( he is beautiful. not like you. you who have become sharp and angular. you who bares scars, some uglier than others and the memory that for all your wounds, you’ve still seen worse. and maybe he has too. maybe his scars are hidden in his breastbone like the name you secretly carry. but he is beautiful, not like you. soft and gentle and like the foggy glow of a full moon reflecting in a midsummer night’s lake. and his eyes. somehow, through it all, his glittering, kind eyes stayed the same and you fear most that when he looks back at you he sees something different. something that’s changed. that something which has been lost to you. and yet nothings lost, not really. not when his eyes are fixed on yours and his body is so close. when despite all the metallic sweat and blood and dust, his lips are so sweet and warm— the only thing you taste. and finally— finally, you know he’s alive and you’ve got him in your arms and without even having to think, you know that from now on, you’ll be by his side forever. )if only you knew what i had been through, if you knew, you would rejoice too.but it's hard.hard to rejoice in the now when you remember what you had done it all for. the memories don’t come back in night terrors but rather like this: when the caressing summer breeze, folds around your face and the sun peaks out into a blue sky, so warm and so welcoming, it’s light seeps through to the bone and wraps around your soul. the innocent sound of laughter from children no older than eleven, the buzzing excitement of first time wands and school robes rings through your ears and one accidentally bumps into you sending their ice cream cup flying so you offer to buy them a new one. and like a flood it comes back. knocks the very breath right out of you and suddenly you are back on hogwarts grounds and right in front of you is a child, eleven. a child being punished with the cruciatus curse and your body moves faster than your brain can think, faster than your wand hand can jinx, and collides with a carrow. hands with a mind of it’s own shoving a face into wet dirt. a righteous fury burning in your heart. a group of first years silently horrified. like fighting through thick fog you blink your way back into the present but the glaze that covers your eyes doesn’t go unnoticed and you can feel them watching you when you awkwardly stumble away — with the ringing of screams in your ears and the pulseless wrists of the bodies you check on

your fingers and the smell of metallic blood in your nose as you help heal the wounded — because it is not your name they know or remember. and you don’t blame them. you’re not prideful any more anyway and you’re not bitter because for all your scars, you’ve seen worse.if only you knew what i had been through, if you knew, you would rejoice too that you're still here amongst the living.

iii.

bones stretch against hard surface that is as cool as the marble statues that haunt the old macmillan estate. hot flesh stings from the chill so that the sweat stuck to your back starts to make you shiver. you had sworn you could do this. where had that little boy gone? you swore that you were fine, strong enough to follow the seasons into the icy winter where wildflowers died waiting to be reborn. redefined with the melting renewal of spring. you got stuck in the winter of your life.( and how dare you feel this way, what gives you the right? how selfish and miserable it makes you feel when you know it could all have been worse. much worse. when you know how fortunate you are that at least justin and hannah and susan are breathing, and ginny, neville and luna, and god— harry! thank god for harry, who suffered most of all. )healing is a hard, thankless work and you feel the weight of lives in the bags of your eyes and in the bag you once called your body. and there you are scared to close them even for a moment because they are heavy and you fear you might not wake up again. for while you wrestle with the lives of the living, you feel like you're walking amongst ghosts. the resting of eyes so tempting and sweet, you could keep your body there: propped up against the walls of st. mungo’s where you melt under pressure and remain but a ghost along with them. he was cut out for this. you? you don’t know who you are anymore or where that little boy has gone. and all you want to do is cry out for mother (hold her a little bit, feel the stroke of her gentle long fingers, her soft voice as sweet as her honey sweet smile vibrating from her chest as your head rests on her shoulder, mother who would know exactly what to say) but you know she won’t hear you being just another ghosts too. one more casualty of war, a death kept close to your chest. he was cut out for this. you? what happened to you?where did you go?back to where you could feel the presence of mother in search of some peace of mind. back to the dusty boarded up shop, strategically placed right before diagon alley gives way to knockturn, where you begin to clean up the last of the aftermath of war in your life. the one thing you had yet to touch because it had hurt too much to see it. hurt to see the dried blood left over on bits of broken glass because she had not gone easily, your mother. and you try your best not to think of your father as you sweep up the dust and pieces of wood, or what he would have thought upon hearing the news. you don’t want to know which of the bastards had done it, try not to think of how many there had been to come calling once she’d been found out for helping muggleborns flee the country. most of all, as you fix the apothecary your mother left behind, you ignore the nagging thought in your head that maybe he had been here too.( in fact you try hard not to think of him at all. he’s always been a fragment rather than a memory. a looming presence like the dark side of the moon to which you know is there but as they say— out of sight out of mind. and what had he ever done for you to occupy a space in your mind anyway outside of conflicting you with a deep sense of loathing and a burning need to prove yourself better off. what had he given you other than small fragments, not real memories of being around for a christmas or two, and maybe he had taught you how to read on one of those occasions. been the one to show you that you pause for a breath after a ‘period’ so that your sentences weren’t all monotone and run on. but what did he really give you aside of a deep sense of shame?and possibly a memory, not just a fragment, of being the one thing that could always make your mother cry. )so what happened to you, where did you go?back to where love was more than a distant memory. something you knew of once in your past. for not even the soothing waves of the ocean that sing you lullabies and glitter against light like an omnipresent beacon could have given you such peace as this kind of love.where he smells like wildflowers and wet

earth in your bed and has a smile that is so warm and sweet, warmer and sweeter than even honey, that it feels like you’re being kissed by fresh spring sunlight after a dark, bitter winter whenever he fixes up the corners of his mouth. how could life be so pure with him that even the sight of the smallest potted succulent could have made your heart do flips. how come every place you went all you thought of was him. how he would like this and how he would want that. how was it possible that loving someone this way could have tempered your soul and suddenly you saw more — in everyone, young and old, every walking soul — of what people needed. you wanted to be kind like he was, much softer than someone like you could have been brought up to be. you wanted to smile at a stranger, to warm their heart and make their day, through the love that he has given you. it is not me you see but the man who loves me.justin finch-fletchley. (you’ll never forget that moment you saw him from across the great hall. how your body was ready to break and your heart swelled so large that it hurt inside your chest because there he was. brave and beautiful and my god- alive! you had spent every single day — waking and sleeping — thinking about the last time you’d seen him. how you watched his back until it disappeared in the train station with all the words you wanted to say boiling at the tip of your tongue and your hands tingling because they had wanted so badly to grab him and shake him and call him a fool, didn’t he know that it was all going to be different? couldn’t he sense that all your lives where about to change? but instead you watched him, silently let him go. and it dug in your brain like the worst, most sour kind of memory. and for every pain a carrow could have inflicted on you, it never felt worse than that image of watching his back fade away. but there he was brave and beautiful and my god— alive. and as your body had moved towards him you swore you would never leave his side. that you would stay there forever.)you think— you feel, as you put the pieces of your mother’s shop back together, that life should be simple like this. you had figured out that sometimes you could do more outside of the ministry and even further, you realized that sometimes you could heal others without healing work. sometimes you could heal them with some love, some kindness from a stranger.

iv. “give us a peace equal to the war or else our souls will be unsatisfied, and we will wonder what we have fought for and why the many died… “ - langston huges

you feel strange as you struggle to wake up from a dream that felt so tangible and real and you could have sworn that your fingers had been gripping justin’s hand— or was it susan’s? maybe hannah’s? with elation and excitement before the gravity that tethered you to the world breaks, pings melodically like the thread of a unicorn hair ripping apart, and your foot breaks through cement into a veil, like you are slipping through the crack of a sidewalk and it all goes dark. fuzzy. what had you been dreaming that felt so real? and why does your body feel so strange. knees burning with a sharp pain, spine twisted, a forearm pressing into a headboard so unfamiliar and yet too familiar. where did it go? this dream. why was everything in your mind so foggy and why does your heart feel so desperate like something is wrong. like something has been lost when finally all the pieces you’d been trying to pick up were reshaping into something exciting and new. you feel unfamiliar and familiar at the same time and it’s that familiarity which fills you with further dread. you stretch out old bones too big for the bed it’s curled up upon and instantly know where you are. home. and now you reason this must be it. this is the dream and you must have fallen asleep (so weird). so vivid and real but how else could you explain the unmistakable sound of the pan sizzling in a distant kitchen, and the sound of joni mitchell’s 'blue' album skipping where the vinyl was scratched, and the sound of your mother’s voice humming along. sweet as ever but off key like a little bird chirping at the wrong time of day. you stretch out your bones and your whole body cracks and that dread that you’ve been feeling seeps into where they’ve popped but you can’t help yourself. you must see it to the end. you jump up quickly, your childhood room not being spared a glance (but you wouldn’t have recognized it anyway if you had really taken a look and maybe that was for the better because it would have frightened you) and you run for that sound. the sound of home. of mother. and you tell yourself, very convincing of a job you do, rationalizing that you are trapped in a dream regardless of how it all feels so real. as real as the other dream. but which one is which? and your mother? her eyebrows frozen in a furrow at the sound of your footsteps tumbling through the house. the sound of a man’s body lumbering through. and the moment your eyes lay upon her you think, yes, it must be true. so your heart forgets that dread it had been feeling because she’s here. with you in this place. because you are home and you missed her so dearly. but her body feels too real, her heart hammering against your chest when in a thoughtless, childlike moment you hug her. you cry on her shoulder and you cry out the name ‘mother’ with such mournful sorrow she jerks away and it dawns on you she’s real. that she’s real but you’re real. but what does that mean? and oh, god— where is justin?

#character-dev*

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suney · 4 years

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Ripules n 12 cuz shy losers?

12 - things you said when you thought i was asleep [1/5] next →

Amanda is standing at her workbench heaving on the end of a crowbar the first time it happens.

“Just give me a second! I’m nearly- there!”

“What the hell are you going on about now?” A barrister pokes her nose into the workshop, observing the unfolding events from over her glasses. “I know you like your own company and tend to have these ‘stern’ discussions with yourself, but yelling at no one is actually pretty fucking weird, Amy.”

“Don’t call me that.” Ripley fires at her with a dangerous glance, wiping away horrific spatters of tin scented fluid, it’s tang reminiscent of aluminum on fillings. “Also, I was yelling at you for being an impatient ass on my comms.”

“Mm, no, I wasn’t.”

“Who else could it have been, Nina?”

She hums, squinting down at the screen, an insistent banner flashing white and grey along the top.

Eat… 18:30.

“My God you’re an idiot, Ripley. That’s not a message, it’s an alarm.”

“What? I don’t have any alarms, not for this time of day.” Amanda brushes the device off the table and into her bag on the floor. “And name calling, really?”

“I was joking.” She holds her shoulder, crossing her ankles to lean fully on the other woman. “But since you’re already distracted, come and sit down. I bought lunch.” She gently touches the cold wrist of a synthetic, laying motionless on the table. “If that’s alright by you, Samuels? Because I swear, even you won’t be able to make me give her mouth to mouth if she faints again.”

“He won’t be able to make you do anything until he’s fixed, Taylor.” The engineer rolls her eyes and follows the heavenly smell of curry wafting from the crib room.

“You really think you can?”

“I have to…”

The next time it happens she had fallen asleep using a bicep of the deactivated- the temporarily dead- android as a pillow. Her chair up as high as it will go and his hand in her own.

Sleep… 23:59.

“W’the fuck is going on?” Amanda mumbles into the synthetic’s side, lazing her arms over his chest to look at the screen. She wonders if she had installed a dodgy app, or if there had been a bug in the last batch of updates.

She yawns, swipes at the alert, and decides it probably had the right idea anyway.

Goodnight.

“Goodnight… I guess.”

Over time, the alarms had become progressively more specific. Mentioning conversations she’d had in private, even alone. Offering her advice, greeting her, wishing she had a fabulous day or night. Shockingly even to her, she never thought it was creepy, going back through her downloads to determine they had in fact been from the phone, to the phone. It was sweet. Familiar in the way it was worded like an old friend.

“Hey.” Taylor, as had become routine, appears at her door for visit one out of three today. “I bought coffee.”

“Oh my God, you read my mind.”

“I do, everyday, at exactly seven in the morning.”

“Yeah and what time do you call this?” Amanda gratefully trades the cup for a pair of soggy tin-snips and takes a drink, her fluid covered hands sticking to the paper as they swap back. Her friend holding it by the lid at an arms length.

“Late. Late is what I make of it. I’ve been at work since five absolutely snowed in with paperwork. So, fend for yourself for lunch? And don’t stay up all night, I know you’re excited, but get some rest and do it properly. Please. You only get-”

“One shot.” Amanda nods, pulling at a creamy tube full of metallics. “I know.”

Her phone blares once, and then again.

“Are you still getting those?” Nina asks indifferently, unable to counteract the hand over her upper stomach attempting to hold her bagel down as out of the chest comes what looks like an organ, attached at the base by colour coded wires.

“Yah."

“Aren’t you going to check it?”

It rings one more time in a different tone and Amanda supposes she should. The advice it offered had sometimes been handy, telling her the microwave had gone off, or the ice had melted in her bourbon and coke. This, however, was eerie.

Pay attention.

Please don’t cut the red wire.

Do not cut the red wire.

It vibrates a final time.

S-Exec Repair Manual, p 138: preventative measures for fuel cell ignition.

“Holy fuck.” Amanda flips a page on the next table over, quoting from it. “‘Disconnect from power source before removing fuel cell… red wire last… prone to violent combustion…’ Holy fuck."

“Someone’s definitely watching over you.” Nina breathes a sigh of relief.

“I might- yeah, I might sit down for my coffee today.”

“Good idea. I’ll leave you to it.”

Amanda nods her goodbye with a quick hug and regards the synthetic at a safe distance. It isn’t until hours later that she moves, or even speaks again, shocked into silence by the fact she could have killed her friend and less importantly, lost an arm in doing so.

Your drink is definitely cold. It has been for six hours.

She glances at the screen as it wobbles on her jogging knee. “So, I’ve been thinking,” she starts out of nowhere, “if I didn’t know any better, which I do, I’d agree with Nina and say you’re looking out for me. Which is ridiculous because all the evidence points to you just being a device, but I think somebody is behind this. Whatever this is."

I am here.

“Yeah, I feel that. Maybe I’m going insane, because that’s kinda likely… but I think you want something from me too.”

What might that be?

“I don’t know. I don’t even know who you are, let alone what you could possibly be after.”

It would be nice if you stayed intact.

Amanda huffs her way over to disconnect the trickle charger from the terminals in Samuels’ chest. “A real Samaritan.”

I am being honest. I want you safe. I…

“You what?"

Nothing.

“Okay buddy, maybe it’s best to pump the breaks before you freak me out. Don’t get me wrong, you’re cool, whoever you are, and if you ever show yourself we can go for a beer or something. But I’m kind of… committed elsewhere.”

Committed?

“Yeah.”

Oh.

“Problem?”

Not at all. I'm… happy. For you. Pause. Anyone I might know of?

“Probably not, we haven’t been on-site very long.”

Nina? A familiar sass bleeds through this notification that Amanda can almost hear.

“What? Fuck no. I care about her too, but it’s definitely someone else.” She wipes hydraulic fluid from her hands on an old rag. An old rag that happened to be a shred of Samuels’ favourite semi-melted shirt. He looks disgusted by her actions even in his sleep. “Do- do you really think I’d be investing so much time and effort into fixing this synthetic if I didn’t- care about him? A lot?”

Yes, you would. Because you are kind.

Amanda fights to urge to inform the stranger that she’d had to kill people before. Murder at point blank range. Leave some to die. Use human life as distraction. Instead, she turns up the radio.

“Blue Öyster Cult. Burning for you. What a solid song.” She looks over the slightly charred synthetic before her. “I’m not being at all ironic.”

Home in the valley, home in the city;

Home isn’t pretty, ain’t no home for me;

“You know it?”

Obviously. The text is no different than usual but rings like a pompous English accent. It is a classic, I rather like it. And Bat Out Of Hell.

“Oh, my friend. You are after my heart.”

I hope so…

“Keep hoping.” She laughs to the ceiling, tapping a hex key to the palm of her hand. “When I finally get this guy up we’re going to Earth and we’re just- just fucking hitting the road. Getting outta Dodge, or y’know. Luna. We can sleep in shitty motels and in the back of the car and I can pick up work in garages as we go. And I know I’m going to absolutely torture him with this kinda music, he’ll hate it, but I’ll find ways to make it up to him.”

I do not think he’d hate that at all. I think he’d love it, actually.

“I don’t think he loves anything. I don’t know if he can. But here’s hoping he’ll be fond enough of me to stick around after he’s back in one piece, and out of The Company’s grubby little hands.” She realizes the irony of her words, hesitating to brush his hair back with grease stained nails. “If he doesn’t it’ll be enough knowing he’s out there somewhere. Alive, even though I miss him. Fuck, I miss him.”

The device falls silent as she presses her lips to his forehead.

“Goodnight, Samuels. Keep ‘em crossed for tomorrow. It’s the big day.”

Her comms device vibrates in her pocket as she flops down onto the cribroom couch. Her eyelids droop, brain shutting down for the day. She decides she might just check it in the morning.

(Goodnight, Amy. I miss you too.)

#ripuels ask fic

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dilly-dally-drabbles · 6 years

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Can you maybe do one where the bros' S/O dies either in front of them or in their arms because I'm as evil as Ardyn? *PS. Please tag me when and/or if you do it.

Oooooh this was evil 😂 I combined your request with @shirleyhush‘s request bc they were very similar! I hope you both like it!

TRIGGER WARNING: DEATHTbh all of them would react very similarly if you were to die in their care. They’re all gonna grieve and blame themselves for it.

NOCTIS

Is gonna react basically the way he did in game with Luna

Really won’t be much difference

He’ll try to protect you as best he can

Probably get knocked unconscious

And when he wakes to see you’re dead

He’s gonna blame himself for everything

He’ll grieve for a really long time and he shut himself off from the world

As in game, Gladio is gonna have to snap him out of it

And Noct will respond with pure rage

He doesn’t want to move on without you

GLADIO

This is gonna have to be some boss-level stuff if you get hurt

Because this guy is gonna both train you good, and protect you with his life

So if you go down, its a serious battle that even he knows he can’t win

He will pick you up and run

While he’s running away with you in his arms, he’s gonna keep saying stuff like

“Stay with me”

“Keep your eyes open”

“Not yet, you gotta stay with me”

Once he gets to a clearing, he’ll set you down and check you over

Give you potions and elixirs, bandage you up, even though nothing is working

He’s a fighter and he’s fighting to keep you alive

Honestly, he’s gonna cry

He won’t even realise but he’s been crying ever since he picked you up

When your body fails you and you pass

He’s gonna be an absolute wreck

He never got to grieve for his father in game bc he had to take care of Noctis

Now Noct isn’t around

He’s freaking out, he’s grieving, he’s regretting

He blames himself

He wasn’t there, he didn’t take care of you as he promised

And now, phoenix down isn’t working, you’re gone and theres nothing he can do

IGNIS

So I found Iggy the hardest to determine in this scenario

He would act one of two ways

He’d either wait until the fight is over and he’s alone to grieve

Or he’d go absolutely insane and break things

If he waits then he’ll literally stand over you and defend you

Once he’s defeated the enemies, he’d hold you tightly and might let a few tears slip

Even at the funeral, he’d be very calm

But as soon as he’s alone, he’d break down

If he goes absolutely apeshit then he will literally destroy everyone in his path

He will get to you and anything thats hanging around you is dead in seconds

He will be screaming and raging

Again once he’s alone he will break down and grieve

PROMPTO

He’s gonna be the worst effected by this

He’s the kind of person that wears his heart on his sleeve

In battle, as soon as you go down, he’s running to you as fast as he can

He’ll give you his gun and carry you away from the fight

He’ll set you down behind a boulder and stay with you

Arms wrapped around you, trying to heal your wound

As you fade in and out of consciousness, he’s going to be freaking tf out

He keeps thinking you’re dead when you pass out

And hes relieved when you come back round

Until you don’t

He will literally be screaming and crying

Begging you not to leave him

All that noise is gonna attract enemies

He’ll shield your body completely, with his

And shoot at whatever comes near you

If one of the guys or a hunter discovers him, they’ll have to literally drag him away as someone else carries you out of there

He’s going to regret everything he didn’t say and cherish every photo he took of you

~~ Highwind

#ffxv scenarios #ffxv headcanons #ffxv imagines #tw: death #final fantasy xv #final fantasy 15 #noctis x reader #noctis lucis caelum #gladio x reader #gladio amicitia #prompto x reader #prompto argentum #ignis x reader #ignis scientia

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chocobo-sunshine · 7 years

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I'm surprised you haven't been flooded with requests because you're a good writer. But if this hasn't been done already, if the main four turned evil/against the Light, how would they be? Would they still be able to love, etc?

First of all, thank you so much for your request ~.You see, I started this blog just three days ago, and I’m not even sure on how should I run this little piece of my soul. I only had two requests, and that was because I asked for it — still, I’m so happy I did because, as I said, I love to write, but it feels so much better when I get to do it for others, in order for them to read that.I’d like to apologise once more for my mistakes and repetitions, for English is not my first language.Thank you, again, I hope I don’t disappoint you in this. ♥(It took so long I didn’t post anything else in my blog today, I’m really so sorry. ;;I hope you like it, even though this is EXTREMELY harsh, I believe. Feel free to say to me “That sucks!”, ‘cause it really does.)

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• PromptoI think he would be the most likely to fall in darkness. He has suffered so much in his life, all that pain and loneliness, but I feel he was at the limit of endurance. What if his heart stumbled for a moment too long? What if, in the moment where he was the most vulnerable, he decided to stop fighting and re-joined what was once fated to be his destiny?

He would succumb to his own mind tricking him, making him join the forces of Nifleheim as a Magitrooper, as he was once created for. He would be the most powerful of all those soulless robots, still carrying a sparkle of conscience within him, the one thing that makes him the most dangerous. For he was once human, he knows how to make them suffer, and cry, and scream, all under the freezing cold blue gaze of his eyes.

This would not be the real Prompto, though. It would be just as if he was trapped in a dark and cold cage, as if he found shelter in his own suffering. His mind would be quite entirely sealed away, letting his body and actions completely controllable. A puppet slipped in the grip of the wrong side of the chessboard.

Though he seems to have abandoned all trace of humanity, his heart would still be the one of the cheerful guy who smiled at his dark life, bearing it all without complaining. The strength deep inside him would never abandon him, or betray him. Just as his friends.

They would never cease to search for him, for their joyful Chocobo lover. They know they have to be four, the four of them, to be complete. Even when his actions began to slowly reveal his identity, they would never stop to care for him.

I believe Prompto’s heart would continue to love, if allowed to. And I believe his friends, his dearly beloved friends, would come up with a solution to bring him back, because that’s what, deep inside, Prompto wishes the most: his wrecked heart just needs to feel the joy of the sun again.

• IgnisThe gentle and clear-minded Ignis would not have turned against Light in his past, never. He was the most loyal, faithful to Noctis’s cause, and ready to give all he has to fight for it. Until the day he loses his sight.

Even if he never speak about it, even if he never, never, complains about it, it must be so hard for him. It must be difficult to rely only on his other senses when sight was his favourite one, it must be so painful to be forced to abandon the crystal clear sense of him, it must be so wrecking to feel to be a burden for everyone else, causing them so much trouble. It could have destroyed his mind.

The deep depression in which he fell when he realises he will not be the same again is nothing to be taken lightly. He is proud of what he did to fulfil his duty and let Noctis go on with his journey, but all that darkness around him is just too much. Not even his friends’ words can help him, nor the last glimmer of hope inside him can relieve his pain, and it just fades away.

His bad condition, though, never lets him go. He would just abandon the group, at some point, letting himself rest somewhere far from all kind of human contact.

He might be approached by Ardyn while living in his own suffering, and offered a brand new pair of fully functioning eyes. What does he have to lose, now?

Without anyone knowing it, or even suspect it, he would follow him, and get his new Magitek eyes — a dark crimson colour, but cloudy, reflecting his hollow soul.

He would start working for him. Ardyn surely knows how to talk to people, even more how to evaluate those whom he needs. Ignis, or what’s left of him, would just accept it, as he accept passively everything that happens at this point.

Not even when his life companions, always concerned for his condition, find him in Zagnautus, he turns back. He’s changed now, emptied from deep inside. He would never return the same again.

• GladiolusWhen he left the group to find a new strength, nobody ever thought he wouldn’t come back. Not the way he did, at least.

He never came back to his friends. They didn’t even try to contact him. But why would they? Gladio was the first one to leave, after all.

When Gladiolus, the ever courageous and fierce big guy, intended to protect the Prince, but also his friends, felt insecure and worthless for the first time in his life, he decided to leave the others, in order to became even stronger, and be able by then to protect his family.

Still, it felt strange. It was a brand new sensation for him, a horrendous sensation. He tried to get rid of it, fighting back the urge to scream and run away from everything, slaying every creature that happened to be in a bad place in the worst of times.

The irreparable happened when, travelling alone, he pushed himself nearly at the end of the known world. Nobody knows what occurred back then, but sure is that Gladio faced an incredibly strong and relentless opponent, who left tremendous scars painted on his whole body. He even nearly lose an arm for that fight, and only the Six know how he managed to stay alive at that juncture.

He prayed the Gods, as he never did before, but found himself neglected and abandoned. Nobody ever answered his angered screaming calls.

Once recovered, in the urge of becoming stronger, of proving his worth to the world, he lost sight of what was his first purpose. He became like a wild animal, careless of any living form. Only through slayer, he would relieve his anger, and that same anger pushed him even far beyond humanity, making him kill a hunter in his mission. He laughed on how easy it had been.

Darkness inside him started to take over him, and he became a true beast.

A true Daemon.

He now ravages the whole Eos, sowing dread and horror wherever he pass. The world now surely knows his strength.

• NoctisHe starts feeling himself falling when Luna dies.

He could bear the loss of his dad, his town, all he has known. He really could, he managed to. But when he hears Ignis stating her departure, he can’t help but feeling himself cracking. Literally.

Nothing is the same from now on, his thoughts constantly directed to the things he lost, more than those things he needs to take back.

He would continue on his journey, though, but he keeps failing. Ignis’s ruined, because he failed; Prompto’s lost, because he failed; Gladio’s in anger, of course.

Why would anyone have all those high expectation for him? He was chosen by the Crystal, yes, but was he really the Prince of Light that everyone awaited? “All this journey is just a swirl into pain”, he thinks, but he has to go on. At least, to regain what’s his.

… Even if not in the right way.

He’s determined to let it all come to an end, but he doesn’t believe in the Six nor in the Crystal anymore. He just loses faith in them, it’s not something that can be explained. Everything that happened to him conducted him not in gaining strength, but in accumulating regret and sorrow.

When it comes to take back the throne, he does defeat Ardyn, but… He just can’t feel like bringing back the dawn. Actually, there’s barely no one to enjoy it, so instead of dying, why don’t just live his life as the King of the Eternal Night?

OH EM GEE This tourned out so much longer then expected

#final fantasy xv #please #save my soul #ffxv #request #answered #prompto #prompto argentum #noctis #noctis lucis caelum #gladiolus amicitia #gladio #ignis #ignis stupeo scientia #angst

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royal1asset-if · 1 year

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RO reactions to them saying something funny as they are walking away from a serious/stoic MC, when they hear a snort coming from behind them. But when they turn the MC is (again) looking very serious and raises a brow at them. ROs have never heard the MC laugh before.

Sorry if I took so long, I had so much writing this 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

In the ask room were everyone is huddled close.

Me: Alright guys we got this ask( Passing the paper around) so what do you guys think 🤔🤔?.

Elric: I go first, you see we are on a mission, then one of the bandits is sleeping 😴😴😴 so what I did is I crept up like a thief you see, then I put a rubber snake on it's mouth, then the bandit got scared shitless, I was laughing my ass off, but then suddenly I heard someone laughing beside me, lo and behold MC is laughing too, it's one of the first time I heard them laugh and it sounds heavenly like a something inside of me felt alive and of course they became serious again, you know I will sell a piece of my soul just to hear them laugh again( Determined)

Amelia: Now I'm jealous, the best I had from them is a smile.

We we're at the park that time and walking dogs, then one of the big dogs spotted a squirrel then it chased it half way through the park and dragging me with it

So me eating grass and MC chasing behind me, finally the dog stop running and I stand from the ground then I hear a snort behind me and see MC smiling.

But it dind't last because they became serious again, the things that I will just to see them smile again.( Wistfull)

Luna: Me I don't know what happened, but it just happened, so me and MC is on a pub, of course some guys could not keep their hands to themselves so I decided to teached them a lesson, after I beat them up I gave each of them a kick in the groin.

"You sure guys knew how to cracked me up!" I say and I admit is a bad joke, but I heard a chuckle and it's the most serenading sound I heard and the surprise I have to see that it was MC who was making that sound, that is they became serious again. Now the sound is stuck inside my head.( Irritated)

Serena: Well Looney making nut jokes and here I'm thinking that your a tough nut to crack( Winking) anyways for my story me and MC iare following a mark and we very quiet too.

The mark is walking in a isolated alleyway, we we're about to make our move, that is until the mark slipped on a banana peel 🍌🍌, Sure it was funny but I tried to suck it in to not lose the element of surprise, but it went all to shit, when I heard the most mesmerizing sound for the first time and I looked to my sad and see MC giggling like a child.

The mark tipped off and started running away, I got so pissed off at MC but when I see them still giggling I couldn't bring myself to scold the guy and of course like all they became serious again.

Oh well if I hear them giggle again I will forgive them for every slip-up they have done( Ugggg banana pun)

Dustin: I see, well for me is that me and MC are doing our training regimen and I accidentally step on poop and I said

"Sheit!"( I know it's clique but I'm running out of ideas 🤣🤣🤣)

Then I heard the most divine songs of the angels, I looked to my side and see MC laughing like a mad person ( shocked) I just stood there taking note of the way their mouth smile, their eyes flowing with tears of joy,

Of course they became serious once more, hays if I have to walk on shiet for the rest of my life I will do it just to see them laugh one more time( Making his lifetime vow)

Conrad: What's the big deal, you guys see me not laughing but when MC is doing it, it's very controversial.( Sound hurt or jealous 😅😅😅)

Elric: You see my friend your predictable and like routine(Putting his arm around Conrad)

Conrad: Hahahah, predictable he says(WTF HE LAUGH, I RUB MY EYES)

Serena: OH MY GAD IT'S A MIRACLE( Getting on her knees and started worshipping)

Amelia: WE MUST CELEBRATE 🥂🥂🥂 ( thinking a venue to celebrate)

Me: FOLKS WE GONNA END IT RIGHT HERE, FOR FACK SAKE WE MUST CELEBRATE THIS, THIS, I DON'T EVEN HOW TO DESCRIBE THIS( ENDING BROADCAST ME AND EVERYONEE GOING CRAZY)

Conrad: What the heil is going on?( So confused right now)

Everyone: GASP!!!!!!!

Elric: HOLY SHIET, YOU HEARD THAT HE CURSED( Started to foam on his mouth)

#royalasset #ask me stuff #ask me anything #character asks

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troped-fanfic-challenge · 3 years

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i've been asleep so long (wasting away) - Second Dawn!Harper in Azgeda! (Rated M) [Harper/Roan] by @probably-voldemort

Summary: Peaskepa is a legend, a woman older than time that shows up to peacefully resolve conflicts, a woman who cannot die, who does not age.

Harper is that legend, and she's spent most of the last four hundred years alone, avoiding the people she keeps alive when there's nothing to save them from.

Until she finds herself hanging upside down from a tree, caught in the trap of a banished Azgedan prince.

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dreams become reality become dreams - Costia in the Deadzone! (Rated T) [Costia & Emori] by @lovelessdyke

Summary: You were in love.

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But no one dreams forever.

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this is me swallowing my pride - Bryan in Wonkru! (Rated T) [Bryan/Miller] by @spacekrulesbians

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