#but the game is still dear to my heart even after 6 years
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Falling for You Part 2
VOX x READER
Part One
Summary: After the incident, you can't stop thinking about Vox. Little did you know, he can't stop thinking about you either.
Warnings: NONE. More sassy narrator :0
This was a request for the wonderful @mcueveryday. Enjoy my lovely!
REQUESTS ARE OPEN! See pinned post for details.
About a week had passed since what you were referring to as the “incident”. AKA, falling less than gracefully into Vox’s arms and practically making a fool of yourself. Everything had gone back to normal, at least it seemed to. You still did your heavy workload, still hung around Vox every day and late into the night, still drank over 400 mgs of coffee which you knew you should probably stop doing. In fact, the caffeine was probably the reason you were so anxious about the message you just got.
‘Meet me in my office at 6 pm - V’
That was it. You were doomed. Vox was gonna fire you or worse…find out you have feelings for him. Gripping your head in your hands, you lay down on the flat of your desk and let out a heavy sigh. ‘Put on a game face, just get it over with’ repeats over and over. The monitor of your computer reads ‘5:55 PM’. It has been different lately, with Vox, despite the routine returning. As if toeing that line of flirty and professional had become obsolete, a taboo. Never to happen again. You could hardly look at him anymore without remembering the feeling of his warm hands on your waist, how his figure vibrated with a soft static that could’ve(and almost) lulled you into a sense of security and peace that just felt right.
It felt right to Vox too. Him…Vox.. the charismatic and intellectual news anchor of Hell's 24/7 news channel ‘666’, had found himself caught in a web of emotions. He was the embodiment of chaos and cunning, but deep within the gears of his mechanical heart, there was a longing for something more.
You were definitely a force to be reckoned with. Smart, sassy, and absolutely unimpressed by Vox's grandeur, you had managed to keep him in check. You had been by his side for years, witnessing every outlandish broadcast, every flashy promotion, and every whirlwind scandal Vox was involved in. Yet, behind the scenes, an unspoken connection brewed.Vox couldn't quite put his finger on when his feelings for you had shifted from professional camaraderie to something more profound. Perhaps it was the way you effortlessly handled his chaotic demands, or maybe it was the subtle smiles you shared during stressful moments. Nevertheless, Vox found himself captivated by your fiery personality.
Then again, you too, were not immune to the magnetic pull Vox exerted. Admiring his flamboyance, his cunning charm, and the way he managed to always stay one step ahead in the cutthroat world of Hell's media. It was a guilty pleasure, one you dared not confess, let alone to Vox. Hell, you hadn't even written it down in your journal for fear of being discovered.
Vox, normally unfazed by such situations, felt a peculiar nervousness creeping up within him. Sure, he had flings and scandals, nothing a little media and personality couldn’t fix; the man had base and carnal needs after all. But..this…this was different. You were different.
As six pm approached, you cautiously entered his office with your usual charm to conceal your nerves(a clever ploy dear, I wonder how long that will last).
"Need any help, boss?" you smirked, usual confidence masking the subtle vulnerability that lurked beneath.
Vox spun his chair to face you, a smirk gracing his features. Both of you were playing this unspoken game of cat and mouse…who would talk about it first?
"You know, Y/N, I've been thinking," he began, his voice surprisingly soft.
"I've been dancing around this for far too long and I think I have come to a conclusion.” Vox rising from his chair, strode over to you and hovering over your figure. Your eyes widened, and for a moment, the usual demeanor was at a loss. In that vulnerable moment, Vox and your eyes meet, and for the first time, the depth of emotion reflected in each other's gaze. The tension between you crackled, igniting a spark that neither could ignore. Both smirks and facades fell and crashed.
With trembling hands, Vox reached out to caress your cheek, his heart pounding with anticipation. Breath caught in your throat as you leaned into his touch, both of your desires laid bare for each other to see.In a bold move fueled by years of pent-up longing, Vox closed the distance between them, pressing his lips to yours in a fervent kiss. Time seemed to stand still as they lost themselves in the intoxicating embrace, passion ignited like wildfire.
Removing himself slowly, a genuine smile played on your lips as you felt your knees buckle a little. Holding onto Vox for support, he grabs both your hands and helps you up.
Vox chuckled, relief washing over him. "There you go again, falling for me darling.”
“That’s what you go with, you egotistical bastard?," you teased.
With a shared laugh, the tension between them dissolved and in that moment, Hell seemed to stand still.
“Took you long enough you know?
“Y/N, you know better than anyone not to rush me.”
“And you know better than anyone that I run a tight ship! So do remember next time you wish to kiss me, that you might wanna schedule it because damn it Vox! I have been stressing about liking you for centuries!”
“You and every other woman in Hell.”
“Vox…”
“I know, I know. Trust me darling, I have only fallen for you. Or…rather you for me—twice.”
“I hate you, you know that right?”
“On the contrary, you quite like me dear.” The charismatic news anchor and his fearless assistant leaned in, lips meeting in another kiss that felt like an eternity in the making. Turns out you didn’t have much to worry about after all. Still, you do need to lay off the caffeine dear. It's not good for your heart.(Neither is going a few rounds on your bosses desk with your boss but that is a...ahem...long story for another time)
#romance#boss x employee#vox x reader#vox being a sassy fucker#hazbin hotel vox x reader#hazbin hotel vox#radio killed the video star#vox imagine#request#answered#kisses#the vees
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heyyy i love your imagines so much can you write another katniss x female reader one? 🫶🏻🫶🏻
—cw: unedited 😐😐, TOOTH ROTTING FLUFF, kissing, idk what else LMAO just fluff
—a/n: hii!! thank u sm i love katniss she is actually my fav to write for LMFAOO im glad u requested this <3 i'm gonna write fluff this time, this is after the games!!!!!!!!!
also i don't really have any knowledge about what exactly happens after mockingjay so this isn't exactly canon! ok enjoy LMFAO
Y/N WAS IN THE KITCHEN, PREPARING SOME DINNER. It was almost 5 pm and Katniss wasn't home, she was beginning to worry. She was out hunting, needing her time alone. She was supposed to be home almost an hour ago but she was taking her sweet time.
Usually, Y/N wouldn't mind Katniss taking longer hunting but she needed help with dinner because Haymitch and Effie were coming to eat. Y/N heard footsteps coming from the door, and it unlocks and she turns to see a very dirty Katniss. Dirt and mud dripping off her clothes.
Y/N's eyes widened and she gasped, she just cleaned the floors! "Katniss!" She ran up to her, checking her face for any sign of injury.
"I'm fine, just fell in some dirt." She put her hunting gear down, and sniffed the air with a delighted expression. "What's for dinner, princess?"
"Tomato soup and garlic bread, of course. It's Haymitch's favorite, he'll be very excited for it." Y/N walked back into the kitchen, Katniss following with a confused face.
"Why?" Katniss tried to sit down in the dining table but was grabbed by her girlfriend, disapproval on her face.
"Did you forget? Effie and Haymitch are coming down for dinner! I told you five times, Kitty, how could you forget?" Y/N tutted disappointingly. Katniss shrugged.
"Guess it slipped my mine, dear. Sorry. What can I do to make it up?" Katniss had a knowing look on her face, a smirk spreading her lips as Y/N shook her head, smiling.
"Help me with dinner first, Kitty. But first, clean up and come down as soon as you're done. They're coming at 6:30 so we better hurry."
Katniss sighed and nodded, going up for a quick shower. Y/N was pretty bored as she cleaned the mess that her girlfriend had made so she decided to put on some music.
As Katniss walked down, done with her shower. She saw Y/N finishing up dinner and she was suddenly overcome with contentment. She truly loved Y/N, and she looked so darn cute in that apron and pretty dress. Katniss's mouth morphed into a huge smile.
She looked so pretty with her hair made and a nice dress on. But no matter what Y/N looked like, Katniss would always think she was the most gorgeous lady in the world.
Katniss walked over and put her hand on her cheek, planting a quick kiss on her lips. "You look so pretty, honey."
Y/N blushed, looking down. They've been together for years but Katniss still made her blush like a schoolgirl seeing her crush. "Thank you, Kitty."
As if on cue, Katniss and Y/N's song came. Ain't no mountain high enough' by Marvin Gaye and Tammi Terrell started playing and Y/N started laughing at how perfect this moment was.
Katniss grabbed her hand, twirling Y/N making her laugh even more. Katniss started singing loudly as they danced in the kitchen.
Listen, baby
Ain't no mountain high
Ain't no valley low
Ain't no river wide enough, baby
Katniss sang Marvin's part very passionately, Y/N was laughing at her girlfriend as she sang along with Tammi's. They started setting the table as they danced.
If you're ever in trouble
I'll be there on the double
Just send for me, oh baby, ha
My love is alive (Hoo)
Way down in my heart
Although we are miles apart
If you ever need a helping hand
Katniss grabbed Y/N's shoulders as they sung loudly together. As the song ended they both started laughing loudly, crashing into the dining table chairs, sighing contently. "I love you, Kitty."
It was Katniss' turn to blush. "Love you more, gorgeous."
They heard a knock at the door and Y/N quickly got up, fixing her dress and taking off her apron. Katniss watched in admiration. She looked back at her, "Do I look alright-"
"You look more than alright, babe, you look stunning." Katniss smiled and took her hand, walking to the door to greet Haymitch and Effie.
#the hunger games#the hunger games x reader#the hunger games x you#the hunger games fanfiction#thg#thg fanfic#thg fandom#thg fanfiction#thg headcanons#katniss everdeen x reader#katniss x reader#katniss everdeen#the hunger games katniss#thg katniss#haymitch abernathy#effie trinket#thg haymitch#thg effie#the hunger games haymitch
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The Pétion playing with the dog anecdote is so sweet. Could you do a pet compilation? I know there’s Brount and that Couthon had a dog (and a bunny?), but that’s all I’m aware of.
That’s a great idea!
Is the puppy (petit chien) you are raising for my sister as pretty as the model you showed me when I passed through Bélhune? Whatever it is, we will always welcome it with distinction and pleasure. We can even say that, however ugly it may be, it will always be lovely.
Robespierre to ”a young girl” in a letter dated June 6 1788
[Robespierre] had a dog, named Brount, that he loved a lot; the poor animal was very attached to him.
Le Conventionnel Le Bas: d’après des documents inédits et les mémoires de sa veuve (1901) page 107
At Madame de Kéralio’s I have seen [Robespierre] hold himself apart for an hour, playing with a big dog.
Anecdote reported in 1791 by Charles-Engelbert Oelsner, cited in Robespierre: a revolutionary life (2010) by Peter McPhee, page 94.
On these occasions [Robespierre] was always accompanied by a large dog , of the Pyrenean breed, of which he was very fond. Strange to say, several of these monstrous anomalies of the Reign of Terror, were most partial to animals; and the ferocious Couthon would shed tears when his favourite spaniel was ill. Robespierre's dog always kept watch at the door of his master's bed-chamber. […] [Robespierre] appeared to me like a bird of prey — a vulture; his forehead and temples were low, and flattened; his eyes were of a fawn colour, and most disagreeable to look at; his dress was careful, and I recollect that he wore a frill and ruffles, that seemed to me of valuable lace. There were flowers in various parts of the room, and several cages, with singing birds, were hanging on the walls and near the window, opening on a small garden.
Recollections of Republican France 1790 to 1801 by John Gideon Millingen, page 283-284 and 288.
[Maximilien] rarely shared the games and pleasures of his comrades; he liked to be alone to think at his ease, and passed entire hours reflecting. He had been given pigeons and sparrows which he took the greatest care of, and close to which he often came to pass the moments which he did not consecrate to his studies. […] We were sent, my sister and I, to go join our two brothers every Sunday. These were days of happiness and joy for us. My brother Maximilien, who collected images and engravings, displayed his riches and was happy with the pleasure of seeing that we felt they should be contemplated. He also gave us the honors of his aviary, and placed his sparrows and pigeons, one after another, into our hands. We strongly desired that he should give us one of his favorite birds; we solicited this with entreaties; he refused for a long time, fearing that we would not take the best possible care of them. Yet one day, he ceded to our insistences, and gave us a pretty pigeon. My sister and I, we were enchanted. He made us promise to never let it lack for anything; we swore thus a thousand times, and kept our word for a few days, and moreover we would have kept our oath forever if the unhappy pigeon, forgotten by us in the garden, had not perished on a stormy night. At the news of this death, Maximilien’s tears flowed, he piled reproaches on us that we had only too well merited, and swore that he would no more confer any of his dear pigeons on us. It was sixty years ago that by a childish flightiness I was the cause of my elder brother’s chagrin and tears: and well! My heart bleeds for it still; it seems to me that I have not aged a day since the tragic end of the poor pigeon was so sensitive to Maximilien, such that I was affected by it myself.
Mémoires de Charlotte Robespierre sur ses deux frères (1833) page 47-49
Talking of so important a subject, shall I be pardoned, Mademoiselle, if I speak to you of canaries? No doubt I shall be if the canaries are interesting; and how could they not, considering they come from you? They are very pretty, and, being bred by you, we expected them to be the most gentle and sociable of canaries. What was our surprise when, upon approaching the cage, they threw themselves against the bars with an impetus which made us fear for their lives! They recommence this performance every time they see the hand that feeds them. What plan of education did you adopt for them, and how have they acquired this savage character? Do the doves that the Graces rear for the chariot of Venus display this wild temperament? Such a face as yours should surely have familiarized without difficulty your canaries with the human face. Or is it that, after seeing yours, they cannot tolerate any other? I beg of you to explain this phenomenon. Meanwhile, with all their faults, we shall always find them lovable. My sister begs me to express her thanks for your kindness in sending her this present, and to assure you of the affection with which you have inspired her.
Robespierre to mademoiselle Duhay in a letter dated June 22 1782
He detests violent entertainments, and when M. Deshorties spoke to him this very evening in front of me of going on a hunt, M. de Robespierre, only responding by a refusal of his head, gently moved away the firearms that were shown to him. This gesture was imbued with a kind of repugnance. I even saw a kind of tear glint and a bitter smile form on his lips when we talked about the prey that we would infallibly bring back. He is seen as the greatest lover of the pigeons with which he coos. […] I have taken detailed notes on all this from one of his friends, with whom he is lodging on rue de Saintonge. This friend, like M. de Robespierre, is a great lover of birds; they have raised several hundred birds in a fine aviary; these gentlemen are skilled bird-keepers even if they are not deputies of the first rank.
Mémoires tirés des archives de la police de Paris: pour servir à l’historie de la morale et la police(1838) by J. Peuchet, volume 5, page 340-342. The historian Hector Fleischmann questioned the authenticity of this report, given the fact he could see few reasons for police to investigate Robespierre back in 1789-1790.
I was able to converse between 1838 and 1839 with a famous parrot who had been the friend of Robespierre. He belonged to Mme the widow Lebas...whom I had the honour of seeing often in her little house in Fontenay-aux-Roses, where she would make the sign of the cross when she pronounced the name Robespierre... As to her parrot, when one said "Robespierre", it replied Hats off! Hats off! (Chapeau bas! chapeau bas!) It sang the Marseillaise with perfect diction and Ça ira like a Jacobin. It was - and perhaps, thanks to its diet of grain, still is - a parrot sans-culotte, the like of which can no longer to be found. Mme Lebas recounted with great emotion how she had managed to save this precious psittacus after Thermidor. It had been seriously compromised. After the arrest of Robespierre and Lebas, in the course of a long domiciliary inspection, every time the name of Robespierre was pronouned the parrot would repeat its refrain, Hats off! Hats off! The government agents had grown impatient and were about to wring its neck, when Mme Lebas, as quick as lightning, grabbed the bird, opened the window and set it free. The poor parrot flew from window to window, until it found a charitable person to open up for it; a few days later Madame Lebas was able to regain possession of this last friend left to her by Robespierre, the only one perhaps, besides his elderly mistress, who has remained faithful to his memory.
L’Union médicale: journal des intérêts scientifiques et pratiques, moraux et professionnels du corps médical (1861) volume 12, page 258-259. This anecdote is a bit suspect, because how would Élisabeth be able to go and fetch the parrot ”a few days” after the arrest of Robespierre when she herself was arrested just three days after it?
My husband had a dog named Schillichem, of a German breed; he only returned three days after the death of his master; he was panting, his tongue hanging out; that poor beast had passed that time on his master's grave.
Le conventionnel Le Bas: d’après des documents inédits et mémoires de sa veuve (1901) page 145
Embrace Henriette for me. Schillickem (sic) caresses me a lot and I hug him back.
Letter from Philippe to Élisabeth Lebas, May 16 1794
[Couthon] wore a white dressing-gown, and on his arm was a young bunny which he was feeding with clover. His son, an angelically beautiful boy of three or four, alternately stroked his father's hand and the pretty white animal. These innocent sourroundings and Couthon's great affability charmed me. […] Persuaded that Couthon was sincere I said to him: ”Monsieur Couthon, you who are all-powerful on the Committee of Public Safety, are you aware that the Revolutionary Tribunal daily condemns unfortunate men who are accused of the same crime as these magistrates? This very day, Monsieur Couthon, sixty-three prisoners are to be executed under this pretext.” This reflection produced an indescribable effect on Couthon: his face became distorted and assumed a tiger-like expression... He made a movement. The bunny was overturned and the child, weeping, rushed into his mother's arms.
Extract from the memoirs of Maurice André Gaillard, cited in Romances of the French Revolution (1909) by G. Lenotre, volume 1, page 171-172
During the Constituent Assembly, at the time of the revision, I was one day with Buzot's wife, when her husband returned from the Assembly very late, bringing Pétion to dinner. It was the time when the court had them treated as factious, and painted them as intriguers, all occupied in stirring up and agitating. After the meal, Pétion, seated on a large ottoman, began to play with a young hunting dog with the abandonment of a child; they both let go and fell asleep together, snuggled on top of each other: four people conversing did not prevent Pétion from snoring. ”So here we have this rebel,” said Buzot, laughing; ”we were looked askance on leaving the room, and those who accuse us, very agitated for their party, imagine that we are to maneuver!”
Mémoires de Madame Roland, volume 2, page 167
I had crossed the yard and was going to my carriage while finishing a conversation with an old sans-culotte, certainly well paid to indoctrinate the dupes. A cute dog pressed itself against my legs. “Is this poor animal yours? said my coachman to me, with an accent of sensibility very rare in his equals, and which struck me singularly. "No, I don't know it," I replied gravely, as if it were a person, and already thinking of something else entirely: ”Drop me off at the galleries of the Louvre.” I wanted to see a friend there to talk about the means of getting Roland out of Paris. But we had only gone twenty foot when the carriage stopped. "What is it?” I said to the coachman. ”Well! he left me like a fool, while I wanted to keep him for my little boy, who would have fun with it: Petit! Petit! come here!” I remembered the dog; I found it sweet and agreeable to have a good man, a sensible father, as my coachman at this hour. “Try to catch it, I shouted to him, put it in the carriage and I will guard it for you.” The good man, very happy, takes the dog, opens the door and gives me company. This poor animal seemed to feel that she was finding protection and asylum; I was well caressed, and I remembered this tale by Saadi, which depicts an old man, the last of men, repulsed by their passions, retired to a forest where he had made a dwelling. He animated his stay with a few animals which paid for his care with the affectionate testimonies of a gratitude to which he had confined himself, failing to find so much in his fellows.
Mémoires de Madame Roland, volume 2, page 81-82
Fréron often visited madame Duplessis country house at Bourg-la-Reine and every time he played with the bunnies there. Hence the nickname Bunny (Lapin) that was given to him by Lucile.
Footnote in Correspondance inédite de Camille Desmoulins (1836) by Marcellin Matton. Matton was a friend of Lucile’s mother and sister, and it’s probably from them he acquired this anecdote.
Monsieur Duplessis, his cabinet, the fireplace,
My sister and I know you must go to the countryside one day this week. Do you remember that you for more than fifteen days have promised to bring you with us there? You told me, that if I learned Zaire, you would give me whatever I wanted. I already know it almost by heart, papa, and I’m dying to see the little piglets. My sister joins me to ask of you this same favor, and to present you the respectable attachment with which we are, my dear papa, your very humble servants.
Lucile and Adèle.
Undated note from child Lucile Desmoulins, probably written sometime in the 1780’s.
We have gotten ducks, I went to see them. […] I ate gooseberries, and then I was alone in the pavilion, I picked a little hornbeam which I brought to Lolotte, then I I was dreaming in the grove.
Lucile Desmoulins’ diary, June 28 1788
After dinner I went for a walk in the grove. I had fun breaking dead wood, then I found a snail. I examined it a little, I broke its shell, but having fallen onto my stomach it made me cry out loud, because this ugly beast was crawling on my stomach! I made a big hole and buried it. In two or three days I will go and see what has become of it.
Lucile’s diary, June 30 1788
An hour after leaving you yesterday, citoyenne amie, I gave Horace his snake (couleuvre), which he saw again with tenderness, and they played together to fully reconnect.
Letter from Panis to Annette Duplessis regarding Horace Desmoulins, dated March 1 1802. If anyone has a more logical translation, alternatively knows if snakes were optional pets in the 19th century, feel free to share!
Georges Couthon at the Convention with a small dog, sketch by Dominique Vivant Denon from 1793.
Robespierre with a small dog, painting by Louis-Léopold Boilly from 1783.
#if all these reports are authentic then robespierre’s bird psychosis was worse than I first thought…#robespierre#maximilien robespierre#georges couthon#lucile desmoulins#horace desmoulins#stanislas fréron#i want couthon and fréron to start a bunny farm together just to see what happens…#ask#frev compilation#manon roland#philippe lebas
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For the ask game 6, 10, 11, and 14... hopefully those can fill your time but let me know if you need more lmao!
AGH TY for asking so many!! Im certain ill be able to fill a lot of time with those <333
6. Favourite ships; like i mentioned on your post, for me it really fluctuates what ship is in the front of my mind on any given day. Ofc, hiccstrid is a big one (theyre really good to me personally) and I'm currently also in a big snotstrid mood bc of my friend @spacenintendogs 's dragons off the coast au! (Also p l e a s e if you aren't familiar yet with dragons off the coast im begging you to look into it, its such an interesting take on a modern au and Rose's writing and worldbuilding is absolutely phenomonal). Fishlout also takes up a space in my heart, adore them so much! The dynamic is so good.
Ruffnut and her army of men is also so good, and the dynamics she has with Eret, Fishlegs and Snotlout is really fun and has a lot of potential. Tho i do also think she and Heather have potential. As do Eret and Heather! That whole group can just be mixed and matched together haha. Heather and Fishlegs ofc is also wholesome, they deserved more than this!
Due to me being so involved in the oc side of the fandom and being a really big supporter of everything oc (which is common knowledge after 4 years of this haha), I also love a lot of people's ocxcanon ships! Such as Rose's oc Ermintrude and Snotlout, @nosuda-cringe 's oc Mayeth Vang and Snotlout, and ofc the ships you've hinted and teased in otwd (zephbal save me... save me zephbal. I think about them a. Normal amount. Same with castav but i wouldnt let them save me, they need to save themselves first), plus a lot of others. Theyre all very dear to me <333
10: favourite songs from the soundtrack; OKAY so ive actually got history with this! When i was about 13-16-ish i had music classes as part of my middle school experience (lmao) and we were given the freedom to do any project we wanted. In those 2-3 years i used the httyd soundtrack twice for projects!
First I used Forbidden Friendship (that song man. That song) as like. An underbeat or smt? To add things on. Im sure it sounded horrendous and y'know the other kids in my class laughed at me bc of me using an animated movie's soundtrack, but the song did remain a favourite of mine and still is.
The second time I used the soundtrack was just after the third movie released! We were once again granted freedom and I decided to learn Once There Were Dragons on the piano! (Im not certain i still know it LMAO its been 5 years, this was even before I learned about OTWD which is in hindsight pretty funny)
Ofc once again the kids around me weren't amused and I couldn't play piano to save my life (my hands are too small to reach the octaves needed which. Sucked haha) but i had a lot of fun and the song really stayed with me throughout the years, it always brings me at least some sort of emotion <3
11; favourite locations; OH gotta be Old Berk and Dragon Island. We spend so much time in Old Berk during the shows and the movies and the form of the island is just so... memorable, in a way. In school of dragons, i always loved climbing the Great Hall up to Gothi's little hut haha. Miss that silly little island.
Dragon Island is soooo underused but i adore the implications sm! Like, the Red Death's corpse is there (and we all know how much i love environment changing giants) and we haven't really seen it since RoB/DoB. Underused location in my humble opinion.
Honorable mentions to Berserker Island and the weird treasure island from rtte season 1. They really slayed haha
14; favourite animation style; everyone knows i'm a big hand animation girlie so I have to go for those little moments in the franchise where more 2D animation is implemented (like in Fishlegs' leadership dream and the Boneknapper special). The keyframing and the subtle movements are really worth analysing and i absolutely adore how it's used. A real treat for us animators! (Special mention to the animation that's been going around from the live special, so good)
As for 3d styles, I have to say the first movie. It has a very raw edge which i love and it gives everything a great feeling. Plus, the animation error during forbidden friendship they left in the final cut owns me <333
#ty sm for asking!!! i had sm fun with these#the animation question got me HYPED#And i always love thinking about the httyd ships and the different dynamics every one could give#really brightened up my morning ty!!! <333#httyd#how to train your dragon#ask game
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forever might be short (pricefield drabble collection)
Originally posted on AO3 as part of the International Fanworks Day challenge 2024.
Summary: Max saves Chloe and they leave the bay behind, but what happens after ten months? And ten years? And all the in betweens? Ten drabbles about love, loss, healing and learning how to navigate life together, in honor of International Fanworks Day 10th anniversary.
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Category: F/F
Fandom: Life is Strange (Video Game)
Relationship: Maxine "Max" Caulfield/Chloe Price
1. ten months
They haven't lost the ability to smile, but they don't laugh the way they used to.
When it happens, ten months after the storm, it's random, spontaneous.
Max scrolls Netflix, Chloe is looking at her phone. Then, she reads something. Her eyes light up. She grins like an ass.
"Hey, Max?"
"Yeah?"
"What’s the difference between a casual dinner party and a pirate orgy? The first one you come as you are… The other you ARR as you come!"
When Ryan and Vanessa come home they find them rolling on the couch, kicking each other, eyes watery, breathless with laughter.
2. the fury in your head
Max lets Chloe die, but the storm still comes.
She's in the lighthouse, screaming at it.
"Didn't you get what you wanted?! I did what you asked of me! Why is this happening? What more do you want from me?!"
The hurricane roars and Max wakes up.
Chloe's arms engulf her in an instant, "It's okay. You're safe. We're in Seattle. I'm here."
Chloe never pushes her to share, she wants to spare her the pain. She imagines Max dreams about the innocent lives lost, the sorrow, the guilt.
But Max's nightmares are about one thing only: not choosing Chloe.
3. (finally see) what it means to be living
It takes them more than a year to find their footing, but it's bliss when it finally comes.
They get an apartment. Max goes back to school, and Chloe enrolls in an Associate in Computer Science program in community college.
They work most weekends, even though Ryan and Vanessa are helping them out. They even get a compensation from the Arcadia Bay Victims Relief Fund. Chloe calls it blood money. But they take it, because they need all the help they can get.
Still, their routine is hard. Seattle is always rainy. They study, they work, they get by. Together.
4. awake, dear heart…
They share a bed, so they technically sleep together, but they're not together.
There are lingering touches, light kisses and even pecks on the lips, but they haven't done anything else. They haven't talked about it. They're both just so utterly afraid of messing up what they have.
Max finds a note in Chloe's pocket when she's doing laundry. It reads: My offer still stands. Call me? Erika xoxo. There's a phone number. She folds it and then leaves it on Chloe's nightstand.
When Chloe finds it, she doesn't say anything, but Max watches her throw it in the trash.
5. ...awake
"Chloe? You know you don't have to stay with me, right? You don't owe me anything."
It's Christmas Eve. 11 AM. They agreed to sleep in before they drive to Max's parents.
Chloe immediately sits up on the bed and looks at her with so much concern you'd think Max's nose is bleeding.
"What the fuck? Where did that come from?"
Max grimaces, refrains the urge to cry, "It's just… sometimes… I wonder if—"
Chloe puts a finger over her lips, ever so gently. Then, she kisses her, deeply, intentionally. It's a statement.
When they part, Max wonders no more.
6. worship in the bedroom
They lie naked on a warm June morning, limbs intertwined, bodies sweating, hearts beating loudly.
"Damn, you're hardcore, Max," Chloe grins like an idiot.
"So I’ve been told," Max can't help a little proud smile.
They chuckle together, and enjoy the silence. It's not really silence – a Hozier song is coming from the speakers, and birds sing under their window.
"One of these days, Caulfield…" Chloe whispers absentmindedly.
"What?"
She doesn't answer. She pulls Max closer and replies only in her mind.
One of these days I'm gonna ask you to marry me. Not today, but one of these days.
7. (remember) to let her under your skin
They end up in New York because Max gets a scholarship there, thanks to her impressive portfolio. Her photos and her name are connected to Arcadia Bay and, painful as that is, it opens many doors for her. She wishes it wasn't like that, but… it's the blood money check situation all over again.
HBO did a documentary series, so everybody in class knows everything.
Well, not everything.
But they whisper — she hears words like survivor, so tragic, Jefferson...
It used to bother her. Yet, with each passing day coming home to Chloe, the pain seems to simply drift away.
8. the pleasure, the privilege is mine
It's Chloe's birthday.
Max plans the perfect party with their New York friends. They Skype Max's parents, David and Kate. Chloe drinks, laughs, cries. They eat cake. It's fun, and it ends with their apartment ruined.
Afterwards, they sit together on the couch, spent, heads touching.
"Thank you for today, babe," Chloe says softly as she looks at their intertwined hands. "For a girl that should be dead, turning 25 is kinda wild…"
Max gazes at her with sheer devotion, "I love you so much."
The smile that Chloe gives her might have the power to stop time, "I know."
9. this is now
After the pandemic (they'll always wonder if somewhere, someone was using some cursed, forbidden power), Chloe burns out. She quits her job as IT specialist in some big pharma company, and starts freelancing as a graphic designer. That year, Max hits 200k followers on Instagram. She signs a photobook deal. Chloe designs the cover. It's a wild success.
So Chloe spins Max in her arms one Friday afternoon, and blurts out, "Max, I think we're ready. We've been talking about it, let's just do it!"
Max laughs, nods.
They lock eyes, and yell it in unison, "Let's get a dog!"
10. ten years
Chloe's making spaghetti — her long, honey-blonde hair up in a messy bun, her arm tattoo covered in black ink. Max's watching her work, sitting at the kitchen island, playing with the white gold band in her ring finger. Deckard, their Labrador, sits at her feet.
They're talking about their day, complaining about shit, making plans.
There's three candles by the window: one for Rachel, one for Joyce, one for all the others. Today's the anniversary, but it doesn't get to them anymore.
Life's weird, thrilling, also boring at times.
It's good too.
They made it. And they will be okay.
THE END
author's notes:
Title from Emily Dickinson's 434:
To love thee Year by Year—
May less appear
Than sacrifice, and cease—
However, dear,
Forever might be short, I thought to show—
And so I pieced it, with a flower, now.
Chapter 2 title: Spanish Sahara by Foals
Chapter 3 title: Fast Car by Tracy Chapman
Chapter 4 & 5 reference: “Awake, dear heart, awake. Thou hast slept well. Awake.” (Prospero, Act 1, Scene 2) —The Tempest by William Shakespeare
Chapter 6 title: Take Me To Church by Hozier
Chapter 8 title: There Is A Light That Never Goes Out by The Smiths
Chapter 9: “Remember, remember, this is now, and now, and now. Live it, feel it, cling to it. I want to become acutely aware of all I've taken for granted." —Sylvia Plath
#pricefield#lis#chloe price#max caulfield#drabble collection#drabble#ifd2024#ifdrabble#my fics#chloe x max#max x chloe#life is strange#life is strange fanfiction
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Burden
Part 5
Part 4 | Part 6
TW: fluff, a bit of mutual pining some slightly scary descriptions (nothing too major), Dream's kind of a simp in this part and I'm here for it, a bit of heart-wrenching angsty character death to prepare you all for Part 6 😅
“You can’t be serious,” the smooth voice purred dripping with condescension and judgment.
You huffed and pushed past them. “You are not welcome here.”
Desire laughed, a sound you hated more than any other. They turned to you, the exaggerated smile on their lips the only thing that made their current appearance flawed. The dark hair and pale skin were unsettling, but the way they mimicked his eyes truly made you uncomfortable. “I knew all those years ago that I felt something shift in your pitiful little pool of desire, but this…” they clicked their tongue as they pulled at the dark fabric that adorned them. “Is simply pathetic.”
“Get. Out.” The low growl of Puck echoed from behind you and the trees groaned as their roots began to shift.
They rolled their eyes, in a blink returning to the blonde hair and gaudy outfit that suited them best. Desire checked their nails, confident and unbothered by your display. “Come now, Mistake. I came to extend an olive branch after all.”
“There is nothing you could offer me that would make me believe anything that came from your mouth.”
“Ouch,” they whined, pretending to wipe a tear from their eyes. “Trust me or don’t, that’s on you. But I feel compelled to warn you that your little… crush on my big brother will be the end of you.”
You shook your head at them. “I’ve entertained you long enough.”
The roots of the trees bound them tightly, but Desire only chuckled. “One way or another he will cast you aside and remind you that all you are is a Mistake. A Burden. It may not be today or tomorrow, but the time will come.”
Your hands clenched into fists at your side. “Enough.”
This time Desire appeared to be upset at your darker tone. “Suit yourself, but do remember I tried to reason with you.”
The Forest settled almost immediately after the pestering Endless’ presence was gone. You stood on the path, breathing heavily for a moment… shaken by their unannounced presence and even more so by the sting of their words. You’d heard it all before, of course, but Desire was always adept at twisting words and situations to shape how they pleased. Slow pants echoed the path behind you as Puck tiredly made his way to your side. He sat down instantly, looking up at you with sad eyes. “Forgive me, I should have been quicker to apprehend our intruder.”
Your dear companion had grown older quickly. Much like Gaia and the others had. He’d lasted just as long as she did, but you feared his time was nearing its end. You sat beside him, stroking his slightly damp greying fur and letting the rest fade away. Desire’s insults meant nothing, were nothing. It was all just another game, another attempt to rile you into doing something drastic. You’d not let them bait you now. “There is nothing to forgive Puck. Desire wished to speak with me, and they would not have left until they got what they wanted even if you had gotten here first. I am simply glad you’re by my side.”
His snout pressed to your cheek. “I shall be at your side for as long as I am allowed, my lady Daunt.”
*
The earth felt odd beneath your fingertips, damp and soft yet stiff. Abel knelt beside you, guiding your hands with gentle instructions and encouraging words. As time passed with your constant visits to The Dreaming you found yourself drawn to the brothers and their gargoyle companion. They bickered about everything, Cain often killed Abel over minor inconveniences and poorly timed words, but you could still feel the deep bond the two shared. Perhaps they were not close like most brothers would be, but their oddities made you feel more comfortable within the perfection of Dream’s world.
As you gently placed the plant in the small hole Abel had dug for you a smile crept onto your face. “There you go!” Abel praised, helping you bury it the rest of the way with a laugh. “I told you it would work!”
“As much as I love your enthusiasm the plant has not yet grown,” you pointed out looking down at the little pale-leafed thing. “It’s not likely to, but I suppose it has more of a chance than the others.” You turned, looking over at the white withered plants that had not survived your touch.
Your friend waved dismissively at the words. “This one is going to be the most beautiful flower in our garden, I just know it.”
Cain looked down from over your shoulder and made a low noise of agreement. “If it blooms it will indeed be quite the sight.”
Dusting off your hands you sighed and looked over at The Corinthian who stood against one of the trees a ways from where you all stood. Poor Gregory sniffed at him, tentatively trying to pass him the ball that he adored so much. The Corinthian, of course, ignored the creature's attempts and instead looked over at you, dark shades reflecting Cain and Abel's garden… or more accurately the darkened and dead version of it. “What do you think Corinthian?”
“I think we’ve been here for hours and the tea party has gotten boring.”
“Boring, boring, boring,” you huffed. “Is that all you’re concerned about?”
That sparkling wicked grin of his flash. “Oh, I got plenty more to fuss over.”
You smiled back. “Fuss as you see fit, Dear Corinthian, but do try to let us boring people have some fun as well.”
The nightmare seemed to bristle at your words, as he did much in the months that passed. The Corinthian was hostile by nature, it was his function to be the dark and twisted nightmare that humans feared, but there was something deeper in his darkened shades and his tight smile. Something that you’d seen before in Destruction. Discontentment… A plan begins to shape inside the pearly whites of your friend's eyes. It frightened you, the thought of losing yet another being you called friend. What frightened you more was how poorly Dream would take this departure. You could nearly still feel the cold of his hands around your throat, could nearly still see the cold callous rage that his eyes held.
As if summoned by thought alone a dark figure walked across the bridge and entered Cain and Abel's beautiful garden of color. The star blue eyes of the Dream King met yours and you offered him a humble smile before turning to look back at your friend, only to find him gone. Cain and Abel rushed to Morpheus’s side, blabbering on and on about the honor and offering him everything they had on hand to please him as he visited. With a calm and smooth face, Dream merely waved the two off. “I’m afraid I’ve only come to retrieve the Lady Daunt.”
“Am I in trouble, Dream Lord?” you teased, slowly making your way toward him.
“Hardly,” he replied, lips perking up into a fraction of a smile. “Lucienne simply wished to show you some books before the sun sets in the Waking World.”
You hummed and curtsied to Cain and Abel. “Thank you both for your time. I always enjoy my visits to your beautiful homes.” Gregory rubbed his head against your arm until you pulled him in for a hug and scratched his chin. “Goodnight Gregory.”
Abel smiled, bright with eyes full of mirth. “It is always a great honor to host you, Lady Daunt.”
“You are always welcome in the House of Mysteries.” Cain bowed lowly.
“And the House of Secrets of course!” Abel bowed even lower.
Walking beside Dream felt lighter now than it had when you first truly entered his realm. There was space between both of you, his hands were always woven together behind his back and yours were always brought together at your front, but the small space that separated your two bodies grew smaller and smaller with each passing day. Sometimes, when you weren’t feeling stubborn, you’d admit to yourself how much you longed to feel him as you had the night in Fiddlers Green. You’d danced once or twice since that night, but those dances never required you to touch.
It was embarrassing, the feelings that had begun to swell within your chest. This was hardly the first time you’d had them, but those were far more fleeting and small while the new ones… You spared a glance at Morpheus, taking in the way his dark hair grew even messier in the light breeze and the way his pale skin stood out amongst his darkened clothes, the way the ruby shimmered with each movement he made. These feelings were far more complicated… far more laced with danger and pains of the past. It was unlikely either of you would be able to move forward in such a way, and yet it was all you seemed to wish for in recent days. Foolish, You scolded yourself, looking straight ahead again. I refuse to have a measly crush on Dream of the Endless of all beings. Absolutely not.
He couldn’t help but watch you, as you sat beside Lucienne at the library table and politely looked at the books she held before you. Though much time had passed since you first ventured into his realm you’d been cautious of what you touched, though Dream couldn’t exactly blame you for such things. He recalled all the stupid and hurtful comments he’d made to you about the fickleness of your touch. So many times he’d berated you for having the nerve to change what was his, to touch what he’d made with your hands. It was something he thought of often in the quiet moments when he watched you, something he longed to take back. He hoped that with enough time you’d grow more comfortable here and would begin to feel safe enough to reach out and hold the books on your own, to shake his people's hands, and to interact with The Dreaming as he did.
It was not often he could gaze upon you without being blatantly discovered by either you or his librarian, who’d give him a knowing look before silently returning to her work. It was Jessamy that could never keep her beak shut about his long looks. She’d perch on his shoulder for hours after your departure and scold him for not making a move. She didn’t understand, none of them did… none except The Corinthian.
His nightmare was many things, but Dream had never expected him to care about your feelings and certainly hadn’t expected the nightmare to approach him with thinly veiled threats. Dream may have been his creator, his king, but The Corinthian respected you… loved you in a way Dream had never thought possible. It was concerning, but the endless allowed it because The Corinthian made you feel safer here, welcome, and Dream selfishly wanted to see you as often as you would allow.
*
“Something occurred to me the other night,” Dream said thoughtfully as the two of you walked along the pier.
The gentle lapping of water that surrounded you made you feel at ease. This place was one of the few that you knew from before and the familiarity of it made you relax. “Oh?”
“I’ve not ever seen your work.”
“No, I don’t suppose you have,” you mumbled in reply.
Dream made a soft noise, a hum of curiosity. “I would like to.”
“You wish to accompany me?” You asked, turning to look up at him.
He tilted his head and smiled down at you. “I do.”
Anxiousness bubbled up in your throat at the thought of what his sudden request meant. Desire’s poisonous words echoed in your mind as you looked into his deep eyes, searching for any fragment of the hate and the anger and the disgust that he’d held for you not too long ago. For a moment you thought about refusing him, of telling him he could follow another night… but the longer you looked into those eyes of his the more you wanted him to come with you. It was often lonely, traversing the minds of creators and hiding away their beloved thoughts of inspiration and creativity. Dream could perhaps help ease that feeling, or of course, he could make it worse.
“You would have to abide by my function,” you reminded him. “I did not think you would be so willing to cause your beloved human's such distress.”
He offered only a light chuckle in response before turning away from you. “I suppose I shall leave you to it then.”
“No!” You hurried and grabbed him by the sleeve, huffing out a breathy laugh as he turned back to you with a smug expression. Damn him. “You can join me if you wish to.”
You stepped off the pier and stood on the water, looking back up at him with a smile as you held your hand out for him to either take or reject. There was a pause as the air around you filled with mist and echoed cries of dissonant voices and for a moment you could have sworn Dream looked uncertain. The usual plainness of his features had downcast into a thoughtful and hesitant look. Still, he took a step forward and took hold of your hand letting you guide him out onto the water. The mist curled around the two of you as you stood, the voices growing louder as he looked around. “Now what?”
It was your turn to smirk at him as your hand tightened around his and you replied, “Now you hold on.”
The water below your feet sucked the two of you into the depths of unconscious thoughts. The darker beings that dwelt within forged a path away from you, further than they normally did because of their creator's presence at your side. The rush of it all never lasted long, the water rushed by you pulling and desperate as it always was, but this time there was a gentle nature to it, a caress of something that felt oddly like Dream’s magic. His hand tightened around yours as one voice began to cry out louder than the rest and you soon found yourself standing in an ornate dance studio.
You discreetly checked to make sure Dream was still beside you before you walked deeper into the space, weaving around the statues of dancing figures. This dreamer was one you’d been expecting to see again. He stood looking over papers scribbled with the foot placements he had slaved over for years. The dreamer's face was pursed tightly, scrutinizing the work in front of him, a look you’d seen far too many times. Lifting your palm you gently blew a haze of mist toward him, watching as the papers caught in its pull and swirled around the room, hanging high in the air as the dreamer jumped and whined trying to grab them.
He turned to you, eyes filling with tears as he shook his head in anger. “Why? Why must you torment me, witch?”
For a moment you felt Dream’s power pulse to life beside you, but it silenced when you set a gentle hand on his arm and walked toward the dreamer. “You do not need them.”
“I do,” he insisted as tears began to spill from his eyes. “I cannot dance without the steps.”
You lifted your hand to his face, gently wiping away the sparkling liquid. “You already know the steps. Now you must only trust in your feet.”
The dreamer looked up at his work and shook his head. “No, I need them.”
Stepping out into the large space you slowly began to move through the steps of his dance, moves you’d grown familiar with during each of your visits. The dreamer watched you for a moment before he hesitantly fell into step beside you and began moving with you through the various dancing movements. You smiled at him and stopped, gesturing for him to continue. “Trust your feet.”
You and Dream stood beside one another and watched as the papers above slowly began falling to the ground as the dreamer danced through them with ease, laughter, and joy filling the dancing studio with golden hues of light and misty figures of dancing people. Another voice echoed in the space, drawing you away from the dancing and toward the mist with the Dream Lord at your side. The walk through the mist was almost always a long affair, shapes of trees and figures occasionally caused you to drift to one side or the other. Usually, it would be walked in silence, but as you moved Dream spoke, “You helped him.”
Looking over at him you nodded. “That is part of my function.”
“I…” he paused, shaking his head. “I suppose I always thought it would be far more malicious than that.”
Thoughts of what Desire had told you as well as that familiar dull ache of old pain roiled within you. “Do you think me a cruel being, Lord Morpheus?”
His starry eyes lit in the dark mist. “Perhaps I did long ago. Perhaps I was too keen on making you the villain that I could not see the truth of your nature, though it was bare before me.”
“I don’t fault you,” you said softly. “For many years I was unknown to you, a stranger with access to parts of your home without your knowledge or consent. I can only imagine what it must have been like for you.”
“That first hundred years was quite… stressful. However, there was no need for me to continue such unpleasant behavior. You did not deserve such treatment.”
You smiled at him as the mist began to thin. “I hope we can put the ugliness of the past behind us now.”
The dark sleeve of his coat gently rubbed against your arm as the two of you gravitated closer together. “That is my hope as well.”
When the mist finally cleared the two of you stood in a crowded theatre filled with mumblings and low whispers. On the stage, a woman dressed in a beautiful gown and fine jewels stood, wide-eyed and fearfully looking out at the crowd. You walked toward the stage as the conductor hissed heated words at the poor girl and gently you took her hand, drawing her eyes to you. She almost sobbed. “I cannot sing… I cannot remember the words.”
“We’ll sing it together then,” you offered as you began humming the beginning note.
The two of you slowly worked past the awkward and soft start and steadily the fear began to dwindle from the singer's eyes as she found herself remembering the words and the notes. It was only when she began to look away from you, to engage with the crowd that you’d let go of her hand and silently slipped back into the crowd beside Dream.
He didn’t understand how he could have ever thought you were cruel. The more he thought about it the more obvious it was that he’d never truly witnessed an occasion in which you’d enjoyed the darker aspects of your duty. Your function was not unlike his, he after all was responsible for the nightmares that also plagued humanity. As he watched you hold the singer's hand and sing gently beside her, voice soft and melodic, Dream found himself lost within your voice. Even when you spoke he felt pulled to you, but now, it was undeniable that Dream of the Endless found you beautiful… more than beautiful.
When you rejoined him in the crowd he had to actively stop himself from reaching out to touch you, and the whole walk to the next location he had to remind himself to keep his feet moving forward so as not to drift closer to you. When the familiar tall trees and darkened misty woods opened up around you two, Dream noticed you stiffen. The Forest may have been your realm, but it seemed that when the dreams of others were involved you did not feel comfortable within its woods, and as the two of you walked further into the depths of The Forest he understood why.
There in front of you looking around lost and afraid was a small child, ten at the oldest. Children were a sore spot for Dream, something only his closest confidants knew. You approached the child with gentleness and patience, kneeling to look into her eyes as she turned to you. “I’ve lost it. It was the best and most beautiful thing and I’ve lost it.”
“The Forest tends to draw in many beautiful things,” you explained softly. “If you follow the path you will find what was lost.”
The child looked ahead at the path down an even darker portion with mist and gnarled trees. “I am afraid.”
You smiled at her. “I shall be beside you, but it is you that must lead the way.”
With a timid nod, the child took your hand and you turned, quietly telling Dream to follow behind at a distance. The two of you walked hand in hand down the narrow pathway as Dream watched with a tender and remorseful feeling in his chest. For this one quiet moment, he allowed himself to think of his son, to remember what it had been like to be a father to such a small and fragile being. Dream remembered when you’d found out about his son and had congratulated him, even though he’d been nothing but cruel to you during that visit. As he watched you now, kind and patient and gentle, he regretted not introducing you to his son… regretted every time he made you flee Calliope’s side when the two of you just so happened to cross paths. How many times had he driven simple and innocent companionship from your grasp? How many times had he denied you the only thing you ever longed for?
The child's eager cheers echoed back to him as he stepped beside you. A cat, covered in glitter and changing colors leaped down from a tree branch and into the girl's arms. Before she could even turn to thank you she was gone, swallowed by a wave of mist. “Does this happen often?”
You shrugged a shoulder. “The Forest call is a powerful thing. Some creators, no matter how young, get drawn here… pulled into the realm.”
He hummed softly, watching you wave your hand to clear a path through the trees. For a moment neither of you spoke, the question was poisoned on his tongue, wanting and waiting to be spoken. "I've not seen much of your realm."
Looking at him you tilted your head curiously. "No, you're not. I did not think you would find it interesting."
"Would I not?"
"You are used to grand palaces, gold, and marble, subjects to greet you. There is none of that here."
"And yet I still find myself marveling at its beauty." He replied. "I shall bid you goodnight if it is your will, Lady Daunt, but I do find your realm interesting. I would cherish being shown more of it, if and when you would allow such."
You hummed softly at his gentle voice and beautiful eyes. Years ago such a request, especially from him, would have made you feel apprehensive and tense, but now you felt… Seen. This was not the great King of Nightmares or the Dream Lord asking you, it was Morpheus, the endless being behind his vast titles. With a curt nod, you spoke, "There have been some changes that may be to your liking."
He smiled. "Do you intend to keep me in suspense?"
"Perhaps I should," you teased. "I've heard such tales of your patience, great Lord Morpheus."
The sound of his low and joyful laugh sent shivers up your spine, but unlike the times before they were ones of wants and a desire to hear him laugh again. "I am certain you've heard much about me."
An old howl echoed around you and the quiet pants of Pucks breathing fell into step beside you and Dream. He regarded your dark companion with narrowed eyes and then bowed to you. "I trust your duties have been fulfilled for the night, Lady Daunt?"
"Of course darling Puck."
"Do you require assistance banishing the Dream Lord from our realm?"
"Not this time," you assured him, looking at Dream with a smile. "He's asked to receive the tour."
Puck grumbled at your side as you crossed the bridge and walked toward the hut. “I shall accompany you then. Make certain our… guest… remains on his best behavior.”
You knelt and smoothed your hand over his fur. “I am quite certain he’ll behave. You should remain here and rest.”
He growled lowly. “I am to protect you. To remain beside you always. Yet I cannot…”
“You have done that and more.” Pressing your head to your loyal companions you sighed. “I wish for you to rest now, my friend. If only for a few moments.”
“Will you call for me, should you need me?”
“Of course, I will.”
Puck said nothing more but followed you to the door to your home. Dream hesitated to follow, but did so once you beckoned him forward. The hut was small, truly only enough room to fit you and Puck inside it, but it was warm and held everything you’d collected from dreamers over the years and things from the Waking World that caught your eye whenever you visited. Puck pulled himself onto your bed and curled up in the center of it, his face illuminated by the fire as you knelt and pressed a kiss to his head. “We won’t be long.”
His bright eyes looked past you toward Dream. “I will not hesitate to hunt you down should any harm befall my lady.”
The Endless nodded. “I mean her no harm.”
When the two of you left Puck to his rest, Dream walked straight toward the wilting garden just down the path. He examined each plant with a gentle touch. “Abel thinks I can get them to grow eventually. He says I frighten them.”
“Frighten the plants?” He replied with a chuckle. “You are rather terrifying.”
“Only when I need be,” you insisted, gently stroking down a dark leaf. “I hope to see them bloom one day. They would be so beautiful.”
“They will be,” Dream agreed. “Now, you said there had been changes to your realm. I must admit I am curious.”
You nearly blushed under his soft gaze. “They aren’t anything extravagant.”
“No gold?”
“No gold, I’m afraid you remain the King of such finary.”
It wasn’t often you walked through The Forest without Puck, but with his health declining you’d not ventured far in a while. It felt nice to do so with someone beside you, someone that appeared to be enjoying the gnarled trees and misty ground. Whether it was an act or genuine you didn’t know, nor did you care. He was here… He was curious and that was all that mattered. The two of you walked for a while longer before you came to the mossy willows whose white leaves and fuzzy patches had sunlight filtering through them. You’d noticed it a week ago, noticed how this small part of the path was brighter than the rest with hardly any mist and bright golden rays of the sun.
"Sunlight!" You breathed smiling up at him. "There's sunlight here, Morpheus!"
He smiled, eyes shimmering in the golden glow. "Indeed there is."
"It's so beautiful," you insisted looking up at it, feeling the heat of it on your face.
"Yes, it is," he replied, though it was not the sun he looked at but rather your glowing face... Your happiness. That was the true beauty in the Dream Lords' eyes.
You felt vulnerable, felt like you would shrink under his intense gaze, and yet you enjoyed it. Blushing you shook your head and began leading him toward the mountains. “Pardon my enthusiasm. I’ve never seen the sun here.”
Morpheus bent over, catching your gaze. “I enjoy your enthusiasm, Daunt. It is so rare that I am present to see it.”
You never thought you’d hear the words enjoy and you in the same sentence. Smiling even brighter you came to the cave's mouth and entered the darkness without hesitation or fear. Behind you Morpheus paused. You turned, offering up your hand once again. “Come now, Dream Lord, if I’d wanted to smite you I’d not do it in the dark.”
The damp darkness of the caves didn’t frighten you anymore, in fact, you found the constant dripping and slight smell of moss to be comforting now. The deeper you got the stronger the smell grew until you reached the larger area where the ceiling glowed a vibrant blueish green and crystals of every size and color shimmered around you. Morpheus’ face changed from slight doubt to awe. “It is beautiful here.”
“It is,” you agreed. “However what I wanted to show you is up ahead.”
“You have something grander than this?”
With a simple shrug, you pressed forward. “Perhaps not grander, but it’s my favorite spot here.”
As you exited the darkness The Forest opened up around you with tall trees of emerald surrounding a wide open lake of sapphire blue. From where you stood on the rocks you could see the white fish swimming below, could feel the gentle breeze that blew a small tuff of mist over the top of the water. It was peaceful here, quiet… home.
Morpheus stood beside you, eyes roaming over every inch of the space you shared with him, bright and full of wonder. He breathed in a deep breath and smiled. “The air feels lighter here.”
Stepping off the rocks you stood on the water and gestured for him to follow. “Would you dance with me, Morpheus?”
“Dancing with you is something I could never tire of.” He took your hand and the two of you glided across the surface of the water, dancing until the skies above you cleared to a clear view of starlight.
You tilted your head back, looking up at the stars with tears in your eyes. “Thank you for asking to come with me.”
“It was enlightening,” he admitted, his eyes glued to you. “Thank you for showing me your home.”
You looked back down at him and sighed, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “I am simply glad you wished to see it.”
“Goodnight, Daunt.”
“Goodnight, Morpheus.”
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The day was one you dreaded for a long while. You sat on the bridge with Puck in your lap, quiet and sad as his breaths grew more labored every moment. It wouldn't be long now. He'd kept his final days simple, walks with you through dreams and The Forest, nights watching the fireflies and afternoons beside the lake. You had fulfilled every wish, all but one.
"I do not want to leave you."
Tears streamed down your cheeks as you pressed your face into his fur. "I do not want you to go."
"When Death comes, I do not want you to remain."
"I will not abandon you."
Puck whined softly. "I do not wish for my last look upon you to be etched with sorrow. I cannot pass on to the next life knowing I left you in such pain."
After a long moment of silent thought, you nodded. "Very well, my darling Puck."
"Thank you, my Lady Daunt."
It wouldn't be long now.
Death was rarely the one who sought out Dream, but she clearly believed that this time his presence would be helpful. She walked with him beside her, quiet and thoughtful as he always was before that curiosity finally overtook him. “Where are we going?”
She smiled at him, sad and reverent. “I’ll tell you if you promise to be nice this time.”
His head tilted at her phrasing. This time? “I promise.”
“The Forest.” She told him, realization immediately pulling his lips into a tight frown. “Daunt’s companion will be passing into my lands today. I thought you might… perhaps… be able to offer her comfort.”
“What makes you think she’ll be glad to see me?” He inquired. “Last time I was present for such an intimate exchange I was nearly smothered by roots.”
Death shook her head at him. “You’re not fooling anyone, little brother. You and Daunt have been far too civil as of late.”
He huffed, the breath curling in the air as they shifted through the border and into Daunt's realm. “I was not aware you were watching us.”
“I wasn’t,” Death insisted, only to be met with his smirk and sideways glare. “Okay, maybe I popped in once or twice to check up on things between you two, but I was not watching!” She nudged his arm and offered him a sincere smile. “I’m glad you two are spending time together. She’s sweet and you could use a bit of that.”
The pair grew silent as they crossed the bridge to find Daunt lying beside her greying wolf. She spoke softly to him, her smooth skin gliding across the dull coat of the wolf as it labored in every breath beside her. Dream could see the tears in her eyes, could feel the hurt and fear in the air that surrounded them. He remained behind as Death walked forward and knelt beside the pair. This time it was Daunt that spoke first. “He’s asked me not to stay.”
Death paused, pulling her hand back with a nod. “He won’t be alone.”
“I know,” she whispered, pulling her face into the beast's fur, mumbling a soft farewell to her beloved friend before she stood and placed a hand on Death’s shoulder. “Thank you.”
Daunt walked to his side and stared ahead into the thick trees and mist. Dream said nothing as he watched his sister. He said nothing as he tentatively took hold of Daunt’s hand and held it. For a moment the only sound that could be heard was the gentle flap of Death’s wings as she lifted the wolf Puck to the Sunless Lands. The moment that followed was quiet, and then the trees began to groan and shriek as Daunt wept. His firebrand coat wrapped around her and the sounds of the forest grew quiet as he held her in his arms.
#Burden#Dream of the endless x Daunt!reader#Dream of the endless x Daunt reader#dream of the endless x daunt#dream of the endless x reader#dream of the endless#dream of the endless x immortal reader#dream of the endless x goddess reader#dream of the endless x you#dream of the endless x y/n#morpheus x daunt!reader#morpheus x daunt reader#morpheus x daunt#morpheus x reader#morpheus x you#morpheus x y/n#morpheus x yn#morpheus x immortal reader#morpheus x goddess reader#the sandman netflix#morpheus smut#dream of the endless smut#morpheus lord of dreams#lord morpheus#morpheus fluff#morpheus the sandman#morpheus dream#morpheus sandman#morpheus fanfiction#dream the endless
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Hey Faree! I don't remember if you answer this before but how and when did you discover & play Bloodborne for the first time?
Ooooh, it's quite a story! ("What a story, Mark")
Until this summer, I had only heard about Bloodborne, seen art and sometimes read stuff, but since the console is a very expensive thing, I didn’t even think about having one. Although, remembering now, I always came across BB somewhere on the internet, and I quietly envied the owners of the PlayStation 4. Especially Gehrman and Maria fascinated me... I started shipping them back then, only relying on wiki info about them xd
Around last year, my husband and I plunged into Fromsoftware games, starting with DS 3 and beating Elden Ring 3 times (all with perfectly cleared map, seriously, we visited ALL places in game we could find). And then unexpectedly one of our friends lent us a console for a while - the opportunity arose to get acquainted with a very interesting game. Finally Bloodborne was so close!
First playthrough was tough, we were excited, confused, searching for lore (in-game notes were quite a something what I couldn't understand - I thought back then "I feel a good story, but still don't understand what is going on). I was screaming from excitement on a Micolash boss fight (Cut-scene was amazing, his voice and everything ooooof) while my husband tried to break the gamepad out of indignation xD Right before Orphan of Kos (Only Orphan, Gehrman and Moon Presence left to finish the game) the console showed a bug and deleted all the saves... And the characters. Well, that's all. I was shocked, because I loved my Guillermo with all my soul, I even wrote first fanfic about him and Micolash... And time came for the console had to be given back to friend.
The game became so dear that we took all the money and ran out in the evening to buy a console. We decided that it was better to eat instant noodles than live without BB (a family of gamers is a disaster). We got the console through resale (a little cheaper), so the instant noodles were served with mayonnaise! xd
There was euphoria. I recreated Guillermo 6 times, trying to replicate his face looking at the photo I made (Gehrman moment lmao) Q_Q I succeeded, it was my lovely good hunter again, and I even took a photo of all the settings of his appearance to not to lose him again. According to my old tradition, his class was Waste of Skin, but that's another story 😏
Then we went to earn platinum, and I got down to Chalice dungeons, which I had sworn not to go into before, because after Elden Ring I was already sick of dungeons. But the desire for platinum and then the desperation to find the Ring of Betrothal (we're playing offline, so no glyphs) made me beat Queen Yharnam, and go to a few more dungeons after that! (Everything for Micolash yeah) Local Amygdala was a challenge, and Guillermo died more than 80 times (not a single boss was that hard in BB I swear. Only Midir in DS3 made me suffer like that, he took 130 attemtps, making me cry), but surprisingly there was no anger or depression, although Laurence after 5th attempt made me flame up of anger xD
Bloodborne has sunk into my heart so much that I put it on a par with FF9 - the game of my childhood and probably my life.
It’s also funny that long time ago (maybe a few years) I have found a cool art on Pinterest and it depicted a character who immediately caught my attention. I just couldn’t understand what means the cage on his head and what fandom he is from. Pinterest didn’t help to identify who it was - it gave only errors and closed the page with art, leaving me without any explanations. So I met Micolash long before the game, and... Majestic™ captivated me even then xD
#ask#I'd put here actually another screenshot#but no Wi-Fi at the moment so I am sharing only what I have on my phone...#my hunter#my stuff#bloodborne#thanks fantomette for the ask#<3#i was screaming taking a photo of Guillermo with Ring#I spent more than a week to find it
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Chapter 5 and 6 uploaded: Captain on the Bridge and Love
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“We should stop.” Her words came out of her mouth so quietly, he could have missed them.
But he didn’t. He pressed the side of his face against hers. “Because…we’re different now?” His heart was pounding away in his ears, and dear gods, he wanted her--
“After five years. We… we --” He felt her move her head so that her lips brushed against his cheek, her breathing heavy.
“Should wait. Make sure…” He raised his chin slightly and caught a whiff of her shampoo –C2 must have delivered it to her -- He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Make sure we’re still –
“Still on the same page. All the other stuff –” Her lips were at the base of his neck. “Because tonight – magic –”
“Fades.” He ran a thumb over her cheekbone, one hand still holding her body close to his.
“But –” Her hands crept back up onto his shoulders and into his hair again.
“But –” Noses brushed.
“Galaxy’s been awful to us –” She pulled on his lower lip with her lips.
“Yeah, the galaxy. Awful. Can’t trust it.” His hands pulled her hips toward his, even as she sat perched on the counter.
“Not for a second.” Her felt her legs cross behind him and pulled him in –
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@fluffyfebruary -- I'll use this one as my free space :D
#fluffy february#swtor#swtor fan fiction#theron shan#theron shan x smuggler#oc: eva corolastor#i'm not making any promises about that T rating after this chapter
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AO3 (or past works) Fic Tag Game:
Rules: I'm not sure. But, then again, I've never been one for rules anyway.
Tagged by: @nonamemanga you mischievous little thing you...
1. How many works do you have/had on AO3/FFN?
1 on AO3 and probably like... 5 or 6 on FFN, I think.
2. Whats your AO3 word count?
1,543
3. What fandoms do/have you write/written for?
Presently: Wednesday (2022)
Previously: The Breakfast Club, Harry Potter, Ravenswood (2013 - 2014), and some D*sney projects (before I got older and it felt weird for me, personally, to keep writing).
In the coming future? I have a few in mind. Might revisit The Breakfast Club, to be honest. I tend to gravitate towards small fandoms half the time.
4. What are your Top 5 Fics by Kudos?
There's only one, standing at 133 Kudos currently: nix
5. Do you repond to comments?
Yes. Comments have always made my work feel validated, and they just make me excited to continue writing. I love responding and having discussions about my work and answering questions and teasing. As @nonamemanga is well aware.
6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
I have yet to write an angsty ending. It is something I have yet to explore within my work. What can I say? I'm a sucker for a happy ending; which is probably the most optimistic thing about me. Usually, most of my endings toe the line between a happy one and an ambiguous or open ending.
7. Whats the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
Most of my fics would have the intention of a happy ending, I would say.
8. Do you get hate on fics?
Why, yes I have. The little fandom mentioned above? Ravenswood? This was a series connected to Pretty Little Liars that came out when I was 13. Pretty Little Liars was never a show I could really get into, but when Ravenswood came along, I was invested. And oh boy, did I get some comments when I decided to write about my two favorite characters from the show. I was having petty little screaming matches in my ffn inbox with other 12 to 14-year-olds before I finally decided to start deleting them.
9. Do you write smut?
No, and I don't think I ever will, personally. I've enjoyed reading the ones I have, but I don't think I could bring it in to any story I write without it seeming random and unnecessary. Kudos to those who are able to write it though.
10. Do you write cross-overs?
I have in the past, but I don't see myself writing any anytime soon. It can get convoluted.
11. Have you ever had a fic translated?
No, but I wouldn't mind working with someone in the future if I think people would be interested.
12. Have you ever cowritten a fic before?
No. As much as I would like to, my schedule does not offer much writing time. I feel like I would be getting someone's hopes up if I don't end up pulling my weight. Love discussions though.
13. What is a WIP you would like to finish but doubt you ever will?
HA! Here's the thing... I have yet to finish a WIP. Granted, the last time I was actively involved with a fandom and writing for it was when I was... 15? 16? So... Yeah, none of them were ever finished. They're still floating around on ffn, and because I know how to look for them, every now and then I'll re-read them. The thing is, my writing style and outlook of life, and my experiences have changed so much over the years that I can't really see myself finishing them.
14. What’s your all-time favourite ship?
In terms of getting me to write for them, I will give you 3:
Weyler/Wyler. The one that got me back into writing after almost 10 years. They are just so dear to my heart, and the fact that I've made a few wonderful friends within this year alone because of them is just... Great. It's great.
Because I care deeply for my 13-year-old self's feelings, I will defend the ship that got me hate comments for writing about them. Which was the pairing of Caleb Rivers/Miranda Collins. It was 2013 and their storyline was intriguing, okay? I was unaware that the show was even related to PLL, but the spiteful comments I had received from that fandom just made me love shipping them more so... Ha!
I do have a special place in my heart for Allison/Bender though. My 80s detention babies.
15. What are you writing strengths?
Grammar has always been a thing I try to do my best on. I also think I'm able to come up with storylines that would be interesting for the audience to read. It's just a matter of getting them down on paper.
16. What are your writing weaknesses?
Welcome to my TedTalk.
Getting them down on paper. I am also my worst critic, especially when I re-read my work. I nit-pick over the details, whether there's too much or not enough. What to leave to the imagination and what do I want to pointedly get across? Writing is a hell of a process, and as I have mentioned a handleful of times, sometimes my brain is just like... Nah. There are times where I question if I just can't find the write phrasing to get my ideas out onto paper or if I just... Don't want to.
17. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?
I am hesitantly dipping a toe into this. I'm just trying to figure out where to have my translations, while also making sure my translations are correct. One of the many issues with only knowing English.
18. First fandom you wrote for?
I don't remember. I think it was Harry Potter? I wrote a lot of Marauders stuff, I know that much.
19. Favourite fic you’ve ever written?
nix. Yeah, it's the only one I have to my name, but it's the first to kick off one of my many WIPs and I think it's a solid start.
20. What fic would you want to rewrite one day?
None of them. I have no use for going back to the past when I have things that are more important to me as of right now. That, and those documents are long gone from my files. Besides, it's a sign of growth, y'know?
So yeah, I hope to continue writing. Not really going to add any ship tags or anything bc this one is a bit more personal to me.
Tagging: @therulerofallpotatos @writerrose1998 @lovepoison9 and anyone else. I didn't want to tag too many people just in case they've already done it.
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20 Questions Game for Fic Writers
Tagged by @blairwaldcrf ! Thank you, dear! <3
1. How many works do you have on ao3?
As of right now, 1214 works! Damn, I've been busy :D"
2. What’s your total ao3 word count?
Currently at 9,167,371 words, slowly inching toward the 10 million mark!
3. What fandoms do you write for?
Oh gosh, the total list is so long at this point, with various one-off kind of deals, or fandoms I've moved on from.
I am currently considering myself an active writer in these fandoms though: Shadowhunters, Percy Jackson, Detective Conan/Magic Kaito, DC Comics.
4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
Sorted by kudos, my top 5 fics are:
How Big, How Blue, How Beautiful (Marvel, Loki/Tony), with 7,945
My College Boyfriend (PJO, Nico/Percy), with 6,353
The Lion's Pride (Voltron, Shiro/Keith/Lance), with 6,163
The Ghost King of Summers High (PJO, Nico/Percy), with 5,600
Percy Jackson, Ambassador of Hades (PJO, Nico/Percy), with 4,985
Which actually looked really fucked up because yeah sure there's four super popular multi-chapter fics of mine. And then there is My College Boyfriend, which isn't just a oneshot, it is a oneshot with under 3k words. What. What.
And the, quite frankly frustrating, part here is that this oneshot only has 24 comments. Not even every 100th reader felt the need to leave a comment. That's just... so sad. Like. Genuinely, I think the kudos system broke commenting because the convenience of pressing a button beat actually expressing yourself genuinely through words and from the bottom of my heart, I find that depressing as fuck.
5. Do you respond to comments?
Always. Every single one of them. Because comments mean something. Someone took the time to tell you, with words, that they liked your work and maybe even what they liked about it.
6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
Ooof, multiple contestants from back in my day when I wrote German fics for the Beyblade fandom and wrote about... darker themes. Not all fics used to have happy endings. I wrote some fics that ended in a suicide, so I guess those.
7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
Impossible to answer, because for as long as I've been active in English writing, all my fics have had happy endings. The guy gets the guy, the girl gets the girl, and they live happily ever after. The world is saved or the evil defeated, maybe there's even an epilogue of a next gen in there. That's my standard, it ends happily. So that makes it impossible to pick one that somehow ends happier than the rest. xD
8. Do you get hate on fics?
loool
Right. Sorry. Yeah. Yeah, of course. Funnily enough, never on the things you would assume attract hatred - the incest, the explicitly non-con stuff.
Nah, I got death threats and words that were somehow worse than death threats on my Oliver/Felicity fics in the DC fandom... a... straight canon ship... but not the canon ship from the multiverse that these vile assholes liked, so, ya know. Threaten the fans who love a ship you hate.
Also over the years, lotta nasty general homophobia for Nico/Percy in the PJO fandom - I have been writing in this fandom since 2010, and yes, there were really a lot of people especially in the earlier years who just hated the idea of making either Percy or Nico gay.
And the dumbasses who declare Jace/Alec incest and thus hate and threaten this ships fans in the Shadowhunters fandom. But still, inexplicably, like Alec. Even though, in canon, he's the one who was in love with Jace. I don't know, but if you claim the nasty, nasty incest is The Bad Thing, I think you should hate the character with the nasty, nasty incestuous feelings, instead of the fans who write perfectly tagged and filterable fics. But that's just me, I guess.
So yeah, top three of hatred I got over the years - but if you wanna read a highlight reel of bullshit hate mail I got, feel free to go and check out my Dear Anonymous Shitheads tag!
9. Do you write smut? If so what kind?
All kinds of smut? I don't know how to answer this question, to be honest. xD
I've written oral, anal, vaginal, mlm, wlw, m/m/f, rare m/f ships but usually either she pegs or it's ABOverse and she's an alpha, I generally pepper in some flavors of BDSM into it, I've written dub-con and non-con before, bestiality, double penetrations. I have written a lot.
10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve ever written?
Oh, that is absolutely going to my first ever crossover. Because my usual crossovers are, ya know, that Big Four animated movie crossover verse (Tangled/Brave/HTTYD/RotG), or "I like these two fandoms, how would A's characters fit into B's world/how would B's characters fit into A's world?" for... essentially all my fandoms, and I wouldn't call any of these crazy - because the Big Four crossover is a beast of an own fandom so it's not really "original" or far out there to write for it, and in all my other crossovers, I do pride myself on making it work, like, not just throwing characters together but fitting their backstories and special powers into how the other world works.
So the craziest one is absolutely A Hundred Times Over, which is a oneshot sequel to my first-ever English-written fic and was written as a celebration because it was my 100th fic back then.
The original fic was already a crossover between Detective Conan and PJO, so for the celebration I thought "okay so what if I throw in my current obsession - Doctor Who - and my first ever ship - Shere Khan/Bagheera?". So, yeah, this crossover between Detective Conan, Percy Jackson, Doctor Who and Jungle Book has to be my craziest so far.
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
So often. So, so, so, so often.
If you see my fics on watpad or any other platform that isn't AO3 or Fanfiction.net - and if you see them on those two but posted by an author that ISN'T Takara Phoenix - then please, let me know. Drop me a link wherever you can, I always greatly appreciate being told that my fics have been stolen so I can report that person and have it taken down.
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
No. All of the stealing of my fics has made me incredibly uncomfortable with the idea of my fics flowing around on other people's accounts or other websites, especially since the first like four or so stolen fics I had were translated.
Someone took my fics, translated them into Spanish and Russian, and posted them on other platforms, without ever asking my permission.
I don't want thieves to more easily slip through the cracks in between authorized repostings of my stories, so I have the blanket policy to not allow translations.
If you see my fics in other languages, tell me.
(There is one story that has been translated, but I'm not sure how far it counts, because I did the translating myself, and that's Lass Uns Etwas Dummes Tun/Looking For Something Dumb to Do. It is a PJO fic about Nico/Percy that I wrote in celebration for Germany legalizing gay marriage in 2017; I wrote it in German first, due to that, and then decided to translate it into English since I know my core-audience are English-speakers and not German-speakers.)
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
Yeees!!! With my wonderful, amazing, lovely @kimmycup!!! ^-^
We've written a total of five fics together so far.
Three Shadowhunters fics: Hurting and Healing, a Magnus/Jace oneshot, Three Times the Boys Felt Left Out, a Jordan/Simon/Jace oneshot, A King By Any Other Name, a Alec/Jace oneshot.
A Vampire Academy oneshot about Mason/Christian: The Chance at a Happily Ever After.
And, our pride and joy, our 51k multichapter Shadowhunters/Vampire Academy crossover fic about Mason/Christian and Simon/Jace: Double Puppy Dare.
14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?
That's such a hard question to answer for me as a multishipper.
But to be quite honest, I think I would have to go with Kaito/Shinichi from Detective Conan/Magic Kaito?
It's the ship I've been the most consistently been faithful to and that, whenever I see it, sparks joy. That has proven that even when the fandom's gone dormant for me for months or years, it can reignite into a wildfire, where other fandoms just fizzle out and disappear from my interests then.
These two get me, they've been getting me for one and a half decades now and I doubt they'll stop any time soon.
15. What’s a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?
All of my unfinished German fics over on Animexx. When the German Beyblade fandom started to die, I tried to cling on, but at one point... when all your favorite writers, all your friends, have moved on? And then I started reading fics in English and soon after, also writing them in English. I feel bad about it, but it's just been far too long now.
16. What are your writing strengths?
Personally, I'd say world building. That's also my passion. I love creating elaborate worlds for my stories to take place in - I mean, damn, for the book series I'm writing, I developed my own language, religion and drew a map of the city it takes place in, among other things. A well-developed world is so important.
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
Oh, fight scenes and action and other things that...
When a character is good at a thing that I am not good in or know a lot about?
Like, when a character is super quippy and funny, but I am not really a one-liners-person so now I have to come up with quippy one-liners to capture his personality?
Or fighting or science, when a character is an expert in a field that I know nothing about and would not understand jackshit about even if I tried because it's not my wheelhouse? Those things, I really struggle with.
Also, I hate action and fight scenes. Like. That's the parts when I check my phone usually to avoid that my eyes glaze over from boredom. So, naturally, writing these things? Not fun. Not good at it either, imo. But certain fics - or rather, certain characters too - require action and fight scenes.
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?
Painful if you have to use Google Translate. If you know the language? Yeah, go for it! If you have to resort to Google Translate? Maybe just write it in italics and note that it's in x language. It spares both, the native speakers who will die from second hand embarrassment, and the non-speakers who... won't understand it anyway.
But in the cases that I use foreign languages (and usually when I do, it's just... pet-names. Things you can't really fuck up that much and things that people would say in another language even in English-main-dialogues), I always put the translation right behind the sentence, because it's a special brand of obnoxious when you have to scroll ALL the way to the end of a chapter or fic to see what tf you just read, and then scroll back up again.
Hate doing that, so I won't do that to my readers.
19. First fandom you ever wrote for?
Oh, that's Yu-Gi-Oh!, with a hurt/comfort Kaiba/Joey fic.
20. Favorite fic you’ve ever written?
Can't answer that, it always depends on my current mood which of my babies I love the most ;P
Tagging @kimmycup and @justonemorechapternicercy and @fallenqueen2 for this fun! And anyone else who wants to do it! <3
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and they were roommates
Bluets, Maggie Nelson | Baked Goods, Aimee Nezhukumatathil | Dear Eros, Traci Brimhall | nights like these, pigeon pit | Game Shows Touch Our Lives, The Mountain Goats | Its Not Like Nikola Tesla Knew All of Those People Were Going to Die, Hanif Abdurraqib | If I Should Come Upon Your House Lonely in the West Texas Desert, Natalie Diaz | I Will, Mitski | Object Permanence, Nicole Sealy | Sharon Olds | Six Poems for Tamar, Yehuda Amichai | Seventh Circle of Earth, Ocean Vuong | The Dream of Death, or the Site of the Poetical Bodies, trans. Yvette Siegert, Alejandra Pizarnik
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[Image Description: an assortment of lyrics and quotes from various sources.
1. Eventually you will have to give up this love, she told me one night while I made us dinner. It has a morbid heart.
2. I want our summers/ to always be like this - a kitchen wrecked/ with love, a table overflowing with baked goods/ warming the already warm air. After all the/ pots are stacked, the goodies cooled, and all the counters/ wiped clean - never let us be rescued from this/ mess.
3. with laughs as dark as our halos. I wished Always/ but the dandelion seeds were stubborn, everything ripe/ refused my mouth. When I said Come home, it was a lie, /but I believed it. For a year I was light shaking on/ the surface of the/ water, a fire softening into a flood,/ and once his hand around my arm like a snake circling/ a branch in Eden. Not all secrets are shames, and this one/ isn’t either. It’s the pale green of healing. It’s my lips/ opening like parentheses and his name inside, it’s turning/ back from the wrong north, the moon like a slice of raw/ onion, my skin weeping like a fever, closing the question/ with my hand around my other arm so I’ll match, so I’ll burn.
4. And I stayed up, chain smoking in the kitchen/ Until you got home and the curtains were on fire/ Fuck, I’m sorry you feel all alone
5. Maybe everything that falls down eventually rises/ our house sinking into disrepair
6. Enough with the foolishness of hope and how it bruises/ the walls of a home where two people sit, stubbornly in love/ with the idea of staying. If one must pray, I imagine/ it is most worthwhile to pray towards endings.
7. If you say to me, This is not your new house/ but I am your new home,/ I will enter the door of your throat,/ hang my last lariat in the hallway,
8. And all the quiet nights you bear/ Seal them up with care/ No one needs to know they're there/ For I will hold them for you/ 'Cause all I ever wanted is here/ All I ever wanted/ All I want is/ Always you
9. We wake as if surprised the other is still there,/ each petting the sheet to be sure
10. The house seems/ to circle around you/ slowly. I circle around you, a wild/ animal near a fire. I remember/ I would kill for you. I remind myself/ it won’t be necessary.
11. The rain is speaking quietly,/ you can sleep now./ Near my bed, the rustle of newspaper wings./ There are no other angels./ I’ll wake up early and bribe the coming day/ to be kind to us.
12. As if my finger, / tracing your collarbone / behind closed doors, / was enough / to erase myself. To forget / we built this house without knowing / it won’t last. How/ does anyone stop / regret / without cutting / off his hands?
13. And I would wander across all/ the deserts of this world, even after death, to/ search for you - you who were the place/ of love. End ID.]
#webweaving#long post#have you ever managed to somehow get more niche in a subject which was already niche as hell#dustmill#thornwhirr#and they were roommates. enough said#hiuhcore#woe be upon ye#wubweaving
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The lovely @anonymousdandelion reblogged a tag game “show the first lines of your latest ten fics” and said that anyone who wanted to do it could consider themselves tagged, so here’s mine! Thank you, Dande! I’m going to tweak the challenge a little, though, if that’s all right -- instead of the first, I’ll share my favorite line from each of my most recent ten fics.
1. pour the dirt into our bed (Ranger’s Apprentice)
“I miss you,” Halt said sharply, so honest and so unexpectedly raw that Crowley could not help but reel from it.
2. sister dear, bear me away (Good Omens, Human AU)
He is alone and he is safe and if he wants to try something different—if he—well. If he…wants to, she will be safe, too.
3. no matter your wreckage (Good Omens, Human AU)
She squeezes her eyes shut, and feels Crowley’s heartbeat so near to her own, and thinks about how she has never, not once in all her life, felt like anyone’s privilege.
4. like my mirror years ago (The Magnus Archives)
For a moment, he could almost believe that he was in his own bed, and the biggest concern of the day ahead of him was if he’d finally run out of toothpaste and would need to duck into the shops on the way home from work.
5. like the holding of hands, like the breaking of glass (Good Omens)
One would think that, after all this time, Crowley would know what to do with this feeling—the tightness inside his chest, the stab of affection slipping between his ribs, where his defences are weakest; and to say that his defences have ever been particularly strong in the face of Aziraphale would be a truly outrageous untruth, even for a demon.
6. throw down that spade and dig up the garden (Good Omens)
But he looks at Crowley, his eyes, his mouth, the lines in his palm and the outstretched splay of spidery fingers, and something inside Aziraphale splinters: something gnarled and north of his heart, the heart that feels like it might be growing whole for the first time in millennia.
7. sueño y miel en mi boca (Good Omens)
Crowley still remembers the taste of the air that summer evening, the odour of dry grass and honey heavy on his tongue.
8. we’ll lie down in eiderdown (Good Omens)
It feels intimate somehow, vulnerable: Crowley’s barriers stripped away by slumber, leaving him soft and bare beneath Aziraphale’s gaze.
9. till love have all his rites (Good Omens, Human AU)
This was her space, this was her ground, and if she was at all capable of charming a stunning butch woman, this was where she would be able to pull it off.
10. every morning the same big and little words all spelling out desire (Good Omens/Los Simuladores)
Orange light spills from the windows and melts into the rain-slick pavement.
#i really liked doing this!!#it reminded me that i love writing#and that i love *my* writing#and that...i create some good words sometimes#tag game#sunbreak writes
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tagged by @highstrionics thank you so much!! ♥ and sorry, it took me quite some time to do this ;;
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fave colour: I don’t think I have one favorite colour actually. But I tend to love shades of purple, blue, pink, grey and green a lot.
currently reading: Not reading any novel at the moment (even though I have many (way too many) in my to-read list. But right now all I can read is fanfiction. Pretty obsessed with this svsss fanfic (bingyuan, magical boys au) Balala Like Magic, You Transform My Heart by Kuku88 at the moment!)
last song: I’ve been listening to nothing but lofi hip-hop for the past two weeks. I don’t know why I kept denying myself this for such a long time because turns out it one of my favorite things to listen to and it’s been doing wonders to help me motivate myself into writing. I’ve been listening mostly the classic Lofi girl, but also found this band and especially this video from them, which I’ve been listening in repeat lately!
last series: First Kill. Watched it with a friend when he was over at my place because we didn’t know what else to watch but it was... disappointing tbh ;;;
last movie: It’s been so long since I last watched a movie that I don’t... even remember what it was, huh. I think it was Encanto? God, it’s been a while...
currently working on: Working on a SVSSS fanfic at the moment. I wrote 4 chapters so far and still have a lot to do. I just hope I’ll manage to finish that one (I have a bad habit of dropping wips, reasons why I no longer publish anything...) SVSSS is a fanfom that inspires me so much, though, it’s crazy. Like, I have a good dozens of fic ideas and parts of me really hope I’ll manage to write them all.
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share 10 different favorite characters from ten different pieces of media in no particular order, then tag 10 people 🎥🎬📺
(this part took me forever tbh 10 different pieces of media is a lot for me, and having to pick just 1 for each piece was also super hard ;;;
1. Shen Qingqiu (SVSSS) - God SQQ, what a dork. I love him. I love him SO MUCH. So much. He’s my everything.
2. Cloud Strife (FFVII) - I cannot make a list of character and not mention him. He’s been a fave for roughly 20 years, after all.
3. Lan Wangji (MDZS) - What to say, he’s a dear, I adore him ;v;
4. Crowley (Good Omens) - Favorite fallen angel~
5. Axel/Lea (kingdom hearts series) - By far my favorite character in the KH series.
6. Atem (Yu-Gi-Oh! DM & Season 0) - Possibly one of my very first fictional “crushes”.
7. Frodo Baggins (LOTR) - Kinda like Cloud Strife, he’s been a fave for so long. I adore him.
8. Thanatos (Hades by Supergiant Games) - As far as I can tell, everyone loves Thanatos in Hades, and for very good reasons. I think me saying “He’s a dear, he’s a dork, I adore him” is valid for literally every single characters in this list =‘D
9. Ja’far (Magi The Labyrinth of Magic) - You know, it’s funny because I don’t actually like Magi all that much, and dropped the manga fairly early on and yet Ja’far remains one of my favorite characters. I loved him then, I love him still.
10. Mabudachi trio (Ayame, Shigure and Hatori Sohma - Fruits Basket) - Can’t mention one without the other two so I made an exception here and picked all three. Teenage me adored them so much aah
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Tagging 10 people is just too much, I never know who to tag ;;; But feel free to do this even if I’m not tagging you!
Tagging @oddishblossom ; @demoiselledefortune ; @spacedoutpup ; @xkilluas(only if you guys want to!)
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Get to Know Me, with video games
Thank you @briarfox13
Tagging: @katsigian @ava-du-mortain @starsandskies @hellyjumper
1. Halo, all of them
This series makes me feel like I'm home. Halo: Reach was one of the first games I ever played on my 360 (Christmas after it was released). It's been my favorite game and favorite series for 13 years. It was the first game I played as a man (where I had a gender choice). This game fostered my love for two OCs dear to my heart: Frëja and Vermont. It's allowed me to create and explore trauma. It's allowed me to process PTSD. No game has ever been able to eclipse Halo.
2. Ori: Blind Forest + Wisps
Most beautiful art, spectacular design, top tier composer? Best fucking experience ever.
3. Fallout 4
First game where I had a Trans gay character. Have a whole long fic idea where throughout part 2 and 3, I rewrite the BoS and Maxson.
4. Mass Effect Andromeda
My favorite Mass Effect. The music, the art, the colors, the personalities!!
5. Cyberpunk 2077
I stopped interacting with the fandom indefinitely BUT, the game means a lot to me still. It is packed full with emotions and shit.
6. Overwatch
A game where I can fully vent my anger in the span of 15 minutes, and feel completely better afterwards. I could have the worst day, I go in and play a match, do horribly, get pissed even more, but feel way better. It helps me feel better that not everything is perfect even when you try your best.
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I'm curious abt 6 and 19! 👀👀👀
wow going in hard I see🤣🤣
6. What is your darkest fear about writing?
wow, ok.. probably that I'm revealing too much of myself?? since I obviously write the kind of stuff I want to hear, it makes me think.. with certain tropes that are so close to my heart, I love reading but when I come to write them, it can feel like I'm just baring myself too much and if people don't like it then,, yh
19. Tell me a story about your writing journey. When did you start? Why did you start? Were there bumps along the way? Where are you now and where are you going?
I don't know exactly where it started - probably at reading. as a kid, I read so much, and in primary school I already loved creative writing a lot. my first fandom moving into fanfiction was harry potter, and my first work (which is still out there in the depths of the internet) took me like 3 years...
ofc I cringe looking back on it but it's also very dear to me in other ways, and it's quite an accomplishment anyway. and I had plenty of struggles and pauses, but I was determined to finish it. it was p much a fic perfectly catered to me, and all those scenarios I imagined whenever I daydreamed🤣
after that, I didn't feel I had much more to add in the specific area I wrote it for, but I still read lots and lots of fics in the various fandoms I dabbled in, and wrote some in private. not being so long, they never got the same traction as before but I guess I learned on the job about the sometimes lonely times as a fic writer
at the moment.. I have a real fondness still for bts and writing them even after 2+ years here. but my mind is drifting to other things too.. writing is fun, but I don't have any stories I'm so desperate to write, as was the case with my first fic in the fandom, or my first ever fic. but I don't see my writing coming to a stop, ever, quite frankly :)
thank you for your ask! I hope it was fun😊
weird questions for writers ask game
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Hi! Do you have any headcanons for your OC's or just cool little facts about them? it's always cool hearing about other people's characters :D
I do! I have so much to say about them! But people don't really ask about my ocs or the universe that they're in. And I don't have a lot of exposure for my ocs as most people do. 😔
Tabby Anderson HCs
-the middle child of two brothers
-tomboy
-she used to be ambidextrous before she got her paralyzed left hand
-had a complicated frenemies with benefits relationship with Horatio Galloway after their little thing after the 7th grade
-because Tabby talks fast naturally she can do the fast parts of rap songs
-its her proudest achievement
-shes a jack of many but an ace of none
-she absolutely adores children because of her little brother
-she remembers what it was like being a kid being not wanted anywhere pawned off from one adult to another being used and abused because the adults could and there was nothing she could do about it.
-she refuses to be like her stepdad. So she has the compassion masked as spite for the kids. She will do everything in her power to protect, defend and stand up for them.
Chase Chasteaway
-his mom died during childbirth
-his favorite game to play as a kid in the orphanage with Connor was pretend and dress up
-is half demon
-now a ghost
-his favorite color is purple
-has religious trauma in spades
-hes very grumpy and cynical
-would have been an actor if he lived long enough
-age locked at 19
-his best friend and worst enemy is Connor Carters
Connor Carters
-very sweet and niave
-definition of a golden retriever
-wears his heart on his sleeve
-very trusting
-which is how he got himself and chase killed
-was absolutely smitten with him his entire life
-idolizes him ever since he first laid eyes on him
-his brother/best friend/ lover
-but that's long gone now
-he still begs for forgiveness in hopes one day they can both cross over
Juliet Monroe
-i love her so much I'm actually obsessed with her and making her an original character for a dark cirque book that I'm currently writing
-baby scene queen
-im talking about bright and obnoxiously colored outfits. Arm sleeved, thigh highs, Kandi all along her arms and legs and neck big fluffy poof tutus
-shes 10
-her father allows her to have this style because he feels bad for everything even though he does nothing to stop the abuse from the step mom
-he draws the line at dying her hair but as soon as she turns 18 it's over for him and she'll have rainbow hair galore
-she has a baby doll named lulu that she holds near and dear to her to this day
-its the only thing she has left of her mother
-her older brother Evan started her emo/scene lifestyle
-she still loves him despite the abuse he puts her through
Robbecca Ironwood
-16
-a genuis and gifted in robotics
-has muscular dystrophy
-wasn't supposed to make it past 6 for her life expectancy
-her father resented her for it
-he became an alcoholic and abusive towards her
-had a fnaf phase and has attempted to make the animatronics from the games
-it failed but she will die before she admits it
-is a health nut and wears armor to attempt to strengthen her muscles
-it has lead to some unhealthy habits
Amelia Lovelace
-happy go lucky
-adhd ridden and autistic
-always wanted to be a doctor since she was 8
-favorite shows are doctor who and the good doctor
-went to the same college as EJ, Smiley and locklear
-they became known as the college gang
-amelia and Smiley never officially dated but it was clear that they were a thing to the rest of the college
-EJ was her adopted son
-she joined a medical cult many years later after college
-in hopes to get her own practice and medical license back
I hope you like these and feel free to ask again!
#ask box#answered#creepypasta#creepypasta fandom#original characters#tabby 👏 fucking 👏 anderson#tabby#tabithia roxanne anderson#tabbyanderson#chase chasteaway#chasechasteaway#connor carters#juliet monroe#robbecca ironwood#robbecca irwin#robbecca#dr. amelia lovelace (dr. stitch)#amelia 👏 fucking 👏 lovelace#amelia lovelace
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