#feel free to ask anything you want about her…but I’m still figuring it out lol…
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You self ship with the grinch? :O that’s so awesome and cool I’m happy for you guys!! Can’t wait to learn more about your ship with him! —CCFM
Thank you so much for this sweet and supportive ask! Sorry it took me a while to get to!
But, yessss! I do selfship with the Grinch!
This is a selfship I kept quiet about for a while, partly because of the strong hold Zach’s had/has on me, partly because of my ex’s reaction to finding out I liked Grinch a while back (it was not pleasant), and because I was trying to pursue an in real life relationship (haha, that endeavor is failing miserably)….But I’m now embracing my handsome green guy! So thank you, thank you, thank you soooo much for your support!
As of now I’m still in the beginning stages of figuring out the details of my ship with him. Originally, I wasn’t even going to create an official self insert, but after talking and brainstorming with my wonderful mutual and friend @creativegenius22 we’ve figured out a baseline for this self insert! Thank you so much for your help with this process and for being such an awesome friend!
So introducing….
Aurora Borealis Who
Image made with this picrew!
The tag for this s/i is her full name, #aurora borealis who, the tag for any grinch f/o stuff I post is #mr. grinch 💚, and the tag for the AU is #ribbons and bows au. I haven’t figured out a ship name for them yet, this is still in the works! If any of you have suggestions, please let me know!
Fun Facts about Aurora and how she met her wonderful Grinch are below the cut! This became wayyy too long, so consider it as something of a character ref sheet too I guess? lol, enjoy!
Age: 20s, probably early to mid 20s.
Apperance: Short, petite stature (she’s built like Donna, but is only as tall as Grinch’s chest). Long, Blonde hair styled with heart shape buns, parted bangs, and a little heart wisp; aquarium colored eyes, a cute little Who snout, earrings, pink clothing, and a white ribbon given to her by Grinch that she fashioned into a necklace.
Aurora is a fun, lovable, kind, compassionate, hyper Who that adores Christmas (like her Who counterparts).
Her parents named her after the natural phenomenon Aurora Borealis, since she was born in winter, specifically on December 22, the date of the Winter solstice.
Her father passed when she was a child resulting in her being raised by only her mother.
Her other family members include, 🥁….Donna, Cindy Lou, and Buster and Bean Who! Donna is Aurora’s aunt and Cindy Lou and the twins are her cousins! They are related through Aurora’s father/Donna’s brother who passed.
She grew up taking initiative and learning to care for herself in order to help her mother out, resulting in her becoming a delivery Who for various companies throughout Whoville. Her real dream is to help take care of/teach children (hmm wonder how that might come into play later…).
This leads her into the arms, I mean clutches, I mean…into the lair…lol, of the Grinch! She is the only delivery Who that Grinch has not scared away. She persists and lets any insults thrown her way roll right past her.
Grinch and her first meet a couple years before the events of the movie when he needs parts delivered to his cave to repair some damage that resulted from one of his hating Christmas fits. After this they develop something of a friendship and he begrudgingly allows her into his cave every now and then as they grow to know each other/become friends.
When Grinch plots to share Christmas she notices an increase in deliveries to his cave, she questioned him about this, and he reveals his plans to steal Christmas because he feels he can trust her. It is at this point they start to have romantic feelings for one another.
Instead of getting angry with him she accepts it, she places her hand against his cheek and says, “if this is what you have to do to heal…I can’t judge you, and I won’t stop you.”
She hugs him kisses his cheek before she leaves, vanquishing any form of friendship they had and making them something more 🥰.
And…I think I’ll save the rest for future posts!
Their love song, by the way, is the inspiration for the AU name! It is Ribbons and Bows by Kacey Musgraves!
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frank with reader who’s really touchy and loves to touch frank and after a bad mission he snaps at her and she knows it’s because of what happened that night not her but she still feels really bad and distances herself
A/N: hey bestie i got this ask and felt so inspired that i wrote 90% of it in my free time at work today. fastest turn around time ever??? don't get used to it lol i hope you enjoy!!
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Frank knew he had fucked up the second the words left his mouth. He watched the words hit you, watched you process the rage induced slip-up that had forced its way out of his mouth – the way you recoiled your hand from his skin and stumbled over yourself to move away from him. It made him sick. Guilt coiled in his stomach, and before he could apologize, or say anything at all, you turned and left the room, mumbling an apology under your breath.
Frank couldn’t figure out where it had gone wrong. He’d never snapped at you before tonight and was almost as shocked as you were when the words tumbled out of his mouth.
“Stop fucking touching me. I said I’m fucking fine.”
Regret gnawed at his stomach, and if he wasn’t bleeding so hard out of the wound on his arm, he would’ve followed you out of the bathroom, dropped to his knees, and begged your forgiveness. But blood was hard to get out of carpet, and he didn’t want you upset about two things tonight.
So he stitched himself up, and wondered where you were in the apartment, and hoped to God you weren’t somewhere crying. The tears, your tears, he realized, were his least favorite thing in the world, especially if he was the cause of them. He’d rip any fucker who made you cry in half, a promise he’d made good on multiple times, but he hadn’t accounted for the tears he, himself would cause. The guilt overwhelming his senses were doing the job for him anyways – the longer he waited to confront you, the more he felt like an absolute asshole.
He tested the durability of the dressing on the wound, winding his arm around until he winced. A sharp pain clanged through the left side of his body, and though it made him grimace, he sat with the pain for a moment – let it ground him so that the stress of the evening could leave him. Pain usually sharpened his senses and made him feel more at home in his body. Tonight, it only unsettled him more.
He wondered if he screwed it up with you for good. You’d worked through a lot of things with Frank, but never this, and the idea of you leaving before he could even try to make things right targeted the urgency in him. He stalked to the door and began his search.
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The hard brick dug into your back as you sat down, and for the third time in half a minute, you questioned your decision to clamber out the window and climb to the roof. You didn’t mean to leave so quickly, but the idea of pacing around the apartment listening to Frank grunt his way through stitches made it hard to breathe, so you did the next best thing – aka the roof.
You didn’t even need time to think the encounter with Frank over. You knew why he’d said it and what he’d been through tonight, but that didn’t stop the ache in your chest from blooming. It also didn’t stop the tears from welling up in your eyes. You had tried to blink them away, but the more you tried to ignore them, the more your vision blurred.
You’d always been a touchy person, though it had never been quite as present as it was when you were near Frank. When you first met him, you’d been so drawn to his charming aura that you hadn’t realized you’d been shaking his hand for at least 45 seconds. He hadn’t said anything – just kept watching you watch him with a soft smile on his face.
And the rest was history. You spent the entire first weekend after you met wrapped in each other’s arms, fucking on every available surface in your apartment. You didn’t quite understand why you felt the desire to be constantly touching him, but he didn’t complain and allowed you to give in to your desires as often as you wanted to. You had mentioned to him early on in your relationship that he could tell you to stop if he needed his space, but he’d never asked you to stop.
Until tonight.
And you respected it. You did what he asked. You “stopped fucking touching” him as soon as the words had left his mouth, and maybe it hurt your feelings, but you weren’t going to push that on him. If he wanted you to stop touching him, you would, even if it carved a deep, cavernous hole in your heart.
“Sweetheart?”
Your heart seized, and you jumped at Frank’s sudden appearance.
“Hey.” You mumbled, refusing to meet his gaze. “How’d you find me?”
“I worry about you too much not to be able to find you.” You quirked an eyebrow at him, unable to resist looking at him any longer, and he shrugged. “You left the window to the fire escape open. Can I sit?”
You shuffled to the side, allowing him the space to sit down, though you were careful not to let your skin brush against his. Frank let out a choked scoff and pressed his leg against yours. You turned to him, brows furrowed.
“I thought you didn’t want me touching you.”
And yeah, maybe you threw the words in his face to make him feel a little worse, but he was cracking jokes after snapping at you, and you couldn’t help the bite in your tone - didn’t want to help the bite in your tone.
He shook his head, expression turning grave.
“Baby, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean what I said.”
“You said it, though.”
“I know.” He nodded. “I know.”
You watched him take in your features – the swollen cheeks from the few tears that slipped earlier, the wildness of your hair after one too many run-throughs with your fingers, the way you could barely look at him before turning away again.
“I was just trying to help you.” Your eyes crinkled at the thought of him snapping at you again.
He nodded, cradling your face in his palms.
“I’m an asshole, baby.” His voice cracked, “I never want you to stop touching me. I love it – I love you – and I’m sorry.”
You gaped up at him, at the desperate expression on his face. A fresh wave of tears pricked at the back of your eyes. You gnawed at your bottom lip, unsure what to say.
“Don’t cry, baby.” He shook his head, wiping your tears away with the soft pads of his thumbs, “Please don’t cry. I shouldn’t have snapped at you. You don’t understand how sorry I am.”
You sniffled, nodding. He’d groveled enough, and you weren’t entirely sure you knew how to stay upset with him for longer than 10 minutes.
“Did you tie the stitch off correctly?” you asked, nodding to the injury that was now covered with gauze.
“Of course.” Frank nodded. You narrowed your eyes at his nonchalant tone.
“Are you sure?”
“No.” He huffed a laugh and pressed a sloppy kiss to your cheek.
“Why not?” You giggled, swatting him away.
“Because if this didn’t work, I was going to complain about my awful stitches later and hope my muscles would entice you to forgive me.”
He smirked, and laughter bubbled out of you from deep in your chest. You climbed to your feet, holding your hands out toward him.
“Okay, Mr. Muscles, let me fix it before it really does get uncomfortable.”
He rose to his feet, using the leverage from your hold on his hands to pull you against his chest.
“I’m sorry,” he paused, “again.”
“I know, Frankie.” You murmured, pressing a kiss to his nose.
“I love you.” he added, smiling.
“Shut up and kiss me, muscles.”
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Fuuta audio drama (t2) - English TL
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WELL THIS SURE WAS. AN EXPERIENCE. I’m pretty sure this is the fastest I have translated a vd since Mikoto’s & that speaks for itself tbh lol
As always, if you spot any mistranslations, have questions about specific lines, want to use this translation for something, etc., feel free to send me an ask or reach out to me on Twitter and I’ll get back to you as soon as I can!
⬇️ translation under the cut ⬇️
(door opens)
F: Hmph. Took your sweet time, Warden.
E: Fuuta… you… (sits down) Are you okay? That… does it hurt?
F: What, you’re interested in this injury? (laughs) Looks nasty, doesn’t it?
E: (noise of agreement)
F: Even now, my whole body still hurts so bad I can’t stand it… I feel like I’m gonna lose my mind. If old man Kazui hadn’t been there, this wouldn’t have been the end of it. Geez, people who resort to violence are the worst, aren’t they?
E: Yeah. Trying to resolve conflict through violence is unacceptable.
F: Is that so?
E: That’s… Kotoko did that, right?
F: Huh? You sure seem interested. You were the one who allowed her to do that, weren’t you?
E: No, that’s—
F; Are you satisfied? Since you decided not to forgive me. (laughs) Are you satisfied, dishing out punishments that are easy to understand?
E: That’s wrong…!
F: Huh?
E: I didn’t wish for you to get a punishment like this! And I didn’t instruct Kotoko to do that, either. Punishments executed through violence…
F: Huh…
E: I didn’t think it would turn out this way.
F: (laughs)
E: What’s so funny?
F: Big words. You did want this – this. Me looking like this
E: You’re wrong! Finding out why you all became murderers and figuring out how to judge you – that’s all I’m looking to do—
F: Hey. Look at me. My right eye. It looks awful, doesn’t it? This is what happens when you get stepped on with those safety boot-like shoes. – Don’t recoil like that, that’s hurtful. According to Shidou, it’s likely that I won’t ever be able to see [with this eye] again. Sucks, huh.
E: I didn’t—
F: “I didn’t want that to happen,” is it? But y’know, thanks to this pain, I finally figured out what the whole deal about Milgram is.
E: What do you mean?
F: I mean, you forgave Kotoko, right? You affirmed her, right? Her belief that “it’s fine to do whatever to people who have done something wrong”.
E: How do you know about that…?
F: She told me while she was beating me up. How she thinks it’s okay for her to do anything she wants to people who have done wrong, no matter the severity of their crime. And she left the judgment of that up to you.
E: …
F: You forgave her for feeling that way. You–
E: It’s true that I got a bad feeling about that side of her. When she said there are times where it’s necessary to stand up as justice against evil… (?)
F: (laughs) Milgram changed shape according to your judgment. The standards of judgment, the world that you want… this is what they’re all about, huh?
E: … It’s not like that…!
F: Not forgiving me, but forgiving Kotoko… that’s what it boils down to, isn’t it? Isn’t this the result you wanted? (leans back) You’re laughing, aren’t you? Even now, seeing what shape I’m in.
E: You’re wrong! I—
F: “...didn’t think it’d turn out like this” – right?
E: A-ah…
F: I get that. I get it.
E: Fuuta…
F: But still… why? (screams) Me, too! I was like that, too! I also didn’t think it’d turn out that way!
E: Fuuta…
F: I’m in the same boat as you, and yet– and yet— You didn’t forgive me, did you!? What did I do? All I did was say that what’s wrong is wrong! I was just going off at a bad person online! I didn’t even take it as far as to be violent towards them, unlike what you’re doing right now!
E: Still, Milgram has judged that you’re a murderer!
F: …You…! – Ack, it hurts…
E: …
F: …Apparently they’re dead. That’s true.
E: Then what you did wasn’t “just” to go off at someone online. You killed someone.
F: But all I know is the outcome of them being dead! There’s no way to know whether that had anything to do with my actions, is there?!
E: Milgram judged that—
F: Like I know about any of that!
E: Calm down, Fuuta. You’ll make your injuries worse.
F: Right…! It wasn’t just me alone who was ganging up on the person who died! There’s no way to know whose comments lead to their death!
E: That might be true. You might not be the only one who needs to be judged for this. But…
F: Then – isn’t it weird that I’m the only one who has to go through all of this? Being locked up in a weird nonsensical prison, having to let some brat lecture me, being faced with eyes constantly judging me… And even if– even if the person I was picking on online died… I didn’t think they would die! I just thought that wrong things are wrong, and that a crime is a crime! You get that, don’t you? See? Aren’t we the same?
E: You and me… the same? Me, who decided not to forgive you without thinking that you would get severely injured, being the same as you, who killed without thinking that the other person would die – is that what you’re trying to say?
F: That’s right. What’s the difference? Mahiru is still on the brink of death! If she had died from that, we’d be exactly the same!
E: …Don’t make a fool of me.
F: Huh?
E: I’ve seen it! The way you got amusement out of your actions like it was just a game! The way you so easily elevated yourself to act as a one-person jury! That, being the same as me?!
F: …!
E: You’ve got to be kidding. I am the Warden of Milgram, the one who judges your sins. It’s not just you and Mahiru – I’ve faced all ten of you prisoners with my own life. Don’t lump me in with someone like you, who used someone’s sins for cheap entertainment!
F: (bursts into laughter) You’ve gotta be a complete idiot!
E: Excuse me?
F: Just how big of a deal do you think you are? Seems like that fancy hat and outfit of yours are making you feel real high and mighty.
E: Careful with your words, prisoner no.3.
F: You faced all of this seriously? For real? You didn’t feel the slightest bit entertained by my crime or my punishment?
E: What are you…?
F: Listen. I could hear your voice, too. The whole time. Voices I didn’t even want to hear… the whole time! Even if I covered my ears, I could still hear them in my head!
E: …
F: Countless voices, judging me with all sorts of words… out of interest, just for fun, out of resentment. (laughs) None of that made you sound like as good of a person as you’re telling me you are. You haven’t been any different from me.
E: Yuno mentioned hearing them too… countless voices…
F: (laughs) There’s nothing that sets you and me apart. You’re also getting entertainment out of my– out of our sins!
E: I… just do this because I want to get to know more about y—
F: (laughs) You and I are exactly the same breed! The only difference between us is the clothes we’re wearing. Like I’d let someone like this judge whether I should be forgiven or not!
E: Fuuta…
F: So I can’t be forgiven, huh? Then you better not forgive yourself, either!
E: Fuuta!
F: What!?
E: … I get what you’re saying. Let’s say we’re the same. But even so… Even so, I am the Warden!
F: Huh?
E: No matter what you say, I won’t stop doing my job! Even if I mess up along the way, I will judge your sins. No matter what comes out of it, I will take responsibility for my own actions. This is something that I started!
F: … (sighs)
E: …
F: Hm. Is that how it is?
E: …Hey, are you okay, Fuuta?
F: No matter what I say, it’ll fall on deaf ears with you anyway.
E: What’s going on all of a sudden? Getting so docile…
F: …Hey, Es. Please listen.
E: …
F: I don’t want this either. I’m at my limit. I can’t stand it anymore. If someone died because I bashed them online and you find out about it – even if I learn my lesson from it, that won’t put an end to all of this. (?)
E: Fuuta…
F: Listen— I’ll forgive you for what you’ve done too. I’ll accept this pain. So— Please. Forgive me, I’m begging you.
E: …
F: It hurt… It hurt so bad, I thought I was going to die. I was scared!
E: Huh.
F: The feeling of getting judged by countless people at once is the worst, too… I can’t sleep, feeling like the whole world is watching me! I’m tired of everything hurting and being difficult! Please! I’m sorry! Es!
E: …Fuuta. It’s not like I hate you guys.
F: …
E: I’ve been by your side for a long time, and I’ve had a look inside your hearts. Even if you are murderers, you’re no longer just strangers to me. That connection is something that can’t be cut so easily.
F: R-right—!?
E: Seeing you hurt like this makes me regret my actions too. (deep breath) I’m feeling torn, since my judgment might have made the situation more complicated for you guys. And also, first and foremost – honestly, I’m starting to think of you all as something like comrades.
F: Es…!
E: It’s a pity…
(machinery starts whirring, bell rings)
E: …that I’m… the Warden.
F: Eh?
E: No matter what kind of suffering you’re going through, that doesn’t mean you’ll be able to evade justice. (?)
F: … That’s…!
E: Either way, I have yet to figure out what the relationship between your current, hurt self and the crime that you committed is.
F: …
E: Of course, I can’t blame you for not having words of apology to say to the person you killed.
F: …!
E: [But] if you apologize to me about things that happened in the past – it’s not like I care.
F: …! You’re wrong! You’re wrong!
E: Thank you, Fuuta. I’ve realized that this requires resolve.
F: …!
E: The warden… I have to judge the sins of my comrades without holding back, even while they’re crying in front of me. (deep breath) That’s all! The interrogation is over!
F: Es! Es!! – You…! I’ll kill you!
E: Heh.
F: Are you listening?! Forgive me! If you don't forgive me, I’ll kill you, y’know!
E: It’s alright. If you and I really are the same kind of person like you say, I’ll end up like that sooner or later anyway. – Prisoner no.3, Fuuta. Sing your sins.
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Ghosts || Draco Malfoy x Reader - Part 2
summary: Although your tragic ending lead you to being a ghost of Hogwarts, you managed to befriend Draco Malfoy. He would spill all of his secrets and worries to you. You would tell him little stories of you time alive. However, now that the Battle of Hogwarts is beginning, you have no idea what will happen to the two of you.
warnings: swearing, violence, war, explosions, mentions of death, rape, abuse, blood, ummm just lots of angst and sadness :)....
word count: 3,390
a/n: Idk how to summarize lol. I know I've title it as a Draco x Reader, but I don't really see them in a romantic sort of relationship? It would be too cruel to make them fall in love for each other I feel lol. There's going to a third part. I'm not sure how long though
Ghosts: Part 1
As Snape’s brisk footsteps echoed through the bathroom, you instinctively hid behind one of the stall doors, still a little afraid of the stern professor. When Snape entered, seeing your lifeless form, his gaze softened as he sighed and kneeled down for further inspection.
“That unfortunate girl,” he murmured with a deep tone before standing up again.
“Professor Snape?” You poked your head around, slightly startling the potions master.
“Ah, Miss L/n. You’re still around,” he replied, trying to play it off as if he wasn’t startled by your sudden appearance. “I offer my condolences for your… unfortunate fate. May I ask what happened? Mr. Malfoy merely informed me that a Gryffindor boy was responsible for a murdered girl.”
With a solemn nod and a pained expression, you mustered the courage to tell the horrors of your ex. “It was my ex, Evander Gallo, he strangled me to death. He was an abusive bastard that wouldn’t let me go. I’m not really sure why.” You left out some more of the explicit details, not wanting to fully share that with a professor. Perhaps you might’ve still been alive had you managed to alert a professor of the ongoing situation. Your ex never let you get by with anything, therefore deeming it impossible to try.
“I’m sorry to hear that. Why didn’t you alert a professor? Surely one of us could have helped. Such reprehensible actions would have warranted immediate expulsion.” Snape sighed again as you looked away, feeling ashamed all of a sudden.
You shook your head sadly. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t. He had his eyes on me 24/7. Anything I did, word got back to him. I would’ve been dead much sooner had I told anyone.” Snape didn’t quite know what to say to this.
“There’s no need to apologise. You did nothing wrong.” Snape spoke in a soft and apologetic tone, not meaning to make you feel ashamed of the situation. “Miss L/n. I will come by later with Professor McGonagall. Please tell her as much as you can about this boy. The more evidence we have, the easier it will be to expel him.” With that, he gently levitated your body, taking it elsewhere for proper care.
“Thank you professor!” You called out as he was halfway out the doors already.
That evening, you spilled everything to Professor Snape and McGonagall. They stared back, horror in their eyes. How could they not have noticed? Your ex was incredible about not showing any signs of it in public. He kept you in his grasp for far too long that he left you without a fighting spirit. You were sobbing by the end of recounting your time alive with him.
In the end, they both agreed expulsion was the best possible action. You felt as if a ton of bricks were lifted from your chest. You were so overjoyed that there were others willing to take your side and believe in you. You felt free.
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About a week later, late in the evening, Draco comes into the bathrooms, seeking your company. This time, he just wanted to catch up and hangout, an escape from the troubles going on in the school.
“Oh! Hello, Draco. What brings you in at this hour?” You inquired, gracefully floating towards him from your perch on the mirrors.
He offered a slight smile. “I figured I would come in and check on you.” You felt warmed at this action. He actually wanted to come back and talk to you! You smiled brightly at him and he felt his own heart swell with warmth at your cheerfulness. It was the first genuine, happy smile that decorated your face. Given your first meeting circumstances though, it made sense.
“Thank you for alerting Professor Snape last time. He and McGonagall came and helped deal with my circumstances. They were so supportive, McGonagall especially. Now he’s expelled!” You cheered excitedly. “I feel like a huge weight has been lifted from my chest. I would hug you if I could, haha.” Draco softly chuckled back.
“That’s good to hear, Y/n. I’m glad that prick won’t be around anymore. He really was a wretched git, wasn’t he? Figured he was just another annoying Gryffindor.” Draco smiled back at you, “When they announced his expulsion, the loudest cheers actually came from the Gryffindor table… I wish… others would have spoken up for you.” He added with a hint of disappointment.
You gave a sympathetic look this time.
“I assume he was probably a prick to the other students, but he kept the abusive, predator side out of the public eye and only with me…So there really was no hard evidence for his expulsion.” You sighed. You seem to be sighing a lot, maybe one day you wouldn’t.
“I just wish it didn’t take the death of you for him to get expelled.” Draco mournfully replied back.
“Hey, hey, it’s alright now, we can’t change the past events. We’ll try to move on from here I suppose.” You said, trying to change the tone of the conversation. Of course, you would take a while to heal from 5 long years of torture, but this week was a joyous one for you. “So, what’s been up with you?”
“Not much different from the same situations,” Draco hummed, reluctant to sour the mood again with problems you both already knew about.
During Draco’s time spent with you, he talked freely and without hesitance. He would trust you until the end of his time. He quickly learned how you loved talking about the candies from Honeydukes and the feasts served in the Great Hall for holidays, usually the desserts. You certainly had a sweet tooth. You expressed with bittersweetness that you would miss being able to taste the sweet flavours of Honeydukes’ treats.
He loved hearing you talk and ramble about the small joys you had managed to find out of life. It was like a breath of fresh air for him. He asked if you had ever been able to travel before. You excitedly described your time on the east coast of Ireland.
You talked of how dawn’s sunrise kissed the water, offering it a soft hue of pinks, oranges, and golds. Wisps of scattered clouds brushed the horizon with gentle shades of blush and apricot. Then there lie the tranquil rolling hills and the verdant valleys. The rays of sunlight gave the emerald green vegetation a soft, golden glow. The luscious grass swayed gently with the ocean breeze, glistening as the dew clung to the blades.
You whispered that it was the only family vacation you had been on, but it was one of the most beautiful places. You wished to go back there someday.
In exchange, Draco would tell you of his family's travels. They had been all over England mostly. You loved hearing his stories and was always astonished at how much money really could buy you. You asked him about his favourite foods from each place he visited. Then asked about their pastries and candies. You would then sigh saying how you wished you could drink a nice warm butterbeer.
Another time he visited,he inquired about your time alive at Hogwarts, but not pushing for you to tell about your ex. You still had at least a few fond memories.
Most of your favourite times were the times you spent alone, enjoying the little beauties the castle had to offer. You often roamed the halls in the early morning, brushing your fingers across the old stone walls, watching the sunrise seep through the windows and getting lost in your own thoughts. The mornings before breakfast were always peaceful. Very seldom did students wander around that early, opting to stay cosy in bed longer.
You also spoke of how you loved sitting out by the Black Lake while reading a good book. The wind would gently blow against your face and the sun kissed your cheeks. Sitting in the soft grass, you would imagine your life as if it were going how you wanted. Or would make up your own fantasy scenarios that would put a small smile on your lips. It was your form of escapism. It was the only coping mechanism you knew would make life just a little more bearable.
In the middle of reminiscing, Draco interrupted with an abrupt question.
“Are you able to move on? Um– I mean, from the ghost life?”
You sadly shook your head. “I don’t think so. I did not think that I chose this life, but before I knew it, I woke up here, staring at my dead body.” You sighed quietly and huffed with slight amusement. “Though, if I could leave, I would definitely move on. I don’t want to be a bitter ghost here forever like Myrtle.”
Draco was unsure if it were an appropriate time to be chuckling, but nodded along anyway. “If I find a way to send you off, I will make sure to come back and release you.” He offered a small smile. You looked to Draco knowing these chances were slim to none (he knew as well), but still comforted by his words nonetheless.
“Thank you, Draco. That means so, so much to me.”
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The last time during that school year that Draco visited the bathrooms, he was in a panic. Just like the first time you met him. (This time, no new dead body to greet him). He briskly walked over to the sinks, breath heavy, tears spilling down his cheeks.
He stared into the mirror for what felt like seconds, he felt like a serpent was constricting his chest. Ripping his sweater over his head, he threw it to the side, not caring where it landed. By now, you had wandered out from a cubicle, wondering if it was Draco again.
“Draco?” You called out with a wobbly voice, “What’s wrong, Draco?” You asked in a clearer voice this time. He wouldn’t respond to you. He rubbed his forearm hard against his tears before bringing it back down to the sink. He gripped the edge of the sink so tightly, his knuckles turning white.
Just then, you hear more footsteps slowly approaching. In the mirror, you could see that the approaching figure was Harry Potter. Draco didn’t notice as sobs wracked his frame.
“I know what you did, Malfoy…” Harry said in a low tone, “you hexed her, didn’t you?”
Draco’s head shot up and snapped towards the source of the voice. His eyes were frantic and fearful for a second before turning angry.
Before you knew it, Draco quickly drew his wand, firing off a wordless spell. You gasped in horror, not wanting anyone to duel and get hurt or worse. Harry managed to dodge the spell, only to throw one right back at Draco. He also managed to dodge the spell, running towards the cubicles. Harry followed suit.
You let out a cry of fear, wanting to help, but feeling so useless. You were but a ghost, you couldn’t really do anything, couldn’t protect either of them. Spells kept getting thrown back and forth. Water was bursting from the now broken pipes.
“Sectumsempra!” You watched in horror as Harry landed a hit on Draco. Without thinking, you tried to step in the way of the spell. Though it hit you, it still went right through your misty form, sending Draco flying back. You winced at the sight of a spell being thrown at you, but only for a split second as you heard Draco’s body hit the ground.
Fearing the worst, you made a dash to go find the nearest professor should anything happen. Professor Snape happened to be heading in the direction where the duel happened.
“Professor! Please, I need help! Draco and Harry, they– he–, in the bathrooms, please help!” You frantically cried out, so panicked that forming sentences was difficult. Only short bursts of panicked words fumbled out of your mouth. Snape understood though. His pace sped up as he took longer, quicker strides to reach the bathrooms.
Frantic sobs escaped your lips as you watched the blood pour from Draco’s body, a pained expression painted across his face. Harry stood there, just staring at the scene unfolding. Snape rushed to Draco’s side, kneeling down and whispering the counter spell.
As his low voice chanted vulnera sanentur, the blood that once marbled the water on the bathroom floor began returning to the cuts on Draco’s body. Draco’s whimpers and groans of pain soon quieted as he fell into unconsciousness.
“Ms. L/n, I will be taking Mr. Malfoy to the hospital wing now,” Snape muttered while carefully lifting Draco’s unconscious form. You quietly thanked him as he walked out of the bathrooms.
With a blank stare, you perched yourself atop one of the sinks, thinking back to the events that just happened, the fear, the violence, it couldn’t possibly become any worse, right?
You sat like that for a while, listening to the water drip and flow from the still broken pipes. Eventually another professor had come in and repaired the broken pieces, paying you no mind as you still sat on the sinks. You weren’t really sure how long you sat there, but it was very dark outside when your mind finally released you from your spiralling thoughts.
“I think I’ll go visit Draco,” you whispered to no one in particular. You braved leaving the bathrooms to fetch help, you could make it to the hospital wing, couldn’t you? The other ghosts of Hogwarts–minus Moaning Myrtle– could all roam free, so why not you?
Cautiously, you peeped your head through the door and slowly, but eventually slipped your whole figure out. Once you were out, you peered down at your misty form, smiling that you had left the confines of the bathrooms.
Everything was calm, night time was always so peaceful. It was almost serene to just float around the empty corridors. The moon shone brightly and the stars twinkled in all of their glory. A soft breeze blew every now and then, making the leaves quiver and the grass sway. Oh how you wish you could feel these little things again.
Before you knew it, you were hovering next to Draco’s bedside, his expression looked so peaceful. You assumed Madame Pomfrey provided him with potions to help any pains and for a peaceful rest. Looking at the clock on the table, it showed it was nearly four in the morning. The dark blue night was not so deep anymore, but fading into a purple hue as the time ticked by.
A couple hours had passed by the time Draco’s eyelids fluttered open. He was a bit dazed as he tried to gather his surroundings, unsure of where he was. Without turning his head, he let his eyes slide over to the right of him. He was met with your silvery form, deep in thought, not paying any mind to him.
“You came.” He said, though it came out as more of a question than anything.
You startled from your thoughts, “Oh! You’re awake! Are you alright now? How are you feeling? Does anything hurt still? Shall I grab Madame Pomfrey?” You couldn’t help yourself as questions fell from your mouth. Though you quickly slapped your hands over your mouth, squeaking out a muffled ‘sorry’ as Draco slightly smiled at your embarrassment.
“I’m alright now I suppose. Thank you for coming. How did you leave though?” Draco asked, his brain finally processing that you had actually left the bathrooms. Over the weeks he got to know you, you had not once left the bathrooms where you met your tragic fate.
“You know, I’m not actually bound to that bathroom, right?” You giggled at his question. “I suppose I was just afraid to leave… or maybe I wasn’t ready to face the rest of the world and accept my fate.” You looked down, feeling a little embarrassed about your hesitancy to leave.
“Oh, I–” “No, there’s no need for any apologies! I feel much better about my situation now though. I feel lighter. I feel more free. Now I’m wishing I actually was free and not stuck here on Earth like this.” You cut Draco off before he could begin any sort of apologies. You had enough of those and didn’t feel like hearing more. You laughed a bit as you expressed your thoughts out loud though, “I can go play with the other ghosts of Hogwarts now. Maybe that will be alright.”
A genuine smile dawned on Draco’s face as he gave an airy chuckle. “Yeah, go and make some ghost friends. Oh how they grow up so fast!” You punched him in the arm, though your fist went right through, but the gesture made Draco laugh harder. He was glad that things were turning brighter for you.
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Draco was back in your bathroom, ranting, rambling, pouring his heart out to you again. Though you had the option to leave the bathrooms, it was your home base for now. You figured eventually you would choose somewhere else though. Eventually the horrific memories would plague your mind and you would need to escape them, but for some reason, you felt drawn to the bathrooms still. Perhaps, because you died there, your soul and body were somehow connected to the location. Who knows though?
“Y/n, there’s a war coming. Voldemort and his army are already on their way. Y/n, what do I do? I don’t want to face this. I don’t want to have to choose between the innocent and then my parents. I can’t–” Draco would cry if he hadn’t used all of his tears up in the days before. He couldn’t sleep, barely ate, and did not attend his classes since he was stuck at the Malfoy Manor.
You were at a loss for words, unsure of how to help. The war was coming, there was nothing you or anyone could do to stop it. So you silently sat on your sink, listening to Draco with sorrowful eyes, wishing you could help ease his worries.
Just as he was going into another rant, a loud explosion startled the both of you into complete silence. Dreading it wasn’t what you thought was happening.
“Draco, you have to go.” You whispered sadly. He searched your eyes for any reassurance or hope or anything that might give him a clear answer.
“Will you– will you still be here?” Draco’s voice, raspy from sobs and screams, wavered as he asked in a quiet voice. A sad smile formed on your lips.
“Of course silly. I don’t think I can just disappear,” you laughed slightly and reached for his arm. He felt goosebumps form where your fingers grazed through his arm. “Go, you’ll find your way.”
He nodded at you, fear, panic, sadness, all mixed into his expression. His stormy grey eyes watered as he looked at you one last time before turning to head out and join the oncoming war.
Only moments later, you heard what sounded like Death Eaters swarming the hallways, throwing violent spells at anyone and anything in their way.
Then only a minute later, half of the ceiling and wall came crashing down next to you. Though you were a ghost, you still jumped away, the rubble startling you as it came crashing down.
The once repaired pipes were now burst again, water flooded the floors once again. You could see out into the hallways now, watching as students swarmed in panic, trying to escape the grasp of Death Eaters. There were students duelling adults twice their age with more magical experience than them. Spells were flying, more walls came crashing down. None of it sparing students and adults alike.
Everything was so brutal and cruel. The world was cruel.
Unable to bear watching more death and injury, you fled from your half destroyed bathroom. It was just wishful thinking, but you hoped Draco would come find you, to show you that he was still alive and fighting. It was just wishful thinking though. You didn’t have the bravery to go watch the battles yet. Without being able to help, it was unbearable to watch students sacrifice their lives like this.
Just wishful thinking.
#draco malfoy x reader#nicosnwrites#draco x reader#draco malfoy#draco malfoy imagine#i kind of rushed this and im sorry for that hahaaaaaa its not edited as well#so i hope i wrote it alright#there will be a part three
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hipsterteller asked:
uh oh Jack is in heat...
Hide your sons, he’s coming 👀 Deuce didn’t hide fast enough
Anonymous asked:
Deuce X Ace in their club wear?
…More likely than you think!
They would look good together, but for now we’re not really interested in drawing them.
I’m pretty sure there are quite a lot of people who’s drawing absolutely beautiful fanart of these two in their club wear as we speak though, so it’s not a big loss.
Anonymous asked:
So you think any of them have almost drooling to see the site of Jack and Deuce in their club wear? I can imagine Ace trying to hide it which made his brother tease him a bit even admit he does have the hots, Epel is envy but admired Jack's body. Vil even blushed to see the sight of Jack.
Yeah, Ace and Epel would definitely be affected by these two: they look way too hot not to give both these idiots instant boners lol Ace would act like such a tsundere though, trying to hide how flustered he is.
And Epel would absolutely envy Jack’s body. He’s so unreasonable, he wouldn’t even look at Deuce whose physique is much easier for him to achieve… I guess Epel just likes big beefy Jack more~
And yeah, Vil also deserved to stare at Jack. Let the queen have her fun.
Anonymous asked:
According to Screaming Halloween, the twins are actually really good with kids and it surprises everyone around lol especially Jamil and Ace because even though Floyd was in a bad mood, he was still sweet with the kids.
Vil's also excellent but that's to be expected.
Yeah I remember that! :) I just figured that having your own kid and humoring one for a short period of time would be different. Floyd’s and Jade’s problem isn’t that they don’t know how to act around kids, it’s that they’re volatile and fickle lol Plus, it was their second NRC Halloween, and who knows how they acted during their first year… Not to mention that these kids were customers, after all.
Vil really was excellent though, that lucky kid got himself an unforgettable experience…
Anonymous asked:
why do you think Leona and Jamil are bottoms?
I really want them to be, I find it hotter this way. I just want to live in the world in which Jamil is a bottom. Wink. Look at his Harveston card, it’s so inviting...
If you want to read more about my reasoning about these things, feel free to read this post, Anon :)
Anonymous asked:
I know you're both typically pretty unrelenting with your Top/Bottom headcanins, but what are your thoughts on switches? I can at least see Ruggie doing a "whatever whoevers paying me wants me to be" and similarly Jade would do any position if he felt he'd get something out of it? Idk, I'm just curious about your thoughts on that kinda stuff.
Sorry, Anon, we really aren’t interested in characters switching, so we don’t event headcanon this type of stuff as“background information”, something that exists but isn’t used in our stories. We don’t like the idea, so we don’t even entertain it.
Ruggie would do anything for the money, that I agree with, but once again: we don’t really have anything to add on this topic.
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Good morning! It’s Ari, again.
I might drop by to DM sometime, but since I’m about to work, I didn’t want to be rude and just DM/start a conversation to throw questions at you and run off lol I’d rather DM to get to know someone if that makes sense. I thought it might be more appropriate to drop little questions here if any really drive me nuts while I’m reading your blog in the meantime.
If I ever ask anything you don’t want to share, feel free to say so! I’m trying to understand what I’ve read you say about finding your path yourself and avoiding echo chambers when you should be learning from the Divine, so I’m gonna try to limit my questions, but between my having ADHD, anxiety, and just generally being kind of detail-oriented, I still find myself fixated on specific details a lot
So with that ramble out of the way (sorry, I’m kinda long-winded, I’m sure you noticed in my email lol) my actual question(s) for today!:
(I see how long this got, so for a summary, this jumble of questions is about the likenesses of Deities you mention putting on altars)
In your first post about altar creation, I saw you say one of the things you need is a likeness of the Deity you’re making it for. It might be a silly question, but what really counts as a “likeness”? Is it just anything made with the intention of being His likeness? Or are we supposed to make an intuitive guess? I could see maybe going by personal UPG, but assuming we’re just starting out and not confident in anything like that, trying to make the altar to connect in the first place, I’m wondering how we know what we’re looking for.
Since I’m not able to practice openly at home, but my family knows I was a bigger fan of Hiddleston Loki than the MCU itself, I was thinking of finding a good/affordable figure of MCU Loki. So if the owner of the household rifles through my things, as she’s prone to do, and she finds a candle, a marvel figure and a couple of (to her) random things in a box, she’s more likely to think it’s just a box of knickknacks. But I’m afraid this will be seen as some kind of joke, I don’t want to be too familiar, in case I’ve been wrong about my connecting to Him so far.
Final thought- do Deities even really have human-looking appearances? I see Loki appearing differently to different people, especially as a shapeshifter, but is it really a thing that any of Them look a certain way? Like I’ve read you talk about meeting Him face-to-face when He has possessed people in front of you, and how He’s your roommate/in-and-out-of-your-body way of being with you now. But is there a way you “see” Him? And is that a way He’s appeared to you, in a dream or meditation or something, or is it just kinda a creative idea of how He looks?
Sorry for the length, and any errors! I’d stop to edit it down and fix run-on sentences, but I’m already kinda late starting work (oops). So I hope you have a good day! Hopefully I’ll have time to actually chat this weekend, if you’re open to that!
Hi Ari!
You're totally fine. I love answering questions so give me what you got and I can do my best to further clarify for you. And also, I am ADHD so I 100% understand the need for detail-oriented clarification. My numerous questions is how I got to where I am today because I would ask Loki so many things about how stuff works so I can better grasp the nature of the concept. I am more than delighted to share what I've learned, how it works, and why it's been successful and that's kind of the point of my being here.
My answers are also really long-winded and mostly because I have a lot of knowledge and experiences and very few places to share it so bear with me.
So, in regards to the likeness question, I would say anything that is made with the intention of it being the Deity in question would be the best point of reference. However, it doesn't necessarily mean it has to be an obvious representation, just something that is synonymous with Their energy. Like, if you had a candle vaguely in the shape of the Deity in question or a clay model, a doll, or a picture that reminds you of Them, that also works. The purpose is to draw the energy of that particular Deity into the shrine which means you would need to "open the door" to both sides. Like, the Deity would need to know it is for Them as well as you so you can look at it and go, "ah, yes, that is the God in question." You would think They wouldn't care because They know your heart and your intention, but it is easiest when the object is designed with the God in mind.
That being said, I personally had MCU Loki on my altar for a year or two when I first began, knowing Loki probably was aware of my situation and that I needed to be closeted until I had my own place to live. I don't think it would necessarily be a problem if you have Tom Hiddleston instead of Loki Himself. When I got my own place, I got Him a statue carved out of wood and quite a bit of art by various artists I've found who I think draw Him really well.
The whole debate about whether or not Loki cares for MCU Loki itself is complex and I can possibly get into that in more detail if anyone is ever interested. But based on my experiences with Him, He has indicated that no, He doesn't really care for it to be on your shrine. It's fine if that's what you need to be conspicuous. He only really seems to care if you don't ask Him if it's okay. The point, I think, He wants to make is that by asking Him His opinion, He will make it okay because you gave Him your reasoning and didn't just assume. Which makes sense considering a shrine is a Deity's possession and not a devotee's after the point of making it a shrine. So, as long as you're asking His permission to use it on His shrine, I think that's absolutely clear with Him.
I cannot speak for Him, but I sincerely doubt He would ever wish to put you in the way of any danger when it comes to His shrine being made. However, I know Him to be very possessive of His belongings and prefers giving His consent with certain things. If you invite Him when creating a shrine, He will more than likely give you a sense of what you need to be doing for Him and whether or not it's okay. If you don't trust that, using a pendulum, flipping a coin, or other "yes/no" random generators are helpful. I wouldn't worry too much that you are afraid of insulting Him just because you don't have an option.
Just don't ask Him multiple times the same question because that's when He starts giving false answers. It can get aggravating but typically He doesn't like having only one-sided answers and would prefer to say both "yes" and "no" because He tends to swing both ways when talking about the nature of Himself as well as the Gods since it's never only ever just one single way.
I think He does mind Tom Hiddleston being used as His likeness if you have no reason to hide your shrine and if you don't ask His permission to so so He may say "no" but then "yes" later on given His consent and an explanation of your reasoning.
Now, I don't know your situation, obviously, and there's no reason for you to get into more detail about it to some random stranger on the internet but I will point out that having a shrine is a lot less obvious than you would think. People won't know what they are looking at if they are not pagan. I kept my shrine on my desk for the years I was closeted and my ex who was an atheist as well as my Christian parents did not know what they were looking at unless I specifically told them what it was. Even then, they were confused. I think unless the people you live with know what a pagan is or what a shrine should be, you likely are going to be fine even if they go through your belongings.
I recommend keeping it in a shoe box somewhere or an even smaller box that's tucked away somewhere no one will get to it even if they are looking. It's probably for the best regardless because it would keep other energy from getting to it that would be less than savory and could interrupt the energetic transaction between Loki and yourself.
Also, in regards to appearances, no, Loki does not have a physical appearance whatsoever. He is energy and energy does not have a form that we can see clearly with our two eyes. He likes to call Himself an "orb of light" and that He "floats around all day and does not do much of anything on this physical plane except wait around for stuff to happen."
I have seen Him manifest physically before but it is not human-like nor is it remotely something that is a common occurrence. It looks like glimmers of golden light that shines in the corner of my eye and flashes before it can ever be seen fully. My cats see Him all the time, actually, and watch as He zooms around the apartment and plays with them since cats have a keener sense of vision than we do.
So, no, He does not have any actual human-like qualities. However, it is my understanding that the way we perceive Him is translated by various triggers in our brain. Just like how we visualize a person as they are described that we haven't seen before, Loki essentially has a means to assist people with seeing Him who may have trouble recognizing who He is so He gives a common appearance. He's explained to me that when it's important for someone to know who they are looking at, He will appear to them as a lanky ginger with long red hair, golden eyes and pointed ears. But if it's not, then He can show up as anyone He wants to in any way.
So I suppose it's both the way He wants to be seen and also our own brains piecing together visuals that He triggers and we conceptualize as vaguely human but very obviously not given the amount of energy that resonates off of Him. So it's both intentional that He looks the same way to a lot of people while also being intentional when He doesn't. Regardless of where, how, and why He manifests, though, He feels the exact same way all the time and you'll know who He is just by being in His presence. So, I suppose, also, it doesn't truly matter about what He looks like on your shrine.
I hope that answers your questions (probably more info than you ever asked for) but I'm always open to clarifying things here and otherwise and that goes with anyone who stumbles on my blog. That's why I'm here. Also, yes, please DM whenever you want! I love meeting people. It's my favorite. Talking about this shit is my jam.
#anon ask#deity work#shrine#lokean#norse pagan#devotional polytheism#pagan blog#deity worship#paganblr#norse paganism
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half life & something to remember r my fave aus ✨
AHHHH THANK YOU!!
I LOVE both of them. I’d like to give a series name for Something to Remember but idk at this point. It makes me LAUGH and I love that.
Amnesiac JD and Branch become the most functionally chaotic duo ever. I’m not sure if I will ever be able to write Branch the way I want to very well for this au but I love the concept. Amnesiac JD doesn’t have the pressure or guilt or the other stuff that canon does in his head so it’s like he’s starting fresh. Instead of being a child trying to raise children in the looms of certain death and manage the band, he’s just an adult hiker dude that finds out he has a brother and goes cool I’ll take care of him.
JD cannot and will not escape the big brother instincts. Ever.
But it’s so funny to see how much they deviate from canon cause they are really different. Still survivalist and JD is still funny and ready to try anything. Branch is still prepared and super smart but not nearly as fearful and cautious as canon. They CAN and will do some pretty crazy stuff and are good at it too.
I hope the ideas and brain rot for that come up again soon.
Half Life was like… idk what it was. It started as a tiny snippet. Almost like a blurb of thy beginning part with JD getting a phone call from CPS. And then I started and couldn’t quite stop. There isn’t a ton of rhyme or reason to anything, it’s just kind of been going and stuff and I’m totally okay with that.
The brain rot is real man.
I was a little nervous to do a human au but like whatever. I’m trying to deal with some of my own catastrophic thinking, worry and perfectionism so I’m hoping this helps in the writing aspect kind of getting over that. I really enjoy writing it too.
I figure I’ll probably keep the series to about the first week and after that, maybe just one shots and scenes/like mini arcs of them after that. It’s mostly fluff and it’s safe to spoil that John Dory does get custody of his brothers.
I have PAGES of thoughts of the characters, a couple of ideas etc. like there’s quite a bit of notes on things. I have a soft spot for JD and Delta friendship and since right now John doesn’t have any real associates or friends in canon to bank off of, he got Delta instead so I guess some things are kind of different in that aspect.
And I kind of use my own experiences a little. Not with JD specifically but just little things. A lady at my church is letting a family of 5 live in her house or the fact my dad sold his parents house to a guy for lower than market value cause it was his first house. Big families that encompass around lots of small towns and help each other, accidentally unofficially adopting friends and such. It’s easier to write small towns when that’s all you’ve ever known. And it’s kind of nice.
I’m so much better at taking media’s characters and molding them to what I want in a story, even if it’s wayyyy off canon than I am with my own original character stories (although I have a TON)
And I love doing little things for my own stuff. I’m getting way off topic. This is what happens when I explain stuff. I over explain and over talk LOL
This au has really been a lot about feelings. Right now it’s all in John’s pov I guess but other snippets and shots will probably be in others.
If you have any questions about anyone, anything that happens, the characters etc. feel free to ask. I love answering and it sometimes gives me new ideas!
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I can't guarantee anything. But I might write a Kirk Bros fic because of you. Any ideas on what kind of thing would be the most fun and/or heartbreaking with that? (Again, no guarantees. I'm kinda flighty sometimes.) You've made me think more about them than normal, so if you need to yell about them, I may yell with you. (Sorry if this is too random, or annoying, or anything.😅)
So sorry but this answer might not make much sense. I have the stomach flu and just woke up from fourteen hours of sleep because I broke my fever. This is how I feel rn.
So if it doesn’t make sense please ask or message me for clarification. Everything below is just word vomit at this point.
ANYWAYS
NO NOT RANDOM I LOVE PPL YELLING even if it’s something I don’t know about. I just love when people are passionate about stuff.
I have like 30 WIPS sitting in my google drive so I totally understand you. I also started a Kirk Bros fic. It’s just a lengthy outline right now that starts right at the end of 2x10 and would end after the four Enterprise crew members are back on the ship and recovering (because everyone is going to be messed up as hell, especially La’an and I’m sure that someone will be dead in the show).
But these are some things I’ve thought about including in my WIP! Please feel free to run with them. Seriously, take them from me!
Disclaimer, in my fic I’m retconning Sam’s wife and kids from TOS because I haven’t found the SNW mention of her, which is apparently there somewhere, but I didn’t want to have to include the daddy dynamic of Sam’s character into it lol.
So first off, Pike doesn’t end up deciding if they’re pulling out, Una does. They only pull out far enough to not be in immediate danger, which is still against Starfleet orders, so they’d be breaking some regulation already and be in a wacky sort of limbo.
Then, how difficult it would be for Pike to tell Jim. I feel like he’d save him for last after contacting everyone else’s families… which I now realize those four have very little of. Jim would just know that something is wrong off the bat just from Pike’s face. He might even jump to the conclusion that Sam is dead and then the reality of his situation when Pike tells him ends up being so much worse. From there, Jim is dead set on joining them for a rescue mission, even if he has to break some regulations himself. Also at this point Christopher is a freaking mess ofc.
My biggest issue with writing the Gorn right now though is figuring out how to not have them immediately kill or do the dermal impregnation thing that’s going on with Batel, to the four of them and the settlers from the planet. I’m toying with the idea that the Gorn have been possessed by another entity. There’s an episode of Enterprise where some crew members contract a “silicone based virus” that was a whole separate species and I was thinking about trying to emulating that somehow.
I have a lot in my brain that happens between the exposition and the rescue but of course my whumpy ass had Sam being in the worst shape out of the group when they get back to the Enterprise. I think if I did go the infected Gorn route then the “virus species” will have been experimenting on Sam and he might be totally catatonic by that point and from there it would be blah, blah, blah recovery blah, blah. <- my brain literally cannot form a better sentence to communicate this rn
The actual first scene I wrote for the fic was Sam telling Jim about how picturing their childhood got him through everything that happened and specifically telling him the story about the first time he held him as a baby. Idk what kind of crack I was on that night but he ends it by telling him that he knew it was his job to take care of him as soon as he set his eyes on him. Did I write that because I’m the oldest sibling? What? No.
So anyways… yeah I have a lot of thoughts on this. And if you’d like to write something together I’m down for that too!
#oh boy#this is a mess#I’m gonna have fun reading this later#Star Trek#star trek strange new worlds#star trek strange new worlds spoilers#James Kirk#james t kirk#george samuel kirk#Sam Kirk#Christopher Pike#pike#captain pike#la’an noonien singh
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oh damn I was just wondering if I should ask if you took oc questions and I saw a post about you wanting to talk about them. so. this is your sign: free pass tell me whatever you want about whoever you want. I’d like to know stuff about them (please. thank.)
This ask has literally been sitting here for like a year and I can’t stop thinking about my infamous mc so i’m gonna use this as a sort of preview introduction lol so anon if you’re out there im so sorry lmaooo and i absolutely love asks about my brain blorbos or anything really ngl i’ll probably copy and paste all this information to their Official Art ™️
Name: Octavia “Tavvi” Blackwater
Stage name: Tavvi
Pronouns: they/she
Sexuality: Bisexual
Band name: Beneath the Challenger (BTC). Octavia came up with the name and it’s basically a metaphor for them being super depressed lmao. It comes from the Challenger Deep which is the lowest point on earth beneath the Mariana’s trench.
Vocal Insp: donna missal (pinnacle voice bc for them tbh), The pretty reckless, the haunt
Music Insp: The Pretty Reckless, The Haunt, (for all of these bands i have very specific songs that i plug in as BTC’s lyrics lmao i have a playlist for them that i basically hc as their songs), Bad Omens (Just Pretend is SUCH a seven x mc song and i hc it as BTC’s best song), Mothica (VICES tho), and Honey Revenge! Here’s their playlist it grows everyday lmao
Fandom: Aquanauts. I hc that Maya figured out the bands meaning and picked based on that, Octavia genuinely loves it and finds it cute. And somehow the fact that the name makes sense to what the band name is makes them feel very seen and comforted tbh
Ep: Under the Water
Favorite unreleased single: The Slowest Heart (Which i actually took from Gilded Lily bc that song has heavy Octavia x Seven vibes) They have “the slowest heart” tattooed on there left rib age side boob area lol Although I feel like if she wrote it it’d be closer to the sped up version and a bit angrier mixed with hurt but the lyrics are perfect)
Romance: Seven’s ex. Still has his initials and doesn’t bother to cover it. And they are harboring a very blatant crush on Orion that if they’re being honest about started specifically because Orion seems pretty unattainable and they have no actual expectations of that fantasy becoming a reality (at least at first). Some cute stuff about them and seven tho: I hc fans called them Seven8 cuz Octavia means 8 or i guess Setavia works but Seven8 is so cute to me. And that seven had them in his phone as “8” and Octavia had him as “7 Ducky”
Some backstory:
Octavia is biracial her mom is white and her dad is black (specifically has afro indigenous roots but he was a foster kid so very estranged from these cultures) does not have a good relationship with their parents at all. Their parents didn’t really want kids? Sort of had Octavia because that’s what they were “supposed” to do next after getting married. Octavia is very much just an item checked off a list in a lot of ways regarding them. Very much the type of people who probably shouldn’t have had a kid not because they didn’t provide physically but they’re just emotionally nonexistent and incredibly dismissive lol. So yeah, so she had a very lonely childhood.
They did lots of ballet/contemporary dancing and soft ball which she does still actually enjoy as hobbies presently, but for the most part she’s obsessed with music and making music. They have a bat from highschool that they call “Lucky Lucy” where for two separate games in a row she hit nothing but home runs with it. Now, she takes it to every show and makes everybody touch Lucky Lucy before performing.
Octavia is obsessed with old hollywood glamour and old movies/shows from that era— most specifically Audrey Hempburn. They have several references/quotes from her tattooed on them: “never throw out anyone” is a partial quote from “People, even more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed and redeemed; never throw anyone out.” that they have tattooed directly under their S.D. tattoo which is my favorite lol and another is “i was born with an enormous need for affection, and a terrible need to give it.” probably on their opposite forearm from S.D. (There’s more but i gotta map them out.) They can do a transatlantic accent, and did so for many months as a teen to annoy their parents.
Lastly, romantic history: before Seven they had a girlfriend, Maria. Who was pretty much their polar opposite—very straight laced, serious, and structured but also incredibly sweet, polite, absolute wifey material—and honestly while she supported Octavia’s dream on a surface level she thought Octavia needed a more concrete plan for the future. They dated for about half of high school and split amicably when it became clear that Octavia wasn’t going to change/Octavia’s underlying feelings for Seven became a bit too obvious to ignore. They’re still in contact and friendly and Maria is married and has two kids.
Post Seven, Octavia had one serious relationship that was on and off for 8 months about a year after their initial split. It was bad. Incredibly toxic content warning type bad. Dean Clayton was the lead singer of another indie band Violet Vapors and was a general misogynistic piece of shit. It was a they just didn’t see the red flags until they were already in it type situation, bc no one advertises themself as a pos partner obvs. She doesn’t like to talk about it and borderline actively ignores it, but if they ever saw him again they’d probably take their bat to him tbh. Octavia is in a muuuuch better place now (comparatively speaking, which i mean the bar is in hell so do with that what ye will) still does drugs and drinks but it’s not nearly as bad as uhhh this era of their life.
#infamous if#oc: octavia blackwater#ANYWAY YEAH ART COMING SOON HOPEFULLY#god that was a fucking novel#as you can tell they’re on my mind quite a bit#oc info#will probably reblog to my art blog later just so i don’t lose the information#asks#answered#long post#super fucking long post
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(edit: pls send me requests omg give me something legit to write about 💀🙏🏼 help)
ok literally no one asked for this but i’ve been asking my moots these questions, so i figured i might as well answer them myself too lol
which member's type do you think you'd be?
which member is closest to your type (bias or not)?
which member do you think you'd be closest with platonically?
which member do you think you'd be the least close with?
1: i think i’d be closest to yeonjun’s type, at least visually.. my primary fashion is grungy street style so i think we have a lot in common style-wise and would vibe hard tbh :3 (but personality-wise..? idk i haven’t thought that far ahead lmao what do you guys think?? would any of them like me o_o)
2: oh man.. this is hard cuz visually i don’t really have one set type, i’m attracted to several different vibes.. but yeonjun cuz of the fashion and fox features, and soobin because ??? look at him ?? kdrama first love coded, periodt. (but they’re all so stunning that if i saw any of them on the street without knowing who they were i’d definitely want their numbers and also their [redacted])
personality-wise… RAHHHH why are these questions so hard i literally suck at making decisions- i’m the one that made these questions too ffs- ok sometimes yeonjun makes me want to shove my hand into his face and PUSH (lovingly. respectfully.) because he’s so Frat Bro Coded sometimes LMAOO 😭 so i think soobin or beomgyu. gyu is INSANE but i think we’d have so much fun together and he can be soft and serious when the time calls for it. i rlly want someone i can be goofy as hell with and gyu def fits the bill. and soobin……. oh, my sweet soobin……. dream man…. he’s so 💖💕💝💘💗 ……. (not me clowning matcha for being biased for gyu in her response while soobin is living rent free in every single one of my answers 🤡) soobin is the Actual Love Of My Life™ and i think we could fit well together in so many ways but 3 things that DEPRESSINGLY make me wonder if we’d work:
i’m also an introvert so i need someone more extroverted than i am to get me out of my shell 😖 biggest one is he said he doesn’t lead in the relationship and lets the girl make all the decisions (i prefer a guy who leads and wants to make decisions together) and he loves physical touch but only when he’s the one giving it 🤨 IM SUCH A TOUCHY CLINGY BITCH SOOBIN PLS LET ME HOLD YOU-
3: this post is so fckn long for no reason why am i such a verbal processor this one is ALSO hard cuz not to sound like a pick-me but i feel like i could be pretty good friends w any of them?? 😭 maybe gyu ??? i’m an introvert so he definitely might get too overwhelming for me at times but i also become a crackhead when i’m with friends i can be myself with who share my humor, so i think when i’m in the right headspace gyu and i could just go crazy together and be goofy asf lol. we could also game together and i could run him into the ground in victory 🫶🏼
but ok yeonjun and i would be such bros together plus he knows what it’s like to live in america so there’s that and fashion to bond over… i could be total gym buddies with taehyun and we’d bounce that dry humor off of each other… just like soobin and kai, i’m a huge anime and video game nerd (could do show and tell w kai and all our plushies too 🫶🏼) so i could game and binge anime for hours and be totally content especially if i’m bonding over it w someone else o_o SOOOOO i feel like i could be friends with all of them but as for besties? not me wanting to pick soobin again i don’t know 😀
minji do you literally know anything
4: honestly i think taehyun :((( i just think i have the least amount of things in common with him, that’s all !!! no other reason i still love him sm although i’m also a singer actually (fun fact) so i think we could do such pretty covers together 🥺
anyway this is LONG AS ALL HELL for literally no reason other than the fact that i talk too much lmao so here are the answers that no one asked for 😍
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Can you do MaskyxHoodie angst? Maybe a memory loss scenario?
This isn't really a memory loss scenario exactly, more so them getting back their already missing memories. Still, hope you enjoy none the less! Also this does reference Marble Hornets, if you haven't seen it this may be confusing lol
I sighed, heading back to my room after yet another tiring mission. Brian should be off as well, at least I’d get some time with him. I headed into the room to see Brian sitting on his bed, staring out the window. “Hey Brian,” I greeted him, walking over to join him. He seemed to jump, glancing over at me. “Oh, yeah, hey.” He got up off the bed, pulling down his mask. “You should probably get some rest, I’m sure you’re tired. I have to go help E.J with something,” he said, walking past me. “Sleep well.” With that, he was gone. That was- weird. I’d seen him act like this with others but… he was never usually this distant… I shook my head. No, I’m sure he’d just had a bad day, it would be better tomorrow.
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I never liked having to ask Toby for help. Sure things were better between us, but this was still something I hated doing. But Brian had been acting off for days, seemingly trying to avoid me. Kate had been busy all week so I couldn’t ask her, so Toby was my only option. It wasn’t hard to find him, even when he wasn’t working he spent quite a bit of time outside. I headed out to see him sitting under a tree, staring further into the forest. I took a deep breath and walked over to him. “Toby, can we talk? I need your help.” He turned to look at me, seeming surprised. “You want my help?” he repeated, “Must be serious if you’re asking me.” “Yes, please don’t make a big deal out of it. Look- Brian’s been acting weird for a few days now and I think he’s avoiding me. I don’t- I don’t know what’s going on and I don’t know what to do anymore.” I admitted. Toby hummed, seeming to think for a moment. “Now that you mentioned it, yeah I haven’t seen you and him spending much time together, he’s been spending a lot more time out here and in the forest,” he said, getting up off the ground. “Other than that he hasn’t been acting much different around me. If he won’t talk to you about it, maybe he’ll say something to me.” I feel like Brian only acting weird around me should be worrying… “I”ll talk to him and let you know if he tells me anything, alright?” I finally looked at him again and I nodded. “Alright… Alright.” “Hey, he’ll be okay.” Toby assured me, “You’ve known each other for who knows how long, this is nothing.”
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I sat in my room, staring out the window at the night sky. It had been a day and I hadn’t heard anything from Toby or Brian. I doubted I’d sleep much tonight, so I guess I would just stick to staring out at the night sky. I only turned when I heard the door open, Brian heading in. “Come on, I have somewhere I want to show you,” he said. He headed back to the door, waiting for me. I decided not to question him right now and followed him out into the forest. It felt like forever before he finally spoke. “I’m sorry that I haven’t been spending much time with you. Something happened and- I didn’t know how to tell you… But I treated you unfairly, you deserve to know.” he said. When we finally made it out of the forest we were by a large building. It looked abandoned but… familiar almost. Brian took a deep breath. “I found this place a few days ago, I went out on my own since I wasn’t busy and you were on your mission.” He took my hand, leading me inside. Why did I recognize this place? He squeezed my hand, leading me up a flight of stairs. I froze when we reached the top, pulling free from his grip and taking a step back. “I-I know this place…” Almost all at once, the memories came flooding back to me. The sound of a gunshot, chasing a hooded figure… Brian… then- Tears formed in my eyes. “Hey,” Brian whispered, taking hold of my hand again. “It’s okay Tim, I’m not mad at you.” I tried to pull away again, but he didn’t let me. “Why? Why aren’t you mad? I- I-” I didn’t need to finish the sentence, I knew he could fill in the blanks. It was my fault he had died… Even if he was here I’d still done it. How could he forgive me? He pulled me into a hug, kissing my head. “I still don’t remember everything, but I do know what happened here was a misunderstanding, I’m not upset. We’ll figure these memories out together, do not beat yourself up over this, alright?” I knew I couldn’t promise that, but I nodded. “Right… together…”
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Happy new year from the lengthy ask anon! I need a holiday from the holidays (and apparently shouldn't holiday and tumblr lol I'm sorry for making a mess of your asks!)
Absolutely love that image of the gang making chaos cookies, ending in a cuddle pile. Oh! Speaking of food:
What made you choose patatas bravas?
How do Ava and Bea celebrate birthdays?
Just how many flannels does Bea own?
Oh and since it was New year, how do you think they all spend new year? Do you think Ava or Bea are the type to make resolutions?
Totally okay to ignore these if you're not feeling them - I hope your new year has started off stress-free 🤞
new year has started of stress-ful but i’m fine, we’re fine, therapy is life 😂 you needing a holiday from the holidays is so felt, and that’s really why i’m responding to this late lmao ALSO NO DON’T APOLOGIZE FOR THE ASKS I ADORE THEM 😭 lemme answer this now to prove it to you:
1. i remember overthinking this actually 💀 i was trying to figure out what dish would make sense given the timeline and her being in madrid for her treatments. at the same time, i was also trying to narrow the choices down to something simply and easy to make. then, added the diego bit for sentimentality and the proverbial cherry on top 😭 hence the patatas bravas lmao on that note, someone pls give me a mute switch for my brain.
2. i imagine ava would know that bea prefers celebrations to be quiet and intimate, so different from the rich people parties she’d been forced to participate in when she was still living with her parents. so it’s probably a whole day affair for bea’s birthday then dinner with the gang. then, for ava’s birthday, bea would prolly try to bake her a cake and ava would prolly cry over it because no one has done that for her before. bea would also organize a surprise party with the salvius fam and everyone else. it’d be chaotic and fun and ava will cry so many fucking times cos she loves her, loves all of them 🥹
3. countless. because they’re comfortable and warm and perfect. she gets teased like hell for it though 😂
4. sparklers!!! i’m thinking sparklers!!! like they all gather somewhere, and camila and ava are waving their sparklers around like the fire hazards they are. except lilith was prepared for this, so she brought a fire extinguisher along. mary’s drinking, and bea’s just trying to get light one sparkler until ava finally helps her 😂 new year’s resolutions wouldn’t be anything grand, but ava’s would prolly be something about figuring out what she wants to do long-term and bea wouldn’t need resolutions cos she’s already planned how she’s gonna achieve her goals 😌
i hope you’re doing good, lengthy ask anon 🥹
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Mm not an elf fic request but a curious request about Caladwen
Is she straight? What types of relationships has she had? Is Haldir her first and only? Tell me more about her??
Caladwen, my baby! Thanks so much for the Ask!
“Is she straight?”
Actually, I would say that she’s bi. I really like the idea that elvish societies are far more accepting when it comes to relationships and have no gender roles or sexism as opposed to human civilizations. This is mostly due to the fact that marriage for them is extremely personal. Like, they literally share their physical soul with their partner and therefore need to find someone and a relationship dynamic that works for them. They truly believe that, as long as the relationship is healthy, love is love and deserves to be honored regardless of who you are. In general, I think that elves, being creatures who are deeply in touch with the spiritual realm, are likely to choose their loves based on their auras and inner light. I know this sounds cliché, but the more genuine and kind you are on the inside, the more beautiful you become to them on the outside as well.
Also, instead of elflings being raised with the human ideas that “boys should do this and girls should do that” they are encouraged to find their individual identities and skill sets. And no craft would be considered less than when pinned against another as elves have great respect for the abilities of their kin and their resources. For example, if let's say that an ellon was gifted at tending to plants, he would not be looked down upon as “weak” if his wife were a warrior. Anyway, sorry for the side tangent. Back to Caladwen lol.
“What types of relationships has she had? Is Haldir her first and only?”
Okay… so I’m still trying to figure out how I want to display sexual relations in my versions of elvish culture, but I’m going to deviate from cannon and say that physical intimacy doesn’t automatically mean marriage. The bonding process requires a special ritual beforehand.
Caladwen has had many admirers who have tried to initiate courtship in the past, but it never really went anywhere since her traveling show wouldn’t stay in one city for more than a week at a time. Glorfindel definitely has a thing for her and struggles to come to terms with the fact that she doesn’t feel the same. But she has a fear of commitment; a serious relationship to her means that she loses her freedom and she’s not ready to do that. The only other relationships she’s had before Haldir have been short flings 😉 to distract her when life gets stressful. And even those are far and few between. Overall, she’s very much a workaholic with little interest in finding anything serious.
Until she finds Haldir… I don’t wanna give away too many spoilers, but I will let it slip that she incidentally was the reason Haldir broke off an engagement.
More about her? I’ll tell you what I know so far!
As previously mentioned, Caladwen was born in Imladris with her parents being killed when she was around the age of 25 (I think elves come of age when they’re about 100). After that, she was sent to live with her cousin in Lorien. Coincidentally, she and Haldir vaguely knew each other in their youth but never became friends.
Growing up, Caladwen showed great potential in archery and used her free time to hone her skill. She caught the attention of Reniedir, one of the performers of the traveling circus that was rolling through town and offered his tutelage in exchange for her joining his act.
She qualified and completed in her first Exhibition of Realms (which is that elvish Olympic concept I was playing with) and took a gold medal in archery. It’s literally her pride and joy.
Fun fact! Haldir dislikes Reniedir when he first meets him because he’s jealous of how he interacts with Caladwen. They’ve been performing together for a long time, and Haldir isn’t fond of how synchronized their movements are, how often he holds her by the waist during their stunts, and how much she trusts him.
Soft HCs!
she’ll take this to her grave, but she’s scared of the dark and jumps when she hears the house settling at night.
After her and Haldir’s wedding, the lord and lady of Lorien, as well as all of their co-workers, fired both of them for two weeks so they would go on a honeymoon. Caladwen was in the middle of her medical training and Haldir had just made Captain of the Marchwardens, and everyone knew they wouldn’t take time off for themselves. So they were forced to lol. Also, I HC that newly bound elves shouldn’t be separated for long periods of time in the first year of their union because being disconnected from the energy of their partner can make them physically sick. So no long patrols for Haldir for a bit.
She loves to kiss his sensitive ears and hear his little uncontrollable whimpers.
She LOVES decorating their Talan for holidays.
Thanks! This was fun!
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@gloompun
Sorry for all the pings as I try to figure out wtf I wanna do formatting wise.
I’m uncertain what your starting knowledge of it is so forgive me if I’m rehashing stuff you’ve already heard. Discworld is a set of books written by the late Terry Pratchett, and they’re all fantasy (which is more or less relevant depending on the book), comedy, and satire that riffs on a bunch of topics. Reccing a starter book is always a fun and tricky time because if you ask literally any discworld fan for a reading order you’ll get a very long answer and it’ll be different from the next guy because we’re all Very enthusiastic to get people to read it and Very opinionated on the ideal path.
That’s because with one exception (sorta), every book really does just stand on its own? There’s a bunch of mini series that do have continuity, but knowing what happened before is nice but really important because each book deals with what it’s about and he’ll tell you any important context as it comes up. Like I honestly read them first in whatever order I could borrow them from my library and what I found in stores or on amazon (back when they primarily just sold books lol) and that really does just work fine. I’ve got more to say but if you wanted to just stop reading here with my blessing to go crazy go stupid and just read blurbs until something vibes that’s A okay.
That said I would steer clear of the first 2-3 books he wrote for discworld, not because they’re bad (I like them quite a lot!) but because they’re not really representative of what the series becomes. He’s still very noticeably figuring out what he wants to do with this space in the first two, and is more firm on it through the third. By the fourth book, Mort, the foundations of the world are a lot more defined and it starts the voice of the books that carries until the last couple books when his health went on the decline. So like, if come bell or high water you decide to follow him through his process from the beginning because starting in the middle feels too off putting, you Can go for The Colour of Magic which is immediately followed by The Light Fantstic, but just know that the vibes’ll change. But it’s about this wizard named Rincewind who very much wishes things would stop happening to him and the disc’s first ever tourist Twoflower who Loves when things happen so he can take a picture of it and remember it for his memoire. Meanwhile Rincewind is trying his very best to not let them die.
If you wanted to start where I did, you can start with The Wee Free Men which is YA, and since most of them are not, it like, doesn’t have much to do with anything else going on for the first couple books in the Tiffany Aching series. The first book is about the coming of age of Tiffany, who recently decided that she wanted to be a witch because she likes knowing things, and the people in her community somewhat recently killed this old lady for being a witch, but was really probably just old and lonely in her isolation. As she’s making these resolutions a faerie queen steals her younger brother and she takes issue with that, and with the help of some funny little blue men that really like to test the age rating of this book, go on An Adventure to get her brother back.
If you want a lot to chew on afterwords as far as fanfic goes, you can start with the city watch series in Guards! Guards! and follow Samuel Vimes on his road to recovery from his alcoholism as he tries to live up to his ideals of what a watchman should be and oh gosh oh fuck oh beans why the hell is a dragon here burning shit? Better consult an expert, except that expert is a lady who breeds dragons but those dragons are a sneeze a way from a messy alchemical explosion and the group of ladies whose hyperfixation this is are like if quilting groups were horse breeders. I’m sure this won’t be relevant. Tumblr girlies love love love shipping vimes so if fan content is something you want to be sure of, this is a good pick. The city watch books also happen to be my personal favorites.
Speaking of tumblr girlies, everyone seems to be big into Monstrous Regiment again? Very fun one off (not part of a series) about Polly who is trying to recover her brother who went off to war, and basically mulans it to figure out where he is if he’s still alive. Except whoops! The new recruits she’s trying to fake it amongst are Also women who joined up for one reason or another. There’s a lot of queer and trans vibes here honestly which is pretty cool for something that was published in 2003. (Although not what I would argue is the first, that one is in the city watch books and I’ll expand if you want.
If the Tiffany books seemed interesting but you’re not in the mood for YA, then the witches series is like that but more mature, where Wyrd Sisters is a comedic riffing of hamlet and macbeth. (Technically the second book in the witches series, but the first is Equal Rites and is pratchetts third book that I mentioned is somewhat tonally different from everything else.)
In a similar vein if Rincewind trying to survive sounded fun, but you’re deciding to not start at the Very beginning like most advise, then Sourcery is the third book in the Rincewind series, someone too OP to exist hits the scene like a brick in a sock to the face… and Rincewind copes by… running away. Except there’s problems literally everywhere? Maybe more running will save him?
There’s more than 40 books, and that’s some starting points, but if you wanna click around and maybe get spoilers if you scroll too far, there’s also the wiki (which isn’t fandom blessedly) most of these have lil blurbs on em and quite a few have plot synopsis so if that’s territory you’re willing to tread here’s Literally Everything lmao. The only things on here I haven’t read at least once are The Science of Discworld mini series, so if there’s anything you want further opinions on feel free to dm me or something.
https://wiki.lspace.org/Bibliography
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The Stars May Rise and Fall: The Annotated Re-read (Chapter 29)
Welcome back to Chapter 29, where the nicest thing I can say about Rei’s shitty attempts to (not really) take care of himself is “at least he doesn’t live in a sewer and sleep in a literal coffin”!
…seriously, I created this disaster boy and even I’m frustrated with him here. Arrrgh!
As always, spoilers (including spoilers for chapters beyond this one) under the cut!
We open this chapter with what will be the final screw in the coffin of Bara’s revenge, mwa ha ha! when Teru’s band shows up to an event to promote their album to find a line reaching around the block and a poster (designed by Rei) much larger than the one for the omnibus CD Bara’s band was selected for. This will be the last passing mention of that CD OR Bara’s band in the book, by the way. They’re just not a threat anymore. 😁
The event itself features a bunch of stupid questions that used to honestly drive me crazy back in the day. Who cares what the band’s favorite clothing brands are? I want to know about the underlying angst beneath their lyrics, dammit! LOL But there is one person who has apparently gotten wind that SOMETHING is up regarding the bands future… good for her for asking the hard-hitting questions?
And then we move on to December 23, the former Emperor’s birthday. *sigh* I miss the former Emperor, not only because he was a peace-loving, grandfatherly figure, but because his birthday was on December 23, which was a much more conveniently placed national holiday than the current Emperor’s birthday.
As mentioned in the book, when neither December 24 or 25 fell on a weekend, a lot of people would celebrate a Japanese-style (I.e. couple-centric) Christmas on the 23rd. In 2000, the 23rd was a Saturday and the 24th a Sunday… so fairly easy for people to celebrate. That also makes the 23rd a great date for an in-store event to celebrate the launch of Teru’s album!
This was completely coincidental, by the way… I’d already decided that Teru was going to take Rei out of town for Christmas Eve, so I Googled the relevant calendar and… boom. Hello, plot point!
So, it’s vaguely mentioned in passing that Rei is also getting ready to go out as Teru is preparing for the event. This isn’t SUPER unusual; Rei does go out, maybe not quite as often since he’s been working on the album having a lot of bad pain days recently, but the album is finished, and if anything Teru would be happy that he’s feeling good enough to have plans of his own.
As always, anything that’s not explicitly on the page is not canon, and each reader is free to fill in the blanks on their own, but I think he’s going out here to buy or to pick up the pendant he’s eventually going to give to Teru on New Year’s Eve. He doesn’t intend it to be a goodbye present at this point—maybe just a Christmas present or a “good luck with the record deal, I support you” present… but of course that all changes, and what happens here is definitely what pushes Rei over the edge.
A couple of reviewers complained about the way Rei didn’t take very good care of himself, but honestly I don’t really know what they expected from a Phantom retelling. At least he doesn’t live in a sewer and sleep in a literal coffin? IDK. But I did try to show that not taking care of yourself has consequences. I don’t think it’s anything super dramatic that happens to him here: he’s just pushing himself too hard, not using the right mobility aids in the right way, and he falls badly on the ankle that’s not in great shape to begin with. Someone gets concerned and calls an ambulance, and I imagine Rei protests but he literally can’t get up so… he ends up in the hospital and they call Chizuru to come and get him.
I don’t think it’s particularly significant that Chizuru is still listed as his emergency contact instead of Teru… probably just not something you think to update without a specific reason. As to why Chizuru isn’t available… well, it’s the Emperor’s birthday/Christmas Eve weekend, she says she’s not in Tokyo, and Teru hears a man’s voice with her on the other end of the line… I think she finally IS moving on (which honestly makes it pretty shitty what Rei sort of indirectly does to her too… she’s totally going to feel guilty and go back to taking care of him full time, but I also think her partner is understanding and she eventually gets a happy ending, too.)
So she calls Teru, and Teru thinks he can take care of it before his event, but he has trouble finding the hospital and then it takes longer than he expects and he ends up being late.
I’ve written before about my loathing and fear of hospitals, particularly Japanese hospitals… things have gotten much better as younger generations of doctors and nurses have come in, and as younger generations of patients have started to demand more in the way of things like informed consent, second opinions, and mental health considerations, but ESPECIALLY at the time, being hospitalized felt like being in prison… and for Rei, of course, hospitals are also going to be associated with a lot of trauma.
So, the asshole doctor here is probably the single worst human being in the book. There are definitely a few things that could be considered microaggressions or unconscious bias… no one considering the possibility that Teru might be queer, Kiyomi and Seika being awkward around Rei, Teru thinking it weird that Seika chooses to live in Koreatown. But none of those are **consciously** discriminatory… this doctor most definitely is. He doesn’t speak directly to Rei—i.e. the actual patient—the entire time, assumes Teru is a “caregiver” and even when he says he’s not keeps talking to him like he is, etc. etc. Needless to say, he was based on many, many shitty doctors I’ve seen here, and was actually pretty cathartic to write.
Don’t actually put too much weight on this guy’s medical advice, by the way. I did as much research as I could, but it was all internet-based. Unlike with the music stuff, I didn’t have any firsthand sources to ask about medical details. Also, he’s a jerk.
So, once Teru sees that Rei is not badly injured, some of his concern sort of turns to annoyance. The person he loves is hurt, and Teru himself is late for the album launch event, and all of this was PERFECTLY PREVENTABLE… or maybe not. But if Rei had been using a crutch and wearing an ankle brace and had STILL gotten hurt, I think Teru would’ve been a little more sympathetic.
Now, I do understand what Rei was thinking. He was having a good day, and there haven’t been many of those lately. He’s worried that he IS going to need more help and more support as time goes by (which, he is… I mean, that’s partly just aging and partly what happens when some parts of your body have to overcompensate for others, but it’s understandable that he struggles to accept that). And so when a day comes when he feels like he’s gotten a little bit “better” again, he wants to go back to the way things were “before”… but of course he wasn’t really taking the right measures to keep himself safe in the first place, so that kind of backfires.
And this is when I think Rei decides that he has to leave Teru… because what he’s feared has now actually happened. His disability has DIRECTLY hurt Teru’s career. Of course, that’s not really true. It wasn’t (only) his disability, but his failure to take care of himself that led to the fall. Rei doesn’t really see that, though… that yes, he did cause Teru to be late for his event, but it was his STUBBORNNESS that caused it more than anything else.
So after the event, Teru comes home and decides to spoil the surprise of his little romantic getaway a day early, because he doesn’t know whether Rei will want to go, or be able to go. He offers to take the wheelchair that’s been in Rei’s bedroom forever but Teru has never seen used… and that would probably be a really smart choice at this point (aside from Teru’s passing concern that he wasn’t expecting this and hasn’t booked accessible train tickets or hotel room, but accommodations could probably be made) but of course Rei refuses… sigh. Even though I wrote this, it’s kind of frustrating to see him blatantly refuse to learn, even when the universe pretty much slapped him in the face with a lesson a few hours earlier.
He does want to go, though… maybe he’s not 100% sure yet, but definitely starting to think that this will be their first and last trip together. 😭
#the stars may rise and fall#annotated#phantom retelling#writing process#OCs can be frustrating#Disaster boys
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I don't if you consume a lot of this sort of content, but do you have any Mikan-centric recommendations? Specifically fanfics/things on AO3 so I can put them in my Mikan collection, but comics would be fine as well. I'm fine with any ship also—I specifically really want works that deal with either Mikan and Junko's relationships or Mikan's relationships with the rest of the remnants! But I'm pretty much fine with any Mikan content. I have a Mikan collection that needs more work! Though it's fine if you don't have anything to recommend, too; I'm not sure how big on reading fanfic you are versus writing it (her smile is the sun is one of my favorite fanfics ever btw). Just was wondering if you had any Mikan centric recommendations!
Ooooo thank you for the ask! I do in fact read a lot of fanfic, and there have been many times where I've gone out of my way to find Remnant or post canon sdr2 fics, so I do have some in mind!! (And thank you for the compliment!! I'm delighted to hear my fic stands out to you!!) Here's some Mikan recs:
The Lion's Den - Chapter 1 - Arcawolf - Dangan Ronpa [Archive of Our Own]
Okay so this fic is LONG, and it’s Makoto-centric, since it's 90% his pov in an au where he’s kidnapped by Remnant Komaeda in the middle of Despair Era. However Mikan’s dynamic with Makoto and the other remnants is a prominent feature, and I remember really enjoying her in this fic!
Kayleen756894 | Archive of Our Own
I’m just linking the author here since literally all their danganronpa fics are about Mikan and Junko lol. Might not be your thing if you’re looking for a darker, canon-compliant exploration of Mikan and Junko relationship, since all their fics are non-abusive Junkan, but I do love their writing style, and their fics are really fun! I’d recommend giving them a shot!
Okay it’s been a while since I read this one BUT I love all of op’s danganronpa works, and so I trust it completely! It’s post canon, and focuses on a still despair-filled Mikan’s recovery with the help of her classmates! So exploration of both Mikan’s relationships with them and Junko!
There's Something Wrong With Mikan Tsumiki - Chapter 1 - RedPen - Super Dangan Ronpa 2 [Archive of Our Own]
Obligatory ‘There’s something wrong with Mikan Tsumuki’ rec because all of Redpen’s remnant fics are SO good and everyone needs to read all of them. Premise is that after Hajime also gets Despair Disease, Fuyuhiko stays at the hospital overnight instead, and tries to prevent any murders! This is mostly Fuyuhiko’s pov but one of the chapters IS Mikan's pov and I just love her perspective and general creepiness in this!
Also obligatory rec of one of my own fics! Each chapter is a different direction specific remnants could have gone in! Mikan features a lot in the first chapter, and chapter 6 is fully a Mikan chapter, with the concept of her having birthed Junko’s child during the apocalypse! It focuses a lot on her dynamics with Hajime and Izuru during and post Despair Era, and I really enjoyed writing it!
Another one of mine whoops, but this is basically the funeral the About-to-become-Remnants give to Junko, and Mikan is a pretty noticeable figure in it!
Took me forever to find this fic again but this is one of my absolute fav Mikan oneshots!! It’s post canon, and concentrates on her dynamic with Komaeda and her former relationship with Junko. Really love how op tackles her own self-hate, and her continuous struggles with escaping Despair.
Anyway, that's all I can remember for now, but anyone can feel free to add more recs in reblogs or comments! I'm always happy to add to my repertoire of Remnant related fics :)
#danganronpa#sdr2#mikan tsumuki#remnants of despair#fic rec#midnight speaks#This was a fun challenge!!#honestly i'd love to do just one big rec list for remnant/post-remnant fics because GOD have i gone down that rabbit hole many times#the lesson here is read Redpen.#gotta say there were several fics i wanted to rec that just. are generally good remnant fics but i did my best to stick to fics where mikan#at least has a very prominent role!#realizing most of these aren't fics solely about junkan....man. i loveee thinking about that fucked up dynamic honestly its shocking i cant#think of more ive read. maybe ll remember some later hm...#hope this helps anon :) Thanks again!
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