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solarmorrigan · 5 months

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For the angst prompt if you’re still doing it:

“Don’t listen to them. Don’t you EVER listen to them.”

Please

Hello! I'm afraid this one might not have come out quite as seriously as the others (might be channeling all my Serious Angst Energy into my ongoing fic at the moment), but hopefully it's enjoyable, anyway??

[No warnings except maybe some unkind self-directed internal dialogue from Steve]

“Y’know,” Eddie drawls, looking Steve up and down where he’s standing in the doorway, silhouetted by the light of the front hall, “correct me if I’m wrong, but you don’t look especially busy.”

Steve, caught out in a lie, clearly having been sitting around at home in his sweats when he’d specifically told Eddie that he couldn’t come over tonight because he was busy, does the only thing he can think of: he keeps lying.

“I am,” he says.

“Uh huh.” The way Eddie draws the hum of his agreement out says that he doesn’t believe Steve in the slightest. “And what, if I may ask, are you busy with, dressed in loungewear and sitting at home?”

Scrambling, Steve reaches for the first excuse that comes to mind, something he’d heard his mother say to someone over the phone years ago, when he was still a kid and she’d still made excuses to get out of social engagements and stay home with him.

“I’m washing my hair.”

Eddie bites down on a laugh so quickly and so visibly, Steve is surprised his teeth don’t go right through his lip.

“Are you?” Eddie asks, voice gone high and tight with mirth.

“Yep,” Steve answers.

“Well, damn, I don’t know why you didn’t invite me along to help,” Eddie says, grinning at Steve. “I feel like I’ve proven my skill in that arena before.”

Steve stares at Eddie, mouth working, feeling slow and useless and out of ideas. “Uh…”

With a sigh, Eddie lets his smile drop. “Look, can I come inside?”

The jig is up, so Steve just nods and steps aside to let Eddie in.

“What are you even doing here?” Steve asks as he leads the way back to the living room, where he’d been sitting on the couch and moping.

“Steve, I knew you weren’t busy tonight. You’re kind of a terrible liar,” Eddie says.

And that isn’t strictly true; Steve is a great liar – as long as he doesn’t feel guilty about it. He’s never been good at lying to people he loves.

They sit down; Steve shoves the magazines he’d been pretending he would actually be able to focus on out of the way (more proof of his pathetic attempt at a lie), and Eddie—ever blunt, ever direct—jumps right in.

“So I kind of feel like you’ve been avoiding me lately.”

Steve winces. “Not avoiding you, I’ve just been… limiting my time with you.”

Eddie looks stricken, and Steve would like to die, actually. Why did he phrase it that way?

“Did… I do something, or say something, or, like–”

“No!” Steve rushes to reassure him. “No, no, not at all, it’s nothing you did, you’re amazing, it’s not you, it’s…”

Eddie cocks an eyebrow at him. “It’s not me, it’s you?”

“I mean…” Steve sighs, running a hand through his hair. “Kind of, yeah.”

For a long moment, Eddie sits, brows furrowed, staring at Steve. Steve fights the urge to squirm under the intensity of his gaze.

“I’m trying super hard to figure out what’s going on right now, but I’m kind of coming up blank,” Eddie finally admits. “Are we… Are we breaking up?”

“No!” Steve blurts again, reaching this time for Eddie’s hands, as if he can keep Eddie from realizing what a goddamn idiot he is and leaving if he just holds on tightly enough. “Shit, no, that’s – I’m completely fucking this up, that’s the opposite of what I want to happen, that’s why I’ve been limiting my time with you.”

Though Eddie’s hands have turned in Steve’s grip, automatically holding onto him, he stares at Steve as though he’s lost his mind, which is fair. “Okay,” Eddie says slowly, “I admit you have a little more experience with relationships than I do, but isn’t the point to spend as much time as possible with the person you’re dating? Because you like them?”

“It’s… Usually, I guess, yeah.” Steve shrugs, suddenly wishing maybe that he hadn’t taken Eddie’s hands, because now he can’t get away, can’t duck out from under those dark, searching eyes. He settles for staring down at their joined hands as he speaks. “It’s just – I can be… kind of a lot? I like someone and I just kind of slam my foot on the gas and don’t look back and that’s too much, I know, so I’ve been trying not to, like, overwhelm you, because I really, really don’t want you to get sick of me, and–”

“Who the hell told you that?” Eddie cuts in sharply.

Steve’s eyes snap back up, finding Eddie looking so thoroughly offended that he’s not sure what to make of it. “Told me what?”

“That you’re too much,” Eddie presses, his hands going tighter around Steve’s.

“Uh,” Steve says, uncertain of what kind of answer Eddie’s looking for. The fact that Steve goes all-in too quickly is just common knowledge; the fact that it overwhelms and annoys people is kind of a general consensus.

Eddie shakes his head. “Never mind, it doesn’t even matter. Don’t listen to them. Don’t you ever listen to them,” he says, low and intense. “You’re not going to overwhelm me, Steve. I can’t get enough of you. I don’t think I’ll ever have enough of you, but the only way I’m gonna know for sure is if I get to have you around as often as possible for as long as you can stand me.”

The words, for a moment, don’t make any sense. No one has ever wanted Steve around that much; no one’s ever met him where he is in terms of hunger for companionship.

“You… want me around that often?” he asks, eyes flicking from Eddie’s face to their hands and back again.

“I want you around all the goddamn time. I want you when I wake up and when I go to sleep and when I’m having breakfast and when I’m doing shit around the house and when I’m playing a show and when I’m watching TV,” Eddie rattles off. “I’m not even exaggerating, it’s honestly kind of a problem.”

“A problem?” Steve asks, brows coming together in concern.

“It’s a problem because you’ve been limiting your time, thinking that I’m going to get tired of you.” Eddie disentangles their hands and reaches up to cup Steve’s jaw, palms soft and a little sweaty from their combined grip, but gentle—almost reverent—against his skin. “Sweetheart, I am never going to get tired of you.”

From anyone else, that would be hard to believe, but the way Eddie looks at him, dead-on and so fucking sincere, Steve can’t help but take the promise in with a hopeful flutter in his chest. He leans forward, pressing his mouth to Eddie’s, keeping the kiss chaste and slow before he pulls back to murmur, “Promise?”

“Promise,” Eddie answers immediately. “I promise, I promise, I promise.”

He tugs Steve forward after that, pushing and pulling him until he’s managed to lay out across the length of the couch and has situated Steve over him, lying on his chest like a weighted blanket. He sighs and wraps his arms around Steve, like he still wants to pull him closer.

“Perfect,” he says.

“Yeah?” Steve asks, balancing his chin Eddie’s sternum so he can smile up at him.

“Mhm,” Eddie hums. “Now I just have to figure out how to keep you this close all the time.”

“Might be kinda tough,” Steve says, fighting to keep his smile from growing to ridiculous proportions.

“Eh.” Eddie shrugs, ducking down to press a kiss to Steve’s forehead. “I’m willing to take the time to figure it out.”

And somehow, Steve thinks that might be the most romantic thing anyone’s ever said to him.

#steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #eddiesteve #eddie is perfectly content to be smothered actually please and thank you #solar wrote #answers from solar #anonymous

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traaanskimkitsuragi · 2 years

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replaying disco elysium and im enjoying it so much more now that i dont need to worry about the main plot

#on my first go i rushed thru it bc i was so stressed abt the time limits #now tho im just vibing #im doing a Dumb As Fuck art cop run #and im also properly rping to the best of my abilities #its a little hard in some places bc of the limited options but im having fun #im also doing a lot of the side quests that i missed out on during my first go #i am really enjoying getting on kims nerves. ive embarrassed him so many times #literally i will go out of my way to pick the oblivious idiot options bc its so funny to watch him freak out #also i am skipping through the dialogue that i dont care about lololol #as well as a lot of the main plot stuff since i remember it really well #im just skimming it to make sure i vaguely know whats going on #its wild how much less exhausting it is playing it like this #i mean the writing is good. really fucking good. but still. i dont care for the political or philosophical rambles it goes on #too bloated for me dshjkdsj

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caplanbuckybarnes · 2 months

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Caplan's Disney Celebration

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Dialogue Prompts

"Take it with you so you'll always have a way to look back ... and remember me."

"Have you ever seen something so wonderful in your entire life?"

“How did you survive being locked up in a castle for all this time?”

“What do you mean, you’re the lost princess?”

"Family means nobody gets left behind or forgotten"

“It’s called a cruel irony, like my dependence on you.”

“I warn you child. If I lose my temper, you lose your head. Understand?!”

“Perhaps you shouldn’t turn your back on me.”

“A true loves kiss. If only there was someone out there who loved you.”

"Today is a good day to try"

"Love is putting someone else’s needs before yours"

"If you ain’t scared, you ain’t alive"

"Any day spent with you is my favorite day. So, today is my new favorite day"

"He fell into despair, and lost all hope. For who could ever learn to love a beast?"

“You really shouldn’t come back here, you know. It’s not safe.”

“I told you to stay away from this wing!”

“He was this close—just staring at me.”

“Do you trust me?”

“(And) You will always be in my heart.”

“I especially love his smile.”

“New and a bit alarming.”

“Now kiss her.”

“How can I prove myself if no one will give me a chance?”

“People around here think I’m crazy, but I don’t care.”

“I’m a damsel. I’m in distress. I can handle this. Have a nice day.”

“Guys….I want a castle.”

“If you can’t say something nice, don’t say nothin’ at all.”

“When I look at you, I can feel it. I look at you, and I’m home.”

“Put that thing back where it came from or so help me.”

“There’s no one I’d rather be than me.”

“It was worth it…if you learned something from it.”

“You deliberately disobeyed me.”

“I’m surrounded by idiots.”

“How could you do that to me?”

Song Lyric prompts

“And I’ve got friends on the other side.” - Dr. Facilier, “Friends on the Other Side”,

“But you’ll be rewarded when at last I am given my dues. And injustice deliciously squared! Be prepared.”

“I admit that in the past I’ve been a nasty. They weren’t kidding when they called me, well, a witch.”

“If she doesn’t scare you, no evil thing will.”

“I’ve reached the top and had to stop and that’s what botherin’ me.”

“Ain't got time for messing around”

“People down here think I'm crazy”

“I put a spell on you, and now you’re mine.

“Don’t forget it, you’ll regret it.”

“Every hour we spent together Lives within my heart”

“Never thought she'd look my way And she smiled at me and held me”

“I was the master of my fate.”

“I learned the truth too late.”

“I let her steal into my melancholy heart.”

“I'm where I'm meant to be”

“He has never been one of us.”

“Now I know she’ll never leave me.”

“I should thank you...but it’d be more fun to kill you.”

“This crown gives me a feeling of power!”

“It’s not my fault, I’m not to blame”

“He asked for trouble the moment he came”

#CaplansDisneyCelebration

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jeannineee · 11 months

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Could you please do fluff dialogue #9 with Cassian?

Thank you ❤️

Oh, Baby

Cassian x Reader

a/n: requests are open!! Love you guys!!

warnings: descriptions of nausea/vomiting, suggestive at the end

9: “I…I’m pregnant.”

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For the third time this morning, you hurled your guts into the toilet.

Cold sweat coated your face and your chest as you swished water around your mouth, attempting to rid yourself of the bitter taste the bile left you with.

You’d felt nauseous constantly for the last week. At first, you were convinced it was the soup Feyre had made you and Cassian. But when your breasts began hurting, and the fatigue swept in, you knew.

You were pregnant.

It should be exciting, right?

You and Cassian had been talking about children for months now. You hadn’t explicitly tried for them, but you both wanted a family of your own.

Why were you so scared, then?

That same morning, you’d gone to Madja, who confirmed the pregnancy. You were early in your term, but after some assessment, she said you and the babe were healthy as could be.

“Lots of rest. Limit your stress,” she’d ordered you.

That evening, you were curled on the couch with a book when Cassian arrived home.

“Hi sweetheart,” he murmured, kissing your forehead. “Feeling any better?”

“Yes, actually, Madja gave me—“

“That’s good,” Cassian said tucking your hair behind your ears, cupping your face. “You sure everything’s okay? You still look ill.”

“Well thanks,” you muttered, annoyed. “Madja said—“

“I’ll get you some water,” Cassian said, rising from the couch, brows furrowed with worry. “Maybe a blanket too. I think we have some tea—“

“Cassian!” you shouted, to which his eyes widened in response.

“I…I’m pregnant.”

Cassian grinned like a fool. “Why didn’t you just say so?”

I tried, idiot, you thought to yourself.

“I wasn’t sure how to bring it up,” you said, fiddling nervously with your fingers.

“You’re sure?” Cassian asked, still beaming.

“I’m sure, Madja confirmed—“

Cassian fell to his knees in front of you, kissing your tummy over and over, laughing. “We’re having a baby,” he whispered incredulously.

“We’re having a baby,” you replied, looking down at him with tears in your eyes.

Cassian peppered your face with kisses, lifting you into his arms, before carrying you towards the bedroom. “We can tell everyone else tomorrow. You and I are celebrating now.”

#acotar #acotar headcanon #a court of thorns and roses #acotar fanfiction #acomaf #Cassian fluff #Cassian x reader #Cassian acotar #acotar Cassian #acosf #acowar #acotar fluff #Cassian #lord of bloodshed

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the-robot-bracket · 1 year

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Looks to the Moon propaganda:

"ITERATOR SWEEP"

"giant super computer that holds up a whole city but is also a little muppet creature you can talk to face to face"

"This is pebbles older sister who he ended up killing, she now sits half alive in her own massive corpse. She is my friend :)"

"PLEASSSSEEEE SHE HAS TO WIN SHE LOST EVERYTHING BC OF HER IDIOT BROTHER PLEASSEEEEEEEEEE SHE IS MY BEST FRIEND"

"Five "Wet Cat" Pebbles' big sister. She is incredibly sweet and friendly, but she has limits and will refuse to speak to you if you hurt her or piss her off badly enough. She speaks to you, a rat, like she's your kindergarten teacher. Despite everything her brother has done to her and himself, she sends him a broadcast as he's dying, telling him how much she still cares, and they spend the rest of their time together basically playing iMessage games. If you adopt children and bring them to her, she will comment on how cute they are, and tell you to keep them safe.

I love her so much. She's the best."

"Mom friend. Her brother killed her by accident, but she got better. Made up with her brother and spent somewhere between hundreds and thousands of years playing video games with him while they waited for him to die. One of two of the only characters with active dialogue; the only one that won't make your head literally explode; and the main source of having any idea of what the fuck is happening in the entire game. Has a remarkably good attitude for someone who is constantly waterboarded. A good quarter or so of players accidentally eat her braincells because they don't know what they are and that they shouldn't do that."

#robot bracket #robot poll #propaganda #looks to the moon #rain world

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cowboy-robooty · 3 months

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Robooty Reviews: Oni To Tengoku (8.9/10) ROBOOTY PERSONAL FAVORITE

(in my heart its a 10/10)

Atsurou Aoki is an english teacher who has some mad fuckin self esteem issues. hes our beautiful pathetic man protag and he ends up tangled up in a relationship of sorts with the school nurse, Manabu Tengoku. Its a dry premise and honestly the first volume requires you to sludge through a lot of average yaoi evil shit but please please please im begging you endure okay. i have been an oni to tengoku-er since 2019 and ive been following the development of the sequel (oni to tengoku sai) and the (now third) sequel (oni to tengoku kyuu) of this series and GOD. ILL BE REAL IM A MANIAC AND PROBABLY GOT A LOT MORE OUT OF THIS SERIES THAN THE AUTHOR INTENDED AT ALL BUT IDGAF PLEASE READ IT PERHAPS YOU CAN EXPERIENCE THE SAME ENLIGHTENING AS ME. READ MORE HAS SPOILERS BE WARNED (PART 1 CUZ OF TUMBLR IMAGE LIMIT)

this will be a little different than usual because i have a whole lot to say about aoki and tengoku. Really, a lot of this will be just talking about how and why i like their relationship so if you end up liking this you should most definately read the full manga to experience it for yourself

Despite all the fuckin bullshit of the first volume, the manga is really fucking good at interweving in its core themes and setting up the psychological basis of Aoki. Aoki was abused by his mother as a child, but i think the depiction of abuse is really realistic because even though she whittles down his self esteem and makes him feel worthless she hugs him afterwards and still is motherly towards him, this aoki doesnt hate his mother and fully cut her off per say but she is a demon to him. its pretty realistic imo where parents can do awful things but they buy you a donut and then its like ermm well.. they bought me a donut and do this in my best interest so its okay. Aoki is fucked in the head though. because he doesnt feel like he can be loved deep down and his entire career path is something he chose only because it was expected of him by his family (and his entire life is grasping at straws in an attempt to not disappoint people)

he wants more than anything to just not be an embarassment and be "worthy" of being loved. I like how this is depicted because again it feels more realistic in that he isnt outwardly a freak about it or anything he doesnt have breakdowns in public or anything thats enough to warrent himself to feel like he needs to get help. but he definately does need help of some sort because his way of thinking and the constant guilt and shame he feels is just something thats normal to him now. hes just tired and a bit worn down, but its not like anything is exceptionally bad, since humans are surprisingly adaptable and hes just lived with feeling like hes an embarassment who disappoints people his entire life so its norm.

Tengoku obviously doesnt mean it in the way aoki is taking is. but its things like this that make the themes feel well interwoven to me. Aoki doesnt look tengoku in the eye and say "i have mommy issues and feel like being an embarassment is the reason i cant be loved" but he still shows it in a way that we the audience can see he means, since we can put together aoki's lifestyle and viewpoint from his inner dialogues and flashbacks to his mother's abuse. Aoki wants more than anything else to be a good boy because only good boys can be loved. and unfortunately for aoki san this kind of means he has developed a praise kink and good boy fetish which tengoku just naturally leans towards so erm haha tengoku just pushing those buttons all willy nilly!

Tengoku isnt an idiot though, as he pursues aoki he can definately connect the dots and all that shit for how aoki ticks. This isnt exactly hard to do anyways, since aoki passively talks about himself to tengoku during non crazy scenes and its not like hes an enigma or anything because again, he thinks that the way he lives is completely normal for a guy like him. Tengoku likes aoki and chases him and aoki isnt exactly a willing participant. Tengoku likes aoki because hes a fun plaything and interesting and pure hearted and everything tengoku is not and aoki begins to form an affection for tengoku because he itches the mental illness brain damage spot by pursuing and wanting him consistently and not getting bored.

These panels are true brain damage pages because it hits upon how all aoki wants is for someone to look at him directly and still want him. His greatest wish (that he doesnt even believe could come true at the bottom of his heart) is to have someone that could see him for who he is and despite all his flaws. despite how hes useless, despite how hes not good at anything (to him), despite how hes bad at relationships, despite how he cant talk with other people, and despite what an embarassment he is, still love and want him. Seriously, I must recommend you to read this for yourself. Theres the yaoi bullshit sludge but every chapter has bits and pieces of Aoki's mindset that is an insanely good representation and depiction of how that kind of mentality and acceptance is like.

Volume 2 is where things really pick up. Yaoi sludge has been toned down to make way for FUCKING SWAG!!!! the set up for aoki's mentality is done now were onto getting into the way tengoku and aoki's personalities actually interact with eachother. Along with dipping into tengokus crazy bitch syndrome

Over this volume, were shown that actually aoki and tengoku are a good match for eachother. At least, tengoku provides something special for aoki in that he doesnt know from personal experience the feeling of needing to earn love, but because of that he bounces off well with aoki because he shows basic interest in going "well your feelings and thoughts do matter though. youre a person too". this isnt explicitly said, but its little things liks this that end up making aoki fall in love with him. Aoki falling in love with tengoku is also interesting because this is his first time actively liking someone else because its what he wants, not because its what the other person expects. Despite how terrible their relationship was at first, it set a ground where Aoki was able to create a strong connection with someone without the initial fear of disappointing them since he even didnt like tengoku at first. Honestly with the way Aoki is I think that is why hes able to love tengoku out of his volition, since he already has shown his shameful parts to him and tengoku still wants him-- in fact tengoku is the only person who has seen Aoki's shame and refused to let him go, this lets Aoki take a breather and think about what HE desires for once instead of how to keep someone with him or do whats good for the other person/not shameful.

Also a new teacher is introduced who actually is one of the many guys Tengoku had play-boyed before who became a teacher just so he could try to win tengokus love lol. but he serves as a plot device for that yaoi jealousy arc WOOOHOOOO! I love the jealousy chapter a lot though because BOTH CHARACTERS experience jealousy in their own way. I'm not sure if what Aoki experiences can be classified under jealousy or not, but ill just say it is because thats easier. The chapter is wonderfully done though because see Tengoku has always been the one who chases Aoki but also the one who reminds him that he doesnt fall in love this is just a sex playboy thing. Aoki is the one who has fallen in love and does show this by treating Tengoku specially, but Tengoku obviously doesnt reciprocate this since the way he acts at least is more like Aoki is his favorite of a bunch of toys rather than his one and only like how Aoki sees him. Aoki feels bitterness over this because he wishes he could be loved by Tengoku since Tengoku is somewhat wishy washy and gives Aoki just enough to keep hope but also smushes that hope by refusing a drop more. (this is done though bc this is fucking yaoi ofc tengoku loves aoki to bits and pieces back but tengoku is just scared of liking aoki too much and showing it too much but hold on we havent gotten to tengokus insanity yet jeeeesus christ!). Also im kind of at the tumblr 10 image limit but I think showing these next three pages are really important so ermm me when i post this and then add a reblog or two with MORE BULLSHIT. I'll properly tag the versions with my reblogs

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leithillustration · 21 days

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I need a Witcher Legend of Zelda crossover where this scene happens:

Link: hup

Geralt: hmm

Link: Hiyah!

Geralt: Fuck!

#good idiots with limited dialogue #Been sitting on this for weeks now #Legend of Geralt #Toss a coin to your Hero #the witcher #geralt of rivia #link #legend of zelda

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mysticstarlightduck · 3 months

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OC in 15 or less Tag

Thank you for the Tag, @cowboybrunch (here)! <3

Rules: Share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture the character/personality/vibe of the OC. Bonus points for just using the dialogue without other details about the scene, but you're free to include those as well!

I'm doing half of this for my OC Cory Blythe, from Mutant Inquiries, and the other half for Augustus Grimmure, from Enchanted Illusions for this tag!

Cory Blythe

"Listen, douchebag, I'm far too sober to deal with whatever this bullshit is right now and I'm already running late for my fucking job - by the way, I'm far more scared of my boss than I am of you. So how about you go mug someone else and I don't stab you with these heels?"

"And you seriously thought involving 'Miss Trust Fund' over here in our mess was a good idea? No! You just signed our early death certificate." [...] "Why? Oh my god, I don't know, Becky... maybe because her infamously overprotective dad is the CEO of a fucking multimillionaire enterprise and you just dragged his only daughter to the middle of a conspiracy?! I don't care if she wants to help! That's Violet Villarosa, for fuck's sake. We're dead now, we're so dead - I'll have a closed casket for sure."

"The more I live, the more I realize I might be the sanest person in this group of idiots. And that scares me."

"Are any of you going to explain why there's a random dude bleeding out in my brand-new car? No? Okay then."

"Becky," [they take a deep breath] "My best friend, my surrogate sister, the caffeinated cutie-pie of my life, I say this in the most polite way possible - I'd rather be waterboarded with lava than hear that plan ever again."

"Teague, let's make one thing very fucking clear - I'm following my side of the contract, so you can do whatever you want to me in the meantime. But my friends - my family - they're off limits, and if I ever find out you sent any one of your thugs after Rebecca or any of them again, it'll be the last goddamn thing you do. I don't care if you're the head of the mob, or if I'll be food for the fishes afterward - you're not the only one here with a pocketknife, fucker."

"I call dibs on the fluffy socks and the cereal!"

"Look, just because I'm not a mutant like you guys doesn't mean I can't seriously fuck somebody up with a shotgun. Now, one of you might want to take the wheel of this car 'cause I'm about to do just that."

Augustus Grimmure

Augustus felt rejuvenated - like he’d just woken up from a nice nap, adjusting his bloodstained dapper suit and glaring at the now soulless corpse. “Oh -" He looked down, noticing the crimson splatters on his coat "That’s just nonsense! Look at this, it's all ruined and covered in blood! It was my new suit! How dare he stab me.”

"My, my, it's a great deal of a fall from up here. I'm not so sure about this anymore, Hattie-" He looked over the speeding train's railing, turning to Harriet with a shaky, nervous chuckle. As he did, he noticed the outline of the two goons clambering into the wagon behind them, guns ready. "Oh, well, as some say - ladies first!" Before she could say anything, Augustus pushed her over the railing - summoning a portal beneath her. Two bullets flew past the spot where she'd just been standing, instead lodging themselves in the young necromancer, who jumped into the portal just before it closed.

"Well, you could attack us, boys, and I'll merely consume all your souls - string by string, painstakingly severing the cord between your life and afterlife until you're all empty husks. You know who I am, and what I can do to mercenaries who threaten people I hold dear." His eyes glowed in the dark, the mark on his wrist causing the mercenaries to stumble back in shock, as shadows swirled around him. "Now, are you sure this is a wise decision to make in the name of your boss, a man who was too lazy to even come get his own hands dirty?"

"I can't tell you more about it, love." He shook his head with a dejected smile, clutching his own arms in a vice grip. "About my deal, about the Deathbringer and what I did. I can't. It's, no - they're just too dangerous, and I made a mistake. I fear it... it won't end well."

"For some reason, I don't think your cousin likes me very much, Harriet." Augustus spoke under his breath after Vincent stormed out, a playful but somewhat serious lilt to his words, concerned. [She replies "It's not about you, per se. Vincent doesn't really like anyone"] The necromancer chuckled. "No, this seems so very personal."

"My grandma used to bring me to this place, when I was a kid." He mused, fiddling with the blue flower between his fingers, before placing it inside the book. "For a lonely commoner kid with a strange magic that everyone was afraid of, these dusty books were paradise. A world where maybe I really could be anyone."

"May I have this dance, darling? We may as well enjoy this uppity evening on our own terms, before anyone makes it otherwise."

Tagging - @oh-no-another-idea, @dreaminggoblin, @mitchell-nihil, @starlit-hopes-and-dreams,@yet-another-heathen @talesofsorrowandofruin, @thetruearchmagos, @writernopal, @i-can-even-burn-salad, @clairelsonao3, @little-peril-stories, @memento-morri-writes and @saltysupercomputer

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carbondioxda · 1 month

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Instincts and lovebirds (p.1)

Sokka x firebender!OC

c/w: swearing!! this is my first time writing an oc x canon so this may or may not be the worst thing you’ll ever read??, basically Sokka and Zuya making fun of Katara’s crush on Jet. This is also pretty long by the way. Written in third person and I usually avoid using adjectives that have informations regarding looks but I want you to have an idea of how Zuya looks like.

a/n: first time writing in the atla universe<33, english isn’t my first lanuage, please tell me if I make any mistakes

also just like in my previous posts, my way of writing dialogue might be different than what you’re used to.

I haven’t introduced my oc Zuya on this page at all, so maybe I’ll do it in a separate post. I hope you like her.

This whole encounter was weird. First, Sokka swore on his instincts that they all should walk instead of flying on Appa and then suddenly they’re being saved by a bunch of kids from being ambushed. Yet somehow, even though they were saved, something didn’t feel right. Zuya felt as if they were still ambushed or captured in some way. It was plainly uncomfortable.

Jet, Smellerbee, Longshot, Pipsqueak, Sneers and The Duke. They didn’t seem like a usual vigilante group. More like, wild children mixed with pirates. Zuya noticed some dirt on their necks and hands, they must’ve hardly ever bathed. Only Jet seemed to vaguely know what hygiene is. Even if Sokka’s instincts proved to be incorrect, right now the bad gut feeling he had was shared with his friend, Zuya.

- Psssst. - the brunette hissed to Sokka, while Jet’s friends were looking through the fire nation’s supplies.

- I’m right next to you, idiot. - he hissed back, but louder. - If you wanna talk shit about them I’m here for it, just don’t hiss like a wild animal. - the boy crossed his hands, looking at his friend.

- Okay, okay I just wanted you to get the goddamn hint.

- I know what you’re gonna say. - he begun.

- They look suspicious as hell. - they both said at the same time. Zuya tried her best not to point it out, so that he wouldn’t feel too special about guessing what she had on her mind. That would get into his head. Everything goes right into Sokka’s head, actually.

- Katara doesn’t think so. - Zuya choked out, pointing her head to the girl’s direction. Katara was thanking Jet for their help. Sokka seemed to run out of ideas on commenting this whole thing. He rolled his eyes. - I mean, it’s nice of her to thank him but her voice is high pitched and she’s kinda getting red.

- What? What do you mean? - Sokka squinted his eyes to see better, as if that was supposed to help in any way.

- Seems like your sister has a little cruuush. - Zuya teased, twirling her dark hair around her finger to mock Katara.

- Hell no, why this freak of all? Why couldn’t she perhaps, I don’t know, have a crush on Haru?

- We were in that village for two or three days, it’s better for everyone that she didn’t.

- We’re not gonna be here much longer either.

- It’s best if none of us has a crush. Any kind. It would only slow us down.

- Same thing! This whole Jay, or whatever his name is, isn’t all that. Just look at him. What the hell is that in his mouth? A straw? Grass? Is he a cow? - Sokka tried to come up with a creative insult.

- You’re just bitter because your life-saving instincts didn’t work. We should call them life-ending instincts, cause you know…cause we were ambushed.. - Zuya giggled. Sokka’s glare was digging into her. Even if he wasn’t very intimidating, she wasn’t going to test his limits right now. - No, but seriously. We should get out of here before we even have the chance to meet those guys closer. I know the type of mr. nonchalant, it’s not gonna end well. It’s for Katara’s own good.

They followed the group, because Katara and Aang wanted to see their secret hideout. It was pretty obvious their spot wouldn’t be on the ground, given that the trees were the tallest they’ve seen and tents or houses would be too easy to spot. However, Sokka didn’t really think about it.

- Soo, Zuya, right? Are you from the Earth Kingdom? - Jet asked. She was in the same attire she left her village, Kyoshi. She was taken in by the village’s members when she was just a young child, nobody really expected her to grow up to be a firebender.

- Yeah, I’m from The Kyoshi village. - she replied.

- Are you an earthbender?

- Actually she’s- - Katara begun.

- A non-bender! Just like Sokka. - Zuya corrected her quickly. The rest of the gaang didn’t question it.

- A, nice to know. Explains a lot. Hey, you two, grab those handles. - Jet suggested, turning to the ,,non-benders”.

- What does this thing d- - Sokka was cut off, being plunged into the air. Zuya couldn’t react in time, sharing the fate with her friend and soon grabbing onto the thick branches for dear life.

- Look, shit, look! - Zuya tugged on his arm.

- What?! - he asked, just now getting his head out of the leaves. She grabbed his chin and pointed him to look down, where Katara and Jet where smoothly flying upwards to the hideout. - I’ve had enough, we’re getting out of here as soon as possible. - he commented.

- They’re having their movie moment in there. - she said, noticing how Katara’s face is constantly red from all of the blushing. - How cute.

- You seem to be having a moment too. - Aang startled them. They didn’t notice him flying up. It slips their mind that Aang can literally levitate.

- A moment? We’re having a moment of hanging onto a tree branch. - Zuya said loudly, still recovering from the Aang jumpscare. Sokka turned away and climbed onto the wooden plank attached to the tree that led to the hideout.

They caught up with the group and Jet showed them around, talking about how amazing his ,,freedom fighters” are in being a pain in the Fire Nation’s ass. Sokka looked like he was in agonizing pain the whole time, and even more when they sat around the fire. That’s when Jet did his whole inspiring speech.

He sat down, separating Sokka and Zuya from Katara and Aang.

- Hey Jet! Nice speech.

- Thanks. By the way, I was really impressed with you and Aang. That’s some great bending back there.

- He’s great, he’s the avatar. - Katara explained. - I could use some training. - she was blushing again.

- The avatar? Nice. Very nice. - Jet seemed to be so pleased about that fact, it made them pretty uncomfortable. Sokka’s instinct must’ve worked at that moment.

- Sorry, but we need to leave tonight. - he said, cutting their conversation short.

- Yup, we should’ve left earlier, we can’t slow down. - Zuya added to back him up.

- Sokka! Are you kidding, I needed you for an important mission! - Jet whined.

- What mission? - Sokka’s ears perked up, even if he didn’t get too excited. A mission was enough for him to be convinced, knowing him.

- Tomorrow, we have to do a patrol and make sure The Fire Nation doesn’t attack or anything. - Jet tried to bribe him. - You could use a good night’s sleep for once.

- True. We’ll get to the North Pole, Sokka, let’s just use this occasion. - Aang spoke up.

- Only for one night. We can’t stay longer. - he gave in. - I’m going to sleep now, if you don’t mind. Me and Zuya stayed up all night to guard the supplies. We’re tired, right Zuya?

- Right. Exhausted.

- You can go to the hut on the left. - Jet said. - Goodnight!

- Goodnight. - Sokka spat out, before taking Zuya by the wrist and leading her away from the group.

- There’s no way you agreed to stay just to go on a mission, Sokka. - she hissed at him again. - It’s not even that important!

- Oh shut up, I’ll finally do something for once. Maybe they’ll give us some supplies for that.

- They won’t give us shit.

- Let’s just go. - he said, entering the small hut they were given to sleep in. They tried their best to ignore how annoying the newly met people were and just got ready for bed.

- Why did you tell them you’re a non-bender? - Sokka suddenly asked, when Zuya was brushing out her long hair. She usually wore it in two long braids, but this evening was a good occasion to brush it all out and distract herself.

- Gut feeling. They hate the Fire Nation.

- You’re not from the Fire Nation though?

- And how would they know that? It’s better to tell them the short version instead of explaining myself. I’m not planning on using fire here anyway.

- Good point. - he put his hands behind his head and laid down. - I’d love to see you firebend the hell out of them, though. - he added with a smug grin. It made her smile.

- Maybe I’d do that if I could firebend better. I only know a few moves. I think I might’ve noticed something. Sokka? Can you braid my hair?

- Yea…what did you notice? - he positioned himself behind her. Gran gran taught him how to do Katara’s hair when their mom died, he never really forgot how to do it.

- All of the ,,freedom fighters” have strange outfits. They’re so mixed. Jet has parts of the Fire Nation attire mixed with the Water Tribe’s clothes, or The Duke? He has everything in green and yellow, traditional Earth Kingdom colours.

- So, what are you saying?

- I’m just saying…don’t get into any trouble tomorrow. - she sat while he braided her hair. - Or your outfit might be worn by one of them soon.

- Thieves are the last thing I wanted to encounter. Still, why would I get into trouble? I’ll just pretend to be their friend or somethin’- he asked, already aware why exactly.

- You know damn well why. You’re going without us on that mission, don’t try to act like a smartass.

- I won’t. I’ll try to, at least.

- Promise me you won’t. I don’t wanna have to run to save your sorry ass again.

- Again? Excuse me. - he tugged her hair on purpose.

- Ow! Yes, again. If I wanted go count all of the times where I had to drag you out of someone’s hands I’d run out of fingers. - she grabbed his hand to stop him. Sokka scoffed at that. - Can I braid your hair too?

- No, my head is pounding when you do my braids, they’re too tight.

- I’ll be more gentle? - she smiled, just as he was finishing her own braids. He sighed.

- Just this once. - he finally agreed. - Don’t make them so tight.

- I’ll try.

- You don’t look exhausted. Is Sokka hitting on you again? - Katara asked when she entered the hut with Aang. She was in a good mood, who wouldn’t be if they found themselves a love interest?

- Not today. - she pretended to be let down. Or she wasn’t pretending.

- Just for the record, I’ve never done that. Focus on hitting on Jet, Katara.- he insisted.

- Stop moving so much or else I’m making the braids tight.

- You can’t deny it. Back in Kyoshi, Omashu and when pirates tried to take us. - Aang counted on his fingers and then shoved them into grumpy Sokka’s face. - And that one evening?

- You forgot the boat thing. - Katara reminded.

- Right, boat thing too. - Aang smiled like the cute kid he is.

- It wasn’t intentional. My charm is unbeatable, what can I do about it? Happens on it’s own.

- All of you should go to sleep. - Zuya said, carefully making small braids on Sokka’s head. She finished up and for the rest of the evening, thankfully nobody brought up the topic of Jet and his friends.

Zuya was abruptly waken up by Sokka, right when he came back from the mission. Katara and Aang must’ve already gone somewhere.

- Wake the hell up Zuya, they’re psychos! - Sokka shook her by the shoulders.

- Stop shaking me! - Zuya’s green eyes were barely open and the boy was still blurry in her vision.

#ao3 #fanfiction #oc x canon #oc #atla oc #atla sokka #atla #sokka avatar the last airbender #avatar aang #avatar the last airbender #avatar the last airbender x oc #sokka x oc #wattpad #ao3 writer #katara #aang #atla aang #jet atla

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fleursbending · 1 year

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hiii i just got back from my pinkpantheress concert only to see i've reached over 100 followers !

thank you so much guys 😭💌, i'm really grateful my writing has received sm love. the avatar community is such a nice place :3 .

for 100 followers i am doing a special writing event ! how it will work is i have a list of dialogue prompts and all you have to do is the following:

(REQUESTS ARE NOW CLOSED)

✿ send the number of which specific prompt you would like through my requests with the following info..

✿ the character you want, oc or reader, gn or fem, platonic or romantic.

✿ specific genre: e.g: hurt/comfort, enemies to lovers, angst, fluff. (you can choose a maximum of 3 genres! the choices are endless!)

✿ these are the characters you can choose from: neteyam sully, lo'ak, jake, neytiri, kiri, ao'nung, tsireya. the following characters are strictly platonic: tuktirey, ronal, tonowari.

✿ you can pick multiple characters to be included in a request. e.g : sully family x sully!reader.

✿ i will pick the length, aka if it is just a drabble or a full-fledged fic ! just pls be descriptive as you can with your request :3 or if u want i can just make it a surprise for u LOL.

✿ requests can be denied if they go against my boundaries and guidelines. so read those first.

✿ first come, first serve! this will only go on for a limited amount of time, depending on how well this is received.

here is your list of dialogue prompts to choose from:

“You’ll pay. You’ll pay for what you’ve done.”

"Not a day goes by where I don’t think of you."

"I’ve been falling in love with you since the day we met."

"You really think I won't choose you in a heartbeat?"

"Would you acknowledge my feelings for you if I kissed you right now? You can't seem to take a damn hint, [name]."

"If I'm causing you so much trouble, why won't you kill me?"

"Be brave for me, love."

"Can I cross your boundaries just for the night?"

“You’re a dumbass and I can’t believe I’m related to you.”

“So what? you’re still my [name], idiot. I don’t care about what they say!”

“You are a menace and you almost died back there if it wasn’t for me.”

“This—” [points at their chest] “—this belongs to you. always.”

"How long have you been hiding this?"

"You moron... Why are you so careless!?"

"I have a perfectly reasonable explanation for this!"

"Never do that again. Please."

"...Who did this to you?" || "Let it go (Name), it doesn't matter-" || "Yes, it does. Who did this to you?"

“Looks like we’ll be trapped for a while…”

“Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”

“You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.”

“You did all of this for me?”

“I swear it was an accident.”

“Let me do this, please.”

"You were put on this earth to give me a headache!"

"What? I have never-"

"In my defense, I really wanted to."

"I don't hate you."

“Did I stutter?”

“This sounds like you’re flirting with me.”

“H-How long have you been standing there?”

“There is no way this much stupid can fit inside one person.”

“Could he make you feel as good as I do?”

"This isn’t adrenaline, I want to spend my life with you.”

“Just to clarify: me holding your hand doesn’t, like, mean anything, by the way. Not in that way, at least. Unless you want it to mean something. I don’t mind. That’s cool.”

"You're an idiot."

“Don’t cover your face, I want to see you”

“You weren’t supposed to hear that!”

“I don’t know what to do.” || “Then let me teach you.”

“If you interrupt me one more time— so help me God.”

“Do you want me to stay?”

“We were friends! why did that have to change?”

“I’ve never heard you laugh before.”

"It feels like torture, but I don't want it to stop."

"I may have gone and done something slightly insane."

"If you lay a goddamn hand on them, I promise you'll regret it."

"I'll give you whatever you want, just- just stop!"

“Everything I’ve ever known has led up to you.”

"Just take my hand and relax, nothing bad is gonna happen."

"You taught me that love doesn't make us weak, it makes us stronger."

"Seeing you here felt a lot more like coming home than when I actually got here."

credits to the following for these prompts: @casualwriter @clovenly @urfriendlywriter @dumplingsjinson @promptplanetblr @mangocherri @writinginstardust @a-crumb-of-whump @honey-writes @mswritingthings 🎀🎀 ty talented ppl !!!

✿ if you have any questions, feel free to comment and ask! ok, gn! it's 1am for me💀.

𝒇𝒍𝒆𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒃𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 ━━━ 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑

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gallavichgeek · 4 months

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Fic Writer Interview

Okay I finally filled this out. Thank you @suzy-queued and @ms-moonlight-inn for the tag.

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

Good old 49….hmm I wonder what lucky number 50 could be 🤔

2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 771,726 👀

3. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Saving Grace (Which is now a published novel)

His Name was, Slave

The Ian to Mickey’s Cal

South Side Forever - this one surprised me

Sex Tape

4. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

All the time. I could easily leave an essay for a reply 🙈

5. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Two Kisses.

And to be fair I told everyone how angsty it is and they all told me to post it on A03 (I did a poll) and well, I guess they weren’t expected THAT.

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

Everything I write, besides Two Kisses, has a HE, the HAPPIEST, hmmm it would have to be either Hope or His Name was, Slave. Purely because they both have the boys going through a lot to get that happily ever after.

7. Do you write crossovers?

Not yet. Not sure if I would.

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Have I ever 🤣 I just laugh because the hate is mostly idiot trolls or immature readers that didn’t understand what I was writing or read the tags.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Do I ever 😈😈 , I once wrote a fic where Mickey f*cks himself with his own d*ck sooo, not much is off limits. (Except 3 ways/orgies. No go!)

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

God, I hope not.

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes, I’ve had a few of my “fill in” s11 fics.

12. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

With the wonderful @ms-moonlight-inn on our fic When You Call Unexpected

And I co-wrote The Ian to Mickey’s Cal, though the sequel I wrote by myself.

13. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

14. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

Oh I will. I have two sitting away that I know I’ll eventually post.

15. What are your writing strengths?

I’ve been told many times that my writing is like watching a movie.

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

Taking a small idea and making it much larger than it needs to be.

17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

Don’t think I could trust myself to know it was accurate.

18. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Gallavich!

19. What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t written for yet but want to?

Nothing has resonated with me the way Gallavich has so no other ship has inspired me enough to want to write it.

20. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

That’s like asking someone to pick their favourite child. Or saying Cameron or Noel.

Hope has a very special place in my heart.

Obviously “When You Call Unexpected” for collab work

And I’m pretty proud of all the smut I wrote in OnlyFans

#gallavich #mickey milkovich #ian gallagher #fan fiction #shameless #gallavich fanfic #fanfiction #gallavich fanart #gallavich fan fiction #ian x mickey #tag game #ao3 tags

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sylenth-l · 1 year

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Hello! if you dont mind me asking, what about Witch Queen's seasonal writing did you not like?

Hey! Oh boy, I'm really turning this into a rant blog, don't I 😅 I guess it may be summed up as progressing simplification and flattening of every aspect of the story, from its characters to the plot.

My biggest issues are some characters' portrayal, LOTS of poorly written empty dialogues and very uneven story progression, with characters sometimes acting like a bunch of total idiots for no reason other than for The Plot to happen. Some I didn't care about from the start and they just kept getting more irritating (e.g. Crow), others I liked before, but they suddenly mutated into something I can hardly recognize now (Eris most of all, Drifter and Big Red in a lesser amount), etc. I won't say absolutely everything was horrible, no, it had some very good stuff too: interesting conversations (mostly in the last season, which imo was the best if we don't take into account the moronic ending), cool cutscenes (I especially like the one about Saladin and the girl and ofc the O14 one), some characters are still just as good (Osiris, Mara and Caiatl make everything better every time they appear on screen, bless).

Also I must say that I'm not big fan of the current seasonal model in general. Imo, in terms of the story it creates very strict limits of things that are allowed to happen throughout the year (nothing too important or amazing, because soon it'll be deleted) and provokes not putting too much time & effort into the content, because again, soon it'll be deleted. It's not always the case, but sometimes it really shows. Only the last seasons of each year seem to be consistently impressive, maybe because they're part of the marketing campaign to sell the upcoming dlcs. All that is my personal impression, of course ✌️✨

#ask #destiny

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villainessprefect · 1 year

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~Tell It to My Heart~

{100 follower & Valentine Event} - Closed & Completed

In honor of this milestone and the upcoming holiday, I would like to present this new event! Your local stargazer is now a...heartgazer?! I guess all you have to do is tell me who captured your heart and I’ll bring you together. Pretty neat, right?

Anyway- I’d like to thank everyone for following and interacting with my work! This is my first time running a fandom specific blog and I adore seeing so many interactions. I hardly write for ‘popular’ series to so all this support? Amazing. Thank you, truly!

Now, onto the main event! All you have to do is...❤️ confess ❤️!

>You choose from the list below, picking either Dialogue OR Prompt, not both. Those chosen will be crossed out from the list so there will be no repeats.

>Dialogue & Prompts can be tweaked slightly. If you want to add some additional details or a setting, feel free to do so. And please specify who is confessing or else I will choose.

>Same rules apply as per a normal request.

>It is a time limited event with limited slots!! Only available until February 14th!

>Fics will be posted in a collection on AO3 rather than their own!

>An example of a request would be: “Dialogue #4 with (character), female reader confesses to them and said underneath the stars.” or “Prompt 10 with (character) and the friend is (another character). The reader admits to it and this is in between classes/lunch so they end up skipping classes to deal with the confession?”

{Request Counter 19/22}

1-11 dialogue

“You mean a lot to me and I didn’t want to sit there and watch you get hurt.”

“You’re such an ass. I don’t understand why I even like you.”

“I know it’s sudden, but seeing you with them made me realize how much I want you.”

“I have this weird feeling when I’m with you. I...can’t explain it, but I know it’s a good feeling.”

“I love you, you idiot!”

“I am only going to say this once, so you better listen...I love you.”

“I want to see you happy.”

“I’ll be damned if I let someone else touch you like that again.”

“I feel like I could love you forever, and that scares the shit out of me.”

"I know you aren't perfect. But it's a person's imperfections that make them perfect for someone else."

"My heart made its choice, and it chose you."

1-11 prompt

Being too afraid to confess during the school year, so you wait until graduation.

Ending a phone call with an accidental “love you”.

Telling them “I love you” while they’re asleep.

Confessing at the same place where they first met.

Being confronted after avoiding them for the past few weeks and you have to tell them that you don’t hate them nor are you angry. You just don’t know how to deal with the fact that you’re in love with them.

At the end of a fake date the truth comes out.

Eating together, wiping food off their lips, making eye contact, and getting closer and closer.

Dancing together while one person falls, the other lands on top of them and the fallen one laughs. The other confesses.

Traditional Valentines Day confession. Giving them chocolates and a kiss if you’re brave enough.

Confessing to a friend that you’re in love with them and they overhear it.

Scolding them for doing something stupid and unintentionally saying, “why did I have to fall for you”.

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twst en #twisted wonderland requests #twst blog event #twisted wonderland x you #twst x you #disney twisted wonderland #riddle rosehearts x reader #leona kingscholar x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #kalim al asim x reader #vil shoenheit x reader #idia shroud x reader #malleus draconia x reader #tell it to my heart event

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nellyofthevalley · 5 months

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truths, ch.4

astarion x fem!tav rating: explicit

content: piv sex, fingering, biting/blood drinking, emotionally repressed losers who can't communicate, angst

summary: this fic is mostly an excuse to write a bunch of dialogue bouncing around in my head. astarion is a sad little idiot who turns his fears into a self-fulfilling prophecy because he never learned how to love. it may or may not turn into a tragedy

“Say you’re sorry,” she demands, still facing away. “Sorry,” he says, plainly, so notably unlike him. There’s no hint of sarcasm in his voice, no lead-up to a joke or shameless flirting. A simple apology. She can hardly grasp the fact that he’d given her what she asked for so easily.

chapters: ch.1 | ch.2 | ch.3 | ch.4 | ch.5 | ch.6 | ch.7 | ch.8

read it on ao3 or below the cut

Their time here at the Last Light Inn is limited, but not a second is taken for granted. The trek through the shadow-cursed lands demoralized and wore the party down. It’s exhausting, how the shadows lurk in every corner, watching their every move, waiting for someone to step out of line or lose their light. Though the party isn’t unaccustomed to dangerous territory, none of the journey behind them compares to this. Here, every dead tree, every rock and every cliff hunts you.

Raphael hunted them, too, following through the darkness and worming his way into a game of chess at the inn. Tav fantasized of killing him right then; nothing about him could be trusted and his grating wordplay made her want to cut out his throat. But he’d caught her by making his deal with Astarion. Fresh as her hurt may be, they are still in this together.

Upstairs, away from the chaos, she sheds her clothes and draws a much needed bath. The scalding water feels like a blessing on her icy skin as she steps in, submerging herself up to her ears. Her hair flows free, let down from her usual braids, absorbing soap and water like a sponge. Taking the time to relax and massage her scalp is a feeling almost sweet enough for her to forget the rest of the world.

“Tav?” Shadowheart’s voice calls from behind the door, barely reaching her ears under the water.

“Come in,” Tav answers, turning over and resting her chin on the edge of the bath.

“I’ve half a mind to join you,” Shadowheart comments, heavily sighing as she sits in a chair beside the tub, body weary and in need of rest.

“There’s room.” Tav shrugs. She’s felt so alone lately, in her own head, and even Gale was keeping his distance. Perhaps they thrived better in the chaos. It made for good conversation, at least. “I’ll turn away if it’s any help.”

It’s a pleasure to be in the company of a friend.

The offer is tempting, and before long, Shadowheart’s stripping her clothes and getting in, too. It’s easy between them, to be comfortable. They’d been through so much already, and their spirits complement one another well.

“I don’t know what I’m doing down there,” Shadowheart says, working to let her own hair down. It’s a test of patience; her hair’s the longest Tav has ever laid eyes on. It’s impressive, really. Beautiful. She can’t help but be a little jealous, having dreamt of having such long hair when she was young.

“What’s going on?”

“Nothing, really, I just—I don’t belong.” Shadowheart’s tone is uncertain in a manner Tav hasn’t heard her speak before. A tone not unlike the one she’d taken when confessing her duty that she’d gone so far as to cleanse her memories in service of.

This isn’t about making friends and smalltalk, it’s a harsher feeling of the world almost stopping and not having a place in it. The inn is a place of temporary respite lost in a landscape inflicted with permanent nightfall; a curse brought on by her chosen deity who she pledged her life to.

“No one knows,” Tav says as she catches on, though wary to say the wrong thing. “And you didn’t do this.”

“You said you’re from the city. Do you have family waiting for you? Friends?”

“Mmm. No. My parents died when I was very young.” Tav starts to work cleanser through her hair, feeling the urge to give her fidgety hands something to do. “I have a brother, but he hasn’t spoken to me for many years. And I was never one to make friends.”

“I find that hard to believe. You get along well with people. What happened?” The surprise in Shadowheart’s voice brings her relief—she doesn’t know her, doesn’t know what she’s really like. It’s nice to have reassurance that she’s been… a more moral person. Ever since the tadpole happened, things have been different. “You don’t have to share.”

“I’d like to,” Tav answers. “He was my best friend. My only friend, until now. He raised me and took care of me after our parents died, did his best to keep the roof over our heads. But there was never enough money. I turned to petty theft—food, little shiny things I wanted, whatever I could get… that’s how it started.”

She looks away, losing the nerve to speak, hands furiously scrubbing her scalp. The void left behind by her brother will never be filled, and every time she thinks she’s ready to talk about it, she’s mistaken. Some part of her still holds onto hope that he’ll be there when they get back to the city, waiting, in their old place. But that was unlikely—he left years ago.

What’s left unspoken is known between them. Mizora and Wyll talked enough for a lifetime about the terms of his pact, but Tav never said a word, and she’s sure everyone has wondered. Wyll seemed hurt that she didn’t want to share when he’d finally asked her about it the night they shared a dance together.

“How are things… with you and Astarion?” Shadowheart is an expert at changing the subject to another equally as unfavorable, but Tav can’t fault her for it—it’s nice to know she’s interested, that she cares. Though it’ll take time for Tav to grow accustomed to having others to lean on.

“There’s nothing with us. Not anymore,” Tav says, short and sharp. It was my choice, she reminds herself. It’s for the best.

“You still hold on to his coat,” Shadowheart notes, eyes darting to the chair Tav had slung the coat over.

She has a point. Not one Tav cares to think about or admit to, yet she finds herself wondering, does he still think of me? Does he regret sending me away?

“How is he?”

When they travel together, things always feel off, and he’s maybe a bit less talkative, but he still seems to be… himself?

“Quiet,” answers Shadowheart. “It’s different when you aren’t around. It’s odd.”

Only for a moment, Tav feels a strange sort of guilt for a reason she can’t understand. What has she done that she should feel bad over? Still, it pains her heart to know that it’s noticeable to everyone else, too. And not only that, he’s even quieter when she’s not around.

It’s what’s left unspoken that bothers her most.

Tav finds him outside, sitting at the edge of the land behind the inn, watching the water. The brilliance of the moon’s reflection on the water is its own lovely little beacon of hope in such otherwise grim scenery, even beautiful where it’s faded beyond Isobel’s shield of protection.

“Astarion,” she says, voice low and apprehensive as she questions whether she’s ready to talk to him at all. “I brought your coat back.”

“You should keep it.”

“Ah. But you’ve put so much work into it.” She turns and looks it over in her hands, following the threads he’s embroidered. “I couldn’t. I see your hard work in it. The holes you’ve patched, the words you’ve sewn into it.”

So she’s been examining it. With little options for how to spend his free time, he’d honed this craft; two centuries of pokes, threaded needles, and many late nights patching holes. Up close, she can tell which threads are old and which are new and reads their patterns like stories. Some are more clumsily stitched and irregularly spaced, others are precise and refined, with the thread still shiny and new.

Tav sits beside him on the rocks, handing over the coat. It stings in her hands to do it, but she has to, she can’t hold onto it forever.

“I’ll miss seeing you in it. You breathe such life into it.”

“Just let me down easy, Astarion, alright?”

“‘Let you down’? You made it clear whatever was going on, isn’t anymore.” Astarion shrugs, though in truth, he hadn’t expected her to challenge him on it. It’s only natural for him to flirt with her—with anyone, really, and unlearning this would be a process he doesn’t know how to start.

“I did,” she says. “I didn’t want to, you know.” She pauses to breathe before continuing, letting all the pent up anger and sadness rule her. “You may remember, you called me cruel for not laying with you, back at the grove. Then you won me over with your infuriating and inexplicable way with words. I let you have me, and you just left. Do you know how embarrassing that was? I scrambled to put my clothes on and regain any minuscule shred of dignity I may have had left.”

“Tav—”

“No! This matters. Listen to me.” Against her words, she waits to give him an opening to change his mind about this and object or walk away, but it doesn’t come. He stays. He listens. “Despite that, I came back to you. You had it right, I was left wanting. By you. And you told me to leave. Thatwas cruel. You’re not the first lover to hurt me and you won’t be the last. I’m a dumb, foolish girl who never learns her lesson.”

“Tav,” he repeats with a soft tone; not of objection, but a gentle appeal.

“Don’t. I think I might hate you.”

“As you should,” he says. “Now turn around. Give me your arm.”

Tav obeys, feeling that same foolish girl, allowing him to do what he wants with her yet another time. She turns her back and lets him guide her through the armholes of his coat, catching her in his web once again. It would be a lie to say the coat didn’t bring her comfort, she’d grown used to wearing it after so many weeks, but it’s her own lack of authority that pesters her.

“Say you’re sorry,” she demands, still facing away.

“Sorry,” he says, plainly, so notably unlike him. There’s no hint of sarcasm in his voice, no lead-up to a joke or shameless flirting. A simple apology. She can hardly grasp the fact that he’d given her what she asked for so easily.

“Fine,” Tav replies with a scoff, turning back around and watching the water gently stir. She wanted more than a sorry, but he’d caved near instantly, and that’s worth a lot on its own. For as long as they’d been traveling together, he wasn’t one to relent without a fight about anything.

Astarion looks at her—really looks at her—and her hair is down, dripping wet; it’s an intoxicating sight. She so rarely wears it free that it’s a treat to see it like this. He finds himself oddly mesmerized by the little drops of water beading at the strands’ ends, watching them collect and drip to the ground.

“I left you wanting?” he prods, not taking his eyes off her. He breathes in all of her features; he notices how long her hair has grown, how the light blue of the moon reflects on her nose, how her eyebrows slump together and make her expression look so, so sad all by themselves.

He’s more than aware of the effect he has on her, she can’t cover up how her body reacts to him if she tried. And is it really a surprise? He’s always known his own beauty and spent 200 years charming people. She’s only different because she rejects his trained motions and phrases, and keeps coming back for more. She wants to be treated like she’s special.

Astarion’s long since admitted to himself she is, but what is there to do about it? What is it he’s trying to glean from her, poking her about what she said, when he already decided he couldn’t lay with her? That’s all he knows and has ever known. Life before Cazador is a black hole where the memories should be.

Tav can feel the heat of his stare searing through her, flustered. How he makes her question her every thought and movement, reverting her demeanor to that of an awkward adolescent. Her resolve falters and she turns to gaze back at him, surprised by what she sees. In place of his typical impossible to read face, he almost looks somber.

“You did,” she answers, killing the silence, though neither of them can muster up more conversation. “I think… I think I’m going to bed. Have a good evening, Astarion.”

It’s a relief, her walking away this time by her own accord, and not fueled with fire. She saw more of him just then than he wants anyone to; possibly more than even he has seen.

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