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steddieas-shegoes · 1 year

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It’s not that Steve didn’t want a tattoo.

He’d wanted one for years. Just something to piss off his parents the way they pissed him off constantly.

Asking when he’d find a girlfriend (he wouldn’t, he’s gay), when he’d find a better job (he liked his job as a guidance counselor), when he’d move out of the tiny apartment he shared with that girl who couldn’t give them grandchildren (Robin gagged at the mere thought of any of that).

But Robin promised she’d go with him when he made this appointment a month ago and she’d just cancelled at the last minute. Something about a work emergency.

She didn’t have a work emergency. She worked at a Starbucks.

He knew what she was doing. It’s what she always did.

“I just wanna get you out of your shell! People should see the Steve that I see!”

Robin did get a different version of Steve, one that didn’t feel like he had to hide his surprisingly bubbly personality. His students got a calm, kind counselor. But everyone else?

They’d be lucky to get a smile during a conversation.

He wasn’t, like, an asshole.

He just had asshole tendencies.

Robin called him her Oscar The Grouch.

He allowed it because deep down, he knew it was true.

And now he was even MORE grumpy because he had to get this tattoo alone. In a place he’d almost certainly be the outcast in his glasses and business casual attire. With people judging him for not already having tattoos and piercings at the age of 27.

Robin owed him.

When he walked into the shop, he was surprised to hear classic rock instead of heavy metal. The front counter was covered in pictures of bands Steve didn’t know, tattoos he would never get, and signs that had enough vulgar words to fill up the swear jar he kept in the apartment for shits and giggles.

Nervous was an understatement.

A head popped around the corner, bright smile lighting up the face of a man who looked like he belonged here.

“Be right there!”

Steve didn’t bother to say anything because as soon as he started to respond, the head was gone.

He frowned, but figured the guy might be with another client and he was pretty sure they had rules about touching things with their gloves on. At least, he hoped they did.

He stared down at the picture on his phone.

It was small, simple. Something he wouldn’t even have to cover up at work.

One of his students drew it for him last year when he’d missed some work because of the flu. He’d only missed two days, but because he so rarely missed, his regulars were pretty worried about him.

His regulars being three students who sat with him during their lunch period to avoid bullies.

It was a sun, with beautiful yellows and oranges combining into a near perfect circle, small lines randomly jutting out and fading into nothing.

It was beautiful art.

And he was getting it permanently etched onto his body.

He loved his students, what could he say?

The head popped back around the corner, interrupting his thoughts again.

“Sorry for the wait. I had a customer on the phone. How can I help ya?”

“Steve Harrington. Here for a 6:00 appointment?”

The guy beamed at him, nodding along.

“Perfect! You said you already knew what you wanted?”

Steve held up his phone to show this still nameless guy the picture.

“You want the colors like that?”

“If you can.”

“If I can, he says! Of course I can! This is really nice. Did you make this?”

Steve snorted, but he wasn’t that amused. This guy was like a ball of energy and Steve was already exhausted.

“No. One of my students did.”

“Oh, are you a teacher?”

“Guidance counselor.”

“That’s cool! So you, like, make sure the youths of today are on the right path? Keep them interested in the right things?”

Steve blinked at this man.

“I guess, yeah. So can we uh, get started…”

“Oh shit! I always forget to introduce myself to the newbies. Eddie.” He held out his hand towards Steve to shake. Steve stared down at it for a moment, knowing his face was doing that judgy thing Robin always warned him about, but not being able to stop it. “Not a handshake guy?”

Steve cleared his throat, finally reaching his hand up to shake Eddie’s.

The rings on Eddie’s fingers were cold against his own, his grip was strong but not the type of string that made Steve uncomfortable.

Eddie was smiling at him. He never stopped smiling, this guy.

It was kind of…cute. Steve would never admit it to anyone, but the way Eddie just seemed genuinely happy was really doing it for him.

That was annoying.

When he finally remember to let go, Eddie was already turning around to grab a piece of paper from the shelf behind him.

“I’m just gonna have you send that to this email,” he pointed to the contact info on the piece of paper he’d grabbed. “And I’ll get it printed on transfer paper so we can get started.”

Steve nodded and sent the picture as requested.

He ignored the shaking of his hands. It wasn’t a big deal. It’s just a tattoo. Most adults have them. Robin had four. Eddie here seemed to have hundreds.

Eddie must have noticed his visible anxiety. He felt Eddie’s hand on his arm, squeezing gently.

“First tattoo?”

“Is it that obvious?”

“Nah. I’ve just done a lot of first tattoos.” Eddie pulled up the picture on his own phone while he spoke. “I promise it’ll be easier than you’re thinking.”

“I’m not worried about the pain.”

Eddie glanced up at him quickly, then back down at the phone in his hand.

“It’s just permanent, ya know?”

Eddie let out a laugh and held up both of his arms, fully covered in tattoos.

“I know. That’s what’s great. Nothing in life is permanent, but these are. Even when you’re long gone, these will still be on your body.”

Steve hadn’t thought about it like that.

Permanence was something he’d always struggled with. It’s why he was so standoffish according to the two therapists he’d tried talking to. His parents had never given him an idea of what someone staying around was like, his friendships all ended when he realized he wanted to be a better person than they were capable of being, and his only serious relationship ended when he was ready for marriage and she wasn’t.

He’d been through a lot of personal growth since then, most of it thanks to Robin and some experiences at the gay clubs she took him to, and now he felt better about who he was.

He just didn’t think anyone or anything would stick around.

Robin was proving she might, but only time would tell. Plenty of time for Steve to fuck it up.

“You can still back out, man. I won’t charge you the cancellation fee or anything.”

Oh, how nice. Eddie thought he was a wimp and wasn’t even gonna follow his own policy to let him back out.

That’s shameful. He was ashamed.

“Not backing out.”

He folded his arms in front of his chest, trying to tone down the glare he could feel on his own face.

Eddie threw his hands up as he waited for the printer to finish.

“Alright. Just letting you have an out.”

Eddie looked over the few copies he’d printed, all slightly different sizes, and then lined them up on the counter facing Steve.

“What size were you thinking? Where’s this going?”

Steve pointed to the middle one, barely an inch wide.

“I was thinking my wrist?”

Eddie smiled at him.

“Sounds good, sunshine.”

Oh. That was not good.

That little thing his stomach just did?

Nope. Not good at all.

Eddie walked around the counter and gestured for Steve to follow him around the corner.

Steve found himself in awe of the room he was walking into.

He’d never seen such variety in anything. Some of it resembled the front counter, but there was also a Bob Marley poster, a rainbow flag, a whole wall of funny bumper stickers, and graffiti along the ceiling.

It was certainly a lot for the eyes to take in.

Steve kind of loved it.

He even let out a smile.

He quickly hid it away again when he heard Eddie hit his hand against the chair.

“Got it all clean already for ya. Just take a seat and get comfy.” Eddie reached over grab some gloves from a shelf before he sat in front of Steve. “Gonna put this on you first. Make sure the placement is good. Then I’ll shave that area and get all my stuff ready to go. The tattoo itself probably won’t take more than an hour, and most of that will be shading these beautiful colors. Need anything before we get started? Water? Bathroom? Snack?”

Steve’s head was spinning.

Eddie’s energy was relentless, and he had a smile on his face the entire time.

Steve couldn’t help smiling back at him.

“I’m good. Thanks.”

Eddie nodded and started humming along to the song playing over the speakers.

He went through everything quickly, but still took his time explaining everything. Steve was kind of grateful he didn’t have to sit in silence; His brain wasn’t his friend when there was silence.

“Alright, sunshine. If you’re good, I’m good.”

Steve felt his face heat up, blush spreading from his cheeks to his neck.

“I’m good.”

And then he started.

It was sharp, the needles carving ink into his skin causing a new sensation up his entire arm. But it was also…good?

He’d expected it to be painful, maybe even go numb. He hadn’t expected the pain to feel like this.

He lost focus. Everything felt distant and blurry, but in a sleepy way, not in a pass out way. Steve felt himself smiling slightly, but didn’t have the energy to stop it.

He was watching Eddie work, but wasn’t really seeing anything beyond the way his fingers splayed his skin tight and the tattoo gun left ink behind.

His eyes closed at some point, but he wasn’t asleep, the faint buzz of the tattoo gun keeping him present enough to stay awake.

“Hey, sunshine. Doing alright?”

“Hm?”

He tried to focus in on Eddie’s face. Eddie was very close. He was holding his wrist.

Steve was still here.

“Need a break?”

“No. I’m good.”

Eddie chuckled. “I’d say so.”

He continued, and Steve let his mind wander again. It was nice to drift. He’d never felt this relaxed before, not even during the massage Robin got him for his birthday last year.

“Alright, sunshine. You’re done.”

Steve looked down at the tattoo now covering his wrist.

It was beautiful, even better than the picture.

He started to cry.

If he wasn’t so far gone, he’d probably be embarrassed or angry about it, but surely other people had cried after a tattoo before. Maybe Eddie would just ignore it.

“Oh, sweetheart. Do you not like it?”

“No. I love it.” Steve took a shaky breath, then another. “It’s beautiful. Thank you.”

Eddie was rubbing his back and smiling sadly down at him.

“I’m glad you love it. I just have to wrap it up and go over some care instructions, okay?”

“Okay.”

Steve was never this vulnerable, not even with Robin. He was pretty sure she’d only actually seen him cry once when a student moved away.

His whole thing was that he didn’t show emotions. His job required it to an extent, though he was always caring to his students, giving them smiles when they came in to make them feel welcome.

But here he was smiling and crying to a stranger over a tattoo.

“Sunshine?”

“Yeah?”

“Got you some water. I need you to look at me while I go over the instructions okay?”

“Okay.”

He felt himself coming back down to earth as he looked at Eddie, a soft smile making Steve focus in on his mouth.

“That’s good. Keep this wrapped for four hours at least and longer if you’ll be outside. When you take it off, make sure you wash it with antibacterial soap gently and then use moisturizing lotion, unscented is best. If you need some, I can give you some. Make sure to keep it moisturized over the next week. It’ll peel a little, that’s normal, but if you see anything that’s a lot of color falling out or something, come see me and I can fix it. No long exposure to direct sunlight for at least 4 weeks, and use sunscreen on it if you think you will be.” He took a breath and smirked. “Got it?”

“Um.”

He handed over a paper with a laugh.

“It’s all right here. I just needed you to come back down from space. Drink your water and relax for a minute. I’ll go get the card reader.”

Steve did as he was told, enjoying the way the ice cold water helped him focus back in on his surroundings.

With the focus came the grumpiness. He was crashing from his adrenaline high, and his first instinct was to pout.

He didn’t think he was visibly doing so until he heard Eddie snort from a few feet away.

“Welcome back. Sorry to burst your bubble. If I didn’t have another client in 20 minutes, I’d probably have let you stay there for a bit. Seems like you needed it.”

“I. What do you mean? I was just zoned out.”

Eddie froze where he was typing something into his phone.

“Have you never…? Oh. Jesus Christ. Okay. Well. I don’t.” He looked genuinely concerned about what to do. “Okay. I don’t feel comfortable letting you be alone yet. Do you have someone you live with or who can hang out for a bit?”

“My roommate had a work emergency or she’d be here.”

Steve’s arms were crossed again, but the pull of the wrap around his wrist reminded him of the dull ache he was still experiencing. It made him shiver, but he couldn’t explain why.

“Okay. Can you stick around for a bit? I’ve got an office with a couch in the back.”

“Are you gonna tell me why?”

“Ever heard of sub space?”

“Like…the kinky thing?”

Eddie facepalmed.

“Yeah. Like the kinky thing.”

“I mean, I’ve heard of it. Why?”

“You just spent the last hour in it.”

Steve was usually pretty good at keeping a pretty stoic face, but his jaw dropped.

“No I didn’t.”

“Sunshine, you were gone. I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone that deep from a tattoo before.”

“If this is just a way to get me alone in your office or something…”

“Steve. I know you don’t know me, but I would never do that. If I wanted to get you alone, I’d just ask you.”

“I’m sure I’d say no.”

“Exactly. So you’ll stay so I can keep an eye on you?”

Steve shrugged. He didn’t have anything else to do and Robin wouldn’t be home for hours.

“I guess.”

Eddie’s eyes were practically glittering.

“Good. Go lay down, sunshine. I’ll bring you more water in a minute.”

So despite Steve having no idea what just happened, and barely any idea who Eddie even was beyond a talented tattoo artist, he made his way to the office and curled up on the couch.

Pout firmly in place because he was still Steve, after all.

Chapter 2 / Chapter 3

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #ao3fic #tumblr drabbles #headcanon #my fic #tattoo artist eddie munson #first time tattoo Steve Harrington #grumpy Steve Harrington #sunshine Eddie Munson #grumpy sunshine trope #see how I made Eddie sunshine but his nickname for Steve is sunshine #see what I did there #if you want this to be like a whole THING let me know #because I kind of want it to be #accidental subspace Steve Harrington

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ganondoodle · 1 month

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its still rough but as far as im gonna get for now, cant decide on the tentacle colors still nkfdnvkdfn

possible name for lad is Pan or Paktolos (just bc .. reference to midas legend even if this midas got nothing to do with it; oh yeah, a bonus midas sketch .. he needs a proper redesign too)

tentacle lad may look mean here (i genuinely dont know why i drew him like that) but hes a big sappy softie, even carries a picture of midas in a locket around- next to the demon teeth hes collected he doesnt leave the island much anymore and mostly manages everything on it, his people call him by royal titles sometimes bc hes been a very competent leadership figure but he doesnt put value in any titles-

he rescued midas from the demon hunters that kidnapped him years ago to bring one of the biggest and most influencial empires to collapse after his older sister, who was the empress, was unexpectedly dying- midas being the next in line the empire doesnt really exist anymore at this point, midas now leading missions around the island instead, or going around keeping up to date with politics and tensions since his husband (tentacle lad) and his people are of a kind that is largely being kept a secret and would be a target for demon hunters as well, despite them not being demons (they look monstrous but are more based on animals, are native to earth, cannot change form, age only somewhat slower than humans and have no control over any elemental magic more than a very skilled human can have- which is basically not even noticable and usually gets passed off as 'talent' in the way a skilled sailor can feel the approaching weather in the wind)

#ganondoodles #art #character design #oc #original character #anthro #??#idk #calling them a furry always feels kinda weird bc they got no fur!!#but labeling them as scalies or whatever doesnt do it either #so anthro it is i guess #or .. just monsters #even thought they are less monstrous than demons #anyway #here i go rambling on about ocs lol #it is way too late #happy to answer asks about ocs even if post very little about them all there is .... so much lore #if you think destiny has alot of lore oh boi you dont know my original projects #(ill TRY to answer anything ........... i know i suck at that ..... i still cherish it)

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quibbs126 · 6 months

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So a couple of days ago, I decided “you know what? I might as well try my hand at human designs for the Cookies”. Granted I only did the bust because I’m lazy. But yeah that’s what this is

And in addition to that because I thought it’d be fun, I gave myself a rule that the characters can only have natural skin, hair and eye colors, unless their character would make relative sense to have dyed hair or colored contacts, as you can see with Princess and Wildberry

I drew Dark Choco and Dark Cacao first since they’re my hyperfixations, they should be the first ones I draw. And then I drew the Hollyberry family because with their pink and blue hair, I thought it’d be fun to try and change them. But after I finished them, I didn’t know who else to put nor did I have a lot of room, so I just left it at them

I’m just gonna list random things about the designs now

I’m not entirely sure where Dark Choco and Cacao’s streaks come from, but I couldn’t just get rid of them. For Dark Choco, I’d say either dye or stress, and for Dark Cacao, either stress or age (though given he’s had them streaks since a young age, stress is probably the more likely option)

I gave Dark Cacao grey eyes, but maybe I should have gone with black instead. Probably more realistic. And for that matter dark eyes probably would have been the better option for Wildberry too. Hm

I admit, I probably should have gone with a lighter red for Hollyberry, Royal Berry and Princess’s hair, but I gave them that shade since I thought Hollyberry would look good with dark red hair

I really didn’t want to draw Hollyberry’s hair, it was a pain. I’d much rather draw it down, but the updo is more accurate to her, so eh

Royal Berry looks like a barber to me

I made Jungleberry and Tiger Lily’s hair black because I feel like it’s a thing for blue to be a substitute for black, like in older movies and such, so I did it the other way around, and also it wouldn’t make sense for either of them to have dyed hair

This was my first time drawing Jungleberry and I quite liked drawing her

Drawing Princess here was what finally got me to understand just what her hairstyle is supposed to be. I know I’ve seen it before, I think in Berserk, but I don’t remember who had it so I can’t show you a picture of what I mean. But I get how her hair works now

Speaking of her hair, I admit, I took liberties with making her hair curly, especially since no one else in her family has visibly curly hair, but to be honest I think I did that because I have dark red coily hair that’s also curly. So I was probably just taking reference from myself. I also share dark brown eyes, but I have no trace of her melanin, I am very pale

I made the red/pink eyes brown since I figured those were the closest colors and a good translation, but I ran into a problem when I realized Jungleberry already has brown eyes. So just shh there, ignore it

I don’t know how dreads work I apologize

In my head Wildberry dyes his hair red because that’s Hollyberry’s hair color, hence why it’s red and not pink

And I think that’s about it. I’ll probably do more of these since this was fun, but I don’t know when or who I’ll do next

#cookie run #cookie run kingdom #dark choco cookie #dark cacao cookie #hollyberry cookie #royal berry cookie #jungleberry cookie #princess cookie #tiger lily cookie #wildberry cookie #my art #human cookies

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 1 month

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AITA for my fanart and how I responded to someone's negative reaction of it?

Okay so some background to start. I'm (genderfluid, 18+) in a fandom that was originally a book and got a live action adaptation several years ago. The adaption is MUCH more popular than the book series and honestly very different from it (a lot of characters have different backstories, the main character doesn't have a brother in the adaption, and ages were changed) but very few people have read the book series. (Admittedly, the fandom is not very big. It's actually the smallest one I'm in, which means I'm kinda limited in the number of people to interact with) Anyways! I'm in a discord (it's 18+ tho I don't know the actual ages of anyone else involved) for this fandom and although they promote themselves as being for both book and adaptation fans, according to the roles I am one of five people of the 40+ people in the server who have read the books, so that's not a lot.

Now, for Valentine's day I made fanart of the main couple, the mc and his wife (they get married in the series. In the books they are already together in the beginning but the adaption wanted drama and decided to not have them be together in the beginning. One of the changes that I very much do not like.) They're the most popular ship in the fandom. I love them. Anyways, I shared it in the Discord for Valentines and did not get a nice reaction.

See, in the books, both characters are white, but in the adaptation the wife is black. (The mc looks different in the adaptation too, shorter and with different hair and eye color, but he's still white) I drew the book version, because that's what I like. They're my blorbos.

Another person in the server took MY art and recolored it so that the wife was black and posted it in the server with a comment about whitewashing characters of color. I told them that I didn't whitewash her and that it was really fucking rude to edit someone else's fanart. They replied that she was black, I was racist, and posted a screenshot of a Google search asking the race of the actress who plays the wife in the adaptation. I replied with a screenshot of the her books' fanwiki page and said that my fanart was of the books and if they wanted fanart of the adaptation they could make it themself. They asked how they were supposed to know it was from the books since nobody read them and they were shit. I replied that they could realize the mc AND his wife looked different, that I read the books, and they were better than the adaptation, and how would they know if the books were shit since they obviously hadn't read them?

Anyways then the mods stepped in and made us break it up. One of the mods (the only one to have read the books) dmed me and told me that they understood my frustration and that another mod was talking to the person I had been fighting with about respecting other people's work but I needed to understand that assuming I was racist and whitewashing wasn't going to be uncommon since the books weren't as popular as the adaptation and I needed to be respectful when people confronted me with this. I replied that if the other person had confronted me directly and not just assumed the worst and edited my work I would have been more respectful. The mod agreed that the other person was out of line, but the whole thing seemed to be one giant misunderstanding so neither of us were getting strikes against us this time.

Anyways, the mods added some rules about not editing people's work and a thing in the announcements channel explaining the differences between the books and the adaptation but everything in the server has been really tense especially since people in the server started vague posting on Tumblr, some people favoring me others favoring the other person. I blocked the person I fought with on Tumblr but neither them nor I were involved in the vague posting.

(also idk if it matters but I'm white, idk the ethnicity of of anyone else involved)

So! Tell me, AITA?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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scarletslippers · 9 months

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Why I'm Okay with Nancy/Tristan Having a "Soulmate" Connection and What That Means for Nace

Okay, this is going to be less of a theory explanation than a deep dive into the most prevalent (?) theory I've read/the theory I subscribe to, and why I think it's going to play out in an amazing and satisfying way for our beloved star-crossed lovers.

First, the theory: Tristan is the Sin Eater, destined to reincarnate throughout time and consume the sins of Horseshoe Bay. After what we've seen in 4x10 (the *spark*, "We've walked this path many times before.", "It was like he knew you."), it seems Nancy is some kind of light-energy-Sin Eater-counterpart. An Angel of Truth, perhaps? It seems she is also destined to reincarnate throughout eternity in order to reveal the truths of Horseshoe Bay.

Why I love this theory: Nancy is passionate about finding out the truth and has a dedication to honesty. It's ingrained in her from a young age, and plays a huge role in why she solves mysteries and how she navigates her relationships. She solved the biggest mystery of all (her own heritage) by "always seeking out the truth, even when it hurts.” Just like Kate taught her. And every single one of her relationships is colored by it—Nick pulling away because she wouldn’t be honest with him. Uncovering that Ace was lying and working for McGinnis. Pushing Bess to reveal her real identity. The list goes on.

We’ve also known Nancy to lie when it’s incredibly important for her—Recanting her testimony and destroying her credibility to save Ace’s life, lying by omission to Ace about the curse to keep him safe.

(also Carson calls Nancy their “better angel” and wow do I love a show that makes things work from 2 seasons ago).

How I think it will play out for Nace: Right now, Nancy seems pretty heavily into this so-called “romantic” connection with Tristan, and Ace seems rather forgotten doesn’t he? She talks about him as an “ex” and that Tristan is an “open and honest” communicator, and a “mature” relationship, implying that those things aren’t/weren’t true about Ace, which we all know is obviously not true.

But we learned that Nancy was the last sinner. Personally, I think (and hope) that Nancy’s confessed sin was about (momentarily) giving up HB in order to have a future with Ace. However, regardless of what the sin is, it’s HIGHLY likely that it is Ace and curse related, and if it’s Ace and curse related that means Nancy’s, and Ace’s (...and the crew’s, and the dads’, and…everyone’s) memories are altered. And you know what? If your memories are altered in some way that makes you forget you are cursed or forget that you love someone, this mystical Sin Eater/Angel of Truth soul spark connection thing is gonna feel pretty darn romantic to you.

So what happens when the truth is revealed? We have two truths to uncover here: Nancy’s sin, and the truth about what she is/her past lives.

Number 1: Revealing Nancy’s sin will help her see her relationships more clearly and remember her relationship with Ace. Remember, “our memories make us who we are and that is worth fighting for.”, and we have seen Nancy fight tooth and nail for Ace this season, every fight/break-up they had about their relationship and the curse being colored by their desperation to be together. When that comes rushing back, it’s going to be a big shift. Nancy tells Ace “That's all you're really left with... just messy, stupid memories that stick around, and... good or bad, you get to make more of them.” Nancy has memories with Ace and she’s going to fight for them. She’s going to fight to make more memories with him.

Number 2: We already see Nancy feel pretty strongly about freeing Tristan from his fate as the Sin Eater, and wanting to stop him from having to be reincarnated forever. When she finds out she’s the same, she’s going to fight to end it for herself too. So much of Nancy’s life has been fated/determined—being a Hudson, learning her life was a lie, being taken in by the Drews (Yes, they choose to raise her but did they really have the option to say no? Come on, it’s Carson and Kate), and now this? And so much of Nancy’s life has been about clinging to normalcy. She just wanted to go to Columbia to get away, to be normal. To have a regular family and regular friends. She didn’t ask to be pulled into a murder case and to hunt down supernatural killers. She didn’t ask to be haunted by Lucy Sable. She didn’t ask to be some supernatural reincarnated truth entity.

Nace is endgame. We know this. And right now the ‘star-crossed lovers’ of it all has taken on a new twist. Once cursed to not be together, we now learn that one of them is reincarnated and the other is not. Unable to even spend eternity together.

(Yes, I have Thoughts and Theories on how Nancy putting Ace’s name in the jar at the Lover’s Vigil may have created some connection here, perhaps forging an eternal/after death bond that wasn’t there before. And I also have Thoughts and Theories about that ‘mystical wedding vibe’ of the curse break attempt in 4x03 and how in a wedding ‘two shall become one’ and maybe now their souls are bonded which could influence everything, but that’s A Whole ‘Nother Post.)

So Nancy is going to choose Ace. Break out of whatever Truth/Sin eternal connection this is and choose Ace. Remember that Carson said “maybe we get more than one [soulmate]”, and he also told Nancy “You control your fate. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.” Maybe Tristan is Nancy’s supernatural soulmate, but Ace is Nancy’s person and she’s going to choose him.

The Naceplications:

Here’s why that’s an incredible thing for Nace, and is going to be an important thing for their character arcs, both individually, and as a couple.

Ace needs to be chosen. Ace struggles with insecurities of feeling lost, without purpose, and being unworthy. So much of Ace's life has been about proving himself—proving to his father he’s not a child and can make adult decisions, proving to McGinnis he’s not a screw up after he got caught hacking that database, proving his worth to Grant even as a brother by helping him, proving to Nancy he’s worth her time and attention by trying to always help her (and only in 4x06 does he realize maybe that’s flawed).

But what he doesn’t realize is he’s always been enough just how he is. Nancy loves him just how he is. She opens up to him about tanking her grades, tells him he’s brilliant when he starts making connections with Charity (actually Hannah) in 3x09, tells him “You never were [lacking].”, or even when she tells him in 4x08 “You really showed up for me, I noticed.” by knowing Kate’s anniversary, giving Nancy the necklace while in his body, supporting her breaking and entering. Those weren’t about doing stuff for her but just being there for her. Him. His presence.

So for Ace to learn she’s some immortal-truth-light-being-thing that’s been reincarnated and has this counterpart connection to the Sin Eater, he's going to think he has no chance against that, right? Of course she’ll choose Tristan. Except Nancy can’t lose him. Nancy is willing to and has risked it all to save him, to be with him, multiple times. He doesn’t think he’s good enough, and yet she chooses him.

Nancy needs to be chosen, too. She feels abandoned by everyone in her life (losing her mom, losing her perceptions of her family/her parents, even losing Lucy to an extent), and she feels that so much is out of her control. Nancy worries that she’s only the worst parts of everyone who came before her, and in light of everything—being a source of light and good, reincarnated throughout time—how much of her life was her choice? Does she solve supernatural mysteries because it’s a connection deep in her bones? In her soul?

She’s prickly and complicated and messy and has walls ten miles high, and she needs someone who will choose her through it all. Ace is that person.

There’s a recurring theme of choice for the two of them across the show. Think about Ace knowing there is a choice beyond something that’s bonded to your soul after his connection with Charity. Think about Ace remaining in Horseshoe Bay and telling Laura “I believe I have a purpose here.” Think about Nancy making the unthinkable choice, but saying “Blind spots, Temperance. I choose this.” Think about Nancy and Ace reading emails that say “I want to be with you. I don’t care what anyone else says.”

Think about Nancy, an Angel of Truth, tied eternally to a Sin Eater, choosing a mortal life. Choosing to be with the man she loves.

Think about her turning away from eternal reincarnation and saying “I face the mystery of this journey with courage because it is with you.” “In this world that tries to silence me the most dangerous words I can speak are that I love you.”

Think about how “it’s always been about love” and Nancy is choosing who she loves, not who she’s connected to through fate.

Love is an action, and love is a choice. Love is putting someone else’s needs first and choosing that person over and over. And really, someone that chooses you is far more romantic than a predestined soulmate anyway.

#nace #nancy drew cw #nancy drew spoilers #cw nancy drew #nancy and ace #nancy drew meta #i need a meta tag #my meta #scarletslippers posts #it’s about CHOICE. it’s about FREE WILL. it’s about CHOOSING WHO YOU LOVE

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whirld-of-color · 11 months

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as purple sat down on the train, he looked around and realized that everything was... wrong.

the light glanced off the metal at all the wrong angles. everything was fluorescent bright and yet dark. it was the middle of the day, and yet nobody was on the train, which shrieked and hummed a too-quiet tone.

as the train sped along the track, purple sat with a rising unease, before all at once the lights flickered, and with a click, went out

as purple was left in the darkness

now, there was a rising coppery scent, and the air grew suffocating as he rode in the tunnel alone. he glanced out the window, and found that the subway tunnel was a claustrophobic dark crimson, wet and glistening, smearing gristle and gore onto the windows as the train continued onwards.

he looked at the ticket he was holding, and found it strange, twisted, and wet with the sound of buzzing flies. it was too dark to discern the letters.

a wet thumping echoed throughout the room, as the drone of the train drew louder, as the walls shook harder, and as the tunnel drew itself in closer to the windows, as-

as a light came on,

and purple saw a person,

sat just a few seats down from purple

they were a hyperbolic orange, with a strange weight to their lines. they

seemed heavy, like they were fixed in place even as the train moved. and their face was...

gone. empty. as if it has been eaten.

even hollowheads still had faces

a bright green light was cupped in their hands, as they turned to meet purple's gaze

You know, you won't succeed.

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masterpost

hyperbolic orange is a color that... doesn't exist exactly. but it's a real thing!! more orange than orange can be.

the last image in this post is actually from something i posted ages ago, because there's nothing i love doing more than sticking things i made months ago into this au like it's a fucked up puzzle

#animation vs minecraft #alan becker #animator vs animation #avm purple #ava the second coming #avm the second coming #wishing well au #original posting

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crookedteethed · 2 months

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STORM’S be heavy soon (1) Billy the kid

Pairing: Billy the kid x Rich girl reader

Summary: Billy is hired to be the bratty Y/N Bristow guard on a five-day trip to Macon, GA; who knows what may happen on the long trail?

WARNINGS: Original characters, Cursing, reader's last name is "Bristow", mentions of guns, gun usage, reader is snotty, Eventual smut , (gonna add more warnings as I go)

Authors note: Typically I don't write for this show, but this idea popped into my head a few nights ago. Also, I haven't watched this show in months, so I'm just going off my imagination/what I remember. Enjoy!! <3

Word count: 2k

Divider cred → @saradika-graphics

New Mexico, 1881

On Ovid Bristow's hand-crafted cherry wood desk lies the sand color sack of silver dollar coins he'd just offered Billy.

The sack had been plopped on the desk and sat there untouched for a whopping two minutes, two minutes in which Billy been debating if he should take Bristow's offer.

Surely, Billy wanted the money. He could use a new rifle--ou--two new rifles, afford a new pair of boots, and maybe even a new horse--a quarter horse since quarter horses were the best for ridin'.

However, Billy had a sinking suspicion of immorality towards Ovid Bristow a sinking suspicion that boils in the pits of his stomach whenever he sees the aging, gray haired man with a deceitful smile on his face (Billy always smiles back, though). A sinking suspicion that's been brewing in his stomach for a while now.

But to mention this "sinking suspicion" Billy had wasn't suspicion at all; everyone knew Ovid Bristow was cruel; Bristow himself knew he was a cruel man, so he couldn't blame his wrongdoing on his ignorance.

It was just last week Billy had been playing cards with Ovid, along with several other aging gray-haired potbelly men, inside Ovid's new Saloon and Brothel (it used to be the old church house, but Ovid paid the church house's landlord twice as much as Pastor David did to own the building.)

Normando something (Billy had forgotten the man's last name, but it doesn't matter now since he's dead.) claimed he won the game, showing all the men his hand. A royal flush, he had one 10, one Jack, one King, one Queen, and an ace of spades.

Poor Normando; if he hadn't been smiling so hard and gloating about his win, he would've seen it when Ovid drew the gun from his holster. And then that was the end of Normando something, shot in the head by a colt revolver. Ovid said Normando had been cheating; he saw the stash of cards underneath the table.

No one doubted this, as you don't want to provoke the man with a gun in his hand.

In the present moment, Billy thought of this: how cold Ovid had been to murder someone over a card game (a card game?!). Billy imagined what Ovid would do to him--how worse his punishment would be if he: "Lost sight or let anything happen to his darlin'."

And that's where Billy resides in the place of dubiety.

"What? Did ole' Ovid Bristow scare you?" Bristow laughs, a flock of seagull-type laugh; when Billy doesn't join in on the laughter, Ovid suddenly becomes serious.

"Look," Bristow says, standing up from his desk, now face to face with Billy. "I'll give you some more money if that makes you feel any better."

He goes into his left breast jacket pocket, pulling out a rolled-up wad of cash. Bristow tosses the wad of money onto the sack of coins.

"1,500 in total." He says. "It's all there, you can count it."

As callous Ovid been, Billy knew he wasn't a liar. He believed that the sack of coins and the wad of cash had amounted to 1,500.

Billy stayed silent, as silence is the loudest response.

"C'mon, Billy, I wouldn't be asking this of you if I didn't trust you, you're one of the only men I trust, let alone trust you being around my darlin'."

Ovid sits on the edge of his desk with disdain, his stare not particularly on Billy but just above Billy's head.

"I see how those bastards look at my little Y/n at the Saloon, they look at her like she's one of those harlots at the whore house." He spats. "How I wish I can put a bullet through every one of those no good lookers head."

Ovid stands to his feet again.

"But you Billy, you don't stare at my daughter like she's a piece of meat, to you Billy my daughter ceases to exist. I like that about you."

Billy seemed calmed on the outside, but in the inside, he heard the bells ringing in his head.

Of course he looked at you, every man looked at you when you walked by. You were enchanting, the most beautiful woman Billy had ever saw.

Billy did most of his staring when you or your father hadn't been looking. Most of his staring had been from the corner of his eyes or below his hat.

The first thing Billy noticed about you was your bright eyes. They were a pretty shade of (your eye color) that matched your pretty crimson-colored lips and rosy cheeks. You were light on the makeup, which Billy had liked. You'd done your makeup in a way that almost seemed like you weren't wearing makeup at all; Billy liked that about you too. He also liked your elegant collarbones that sat right before your cleavage.

What Billy liked the most about you was that you were educated. You were going to college soon, the first woman Billy had known to do something like that--hell, the first person.

But if it weren't for you getting accepted into Wesleyan College in Macon, GA, Billy wouldn't have been asked to escort you there.

"It's only a week there and week back." Ovid told him at the beginning of the conversation; then Billy had his mindset that he wouldn't take you.

But now, thinking about you--thinking about anyone but himself taking you to Georgia, one of those no-good lookers Ovid described somewhat infuriated Billy.

What if one of them were to take advantage you? Or try to harm you? What if one of them were to kidnap you, take you to one of the many enemies Ovid Bristow have made and hold you for ransom?

Ovid had said it himself, he trusted Billy, so if the job was to be done, Billy was the one to do it.

So as Billy left Ovid Bristow's office, he had the 1,500 stuffed down in his pockets.

Walking Billy to the door, Ovid had his arm snaked around Billy's neck, with a wide smile on his face.

"I knew you wouldn't let ole' Ovid down." He says. Ovid then instructs Billy to arrive at his manor tomorrow by a quarter till seven and pack lightly, as the rest of the wagon is reserved for his "sweet darlin'. "

Leaving Ovid's office, Billy thought he might've seen you inside the waiting room, but it was just that harlot--the one that works at the Brothel that looks like you.

It was 6:45--a quarter till seven when Billy arrived at the Bristow's manor.

Ovid Bristow's riches had been by pure luck. He used to work in the fields, digging holes to plant crops, and one day, he accidentally struck oil. The best kind of accident that could happen to a man.

Ovid Bristow was the Rockefeller of New Mexico.

Approaching the manor, Billy was greeted by a heap of men and women, all housekeepers, butlers, maids, and landscapers, all of whom had been waiting to give Y/n Bristow a farewell. Plus there been a marching band of all men standing at ease.

He didn't know if he could go inside the manor to tell Ovid he'd been here right at a quarter till seven and was lightly packed, because the doors had been locked shut.

So Billy waited with the rest of them, alongside the coachmen who was to take you and him to Georgia. He slips his sack into the back of the wagon.

"Warner." The man introduces himself as, he was a fellow old enough to be Billy's grandfather, Billy questioned Warner's ability to ride for five days straight day and night.

Your entrance was rather grand, ostentatious.

As soon as the white and gold doors flung open, the marching band began to blow their trumpets and bang their drums.

You stood in the doorway, a demure smile on your face, until the marching band's song (which sounded like a bunch of commotion) ended.

"Farewell, my good people, as this is yours truly last day on Bristow's Manor." You spoke dramatically. "Goodbye Nettie, I'll never forget that day you yelled at me for breaking that vase, and then I nearly gotten you fired for raising your voice at me." You waved to an older woman in a maid's uniform, who looked like she was suppressing an eye roll. "Goodbye housekeepers, whom I've never learned the names of, Goodbye Landscapers who kept planting thorn bushes even after I pricked my finger on one when I was five, Goodbye…"

As you continued saying your goodbyes the word "Shallow" was on the tip of Billy's tongue, but he hadn't want to make his judgement. Though he saw you around town, normally accompanied by your father, he hadn't spoken to you yet.

He'd been too scared he'd get shot or beaten by Ovid for simply saying a "Hello" to you.

Ovid had been beside you as you said your goodbyes, carrying a round pink leather suitcase, presumably yours. Behind the both of you were two butlers carrying the rest of your luggage—ten suitcases in counting, all pink, some round, some rectangular.

"Jesus Christ." Billy mutters to himself.

"Goodbye--" you stop in front of Billy, scanning his face--those dark curls and dark blue eyes--wondering what was his occupation on the manor. He'd look familiar to you, but then again he didn't.

Trashman? The stableman? Daddies assistant? No, he was to ruffian like to be Daddies assistant.

Then you suddenly remember--yes, that's who he is.

"Farewell, stablehand, I don't have any memories of you, but I shall wish you the best of luck cleaning shit for the rest of your life at Daddies stable." You smile.

A scowl had formed on Billy's lip.

That shallow bit-

His thinking is cut off by Ovid's laughter. "My sweet darlin, this isn't the stablehand, this is Billy. Billy here's a gunslinger. I hired him to keep you safe on the trail to Georgia."

You hum, a slight smirk on your lips. You raised your dainty hand to Billy and introduce yourself.

Billy puts his rough hands in your warm, smooth ones. You feel a jolt run through body, you wonder if Billy felt the jolt too.

It wasn't like you didn't know his name now, so Billy just tipped his hat and called you “Misses.”

"Fantastic," Ovid says with a deceiving smile. "Darlin', why don't you make yourself comfortable inside the wagon while Billy and I exchange a few words," Ovid tells you. "And gentlemen, why don't you start loading up darlin's luggage," Ovid instructs the butlers.

As you get onto the wagon (with the help of Warner) and the butlers start loading your things, Ovid pulls Billy to the side by the scruff of his neck.

"Now, remember yesterday I said I trust you, Billy. Darlin's all I got, Billy, it be a shame if something were to happen to her while she's in your care… It be even more of a shame what'll happen to you." Ovid says in a calm voice.

"Promise me that you'll take good care of her during those five days, promise me that Billy."

"I promise, sir." Billy says, looking at you from afar, you yell at the butlers for "manhandling" your "valuables."

Ovid catches Billy staring. "Also, Billy hear this, I know my daughters a pretty girl--she gets her looks from her late mama--god rest her soul, but I swear if you even must lay a finger on her with the intent of lust; I'll have you castrated, you got that boy?"

Billy thought about it , walking around town without his manhood, be known as the man without a cock.

"Y-yes sir." he sweats.

"Good!" Ovid exclaimed, letting Billy go.

"Daddy!" You yelled "I'm not getting any younger here!" You say impatiently.

Then, as you, Billy, and old man Warner left the gates of Bristow Manor, the marching band played another loud commotion. The blaring drums and tubas still ranged in Billy's ears as you all were 2-3 miles down the road.

Billy looked at you, cocking his head--you'd been filing your nails.

A Rose thorn bush, Billy labeled you--so amusing to look at, tempting to touch; when he felt the courage to touch it, he'd realize he gotten pricked and was starting to draw blood.

*I plan on making this a two part series*

#tom blyth #billy the kid smut #billy the kid #billy x reader #old west #fanfiction #fan fic #crookedteethed #billy the kid x y/n #ocs #part 1 #Storms be heavy soon #I only watched billy the kid because of Tom Blyth

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unreliablesnake · 1 year

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My new swag (Joel Miller x reader)

Summary: Joel's ex makes you snap, and it's revealed that you come from a rich family.

Note: This brainrot comes from me reading this amazing chapter of Summer Submission by @elvinaa. I just wanted the reader snap and reveal that she comes from a ridiculously rich family (like Nick in Crazy Rich Asians), making Allison and Sarah shut up at once. Thank you so much for giving me permission to write this!! / The title comes from this song because I've been listening to this on repeat while writing. /Not proofread or edited. I'll die on that hill one day.

Warnings: age gap, no outbreak, rich Joel.

It would have been a blatant lie if you said you weren't nervous. Joel was there by your side, promising a wonderful evening for the two of you, but you knew his ex-wife and daughter would also be there, which foreshadowed the upcoming drama. Why would they start and behave now of all times?

And just as expected, drama slowly unfolded. First Allison and Sarah made their snarky little comments, trying to anger you and Joel simultaneously. Then Charles started talking shit, giving you a glimpse into the series of lies those evil witches were spreading about you.

Then there were the looks of familiarity from people who had already known you and your family. But you knew they would keep their mouths shut about this. No one needed to know the truth, especially not Sarah or Allison. Oh, they would be a hundred times worse if they knew. A part of you wanted them to find out, the thought of the look on their faces being quite entertaining, but this wasn’t the right time or place for that.

Being in the company of Stella and Neal felt like a breath of fresh air. They were always so nice to you, making you feel safe and sane in the shitstorm you got yourself into by choosing Joel. You didn’t even know where you would be if they hadn’t taken you under their wings.

Sometimes you wondered if it was a good idea–staying with Joel, that is. Maybe you should just go home and leave this madness behind. Not because Sarah and Allison wanted you to leave, not because you were afraid of what they would do, but because that was the only way you could keep your remaining sanity and dignity.

“You okay?” Neal asked you on the dancefloor, knocking you out of your darkening thoughts.

Letting out a sigh, you thought about what to say. He could see right through you, there was no reason to lie. “Why am I here?” you asked him, being sure he would know what you meant by this short question.

Neal groaned, a sound that was accompanied by a disapproving look as he guided you. “Just breathe in, then breathe out. Calm down. They can’t hurt you with their stupid lies. I mean, they could, but I’m sure you can protect yourself. You don’t need anyone’s help, not even Joel’s.”

Maybe he was right; you shouldn’t let those vicious women get to you. So you put on a smile and gave Neal the sweetest look you could possibly manage. He couldn’t help but laugh as he complimented your sudden good mood, making you laugh as well. It felt nice. It felt warm. You were beginning to feel like yourself again.

“When was the last time you were at an event like this?” he suddenly asked when a slower song was playing and he held you closer than before.

You had to think about this for a moment. “A few years ago. I can’t even remember what the gala was for, but I sure as hell remember my adorable peach-colored dress and the way guys kept staring at me,” you replied dreamily, earning a smug smile from the man in front of you. “Oh, please, I went there with my dad. He chased away everyone.”

The two of you laughed at the thought, then he tilted his head to the side as he watched you. You cocked an eyebrow, having no idea what was going through his handsome head. Whatever it was, it drew a mischievous smile on his face.

“I remember what you wore at that Christmas party last year,” he suddenly said with a wide grin.

Of course, he was there. You attended the grandiose Christmas event your father’s company hosted for prominent people, feeling free and good because you onew no photos of you would get out from the event. Your father always made sure of that, no magazine was brave enough to take a risk. This way you knew Sarah wouldn’t find out, and so you had one less thing to worry about.

Your father introduced you to Neal himself, for some reason finding this young man worthy of meeting you. The two of you had fun, but at the end of the event you didn’t give him your number, and told him he shouldn’t risk stalking you on social media. He took the hint and let you be.

Before you could say anything, you noticed Joel on the side of the dancefloor, his eyes fixed on you. You watched him approach with a smile, honestly happy to see him. “Joel, did your conversation go well?” you asked sweetly.

Your innocent question kicked off a conversation between Joel and Neal that made you tense up. You didn’t like where this was going, and in all honesty, you found it ridiculous. Joel was jealous, it was clear as day, while Neal was having the time of his life messing with him.

When you made it to your table before the auction, Allison sprung into action, aiming at provoking you two until you broke. But you were done with their bullshit, and Joel didn’t seem to care much either. He put a hand on your thigh when Charles asked if you enjoyed the event, and his fingers tightened around your flesh when Allison made a few more unwanted comments.

You glanced over at Neal for a moment, thinking about how dancing with him was so far the best part of the night. Maybe it was the fact there was no drama with him around. Maybe it was the fact he knew the real you. Maybe both.

“Do you like it?” Joel asked with a gentle nudge.

Since you were zoning out, you had absolutely no idea what he was talking about. “Like what?”

“That painting,” he whispered, flashing a charming smile at you.

It was beautiful, you didn’t even deny it. But then he raised the white card that until now lay on the table and said, “Twenty thousand.”

You shot him a shocked look, demanding to know why he suddenly decided to bid for it, and when he said he wanted to buy it for you, you had a mental breakdown. He was going too far with this. You knew you had to stop him. But as you tried to come up with the plan to convince him to give up, you heard Neal’s voice from the other side of the table.

And that’s when these two–Joel and Neal–began their own stupid little bidding war. You tried to convince Joel once again, but he didn’t stop so you picked up a white card from the table and said, “Two hundred and fifty thousand!”

This shut them up. In fact, it shut everyone up.

You noticed the knowing smile that crept on Neal’s lips, but your attention was averted by Allison, who scoffed and said, “It’s easy to be generous with Joel’s money.”

It was rich coming from her, but you managed not to laugh at her statement. Sarah began to complain about you spending her father’s money, Allison joined the choir soon after, but you were more focused on Joel who was watching you with a serious expression on his face.

“What was that?” he asked.

“I snapped and bought the painting myself to stop you two morons,” you said, pointing at Joel first, then moving your fingers to point at Neal.

He laughed, seemingly having a little too much fun, but Joel was dead serious as his eyes burned a hole in you. “This is for charity,” he repeated his previous words. “And I’m still paying for it at the end of the day, so I should thank you for making a generous offer in my name.”

“Charity, my ass. It was all about winning. At least I had a good reason to buy this painting with my own money and support this cause due to my family history,” you said, having to bite on your lower lip before your tears would begin to fall because of the memories.

Joel’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t say anything. He didn’t try to ask you about the my own money part of your speech despite having a frown on his face when you said it. Good. You wanted to forget this and enjoy the rest of the evening in peace.

But Allison had a different idea. She took a sip of her drink, then she said, “And how are you planning to pay for it? You said you were buying it with your own money after all.”

“Yeah, you don’t have that much money. Hell, you couldn’t even pay for your own dress,” Sarah said with a mean smile.

Oh, you poor thing, if you only knew. If Joel hadn’t shown up in the shop, you would have paid for everything yourself. But as she and her mother kept giving you those vicious looks, acting like rabid dogs ready to attack, you felt something snap in you.

“You know what? I’m not gonna stay here and listen to the two of you. You’re terrible, pathetic people, and you,” you said, pointing at Allison, “don’t even have money. Assuming I just spent Joel’s money was truly rich coming from you, the very woman who has been blackmailing him for more of his money that you don’t even deserve.”

Stella’s lips curled into a proud smile, while Neal silently clapped to cheer you on. You glanced down at Joel for a moment who had a very, very confused look on his face.

“I’ll go pay for the painting then I’m heading home,” you stated, talking mostly to Joel. “Have a good night, everyone.”

“What the hell?” you heard Sarah’s voice from behind you.

It was soon followed by Neal who said, “You know, her family has more money and power than you can even think of.”

He shouldn’t have said that, but it was water under the bridge now, you weren’t planning on going back and telling everyone to keep quiet about this little detail. So you walked outside, heading straight to one of the organizers to check where you could pay for the damn painting that you bought. You asked them to put a note on it, one that was intended for Stella who deserved this beauty for helping you so much throughout the past few weeks.

As you walked towards the front door, you heard a familiar voice behind your back. “Hey! Would you stop?”

“Why?” you asked before telling him how terrible you felt the whole night.

It had been a nightmare so far, and you told him that you weren’t expecting things to get any better. Then one thing followed another and he ended up saying something that deeply hurt you.

“I’m not the one making a scene. I don’t start fights, I finish them,” you informed him angrily, doing your best to keep your voice down. “Talk to your ex and daughter, get them to behave. Oh, and tell Allison that if she does or says anything that hurts my reputation back home, she better do it knowing my family has an army of bloodthirsty lawyers who would be more than happy to tear her apart in court for defamation.”

Joel opened his mouth, seemingly about to say something to this, but then he remained silent. Out of morbid curiosity you stayed there, waiting to hear what he had to say. After what felt like an eternity, he finally spoke up and said, “Is it true? What Neal said about your family.” You nodded as you folded your hands behind your back. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Because we’re not like you, we don’t want the world to know we’re rich, you were dying to say. It was true, your family was ridiculously private, and you went against everything you had been taught all your life tonight by letting them find out the truth like they did.

“That’s my family’s money,” you said in the end. “I bought the painting with the money I inherited from my grandfather. I don’t want my family’s money, not yet. I want to live a perfectly normal life while I’m studying. I’m already getting a lot of shit for not studying in England, I don’t need them to have more to say about my life.”

You could see the wheels turning in his head, but you weren’t about to wait and find out what he had to say.

“I’ll go home now,” you said before turning around and going outside to get a taxi.

This was for the best. You both needed time to calm down, and you could only hope he would come after you soon. If he didn’t… Well, at least you would know what kind of man he was. He only wanted you when he couldn’t have you. Now here you were, ready to be with him, but he didn’t seem as invested in this relationship as you were.

#joel miller x you #joel miller x reader #joel miller #the last of us #tlou

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morpheus-girl · 1 year

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With You At The End...

Universe: Hogwarts Legacy

Pairing: Aged Up Surprise x f!reader.

Word Count: Unsure.

Synopsis: Y/n finds herself standing at the end.

Warnings: Slight panic attack, fluff, aged up characters.

Notes: This... is my very first time sharing my writing with others outside of my immediate group. I hope you all enjoy..! I would love to know what you guys think.

.. this was it...

.. the end.

Y/n's dark earthy hues were locked. Focused solely on the reflection stood in the mirror before her. The gentle seam of her supple, though naturally pouted lips parting slightly at what she saw; and for the briefest of moments... it was like she couldn't even recognize herself.

How exactly had things come to this..? Y/n knew that if she were to be honest with herself, she had no definitive answer. No. There had been no plan; hell, there had been no intention-... It just happened. The pieces falling into place. Fitting perfectly like a jigsaw, but with no regard for what the outcome might be. And what was worse, it seemed to have all happened in such a blur.

The memories of her final years at Hogwarts steam-rolled through her mind, leaving it in a haze, and as a result, she lost the battle. Eyes forced to close as she drew in a deep, though shaky breath. A weak attempt to calm herself, she knew, but right now, it was all she could manage. Her hand lifting, she pressed it against her sternum. Holding it there for a short spell before it fell, and joined by the other, Y/n let her palms hit the polished rich oak that made up the more practical part of the vanity she was stood in front of.

So much had come to pass.

It seemed like a lifetime ago that she'd walked through the large and rather intimidating doors that led into the Great Hall. There was just no denying that she'd been a wreck; but being sorted into her house had been one of the proudest days of her life. One that had turned into one of the happiest when she'd finally taken a seat at her house table only to be welcomed by the smiling face of the one person she knew she would always want in her life.

".. it's time. You ready..?"

Torn, and not a moment too soon, from the tsunami of thoughts she was sure could consume her; Y/n lifted her head. Her eyes, filled with flecks of rich brown, and married with lighter tones of caramel, met first with their own gaze before she allowed her attention to drift. Her head turning, just slightly, she gave the mirror a profile of her sharp, though still delicate features as she instead peered over her shoulder at the one who successfully managed to pull her back to the present. His voice cutting through the mist as easily as if it were a knife gliding through butter.

".. as ready as I'll ever be..."

Y/n's voice was soft, barely hitting above a whisper. And much like her breathing, there was a slight shake to it. Though whether the words had reached his ears or not, the gentle nodding of her head gave him all the answer he needed. And it was that acknowledgement that had him stepping to the side, clearing up the doorway so that she could pass over the threshold.

.. this was it...

With each step she took, Y/n could feel her heart hammering in her chest- pounding mercilessly against her rib cage. The sound was deafening in her ears, and desperate to find an anchor, she let her hand reach out. Her nails digging slightly as she grasped tightly onto the arm of the man walking beside her. Taking his arm; hugging it flush against her side as though her very life depended on it.

.. this was the end...

".. you look beautiful, Y/n."

Once again, his voice was the lifeline that she needed. And lifting her head, Y/n was able to meet her gaze to Sebastian's. The vulnerability of the situation clear as day in her eyes. But as though he was reading her mind, he silenced all doubts with the soft touch of his lips brushing over her forehead. A comforting warmth spreading through her, causing her already lightly colored cheeks to burn brighter as the natural blush crept over them, ".. everything's going to be okay now, love."

.. It was the end of an era.

And holding her best friend's gaze a few beats longer, she knew he was right. It was all going to be okay. The corners of her lips twitching, Y/n couldn't seem to help the way they turned upward. A small smile dancing over her features, going so far as to reach her eyes, as she gave his arm a gentle squeeze of gratitude, ".. walk with me, Sebastian..?"

".. Always."

It was as though their next step had hit a trigger. The soul of her heel met with the beautiful underbrush of the forest surrounding the outer fields of Feldcroft, and as it did, that's when she began to hear it. The sweet melodious sound of violins filled the air, drifting over the gentle breeze, causing all eyes to turn toward the pair. Though she herself was looking in the opposite direction. Gazing adoringly towards the tall blond that awaited her at the end of the aisle. His eyes, while clouded, still managed to stare directly into her own, and Y/n felt her breath catch in her throat.

Constellations graced his features, and it was hard for her to fight the urge that had her wanting to rush the gap between them. She wanted nothing more than to pepper each of those beauty marks with gentle kisses. But she couldn't. Not yet. She had to be patient. She had to wait, just a little bit longer, and then she could have him. Her Ominis.

It was the end of an era... yes.

.. but it was the beginning of the rest of her life.

Note from author: A special thanks to @rosabellatonks for inspiring me to share my own writing with you guys. I hope you all enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Please feel free to give me feedback - the only way I'm ever going to get better..! ^.^

#hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #sebastian sallow x mc #ominis gaunt x mc #sebastian sallow x reader #ominis gaunt x reader #ominis gaunt x y/n #sebastian sallow x y/n #ominis gaunt x you #sebastian sallow x you #reader fic #ominis gaunt fic #sebastian sallow fic

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fifteensjukebox · 26 days

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tagged by @amidalleia tysm!!💖

last song: winning by emily haines & the soft skeleton has been in my head and i have whatever a photographic memory but for music is called so i think it counts. i was trying to figure out the change in timing starting about a minute into the song and my memory wasn't good enough to figure it out, and i think the last song i actually listened to was wet blanket by metric (emily's band) in the car yesterday. what can i say i love her! (the update is that I tossed this post into my drafts earlier and i have now actually listened to winning and almost figured out what she's doing but i'll have to discuss with my music theory-knowing brother)

favourite color: turquoise/mint/teal/sage/cool amethysty purples/the denim blue VW car colour (my beloved first car was a vw beetle we called lulu so that colour is now lulu blue in my house à la dodie yellow)

currently watching/reading:

rewatching btvs and angel mid s4/s1 respectively while showing it to my mom and brother for the first time! it's taking ages but we're having the best time

gilmore girls - (late mid s3) first watch w my parents! there's so much i know from here and so much i don't but i know i love jess

grey's anatomy - watched s1-17 with my family a few years ago (begrudgingly at first bc i so did not want to watch a medical show. and sooo long! but it really is that good (sometimes)) & have been watching weekly as it airs since, but we just caught up on the first bit of the current season yesterday bc i didn't realize it was back. and i love the new class of interns so much we are SO BACK

not dead yet - the only show i'm currently watching by myself week to week as it airs and of course my favorite character is the white man i hate it here... i do love the women too though!!

doctor who 12th doctor rewatch but i stopped like a month ago in the middle of the episode before the cybermen plot starts bc it's just going to break my heart to lose bill for a third time. but i miss them! missy most of all so i will get to it soon

i'm not really reading anything at the moment but i have a couple audiobooks on hold at the library (yeah this is jenny's answer exactly but it applies!)

relationship status: single and i don't go out enough so i doubt it'll change anytime soon

sweet/savory/spicy: i want to say sweet bc i loooove sugar but i add salt to everything lately, i even added it to a rice krispie square the other day, so....

current obsessions:

also still nancy drew forever and always, but honestly i don't have a fandom hyperfixation atm! it's all about furniture shopping.... i'm looking for a small chair/stool for my bedroom desk, and a bigger table to go with my living room big chair so i can have my laptop/food/whatever else i want bc i seem to spend most of my time here

and emily haines/metric music (lately i haven't been listening to much me after 2007, but i love the more recent stuff just as much!

last thing you googled: something about the st vincent rock&roll hall of fame exhibit bc i'd seen a clip about it on someones story but i couldn't find the full video (still haven't)

no-pressure tags: @redheadedbrunette @apolloamy @godofsmallthings @jemhowling @acafemmeic @electrictouchfeaturingfalloutboy @coldnightairinmylungs & anyone else who wants to! i love these sm

#goodnight babes i NEEEED this sleep tn i been strugglin #vie #qs #recipes #(rec from bethany in the tags)

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contreparry · 10 months

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hi Ann happy friday!!!!! can I please see "[pulling other person close, feeling them breathe a sigh of relief]" on whichever pairing you want!

Absolutely! Here's some pre-Fenris/Anders in that nebulous time period between the end of Dragon Age II and Dragon Age: Inquisition, for @dadrunkwriting!

The foolish man ran off.

Fenris sighed and kicked dirt over the dying coals of the campfire, more to work out his frustrations than to prevent a potential fire. The light drizzle of morning rain and fog killed any threatening sparks ages ago. Fenris drew the hood of his cloak over his head and scanned the tree line. He was only gone for half an hour at most, scouting ahead before they made their journey further north. North to where, Fenris wasn't about to say. He wouldn't deny that he felt a pull towards his homeland. He had unfinished business there, and now he had the inclination, the time, and most importantly the ability to set forth and conclude that chapter of his life.

The fact that Anders would be relatively safe in the country was merely a bonus.

Fenris promised Hawke that he would keep the man alive. It was no order, no demand, Hawke had not even asked him to- no, it was all his doing. Fenris made a promise, and he would see it through. And Anders... was a decent traveling companion. Quiet. Too quiet, in truth. That happened to soldiers sometimes. Fenris knew that. Fighters too, after hundreds of battles in arenas. Their eyes stared into the distance, seeing something no one else could. They lived in their memories at times, and occasionally a sound, a smell, a flash of color would tear them from the present and send them hurtling into their past, into a world of fear and pain and-

Fenris understood. He knew what it meant to live with pain and fear. And Anders, in those first weeks of their journey, was a dead man walking, shambling along the road with Fenris guiding him through the worst of the muck. He didn’t do much beyond eat when prompted and sleep when they rested. Fenris hadn't the heart or energy to speak either, so their journey was silent. But sometimes, when the fire died down and the wilderness sang with wildlife, sometimes Fenris would look over at Anders and... think. Perhaps if they hadn’t been so combative, if they showed a measure of grace, if they hadn’t gone at each other with teeth bared seeking blood, if they- if they hadn’t met each other as they were at their worst but as they could have been, perhaps… perhaps they would have had more quiet evenings by a fireside. Seemed too late to mourn what they never had, however, so Fenris pressed on with Anders in tow.

Anders grew chattier as time went on, but their conversations revolved around small things. He would make a short remark about a bird he recognized or some other observation. Nothing profound. It was... normal. At least, it was the sort of thing Fenris thought a normal man might discuss while traveling in the woods, and the thought of them being normal men was so ludicrous he wanted to laugh. But he hadn't. He let Anders talk. Point out birds. Plants. Weird rocks that looked like faces if you looked at them just right. It was almost pleasant.

But now Anders was missing, and Fenris cursed how lax he had grown over a few weeks of travel. Foolish of him to lower his guard. Foolish to think Anders wouldn't give him the slip. Fenris gathered his pack (at least the man hadn't taken that with him) and set off, following the muddy trail of heavy footsteps through the forest. He couldn't have gone far, and based on the path he cut through the brush Anders wasn't trying to hide his route. Fenris could catch up if he hurried. So, he did, swift and silent as he followed Anders' path of minor destruction.

Fenris emerged into a clearing as the morning rain lightened to a drizzle. A small cottage stood at the far end of the meadow. For a brief moment Fenris wondered if the occupants were sleeping through the poor weather, for all the lights within were out. But upon a second look it was evident that the cottage had been abandoned for at least a few years. The door creaked ominously on its hinges, and the grass in the meadow was overgrown. The chicken coop was in a worse state, the roof having collapsed in on itself. And it was here that Fenris found Anders. His back was towards him, his arms braced on the remains of a rotting wooden fence that must have once surrounded a tiny paddock. His eyes were fixed on the ruined cottage, and he did not stir as Fenris approached.

“So this is where you were hiding,” Fenris said, though he didn’t know why he bothered to speak at all. Anders was quiet nowadays, and his spirit companion (Justice? Vengeance?) refused to make an appearance. So it was no surprise that Anders ignored him. Fenris joined him at the fence and looked out over the abandoned cottage.

He wished Hawke were here. She’d know what to say. She would say some pithy remark about the place. Nice decor, she would exclaim. It seems like something that you’d like, Fenris. Look at the cobwebs! But Anders was quiet, and Fenris didn’t know how to start a conversation with the man that didn’t end in an argument. So they stood side by side, leaning on a rotten fence as they stared at an abandoned cottage in the rain.

“Didn’t think you’d find me,” Anders murmured, his eyes fixed on the cottage.

“Your trail was easy to follow,” Fenris replied. So he had run off, then. He supposed it wasn’t that much of a shock. It truth it was surprising that Anders hadn’t run earlier. It was a surprise that he hadn’t kept running. Maybe the weather stopped him. Maybe he was too tired to go on.

“Didn’t think you’d want to find me,” Anders amended. “It’s a nice place.”

“Hmm,” Fenris didn’t know if he and Anders had a similar understanding of the word “nice.” Perhaps the manor was a wreck, but at least it had four walls and a ceiling. Even if the ceiling leaked.

“Needs work. New thatching, clear out the insides, salvage what you can. Build a new chicken coop,” Anders continued. “But it’s good. Far away from people.”

“Mmm.” Far from people was one way to put it. Ass-end of the earth was another.

“I’m decent enough with a hammer. I can give you pointers. And you’re smart. You’ll figure it out,” Anders said, as if he was trying to reassure Fenris, and the unease that plagued him the moment he realized Anders wasn’t at their camp returned with a terrible vengeance.

“What, exactly, are you dancing around, Anders?” Fenris asked.

“It’s a good place for you to stay,” Anders said slowly, as if Fenris was the one who was behaving cryptically. “I’ll help you get settled, and then I’ll be on my way.”

It seemed that, despite his new tendency towards keeping silent, Anders still had the ability to utterly confound Fenris. Confound, bemuse, baffle. If this was a conversation from before they fled Kirkwall Fenris might have bristled at a hundred potential slights, but now he could only stand back and marvel at Anders sheer ability to make the strangest declarations at the oddest of times.

“… did you think that you were playing my escort?” Fenris finally asked, which made Anders stir. He rolled his eyes, sighed irritably (like he did back in Kirkwall, back before, years before this entire mess), crossed his arms over his chest.

“I was thinking- “

“Dangerous,” Fenris interrupted.

“-that I am a liability. You want a peaceful life without mages or magic and- well, can’t get more peaceful than “cottage in the woods,” don’t you think?” Anders said blithely, gesturing towards the ruined cottage with more vigor than he had displayed in months. Years.

A peaceful life away from mages and magic. Fenris stared at the stone and rotting wood before him and couldn't help but think the gesture was... sweet. Terribly misguided, of course, but sweet, nonetheless. Fenris let himself think of it: a thatched roof, chickens in the yard, the wind rustling through the thick oak branches, the silence of the forest in winter. He thought of it, held onto the possibility for a moment, savored what he imagined that life could be-

"... foolish man," Fenris grumbled, and he carefully wrapped an arm and his cloak around Anders' shoulders. "Can't be rid of me so easily. Come now, rain's letting up and we've got a day's walk to the next town on the map."

He felt Anders take in a shaky breath against him as they turned away from the cottage and the meadow. They walked together under the trees as the rain and fog lifted and bird song filled the air. Warblers, maybe? Anders would know, but Fenris would wait for him to say so. Or maybe he would ask later. They had a long journey ahead of them, after all.

"It seemed a good place for you. Quiet. You like that," Anders remarked. "It seemed... I thought it might make you happy. To have a place of your own where no one would bother you."

"It would drive me mad in a year," Fenris replied. "I have grown accustomed to being bothered."

Anders' sigh of relief shook Fenris to his soul.

#da drunk writing circle #my writing

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quibbs126 · 2 months

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So today I just drew a whole page of my old character Vanilla Powder Cookie

I was on the page with Snow Fungus, and one of the characters there was Vanilla Powder, with her design seen in the top left there. I was looking at it, and I was like “I’m not sure it makes her look like a proper small child”, and since I’ve been trying to figure out how to make a character look distinctly like a child, I decided to redraw her on a new page just for her

And surprisingly, for once I actually finished one of these

So now I feel like listing some things about her, some of which isn’t exactly new, but I still feel like reiterating

So as you can tell, she’s Pure Vanilla’s daughter, one that he had before he got his Soul Jam and his kingdom was founded. She was a baby or toddler when it was founded, so she spent almost her entire life as the Vanillian princess. In addition, she’s the direct ancestor of the Custard family (though I don’t know what her kid’s name would be). However, she unfortunately is not around during current day, as she was baked up to a thousand years prior to current day, so she crumbled a long time ago. Though she lived a long life and simply died of old age, so things didn’t go that bad for her

Oh, also I feel like I should show the original version of Vanilla Powder, just for posterity

She looks entirely different, I think for the better

The younger version of her is mostly just based on the previous version, with an entirely new outfit. I feel like the outfit looks closer to something a kid would wear, but I’m not sure

Then I decided to finally give her a proper adult redesign, and I think I did quite well, much better than the original

I mostly used this one picture from a development commentary for her outfits

Her three cones were because I wanted to convey her status as the princess in some way. They were originally all next to each other, but I felt like they didn’t look particularly special like that, so I instead but the side two further down on her head. But then they reminded me more of hair clips like what Saiki K has, so now I’ve decided they’re possibly magic things that help her control her magic. And also they come off when she uses it. She probably got them as a teenager

Also her eyes are now brown since it fit better with vanilla extract (aka what I think Pure Vanilla is supposed to be), and also because while she’s the Custard ancestor, she’s from long before them, so she doesn’t have to keep the same blue eye color as them. Also, I’ve now decided that Vanilla Bean, aka my OC that’s Vanilla’s dad, has brown eyes. Though I do wonder if I should have given her blue eyes, to break up all the browns and yellows. That’s what the blue on the page is for

Edit: so I ended up changing her eyes to that blue. It’s not PV’s blue because I didn’t really think his light blue works on her. I think it looks nice

Also in her original design, she was going to have a design that looked ambiguously like she could be a purelily kid, but by this point she’s mostly just based on Pure Vanilla, the hair style’s really the only thing somewhat similar to White Lily

I think that’s about it for her, I hope you like her!

#cookie run #cookie run kingdom #pure vanilla cookie #cookie run oc #vanilla powder cookie #my ocs #my art #redesign

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lionbearfox · 10 days

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do you happen to have thoughts on/preferred designs for alice :0

AKBSKNSKDNDJ DO I EVER. i have noodled around a LOT with alice designs, so i've put a pretty fair amount of thought into this!!!

when i start thinking about character designs, my main considerations are profession and personality - luckily, we actually know a fair bit about both of those things for alice! personality-wise, alice is rambunctious, mischievous, but ultimately a very caring person as we know she really tries to look out for both albedo and klee but also diluc, etc. the impression i've gotten from her is a little dramatic, over-the-top, fiery but sweet. as for her profession, she's obviously a witch and a very powerful one at that to be an elder of hexenzirkel, but it doesn't seem to be her primary profession - she's an adventurer and an inventor!

what this means design-wise is that i like to think she has a sort of swashbuckler, intrepid explorer type-vibe (almost treasure planet inspired, if that makes sense). naturally she's gotta have the big hat, but i like to stray away from genshin's usual witchy aesthetic and more towards what i'd expect from an expert adventurer and explorer like her, as well as a little steampunky given her inventions.

the only design i've ended up posting for her has a big, fun red coat and it was a bit of an impulse choice on my part but i really like the coat! i feel like it just really captures her Vibe. i also like the boots in that design - i would maybe add in more detailing, but i think the boots-pants-vest combo suits her a lot as well. i can't really imagine her with a skirt - knowing hoyo, she'll probably have one, but i just don't think it fits what we know about her. there's a lot of stuff i'd change about that design now tho, maybe i'll take another crack at it when i've got free time again...

as somebody who's potentially a foreigner to teyvat (i'm a little rusty on her lore - was this confirmed? somebody lmk), loves tea parties, and is named "alice", this also brings in a potential alice in wonderland theme! this is one thing i'd change about my design - i'd like to bring in more card suit theming and aesthetics, maybe instead of the clover symbols like klee i used in my posted design. i think it would really "suit" (pun intended) her, as somebody who's a bit of a trickster.

i also always love making connections between characters who are close with designs, so i like to use a palette that's similar to klee for her! more oranges/pinks if i were to redo my design for her, but i like the red/beige/brown palette a lot for her, and i really like making her eye/hair color the same as klee. i saw a really cool design of her ages ago that drew inspiration from elysia from hi3, and i liked that idea so i stole some ideas from elysia's hair for my alice hairstyle LOL

i'm sure i have more thoughts on this that haven't occurred to me in this moment, but that should be most of it!

#lbf.txt #THANK U FOR ASK I LOVE TALKING ABOUT THIS SORT OF THING #i love alice when will she come back from the war #pls stop avoiding traveller queen i miss you #i want to see her but im also Scared that her canon design will be bad

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starspray · 2 months

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BTS for what your life is?

BTS: I’ll write a DVD commentary about my personal favorite passage from [that fic]

What Your Life Is was so much fun to write! I'd never done anything with Harad before and it was a lot of fun to do some worldbuilding there, and to figure out all the OCs--who they were, what their relationship to one another was, etc. I have a fair amount of notes that never made it into the fic, that I jotted down before I knew where the story itself was going to go.

It's a TRSB fic, for @independence1776's gorgeous moodboard. Fun fact, IIRC said moodboard was made with me in mind because I'd made a joke about having written Maglor being more or less forcefully befriended by smaller and hairier creatures (hobbits twice and Roverandom once) several years in a row for TRSB. I was extremely excited to snag it during claims!

It's very hard to pick a favorite passage but I'm very fond of this one:

"Father also wanted to ask if he can bring the family here before the storm season begins in earnest," said Mathos. "He does not feel it is safe anymore for anyone known to do business with Elves. And he promises to bring extra supplies." "Yes, of course," said Maglor. "You would all be welcome. I'll go tomorrow—" "You can't go!" Nanaia protested. "Haven't you been listening to what Mathos is saying?" Iset demanded at the same time. "I don't plan to draw attention to myself," Maglor said. "Besides, if what Barca told me is true, they all think I walk around dripping blood everywhere." "Huan will draw attention, and you know that he won't be left behind," said Iset. "He drew very little attention when we were there just a few weeks ago," said Maglor, "and I can change both his and my appearance if I must." "You said you couldn't, last time," said Iset. "I cannot shrink him down to the size of a cat," said Maglor, "but I can give him the seeming of—oh, I don't know, a pony or something. If I must. Huan can take care of himself, and I can of course change my own appearance." When Iset still looked skeptical he added, "I have sung the Lay of Leithian for you before. Do you remember Felagund's arts? If he could make himself look like an orc, I can certainly change my hair color." "You are not Felagund," Iset said, in the same tone that Vanna used to scold the twins when they tried to imitate the great heroes of their favorite tales. "No, I am not," Maglor agreed, only barely resisting the urge to roll his eyes. "I am the one who taught him. It just takes more time and effort than I care to expend on a routine shopping trip. This will be different." "You aren't going to go to the temple, are you?" Mathos exclaimed. "Maglor, you can't!" "Everyone around here seems very sure of what I can and cannot do," Maglor said. "I have walked this world for more than three Ages of the Sun, remember, and faced far more serious dangers than a few Men in dark robes who believe they can bring Morgoth back from the Void with a few chants."

Maglor has just learned that the Sons of Elrond were looking for him before disappearing, and both fortunately and unfortunately for him he is surrounded by people who would very much like him not to endanger himself, but who also have been living with him in peace and (relative) safety for a long time, so they don't really know precisely what he's capable of. I love a Maglor who is both competent and confident--he's not very happy about this turn of events, but he's not going to shy away from doing what he has to, especially if Elrond's kids are involved.

I also really like the idea of Maglor having taught Finrod both music and magic back in Valinor, though I haven't done anything else with it.

What I liked most about writing this fic was now unsolitary Maglor is, in a pretty big departure from how he's typically written (and how I typically write him) post-Silm--it was part of Indy's premise with the moodboard, and it was so much fun to write a big complicated household/found family for Maglor to be a part and nominal head of. And I got to make OCs galore! There are a grand total of four canon characters present in this almost 20k word fic, and I think it's great.

#thanks for the ask!#so happy to talk about this fic #i'm really proud of it #meme response

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