#is this offensive do i need to tag this with something. lmk if i should tag this with something.
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Once again a very incoherent, not spell checked, all over the place ramble that might not make any sense (lmk if I need to clarify something)
But I think this one is kinda important? At least, it is to me. Before you decide how you feel about this, do me a favour and at least try to actually read/digest it first!
Something I think desperately needs to happen within multiple fandoms is working through your internalized misogyny…because people on this app are a little too comfortable stereotyping, belittling, sexualizing, devaluing, and just generally disrespecting women or fem presenting people. It’s usually pretty subtle, but the micro aggressions are definitely there.
I see fics where the only time female characters are mentioned is if they pipe in to say something snarky or when male characters are talking about their appearance/desire to sleep with them.
The example of misogyny that I see the most often is in mlm ship writing where one of the characters tagged as fem!x and that character is very often portrayed/described as:
- “Emotional, dramatic, whiny, clingy, soft, delicate, fragile”
- They’re dependent, usually being provided for by someone else
- They’re the subordinate/“beta” in a relationship
- They’re “helpless” and need protecting
- They’re interested shallow things (appearance, money, class, etc.)
- They have an “attitude”
- Their hobbies consist of baking, shopping, decorating
- They’re looked at like a trophy, something pretty to win and own
- There’s a strong emphasis of their appearance (slender, rosy cheeks, sharp features) and sexuality especially
I’m sure many of you have read at least one fic tagged as fem!*insert male chatacter name here* and this is the character description you were shown, no?
Before you yell at me, there is nothing inherently wrong about that characterization! It’s completely fine to live your life that way, it’s okay to be into superficial things, it’s okay to want to be protected, it’s okay to have someone provide for you, etc. Slay however you want!
My problem is that this characterization is NOT A TRUE REFLECTION OF WHAT FEMININITY IS. The issue isn’t in these traits themselves, I have some of those traits myself, the problem is using these traits to prove that a character is more feminine. It’s so stereotypical, surface level, and old-fashioned, and reduces the beauty of being feminine to a caricature. Whether you like it or not, whether you mean it or not, this is misogyny. Feminine people/characters can be strong, brave, intelligent, hardworking, independent. Being feminine is something that I’m very proud of, and I hate seeing it be reduced to something it isn’t. This is deeper than just not personally liking the way a character is written. This is misogyny.
Not to mention the super masc x super fem characterization is super heteronormative and also a stereotype in itself but I digress.
I’m not telling anyone they need to drop these kinds of characterizations, I’m just saying you should probably take a good minute to reflect on your motives and how you really feel think about femininity deep down. Is it something you truly views as inferior? Why? Do you want to change that? What are some ways can you?
Don’t even get me started on the literal abuse of fem characters in fics and novels. Yes, there are pieces of fiction where masc characters are victims, which is horrifying, I just see it the most often against fem characters. It’s absolutely disgusting that people are romanticizing and glorifying abuse of anyone, but that’s a topic for another time.
I typically subscribe to “don’t like don’t read” unless we’re talking about stuff the is genuinely offensive or harmful to an entire group of people. If I see an au, ship, plot, or general writing style I don’t particularly like, I will simply swipe passed and move on with my day (you should to). But when fics are written with any kind of internal bias (misogyny, homophobia *including heteronormativity*, transphobia, racism, etc.) behind them or have elements of glorified abuse, there is a genuine issue and I’m not just gonna scroll and pretend that it isn’t super fucked up, because it is. It’s fucked up! Touch grass and breath fresh air PLEASE.
Sure, I can’t stop anyone from writing or reading what they want, they’re free to do so, but that means they are also free to deal with criticisms of it.
If this upset anyone, I genuinely am very sorry, it wasn’t be intention to offend you. Unpacking things like internalized bias can be really difficult, but I think it’s important to have conversations like this so we can learn and grow from each other. Feel free to share you thoughts, try to be respectful if you can:)
*Tags are not a direct call out to any ship or fandom. I have seen this in multiple different fandoms with multiple different ships. This is just a primarily HP blog, hence why tags are HP*
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#random thoughts#why are you telling me this#should i tag this as fatphobia or something?? this is just. odd#so i guess if ppl want me to tag this just lmk then#and ill edit this+tag fatphobia on future posts#ik i said this in my bio but wanna stress#really dont know what things consititute triggers so if you have something that you want tagged just lmk#as it stands the only thing ive been asked to tag so far is just invader zim and i've done my best to tag posts relating to that#i also tag signal boost on donation posts but thats mainly bc like#i kept hearing about how ppl who made donation posts would get harrassed by jerks so i figure that if u dont like donation posts#you can just blacklist that tag and then a) u dont see em and b) person in need of help has one less jerk harrassing them#its a win-win i figure#plus its one of the few tags i started on my own that i managed to keep consistently doing and ill be darned if i let that go#but yeah to rehash#1) please lmk if u have a trigger/squick/etc u want me to tag and ill do my best to do so#2) blacklist signal boost if u dont wanna see ppl asking for donations#3) dont come into my askbox with shit like this#youll only be met with confusion and vague offense being taken
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and he sees dawn before the rest of the world
or: a fucked up little au of 200. intended to be unsettling so just be warned
warnings for: unreality (i think that’s the appropriate term? please lmk if not), implied self harm, fucked up relationship dynamics; lmk if i should tag anything else
Bzzzt! Bzzzt! Bzzzt!
“Ugh, five more minutes,” Martin hissed, throwing an arm across his face, as though he could stop the barrage of sound just by covering his eyes. His alarm was unsympathetic to his whinging, continuing to scream its daily mourning dirge, grieving the end of another period of blessed rest. “Fine, fine! I’m getting up, christ…”
He reached clumsily for the phone on his bedside table, only for his fingers to scrabble uselessly around the ghost of its presence. He was momentarily so stymied by the absence that it took him longer than it should’ve to remember that he’d moved it to his desk, to prevent him from giving into the temptation to hit the snooze button just one more time.
Letting out another slew of curses, Martin shuffled onto his other side and reached for
A jaw-cracking yawn near split Martin’s face in two as he hunched over the gleaming tea kettle, steam beginning to pour from the spout. He shuffled his feet, eyes meandering sightlessly over the cow-shaped mug drying on the counter, the cluster of crumbs that he must’ve missed when cleaning up after dinner last night.
He hated mornings. Maybe it was the preemptive dread he felt at the thought of going to work; maybe it was because he hated having to be upright this early in the morning. Either way, he felt strangely disconnected from his morning routine, each motion carried out with habitual, distant efficiency as his thoughts raced along like a hamster on a wheel just below the surface.
It...was a bit silly for him to be worried about work, though. The stuff he was doing was interesting, and he had the loveliest coworkers a guy could ask for. They’d even offered to teach him a thing or two about artifact restoration once they learned the truth about his CV.
He drew himself up to his full height and rolled his shoulders back, clouded sigh mingling with the fog from the boiling water. Things were going well. Hell, he was actually going to get top surgery sometime in the next year or so, which was amazing considering his teenage self would’ve laughed at the very idea of being out.
There was no reason to dread going to work.
Martin carefully poured the water into the mug, letting the tea steep before adding a splash of milk and sugar. When he picked the mug up, the heat from the tea had bled into the ceramic, so warm as to be uncomfortable against the delicate skin of his palms. He didn’t let go, just kept on gripping the mug, like trying to contain the last gasp of a dying star.
Martin stared around his kitchen. The waterstains on the inside of the cow mug slowly evaporating into the still air; the crumbs that had sat there for who knows how long. The empty, blank face of his fridge.
Martin lifted the mug, and steam collected on his glasses as his breath wafted over the surface of the tea. He drew away, waiting for the lenses to clear, before leaning in for another sip.
His reflection stared back at him, a monochrome facsimile of his face rimmed in white smoke, and he recoiled, the mug slipping from
Working nine to five, what a way to make a living…
Martin stared out the window, his hand pillowed in the palm of his hand as Dolly Parton crooned in his ears. Split second by split second, he let his eyes catch on a point in the darkened surroundings, only letting his vision blur into incoherence when that fixed point whipped out of sight. It was a game he sometimes played when he got bored of reading or playing cards on his phone.
The old woman across from him let out a quiet grunt and shuffled, drawing his attention back inside the train. She was a gnarled old thing, bowed by the gravity of grief and time and life, though Martin couldn’t say for certain whether it was one well-lived.
Barely getting by, it’s all taking and no giving...
That was the thing about people watching: Martin was never quite sure if it was disrespectful to make assumptions about a person’s life based on a passing glimpse. He could never be sure if the person with the grumpy expression had a foul attitude, or if they were just a kind person on the tail-end of a truly awful day.
The old woman was knitting though, and Martin generally found it safe to assume that knitters were nice people.
For a moment he thought about taking out his headphones and striking up a conversation; the pattern looked devilishly complicated, and as a beginning knitter, he always appreciated tips. There was an unfinished set of fingerless green gloves in the back of his closet; it was easy for hands to get cold in the Archives, and the color suited
“Alright, Martin?”
Martin startled, his pen clattering to the floor. He looked up to find Sasha perched on the edge of his desk, grinning like the cat who’d just eaten the canary. Or, he thought she was. His eyes kept skittering from one corner of her face to the other, like a smooth stone skipping across a lake.
“Uh…” Frowning slightly, he let his gaze travel over the shelves of books, the humming lights, his cluttered workstation. He removed his glasses so he could rub at his aching eyes, and let out a deep sigh. Probably just the stress. “Yeah—yeah! Sorry, I’ve been distracted all morning.”
Martin got the impression of Sasha’s grin being tempered with genuine concern. “I’m sorry to hear that. Is everything okay?”
“I think so. Just...work, and my mum…” he gave an expansive you know sort of gesture at life in general. “Thank god the weekend’s coming. Anyway, is there something I can help you with?”
“Well, I was going to ask if you wanted to come get drinks with Mel and Tim and I after work, but…” She cut him a meaningful glance, the bottomless holes where her eyes should be boring bright spotlights into the back of his skull. “We’d understand if you’re not feeling up to it.”
“Is Georgie coming?”
Sasha shrugged. “Probably. Mel didn’t say so, but they’ve been all over each other since they started dating.”
Martin laughed. “True.” Tried to gauge how he was feeling, whether or not he was up to a night of socializing. You should go, a strangely posh little voice murmured in the back of his head, and he found himself saying, “Actually yeah, I would like to come. I could use a night out.”
Sasha clapped him on the shoulder, and the impact rattled through him like a gong being struck. The echoes of it vibrated all the way down to his toes. “Excellent.”
Martin hesitated, and then, not entirely sure of what he was asking, “What about J
“Thanks for waiting with us,” Georgie said, smiling beatifically up at him. Passed out on her shoulder, Melanie let out a drunken snuffle and curled over, like she was thinking of climbing through the spaces of Georgie’s ribcage and sleeping in her chest cavity forever.
“Not a problem,” Martin replied, scratching the back of his neck.
To be honest, waiting with her was as much for his benefit as theirs. At first, he’d thought it was just stress; now, he was very sure that something was wrong. It wasn’t anything specific, or even bad; more like there was a sepia camera filter tinting the world dusty and nostalgic.
After his third drink, he’d looked into Tim’s laughing face and thought he might burst into tears. And he still didn’t know what Sasha was supposed to look like.
But he didn’t want to worry her, so he just bit his lip and rocked back and forth on his heels, even though the motion made his head spin that much worse.
(Maybe he needed to take a couple of days off. Have a lie-in. But that would—that would delay his work. The Institute’s work. Delays were bad; he felt strongly enough about that to carve it directly into his skin so that he’d never forget. He could roll down his sleeve and take a peek at it whenever his motivation slipped, like checking a watch for the time.)
For lack of anything else to say, he nodded toward Melanie. “She’s really out, huh?”
“She’s always been a lightweight.” Her tone was wry, but her eyes were soft and fond as she brushed Melanie’s bangs back from her face. “Never gets hungover though, the lucky bastard.”
“The nerve!” Martin said, affecting offense, which sent them right into another giggling fit.
Once he got his breath back, Martin mentioned offhand, “You know, considering how similar they are, I’m surprised that her and J̷̧̱̜͕͕̤͉̣̺̺̝͖̠̹̜͙̣͉̩̺̤̟͉͓̞̹̗́̆̂̋͆̊̎́͂̑͋̌͊͘̚͠ͅo̶̧̨͕̖͔̬̖̝̪͚̻̟̠̜̣̰̅n̶̥̉́̎͑̀͂͆̿̾͛̾̔̐͌́̅̂͂̒̆̐́͊̄̾̍̅̅͝
“Stop it!” Martin screamed, grabbing the mug from the counter and throwing it across the room. It shattered against the wall, scattering shards of ceramic across the floor. “I know
“What you’re doing,” Martin gripped the bathroom counter, ignoring the persistent ringing of his alarm, staring deeply into his reflection, “Stop it, stop it, nononon̴̡̡͚̮̠͙̻͔͎͈̜̓̈́̈́͜͜ͅǫ̸̯̠̱̖̲͙͍͎͒̇̑͒ṅ̶̨̩̳̩̝̹̳͎͈̬̦͆́̈́́͐̏̈́̕͝͝o̸̡̻̱̗̥̮̙̳̞͗̄͋̈́̀͝n̸̢̛̟͙̘̱̩͕̦̫̤̮͆͑̊͋́̂̽͜o̶̘̱̗̘̘͑̿͜ņ̶̥̞̠͕͓̠͔͚̮͈̬͕̀͗̄̓͑͑͛̕ͅő̸̮̫̓͌̾̌͋́̂̏̒̃̃̄̚n̵̗̫͕̺̻͔̭͖̉͒͗̀̈́̃̅o̴͓͉͉͗͋̎̕—”
“Shhh, it’s okay. I’m sorry, it’s okay—”
“No!” Martin shrieked, shoving Jon’s hands away, skittering backward across the broken and cracked stones of the Panopticon. Through the arched windows, the sky was a poisonous green and black, and multitudes of eyes orbited the room, watched his every movement with sickening fascination. “Just—stop.”
Luminous gaze weary and resigned, Jon did as he was bid, dropping back onto his heels.
Rubbing sweat and grime and tears from his face, breathing harshly through his mouth, Martin took a moment to remember where he was, why he was here. It always took a moment for everything to come back.
As though unable to keep silent any longer, Jon asked, “So what was it this time?”
“Don’t,” Martin hissed, dragging his hands through his greasy hair.
Though his expression went mulishly annoyed, Jon raised his hands placatingly, a silent, alright, you win. It was a familiar gesture, one that he’d done so many times while they were living in Scotland, while they were traveling the devastated landscape of the apocalypse. It made Martin ache for when things were simpler, when his heart didn’t just feel like one big bruise.
He gently set the thought aside, and turned a more assessing eye on the Panopticon. Normally the changes were insignificant, but something thick and red and black had started to coil around the windows, weaving in and out of the floor, cracking the stonework. Martin traced the strange things with his eyes, frowning—
“Christ, Jon,” he whispered in horrified realization. “Are...are those corpse roots?”
Jon bobbed his head. “They’ve long since overtaken the rest of London. It’s just us, now.”
Martin sucked in a long, frustrated breath through his teeth. There was no point trying to talk any sense into Jon, not after so long, and force would only result in immediately getting kicked back into that horrible dream world.
“And the others?”
Jon shrugged, tracing the cracks in the earth with his fingers. “Still alive, and living happily in the dream I made for them.” He didn’t say, unlike you, but the implication was so loud he might as well have screamed it.
“Shut up,” Martin muttered, pushing to his feet and limping to one of the windows.
Corpse roots, as far as the eye could see. They covered the city of London in a blanket of tangled black, so thick that it was impossible to see the buildings beneath.
“Was it worth it?” he asked, sagging against the side of the window, too tired to be angry.
When the silence persisted a second too long, Martin turned around to find Jon with his head tilted back, examining the corpse roots consuming what had once been the Beholding’s seat of power, expression distant and thoughtful. The eyes, ever-watching, never understanding, drifted closer, greedily drinking in the sight.
When Martin realized that Jon wasn’t planning on answering, he let out another sigh, ruffled his bangs away from his face, and said, “You’re never there.”
Jon’s gaze snapped to him with a laser-edged focus. “Sorry?”
“If you’re going to trap me in a dream,” Martin said, each syllable clipped and precise, “You could at least be there.”
Like it always did, Jon’s face crumpled, and he looked away. “...I don’t deserve it.”
“Oh, we’re well past that and you know it!” Martin shrieked, striking his fist against the stone. “You made your fucking decision to damn the world, to hell with whatever we thought, the least you could do is stop hiding behind your pointless guilt and act like this is what you actually want!”
It would’ve been better, if Jon had simply become drunk with power and was no longer listening to reason. The fact that he’d made this same decision every single day with clear, unclouded eyes and sound judgement—as Jon the human, rather than Jon the lynchpin of the apocalypse, pupil of the Eye—made Martin want to scream.
“I do want it!” Jon snapped back, then quieter, “I do.” He looked up at the corpse roots again, eyes going misty. “I just—I should witness every second of misery and pain that I’m causing. I don’t deserve to just...forget.”
Wind snapped and howled around them like a creature mad with rage, and Martin idly wondered what would happen to this world once Jon died. If it would all go back to the way it had been before, or if the shell of the apocalypse would remain until the end of time, a corpse husk of a reality warped beyond repair.
“You shouldn’t have to experience this alongside me though,” Jon continued, rallying. “So I would really appreciate it if you’d stop breaking your dreams.”
“Tough,” Martin snapped back, folding his arms obstinately over his chest.
“You could be happy!” Jon reiterated, stabbing his index finger into the palm of his hand. “You could just...live your life! Forget! There’s no point in being here.”
“It’s a deal, remember? Where you go, I go. Fuck you very much, but I don’t break my promises.”
Jon stared at him for one beat, then another—and then promptly burst out laughing, his whole body shaking with the force of it. Martin stared at him, utterly bewildered, as the laughing slowly began to dissolve into desperate, heaving sobs, as he began rocking back and forth, arms wrapped around himself in a mockery of comfort.
“I miss you,” Jon gasped out, half-crazed. “So much. I miss you every day even though you’re right in front of me. But I can’t go to you, because I don’t deserve to, not when I’m the one who trapped you here. I’m everything that’s wrong with the world. I always have been.”
“Jon,” Martin sighed, low and tired.
Jon buried his face into his knees. “No, you shouldn’t—you shouldn’t forgive me just because you pity me, that’s not what I—I don’t—”
“Who said anything about forgiveness?” Martin shook his head. “Fine. You’re an asshole, and I hate you. But it’s like I said.” He gestured toward the Panopticon, the roots, the poisonous sky. “When has deserving ever mattered?”
Jon lifted his face from his knees, though his gaze stayed rooted to the floor. “...I suppose.”
“Right,” Martin agreed. “I’ve accepted that you’re not going to change your mind, but...at the very least, I don’t want to die alone. So can you please just…”
There was a long, weighted pause.
They’d had arguments like this what felt like hundreds of times before. Martin begging for Jon to change his mind, Jon refusing with that same resigned, determined expression on his face, before sending Martin back into his dreams.
Maybe it was because Martin wasn’t asking him to change his mind this time. Maybe it was because they were so close to the end of all things, and soon they’d be the last two people on earth. Maybe it was because Jon was tired, had been for so, so long, and he had won anyway, so there was no point in fighting any longer.
“Alright,” Jon whispered.
…
…
...
Bzzzt! Bzzzt! Bzzzt!
“Ugh, five more minutes,” Martin hissed, throwing an arm across his face.
Somewhere in the far distance, the toilet flushed. A moment later, a pair of feet padded lightly into the room, hesitated at the edge of the bed, and then made their way over to the desk. The alarm abruptly went silent.
Martin uncovered his eyes and grinned up at Jon as he tentatively slid back between the covers, every movement careful and deliberate, like he was reading stage directions from a script.
“Look at Mr. Workaholic, having a lie-in,” Martin teased, pulling Jon into his arms and inhaling the scent of his coconut shampoo. “Must be the end of the world, or something.”
Jon stiffened for just a moment, before turning around and burying his face into Martin’s chest. “Or something.”
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Mission Complete Ch 2
You had two goals in life. One: Complete your squad training without dying. Two: Fuck Levi Ackerman
Pairings: Levi/f!reader
Warnings: Swearing, eventual smut, lmk if I need to add anything~
Seven months later
Training under Captain Levi was a bitch. Rewarding as hell, but a fucking bitch. To make it worse, your time with the man was making your seemingly one sided thirst turn itself into something more, which you were absolutely unprepared for. It almost made you miss your training under the commendant, nasty death breath be damned.
You found that while it certainly drove you to your physical and mental limits, you genuinely liked the man you had spent the past few months trying to impress, even if he made your life a living hell by constantly asking more of you than he did any of the other prospective additions to his prestigious team. Wondering why, you briefly entertained the thought that maybe he held some sort of physical or emotional attraction towards you, but as you reflected on your interactions with the captain the past seven months you couldn't pinpoint anything that would be considered fanfiction worthy. There had been no lingering touches, no longing gazes from across the training grounds, not even so much as a wanting glance at your breasts that you tried so desperately to flaunt as naturally as possible when he would observe you all sparring. No, all you had to show for the past 212 days was having your face slammed into the dirt more times than you cared to count and an intimate connection with somehow always getting punished to deep clean the mess hall.
When some squad member whose name you couldn't be bothered to remember dropped by to give you a notice to be on the training grounds three hours earlier than normal, your best guess was that you had found some way to fuck something up without realizing and you would get to clean that fucking hall - again.
Unable to sleep for more than a few hours, you decided to forget trying to sleep, and a couple of orgasms courtesy of your well used friend later you decided to say fuck it, and got out of bed, grabbing your things to shower and get ready for the day even though not even the fucking sun had decided to grace the compound with it's presence. After cleaning yourself up and making sure all of your straps were secure you made your way to the training grounds, making a side trip to steal a thick chunk of bread and some cheese for your breakfast. With still a half hour to spare before the time you were supposed to be on the grounds by, you took your time making your way there, appreciating the empty halls and the quiet. Between training, having roommates, and a shared mealtime, quiet wasn't really something you got to experience anymore. Even your showers were normally noisy since private shower stalls appeared to be out of the military budget. Figures, a government run by men, you bet they thought about you hot female scouts showering together all the time. You took in the smell of the early morning air and took a hearty bite of the bread, shoving the thought of perverted and corrupt old men out of your mind and grabbed your water bottle to wash it down as you made your way across. Deciding you'd had enough sightseeing of the place you had literally spent over half a year you decided to just wait for whoever was supposed to meet you and you quickened your pace to get to the training field, chomping down the last of your breakfast.
After you arrived and had verified no one else was there you plopped down angrily onto a grassy area, figuring at least one other person should be there by now. Looking back, you didn't recall anyone else receiving any type of notice after dinner. You groaned loudly, running your fingers through your still damp hair. "Mother fucker, if one of those fucking fucks tricked me into waking up early I swear to-"
"You have quite the mouth on you, don't you Scout? I don't recall hearing you speak like that even after getting pounded into the ground by Reiner."
Choking on your spit from surprise and also wondering why the fuck he decided he had to word it like that you sprung to your feet, turning around and forming a proper salute. Oh Jesus.
"I-I'm sorry sir, I thought for a moment that someone had pranked me. I won't swear like that again, sir!" I swear to God if you make me clean the mess hall one more time I'll-
Levi smirked.
Holy shit.
"Relax, Scout, we both know you're lying about that. I'm the one that sent the notice for you, did you even bother noticing my signature at the bottom?" He questioned, raising an eyebrow and crossing his arms over those deliciously strong chest muscles.
Your eyes widened. To be honest, all you had seen on the notice was the time and place to be, you hadn't even thought of looking to see who had sent it. "You...you sent for me, sir?" Your confused tone seemed to amuse him, if his cocked eyebrow was anything to go by.
"Yes, you dumbass brat. You need to start reading things thoroughly," he frowned then, "I didn't take you as the type to be so thoughtless. Now, do you have any idea why I would have sent for you so early?"
Because clearly if you don't get to sleep none of us fucking do.
"No sir!"
"Put down the fucking salute, Scout, it's just you and me here."
You obeyed immediately, shifting into a more relaxed stance as you crossed your arms under your chest. You were almost positive you imagined him glancing down for the briefest of seconds but just as quickly brushed off the thought. You could only be so lucky; this wasn't some badly written fanfiction, after all. "No offense Captain, but I have no idea why I'm here. Did I do something to piss someone off? Did I piss YOU off?"
Levi rolled his eyes. "No. I want you-"
Holy FUCK-
"-to join my squad."
Oh.
Was it the moment you'd been training for for almost 3 years?
Yes.
Was it something you ever thought would happen?
Not quite.
Were you a little (okay, a significant amount of) disappointed when he continued to speak after the word 'you'?
Absolutely.
You grinned anyway.
"I thought you'd never ask, Cap."
Tags: @levisbebe @dannylothbrok
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Toronto mans Eren
This is all for jokes and it's just really funny to me so please don't come for me. This is the only Eren content you'll get outta me
Daddy’s got money so his parents don’t really care what he whats to do in the future
He wants to be an entrepreneur
Got into one of the best business programs in the province, focusing on marketing
His family is actually from Woodbridge but he says he’s from Toronto
His go-to outfit is a rugby shirt or his own branding on sweaters with skinny black jeans
His hair is long and he likes to wear it in a bun but sometimes he’ll use a headband
He carries extra hair ties for the ladies
He tries not to use Toronto slang at school but he loves it and when he sees his boys he just can’t help putting on that fake accent
He is a frat boy and he belongs to “Alpha Phi Alpha.” He rushed for this house purely because of alpha alpha
He loves his ‘brothers’ and he’s the one that always provides the goods because he’s rich.
That being said, he does care for them a lot and he’s always excited to hang out with his little
Toronto is a city of different peoples and cultures, especially at post-secondary institutions but you need money to join Greek life meaning that most of the people there aren’t poc
Eren lowkey seeks out friends from all kinds of background because he thinks it’s important to get to know all kinds of people (Connie)
That being said, he doesn’t think race is something that should separate people. All his friends are good people, it’s the ones that always try to separate people by their race that annoy him
He doesn’t say anything offensive but he laughs along when his poc friends make jokes
His love for his friends is what drove his clothing brand, a little homage for everything they have taught him
Eren actually gets good grades (cause he has to in order to stay in Greek life) but he does really well because he has personable energy to him
He might look like he could ruin your life with his glare but during presentations, he’s very charismatic and he cares about a lot of other people so their concerns are always put to ease during the question section
He has one ex-girlfriend that he refers to as crazy. Even after being broken up for nearly two years, he still talks about her and how he did her dirty
Now every girl is only out to hurt him and he only hooks up with people, preferably in their dorms or at parties so that when he goes back to the Alpha house, he doesn’t have to remember where he took her.
He says he’s straight but he loves cuddling and making out with his boys as a joke. It “doesn’t mean anything” but he’s so straight and confident in his sexuality he looks fruity
Some of his boys are acc fruity and this is another reason why he wants his brand to talk about how everyone is the same inside. Even if they like kissing each other for funsies, it shouldn’t matter
Takes you on bubble tea dates and then goes to the REC room to play you in skeeball, except he’s very much an “I’m not gonna let you win just cause I think you’re cute”
His Instagram bio is “The 6ix | WeAreOne Apparel | A.O.E.”
His brand is called “We Are One” and it’s to say that inside, everyone is the same and race doesn’t matter (great heart, no bueno understanding)
He has an Instagram page where he posts pics of his brand and asks his friends to help model for him, in return, they get free clothes and a discount code to give other people
It’s super overpriced but no one wants to tell him
It’s also a label that he has someone embroider onto champion and Nike sweaters and sweatpants
He also buys white socks in bulk that he tie-dyes for fun and includes as a little gift, along with a healthy snack bar, for each order
He drew this logo on the subway
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TITLE: In Your Eyes
WORD COUNT: 1,048
CHARACTERS: Kang Myungsoo & Park Sungho
WARNINGS: Age gap, manipulation, tbh it’s mostly just a lot of implied shady / creepy behaviors so proceed with caution. If anything else needs to be tagged more specifically please lmk!
SUMMARY: An insight into the beginnings of Myungsoo’s unhealthy relationship with his manager, Park Sungho.
A/N: This is kind of a prequel to their 'relationship', takes place predebut/early debut days. There is nothing super outright here yet (aside from Myungsoo's blatant crush), but it’s still a bit toxic/predatory so be warned.
This was the first time Myungsoo had ever been inside Sungho’s office alone. It was really the first time he’d truly been alone with Sungho at all. And so now he was sitting here, in one of the strangely uncomfortable chairs, feeling slightly awkward and out of place. Maybe it was the contrast of his pink cardigan to the dull colors of the space, or maybe it was the silence hovering over the room.
Sungho’s office seemed neat and put together, Myungsoo had always liked that about it. Myungsoo was often someone who thrived when things were in order, he needed it. He needed structure. However, what he didn’t like was the lack of color or the rug that felt akin to one you’d find in a waiting room. What he liked least of all---was the strange painting behind Sungho’s desk. It seemed to be the only outstanding color in the space, with a terrible depiction of watchful eyes. He hated it.
Sungho was talking to him, he knew this, but he wasn’t listening. Instead his gaze was trained on the painting behind Sungho, those stupid eyes glaring at him. “What is that?” Myungsoo says, almost abruptly.
“What?” Sungho turns his head to see where Myungsoo’s eyes were lingering, “the painting?”
“Yeah, it’s creepy.” Myungsoo is often hyper aware of his lack of filter, but it rarely does much to stop him. “I don’t like it.” Sungho looks slightly baffled, like he’s unsure what to say to that. Myungsoo realizes that maybe insulting your new manager’s decor wasn’t exactly --- polite. “Sorry,” he mumbles.
Sungho shakes his head, “it’s fine,” he says lightly. “Not everyone has the same tastes.”
“Do you really like it?” Myungsoo questions, glancing at the painting again and grimacing. He then looks back at Sungho, “it doesn’t make you feel uncomfortable?”
“There’s more meaning to it than you might think,” Sungho says simply. “And in any case it’s just a painting, it’s not like they’re real eyes.”
“A deeper meaning doesn’t make it any less unsettling,” Myungsoo retorts. “Or any less ugly.” Sungho looks surprised at his words and now Myungsoo wonders if he’s put his foot in his mouth. “No offense,” he forces out an awkward laugh.
Sungho chuckles, “you’re quite the art critic.” He shifts a little in his seat, “maybe sometime I can show you some other pieces, see what you do like.”
Myungsoo shrugs, “that could be cool. Hopefully your taste extends past --- that.”
“It definitely does,” says Sungho. “For now though, maybe we should discuss what you actually came here for.”
“That might be a good idea.” Myungsoo says.
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Myungsoo liked Sungho, a lot. Sungho took an interest in him, made him feel cared about. He made him feel good about himself, special. Sungho was mature, handsome, and well put together. Myungsoo admired him.
Myungsoo knows this isn't ideal, crushing on someone older than him, and especially his manager of all people. But he couldn't help it, he liked Sungho. He just did.
He'd jump at any excuse just to have a moment alone with him, he almost felt childish. But being around Sungho made him feel different and he liked that feeling. There were moments too, fleeting moments where he believed that maybe Sungho just might like him too. He doesn't know if it's truly something he should hope for, and yet, he can't help but to.
Right now, he's standing in Sungho's office. It was a rare occasion for him to be in here, especially alone. He still liked it, the tidiness of it all, even in spite of his grievances towards the rug and the painting. And he liked being near Sungho.
Myungsoo was standing there waiting, waiting for Sungho to look back up at him. For his attention to no longer be on the screen of his laptop. "Did you need something, Myungsoo?" He still doesn't look up quite yet.
Myungsoo doesn't really know why he's here, he thinks maybe he should have at least come up with a decent excuse. "I wanted to ask you something," he says. And it's not entirely untrue, Myungsoo has a lot of questions, he always did. But especially about Sungho.
"Must be important if you came by my office just to ask," says Sungho. He still wasn't really giving him his full attention and it only served to make Myungsoo feel even more embarrassed. "What is it?"
Myungsoo realizes he doesn't have a good question to ask, nothing to warrant a visit at least. But he doesn't want to just stand there silently, doesn't want the quiet to simply linger. And so he just asks what comes to mind: "Will you tell me more about yourself?"
Sungho looks up finally, “what is it that you want to know?”
Myungsoo shrugs, “I don’t know, what’s your life like?” Sometimes he was just curious about what Sungho was like outside of being their manager, the kind of people he knew and kept company with.
Sungho laughs, “my life is mostly working and just keeping busy otherwise.”
Myungsoo frowns, “you don’t have any hobbies? Or friends...no dates?” He was always just a little too inquisitive for his own good. Sungho’s eyes fall on Myungsoo’s face, there’s an intensity behind them. Myungsoo doesn’t know if he likes it or if it made him more nervous than anything else.
“Why are you so curious?” Sungho asks, brow quirking.
“I don’t know, why can’t I be? I just want to know more about you.” says Myungsoo.
Sungho looks at him, almost like he’s looking him over, assessing. There’s a curiosity in his own gaze. “I’ll tell you whatever you want,” he says. “But --- only if I get to ask you some questions of my own.”
Myungsoo honestly feels a bit strange under Sungho’s gaze sometimes, under his watchful eye. But he still couldn't ever bring himself to look away. It almost reminded him of the first time he’d ever been alone with Sungho, here in his office. The painting, still hanging on the wall. The eyes he couldn’t look away from no matter how they made him feel, no matter what they might’ve meant. Except he wants this, he wants Sungho’s eyes on him.
“That sounds like a fair deal to me,” Myungsoo says.
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Proud - King and Longing Heart
A/N: Hi, I'm sappy and emotional but I'm sure y'all have figured that out by now lmao. ANYWAYS hi it's Alistair and I's six month wedding anniversary today and uh here's a fic to celebrate 🥺 and that's abt all I have to say on that for once awnwisnehs I may also being posting a poem later if I can work up the courage but. We will see 😔
CW: Like 2 sec mention of alcohol but not even of consumption. Getting undressed but like domestically not sexually and no nudity. Silly banter where we're kind of going back and forth poking fun at each other but it's all flirty and in good fun and just how we talk!! Hint at Al feeling insecure? But not explicitly stated.
Word Count: 871
Tag List: @sacredempressnatlyia @ladynyat @solomates @cosmicselfship (I. Forget who was even on the tag list at this point. I need to post writing more. I should make a tag list post. Y'all just have this and if you would rather not be tagged just lmk no questions asked avatavtaavyaa!!! and if anyone else would like to be tagged/I forgot to tag you also just lmk as per usual <3)
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I fell back onto our bed dramatically as Alistair closed the door behind us, sighing loudly. “If Teagan doesn't start running Redcliffe and stop randomly showing up here to make us have formal dinners with him to discuss policy, I may go insane.”
His chuckle was low, and soothing, “Are you telling me you don't enjoy being grilled about what we intend to do for road infrastructure on the Imperial Highway?"
“After the huge construction effort that was made to re-pave the whole thing just last year? Not particularly, no.”
He laughed more loudly at that, “Can you really blame him for wanting to make sure that people have an easy time traveling to Redcliffe?”
I raised my head enough to look at him and raise an eyebrow in question, “Are you insinuating anyone has ever had a difficult time getting Redcliffe because of infrastructure and not the plethora of other issues that plague the Hinterlands? Because I beg to differ.”
“You've got me there.”
“Does that mean you'll tell Teagan to go home and stay home?”
“Are you insinuating Teagan listens to me? Because I beg to differ.”
“...You've got me there.” I sat up slowly, stretching my arms out, “Feel like helping me get this dress off? Because these laces are hell and I'd love you forever if you undid them so I don't have to.”
He placed a hand over his heart in mock offense as he moved to meet me at the mirror, “Ouch, I didn't know I was still earning your undying love.”
“I’ve gotta keep you on your toes somehow, can't have you getting complacent.”
“Right, because running a kingdom couldn't possibly be enough to keep me sharp.”
“I see we should be prioritizing curbing your ego, then. I'll note that.” I began undoing the necklace I was wearing as he began undoing the laces on my dress that I couldn't reach.
“So are we going to acknowledge that our wedding was six months ago today, or were we just intending to let that slip by?” His eyes met mine in the mirror over my shoulder once he posed the question.
“Ah, you noted that, did you? I didn't know if six months would be a milestone you'd consider.”
He shrugged, “I'm holding onto the really fancy wine until a full year, but half of one isn't something to snub, is it?”
“No, you're right. Quite impressive that we've gone a full six months of being officially joined at the hip and you're still not sick of my antics.”
He pouted softly, “If it makes you feel any better, I would never describe any of your behaviors as ‘antics’.” He finished with the laces and moved his hands to rest them on my shoulders, rubbing them softly.
“Six months and you've already got the whipped husband thing down pat. That really is the most impressive part, I'd say.”
He reached for one of my hands, raising it to his lips to kiss my knuckles softly, “I could've never perfected the mindset without your guidance. Or just my general adoration for you.”
I rolled my eyes, but couldn't stop my smile, “Oh, stop that. What did I say about derailing conversations with compliments?”
His eyes were gentle, and so was his hand on my shoulder. “Have I told you that I love you?” A thousand times, and he knew it.
“Have I told you I’m proud to be your wife?” His expression snapped to shock as he held my gaze in the mirror. A genuine question, and based on the reaction I was receiving, I assumed the answer was ‘no’.
“Well- I-” I was almost embarrassed to say that I found his sputtering endearing. Almost.
“How does it feel, being on the receiving end of the sudden compliment, huh?” My tone was teasing, but my voice was quiet.
His voice was choked with emotion even as he joked back, “Pretty good, actually. I really don't see what you've been complaining about.”
I ran my thumb over his knuckles, softly, “You know I mean it, right?”
“It's still a little hard to believe, if I'm being honest.”
I turned to face him, taking his face in my hands. Our height difference made the position awkward, as I was determined to look into his eyes, but I would make it work.
“You are the best man I have ever known, and I am proud of you. None of your accomplishments have been anything to write off, down to the way you retain your goodness even in spite of everything you've been through. To even be associated with you was one of the few things I wear as a badge of pride, and to now be viewed as your partner is truly all I could ask for. Do you understand?”
His misty eyes told me that he did. He opened his mouth to speak, but promptly shut it again, and settled for leaning down even farther to bury his face in my neck. I settled for bringing my hand up to run it through his hair, silently.
After a few moments, I both heard and felt him murmur, almost silently, “I love you.”
“And I love you, my King.”
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Initiates -- Original AC OC Fic
8//12/2020: Okay so yup here’s my OC espionage story that I’ve adapted for the AC universe. I proofread it once and will probably edit it again when I reread it in like two days lol. Thanks to @alexiios for solving my temporary naming crisis lol. If you want me to post OC fact files (if you enjoy this), then hmu/lmk! I loved writing this (like months ago) and I want to give you guys SOME content, so I hope you’ll have as much fun reading it as I had writing it! Tagging people that might enjoy it? (plus @/alexiios lmao don’t want to spam you with mentions)
Hard to believe that this is only 2242 words but ok go off i guess
Feedback greatly appreciated, as always!
WARNINGS: Violence, car crash, hospital mention, blood mention
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“I think I’m gonna check,” Jake lightly knocked his knuckles against the wooden table.
Zoe lifted the corner of her hand. “I raise thirteen.”
The last card was placed onto the table. Last chance to bet. “Twenty-six,” Jake gazed through his eyelashes, raising the bet once again.
Groaning, Zoe threw her cards onto the pile of chips in the middle of the table, two fives staring her in the face. “Fine, you win.”
“As per usual!” Jake laughed as he slapped a pair of kings down in front of him and collected his chips.
“Jesus! You always get the good hand!” Jake flashed a look of offense.
“No I do--” He was briskly interrupted.
“Name one time you’ve lost! I bet you cheat.”
Before he could reply, someone walked through the door of the lunch room. “Nick?” Jake’s voice laced in confusion as his smirk dropped.
“Break’s over. We need you both.”
Startled, the two followed their boss into a briefing room. “What’s the problem?” Zoe asked, leaning against the table. Jake sat down on a chair next to her, kicking his shoes onto the polished wood beside her. He popped some gum in his mouth before undoing his top button of his checked shirt; the two of them opted for a casual office day. Zoe and Nick both declined as he offered them each a piece. “Really? It’s strawberry…”
“Not now, Jake. We have a missing agent. You are two of our best trackers; no one else in the whole department is as… experienced. We need you to find him before it’s too late.” A picture was brought up; blond hair and brown eyes.
“He was last seen at these coordinates-- get on it.” Nick left the two in silence as he dropped two files on the table and left the room.
Zoe picked one up and slid the other one Jake’s way, hitting his shoes. Sitting straight, he leaned forwards to take a closer look. “I have the agent.”
“I’ve got the leads…” Zoe mumbled with a frown, sifting through the relatively thin file that had been accumulated over the past few days. CCTV screenshots, cases previously solved that could harbour motive for revenge, and a few other documents referring to things she had never seen or heard of before. “Hey, Jake?”
“Hmm?” He looked up with interest, his chewing paused.
“Have you ever heard of Abstergo Industries?”
There was a silence as he thought. “No; is it one of those massive corporations?”
Zoe’s eyes roamed various images of murder scenes, all having one thing in common; jewellry in the shape of a cross, circled in red ink. “Something like that…”
Did Nick mean for us to see this? It feels classified…
“So his name is Matthew Anderson. Twenty-six, unmarried, single child, no children. There is literally no record of him anywhere; no school record, no criminal record, no family record; nothing. Only things like “Favourite coffee shop”. The man’s an enigma. Why would anyone want to kidnap him? There’s no evidence to justify a ransom or leverage of any sort…”
“It does seem strange, but it might have something to do with this Abstergo place. Let’s go to that coffee shop and see what we can find.”
Jake followed Zoe towards the armory; full of necessary gear and equipment. The pair grabbed what they needed, namely the issued pepper spray and tasers. Their badges waited for them, along with any IDs they may need. “Ready?” Zoe debated bringing a firearm, but decided against it; there was already going to be one in the glovebox.
All Jake did was wink and smile, donning his jacket. “Always.”
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They spent the rest of the afternoon searching for answers in the coffee shop. Social media, local news posts, Police records-- even private databases -- all with the keyword, ‘Abstergo’. Jake left to the counter after a while to buy more coffee for the two of them; their eyes had begun to sting from staring at a screen for so long. Zoe was writing some information down in her notepad when she saw movement out of the corner of her eye. She glanced to see someone dressed in a grey hoodie and tracksuit bottoms. They had hidden their features under their hood, but Zoe could tell that they were looking in her direction. Hiding behind fallen hair, she rubbed her palms against her jeans.
Jake returned with her latte, placing it down before sitting to nurse his cappuccino. He noticed how unsettled she had become. “You okay? You look as if you’ve seen a ghost.” After he spoke, he licked the milk mousse moustache from his upper lip.
Zoe smiled, his actions calming her slightly. “I’m fine,” she said. “It’s just…” She lowered her voice. “There’s a guy over there. He’s just… staring.” Jake quickly flitted his gaze over in that direction and then back at his partner, his head unmoving.
“He is a bit creepy, isn’t he?” he mumbled. “Feel like getting out of here?”
“Please.” Jake left to get takeaway cups as Zoe started clearing the table.
The sun had already begun to set as they left the coffee shop and got into an unmarked van designed for undercover work. As they were driving down some narrower country lanes, Jake noticed something out of the rearview mirror. “Uh, Zo’?” She hummed in reply from the driver’s seat, preoccupied with the road. “I think someone’s following us.”
“What should we do?” she asked, turning left. For the second time that day, Jake was interrupted. A bullet shattered one of the back windows.
“Not much!” Jake took the pistol out of the glovebox and began firing back. Zoe stole a glance behind her.
“Look out!” Jake grabbed the steering wheel and pulled. The wheels veered out of control and the van tumbled. It rolled off the road.
The vehicle eventually stopped, lying capsized on the grass. Footsteps approached the door. “Yeah, boss; we got ‘em,” a gravelly voice stated. Jake, barely conscious, never moved a muscle. “Roger,” the voice said again, and footsteps started to recede.
“Zoe,” Jake groaned. He got a quiet mumble in response. His nose alerted him to the imminent danger they were in; the smell of petrol. Trying to move, he winced at the sudden throbbing pain in his head.
And his torso.
And his back.
He took a step to remove his seatbelt, bracing himself as he hit the roof below him. He groaned as his upper back collided with the ground. “Hey, Zo’.” Jake crawled below her and tried to unbuckle her seatbelt with a sense of panic. “Damn,” he cursed. The seatbelt wasn’t going to loosen willingly. He searched for any solution and found a glint in the half opened glovebox by his feet. He had rediscovered his pocket knife.
Quickly, he pulled it open and stuck it in the seatbelt box, jiggling it around; waiting for the click.
After a few painstaking moments, the restraint opened. He ripped it off and Zoe fell onto Jake’s torso, immediately winding him.
“Come on, Zo’; we need to get out of here.” His arm clung to her waist and he wriggled out as fast as he could from the flammable scrap. He was relieved as he inhaled fresh air; flushing out his lungs from the scent of leaking petrol.
Once they were clear of the vehicle, Jake laid Zoe out of sight and began to lightly touch her face. “Wake up, Zo’. We need to leave!” There was a minimal groaning response; but she was still conscious-- with her eyes half open. “That’s good enough for me.” With difficulty, he scooped his partner into his chest, stood up shakily, and tried to walk in a straight direction.
“FREEZE!” He stopped, closing his eyes. His arms were trembling in exhaustion, and his heart begun to palpitate. “Turn around—slowly.” He listened, clutching Zoe tightly.
“Come on, mate,” Jake tried, making earnest eye contact. “You don’t want to do this.” His eyes scanned the gun pointed at the two of them worriedly.
“I don’t think that you’re in the position to tell me what to do.” The same voice, body turning in the shadows, triggered his radio. “Sir, they’re still alive.” A static grumble was all that could be deciphered in Jake’s ringing ears. “Yes, boss.”
The gun began to aim. “Don’t move.”
The safety clicked. “It would be in your best interest to close your eyes.”
Jake waited, watching the trigger, steeling his already hardened glare.
Nothing happened.
Until, in a split second, the gun moved from Jake’s chest to Zoe’s.
“NO!”
BANG!
Bodies were sent flying down the hill Jake had painfully trekked up. They rested at the bottom of the hill; lying still-- breathing stiller. “They’re finished now, boss,” the voice quipped.
There was a sound of car doors slamming and a car engine starting, and it began to drive away.
It was still for a moment…
Until Jake grimaced. One of his arms were trapped under Zoe’s body This time, she was out cold. Jake wiped the grime off of his forehead, before being engulfed in a stabbing pain. He let out a broken cry. Zoe was unharmed; a concussion was assumed, at worst.
But Jake was shot. And he was bleeding out. He choked on his words; the pain kept swallowing them.
What he needed was an ambulance--and fast.
He only had one arm to move his body, and it caused him the most pain he had ever felt.
“Argh,” he groaned. “Z-Zo’.”
He had to find something-- anything-- to call for help. He searched his pockets, but he knew that he wasn't prepared for situations like this.
… But maybe Zoe was.
“Zoe,” Jake attempted to shake her awake. “Please, wake up!”
There was minimal movement.
“Help me out here, love...” He pressed against his side with his hand, whilst his other worked on slipping out from under Zoe’s body. Eventually, he managed to retrieve his trapped limb.
There was no blood on Zoe’s clothing, and Jake reassured himself that she was unharmed-- relatively.
He placed both his hands on his side, focusing on stopping the bleeding as much as possible. A wave of nausea overcame him; the heat from the flaming vehicle caused his stomach to churn almost endlessly as he glanced down. Blood was seeping through his fingers, and Jake’s vision was becoming increasingly blurred; he allowed himself to close his eyes, wanting nothing more than to pass out. He felt his mind begin to cloud over, but there was a certain buzzing in his ears. It was faint, but it was there…
The last thing he heard was his name being called by a half familiar voice.
He only hoped that it wasn’t too late…
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Beep after beep after beep… his ears would explode any moment now. He tried to inhale through his nose, and quickly had the urge to itch as something constantly prodded inside his nostrils.
Task 1 -- open your eyes.
His eyelids felt content to stay obstructing his vision, yet his instincts said otherwise, and they obstinately broke apart.
It was dark. That was his first observation.
Being in what he assumed was the hospital, the stereotype inclined him to believe that bright white lights would be the first thing he would see. That certainly wasn’t the case. The moon cast through the half open blinds, the entire building held an air of kenopsia.
Jake, still feeling drowsy, decided to wait until the sun rises to make any moves; all he knew was that he was safe, and he could allow himself to let go.
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He closed his eyes for a second, and the sun was up, being met with a familiar face.
“Hey,” Zoe smiled, tension relaxing her shoulders.
“Hi,” Jake replied, a smug grin playing on his lips. “Are you okay?”
“Am I okay? I’m not the one in a hospital bed.”
“Just making sure.”
“I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for you.”
Jake chuckled. “You know me; I’m full of surprises.”
There was a calm silence that clouded over the room. “They said you were lucky, you know. You’ve been out for three days.” Zoe looked over at the IV drip that was taped to his arm.
“The best three days of your life, I bet?” he chuckled.
“No, no; Jake, they were the worst days I think I’ve ever had. Don’t pull a stunt like that ever again -- for both our sakes.”
He couldn’t help but smile. A few rapid knocks on the door interrupted the moment, and Nick came through the door. “Alright?”
“Alright.”
“Not bad.”
He sighed. “You probably have some questions.”
“So many questions…”
“You don’t even know…”
He raised his hand, silencing both voices. “Once you’re both ready, I will answer them. But for now, you’ll rest and recover. I apologise for… all of this.” He turned to leave, but stopped as if he forgot something. Without a word, he pulled out a coin, flipping it in Zoe’s direction, who caught it automatically. He nodded intently, and left. She shared a look with Jake, turning the now recognisable token in her hand. It wasn’t any form of currency, but instead had a certain insignia minted in the centre; a rather obscure looking ‘A’. If it was an ‘A’ at all…
“What do you think it means?” Zoe asked.
Jake shifted, slightly groaning. “I don’t know. But whatever it is, will change everything.”
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Halloween
Summary: you and the avengers spend Halloween together.
Characters: Y/N (your name), Bucky, Loki, Thor, Tony, Steve, Sam, Natasha, Clint, Vision, Wanda, Peter, Shuri.
Warnings: cursing, tbh thats it. VINE REFERENCES
Word Count: 2.4
A/N: hi.. I’m sry I haven’t written in a while. School has been killing my creativity. This is gonna be more of a miniseries, more like 2-3 parts. It’s prob not gonna get much attention, but if you like it, just comment or re blog bc it helps my confidence with posting stuff on here. This is also inspired by a meme I saw (Ill post it at the bottom of the story) and a video with Anthony Mackie and Chris Evans (link) Masterlist is here
Tag List: @sea040561 @wednesday-add-em @kmuir1 (lmk if you wanna join)
Halloween was a week away. Tony being Tony, already paid for the decorations for the tower, so basically all of the floors look like a haunted house. Rolls of toilet paper stretched across arches in the hallways, tiny spiders were all over furniture, bones and eyes and zombies and witches and everything in between that you could possibly think of was in the tower. The tower looked like a zombie on steroids; creepy yet entertaining at the same time.
Everyone was fine with the decorations, but the costumes were a big issue. Steve and Tony kept arguing over the ideas, both of them wanting to do group costumes. Everyone else had their ideas too, but Tony and Steve were at each other's throats for the past couple weeks, since like August. Your room in the tower was right by the meeting office, so hearing the two of them screaming at each other for the most stupid shit was driving you insane. Once it got to the point where you had to yell at them to shut up.
This morning, a week before Halloween, while everyone was there, you cleared your throat while you heard Steve and Tony bickering.
“Guys this is getting to be too much. We need to have a meeting to discuss these fucken costumes.” you said.
“Yeah this is getting out of control,” Nat agreed.
“Guys, cmon, you have to agree with me. All of us having Iron Man suits would be awesome. We could fly around the city all night and have so much fun!” Tony said.
“Tony, stop. All of us being soldiers is better.” Steve countered.
“STOP!” Clint groaned. “You guys are insane. We need to discuss this as a group.”
Tony and Steve sat across from each other, glaring at each other. Death was looming between them.
“Fine,” Tony sighed. “When and where?”
“The office, 2pm,” Nat said. “And everyone has to show up, that means you too Bucky.”
Bucky groaned from the other side of the room. He hated group discussions, he liked working alone better. Said that it was faster to be alone and you didn’t have to worry as much.
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2pm finally rolled by. Everyone has showed up in the big office, one that seemed a little too big. Everyone was tired of the bickering and had showed up, thankfully.
Tony, Steve, Natasha, Clint, Thor, Bucky, Sam, Peter P, Shuri, Wanda, Vision, Loki and you were crowded around the table. Tony was standing at the end with a whiteboard, prepared to write down ideas.
“So guys, what do you want to do?” Tony said.
“What about we dress up as famous Star Wars characters?” Sam suggested.
“Nah, Steve isn’t going to know who Yoda is. That’s a must if we do Star Wars.” Tony said.
“Devils and Angels?” Wanda said.
“Not original,” Steve said.
“What about we just wear each other’s costumes?” Thor suggested.
“You really think you are gonna wear my wings?” Sam said, a hint of annoyance in his voice that made you and Bucky snicker.
“I don’t think any of you guys want to wear a leather catsuit,” Nat said.
“We could dress up as famous vines,” Shuri offered, smirking at you and Peter.
The three of you quoted vines daily and the rest of the team never knew what you guys meant, which made it even more fun. Eventually, Sam, Bucky and Clint started learning vines with you because they kept saying things which you guys followed up with vine references. The frustration got to the three men and they started to learn with you, but they weren’t nearly as attentive as you, Shuri and Peter.
“What’s a vine?” Steve asked.
“Vine was a website created in 2012, officially released in 2013. It was ultimately shut down in 2016. Vine was a website where users would create short videos an-” Vision said.
“Vis, I don’t think they want a whole essay,” Wanda said, seeing the reactions of the other Avengers. Sam had started to fake snore, Loki was muttering something to Peter about knifes, and Shuri was about to watch vines, from what you could tell.
“It’s this app filled with people saying and doing stupid things for attention,” Nat sighed.
“IT IS NOT STUPID! VINE WAS LEGENDARY!!” Shuri shouted.
“YOU WOULD DO THINGS FOR THE VINE, YOU UNCULTURED SWINE!!” you shrieked.
“EDUCATE YO SELF!” Clint shouted, right in Natasha’s ear. Doing that earned him a hard punch in the back of the head.
“Well I don’t have all day so we need something,” Tony groaned, hitting his expo marker against the whiteboard.
You and everyone else was trying to come up with ideas when all the sudden, quiet Peter Parker, who was pretty much the baby of the tower, spoke up.
“Mr. Frost Giant, God sir?” Peter asked.
“Loki,” Loki sighed, pleasantly shocked.
“So, you have ice powers right?” Peter continued.
“Yes, I am an ice giant,” Loki said.
“You should be Elsa for Halloween,” Peter gasped.
Then, out of nowhere, Clint jumped up, looking like he had 5 monster energy drinks and 10 packs of warheads.
“I’LL BE MERIDA!!!” he screamed.
“I must assume that I am going to portray Elsa then,” Thor said, with a smile on his face.
“So...we are doing Disney princesses?” Tony asked, slightly confused.
“Looks like it,” Bucky said.
“Who the fuck am I gonna be?” Shuri asked.
“Language.” Steve said.
You and Shuri looked at each other for a moment and with a slight nod of your head, you were both in a song.
“FUCK SHIT PUSSY ASS!!!” you and Shuri sang.
“MOTHERFUC-” Peter started to continue, but Tony just slapped his hand over Peter’s mouth. Tony swore that Peter wasn’t like a son to him, but this didn’t help his situation.
Steve was turning ad red as a tomato in his seat, not being able to process all the dirty words that escaped yours and Shuri’s mouths.
“Ok, who are all the Disney Princesses?” Tony asked, frustration in his voice as he looked down at Peter. Tony gave him a look, one that said “Stop this shit or you get your suit taken away for two weeks” and once Peter nodded his head slightly, Tony removed his hand.
Vision started to list a bunch of them off, even some of the ones that aren’t considered princesses, like Megara, Alice and Jane. Once Tony had a list of all the princesses, he started to write of all the avengers, making lines to match them up with their character.
“Ok, who wants to find their Disney princess counterpart first?” Tony asked.
“Me, I already asked before,” Shuri said rolling her eyes.
“Well I mean you already are a princess.” you said.
“Oh,” Shuri said. “I don’t have to dress up then. Haha. You can cross my name off, Tony.”
Tony sighed and rolled his eyes, while taking her name off.
“Next?” he sighed.
“What about me?” Steve asked.
“Oh this is gonna be interesting.” Sam grinned.
“Snow White.” Bucky said, without even hesitating.
“Wait why?” you asked.
“Ohhhhh, I think I see why,” Wanda smirked.
“Continue Barnes,” Natasha said.
“First of all, Snow White was the very first princess to come out. She came out in the thirties or forties. She’s the oldest. Steve was the first avenger and he is the oldest.” Bucky said.
“Bucky, you are a couple months older than me.” Steve countered.
“Second,” Bucky continued, ignoring his friend completely. “She is like the most gullible and is surrounded by followers. Snow White was like living with seven dwarfs. And she was underage and just lived with them. Steve here, was the leader of the Howling Commandos. And I was in that group, so I had to endure him and his stupid ass decisions, but I couldn’t elect to ignore it.”
“That’s offensive,” Steve said.
“That's the point,” Bucky said.
“Ok so Steve is Snow White.” Tony declared, making a line between Snow White and Steve on the whiteboard. “NEXTT!”
“Me,” said the super secret Russian spy.
“Hmm..” you thought.
“Megara,” said Clint.
“Oh that's a good one,” Sam agreed.
“Who is Megara?” Steve asked.
“She is an attractive Greek lady that Hercules, the son of Zeus, who is the King of the Greek Gods, falls in love with.” Thor explained.
“Thor, how do you of all people know that?” Shuri asked. “Shouldn’t Vision know all of these things?”
“M’lady, I am formally educated in Disney movies by the request of Peter Parker, also known as ‘The One and Only Friendly Neighborhood Spiderman’.” Thor explained.
“Kid, you make Thor, the God of Thunder, sit through Sleeping Beauty?” Tony asked, shocked.
“My dear man of Iron, Sleeping beauty was quite relaxing. That Prince Philip, that amazing man, demonstrated quite intellectually advanced ways to use a sword. Ways that I can use Storm-breaker effectively in battle.” Thor smiled.
Tony and Sam shared a look of disgust with a combination of interest and concern.
“Thor, I don’t think you can learn fighting tactics from a cart-” Vision started.
“I need to watch the movies again,” Clint and Bucky muttered under their breaths.
“No she should be Mulan,” Wanda said. “Mulan is determined and strong. Megara just messed with the God of Death.”
“I mess with death all the time,” Natasha countered.
“I should be Megara.” Bucky stated.
“Because you almost died?” Steve asked.
“Because your soul is dark and empty?” Sam asked.
“Yes and no. My hair is long, not as long as her’s but I can make it work. Hair extensions. She plays with Hercules’ emotions. She is also strong and independent. Like me.” Bucky explained.
“That settles it. Bucky is Megara and Natasha is Mulan.” Tony said, making lines between the two avengers and their princesses.
“nEXXttT!” Tony shouted.
“Me me me!” Wanda said happily.
“Yes Mr. Stark I would like to go as well.” Vision added.
“Wanda would make the perfect Moana.” Thor said. “Moana and Wanda both demonstrate very strong emotions, which affect their abilities regarding their powers and limits and they care deeply about the people that mean the most to them.”
He nudged Loki in the shoulder to try to get him more involved in the meeting. Loki was just throwing his knives up in the air, and Peter was getting very interested, and getting dangerously close to the God of Mischief. Tony was eyeing the two of them very, very carefully.
“Yeah, yeah sure,” Loki sighed, just going along with Thor or the sake of it.
“Who would Vision be then?” Sam asked.
“He could be the dead grandma,” Clint suggested.
“Yeah, that one that turned into the manta ray.” Nat agreed.
“It’s settled. Moana and Dead Grandma Ray.” Tony said, making the lines once again. He had to add “dead grandma” to the board for Vision’s sake.
“NeXXXXXtttT!!” he shrieked.
“Tony, you should be Belle,” Natasha said.
“Yeah. I mean, they both fall in love and save the people that mean the most to them, even if it means putting their own life at risk.” Steve agreed.
“And they are both really smart.” Peter added.
“Peter, you just had to say that and I would have been on board. Now I had to listen to Steve and Natasha for a minute.” Tony groaned as he drew a line between his name and Belle’s.
“Thanks Tony,” Steve said sarcastically.
“Your welcome, Capsicle.” Tony gleamed back.
“Sam should be Cinderella.” Bucky said.
“OMG that works!!” Shuri exclaimed.
“Yeah..” Sam realized. “I’m Cinderella ‘cause she broke, homie.”
“Yeah,” Steve said, smiling from ear to ear, looking back at Sam.
“She represent me, yooo,” Sam said. Then he looked over at Steve and said, “Lemme borrow twenty dollas.”
By this point, Steve couldn’t hold in the laughter and almost fell out of his chair. And Sam, being as he called it “Steve’s best friend, better than Bucky,” saved Steve from collapsing on to the floor.
“Steve is the cinder princess. Deal with it.” Tony declared, adding another line.
“NeeXXttTTT!” Tony screamed.
“Now, all that’s left is Peter and Y/N,” Wanda said, eyeing you two.
“Peter should be Rapunzel. Before they face the real world, they are both innocent, but then when they see what the world is really like, it changes them.” Thor said, analyzing the similarities between the princess and the superhero.
“Jesus Christ, why is Point break actually really on point?” Tony asked.
“My dear Stalk of corn, I am educated like I told you earlier. Insect man has really helped me tap into my inner child and all of the pain my demon brother made me endure.” Thor said.
“Spiderman,” Peter mumbled.
“I take that as a complement.” Loki stated, out of the blue.
“Rapunzel is Parker.” Tony declared.
“Last but not least, Y/N.” Steve said.
Now, it took everyone a while to come up with a princess for you. You didn’t fit the exact mold or looks of a certain princess, so it was definitely harder.
“What about Alice?” Sam said/
“Why the fuck would she be Alice?” Bucky asked.
“Because Alice in Wonderland is supposed to portray the effects of drugs.” Sam explained.
“So your saying that I act like a drug addict?” you asked.
“NO!” Sam shouted.
“Sam, drop it before you dig your own grave.” Steve said.
“What about Jasmine?” offered Wanda. “You have a very free spirit like her, and she’s your favorite princess.”
“Yeah sure, that sounds fine.” you agreed.
“Y/N is Jasmine! dOOONNEe!” Tony shouted with relief.
“WAIT I CHANGED MY MIND!” Shuri shrieked. “I WANNA BE A PRINCESS. I WANNA BE TIANA SHE IS AN ABSOLUTE BADASS!”
“FINE!” Tony shouted back. “NOW WE ARE DONE. EVERYONE HAPPY?”
Everyone in the room, not wanting to disagree with a hot-headed Tony, looked around at each other and slowly nodded their heads.
“Great!” Tony smiled, a complete change in moods. “Tomorrow we are going to Party City to get our costumes. Everyone in this room has to come so we can get the wigs and dresses and makeup. No skipping out. That includes you Clint, Bucky and Loki.”
The three men who were called out rolled their heads and sighed. But they agreed to go. To Tony’s happiness.
“Great. Meeting finished. Pepper wants me for something. Probably for the party. Nobody try to call me or you will be met with an ear rape of AC/DC.” Tony said, putting on his glasses and promptly leaving the room in Stark fashion. Everyone eventually left the room, you being lost in your thoughts.
“You coming, doll?” Bucky asked, seeing you were still sitting in the room.
“Ya, I’ll be out in a second.” you said.
“Alright, you, me and Clint are doing a Disney marathon for fighting tactics. Don’t be late or you because we are gonna eat all the food. I don’t wanna hear you complain.” Bucky said, walking out the door with a lazy drag of his legs.
Now, relief filled your body. Now you wouldn’t have to hear arguing about costumes! And they actually agreed to costumes, shockingly. Now you just couldn’t wait to go to Party City and endure all the chaos. And then, you left the room to watch Disney movies again, for fighting tactics.
Oh, the chaos that awaits.
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Shiver - One
Pairing: Werewolf!Calum Hood x Reader
Summary: The seasons always have changed too fast
Warnings: Swearing(?)
Requested: Nah
Disclaimer: The idea of how the werewolves change form comes from the fantastic Wolves of Mercy Falls series by Maggie Steifvater, as does the title of the series, though the plot of this mini series is mine. But you should all totally go and check out this series bc it’s fucking awesome
A/N: so this is the first official part of my werewolf!Cal series! I hope y’all are all as excited about it as I am! Sorry there was a bit of a delay in posting it on account of all the Valentines Day blurbs I was posting instead but I’m really proud of this and I can’t wait to see what y’all think so please remember to lmk - comment, reblog, send an ask, whatever! But please just let me know :) as always if you want to be tagged then please send an ASK - comments on this post or the series masterlist will be ignored and also remember what if you are already on the tag list and you don’t respond to this post (with a comment etc) I will be removing you out of the assumption you no longer want to be tagged :)
Prologue // One // Two // Three
Y/N pulled the blanket up to the man’s chin. She had taken off her coat the second she found him passed out in the snow, his lips turning blue and his fingers icy white from the lack of blood in them, and had draped it over him in a somewhat feeble attempt to help him regain some warmth.
The whole time she had dragged him back to her house - a long, painful process seeing as though the man was much larger and heavier than her, complete deadweight in her arms - her head was spinning with the possible explanations for the situation she found herself in.
There was no doubt in her mind that the whimper she had heard had been of the animal variety, and there was no chance at all that the hunt would have shot the man knowingly.
They were arseholes, yes, but none of them wanted a murder charge.
Once she had succeeded in dragging the man back to her house she had only managed so far as bringing him to the living room where she left him on the carpet in front of the fire, still with her coat draped over him in an attempt to preserve his modesty. She had then gone to grab a first aid kit, hoping to do the best she could with her feeble medical knowledge in an attempt to save his life.
Y/N had cleaned the wound and wrapped it as best she could but she knew that what she had done would not suffice but there was little more that she could manage with the man passed out. There was no way that she would be able to get him to a hospital without him being conscious.
So she had settled with her sloppy attempt at bandaging him and had placed a pillow under his head and piled blankets on top of him, desperately trying to get some heat back into his body.
Now, she looked at the man, allowing her eyes to drag over the features of his face. His messy brown hair, his darkish skin, his plump lips.
If Y/N wasn’t as terrified of what the man could be as she was she would have found him attractive.
If he was what Y/N thought he was then she was in trouble.
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There was a crash from the living room and Y/N jumped up from her place sat at the kitchen table.
The man was crouched in the corner of the room in a defensive position, his eyes wide and scared, staring at his hands. His head snapped up when Y/N rushed in and he immediately assumed a more offensive stance, his teeth bared.
Y/N held up her hands, hearing her own heart thumping loudly and wildly in her chest.
“Who are you? What have you done to me?”
The man’s voice was low and husky. Danger seeped out of every word.
Y/N swallowed thickly. She wondered if she had made the right choice in trying to save his life.
“I’m… I’m Y/N,” she said, her eyes searching his distrustful brown ones. There was an animalistic gleam in them which scared and intrigued Y/N even more. “I… I tried to help you,” the words were a plea for him to listen to her, to realise that she hadn’t done… whatever it was that he seemed to be accusing her of.
The man launched himself at her, his hands pinning down on her shoulders, forcing her to the ground. He snarled at her and Y/N’s eyes began to water, fearful beyond belief.
“I found you outside! In the snow! You were shot!”
The final statement seemed to make something click in the man’s brain and he slowly moved away from her, his eyes dropping down to his bare stomach with its sloppy bandage.
“Did you do this?” He asked after a moment. Y/N swallowed again and nodded.
“I-I was going to take you to a hospital,” she rushed out and the man’s head snapped back up to her, his lips curled once more in a snarl, his eyes aflame with anger but Y/N could see the fear that floated in them as well.
“No hospital.”
“Okay… no hospital,” Y/N agreed gently, sitting up as slowly as she could. “Should I… should I get you some clothes?” She offered. It was only then that the man seemed to realise he was completely naked and he turned away from her, nodding, trying to hide his embarrassment. “Follow me.”
She led the man through her family home and to the bathroom, opening the door and allowing him to enter it.
“You can shower and… clean up and I’ll leave some clothes outside for you?” She suggested and the man nodded, distrust still lingered in his eyes but Y/N did her best to ignore it. She went to close the door but his hand shot out to stop her, shaking his head.
“Open.” He insisted.
It was definitely fear in his eyes as he spoke.
Y/N nodded, closing it a little further, the man moving with the door to make sure that he could still see her.
“How about there?” She asked, the door most of the way closed but she knew that he would still be able to see out into the hallway. The man hesitated for a moment before nodding. Y/N formed the best smile she could manage considering the circumstances and she was surprised at the man’s attempt to mimic it.
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“Y/N,” she turned at the sound of her name, smiling nervously at the man.
“Hi.”
“I’m sorry,” he breathed and Y/N’s eyes widened. “Thank you for helping me,” his words sounded almost pained and there was a grimace on his face. Y/N’s eyes trailed down, locking on how one of his hands was resting on his side in the place he had been shot.
“You need to sit down,” she worried, approaching him. She wasn’t thinking when she took him by the arm and led him into the living room, seating him down in front of the fire. The man didn’t fight her, though, just allowed her to maneuver him. Y/N placed a blanket on top of him, watching how he curled up under it.
“Thank you,” he repeated, his eyes closing, his hands pulling the blanket tighter around him.
“Are you warm enough?” She asked nervously, remembering how freezing his skin had been when she first found him. The man nodded wordlessly. “Do you want some tea?” He gave another silent nod.
When Y/N returned with two steaming mugs of tea, the man peaked his eyes open and held out his hands, clasping his mug to his chest.
Instead of joining him in her usual space on the sofa, she instead sat on the armchair usually reserved for her father.
“Calum,” the man finally spoke up after a few minutes of silent observation on his part and silently pretending that she couldn’t feel the man’s eyes searching her on Y/N’s.
“Pardon?”
“My name’s Calum.”
“Y/N,” she said again, for lack of knowing what else she could offer him.
Calum’s lips curled up in a slight semblance of a smile, which made Y/N’s own lips quirk up in response. He had a nice smile.
“Calum…” it was Y/N who broke the awkward silence this time, having seen his eyes slip closed and the grimace of pain that his smile had morphed into. “I really think you need to go to the hospital.”
“I said no hospital,” Calum gritted out, his eyes still closed.
“They could help you.” Calum’s eyes shot open and he glared at the woman.
“They think I’ve been dead for four years.”
Silence fell between them again as Calum’s statement sunk in.
“I haven’t done enough, Calum… I don’t have any medical training.” Calum allowed his eyes to fall closed.
“It will do for now… it will work as we wait,” he assured her and Y/N was taken aback by his calm tone of voice.
“As… as we wait for what?” Y/N questioned, it was a reluctant question, though, as though she was scared of what Calum’s answer may be.
Calum let out a content, relaxed sigh.
“They’ll come… they have to come…”
It sounded like he was trying to reassure himself more than anything and Y/N swallowed, no idea what she should respond to him with.
“Y/N?”
“Yeah?”
“Talk to me?”
“What?”
“Distract me as we wait?” He asked, peaking his eyes open again.
“What are we waiting for?” Y/N tried again and Calum’s expression was soft as he smiled at her.
“My family.”
“Do you want me to call someone?” Y/N offered but Calum shook his head, a wry laugh leaving his lips.
“They’ll find me.” He promised.
“Can I ask what you are?” Y/N ventured and Calum’s smile broadened a little.
“Well… I guess I owe you some sort of explanation to thank you for saving my life.” He mused, amusement twinkling in his eyes.
“I couldn’t have let you die.”
“Oh really?” Calum questioned.
“I mean I thought about it and then realised I had morals,” Y/N deadpanned. She was surprised by the laugh it brought from the wounded man on her sofa.
“I’m a werewolf.”
Y/N was clearly less shocked by the revelation than Calum had expected her to be.
“I thought werewolves changed on the full moon?”
“Some do,” Calum grunted out as he shifted in his spot on the sofa, his face contorting with pain. “But they’re from… other parts of the world,” he explained. “Around here we shift with the weather.”
“Seasonal werewolves?” Y/N asked and Calum shrugged.
“That’s one way of putting it I guess.” His voice was filled with laughter.
“So you change…”
“I turn into a wolf when it’s cold.” Calum deadpanned and Y/N nodded hesitantly, feeling a little light headed.
“Yeah… I thought that was what you were trying to tell me.”
Silence fell between them again as Calum’s announcement sunk in for Y/N.
“How come you’re human now, then?”
“When we die, we die in our human form… my body must have given up on me. It couldn’t sustain my wolf form and so shifted me back,” Calum theorised, though it was clear that he was equally unsure about the reasoning.
“That sucks.”
“Hm?”
“That even your own body has literally no faith in you,” Y/N supplied. Calum looked at her for a moment, taking in her sarcastic tone of voice before bursting out laughing.
“Yeah, I guess that is what happened.”
“Are you… are you warm enough now?” Y/N asked, clearly worried at the idea of Calum shifting back into a wolf in her living room. He let out another chuckle and nodded.
“Don’t worry - I’ll let you know if I start feeling particularly wolf-like,” he promised drily, shifting a little closer to the fire, his eyes dropping closed again.
“Should I put the TV on?” She offered quietly and Calum gave a stiff nod of his head.
They watched episodes of ‘Friends’ in silence, the jokes occasionally drawing a laugh from one or the other of them. About an hour in, however, Calum sat up.
“They’re here.” He looked over at her. “Help me up?” Y/N nodded, rising wordlessly from her seat, able, now to hear barking and growling outside her house and her heart thudded in her chest in fear and anticipation.
Calum’s arm rested around her shoulder, leaning heavily on the woman who had saved him. His other hand clutched at the blanket he had been under, keeping it secured around him. They half-walked-half-stumbled towards the glass door to her garden.
Y/N couldn’t believe her eyes when she saw five wolves congregated on the grass outside. In a split second, they turned all together, their eyes fixed first on her and her breath caught in her throat in complete fear when one of their lips curled up in a snarl. But then they slid across to Calum. The one stood at the front of the pack barked and leaned back on his back legs.
“This is about to blow your mind,” Calum’s words were a whisper, a proud smile curling at his lips as his eyes remained set on the wolves, the others having copied the stance of the wolf at the front.
Her heart was in her throat, her eyes wide and disbelieving as the wolves began to shift. Bones breaking and shifting from wolves to form a human structure, fur disappearing to be replaced with skin, paws replaced with hands and feet, firmly planted in the snow.
The wolf - the human at the front of the pack, the one who Y/N placed easily as being the leader - lifted his head, jet black hair tousled and falling in his eyes. Hazel eyes which had so terrified her when he was a wolf looked at both her and Calum before a grin formed on his face, dimples slicing his cheeks as he stood, uncaring of his lack of decency.
Calum pulled away from Y/N as the man walked towards them, the rest of the pack not far behind - a tall blond man who would have been somewhat intimidating to Y/N even if she hadn’t seen him just change from being a wolf, followed by a beautiful woman with long dark hair and soft features. The other man who stood walked just behind the leader had almost white-blond hair and pale skin, his eyes shifted untrustingly at Y/N and she placed him as the wolf who had snarled at her but before he could do that again, the woman who stood behind him with purple hair placed her hand on his arm, calming him down.
Calum almost fell from the lack of support he had from Y/N after he had pulled away from her but the pack leader let out a quiet laugh, dimples deepening as he stepped forwards quickly to catch him. Calum joined in on his laughter, though his seemed much more pained to Y/N’s sensitive ears.
“Thank fuck you’re okay.”
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how about a knight of life classpect analisye(did i say that right?)
Alrighty!! There’s actually a Knight of Life in my hypothetical fan-session that I may or may not get around to writing, so I’ve been lookin forward to this one :3
Title: Knight of Life
Title Breakdown: One who actively applies [defends, serves, exploits, uses] Life [growth, rebellion, biological life, consumption]
Role in the Session: Knights are an Active class, but more defensive than offensive. While their abilities/exploits using their Aspects are usually apply to themselves, Knights are meant to wield these abilities for the good of, and more specifically for the protection of, their team. If we look at “Life” through a very literal lens, then the Knight of Life would have the role of “defending their team with their life” which is… not really far from the mark. In terms of exploiting/weaponizing Life, the Knight would be all about taking full advantage of their own Life force – perhaps this would manifest as extreme physical fitness or extensive talent in one or more martial arts. All Knights develop a degree of experience in combat over the course of their session, and that combined with a rebellious, competitive, and youthfully exuberant mentality calls to mind a sort of master person-at-arms who takes joy in dueling and other forms of one-on-one conflict.
Both the Knight Class and the Life Aspect are rather open-ended, and I think it’s safe to say that the Knight of Life’s most useful skill to their session would have something in common with one of their main pre-session skills (whatever that may be). Since a good part of their “talent” comes from their enthusiasm and competitive streak, they might feel off-guard in a “Life-less” environment – if their allies seemed resigned to defeat, or if they had to operate under heavy restrictions or regulations, for example. Knights are at their best when they have unlimited access to their aspect, and at their worst when they’re out of their element/denied their aspect, but a Knight of Life could stretch a little Life a long way. Once committed to a task (and they’d have no qualms about taking on commitments, even past the point of feasibility), the Knight would keep at it to the bitter end. A Seer or Page of Rage might really push the Knight along the path of rebellion (whether or not that’s the kind of thing the session needs), and a Witch or Heir of Space would work wonders in a tag-team with the Knight during Strife/battle.
Opposite Role: The Rogue of Doom. The Rogue of Doom brings order, sobriety, and decay where it’s needed most, and a Knight (or Witch, or Prince) of Life is probably going to need those things quite a lot, but might be unwilling to accept that need. The Rogue would be the sort of person to remind the Knight that there’s no such thing as infinite growth, and that they might not be up to every challenge/might fail sometimes, and that that’s okay. These are actually True Things, that the Knight almost certainly Needs to Hear, but if the Rogue is too aggressive in their campaigning or the timing is sufficiently bad, this could lead to growing resentment between the two, and if this resentment builds long enough for the Knight to lash out at the Rogue, this could be Very Bad News for team integrity and the session in general.
God Tier Powers
The Knight of Light’s suite of powers, as mentioned above, would likely be heavily influenced by their particular talents/interests. Nonetheless, here are a few potential ideas…
Canny Defense: The Ascended Knight doesn’t need armor to be nearly untouchable in combat. Their body and mind would be so well-synchronized that they could block or evade just about any direct attack, not because they can read the attacker’s mind or anything, but because their reaction time is simply That Good. They could use this ability not just to protect themselves, but also to protect nearby allies, rushing to the defense of anyone who seems unable to protect themselves.
Healing Factor: This is something a lot of Life players might have, but the Knight has it in spades. A Knight of Life would recover from wounds so quickly that weaker enemies or potentially injurious accidents would be virtually unable to harm them. The Knight’s stamina would regenerate as quickly as their physical form, provided they retained their optimism (because the Knight will buckle under pressure if something or someone manages to utterly demoralize them). Anyone who found themselves in a war of attrition with the Knight would almost certainly tire first, as the Knight’s enthusiasm would build as they notice their foe’s faltering.
Living Weapon: The Knight of Life might be able to call on nearby plant life, or (an) animal(s) with which they have an affinity, to fight alongside them in combat. Think like a D&D/Pathfinder ranger. Their Canny Defense would extend to whatever/whomever they’re fighting with, working in perfect synch with the Knight to take on whatever challenge they’re facing. The caveat of this ability is that a) it requires viable living things to work with and b) the farther from the Knight said living things are, the more of a drain this is on the Knight’s resources.
Personality: Knights tend to have a bit of an inferiority complex associated with their Aspect – for the Knight, this Aspect is their own life force/fighting spirit/physical or mental health. The Knight of Life would probably believe that they’re not good enough at what they do, or at least that they’re not consistent enough, which would at first push them to do better, but would eventually be an unbearable strain once the Knight feels like they’ve started to plateau. The Knight would not be comfortable for a second being second best when it comes to their particular interests, and should they meet someone else who shares their interest, this level of competitiveness could become unhealthy.
For the most part, however, the Knight wouldn’t let this sense of inferiority show, and would be a rather bubbly and exuberant personality. They’d be eager to display their skills, and extremely close with/protective of their friends. Any negativity the Knight harbors would remain, for the most part, securely stowed beneath the surface.
Song
Ok I’ve only got one off the top of my head, but if u want more lmk :3
Animal Mask by the Mountain Goats (will I have a Goats song for every Classpect? The answer is yes.)
In conclusion, the Knight of Life is a versatile all-around role, with useful talents both in and out of conflict. Their main challenge will be to know their limits, and recognize that sometimes too much competitiveness will get the best of them. Hope this analysis was satisfying or at least interesting, and if ya have any comments/questions/criticisms, do let me know!! I’m really enjoying doing these, so thanks for the request :3
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THE POSITIVE & NEGATIVE; mun & muse - meme.
TAGGED BY: @hyaciiintho thank you so much!!! <3
TAGGING: @rcguna @cadcnce either or whatever works for you bear, @panickypeachboy @paintmaid @emfiliae @windmcge and you as well!! The person reading this
FILL OUT & REPOST ♥ this meme definitely favors canons more, but i hope oc’s still can make it somehow work with their own lore, and lil’ fandom of friends & mutuals. multi-muses pick the muse you are the most invested in atm. <--- leaving this here because this is super sweet ALSO FAIR WARNING my blog has right click turned off. I’m going to be placing this under readmore but I think you can see it on dashboard view! If not lmk we’ll work something out!!!
MY MUSE IS: CANON / OC / AU (Verse dependent) / CANON-DIVERGENT (Interactions & verse dependent) / FANDOMLESS
Is your character popular in the fandom? YES well kinda at least thanks to ssbu before she wasn’t that well known I MEAN PPL KNEW HER BUT SHE DIDN’T HAVE AS MANY FANART AS OTHER ZELDAS SDJBKHJABSD/ NO
Is your character considered hot™ in the fandom? YES / NO / IDK because not too many people talk about her and by her I mean ALTTP Zel, people are bonkers over SSBU Zel!
Is your character considered strong in the fandom? YES / NO if we’re talking about the canon of ALTTP and OoX series rather than ssbu it’s a hard no, she has enough magic to be considered a sacrifice to break barriers and revive the dead but not enough to fend herself off from evil mages who want to talk over the world / IDK
Are they underrated? YES / NO
Were they relevant for the main story? YES / NO / MAYBE
Were they relevant for the main character? YES / NO / THEY’RE THE PROTAG
Are they widely known in their world? YES / NO / MAYBE
How’s their reputation? GOOD / BAD / NEUTRAL
HOW STRICTLY DO YOU FOLLOW CANON?
NOT THAT STRICT HONESTLY, she’s just an OC at this point haha because she has zero substance in her own god damn game ;v; she’s just exposition.txt with dulcina effect playing into view though it is somewhat justified since she is the princess and the only thing that stopped Agahnim from breaking out Ganon.... I MEAN!!! SHE’S NOT AT ALL A DEPRESSED CALM ROMANTIC IN CANON LET’S PUT IT TO YOU THAT WAY SDBKASDJHBDASD.
SELL YOUR MUSE! AKA TRY TO LIST EVERYTHING, WHICH MAKES YOUR MUSE INTERESTING IN YOUR OPINION TO MAKE THEM SPICY FOR YOUR MUTUALS.
TAKES A DEEP BREATH
Tiny funky elf princess trying her best to rule elf kingdom. HJKA there’s more, I’m lazy but not that lazy. She’s the descendent of essentially a mortal god, more than likely acting as an avatar of sorts to the goddess Hylia, as such she’s gifted with fantastical abilities that’s been passed down her family for generations and she intends to use these powers to protect her kingdom that’s still on the road of recovery, as the sole survivor from Agahnim’s destruction upon Hyrule and thus sole scion she’s left picking up the small fragments from the tragedy that occurred ages ago where the Hero of Time had fallen. But here’s the downside to these powers: she was born with a very weak body and poor health as such she can’t utilize the abilities she has from her bloodline aside from a few powers without affecting her low stamina issues. Namely telepathy, clairvoyance, healing, sealing things away, creating barriers, and connection with the spirit realm. As such, she tends to rely on the wisdom given to her by her naturally bright mind and enhanced by the mythical object known as the Triforce of Wisdom. Surprisingly, she can be cunning despite her soft-hearted nature and is willing to do whatever it takes to protect her kingdom and people she loves, her silent determination more than makes up for the lack of powers she may have. That in mind, she’s often the target of more nefarious plans that means the downfall of her kingdom. She may not have the amazing light magic spells her ancestors did to prevent darkness from taking over but that doesn’t mean her magic isn’t any less potent, she just can’t tap into it. She’s an easy target for enemies that wish to use her sacred powers to revive the dead Ganon or break pass whatever powerful barrier or seal that’s in place.
Her future is pretty grim as well, considering she has a shorter life span. But it’s fine, things are fine she may have a gloomy outlook on certain things but that doesn’t stop her from living life!! Despite how sour this may all seem Zelda is still that encouraging young woman whose kindness defines her, she’s playfully innocent around friends and enjoys exploring old places of decay that’s rich with history! She tends to bottle up her more negative aspects to not worry others since she’s the pillar of an entire ass nation, she needs to maintain her placid demeanor as a means to calm and soothe others around her. Because the truth of the matter is that the events of ALTTP (before the game where harsh plagues among other things happened before Agahnim arrived to fix everything as well as after the events of the game) and OoX, instances where she’s witnessed death of loved ones, the downfall of her kingdom, and coming across death herself has affected her greatly. She suffers from grief and depression that needs to be addressed but... ;v;
NGL I’M ABOUT TO CRY
NOW THE OPPOSITE, LIST EVERYTHING WHY YOUR MUSE COULD NOT BE SO INTERESTING (EVEN IF YOU MAY NOT AGREE, WHAT DOES THE FANDOM PERHAPS THINK?).
HJKA TAKE OUT MY BULLSHIT TAKE ON HER AND YOU’RE LEFT WITH EXPOSITION AND DAMSEL IN DISTRESS!!! She’s not at all interesting if you don’t take into account her roles in the mangas which I somewhat base her personality and thoughts on... she’s just.... nice pretty princess that needs to be rescued. A tale as old as time....
WHAT INSPIRED YOU TO RP YOUR MUSE?
GOOD QUESTION!!! BECAUSE I STARTED OUT WITH HILDA BEFORE DECIDING TO GO WITH SKY ZELDA BECAUSE I WANTED TO DO A MORE OUTGOING MUSE and then I opened up a sideblog for this Zelda out of whim. There’s no reason why I choose the most obscure Zelda, I just did it because I thought it’d be fun. I did not expect this much characterization for someone like her ngl. I guess what keeps me going is the fact that she’s a fun character to write for!
WHAT KEEPS YOUR INSPIRATION GOING?
HA!!! NOTHING!!! Mental illness is a bitch, I will have my down... weeks. Not days, literal weeks or months depending on how long my episodes last. It sucks, and I try to work around it but there’s not much I can do. That said, inspiration depends on motivation and want to write. As well as focus because god knows I have so little of that.
SOME MORE PERSONAL QUESTIONS FOR THE MUN.
give your mutuals some insight about the way you are in some matters, which could lead them to get more comfortable with you or perhaps not.
Do you think you give your character justice? YES / NO I TRY BUT UNDERSTAND THERE’S NOT MUCH TO WORK WITH IN CANON YOU EITHER LIKE HER OR DON’T
Do you frequently write headcanons? YES / NO
Do you sometimes write drabbles? YES / NO but I honestly should???
Do you think a lot about your Muse during the day? YES / NO
Are you confident in your portrayal? YES where’s the kinda opition, because I personally love her and think she’s interesting enough but I’m still working a lot on her NO
Are you confident in your writing? YES / HA HARD NO
Are you a sensitive person? YES fun part of having ADD is that you feel emotions more intenstly, I’m naturally a senstive person too so :’)))) / NO
DO YOU ACCEPT CRITICISM WELL ABOUT YOUR PORTRAYAL?
YES OF COURSE!!!! As someone who wants to grow more in writing any sort of feedback is appreciated!
DO YOU LIKE QUESTIONS, WHICH HELP YOU EXPLORE YOUR CHARACTER?
If you give me the chance to ramble about this stupid elf I will literally love you so much like I love all sorts of questions anyone may have about her!! Though I feel my rambles don’t really make much sense since I just type whatever pops in the mind and put it down as fast as I can without double-checking well enough.
IF SOMEONE DISAGREES TO A HEADCANON OF YOURS, DO YOU WANT TO KNOW WHY?
Sí! Again, I want to grow more as a writer and rper! So if someone were to come across a headcanon they don’t like I’d like to know why so that I can think more critically about it and fix it so that it better fits Zelda. If someone were to say “I don’t like this” without saying why it really won’t help much aside from letting me know that you don’t like the thing, which is fine and valid but pls let me know why!
IF SOMEONE DISAGREES WITH YOUR PORTRAYAL, HOW WOULD YOU TAKE IT?
Eh, fine with it. I honestly don’t mind if someone doesn’t like my characters, any of my characters I play as! Sometimes, certain portrayals aren’t someone’s cup of tea and that’s perfectly fine. I won’t take offense to it, at the end of the day while I’m still working on Zelda I’m happy with how much she’s grown over the years I’ve played her as... which were just two but it feels longer dude!!!
IF SOMEONE REALLY HATES YOUR CHARACTER, HOW DO YOU TAKE IT?
Again, I wouldn’t care that much lol. It’s just rping, it’s really not that deep. It’s no different from someone not liking a book because they just don’t vibe with the writing style among other reasons. I may be sensitive but I don’t really take a lot of things personally.
ARE YOU OKAY WITH PEOPLE POINTING OUT YOUR GRAMMATICAL ERRORS?
Ye uvub! I’m a literal dumbass behind a keyboard, don’t be afraid to say “hey this wasn’t spelled right” or “hey this doesn’t make much sense mind checking it over really quick”.
DO YOU THINK YOU ARE EASY GOING AS A MUN?
I THINK?! I MEAN HONESTLY I’M SUPER ANXIOUS AND A WORRYWART I JUST DON’T SHOW IT MUCH AAAAAAAA I’d like to think of myself as chill ;v; I try to treat others how I want to be treated and just try to be nice. Idk if I come across as that or not, it’s hard to convey feelings through text sometimes to some.
#THIS TOOK ME A BIT BECAUSE MY ATTENTION SPAN IS ALL OVER THE PLACE#ooc postings.#i need to sneep but.... i just need to answer meme too ;v; at least do one writing on here! i feel bad not doing much aaaa#dash games.
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i know it’s been said and done a million times, but wi// and nico’s relationship dynamic is written so oddly to me? i get rick is going for the whole “you annoy me but 😍” trope that he usually sticks to, but imo it comes off so forced and out of character here—for nico at least, since we haven’t had a huge taste of wi//‘s character outside of the medic role he had in tlo (which is a WHOLE other thing). like...nico just doesn’t seem like the type to jump right in the way he does with wi//! sure, he forms attachments pretty easily (case in point: percy), but i don’t feel that from their interactions. it feels more like “they’re going to be bickering left and right for no reason, almost getting themselves killed in the process—also wi// is essentially nico’s mom when he’s caring for him,” which i don’t...enjoy. also? uhhh wi//‘s randomly thrown into this story? out of basically nowhere? no offense but i literally hadn’t thought about wi// s0lace in like 20 years before boo. then he’s all buttered up and ready to go in the nico pov? sorry :/ thass poor characterization luv 😘 and i haven’t read past boo at this point (i’m catching up rn), but i’m fairly certain that rick doesn’t take the time to show how their relationship developed—they’re just IN one at some point?? tbh that doesn’t sit well with me; don’t Tell me they’re in a relationship, Show me! show me their build up and tension and friendship! give me frustration and disagreements and care for one another! i know that nico being gay was a huge revelation and was something we all needed at the ripe age(s) of 11-14, but reading boo displayed to me how rick essentially wished to appease the audience by throwing nico into a relationship with the closest twunk he could find :/ he didn’t take the time he did with percabeth, or even jasiper! he was honestly probably going for nico finally accepting himself and everyone else accepting him as well, but in terms of interpretation, authorial intent means nothing! in my opinion, nico should have stayed single and found acceptance through his already established friendships (jason, someone who’s been there for him through his forced confession and slowly became his friend; hazel, his sister who loves him so dearly and would accept him no matter what—even her possible biases due to being from a different time period; literally. any of the seven?? i’m not mentioning reyna or coach hedge since he essentially told them through the bryce lawrence incident, which kinda bothered me, but i’m not getting into that!). the idea of him doing this with a rando or even by himself defeats the purpose of his journey towards acceptance, because he’s run away from everyone and everything that may have helped him sooner, and to be fair jason...literally started this process already lol! he would reassure and talk to nico in a way that wasn’t condescending or forcing, moreso he was determined and simply stating facts to him in a respectful way. not to beat a dead horse, but jason grace really did say nico rights! that was a build up of weary trust, turned to respect, turned to friendship! i personally don’t, but if you ship so/ange/o, then you should see jason and nico got the development wi// and nico lack.
as a disclaimer, i’m not trying to bash your ship or anything—which is the main reason i censored wi// and so/ange/o. if i need to tag something else to where you don’t see it, just lmk and i’ll do it!
#pjo#nico di angelo#i’m just frustrated 😪#also is this technically discourse?#pjo discourse#i’ll tag it for now#tried to keep this relatively unbiased towards other characters!#but clearly the jasico slipped through the cracks towards the end#idrc though so! i’m keeping it :)#i won’t tag anyone else but nico though#idk why i’m treating this so carefully but i feel like i have to#my unpopular opinions be shining through lol!#mine
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Cold as Stone (Part 1)
Part 2
Summary: The sides take a little trip into the imagination. It starts off peaceful, but when Roman discovers what part they’ve wandered into things quickly get out of hand.
Word count: 2425
Author’s note: hey this is my first multi-chapter fic!! I hope you like it, there’s 4 parts to it! c: warnings for: panic, petrification (being turned to stone), violence, I think that’s all?? lmk if I’ve missed anything!! no pairings, all platonic!
tag list: @mememic-bry
Roman could already tell it was just going to be one of those days.
He sat on the floor in his room, sketches and outlines of ideas scattered around him. His eyes drifted between each of them, trying to find even one that got his creative spark going. He finally picked one up, staring at it for a few seconds before sighing and placing it back down. It was no use. What he needed was a completely new idea and, as luck would have it, he knew exactly where he could find one. He left the notes lying on the floor where they were and headed for the imagination.
“Hey kiddo, where are you going?”
Roman looked back over his shoulder to see Patton staring at him inquisitively. “Just for a little walk through the imagination, thought it might inspire me for Thomas’ next project! Why do you ask?”
Patton shrugged. “Just wondering!” He seemed to be considering something, before his face suddenly lit up with an idea. “Hey, could I come with you? I’ve been looking for something to do!”
Roman considered it for a moment. “Sure, don’t see why not! They say two heads are better than one, right?” Of all the sides Roman collaborated with, Patton might not have been the best at coming up with ideas, but he certainly was the most fun to brainstorm with. That, and he was very enthusiastic about all of Roman’s ideas, which was always nice.
Patton grinned and followed Roman to the entrance to the imagination. However, they’d barely even set one foot in it before they heard a clearing of the throat behind them. They turned around to find Logan standing behind them.
“I don’t suppose you two were planning on running off into the imagination alone, were you?” Logan asked, giving them a look that told Roman he already knew the answer.
“And what’s wrong with that?” Roman shot back, placing a hand to his chest in mock offense.
“No offense, but you two tend to get carried away whenever you go in there,” Virgil said, appearing out of nowhere and causing the others to jump a little.
“Yes,” Logan agreed, “and then you act surprised when Virgil and I have to discourage you from following through with your ridiculous ideas.”
Patton grinned sheepishly at Roman. “They might have a point there, kiddo. We do tend to go a little overboard sometimes. Maybe they should come with us? You don’t mind two more tagging along, right?”
Roman groaned, seriously considering calling the whole thing off before giving a resigned sigh. “Fine, they can come too I suppose.”
Patton grinned and clapped enthusiastically, as he was always up for family outings. The four of them set off single file through the door to the imagination.
Virgil squinted as soon as they stepped through. “Ugh, why is it always so bright in here?” he groaned.
“It does not seem very bright to me,” Logan commented.
Roman smirked. “It’s just because this part of the imagination is meant to be like the outside world, and we all know Virgil hasn’t seen the sun in years. Have you seen how pale he is?”
Virgil just rolled his eyes. “Just because you said that, I’m never going outside again. How long are we gonna be in here, anyway?”
“You know, if you don’t want to come you could just stay behind! Logan wouldn’t be able to veto my ideas as easily if it was two against one.”
Virgil snorted. “Yeah, you wish.”
They continued walking, casually conversing as they did so. Though he’d been reluctant about the idea at first, Roman had to admit it was nice in a way, having all of them there with him. The further they walked, the more they all relaxed, and even Roman completely forgot about what had taken him into the imagination in the first place.
With no particular destination in mind, they end up walking through a forest and into an open field, where they stayed for a few hours. Patton reached down his hand and picked a few of the flowers. Virgil and Logan were quietly chatting away to each other about something, while Roman was just enjoying the peace of his own little kingdom, lying on his back and staring up at the clouds.
Something shadow-like appeared to pass through them.
He tilted his head slightly. He could’ve sworn he saw… no, it must’ve just been his imagination. But they were already in the imagination, weren’t they? He sat up abruptly, neck still craned towards the sky. The shadow passed through the clouds again, and Roman finally noticed where it was they had ended up.
He felt very tense all of a sudden and got to his feet. “Well, this was a fine adventure, but I think it’s time we headed home!”
Virgil raised an eyebrow. “What’s up with you? You never want to leave this place, normally we have to drag you home.”
Roman laughed nervously, glancing at the sky. Virgil glanced up with him this time and gave him a perplexed look. Roman struggled to come up with an excuse. “I, ah, just remembered that I scheduled a brainstorm for this afternoon! Wouldn’t want it to rain on your Black Parade, would we?” Virgil rolled his eyes at the reference.
Logan simply peered up at the sky. “It doesn’t appear as though it’s going to rain, are you sure you scheduled it for today? It doesn’t seem likely that-” His eyes suddenly snapped to something else in the sky. “Roman?”
“Yes?”
“Is there perhaps something else in the sky that you’re worried about?”
“Well-”
A deafening roar cut their conversation short. Roman shot his eyes up, scanning the skies. “Get down!” he said in a harsh whisper, gesturing for them to crouch down. “And whatever you do, don’t look directly in her eyes!”
Virgil looked at him with fear and confusion. “What? Roman, what the heck is going on?!”
“Shhh!” Roman hushed him exasperatedly. “We may have wandered into the dragon-witch’s territory! I don’t have time to explain, just trust me and do not look in her eyes!”
None of the fear had disappeared from Virgil’s eyes, but he nodded anyway.
“What’s the plan, Roman?” Logan asked, which surprised Roman as Logan was normally the one who insisted on doing the planning. Although, Roman supposed, the imagination wasn’t exactly Logan’s area.
“I’m going to distract it, lure it away from here,” Roman explained. “You guys should get out of here, I’ll take care of it.”
Patton’s eyes widened. “No, that’s too dangerous! We’re not just gonna leave you here on your own!”
Roman drew his sword and rose to his feet. “I’ve dealt with many dragon-witches before, Patton. None of you have, so it’s far more dangerous if you stay here with me.”
“But-”
Patton’s protests were cut short by another roar. Roman put a hand on his shoulder. “There’s no need to worry about me, Padre. I’ll overcome this beast, I promise! Now go!”
Logan was already starting to move away. Virgil tugged at Patton’s arm, Patton reluctantly follow the motion. Virgil took one last look back at Roman. “I hope you know what you’re doing.”
Roman smirked. “Do I ever not?” Virgil snorted at that, uncertainty still clouding his eyes, then he and the others crept away.
Roman tightened his grip on his sword, moving out into the open. He could see the silhouette of the dragon-witch circling above. Show time. “Come here and face me!” he called out. The silhouette stopped circling and began a rapid descent towards him before landing in front of him, causing the ground to shudder with the impact.
“So, the brave prince has arrived!” The dragon-witch spoke in a loud, echoing voice. “But he is alone? How strange, I could have sworn I saw that you’d brought some friends with you today!”
Roman grimaced. “That’s none of your concern.” He made sure to focus on the shimmering scales on her neck, never making eye contact.
Out of the corner of his eye, Roman saw her head tilt. “Oh? So they have abandoned you then!” There was a pause as Roman said nothing. “Or perhaps you hoped you could protect them?”
“I won’t let you hurt them,” Roman said, moving a step closer towards the towering dragon.
The dragon-witch laughed. “Ever the dramatic I see. But remember this well - you may be brave, Prince Roman, but it is not your role to protect them. You may try, but you will always fail.”
“We’ll see about that.” Lunging forward, Roman took a swing at the dragon-witch’s leg, but she easily lifted it up off the ground. She then tried to crush Roman underneath it, but he managed to dodge out of the way in time.
As the battle wore on, Roman found his mind drifting to the dragon-witch’s words. Of course he would protect them! Maybe the role of protecting Thomas belonged more to Virgil, but Roman was still a prince, wasn’t he? A noble prince, who would face every challenge with courage and honesty! Surely he wouldn’t fail.
The dragon-witch breathed fire at him and he felt its heat barely miss him as he dodged again. Roman noticed he was now breathing heavily. This was taking a lot out of him, more than he had bargained for. His movements were becoming more sluggish. At this rate, he might not be able to… no, it didn’t matter, as long as the others were safe. He swung again at the dragon-witch, but missed by a mile, throwing himself off-balance. The dragon-witch took advantage of this and easily knocked him to the ground with a swift movement of her tail. Roman didn’t have time to pull himself to his feet before she was towering over him, claws raised about to strike.
Roman closed his eyes and braced for impact, but before it came he heard Patton’s voice in the distance shout.
“Roman!”
His eyes snapped open and shifted his head in the voice’s direction. He could faintly make out Patton peeking from behind a bush, hand covering his mouth. The dragon-witch seemed to have noticed him too, as she had lost all interest in Roman and was staring at Patton with what was either a wicked grin or a vicious snarl. Then, with heavy, thundering steps, she began steadily moving towards him.
Roman winced as he pushed himself to his feet. At this rate, there was no way he would make it to Patton before the dragon-witch did, and there was no way Patton could outrun her. Virgil was now pulling desperately at Patton’s arm, with Logan standing a few feet behind them looking frantic. Patton finally began to move back, but it was too late. The dragon-witch was upon all three of them, and there was nothing Roman could do.
And then it happened.
Virgil’s fight-or-flight reflexes kicked in. He realised that there was nowhere to run, and did the only thing he could think of - he pushed Patton behind him and stood between his friends and the dragon-witch. As soon as he did, though, he froze - and Roman’s stomach dropped. Virgil was now staring straight into the dragon witch’s eyes. He looked as though he might bolt at any second, but then Patton gripped tightly onto Virgil’s arm and all of a sudden his entire demeanour changed. He stood up straight, and glared at the dragon-witch, shaking yet defiant.
The dragon, on the other hand, seemed to be considering Virgil with interest. She didn’t move for a long minute as everyone held their breath and waited. Roman saw Virgil utter something, but is too far away to hear it. Then, as quickly as she had come, she spread out her shimmering gold wings and took off, the ground shuddering as she did so. It is then that Roman, finally, ran over to where the other sides are standing.
Patton flung his arms around Virgil’s neck in a hug and thanked him repeatedly, while Logan stood off to the side looking both slightly shaken and impressed. Virgil looked utterly overwhelmed and was trying to steady his breathing.
Roman, however, felt a mix of pride and grief as he stood staring at Virgil’s feet. “Virgil-”
Virgil cut him off, his voice shaking. “I know.”
“But your legs, they’re-”
“I know,” he repeated, his voice starting to distort, and now all four of them were staring at Virgil’s legs. Patton gasped in horror and Logan reeled back. Roman thought he might be sick.
Virgil, starting from the feet up, was slowly being turned to stone.
“We can fix this, right? Right, Roman?” Roman didn’t know how to answer Patton’s pleading, and so remained silent. “Roman, Virgil’s going to be okay, isn’t he?”
Roman finally stumbled out an answer. “I-I don’t know,” he answered honestly, but seeing the look of panic on the others’ faces he added, “but I’m sure there has to be someway to fix it! It’s a curse or a spell or something, so we just have to find a way to break it!”
Virgil didn’t look convinced. “So what you’re saying is that there might not be a way to fix this. Great.” The effect of the spell had now engulfed most of his legs and was rapidly climbing up the rest of his body.
“If there is a way, then we will do our best to find it, Virgil,” Logan tried to reassure him, although he looked at though he was barely containing his own panic.
“Of course we will!” Patton said, his voice coming out high-pitched.
“Okay, but I’m still going to turn into stone completely before then, aren’t I?” Virgil’s voice broke in panic as he spoke, still distorted and deep.
“I-it’s going to be okay, kiddo!” Patton said, reaching out to hold his hand to comfort him, but immediately flinched back as he realised that was turning to stone too.
“I think you should stand back, Patton,” Logan warned. Patton hesitated, but did as Logan said.
Virgil gave a nervous laugh and eyed Roman. “You better fix this, Princey, or...” His laughter soon died as he found he could no longer move his arms or his torso, and he began breathing shallowly as the stone began to cover his neck.
Realising he didn’t have long left, Roman spoke to Virgil softly. “I swear to you, I will find a way to bring you back.”
Virgil didn’t have a chance to respond as the stone engulfed him completely.
#my fic#sanders sides#roman sanders#virgil sanders#patton sanders#logan sanders#I technically haven't finished the very end scene and i need to edit the other chapters but#i've been working on this for a while and I really wanted to post it aaaaah#next chapter coming?? who knows when haha#maybe the weekend sometime?#i'm really nervous about this aaaah
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