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aprillikesthings · 2 months

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eh fuck it one more episode :D

s4 ep6 Princess Scorpia

SCORPIA'S PARENTS and bb Scorpia and also that is a squishmallow if I ever saw one lolol

she sleeps in her uniform?!

oof, relatable

LOL I KNOW I JUST HEARD A WILHELM SCREAM

*rewinds it* I FUCKING DID!! LOLOL

I know this is Double Trouble and they are REALLY trying to start something

I mean actually that was you bb but okay

oh god Horde goes on this rant about how he has to be Victorious and Worthy when Horde Prime arrives and

Catra spent all this time clawing her way to the top (literally and figuratively) and I think it's MAYBE starting to sink in that she is not, in fact, anywhere near the top; and that Hordak is doing the exact same thing Catra's been doing--trying desperately to prove his worth to someone who doesn't give two shits about him

Either that or she's just (rightfully) a little scared of Horde Prime, and she hasn't even met him yet

Anyway Hordak is looking for Entrapta's recordings of her notes so he can work on his fancy weapon

Scorpia and Emily (the robot) do a cute little game and it reminds me so much of one me and Mal do ;_;

LOLOLOL

yeah I know I took this one just for my collection of "She-Ra's captions accidentally make it look like they're talking about sex"

sure bb you keep telling yourself that

Lonnie tries to point out to Scorpia that Catra doesn't give a shit about any of them and it's falling on closed ears

I keep meaning to point this out? But I just really like the way She-Ra looks from behind, with the huge hair and the cape and the wings of the tiara.

Also I know the whole point is that She-Ra is insanely strong even compared to Adora (who is plenty strong) but watching her do some of the physical shit she does without expending any visible effort is still o_O

Yeah Double Trouble's thing is working but also, why would Flutterina even BE on these missions? I have a feeling she (well, they; since that's actually Double Trouble) just kind of begged until they gave in?? But she's not actually helping at all?

Once again Bow is the only one here with any emotional intelligence

(But Adora's I'M FINE it's FINE is too relatable)

BUT Adora points out, Why is Glimmer okay being so friendly with Shadow Weaver "after everything she's done to us?"

Bow mediating their disagreement is making me edit a scene in my WIP lol (do you think Etheria has like, therapists the way we'd think of them? 🤔)

LOLLLLLL

Was digging around old stuff from a discord and found comments from a livestream from shortly after the show ended, and Nate headcanons that Scorpia took back the Fright Zone and her and Perfuma made it full of plant life again ;_;

Today in "things that are horrifying IRL that are played for laughs because it's a cartoon"

(like seriously how often has she been concussed when shit explodes)

Scorpia: "I'll bring the cocoa if you bring the tiny mugs" Entrapta:

me: do I ship this????? 🤔 (yes I know friends also say this)

Poor Emily. The recordings can't be removed without dismantling her.

;_;

Emily just like "NO do not send me to the mean lady who lied about Entrapta!!" by showing the video of Catra being shitty and blaming Entrapta

ANYWAY Scorpia gets the chip out of Emily herself--but damages it in the process. And Catra is pISSED

Ugh these scenes hurt to watch, I think it's just too close to shit I've heard people say to me

YEAH SCORPIA, FUCKING TELL HER

OH IT DOESN'T FEEL GOOD DOES IT, CATRA?? DOES IT???

--and so she lies to protect Scorpia

Catra is saying this and gdi that old vine of "why you lyin', stop fuckin' lyin'" popped into my head

ANYWAY Catra's little speech to Hordak is like....are you trying to convince him or yoU

but also it's wild to watch her go from like, weirdly desperate

to Mean Bitch again

SERIOUSLY THO are you talking to him or yourself????

mmmmmdon't like that

oh ho the chip thing Scorpia gave Catra was fake anyway

yay they leave to go find Entrapta

Oh man tho this is such a huge thing for Scorpia. She's prided herself on her and her family's loyalty to the Horde for SO LONG. I also love that she doesn't give some long speech to Catra about the whole thing--just that "you're a bad friend," and then fucking LEAVING

And that's the end of the episode :D

Also that's ep 32 out of 52. Twenty left!

#april rewatches spop #Princess Scorpia

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piratefalls · 6 months

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WIP title game! I was tagged by @ereborne!

RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

the list of things I've left unfinished is short, so I'll include a snippet with each one. it's also 85% mcdanno lmao.

Give Me a Memory I Can Use (McDanno, finale fix-it)

“Hey, Steve?” He looks down to see her smiling. “Be happy.” He returns her smile. “Hey Cath?” “Yeah?” “I think it’s my turn to walk away.” This time she grins. “I think so too.” So he pulls his bag from the bin, and does.

Share the Scars From Our Abandon (Person of Interest/Rinch, post-series)

Night after night he reaches out for something, anything, to soothe the ever-present ache under his ribs, the one that calls to him when the sun goes down, reminds him that he has family, love, a home somewhere out there, wishing he were in it right now, if only he’d seek it out. The one that reminds him that human connection does not have to be a foreign concept any longer, that it is instead a patchwork quilt of messy, complicated, beautiful people to call his, the place where he drops anchor and floats steady. His body, so broken in so many ways, can now recall a touch that does not hurt, the smell of fresh brewed coffee and old books, the sound of a heart that beats in time with his own.

Untitled Finale Fix-it #2 (McDanno)

His buddy introduces him to the group, since he's apparently a legend. He talks about his life post-SEALs. Later his friend would learn Steve hadn't retired but had been medically discharged. "Got shot. A lot," he says. "Needed a liver transplant." "How did you get one that fast? Anyone with half a brain cell could figure out those odds, factoring in the fact that you were on an island." And then he tells him about Danny, and the plane, that he'd saved Steve's life more than once that day. "Fuck." Steve laughs. "Pretty much."

super rough jotted down ideas for Ace!Henry FirstPrince (RWRB)

They do talk about how to navigate physical intimacy. Henry loves touch, craves it, wants to be wrapped up in and around Alex as often as possible, his breathing slowing to match the steady rhythm of Alex's heart under his cheek as they cuddle in bed. Holding hands, carding his fingers through Alex's hair, always touching touching touching. That's never been his problem. It's everything that's supposed to come after that gives him pause.

5+1 play on the practice of kintsugi (McDanno)

Three days later he listens to his father die over the phone. his whole team is dead, Anton Hesse is dead, everyone is dead. Freddie died and it was all for nothing. Freddie, the keeper of Steve's darkest secrets, the person who kept him tethered to the real world when all he'd wanted to do was fly apart, had sacrificed it all just to be given oblivion. A piece of Steve's heart is anchored somewhere in the middle of a North Korean jungle. He could give you the exact coordinates, but he won't. He doesn't want it back.

Can You Do It? (You Bet Jurassican) (buddie velocipastor au) (if you haven't watched the movie this will make less than zero sense)

No, Eddie Diaz - father, firefighter, combat veteran, boyfriend to an actual fucking dinosaur - is wearing a stretchy orange dress that, after he gets it all the way down, barely hits mid-thigh. Before he has a chance to pull it off and look for literally anything else, Buck comes around the corner and stops in his tracks. “Jinkies.” “Fuck you.” Buck gives him a quick look up and down and shrugs. “Fine with me. If I’m being honest Velma always lowkey gave me top vibes.” And that’s a discussion he’s not touching. “You’re an idiot and I hate everything you choose to be.” “Now that’s a lie and we both know it,” he replies.

no one has to participate, but if you do please tag me!

#about me #my fic #it took two notebooks my notes app and my google drive to compile these lmao #I'm excited about the first prince one because I just love exploring all the ways people can be intimate with each other

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friendlyfaded · 2 years

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Feels like this would be a super messy relationship but Darlin/Vega?

Hahaha, see, uh, the thing about that is I am currently writing A Thing. About the two of them. So, messy? Perhaps. But does it work? Hell yeah. So, needless to say, I’ve definitely thought about it. Not to mention I’m a massive Darlin’ kinnie and I hardcore simp for Vega so I’m here for it.

I’m diverging pretty far from my WIP here because i want it to be a surprise lol.

We know that Vega is powerful as fuck. He tends to be manipulative, but he’s firm in his beliefs. He seems to follow a strict moral code, it’s just that no one knows what the fuck that code is. He’s also misunderstood. Or, I guess a better way to put it would be, he’s used to people making judgements about him based on his species and subspecies. Like, if you’ve ever watched Avatar the Last Airbender, the scene where Azula is talking by the campfire about her childhood. “My own mother thought I was a monster. She was right, of course, but it still hurt.” That. That’s exactly what I mean.

On the other hand, you have Darlin’. They’re also very fucking powerful. It’s clearly established that even younger vampires tend to be stronger than other empowered humans, and Darlin’ faced off against two vamps by themself and survived, not to mention their tie with Quinn (old-ish blood turned by old blood) after he hurt their friend. They’re a powerhouse. They’re not what I’d call manipulative, but they will lie to keep people safe. Their moral code is a bit hazy, at times, but it’s clear they have a strong sense of justice. They are also often judged based on other’s assumptions. Rumors and stigma can be hard to shake, and when you used to associate with a powerful, sadistic vamp, I can’t see that being an easy reputation to get rid of.

Similar to the way I interpreted Vega in the Sam/Vega analysis, I’m going to be taking into account Imperium Vega’s personality here. Vega is sadistic and bitter. He can often be cruel. But when he decides that he does care about something or someone, literally nothing can get in his way. In the Prime universe, he (presumably) killed several demons to ensure Warden was safe, captured an Enforcer, and then walked them to a safe place (as humans can’t rift or they’ll literally dissolve). He went to great lengths to ensure their survival and wellbeing, whatever way you slice it. We all already know he goes to great lengths for Pet, as well, in the Imperium. He comes up with plans for if the initial resistance plot fails. He does everything he can to ensure their safety. He might not always seem like it, but when Vega decides to care about something or someone, he doesn’t half-ass it.

Vega (in the Imperium, at least) values honesty, as long as that honesty is worth it in the long run. He tells Pet his plans to ensure they don’t do anything rash while he’s gone. I think he would do the same for Darlin’, especially since he knows they’re quick to jump into action before thinking it through. Being kept in the loop when it comes to important shit goes a long way when you’ve got the kind of trauma and anxiety I’m certain Darlin’ has. It would likely also set their mind at ease to know that a powerful demon is ready and willing to help them protect their family when Quinn comes back (if only to ensure Darlin’s emotional wellbeing).

Their relationship would be complex, but there’s a lot they could connect on. I think the biggest factor would be Darlin’ earning Vega’s respect and interest. I don’t doubt they could, though. Darlin’ is impressive in a lot of ways.

This is a ship with tons of potential, depending on how you look at Vega’s personality. I personally really like it!

#redacted asmr #redacted rarepairs #rarepairs with prof

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kaizsche · 1 year

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hi, everyone!! this is my ao3 wrapped! (i for real almost forgot to post this... sorry i haven't been writing/posting lately, i've been busy with events here and i'm working as a cleaner/typesetter for a scanlation team! we are quite understaffed and have multiple projects to work on so...🥺🥺)

How many words have you written this year?

92,601k!!! (excluding my wips) wtf i wrote A LOT??

How many works did you publish this year?

31 aiuhdiagdadad

What work are you most proud of (regardless of kudos/hits)?

easy. skuld’s net - that one shot came to me so suddenly and i wrote it for 3 days straight w/o no breaks whatsoever!!!

What work of yours has the most hits?

my star wars one shot fic - the july writing challenge i believe is at 6,544 hits

What work of yours got more feedback than you expected?

my first ever tvd fic, the one inspired by arctic monkey’s 505.

Favorite title you used

in the art of flaw, the bridgerton au fic (shoutout to my friend who helped me make it cause im not exactly great at titles lmao

If you use song lyrics, which artist’s songs did you pull from the most?

young the giant!!! their songs are just *chef's kiss*

Pairing you wrote the most for this year?

this is such an obvious question if you frequently visit my blog. Elejah and klena!!!!!1

Favorite pairing you wrote for this year?

elejah is a ship i’d die for but i think i love writing finnlena the most cause they’re sooo in tune with one another. at least i think they would’ve been if esther did not manipulate him. (i just love finn okay. cause he's so underappreciated?)

What work was the quickest to write?

skuld’s net (a klena fic) i wrote that thing for 3 effin days straight, looped lany’s 13 over and over and over again. (i wasnt aware of his allegations that time so…)

What work took you the longest to write?

in terms of published fics, i think it’s take my breath. it was created on oct 19 then i picked it up a maybe 2-3 weeks ago? then posted it on dec 4 so yeah

How many WIP’s do you have in your docs for next year?

i lost count. there is just too many of them.

What’s your longest work of the year?

the one shot fic writing challenge.

What’s your shortest work of the year?

It’s a lil fic which idea i got from a prompt generator in tumblr - i was quite new back then so i thought that maybe participating in it won’t hurt me. It’s called 709 which is inspired by one of my wips wherein elena returned to the past after death and tried to change her life.

What WIP are you taking into next year with you?

Oh boy, OH BOY this is a long list. I’ll be taking them all with me but the most noteworthy wips would have to be my princess diaries au and the miracle baby au fic for elejah + the elena & katherine time travel fic

What’s your most common “Additional Tags” tag?

Probably unedited as hell and kol is a little shit

Your favorite character to write this year?

I think finn. his character in canon is just so unexplored (i haven’t watched the originals so…) and it’s so, so fun to explore his character and adding more to his background.

The character that gave you the most trouble writing this year?

I feel... elijah? Cause i am most certainly not as eloquent as he is with words, so i usually find it hard to write his dialogues and stuff in my fics. (but honestly, i have a hard time with all mikaelsons lmfao)

What’s one pairing you want to explore next year?

I want to explore more of wyler!! (wednesday x tyler) since i’ve just recently joined the fandom and have four wips in my drafts already.

Which work of yours have you reread the most?

I think i have an almost unhealthy obsession with re-reading my work. But it definitely has to be heaven help the fool who falls in love like… i love re-exploring my old ideas (and also wondering where that ‘writer me’ in that era went (cause i literally had to write every single day and not miss a single one whilst delivering good pieces was beyond me.)

How many kudos in total did you get this year?

I’ve got 1,812!

Which work has the most comments?

with 100 comment threads, it’s not at all surprising that its my may writing challenge tvd fic

Did you do any collaborative works this year?

I don’t think i did?

Did you write any gifts this year?

i did for the wyler secret santa event and one for @qvnthesia

Did you receive any gifts this year?

@qvnthesia and i are exchanging fics later this month, so yep! I’m quite excited for that!

What’s your most common category?

easy. f/m

What do you listen to while writing?

I made spotify playlists for each of my pairings, actually. so when i write for a specific ship like klena - i usually turn the volume up for some good ol 505.

Favorite work you wrote this year?

the love of a doppelganger. there’s just something about this fic that i can’t put into words. (it’s my finnlena one) i think it’s about the prospect of giving finn’s character a second chance whilst shedding light as to why his decisions, and his siblings had came to the point of, well, daggering him.

Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

Oh my gosh, as a person whohas short term memory this question is quite hard to answer. Lol. but this line just IDK IT MAKES ME FEEL A CERTAIN WAY, OKAY?!

“You will learn to love me just as you have loved Anakin Skywalker.” He breathes, a promise dressed in the trappings of a threat.

30. Biggest surprise while writing this year?

What honestly surprised me the most is what the tvd fandom did to me, tbh. i’ve been writing fics since 2017, but i’ve never been much hyperfixated like i was with tvd – i think that it also helped me that the fandom has an active community, AND tight-knitted as well we even have a discord server and follow each other on tumblr. So, yeah. I basically not only owe it to the wonderful TVD character (sans the salvatores, thank you.) but also to the people that inspired me, supported me and cheered me on with my fics! (i’m looking at you, @sunless-garden, @qvnthesia, @wazman, @katherineholmes, @amandamonroe, @finnismyoriginalsin, @sevensistersofsussex, and everyone else!!

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authoralexharvey · 1 year

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Hello I'd LOVE to haer your answers on 8, 13, 20, 24, 32, 39, 43, and 49!

Hey Eva <3 Let's go!

8. Oldest WIP

This honor technically goes to TWEfA, which originally started as a "steampunk" novel when I was like 15 called Clinker Girl. This was originally an OLDER project called Project Imitation, which was 100000% inspired by the Vocaloid song "A Fake, Fake Psychotripic", and then split into two projects: God-Slaying Machine and Clinker Girl. Also, I found the old summary I had for PI on Wattpad and what the fuck this idea was really cool. The premise for CG was essentially, in a world of element-based magic, our main character could use Wind Magic but couldn't use Fire Magic for Trauma Reasons (pretty sure I was watching Kaze No Stigma around this time. IYKYK). That was Dakota, who has MOSTLY stayed the same in transition. Her plotline involving her growing love for Maka was supposed to intersect with the leader of an adventuring guild called Clink (her name was Vanille. Yes like from Final Fantasy XIII), who were desperate to do anything to get their name known again. In the ORIGINAL draft of Clink, the world was a lot like RWBY in which people used like. Magical tech and got neat powers from it, but I ended up scrapping that idea later on. Then at one point I got inspired by Madoka Magica and Maka was a goddess/Celestine, a race of people from the stars that are...basically gods so. Yeah. Anyway there was a Tournament Arc and EVERYTHING and I ended up scrapping it and cannibalizing the plot to use in TWEfA.

Also this had me going on a stint through all my old WP projects and man I had some cool ideas.

13. Describe your writing process from idea to polished

Hard to describe when it is... chaos. Generally, I get an idea and it gets sifted in the mass... bingo ball roller in my brain and every so often, a ball rolls out and I entertain it before chucking it back into the roller. Sometimes, I really like the idea and will hold onto it for longer, at which point I will actually start developing the plot and the characters and the setting and whatnot. After that I just kinda... go until I Flame out or have something completed. And if I do get something completed, then I get to rewrite it until my brain hurts, then have someone else look at it, then rewrite it again. Then hopefully it's something decent I can do something with.

20. How many WIPs and story ideas do you have?

Too many. Too fucking many. Which in some ways is good.

24. Favourite genre to write and read

Fantasy! Contemporary can be fun to read too, and I sometimes have more "contemporary" ideas, but.... most of the things I write are fantasy.

32. Most difficult character to write

Probably Charlie Holtz. I've talked about why before. The short of it is Charlie is way too close to me lmao trauma and all that. It's why I've barely gone anywhere with the project, despite how cool and excited it makes me.

39. Weirdest character concept you’ve ever had

Hard to say. Uhhh there was Fenrick from The Last Nephilim who was a six-inch faery who literally dripped sparkles. Not my best moment.

Uhhh Siobhan is kinda weird, given they're a Dullahan and eat via osmosis and lob their decapitated head around to creep people out.

Fel isn't WEIRD to me but will definitely be weird to a lot of people who read her. I love her a lot tho.

43. What do you do if/when characters don’t follow the outline?

Go along with it and try to route them back to the plan I had. Sometimes this works. Sometimes I just gotta go along with it cause the new idea was better.

49. Which character would you most want to be friends with, if they were real?

Simone. Definitely Simone. The Simone before they kinda went off the rails, because they're really kind and nerdy and they would definitely help me study.

#ask and you shall receive #alex has the floor #simone allard #siobhan #fel #twefa

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desiredmalfoy · 3 years

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Love Lost (D.M. x Reader)

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader

Universe: No Voldy but still pain in this story.

Genre: Angst! And more Angst!

Word Count: 1.3k

Summary: The reader feels like she’s losing Draco to Astoria. Does he still love her? Will he fix it?

Warning: Some bad words? Not too many.

{Draco Masterlist} { Main Masterlist }

(Credit to the gif owner)

I was in a mood for angst today lol. After having writers block for so long I finally came up with this. Hopefully I can finish my wips, ships and requests soon! Let me know if you want a part 2

You usually didn’t have a problem with any of Draco’s friends. Sure, some of them could be real idiots but for the most part they were nice to you. But you had recently ran into a problem, and her name was Astoria Greengrass. She was Daphne’s little sister who painfully obviously had a crush on your boyfriend. You hated seeming like an over jealous girlfriend, so you didn’t know how to truly react to this.

He had begun to spend more time with her after she had practically begged him for help in potions. She had come up to him in the common room when you were studying and pleaded with him for help. Her eyes seemed to sparkle when he finally agreed.

He seemed reluctant at first but ultimately agreed. He had said to you, “I’m only helping her so that she doesn’t tell her parents I refused. Last thing I need is my parents' comments.”

It had started innocent, he would help her twice a week in the library. As the weeks progressed, they were hanging out more and more often. He would finish quidditch practice and then meet her in the common room. Telling you that he would see you later but later never came.

He had even forgotten one of your dates. He apologized profusely and promised to make it up to you. He didn’t, he forgot too.

One date became two and then you lost count. You were tired of being disappointed.

You had walked into the common room after spending the evening studying with Pansy. All your friends had gotten together to study for an upcoming potions exam. All except Draco who didn’t show up. After walking in, that’s when you saw the two of them sitting in a corner table of the common room. You felt your stomach drop. Your mouth began to dry up and it felt sticky. You didn’t know how to react.

“What an arse”, Pansy mumbled to you. She reached for your hand to give it as squeeze. Letting you know she’s there for you. She had heard you complain all the time, she knew the pain you felt. And she was over seeing you getting walked over.

“Oh looks who’s here (y/n)! We finally found him!” Pansy exclaimed dramatically. This caused the two of them to break from their world and turn to the two of you.

“What do you mean Parkinson?” Draco asked, breaking the silence in the room. The air felt stifling. Astoria only looked up at you and Pansy, not making a comment.

“We were all meant to study together.” Pansy answered bluntly. “Did you forget that too Malfoy?”

“What the bloody hell do you mean?”

“You seem to forget everything as of late” You got the courage to speak up suddenly, beating Pansy. You glanced over at her as she gave you an encouraging look.“ I mean you always seem to forget our dates.”

The lump in your throat grew more and more by the second.

“Babe I-”

“I’m getting quite tired. It’s been a long steady session. I’ll see you all tomorrow.” You interrupted him, stopping him before he spoke. You had enough of this and the last thing you needed was for them to see you cry.

You let go of Pansy's hand and adjusted the strap of your bag. You made your way towards your dorm, trying to get out of there as fast as possible.

You walked into your dorm, slamming it shut. You threw your book bag across the room. Letting out some of the anger you felt. You grabbed a pillow from your bed and threw it at the door. You threw yourself onto your bed, frustrated beyond belief. The door opened and revealed the last person you wanted to see.

“What are we exactly”, you asked bluntly as he walked into your dorm. Draco looked at you confused as he looked towards you.

“What do you even mean?”

“I mean I don’t feel like your girlfriend anymore.” You rolled your eyes at his lack of comprehension. “You barely want to be around me it seems. I haven’t seen you in days Draco but you know who has? Astoria.”

“Don’t be bloody ridiculous (y/n). She’s my friend and nothing more. You’re overreacting.” It was his turn to roll his eyes at you.

You stood up suddenly and went to stand face to face with you. “Really? A friend is someone who’s super touchy with you? Someone who openly flirts with you?”

“She’s my friend! You’re just jealous!” His face was becoming redder with anger.

“You’re so draft Draco!” You threw your hands up in anger. Your voice rising slightly in pitch as you kept on getting angrier. “Everyone can see it! Hell, even Crabbe asked me if I was even still your girlfriend. You know how bloody obvious it has to be for that git to see it?”

“You know you wouldn’t like it if it was another guy treating me the way Astoria is with you.”

“She doesn’t like me!” He yelled, frustrated at the situation and at himself. Because it was finally dawning on him what a horrible boyfriend he had been these past few weeks. “And it doesn’t matter if she did because I don’t like her! Please understand that (y/n)!”

“Yes it does! Because you don’t set any boundaries and let her do whatever. You let her think you’re interested. And not one time do you stop & think about me.”

“You have forgotten our dates! You literally left me all alone waiting for you in the astronomy tower because you never showed.” You continued your rant and Draco stayed silent at your outburst. He stared at you with wide eyes and shock. He had never seen you like this.

“Did you know I’m not doing the best on potions anymore? I’m struggling and you don’t seem to care Draco. But sure, as long as Astoria is passing it’s okay I guess.” You were crying at this point as you continued you’re rant. Tears freely flowing from your cheeks. You hated crying, you hated seeming weak.

Draco attempted to wipe the tears from your cheeks but you moved away. Not wanting him to touch you right now. You let out a deep breath, voice quivering. “I don’t know how much more I can handle. My heart can’t take much more.”

“What do you mean darling? I love you. Please (y/n), I love you so much. I never wanted to hurt you.”

“I think you’re a little too late for that.”

“Please. Please think about this. I’m so sorry.” He was now starting to cry himself, something that was rare for him. He didn’t just cry for anyone. But his tears didn’t take away the hurt he had caused.

“You’ve broken my trust. You’ve hurt me. It’s going to take more than saying I’m sorry to let this all go.”

“I’ll do anything love.”

“You have to see where your heart lies. If you do actually love me, you’ll have to gain my trust back Draco.”

“Babe…” he grabbed your cheeks titling your head to look at him in the eyes. Both your eyes shining from the tears. “I’ll do that and so much more.”

“For the sake of our relationship, I hope you mean it. But I think I need some time to myself tonight and maybe tomorrow too.” You grabbed his hands, taking them away from your face. You gave them a slight squeeze before letting them go. Hoping that this wouldn’t be the last time you held them.

He left without saying another word. As you watched him walk out of your dorm, you dropped to the floor. Letting all the emotions of the past weeks flowing out. All the hurt, all the sadness and all the angry flowing down your cheeks.

Thoughts? Part 2??

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I am so sad right now. I mistakenly read an EM fic of Hisu and Eren being friends w benefits in canon... omg. It hurts so much... Eren has feelings for Mikasa but yknow paths/PTSD and everything and Hisu offering and being there. Literally everyone knows and they pity Mikasa so much because of it. 😢 The way Eren and Historia talked about Mikasa. Jean calling Eren out for being horrible to Mikasa "for her own sake".

It's wip and only has 1 chapter so far, our girl takes it like a champ but still... my god! I want to hug my bb Miki... How dare anyone hurt her?! I want to go to an EM happy place again. help?

omg… Wdym the way they talked about Mikasa? It better have been good 😤 share the link bestie, you know I’m partial to a little casual EH on the side so I’m curious

ANYWAY usually i have nothing happy to offer regarding em but I dug up this fluffy snippet I wrote for “high school years” but it never made it into the fic for some reason. Hope it helps to cheer u up!

It’s Eren fussing over Mikasa when she’s sick basically ❤️

…

“... You’re in a hurry,” Connie observes, as he watches Eren slam his locker door, wrestling with his backpack and the unusual number of papers and folders he carried. “... And are those assignments?! So many of them?!”

“They’re not mine,” he grumbles, “... ‘s Mikasa’s. She asked me to pick up her homework.”

“Where is she by the way? I haven't seen her all day,” Sasha remarks.

Eren huffs impatiently. “She’s sick, and I really should get home,” -

“... Oh no, what happened to her? Can I come over and see her in a bit? I could bring some soup..?”

“... No,” he bites out, “She needs to rest. And besides,” he adds petulantly, “... I can make soup for her myself.”

“Now do you guys have any other urgent questions or may I leave?” Eren looks annoyed and makes no effort to hide it, mouth pulled into a scowl, eyes looking completely distressed.

His friends elect to stay silent instead of messing with his temper any further - that was solely Jean’s area of interest - and move out of his way.

Connie turns to Armin, wide eyed. “Has he always been this way when Mikasa is sick?”

Armin doesn’t even bother to look up from his novel. The Eren and Mikasa show had rarely changed its tune since his viewership at the age of 9. They were obsessed with each other, and even though the “boyfriend” tag was new, Eren had fussed over Mikasa this way for as long as he could remember. “... Always.”

…

He gets home on his bike in record speed, and despite his hurry he makes sure to close the door gently - in case she was napping.

But of course, what he actually sees when he enters, is her standing by the stove, ostensibly stirring the soup that he had fully intended to make for her, had she not decided to be her usual independent, busybody self.

“What the fuck, Mikasa? Do you not understand the concept of ‘taking rest’?” He quickly makes his way to the stove and pointedly grabs the ladle away from her, shooing her away to sit down.

“... I spent the whole day in bed, Eren,” she mumbles, pouting prettily. She retreats to one of the chairs by the dining table, hugging her knees to her chin.

“Oh?” He raises his eyebrows, “... then care to tell me what the Physics text book is doing out here on the dining table?”

She buries her face in her knees, and thinking he wouldn’t hear it, she mutters, “... I feel fine.” Eren could really be so overbearing when he was fussing over her.

“Fine?!” He looks at her incredulously, annoyance and concern and irritation bright in his grassy eyes. “... Babe, you fainted while you were brushing your teeth. That is not fine.” He walks over to her, bringing a steaming hot bowl of hot and sour soup and placing it in front of her.

Hot and Sour is Mikasa’s favourite, it always has been, since as far as he can remember, since his mother would make it for her whenever she came over. Usually there was a brightness in her eyes, contentment as she inhaled her favourite aroma, but today her eyes are just glassy and glazed over, her tiny nose scrunched and pink at the tip as she tries not to sniffle too visibly in front of him.

Sighing, he places a hand on her forehead to check her temperature. “... You still feel warm,” he murmurs. His fingers linger on her damp forehead, gently tucking away her bangs. She’s so cute, he thinks, even like this, looking dazed and snivelly, and utterly distressed in an old sweatshirt of his that has solely been relegated to at-home wear for Mikasa. Subconsciously his fingers trail to her chin, and he resists the sudden, very strong urge to kiss her.

Cheekily she asks, completely unlike herself, “... Is this just you saying I’m kinda hot?”

His eyes widen, completely thrown off guard. Turning around abruptly, deliberately hiding the heat in his cheeks, he grumbles, “... just drink the fucking soup, Mikasa.”

#high school years #anonymous conversations #eremika

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altruistic-meme · 3 years

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AFTG fic recs

Hi all! I just wanted to share some of my all-time favorite fanfics for aftg, for no real reason other than I want more people to read them and send their love to the authors :)

Under a readmore because it got. A little long. But please enjoy!

WIPs

Dangerous Habits by LovelyLittleGrim ( @lovelylittlegrim )

Andrew has run into problems while on undercover jobs before. None of those problems were anything like the troublesome runaway that is one Nathaniel Wesninski

Aka: the fic where Andrew is undercover as a hitman for hire and Neil is the guy who hires him. Things get complicated from there.

Undercover Andrew? BAMF Neil? Hitman AU?? Absolutely. I’m in love. The story is just *chef kisses*

Chapters: 8/9

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence, past rape/non-con, Drake Spear (who is his own warning), Butcher Neil,

Negotiations by elesary ( @elesary )

This is what Andrew Minyard knows: his brother is dead, killed by a petty Raven prince who has never learned to keep his hands off of Andrew's things. His brother's daughters are his responsibility, a job that is made infinitely harder when their shitty grandparents want custody. Nathaniel Wesninski is a liar, but he might be the only way to avenge Aaron and protect his nieces. All Andrew has to do is watch Nathaniels - Neil's- back as he carves out his own life and identity from everyone who thinks they own him.

Andrew has always been good at upholding his end of the bargain, has he finally found someone willing to uphold theirs?

This fic has got me fucked up, honestly. I’m emotional over it. It’s fantastic.

Chapters: 11/?

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence, attempted sexual assault, Butcher Neil,

the upper hand by plantelty ( @plantelty )

Shortly after losing his mother, Neil arrives in the small town of Palmetto, South Carolina, alone in the world and with an impossible plan to carry through.

At the age of eighteen, Andrew ends up helping a boy stage his own death.

Just two fucked up boys learning to trust each other during the course of a summer, but also: multiple references to songs, twinyard angst (Nicky tries his best), The Plotting of Neil Josten's Gruesome Demise, and shit hitting the fan in a variety of ugly ways!

The cliffhanger has got me on the edge of my seat, but it is 100% worth the read and the wait for the last chapter!!

Chapters: 10/11

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Canon typical violence,

The Butcher’s House by Fire_Bear ( @fire-bear )

Andrew thought something was odd with the house the Foxes had to move into after their Athletes' House had been burnt down. He just wasn't prepared for what was actually wrong with it.

For this was a house full of monsters.

Ghost story! Ghost story! Ghost story! I literally think about this fic every other day, it’s fantastic.

Chapters: 6/?

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Warnings: character death (major or minor is unclear), injuries,

Promise of an Unbroken Boy by elesary ( @elesary )

Neil is caught by the police with Mary's burning body and is sent to juvie in Oakland where he is assigned to share a cell with one Andrew Doe, who promises him Exy, if only Neil will tell him all of his secrets. With no access to tinted contacts and hair dye, he agrees, it's only a matter of time until he's killed after all. What does he have to lose?

But Andrew's found someone who knows what a promise means, and he'll be damned if he lets that go without a fight.

Ngl this is definitely in my very top favorites -- I LOVE the idea of Neil and Andrew meeting pre-series, and this fic just BLEW my expectations for that plotline out of the waters

Chapters: 14/?

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence, Underage, attempted rape/non-con, canon-typical violence,

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Complete

The Nameless Monster by kanekicure ( @kanekicure )

Nathaniel Wesninski wants nothing more than to see his father dead and buried. But when his father promises him the title of The Butcher, Nathaniel quickly realizes that his destiny of following in his father's footsteps is closer than ever before.

So of course, when he gets forced to go undercover for the Baltimore police, he starts seeing what living could truly be.

Andrew Minyard is a newly recruited police officer for the worst precinct in Baltimore, who is dedicated on hunting down the notorious Butcher and his unnamed underling. But when Neil Josten is thrown into his midst as his civilian consultant; he starts to realize some things don't quite appear as they seem.

I love the story telling -- the secret identities, the plotting, everything.

Chapters: 14/14

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence, Butcher Neil, implied/referenced rape/non-con, implied/referenced child abuse, implied/referenced slef-harm (I believe there is a scene that is somewhat detailed on this subject), some characters also get drugged at one point,

that’s just something people say by nanatsuyu ( @theoctopusnods )

Neil makes the mistake of stealing the wrong car. Andrew makes the mistake of offering a ride to a liar. They both make the mistake of turning the whole affair into a road trip ‘home.’

Gonna be honest; the summary does not give a big idea as to what is in store and i am SO GLAD I gave this one a try so i’m telling you that you will be too

Chapters: 24/24

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Warnings: implied/referenced child abuse, panic attacks (somewhat grahic descriptions of)

The Story After You by kanekicure ( @kanekicure )

Andrew Minyard does not understand how Riko Moriyama landed Neil Wesninski.

How the snot-nosed, small dick, rich brat, second son of the Moriyama family who also just so happened to own the largest EXY gear and merchandiser company in the world “RAVEN” - had landed smart mouthed, quick witted, stupidly blue eyed Wesninski, was beyond him. Well, unless Wesninski was a gold digger, but Andrew doubted it.

Or; how Andrew Minyard says he doesn't get into messy situations, until he meets Neil and suddenly he is in the most messiest possible situation ever imagined in his life - oh and also, he might be becoming a homewrecker.

Ok I am behind bc I haven’t read the final chapter of this but!! I love the story, it’s very emotional and moving, and I love the characterization in it.

Chapters: 10/10

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Abusive Riko/Neil, abusive relationship, implied/referenced rape/non-con, implied/reference child abuse, implied/referenced self-harm, graphic depictions of violence, some descriptions of injuries/scarring,

This Complicated Life by 5a5b5p5 ( @andrewsbutterflyknife )

“This is exactly why I don’t want you and Andrew to meet,” Aaron says grumpily. “You two would get along far too well.”

Neil grins. “I just like pissing you off,” he says, “It’s not my fault your brother does such a good job at it.”

—

Neil doesn’t expect much from his Sophomore year of college, but when he becomes a waiter at the Palmetto Bistro, his life gets a whole lot more interesting. As it turns out, maintaining friendships new and old as well as navigating an interesting relationship with the head chef of the restaurant—who just so happens to be his best friend’s twin brother—is a lot more complicated than he’d thought it would be.

A much more light-hearted fic than most of the others! Includes a secret relationship, and also chef Andrew >>

Chapters: 10/10

Rating: Mature

Warnings:

When I Fade, Keep Me in Your Memory by demesh

Neil Josten has a secret: he can flicker out of existence.

He can vanish with the turn of a thought; click his fingers, and suddenly he’s not there anymore. Invisible and untouchable, he becomes a living ghost.

Having promised his mother never to let his ability go, Neil teeters the line between faded and real, a person and an echo. He can’t risk getting hurt.

But then, one day, someone sees him when they shouldn’t be able to.

A (flower-shop) AU about how a faded and lonely Neil finds it in him to become someone real.

Another fic that I need to catch up on ;; but anyway it’s amazing and I love Neil’s ability in it, it’s so well explained and well-written about

Chapters: 12/12

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Warnings: mentions of past abuse, panic attacks

12 Ways to Woo a Minyard by NikNak22 ( @knickknacksandallthat )

Neil is a math nerd who, by a stroke of dumb luck, falls into a group of friends that are the closest thing to family he’s ever had. So, when he tells them about his new mysterious crush, he shouldn’t be surprised how immediately they come up with a plan to help win them over. One they insist that if Neil follows it, he’ll have them falling for him in no time. But things don’t always go to plan – or do they?

Nicky wants to set him up with someone else. Matt and Jeremy are confused but supportive. Allison and Seth offer lewd suggestions, while Dan does her best to keep everyone in line. Jean and Renee know something, Aaron doesn’t really care, and Kevin just wants Neil to join the lacrosse team.

But one thing’s for certain – whether Neil’s successful or not, everyone’s got money riding on this.

The romance-trope-filled fanfic of my dreams. Sometimes you just need a fic of pure joy -- this is that fic.

Chapters: 14/14

Rating: Mature

Warnings:

finders keepers by moonix ( @annawrites )

Andrew meets Nathaniel through a scavenger hunt app. As their team takes part in a hunt that sends each of them to creepy, abandoned places alone to solve clues and gain points, Andrew and Nathaniel begin a little treasure hunt of their own. The anonymity of getting to know each other in small increments, never meeting face-to-face, allows them a level of intimacy neither are used to. Meanwhile Renee’s friend Neil is acting weird whenever Andrew shows up…

This was one of the first fics I read for aftg!! And BOY what a great start!! All of the little pieces and parts that work together, and just the scavenger hunt itself is fantastic! (I also REALLY wanna know if there is an app like this out there because I would be down to do that)

Chapters: 8/8

Rating: Mature

Warnings: (these all come from the author:) “mentions of historical abuse in a mental asylum, mentions of suicide, mentions of murder and kidnapping, morbid facts, creepy abandoned places including a haunted house at a theme park with disturbing rooms, special appearance of a creepy clown doll, fatphobia and some introspection on body image/complicated relationship with food, mention of self harm scars”

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Scared to Live (But I’m Scared to Die) by Major_816 ( @major816 )

Neil Josten goes to the Nest for Andrew, but he stays for a lot more.

"I'm sorry Coach," he muttered.

"For what kid?" Wymack shifted. "You've got to give me something to work with here."

Wymack watched the thin traces of sorrow as paper exchanged hands and he was looking down at a contract with the Edgar Allan Raven's.

"I signed them Coach, I'm sorry."

The one where Neil doesn't come back from Winter Break.

It is VERY dark, and is one of very few fics that I have actually been almost unable to read one of the scenes, so DEFINITELY pay attention to the warnings -- both these, and the ones provided for each individual chapter. I did go through the fic to collect as many warnings as I could find in the chapter warnings, but be sure to take care of yourself.

Chapters: 36/36

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: rape/non-con elements, implied/referenced rape/non-con, discussions of rape/non-con, canon-typical violence, graphic descritions, physical abuse, panic attacks, descriptions of injuries (often graphic), psychological warfare, dissociating, psychological torture, physical torture, use of knives, alcoholism/alcohol abuse, pain-induced delirium, rape/non-con, emotional self-separation, suicidal ideation/thoughts of suicide, emotional distress (which sums up the whole fic and also me while reading it), handcuffs/chains used as restraints, referenced/implied abuse towards animals, vomitting, begging, excessive use of painkillers, drowning, waterboarding, physical restraint, mutilation of an animal, mild hallucinations, non-con drugging, sleep deprivation, starvation, humiliation, the Butcher,

Also one of the first fics I read and 100% my absolute favorite fic!!! Which is adfjhsd a little worrying, considering, but it is what it is. Anyway. This fic absolutely wrecked me, and while it is technically complete, there is a sequel in the works! So! But I am so so excited for the sequel, and I am working on rereading this. It’s amazing. 1000/10.

#also!! btw i would love if anyone has more fic recs >> just an fyi >>#idk if demesh doesn't have a tumblr but i couldn't find one :(#also major816 for some reason i can never tag and idk why #aftg #all for the game #andreil #the foxhole court #tfc #andrew minyard #neil josten #fic rec #rec list

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saintobio · 2 years

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what’s Sachiro’s astrological sign?

also great job on the new chapter, i’d be typing a dictionary to describe how much i love it but to keep it short - i honestly can’t wait to see what you do with the series. hope you have a good day, stay healthy and hydrated! love you <3

aries !! and thank u sm mwa <33

Anonymous said

completely u related to say but saint you should watch My Name on netflix it just came out. It reminds me so much of Underground Fight Club! here’s there summary

“Following her father's murder, a revenge-driven woman puts her trust in a powerful crime boss -- and enters the force under his direction.”

Also the mc is literally Han So Hee 😭😭

i’m actually planning to watch that :0 it looks so exciting and i love han sohee so much aaaAaAAAa

Anonymous said

lovely chapter saint. i admire your hardwork and dedication. btw, is there a possibility we would get a suguru x reader in the future (doesnt have to be a series cus i know how taxing it can be even tho im not a writer lol) outside of snverse? also i hope you’re taking good care of yourself. dont forget to drink plenty of water love <3

- 🪐 anon

thank youuuu and i’m not sure yet baby, but it’s possible :’) it’s just that i rly only have the motivation to write for gojo rn

@shintin said

from the moment i read the new chapter i become sad, poor satoru, don't tell me that he lost the memory of past 3 years 😭😭😭 my heart was heavy from reading Y/N's situation...please don't this story with sad ending, it will reallu effect me 😭😭😭 i want to bite their son's cheeks when he said dada has a boo boo 😍😍😍 he is so cuuuute 😍😍😍 i love you Saint 😍😍😍 but please think about happy ending 🥲🥲🥲

hahahahah u can handle it 😭 i promise

Anonymous said

geto taking satoru's side is understandable since theyre best friends but he made me mad when he was talking to the mc in sy. him and shoko were both kind of enablers. especially during that one trip they should never have allowed sera to come along. they were also somewhat at fault. probably not compl, but still they were wrong

damn, straight fax tho ieiri did show that she doesn’t tolerate it and so did getou later in the series

Anonymous said

Hey Saint! Are there any other fics you're working on besides Sincerely Yours or is it your last one? Btw I just wanted to tell you your writing is amazing and the first chapter is so good ❤️❤️❤️

i lost my wips but i rly wanna finish aab and aos !! they’re on my navi you see 😭 hopefully i get to post someday. and thank u very much !!!

Anonymous said

So when can I hope for some sera x sukuna, saaiinntttt??? I hope we get some of them because since reading their side story I got sooo excited for more. Their story was so interesting and refreshing!! Also because I’m not really feeling MC anymore. Hope you’re staying healthy! Love❤️❤️

maybe soon, we’ll see :D they’re just a side story so don’t expect many scenes

Anonymous said

“My wife.” He had all of you at a loss for words while his eyes only searched for the woman he believed he still loved. “Let’s go home.”

WHAT DOES THAT MEAN PLS. he believed he still loved. so he doesn't anymore ???? why u do this to me 😔😔😔 ajshwkwjrshwiei pls this is gonna hurt so bad i just know. so the fluff that's gonna hurt is when they are spending their time together as a family but satoru doesn't remember anything soooo

gahahah secret :p

Anonymous said

Sn1 really made me cry and i'm a sucker for angst. I really love this sotry and can't wait for Sn2. Also how people see the perspective of the characters is amazing. There both in a wrong no matter how you see it. Even people saying that yn hid the baby is the first selfish thing she has done, but still its not right tho. Also i can see why see runaway from her wedding w/ toji tho, girl have some major trust issues (even tho he will definitely not cheat on her). I love how the ending is kinda open no one knows who will end up w/ who(except sain tho) and it kinda gives the thrill and makes me excited. Btw you officially have become one of my fave author and the first one i have read is the iwaizumi fanfic.

A bit shameless to ask, but if ever toji and yn didn't end up together i kinda hope you make fanfic about them. I just love your writing style and how the story goes.

if yn ever ends up with someone or no one at all, i don’t rly plan to create alternate endings bc that lessens the impact of the finale iykwim 🥺 also omg ufc was the first fic you’ve read from me? or is it the college one

Anonymous said

Omg love idk what author's note the rest are talking about I can't find it anywhere on your new post 😭 I'll miss you so damn much, your writing and your answers to asks are two things I always look forward to. These days only genshin, anime, SN and SN2 keep me going. I truly wish you the best in your future endeavors, you've made a place in our hearts and we're always going to wish you well

Love you soooooo much 💖

love u too and i’m not leaving dw 😆 just might take breaks here and there <33 ty for ur kind words baby

Anonymous said

will gen feel any remorse at all? i find it hard to believe that she ever will, but i really want her to feel at least some sort of guilt. didn’t she guide her sister in the direction of hiding the baby?

she’s not heartless, so maybe. and she’s not protective of yn for no reason. at the end of the day she just wants her sister to get out of that toxicity, especially after knowing how much she suffered from her marriage.

Anonymous said

Ahhhhh, Saiiiint. Welcome back ❤️

Definitely see some things being set up right now, so won't comment on stuff. Can't wait to see everything unfold.

Tojiiiiiiiii. TOOOJIIII 🥺😭

Also, GETO. IEIRI. FIANCÉ. HELP. That made my day HAHHHA.

Oh, and to help (and perpetuate) the Gojo brain rot:

https://kakyoinsbunny.tumblr.com/post/667527721218424832/sigh-takes-off-pants-credit-to-levischailatte

I have to say, while Nanamin and Toji are my faves, this made me spit my water and drop to my knees.

— 🦈 Anon

shark anon i. am. crying !! that link 😵‍💫 sdjsbsja

Anonymous said

totally unrelated to your writing but whenever i see someone with similar hair to yours on tiktok, i’m always like “oh my god, saint is that you” lmfao

i love you and your fics so much, you’re the queen on fanfiction

omgggg that’s so cute 🥺🥺🥺 and thank u baby !! i’m def not hahahh

#saint ♱ asks #series: sincerely yours

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demonictales · 3 years

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May I ask for headcanons with Wei ying, Jiang Cheng and Nie huiashang (if I spelled that right). Where reader was their one of their best friend and a Wen, but soon disappeared when the Wen clan started to take over the other sects. Boys then finding their friend, disabled from their golden core and imprisoned in a remote place where no one could have found them, because they rebelled against the clan leader. Could be more angsty if they lost their hearing or sight, because they were tortured.

oh, i’m excited how this one will turn out. here we go! my heart while writing this went →↑→↑←↑↓↑→↑←↓ also I know you said imprisioned but i got kinda carried away writing this. I'm so sorry okijd

TW: TORTURE, BLINDNESS

GUSU LAN CLAN LECTURES

First of all you were Wen Chao's cousin, unfortunately. However, you pretty much did as you wanted to because who could really control you, so of course you went along to the Lan Clan's lectures alongside Wen Qing and Wen Ning.

Of course you arrived in old fashioned Wen manner and interrupted the ceremony already breaking rules at the entrance. When no one else but Wei Wuxian spoke up. It did indeed amuse you the way he spoke up agains Wen Chao so you carefully watched him.

Excused for the day all three of you eventually went their own way. You had no idea what Wen Qing was up to or Wen Ning, so you eventually walked around the clan, exploring your new home for the few lectures to come. Eventually, in the back hill you bumped into Wei Wuxian who thought Wen Ning to use bow and arrow until that nearly backfired when Wen Qing's voice rang through the air.

"Let's say we are even now that you nearly killed Lady Wen. ---" You were joking obviously, but refering to the earlier incident.

He wasn't quite sure how to deal with you yet but it seemed you made quite the point. Eventually you walked along with him, leaving Wen Ning and Qing to their own.

Meeting Jiang Cheng once more you, indeed did apologize for interrupting his greetings earlier that day. You were quite different than most in the Wen Clan, you did apologize and show manners, though you weren't completely innocent.

As much as you did enjoy art and classics, you were also a little troublemaker, It was a healthy combination of mischief and manners that allowed you to walk the grey zone. So of course you soon bonded with Wei Wuxian, Jiang Cheng and Nie Huiasang.

You became great friends soon. You learned about Wei Wuxian's mischief, enjoyed his stories of bickering with Lan Zhan, came to know Nie Huiasang's grand taste and love for art and other not so lady like things, as well as his dislike for fighting and of course Jiang Cheng, he was rather complicated but you still enjoyed his presence. You could never quite tell what was on his mind but you knew for sure he deeply cared for his family. He was in fact, someone who seemed to long for his own little happy ending.

Meeting up in secret for a drinking which was strictly forbidden, you had lots of fun until the next morning when you were called for punishment. Even though you were a Wen, you could simply walk away but decided to stay and take the 50 hits. You had made friends for a lifetime during the lectures.

WEN CLAN LECTURES

You'd lie if you say you weren't excited to see your friends again, however, it weren't the best circumstances. You greatly disliked the way it had processed to far yet there they stood, all clans: Nie Clan, Jin Clan, Jiang Clang and eventually Hanguang Jun.

This wasn't much of a lecture, more of Wen Chao showing of his power due to the enormous power the Quishan Wen Clan had gathered. You weren't sure if you were embarrassed or disgusted by your cousin but either way, knowing Wei Wuxian's character you soon had something to laugh. And you were right.

Wen Chao made him recite the Wen Clan rules which ironicially, he didn't even know himself so you nearly busted a lung and earned an angry side eye from your cousin when Wei Wuxian recited the Lan Clan rules.

Of course this would not go without punishment, not for you not for Wei Wuxian and co.

Eventually you helped with the dung being spread, being trapped between Jin Zixuan, Wei Wuxian and Lan Zhan. Fun times. Once more, you apologizes for his behaviour knowing your words could do nothing. The only thing this gave you was the title of Gentle Wen. An embarrassment to your family but in the cultivation world between your friends quite the praise.

You tried getting their swords back but with no luck. You only ended up being grounded in your own room with guards outside.

You weren't able to help your friends out and it did annoy you. It seemed as if you tried harder the more complicated it would get for you to get out of here. It did drive you insane.

When every visitor was suppossed to hunt the monster that roamed through the mountain you once again were by their side, refusing to speak nor act according to your cousin's order.

Which led to quite the argument between you, who stood on your friends side, and Wen Chao and his woman, who for the love of cultivation, wondered where she came from

Either way, you stood between him and Wang Lingjiao when she had ordered to use Mianmian as a sacrifice. You at this point who would believe you, matter of fact, you knew that he was just being abusive. Safe to say it did piss your cousin off and ended up in a fight, eventually were Wei Wuxian would get hurt.

Just like the rest, you got stuck in the cave alongside the rest of the cultivators. Proofing your loyalty to your friends once more. Not so much to the other clans.

This time you helped out Huaisang the most. The poor guy was frightened to death. He was such a soft boy. You felt bad about it and apologzied multiple times while staying by his side, doing your best to help him through the situation. At this point, if you were no traitor to the Wen Clan what else could you possibly be?

You followed Jiang Cheng's introductions to leave the cave through the water, Nie Huaisang by your side.

After all you had made it out word spread proufoundly about you and the Wen Clan. Some said you were a spy, working for the Wen Clan and earning sympathy, others said you were honest about your intentions, later was some encouring words by Nie Huaisang. You truly did appreciate his words.

The moment you stepped foot into Qishan, you were confined to you room until they needed you. They made use of your connections to Wei Wuxian, Jiang Cheng and Nie Huaisang whenever they needed to. Tricky but smart.

WEN CHAOS HAVOC + SUNHOT CAMPAIGN

It was only when you dumb cousin started to wreak havoc among the clans that you started to see the situation clearly and did not want to have anything to do with it. After cloud recesse had been burned to nearly ashes you spoke up, you were against it. Precious memories were made there and now they had became ashes, quite literally.

If you had known about all the scheming you'd have told Lan Xichen right away, made sure nothing would happen to the Gusu Lan Clan. But being confined barely gave you any choices until one day you fought your way out, meeting your uncle, confronting him about it.

You knew that the Wen Clan was better than that, but the yin iron had taken up to much of his sanity, he instructed Wen Chao to take care of you.

Of course it pained you to see all the chaos and blood being she'd of cour once former friends familie's. There did not a day go by where you begged him to stop. You even tried going against him, but failed miserably.

Wang Lingjiao enjoyed her given power, using it to destroy every piece of hope you still had. Even bringing you along to Lotus Pier to watch the massacre of your closest friends parents.

Daily torture was on your agenda. Being wipped, being burned, being starved or simply kicked and punched by her minions. But you were to prideful to give in just so easily, especially when you head news of Jiang Cheng being captured.

Again, you tried your best to stop him but Wen Chao had enough of your antic and ordered Wen Zuhliu to end it but his woman had a better idea. Get rid of her golden core and blind her. It was her revenge for you spitting the hot soup right into her face, eventually burning her slightly. It was worth it.

You were left in pain, after you felt the power leave your body, the spiritual power who kept healing you in a very slow pace if you needed it but eventually had lost it. The worst was losing your sight, the light of day, not knowing if it was day or night, not being able to navigate on your own.

Treason, that was the reason. You could have had so much more if it wasn't for your weak heart. The words were spoken as hot iron was pushed into your eyes. Your screams were hunting the people who were present. Yet you had lost all of hope and strength in one night, being dumped somewhere on a mountain with nothing but the purpose to die.

After the sunshot campaign people had wondered what happened to you as you were nowhere to be found, yet they all agreed to not search and leave things as they were, the Qishan Wen Clan was extinguished.

PASSING YEARS

Years had passed and you had managed to get yourself back on your feet, even if it wasn't as safe anymore. You learned to live with your blindness.

Deep in the forest in an abandoned little hut. It was perfect for you. You secluded yourself from the world, living in peace. You remembered some tricks your old friend Wei Wuxian had once taught you, and even though your golden core was gone, little tricks like these did do. Obviously you had to renew them every now and then but it was no bother at all.

What you did not know was that the mountain, or rather the forest you lived in belonged to a clan, and possible night hunt had given up your days of silence and years being secluded.

Only when you heard footsteps that did not belong to anything on your small land, you ended up hiding in your small hut, a knife held firmly in your hands.

The voices you could make out seemed familiar but you stayed quiet, perhaps they'd leave.

Of course they did not leave and soon it seemed, three people were standing in your small front yard where chicken where quietly eating and living.

They surely were surprised that someone had managed to live on the mountain of the Jin Clan largest property. That did put you quite in panic. You knew they were your death sentence if they would find you, so you tried to sneak away, but of course Wei Wuxian was one step ahead of you.

" Where do you think you're going ?"

" Wei Wuxian? "

Your voice was hesitant yet filled with surprise but you could definitely make out his voice between a hundred people. A smile almost creeped upon your lips, soley depending on your hearing.

Your attire was still very much simple. A very out worn red hanfu, the logos of the Wen Clan faded but still slightly visible. It was Nie Huaisang that pointed this out. Of course he would notice such details, so he still was alive and breathing. You were deligthed to know this.

However, it was Jiang Cheng who put 1 and 1 together.

" Lady Y/N ? ---"

Silence filled by gasp of Nie Huaisang, as you nodded quietly.

"Guilty."

You were not sure how to feel, happy that you finally met the people you once called friends or scared knowing it could now mean your death.

"I'm glad to hear you are all still well. How have you been all these years? -----"

They would have expected anything but not to meet you. It were raw and mixed feelings. You know you owed Jiang Cheng your live for your family had taken his. You dared not to move your head his way and kept it strictly on the ground.

It was also Wei Wuxians family but it wasn't as deeply rooted.

Nie Huaisang was the first one to approach you, carefully. Asking what had happened to you. So until late night, you told them what happened to you, what your clan did to you, how you ended up here.

You also apologized again, falling to your knees, knowing you could not make up for the loses they had suffered. You started crying, begging for forgiveness.

They explained what had happened on their side, and also admitting they hoped they had not lost you but eventually gave up. You on the other hand did not blame them.

It was a bittersweet reunion after years of forming friendship, betrayal and chaos. Feeling pain and rejoycing again.

#mdzs x reader #mdzs reader insert #wei wuxian x reader #jiang cheng x reader #nie huiasang x reader #the untamed x reader #cdrama x reader

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xx-narcissa · 3 years

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My Favorite Girls

warnings: swearing, mentions of breaking up

a/n: jesus i need to sort out my WIPs so bad. but this idea came to my head and i couldn’t help myself because it seems like such a cute concept! i feel like this is kinda messy but i like it so i hope y’all like it too :)

pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Black!Single mother!Reader

summary: After weeks of persuasion, Natasha finally got Wanda to give dating apps a try. She met a few women, none of which she liked. And she was about to give up until she matched with you. She decided to try one last time, completely unaware of how much you’d change her life in under a year.

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“Wanda, you can’t just sit in the tower all day watching romcoms. It’s just depressing to see.” Natasha sat down next to her best friend and took a few pieces of her popcorn. “Give me your phone.”

“Why?” Wanda eyed the woman suspiciously, while still doing what she was told.

“Because. I’m going to find you a girlfriend. Or at least a friend in general.”

“Aren’t you enough?” The witch pouted playfully. “Oh trust me, you’re never gonna be able to replace me. You just seem so lonely sometimes so I think you could benefit from having someone to connect with romantically.” Natasha opened the app store and typed in ‘Tinder’. Which prompted Wanda to snatch her phone back with widened eyes.

Natasha gave her a confused look and tried to take the phone back, but Wanda wouldn’t let her. “Are you crazy? I’ve heard of so many people meeting weirdos and creeps on there! They get stalked or kidnapped or whatever and I don’t want that.”

“Wanda. You literally have magic. Nothing’s gonna happen.”

“Well, I’d rather meet people the old fashioned way. Bump into them at the store or something and then exchange numbers.”

“Be realistic. You don’t get out enough for that to happen. And we all know you’d be too shy to ask for anyone’s number. Just think about it, okay?” Natasha pat her shoulder before standing up and leaving the common area. Letting the witch finish her cheesy romcom in peace.

*~*~*~*~*~*

Natasha squeezed her arms around Wanda in excitement. It may not seem like a big deal to most people, but Natasha was happy that her best friend had finally agreed to give dating apps a try. That way she could potentially find someone, or at least just spend more time outside in the process.

“Ooh, she’s cute.”

“Pass.” Wanda mumbled. “Why?” Natasha frowned at her.

“Because. She only put a picture of her and her cat because she wants people to think she’s inviting when really she is a psychopath.”

Natasha chuckled at Wandas paranoid rambling. “Or maybe, she just wants to show how much of a cat lover she is. Look at her bio. It says ‘cat lover’ so of course she took a picture with her cat. I’m accepting.”

The witch sighed and rubbed her temples, they had only just started but she was already getting stressed out. She was scared about finding someone new. It’s been a while since she’s dated anyone, and she was nervous she’d mess it up. Or worse, be the cause of them getting hurt.

“She’s typing! I’ll make small talk for you.” Natasha grinned at the phone and immediately responded to the girl, whose name was apparently ‘Sabrina’. “Alright, she said she’d love to go out for coffee in the morning! I’ll text her the address of that dingy place you like, and then I’ll put a reminder on your phone so you don’t forget.”

Wanda could only hope her friend was right, and that she’d end up finding her perfect match.

*~*~*~*~*~*

Six dates.

So far Wanda has went on six dates with six women and none of them were as promising as she was led to believe. The first girl wouldn’t shut up about her own achievements, barely letting Wanda get a word in. However, the second girl wouldn’t stop gushing about how she was on a date with an Avenger. The next two girls were just really strange. Asking invasive questions and being really pushy. The fifth girl gave Wanda bad vibes, she was on her phone the entire time, and seemed uninterested whenever Wanda tried to make conversation. The last girl showed up 40 minutes late and only stayed for 10 minutes before leaving Wanda alone to pay for the food that they hadn’t even received yet.

She was ready to give up. But Natasha insisted she look through one more time. Even if she didn’t contact any of them, she could at least use this as a chance to look at some good looking people before deleting the app and returning to her lonesome ways. At the moment, Natasha was scrolling for her, while Wanda levitated a stress ball with her powers. “Holy shit! Look at her!” Natasha jumped onto the bed, catching Wanda off guard and making her drop the ball onto her face.

Natasha practically shoved the phone at the girl, with a wide grin as she took a look at the person she was showing her. The woman on the screen was absolutely beautiful. Her braided hair, her plump lips, and her vibrant brown skin. Wanda loved everything she was seeing, and didn’t even bother reading anything but her name as she quickly swiped right to make conversation. “What happened to ‘giving up’?” Natasha laughed at her eagerness.

“Well, you said I should get one last good look. So why not give it one last try?”

(Y/N). The name lit up Wandas screen as you texted her back. The two of you talked a little bit, just simple questions like ‘how are you?’ and ‘what are you doing?’. Natasha, upset that the conversation was going essentially nowhere, snatched the phone and proposed a date at a fancy restaurant downtown, that would be a perfect place to bring a beautiful woman like you. You of course said yes, never one to turn down a nice meal.

Wanda spent the next two days worrying and worrying about what she was going to wear, what she was going to say. She was so nervous she didn’t even bother thinking about how you might be like her previous dates. She had a strong feeling that you were different. Better.

When Friday night finally rolled around, Wanda made sure to get there a little early to make sure that you guys would have a nice table. As soon as she made sure the table was cleaned to perfection, you walked in looking absolutely stunning. She had to stop herself from staring. You had a loose fitting dress, that had a slit on the left side, revealing a little bit of your smooth legs. Your hair was in the same braids she had seen in the picture, yet they had little gold accessories on them this time. She had no idea what they were, but she knew they complimented your makeup perfectly.

Wanda waved you over and you went to sit. “You look lovely.” She smiled, determined to not act shy around you. She wanted you to know she was serious about whatever she said.

You felt your face heat up, and you returned her smile. “Thank you. You don’t look half bad yourself.” Wanda giggled a little bit. The waiter came over to ask about drinks, Wanda ordered water, while you asked for a tropical alcoholic drink. “So, what do you do for a living?” You asked after a moment of silence.

She was happy you didn’t recognize her as an Avenger, because then that would make her think you only wanted to go on this date because of that. “Oh, well. I hate to sound like a bragger but I’m an Avenger.” Her tone was a little cocky, but it was nothing you didn’t like.

“Damn it. I knew you looked familiar. Just couldn’t figure out where I saw you from.” Your laugh was contagious, and it made her laugh along with you. “I don’t do anything cool like that. I’m an accountant. So just numbers and shit day in and day out.”

“Hey, numbers can be cool too. Like...well I can’t think of anything off the top of my head, but I’m sure your job is interesting as well.” The two of you continued with your conversation. Occasionally asking a question or two, but mainly just talking about things happening in your lives.

Everything was going smoothly. The food had come and you guys were just about ready for dessert. Then you said something that caught her completely off guard. Your phone was buzzing, so you excused yourself and went to answer the phone call, when you came back, you apologized. “Sorry. Just the babysitter asking if Kayla could stay up a little bit longer to finish watching her episode. I just couldn’t say no, she sounded so adorable in the background.” Your smile faded when Wanda choked on the water in her mouth. “Oh, damn. Are you good?” You handed her a napkin so she could wipe her mouth.

“Yes, I’m fine. I just didn’t know you had a daughter.”

“Well I put it in my bio! You should always read someone’s bio before asking them out. I’m sorry if you don’t like women with kids but that’s your own damn fault for not bothering to read it.”

She was taken aback by your sudden bluntness, but she also liked the way you stood up for yourself. “N-no! It’s not a problem. It’s just- you’re right. I should have read it, sorry.” You nodded, showing her she was forgiven, “I don’t mean to pry, but what happened with her father? Like, are you raising her alone?”

“It’s fine, I don’t mind talking about it. I told him I was pregnant and he said he just wasn’t ready for that. He said he didn’t even know if he wanted to marry me for sure or not. So anyways, we broke up. He supported me in the beginning, but once I got the hang of it and started getting support from my sister and friends he just slowly faded out of the picture. He calls on her birthday and holidays and stuff but that’s it. He’s got a fiancé now and I think they’re expecting.”

“Mm. Sorry it ended that way. How old is she?”

“She’s five now. Sometimes it seems like only yesterday she was in my arms and I was trying to get her to talk. They grow up so fast.”

*~*~*~*~*~*

Wanda anxiously waited at the door, she had come to pick you up for your three month anniversary. She smiled as the door swung open. Expecting it to be you, she extended her arm which held a bouquet of flowers, but instead it was a different woman. “Who are you?” She asked while pushing the bouquet away.

“Oh! I’m so sorry. I came to pick up (Y/N). Is she ready?”

The woman glared at Wanda in confusion, and then let her in the house. She gestured to the couch, and Wanda sat down as the woman walked away. There were toys all over the living room floor, so she knew Kayla was around somewhere. But since you had company, she didn’t want to try to look for her. She loved your house. It always smelt warm and inviting. Like a real home. Sure, she enjoyed living in the tower with the Avengers, but your house was just so relaxing, so she often found herself staying the night and helping you take care of Kayla.

“Wanda! Hi, what brings you here?” You had came up behind Wanda and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

She stood up, handed you the bouquet, and smiled. “Our anniversary. 3 months.” She saw your face drop in shock. “Oh, don’t tell me you’ve forgotten.”

You glared at the calendar on the wall, and face palmed yourself. “I’m so sorry, babe. I thought that was tomorrow. Today’s our annual family reunion, and I stupidly said I’ll host it. So now I’m in a rush to get everything ready before people start showing up.”

“Oh, that’s alright! Family is important. I’ll help you. What do you need me to do?” You smiled and wrapped your arms around her.

“Okay you can use your sparkles to set the table. And have Kayla put all those toys up. By the way, that’s my older sister Aisha.” You pointed at the woman who had answered the door earlier. “She will tell you where everything goes on the table. Listen to her. My younger sister Janelle will be over soon, she’s gonna bring more chairs and drinks and other refreshments. So when she gets here you help her set that stuff up too. I’m gonna finish cooking and then shower.” You pat Wanda on the back and scurried off into the kitchen.

As soon as you were gone, Aisha burst out laughing. “Sparkle magic, huh? What you do? Pull a bird out your hat?! Do a magic trick!” Wanda felt a little bit embarrassed, but none the less decided to show off her powers. She levitated the bouquet she brought over and placed it in an empty vase sat in the middle of the table.

“I’m Wanda Maximoff. It’s great to meet you.” Wanda shook Aishas hand as she simply stood there in shock.

Wanda listened to everything Aisha told her, and also listened to everything Janelle told her once she arrived. The three of them were able to get everything set up and clean before people started arriving. Wanda felt a little bit nervous, like she shouldn’t be there because she wasn’t family, but a light squeeze to her forearm from your soft hand reassured her.

“Do they know about me? I feel like I’m getting a lot of stares.”

“No. They don’t need to be all up in my business. They would just be asking a whole bunch of damn questions anyways. Now, go make yourself a plate. I bet you’re hungry from all that magic.” You giggled and pressed a soft kiss to her nose.

As soon as she walked away, your aunts and uncles and cousins came up to ask questions. “Jesus, y’all. Give me some space. And don’t come up to her with all those questions, you’ll run her off and I really like her.”

“Hm. Well I guess if you happy then I’m happy. But you tell her that if anything happens to my baby or my grandbaby, she’s gone be the first to catch these hands.” You laughed at your mother’s antics. She was always supportive of you, even if she did resort to violence a lot. But she didn’t want you to be like that. Leave the fighting to her.

*~*~*~*~*~*

“And here we are!” Wanda exclaimed as the elevator doors opened. You and Kayla were going to be staying at the Avengers tower for a few days, while your house was being fumigated after your cousin saw a few roaches. It wasn’t a dirty house, those pests just always seemed to find a way inside this time of year. Usually you’d stay with Aisha, but Wanda insisted that the two of you come over to meet the Avengers.

The Avengers were like her family, and she felt bad knowing she had met your entire family after three months but you hadn’t met hers after almost eight months.

She took both of your bags and guided you to her room. Kayla was not very happy about the lack of decoration, and immediately got out some paper and pencils to make some drawings for the walls. After you guys got settled in, and Kayla had drawn some pictures of the three of you to hang up, Wanda took you to the common area to meet everyone else.

Tony, Natasha, Thor, and Sam were all sat in there at the moment. “Jesus, who is that?” Tony sat up and stared at you.

“I am (Y/N), and I am not available.” You smirked at his slightly disappointed face.

“Sorry about him. I’m Natasha. And It’s so great to finally meet you rather than just hear stories. I don’t know what Wanda was so ashamed of.”

“Ashamed?” The use of that word did hurt your feelings a little bit.

Wandas eyes widened and she immediately began shaking her head. “No! No! I never said that. Nat is just a huge liar and instigator.”

You simply dropped the topic and turned your attention to Thor, who had grabbed your hand and kissed it. He was one fine specimen. You couldn’t deny that. “It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Lady (Y/N).” He smiled and then stepped away, sitting back down.

Sam simply nodded at you, and you nodded back. You knew who he was. Everyone in your neighborhood knew him. It was actually a little bit hard to contain your excitement, because you couldn’t wait to get home and tell everyone about how you’d met Black Falcon.

While you didn’t want to make a big deal of it, Kayla climbed into his lap and hugged him. “Hi. You’re Black Falcon, right?” He nodded and she continued, “Well, mama says you’re her favorite. She said if she ever met you she’d hug you to death and then take bunches of pictures to spite Auntie Janelle and Auntie Aisha. You’re my grandpas favorite too. But my grandma says your suit is dumb.”

You pulled Kayla off of him and smiled awkwardly. “C’mon Kay, you know we don’t tell strangers our business.”

He laughed and stood up, pulling you both into a hug. “It’s alright. I’m glad she filled me in on the secret.”

Once he pulled away you couldn’t wipe the dumb smile off of your face. You knew you’d enjoy these next couple of days.

*~*~*~*~*~*

While you were packing up your stuff to go back home, you noticed Wanda laying on the bed and staring up at the ceiling. Kayla was sitting on her stomach, playing with her hands, trying to make magic come out of them. “What’s wrong?”

“What do you mean?” Wanda turned her head to look at you.

“I mean, people only stare up at the ceiling if they’re upset.”

She laughed and sat up, moving Kayla down to her thighs. “I’m not upset, dear. I’m just thinking.” You stopped what you were doing and sat next to her, a sign for her to keep talking, “I was just thinking about how much I adore the two of you. How lucky I am to have met both of you. I used to be so lonely and cut off from everyone for no good reason, but you guys really just bring out the best in me. I never want to lose you. I want to always be there for you. You guys are my favorite girls.”

You smiled and placed a soft kiss on her lips. Long enough to where it showed you agreed with her, but not long enough where it would be nasty for Kayla to see.

“I’m glad you feel that way. Because I do too. Every time we’re together my cheeks always hurt from smiling so damn much. And sometimes I wonder, is she using her magic on me? ‘Cause there ain’t no way I’ve fallen this hard.” She laughed and you leaned your head on her shoulder. “But nope. It’s just because you’re so amazing. And you’re so perfect. I wouldn’t change anything about you.”

She looked into your eyes for a moment, thinking about her next words carefully. But she decided now was as good a time as ever. “I love you.”

You were a little bit surprised, you thought it would take her longer to say it. But you knew she meant it. “I love you too.” She smiled at you, knowing you meant it too.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x reader #wanda fluff #wanda maximoff #black!reader #marvel

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starwers · 2 years

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Happy Story Teller Saturday!

Your OCs sound so cool! (I’m a huge sucker for tragic villains)

Would love to read a snippet about the person with a Sith Beast in their mind, or just hear more about how you came up with the concept.

Are these characters all part of the same story or different WIPs?

Thank you for the ask!!

I came up with the idea somewhat accidentally! I knew that I wanted my Jedi to have to deal with confronting the dark side in a deeply personal way, and initially set up the idea that she becomes infected with a Sith virus and I wrote with that intent for a while but it felt too generic. "Trying to find a cure" wasn't the story I wanted to tell, and so I pivoted to, what if that virus was a parasite, and then from parasite got to it being symbiotic entity.

It ended up feeling much more (old EU) Star Wars-y than a virus did and it framed the moral dilemma in a much more personal sense. If you have the power to do 'anything' are you still a good person if you actively choose to not intervene was always her story and it worked but better when I gave myself the space to make it a sometimes literal conversation.

They're all loosely part of the same story in that they exist in the same universe and show up in each other's stories; but they have three separate core story arcs that don't always overlap time line wise.

My Jedi and my Trooper have the most overlap, but the main part of my Jedi's arc takes place before my Trooper's starts and so there's some character divergence where because x event hasn't occured yet they behave differently, I hope that makes sense!

Here's a snipet for you under the cut; it's more dialogue heavy then my typical writing but captured the dynamic really well.

"So Jedi, what do you want to do?” A shadow flowed out of Tal'shanri as time seemed to stop, a formless phantasm with dark red eyes that stretched and morphed moment to moment. “I like you. I like our dreams. I like living inside your mind. I like this whole arrangement we have.” The entity chuckled, and in the form of a shadow instead of a beast it had a mild voice, soft but cruel with an Imperial accent. "But you've let the Jedi Order define you for too long."

"I--"

The shadow spoke slightly louder, ignoring the attempted interruption. "I'm a creature made from alchemy, I am, by definition an agent of change. And you dear Jedi, are the opposite; frozen in place by the chains of your fear; paralyzed by structure while allowing others to perish — and that is why we’re here, unstuck in time like this. We have the power to remake this situation a thousand different ways, and yet you are incapable of choice; deciding would mean responsibility and you can't stand the thought of being wrong."

"And now, now you have to Choose. You can push me away and watch your friend die, or together we can save him."

Silence fell as Tal'shanri considered her options. Felix didn't deserve to die, not like this, a part of her knew this was why Jedi weren't allowed attachments. That she was even considering this was treasonous, and yet, what was the point of having a connection to The Force only to watch those around you die?

"Are you sure that Felix can be saved?"

“We will only have an instant once time restarts, any more then that and he might not be the same afterwards. There are no guarantees with any of this.”

“What do you mean no guarantees?”

“The dark side of the force can heal, but, there’s always a price. I don’t know what it will be -- I only know know that between you and I we have the power to reverse death itself.” There was an edge to the shadow’s voice, a weariness that it knew the end from the beginning and didn't like where this was headed. “You’re the ones with visions of the future.”

Tal’shanri looked at the shadow again, unable to gain any sense at all if it were telling the truth about any of this. “What aren’t you telling me?”

“That it will hurt.” The shadow flowed back into her, and the next words had the same beastly teeth clicking hiss she’d grown used to. “And that you’ll have to win this fight with out your connection to The Force.

There were no preparations for the feeling of being severed from The Force, Tal’shanri knew that. All she could do was fix in her mind the conviction that this was simply the latest in a long line of improbable healings. There was surety there; one that came from a deep inner well of confidence that whatever may happen, she was capable of enduring.

#story teller saturday ask #swtor fanfiction #my writing #ask game #jedi consular #writblr

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The CN Tower and Chocolate Chip Pancakes - w. nylander

AN: I swear before whipping this out I was complaining about no writing motivation and how I was going to finish my Christmas wips when this like came to me. So here’s a quick little story about one of our favorite blondies for @puckinghell and all of you. There is mention of losing a parent, which is something I closely relate to from losing one of mine recently, if that’s a trigger, I wouldn’t read this. It’s not an angst piece at all, I just think that warning is necessary. This also may or may not be self indulgent and based on an actual experience I had two years ago with a boy in NYC, but like, you didn’t hear that from me. Anyways, I hope you enjoy.

Word Count: 3,337

Warnings: Mentions of death of a parent

Christmas was usually your favorite time of the year. You loved how the city lit up during December, the white lights twinkling from the streetlights and trees, the fresh snow that usually littered the city of Toronto, and the constant smell of gingerbread and spices whenever you entered a building were all things that brought you comfort. This year, however, was different. It was the first year without your mom, without a lot of the traditions that the two of you would do together as you grew up.

You tried though. You went through all of the motions of the holiday. You decorated a tree, blue and silver just like she always loved. You went skating, an experience that was far less fun without your mom to laugh with you when you fell. You went to the Christmas Market, buying a new small knick-knack, like every other year you had done since you were five years old. All of it felt forced, but you were hopeful. You were hopeful that one last Christmas tradition would bring you the sense of comfort you had been searching for during the entire month of December.

The fleeting feeling of comfort and your mom were how you found yourself spending nearly $60 to go up CN Tower on Christmas Eve. A tradition that was usually entirely reserved for tourists visiting the city, a romantic setting with the tower lit up for the holiday and the nighttime skyline view of the entire city providing a cinematic backdrop for people’s perfect holiday moments. You weren’t a tourist, you had grown up in Toronto for your entire life, but your mom had always believed in the idea that it wasn’t a bad thing to be a tourist in your own city, so every year on Christmas even she would bring you up here and the two of you would sit on the observation deck and make a Christmas wish. No matter how lost you felt, it was the one tradition that you didn’t think you could ever give up.

You wandered around the observation deck, the dark beanie on your head keeping your ears warm and your hands were securely tucked in your wool coat pockets as you watched the various people scattered around. It was getting late, the families with children were long gone, probably at home tucked into their beds, and most people that were left were younger couples. You glanced to your right, spotting a boy on one knee holding a ring out for the girl standing in front of him with tears in her eyes. You watched them for a moment, finding yourself wrapped up slightly in how happy they both looked. It gave you an idea for your Christmas wish, and you found yourself smiling softly as you closed your eyes and wished.

“I love you, mom, Merry Christmas.” You whispered as you opened your eyes, the feeling of comfort not quite sinking into your chest yet. As you walked the familiar route to the elevators, you decided that once last stop before heading home for pancakes certainly couldn’t hurt.

You walked down the street with your eyes focussed on your phone as the snow was falling a bit harder than it had been previously. You were searching for anything that was open on Christmas Eve, your stomach growling a bit as you scanned through the search results.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” Someone exclaimed, grabbing your arm slightly to prevent you from falling into their chest. You looked up, seeing a boy that must have been around your age looking down at you with a concerned look in his blue eyes. You must have ran into him, too focussed on your phone to watch where you were walking properly enough. You studied his face for a minute, wondering if you had somehow met him before from the feeling of familiarity you were getting in your stomach.

“Do I know you?” You blurted out, adverting your eyes a bit when you realized how rude you must have sounded to this boy immediately after quite literally bumping into him. It didn’t seem to phase him though, and he just smiled.

“I think so? I’m William. You know Steph right? Steph LaChance?” And that’s when it hit you, you did know this boy, well sort of. You had met him maybe once before, at a mutual friend’s birthday party at least two years ago.

“Ah, I do remember you. Wow, you look different, I mean, good.” You stumbled out. It was true, he did look a lot different than he did when you met him. His hair was longer, his face a bit rounder, and a short beard that definitely wasn’t there before. You felt your cheeks heat up in embarrassment a bit as he laughed softly at your statement.

“So do you. Hey, this may seem a bit forward but, are you busy right now?” He asked. Part of you wanted to tell him yes, that you were busy. That way you could just get on the train back to your apartment, curl up with a warm cup of tea and your slippers, and fall asleep to the snow falling outside of your winder. But the other part of you was dreading going home, the sinking feeling of your first Christmas without your mom settling into your stomach and making you not want to go home. Because if you went home to your empty apartment, you’d have to fully confront your reality. So instead, you nodded up at William, taking a chance on the stranger in front of you that wasn’t quite a stranger.

“What did you have in mind?” You asked softly.

“Come on.” He smiled at you and held his hand out for you to take, your question going unanswered as you hesitantly wrapped your hand in his, letting him lead you in the opposite direction you had come from.

The walk was short and quiet, and your stomach grumbled once more when you stopped in front of what appeared to be the destination he was leading you to. You glanced up at the neon pink sign, the diner clearly out of date and straight from the 1980’s. You smiled to yourself, appreciating that somehow this stranger that wasn’t quite a stranger had instinctively known exactly what you needed at the moment.

“I hope you like pancakes,” He smiled as he opened the door for you, gesturing you ahead with his hand. The diner was relatively empty, just a few other patrons sitting in the various worn-out leather booths. There were decorations everywhere, garlands wrapped around the posts holding up the ceiling and a small Christmas tree lit up in the corner of the diner, multicolored lights strung throughout but no ornaments.

You followed William to a booth in the corner and watched carefully as he smiled at the waitress, her saying hello to him by name. You wondered if this was a place he went to frequently enough to be on a first-name basis with the people that worked here, or if perhaps they were just Toronto Maple Leafs fans who happened to recognize him.

“I come here all the time, usually after bad games. I just really like the people here, and something about diner food is comforting after a loss.” He explained before you had the chance to ask. You nodded at him while you shrugged off your jacket and pulled off your beanie, fixing your hair slightly as William handed you a menu from the side of the table. You grabbed the menu and let your fingers brush lightly against his, causing you to pull your hand back quickly.

“Why did you want to come here tonight?” You asked softly, hoping that your question wasn’t taken out of context or as too intrusive for him to answer. William didn’t seem phased by any of it, instead offering you what would have been the fourth or fifth reassuring smile so far that night, if you were keeping count.

“Just didn’t want to be alone on Christmas Eve, I guess.” He admitted. You were almost taken aback by his honesty with you, finding yourself wondering if he had asked you the very same question that you asked him if you’d answer as bluntly as he did. You felt oddly settled with him though, there in that shitty diner looking at a worn-out menu that probably hadn’t been updated in fifteen years and you found yourself wanting to give him the same openness that he gave you.

“Me neither, I guess.” You commented, holding back and giving him just enough that hopefully he understood that on some level you felt how he felt, even if you couldn’t entirely admit to him why.

The two of you sat in comfortable silence for a few moments as you both scanned over the menu. The waitress came over, sliding two pale brown mugs filled with coffee in both of your directions and noting that she would be back in a minute to check if either of you wanted any food. You scanned over the pancakes and peeked over at William, his eyes also scanning the page with concentration and you found your mind wondering about him once more. You watched as he bit his lip softly and wondered if he was the type who liked pancakes with fruit on them, or chocolate, an inconsequential fact that most people wouldn’t be phased by but to you said everything you needed to know about a person.

“You said you hoped I liked pancakes, right, William?” You asked, breaking the silence between you as you closed your menu in front of you. He looked over the menu in his own hands at you, raising an eyebrow quickly and smiling softly before looking back down at the pages.

“You can call me Willy if you want, and yeah. I like most kinds, but if you try to tell me fruit on pancakes is better than chocolate, I might have to leave.” He teased as he closed his menu, now looking fully at you with a smirk on his face. For a moment you went wide-eyed, wondering if he somehow crept into your mind and heard exactly what you were thinking. You recovered quickly though, and folded your hands quickly on the table, sending your own smirk back to him.

“I’m not going to argue with that, it’s obviously the correct answer.” Willy didn’t say anything, instead, he nodded at you before taking a sip of the diner coffee, seemingly not phased by its lack of strength or flavor. You grabbed your own mug and the two of you settled into a much more relaxed conversation as you waited for the waitress to come back. Nearly two hours of conversation passing through you without either of you realizing just how personal you were being with each other.

“Usually this place is faster than this, I’m sorry.” The boy in front of you commented, his head tilting toward the large analog clock on the wall that had shown it was nearing midnight, nearing Christmas. You weren’t worried though, glancing around the small diner as the snow fell harshly outside. You smiled softly at William,

“We haven’t even ordered yet, and I’ve got nothing but time tonight.” Willy just smiled back at you, nodding a bit and catching the eye of the waitress.

“Sorry guys, been a long day. What can I get you?” She smiled apologetically. You nodded at Willy to go first.

“No problem, Grace.” He started, referring to the older woman by her first name. He glanced at you quickly, taking a leap of his own as he spoke,

“Can we just grab two orders of chocolate chip pancakes and more coffee?” he asked.

“Confident, what if I wanted strawberry?” You teased, raising an eyebrow quickly. Willy laughed, a genuine laugh that somehow hit you in your chest as comfort settled into your system, a soft smile lingering on your lips as he started leaning into his hand that was resting on the table. He looked at you at that moment like you were more than just a stranger who wasn’t really a stranger to him, and you would be lying to yourself if you tried to ignore the butterflies that it was giving you. Willy felt familiar in an unfamiliar yet exciting way. It didn’t feel like you had only met him once, instead, it felt like you had known him in passing forever, your comfort level and trust quickly rising in him in just a few short hours of really knowing him.

“No chance, you said I was right about chocolate, and I pay attention.” He threw back at you.

“Okay, tell me the real reason you’re alone on Christmas Eve.” Willy pressed as he set his fork down, scooting the nearly empty plate away from his body and toward the center of the table. It was nearly 2 am at this point, and you weren’t sure if it was the few hours you had spent with him giving or the tiredness weighing you down that gave you the false sense of closeness with him, but you found yourself giving in anyway, wanting to tell him everything about yourself in hopes that he would for some reason be taking notes to remember you by.

“It’s my first Christmas without my mom, she uhm, passed away earlier this year and I spent the whole day doing things by myself that we used to do together. So, when you asked if I was busy, I said no, because going somewhere with you felt better than going home to my empty apartment and my thoughts.” It felt good to get it out and Willy’s reaction confirmed what you had already assumed about him, that he wouldn’t judge you for not wanting to spend Christmas Eve alone. After all, before you ran into him, he was set on being alone.

“I’m sorry to hear that.” He frowned. You just shrugged, you were used to the apologies, no one really knew what it was like when a parent passed away unless they had dealt with it themselves. The apology was an expression of sympathy, and you didn’t mind it coming from Willy.

“What about you? Have a sad story to tell me?” You inquired. Willy sighed and for a moment you wondered if you had pushed too hard if you had overstepped some boundary that he had put up between you that you missed. But the sigh came with a nod as he continued, opening his mouth to speak quietly as you looked at him with eyes that you hoped indicated your willingness to take in whatever he had to say without any judgment.

“I guess I’ve just been having a rough year, I’m not sure how closely you follow hockey, but, a lot of people are doubting if I belong here. I guess with not being able to go home and see my family, it was getting to me. Didn’t even really have any plans until you ran into me and I just felt comfortable asking you to do something.” His voice wavered as he spoke and his eyes dodged your own a few times as he went through what you could only gather were insecurities he didn’t like to talk about. You reached out and put your hand on his wrist, running your thumb slowly across his skin and smiling softly at him.

“You belong here, Willy. I’m not sure how much that means coming from a stranger, but you belong here.” He lit up at your words, turning his hand to grab yours. Your heart pounded in your chest as he laced your fingers together and gave your hand a soft squeeze before letting go, a silent thank you that didn’t need words. You knew what he was trying to say, you didn’t need him to verbally thank you for it.

The two of you started putting your coats back on, the night coming to a close that you weren’t sure you were ready for. You hadn’t expected to have a good Christmas, and while it certainly couldn’t compare to the ones of your past, as you sat in that diner with Willy for hours you felt like you were soaking in the comfort you had spent the entire month trying to find. Each time he laughed at something you said you melted further into the old booth.

Willy set some cash on the table, ignoring your protests as he paid for the meal, and grabbed your hand, once again lacing your fingers together as he tugged you out of the restaurant, this time not letting go once you stepped outside.

“I’ll drive you home, I’m just parked a bit far. Is that okay?” He asked. You smiled and nodded in response, too focussed on the warmth of the feeling of his hand in yours and how it sent waves of feeling straight to your heart and butterflies to your stomach.

The two of you walked in silence for about a block, his hand never wavering from yours until you were standing at a crosswalk. He stopped and looked around a bit. You were near the Christmas market, some of the lights were still on despite how late it was. The decorations were visible from where you were standing on the street, and the only light was coming from the reflection of the twinkling lights reflecting off of the snow. He turned to face you, squeezing your hand gently as he stumbled through his next few words,

“I know this is so abrupt and we just sort of met, and maybe it’s the over romanization of Christmas getting to my head but I really want to kiss you right now.”

You looked up at him, his eyes were warm and the snow was settling into the hair sticking from his beanie. It might have been exactly what he said, the romanization of meeting someone outside of a shitty diner on Christmas Eve and somehow spending the whole night with them sharing things that you hadn’t even entirely shared with your closest friends.

The more you thought about it the more you felt like it was a bad Christmas movie. But bad Christmas movies always ended in a kiss, and you weren’t about to stop the tradition now. So you grabbed him by the collar of his stupidly overpriced pea coat and crashed your lips to his before you could stop yourself. Willy settled into the kiss quickly, wrapping his hand around your waist and tugging your body into his chest. When you pulled apart, the puffs of cloudy air from your breath filled the space around you, and he smiled at you like you were the best thing he could have hoped for this Christmas, a feeling that was unspoken yet mutual.

You buried your face into his chest, stomach in knots as you overthought exactly what had just happened and what it all meant. Willy took his hand and tilted your chin up so that your eyes were looking at his, smiling at you before leaning in to kiss you again, his lips brushing yours softly.

“You never told me what you wished for.” He commented when you pulled apart.

“You somehow gave it to me, Willy.” You smiled and kissed him again, tangling your hand with his once again. You didn’t need to elaborate, because Willy understood what you meant. He had given you comfort, a feeling of not being alone on the one holiday where no one should have to be alone. He didn’t know what the future held, or what this would mean to you by the time the enchantment of the holidays wore off, but he knew that right now you were what he wanted, and he could only hope that you felt the same as you kissed him for the third time that night in the snow.

#8 weeks of christmas #william nylander #willy nylander #william nylander imagine #william nylander fic #leafs imagine #nhl imagine #nhl fic #william nylander x reader

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No pics for reference because I’m going to sleep now, but I need to type this up so I can.

People are reacting to the current “episode” of the Sweary She Ra Abridgement about how “hot” Catra’s “flirt fighting” was.

I replied that I had initially seen the clip out of context, indeed my first clip of SPoP. And I was really disturbed by the fact I could tell the narrative was trying to make me feel like these two former friends fighting like this was tragic or... something.

But all I felt was a bad taste in my mouth at how needlessly brutal Catra was being, given that Adora was literally immobile. Yes, it appeared that Catra was trying to break Adora’s concentration in maintaining the sea gate, but it was all to personal. And painful.

I had no sympathy for that character. Nothing she was saying, only knowing the context of the 80s She Ra cartoon (so not knowing Adora had asked Catra to leave the Horde with her), made Catra seem kn the right.

She appeared, in that out-of context viewing, like a bitter selfish bully who was blaming Adora for her own low self-esteem.

And it did not make me want to watch the show.

Come Season 4, I kept getting more and more She Ra recs in my YouTube feed, and hazarded some.

And fell in love with Entrapdak.

Learning about the timeline, I’d always assumed that the clip I’d seen was from the Season 4 battle at Salineas. It - contextualized Catra’s bitterness in my head.

Finding out it came from Season 1, at the very beginning of Catra’s intentional-in-meta descent into despair and darkness - disgusted me.

If that was where she started from, it tainted the character even more for me.

I had a comment on me sharing this reaction on the Sweary She Ra post. Yeah, I knew it was risky, but I don’t tag anything to bait people. I think the biggest identifier tag on that post was “Salt” (my version of “spop salt” since I don’t even want to bait that much).

One reply (which obviously must have notice me in the notes) said I was “missing the point.”

My rebuttal:

Do you know what Hordak did when he first thought Entrapta had betrayed him? When he thoughtthe destruction of his portal, his link to Prime, his very Sanctum, was a direct result of her bringing the princesses into the Fright Zone?

When he was starting to believe she had actively manipulated him with lies about “Imperfections are Beautiful”?

*insert screen shot of Hordak looking at the explosions with a pained, longing expression, his talons barely touching the LUVD crystal*

My interpretation? He was holding himself back from throwing himself into that explosion to make sure Entrapta wasn’t in it.

*insert screen shot of Hordak saving Entrapta from the explosion in Huntara*

Because he’d done it before.

I was mocked for being an Entrapdak, like it explained my inability to “get” the deeper “hotness” of Catra slicing up an immobile Adora for the crime of *gasp* wanting other friends.

You know what? Yeah. It does.

Because if I were to describe an inspiring relationship, the one where both partners are willing to jump into explosions and hell to save the other...

*insert any screenshot of Entrapta’s search for Hordak on the Velvet Glove*

Repeatedly...

*insert screenshot of Hordak shooting Prime in the back*

Over the one that has one member spending 75% of the series slicing the other up, 23% moping, and then 2% making an anguished declaration of love at a pivotal death-defying climax.

Just saying.

(tiny bit of personal wip consideration below)

You know what the funniest part is? I like me some nice edgy sexy stuff.

I’m currently obsessing over a Hades & Persephone Enteapdak AU where 60% of the character development is demon!Hordak using sex to try and corrupt virgin!Entrapta to seduce her into freeing demon-lord!Prime.

And the first actual sex scene? When demon!Hordak fully understands just how huge he is (think the demon Darkness to Lilli from Legend), the dweeb almost panics at the thought of hurting her.

The entire time, even as Entrapta is redeeming him, she’s the one pushing for him to be a tiny bit rougher, less careful.

Which makes me a very specific type of fan.

That happens to know more about the etiquette of real-world BDSM, but whatever....

#needed to get this out #to finally get my heart rate to slow down #gah #so salt

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