#not sorry for tagging you in like everything ive written it comes with the obsession with your ocs
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80% accuracy isn't good enough
i think i'm just obsessed with your ocs @fangaminghell eheh. hope you like it
note: mild descriptors of blood; major desolation spoilers are mentioned but not outright said.
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they weren't aware they had been dreaming until they stopped. their eyes flew open to see a wall. back in their room- they must have fallen asleep.
they sat up, hissing once they put too much pressure on their left arm.
right.
she huffed. now was a very inconvenient time to have their dominant arm (and hand) out of commission. they just had to get hurt. they should've predicted that it would've gone for them as well.
they sighed this time, and glanced out the window. it was still dark outside.. and very quiet.. now wasn't a bad time for something productive, right? it's not like they would be going back to sleep anytime soon..
maybe the others will actually let them do something if they see how well they're doing. if they're recovering quickly… perhaps they won't worry as much. and they wouldn't have to sit around doing nothing!
yes! they just needed to stop babying their arm.
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again.
they gripped the handles of their daggers and rushed forward. before them was a moss-covered rock, their target being the edge of the moss. all they had to do was slice some of it off. the blade cut it easily, but it was too much. they hadn't cut exactly where they wanted to. too far up.
that wasn't good enough. again.
this time they went too low. struck where they previously needed to. she gritted her teeth. it had to be perfect– an inch, half of one, it could be the difference. it could be the–
the daggers breifly dissipated before becoming solid again. they shook their head. again.
this time they didn't think too hard and used their left arm. they again hissed at the pain of moving it too quickly, but when they sliced.. it was closer. still not good enough, but closer.
still, it was painful. she took a deep breath- it didn't matter. it shouldn't matter. pain or not, they will leave with their accuracy perfected. they had to.
she raised her left arm to strike again, but paused. someone else was in the cave. at this hour?
… it didn't matter.
again, and again, and again. they kept chipping away at the moss. they kept missing. they were getting there… but it was a slow process. too slow. they'd be here all day at this rate! they tightened the grip around their daggers. whatever it takes, right? whatever. it. takes. they could explain to the others later if they asked.
she regarded the moss again, picking out a section to target. they lifted their left arm, pointedly ignoring the urge to keep it stiff in favor of getting it right-
“..sara? what are you-?”
they started. their daggers dissolved into pure energy, then fizzled out of existence. she resorted to clenching their fists while they looked at whoever just broke their concentration, but their hardened gaze softened once they recognized the person.
“..asra. how long have you been here?”
“shouldn’t you already know?”
“i wasn't keeping track.”
“why? it shouldn't be this easy to sneak up on you.”
“i was focused on something else.”
asra looked at the rock behind her, then to the ground, littered with strips of moss from their earlier rounds. they pick one up.
“were you training?”
“yes.”
“you're supposed to be resting.”
“but i feel better. i can work my arm now.”
there's some silence. asra does not look impressed. “...you're bleeding again.”
she looked at the arm in question, which was indeed bleeding- it must have reopened at some point. the blood had begun to stain the ground around where they had been, but- that was good! they could work perfectly fine despite that! they could help out again.
“see? i- i didn't even notice that! you don't have to worry about me now. i can work and be perfectly fine. i just need to perfect my accuracy and-”
“sara dear, you should give it a rest for today.”
“but i’m not doing anything-”
“no buts. you can help out by resting like everyone is telling you to.”
she shook her head, turning on their heel to face the moss rock once more. “there’s no time for me to just sit around and do nothing. its not going to just wait for me to get better… and.. i could have died- you could have died. it's- it was too close. i won't let that happen again.”
asra crossed their arms. “you won't be able to do anything if you lose feeling in your arm again.”
“i have another arm.” nevermind the fact that they were now trembling. they had waited long enough, they should keep training. right arm raised in an attempt to retrieve at least one of their lost daggers from before-
asra had other plans. they gently grabbed her raised arm. “haven’t you trained enough for today?”
“no.” she again gritted her teeth, trying to break free, but they held on fast.
“have you even eaten?”
…they didn't respond to that, instead she dug their foot into the ground and used a little more of their body weight to try and escape.
“kisaragi. really? what if cande finds out?”
“he doesn't need to know.”
“yes she does.”
“..i was going to eat afterwards.”
“and when would that be? when you collapse from overworking yourself? what then?”
sara huffed. asra, unimpressed, sharply nudged the back of her knees with one of their own, too quickly for them to react. predictably, her legs gave out. she yelped, but before she knew it, asra had scooped them up.
“h-hey! what'd you do that for?! put me down!”
“you weren't going to stop. am i wrong?”
“but…”
asra started walking towards the exit. “ah-ah-ah. you're resting for the rest of the day. and yes, cande will be hearing about this.”
“no! don't tell her…”
“she'll be upset with us both if she finds out on his own.”
“but he's going to be upset and start crying or something.”
“he's worried, like the rest of us are.”
they fell silent until they had entered the tunnel leading back to the manor. asra let her down.
“did you really need to pick me up like that?” sara crossed their arms.
“if i did it normally i would have needed to let go and i wasn't going to take the risk of you doing something reckless.”
again she didn't have a retort for that, so she resorted to pouting.
“you're the worst! i hate you.”
“no you don't.”
“...no, i don't..”
asra started towards the end of the tunnel, and sara followed with a cough.
“hey…”
asra stopped.
“..thanks. f-for looking out for me, i mean.”
asra offered them a small smile. “of course, dear. what would i do without my cat of a best friend?”
“i am not a cat-”
“debatable, darling.”
#sleepy writing#oc: kisaragi🌙#sara have healthy coping mechanisms challenge failed immediately#aaaaaa obligatory hope i got their character down!!!! i tried to get a little more bold with my writing this time#not sorry for tagging you in like everything ive written it comes with the obsession with your ocs
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his! do you have any peterick fic recommendations? i've already read all your works on ao3 and i'm waiting desperately for updates so until then i need something to read because i feel like i've already read soooo many fics and i'm running out of material plz help :)
hiiii, im glad you like my fics and I'm sorry im terrible at updating i used to be so consistent but uni is just killing me with assignments rn! but i promise the restaurant au will get an update soon and im planning to edit death by a thousand cuts before i add to it again cos im just not really happy with the quality of it, but that will also be coming soon i promise!
anyways onto what you're really asking about; recommendations. im not sure if you're looking for smut or stories with plot so here's just a mix of things i've really liked ( i suck at bookmarking things so I've just searched through my history and there's deffos stuff i've missed im sorry)
Literally just read kick me in the face & ask me how my head feels by fkingdeathwish today - devoured this in a few hours and this fic made me like stories in first person. its so good and also has the best andy/joe/pete friendship dynamics i was smiling the whole time. but also features a lot of petekey tho which might not be ur thing
(smut) going down, down by @pyrchance - i read this the other day and its 10/10
Anything by snitchesandtalkers but some of my favourites are i've been checking my list, crooked love, making out inside crashed cars (smut), silver screen dream, the antidote to everything (except for me), we're friends when you're on your knees (not finished but still so so worth reading), amateur pornographers (smut obvs), a little less 16 candles (a little more bite me)
brutal love by @notastumph- this one is so good but like i also had to take a 5 min break between chapters cos the angst and heartbreak was getting to me so much (in the best way)
and i'll burn by jiksa - just read the tags first
the house on rosewood lane by scarredsodeep - this one is so fucking good, i don't even like horror and i was obsessed with this and couldn't stop reading
hey doctor, i'm certifiable by derridoid (smut) - so good and the ending made me laugh sm
husband on the payroll by das_verlorence-kind - what can i say, i love the fake relationship trope
also ive changed my plea to guilty by das_verlorence_kind - again just check the tags incase it’s not ur thing
accidents will happen by rusty76
again pretty much everything by @annoyingpetekey but some favourites are (i just wanna) get some, so pretty (when you're on your knees), and come on (and fuck me like you doubt me) - all smut
That Schrodinger guy made some really good points, you know? by @earlgreytea68
but i'm reflecting light by looks_a_scream - this one is deffos a favourite
the purgatory of my hips by auralcosm
edgar allan potato by emeralcitydowntowngirl - another absolute favourite, i have such a soft spot for soulmate AUs but I've never read one as good as this, again features a lot of petekey but it is all in the past
to take what i'm given with grace by likeasugarcube - their whole 'marriage of convience' series is amazing but this is the main fic and it is sooo good
anything by littlesnowpea but favourites include love in the middle of a firefight, but there's no preparing for this, and nobody wants to hear you sing about tragedy (pls read tags first tho)
december is for cynics by looks_a_scream - another favourite
secrets i don’t want to keep by perceived_nobility (although i think they’ve changed their name to invisible_man now) anyways this one is only accessible if you have an ao3 account but it is so so good an hurts in all the best ways, would advise paying attention to some of the tags tho
Also pretty much anything written by appleremix or vampyerika
Ok so I have like another 30+ pages in my history but this is already so long, so i hope you enjoy some of these assuming you haven't read them already!
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Don’t You Know, You’re Life Itself
A/N: This is an excerpt of a lil fic Ive been rolling around in my empty brain since I watched MoM. My attention has been divided with other ideas i'm working on ;) so it might take a little time to roll this whole one out. This is only a part (and in fact this is the middle) of what I’ve written, so stay tuned! There’s no beta reader (i dont have one sorry), so my apologies if there are mistakes. As always I’m appreciative of any comments or feedback, this is the first fic ive written in… *checks non-existent watch* a few years, so im rusty to say the least!
Pairing: Sinister!Strange x F!Reader with Powers
Warnings/Tags: Light spoilers for DS MoM, Obsession, Stalker, Manipulation, Porn with Plot, Dub-Con Elements, Biting, Fighting, Choking, Mentions of Blood, Manipulation, Rough Sex, Allusions to Abandonment and Family Issues, Identity Crisis Issues, Dark!Possessive!Sinister Strange, that's really a warning within itself
*I’m VERY bad with tags, so if I miss something, pls tell me*
Word count: 3.5k+ (unfinished)
Synopsis: You go to Sinister!Stephen Strange for help with your powers, against your better judgment. He is all the more happy to oblige you in your time of need. Deep down you know you shouldn’t trust him, nor do you know why he's so eager to help. But you have no one else to turn to, and his charming smile puts you at ease… too bad it's all for show.
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“Ah, I see,” he enthusiastically quipped, stepping towards the giant eye-shaped window, silver brushed back at his temples glimmering, looking out into the foggy distance. “And what exactly is your power?”
He stole a glance at you through squinted eyes. Your stomach fluttered at catching his look but you held your ground. You had the slightest feeling he was putting you on, feigning intrigue while asking questions and offering off-color (but endearing) one-liners.
“Common, god-damned sense.” You remarked in a low voice. It came out in more of a sarcastic tone than you had anticipated, but you rolled off of it. Allowed the words that hung in the thick air to give you a purchase for confidence.
His shoulders came up in a tense movement, craning his head toward you and he breathed out,
“That’s a good one.”
He flashed you an incredulous smile. The smile that unabashedly bared his teeth and pulled against his face like he was going to crack; admittedly, it was damn charming. Despite you being stuck between feeling untrustworthy of him and the dread in your bones while being in his presence; you couldn’t deny how hauntingly attractive the man before you was.
He then slowly shook his head, and light blue eyes pierced through you, cool anticipation trailing down your spine like cold fingers.
He continued, “Though, I don’t think that’s the whole truth, now is it?” He searched your face as he sauntered closer towards the table and clasped his hands behind him.
Deep down you felt the familiar twinge of the guilt you had tried so hard to bury, but all it ever did was resurface like corrosive bile. All you ever wanted was to be honest and open with people. You didn’t enjoy having to keep secrets or lying to those you loved, but it was the only way to protect them. And look where that got you. No where, with nobody else. You couldn’t win and it just didn’t seem fair. You always struggled to be true to yourself, always wound up caught between being who you were and what you had to be. You didn’t even know who you wanted to be anymore. Everything you felt was so conflicted, and it never got easier as the years went by. Maybe you were meant to be alone. The stinging lump in your throat felt harder to swallow.
He dropped his smile as he caught on to how saddened you became. His eyes cut away to the document laying on the table you had brought with you. He picked it up and studied it shortly, his eyes coming back to you. Written in your own handwriting, you had detailed your consent of allowing Stephen Strange to do anything he could to strip you of your powers. Included in the flurry of statements you scrawled how even if it resulted in your death, you would rather suffer greatly than ever hurt someone else again.
“I- I just dont know, sir. A lot of things, I mean. Not just this.” You lifted your hands before dropping them, too ashamed to watch how they shook. He opened his mouth and you winced, mouthing an apology when you remembered that he didn’t want you to call him that. He nodded, offered you the paper and conjured a pen, and without second thought you scribbled out your full name under his; per his instructions.
You didn't understand what your powers were, but if they drove those you loved away, why have them? Your stomach was in knots, he didn’t fully explain what would happen next, but a part of you couldn’t care less.
“I just want them gone.” You swallowed and twiddled with the mauve celluloid pen in your hands, admiring its weight and balance across your unsteady fingers.
“What a shame, you couldn’t stop that scalpel.” He stated plainly as he watched you fidget, mumbling something you couldn’t hear and the pen flicked of existence. A pleased smile tugged at his lips as he peered down at the signed document.
“Wait. What did you say?” You asked. How did he know about that? Everything was moving too fast. It might have been just your blurry, tired mind but there were still so many questions you wanted answers to, answers you knew he had. He seemed too content with luring you in with questions but never offering a conclusion.
The piano separating the two of you slid away. Candles of different sizes scattering the room began to slide forward and the air seemed to become charged like a thunderstorm was brewing. You could feel something surging from out of your bones.
“There’s not much of anything going on in that pretty little head of yours, is there.” Stephen sneered as he approached you, wind from nowhere blowing long, swept back hairs onto his pale forehead.
“You just signed over your life to me.” You couldn't move from where you were, and you didn’t attempt to make a rebuttal. You just wanted it to be over.
“I-in some way, yes, I suppose I did.”
“Then I suppose I shall take my payment.”
“We never did discuss that.”
“Don’t worry, there won't be much discussion…”
Perhaps out of your ignorance, or sleep deprivation, you rambled to fill the air; to engage despite the uneasy tension forming.
“I guess for a man like you, taking a life is easy. You mentioned earlier about how high the price could be when someone did something wrong with their power. So, how will you kill me?”
Stephen let out a low chuckle, appreciative of your curiosity and meek nature. He placed a large hand on your shoulder, rubbing your collarbone with his fingers. You knew less about him than you liked, but you allowed the contact.
A disembodied voice whispered low and cool lips matierialized against the shell of your ear. “What do you think you deserve?”
It was Stephen’s, for sure, but his mouth hadn’t moved. You breathed in sharply and attempted to answer the loaded question, but he placated you with his other hand coming up to cradle the side of your face. Your eyes fluttered shut and you moaned softly into his warm palm, leaning into it. You didn't let people touch you anymore; it was often a lot to make a conscious effort to keep your powers in check so as not to hurt them. Though you were never a big fan of physical contact; this felt different. He really held you. Though his hands were warm, a cooling effect spread across the areas he touched and it soothed you.
This was a special moment that you didn't attempt to hide how you felt, and it was cathartic for both of you. Messy hair framed your weary face, the rest bundled into a hair clip. Your strands spilled out like a halo around your head, highlighting your resting features. You looked angelic, raw, open, breathtaking, just for him; better than he’d ever imagined. You didn't see how he slid his tongue across his teeth as he watched you intently.
Tenderly his thumb began to run small circles into your cheeks, and feeling it become damp against your skin made you open your eyes. That's when you realized you had begun to cry. His fingers slid into your hair and massaged a spot behind your ear, a chill bursting across your nerves. Your eyes closed again, and another moan came out; but this one was particularly obscene.
“Oh my God, I’m so embarrassed.“ You blustered. “I’m so sorry.” Your face burned and you blinked up at him through tear-studded lashes.
Fuck, he could get used to that.
“Don’t be, we all have our…sensitive places.” He cooed with a wink. His pupils were dilated. Now it was your turn to let out a laugh along with an awkward, heavy sigh. You hesitated before you used a quivery hand to remove his from your face. The heat simmering in your stomach protested.
“Maybe I should go.”
You tried to ignore the crushed look on Stephen’s face as you turned away, his other hand slipping from your shoulder. You left him where he stood, his hand that cradled you still up in the air. You stepped past the table and eyed the stairs.
“I really do appreciate your trying to help me, it was really quite kind of you-“
The table flew past you and blocked the stairwell. All of the candles around the room extinguished, albeit a lone candelabra on the piano.
“Trying?” He snapped, voice breaking. You turned back, only to see empty space. He appeared behind you like a ghost, hands at your sides and his nose ghosting the crook of your neck.
“A deal’s a deal.”
“I understand, b-but I think I'm better off dealing with this alone.”
You could barely get the words out, distracted by his heated breath on your neck. You still wanted to go home, not that you knew where that would be anymore.
“You dont believe that.” Stephen replied sickly sweet, groping roughly along your chest. You whined and attempted to pry his roaming fingers off of you; but even without using his abilities he was stronger than you.
And as demented as all of this was, he was right. Being alone was one thing. Being lonely because you couldn't even understand yourself was another. You didn’t want to bear that burden anymore, you couldn’t.
“Well, to be fair, you haven't done anything yet.”
He nipped at your neck, causing you to jump in his grasp. He let out a growl before whipping you around, large hands digging into your hips and pulling you against him. He waved a hand and the lit candelabra came off the piano and floated a few inches above your face, the ivory wax dripping onto the floor below.
“Never deny my power,” He spat, voice echoing across the room, his eyes ablaze in the yellow glow from the flames dancing above you. Feeling the emanating heat, you tried to wriggle free, but the candle light followed. Hot ivory fell from the candle onto your cheek and you gasped in pain, the heat lingering on your skin.
“What do you think I have been doing this whole time? From the moment I laid eyes on you I knew you were meant for me. Not for your family, not your friends, not your fucking boyfriend,” He grabbed your face in one hand momentarily before licking a hungry stripe from your jaw to your temple, his facial scruff dragging against your skin with a throbbing burn. “You wasted so much of yourself on them. You’re mine now, the way it’s supposed to be. And you had no idea how much I fought for you-”
As you broke away from his grasp you shook your head in utter disbelief. The emotions that whirled deep within confused even you. He had to be fucking crazy; he had no right to say such things about who you could belong to. He didn’t even know you. You lost everything because of him.
You smacked him across the face and screamed obscenities through blearing vision. Stephen staggered to the side and hissed, his hand coming up to touch his face. Blood. He snarled and stood erect, crazed eyes draining of emotion before they frenzied again, freezing you where you stood. He rushed you, you turned away. An arm came around your head and caught your throat, trapping you.
He dragged you back against his chest for leverage then knocked you down by kicking in your calves. The more you struggled, the more you felt him laugh breathlessly against your hair. He used his other arm to undo the strings holding together the front of your dress, and you bit down on his bicep, teeth going through his garment and iron hinting at your tongue. Stephen hissed and his arm muscles tightened, crushing your windpipe. You dug your nails into his solid tricep and forearm as you fought to free yourself, your heartbeat thundering in your ears. You managed to get a leg out and kick in the side of his knee. Stephen wavered for a moment and retorted, heaving you by the waist and throwing you into the piano, the fall board banging against your midriff and sending out a discordant sound of keys into the air. Assorted sheet music fluttered onto the ground. You crumbled onto the lip as the searing pain shot through you, breath ragged as red receded from your vision.
“God, the hardest part was that little shithead.” He panted, his words dripping with venom, “He hung on to you like a leech, and I just wanted to crush him every time he touched you.“
Stephen lunged at you again, grabbing your hair and jerking your head back. He seized your throat and squeezed harshly, your vision going spotty.
“My… powers?” You managed to interject, tears forming in your eyes as you felt consciousness start to melt away.
“Oh, that was the crowning jewel,” he purred, easing his hold on your aching neck and lightly stroking back your hair. He reminisced on the way your quickened pulse had felt against him and licked his lips. “That was all you my dear. Let’s just say, I exasperated a few things.”
You reeled from the lack of oxygen again and your eyes shut. The events of the past several months flew by like a projector slide. Your fear of hospitals, of letting your family down, of losing your job, and ruining your relationship; Strange had played on them. It was dastardly, how everything came crashing down and you could only watch as your world fell apart.
“You lied to me.” You cried through uneven breaths, and wriggling free, grabbed hold of the side of the piano and turned to him.
“You ruined my life!”
“I’ve let you see the truth. Anyone who deserved being in your life wouldn’t have left you. I did what I had to do to protect you. It was the only way.” He stared into the dancing flames and they illuminated his glassy, empty eyes. Beaded red across his cheekbone caught your eye, he didn’t even seem to react to it.
What he had said pierced your heart, a part of you began to believe him. Doctor Stephen Strange, even with all his power, couldn’t just make them leave; or else he would have done that from the start. This was something they all chose to do in the end. You weren’t perfect, neither was your family, and your relationship with them wasn’t the best; but you tried to be who they wanted you to be. And still you watched them slip away.
You saw how they arranged their lives to exclude you, missing important dates and never calling. Most of your friends distanced themselves from you after you broke the news to them that you couldn’t control your powers; the others only interested in what you could do for them with the abilities. Your boyfriend, your last hope, had begun to despise you when you attempted to talk about yourself and what you needed. The incident at the hospital was just the tip of an iceberg that was already cracking. Your eyes, though weary from crying, burned. Even though you hated to admit it now, with or without Strange’s influence, your powers might have harmed someone else, and you would have been found out anyway. You certainly had more than a few close calls.
There were so many things that you had more questions than answers for. How long had he really been pulling the strings? What did he gain in destroying your life? Was it really just to be with you? The implications of those thoughts sickened you; it was all too much to process.
“You're insane.” You wheezed, attempting to regain your composure and you hit him in the chest with a closed fist.
He didn’t budge. Usually your powers would have made more of an impact, but they were… gone? Maybe it was your adrenaline running out from fighting for your life. Or maybe… You looked at your hands in horror then back at him. He did a sign with deft hands and violet lightning whizzed out of them, your wrists bound in them and pulled them behind your back.
“I gave you what you wanted,” Stephen growled hungrily, baring teeth and icy eyes twinkling, “Now you give me what I want.”
Your eyes grew large at the insinuation and you kicked at him. Stephen’s thigh moved in between yours. He leaned in, you accidentally ground against him and yelped. You managed to twist away and he dug fingers into your ass, bringing you back onto his leg. He hissed at the decadent contact, rocking your hips ever so gently as his heated gaze met your eyes. Long dark strands fell in front of his eyes, pupils blown like black holes. It was potent, your conflicting desires swirling and smoldering within you and you swore you’d die from the heat. You felt spellbound.
Dripping wax fell onto the column of your neck and you let out a strained moan.
Stephen bellowed and you felt it resonate within you. “I didn't make you do that, now did I.”
A blush trickled across your face and down your neck and you dropped your eyes. He didn’t make a snide remark then, much to your surprise; but instead brandished an amused look. He did note how pretty you looked, bound in his magic, and wanting him. You didn’t deny it, no, not really; and your weak attempts at protest only spurred him on. Stephen Strange was never one to back away from a challenge.
And what a prize you were.
Not wanting to break the momentum, with a snap of his fingers your metal belt appeared in his hand and he let it clatter to the floor. The candelabra rested back onto the grand piano. You scrunched your face as he pushed the fabric aside, revealing your partially naked form. His eyes raked over your exposed body, and you couldn’t bear to watch, turning your head away.
He pushed more of the dress aside, viciously dragging his nails over your knees and up your thighs. He stopped short of your heat, tracing the delicate skin of your mound before brushing against the outer folds. You gulped down a moan and closed your legs.
He put on an exaggerated pout. “Oh, come on, don’t try the prude lady act with me, darling. We both know how much of a whore you really are.”
Stephen went down on his knees, positioning himself in front of your shut legs.
“Show me.”
You didn’t move. He delivered a harsh swat to your thigh, a purple spark zapping you and you jerked against your restraints.
He breathed in and his tone shifted. “Open them, or I will break you.”
That crazed look entered his eyes for a moment and your blood went cold; you knew he meant exactly what he said. You didn’t dare call his bluff. Despite this pernicious dilemna, the imminent dread churned the sweltering pool of arousal within you into something… bittersweet. It wasn’t alien to you, you’d been privy to it in the time leading up to coming to the Sanctum; it growing thicker when he’d touched you, grabbed at you. Yet you ignored it, trying to deny it out of existence; but like your powers it only came back stronger.
It’d be noticeable now, you could feel the wetness as it seeped out and dampened your inner thighs. It was all so, so wrong, but the filthy, sinful feeling was too divine to ignore.
You knew it would be over for you when Stephen saw it. And he will see it.
So, why deny yourself?
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#stephen strange#sinister strange#dr strange#doctor strange in the multiverse of madness#dsmom spoilers#dsmom fic#dr strange fic#dr stange smut#no beta we die like men#dr strange x fem!reader#editing text posts on tumblr is actual torture pls fix it#ive lost sleep#i should not need 3 devices and a BS in the Science of Math to do this#tumblr is not beginner friendly
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thank you for the tags @mithranqueer and @rufusrant vv happy that y’all thought of me haha 💕 (and thanks for the awesome questions @dustino)
have you ever written rpf before, or are the beatles the first you’ve ever done it for?
yeah, no, the beatles are the first and most likely the only rpf thing i’ll ever write. i’ve written fictional character ones before that but they were shitty so the first thing i ever posted was beatles too.
what’s your favorite ship to write and why?
starrison... because it just is, i have really no idea. they have the dynamic of the kind of relationship i want, i guess, (plus majorly awesome side-character energy) so yeah.
easiest beatle to write?
george. his personality is scarily similar to mine, so all i really have to do is think how i’d handle (x) situation.
hardest beatle to write?
paul. which is strange bc every mclennon fic ive ever written is from his perspective lmao. i think it’s hard for me to write him because i don’t actually like him very much and he gets on my nerves.
original era or modern au?
modern, but i can tolerate original if i throw period-typical homophobia in the bin. don’t like writing that.
least favorite pair to write?
mcharrison.. mostly cause they’re just such great friends and ugh, will die for some good mcharrison bromance (writing a fic like that now lmao...)
do you read or write more?
write, sorry to every fic ive ignored, but multi-chapters stress me out so much especially if they already have upwards of like 10,000 words. (very sorry if i’ve ignored your work, it’s really not your fault i promise) if i catch a multi chapter in its first couple updates i’m more inclined to read it. (but yeah, i write way more to the point where i have several almost finished fics in my drive, expect a week soon where i just post them all ahajkdks)
aus or canon compliant?
i mean i guess modern au if that counts? or them as like, anything but musicians because that’s hilarious.
ship you’d like to see more of?
uhhh... lenstarr or lennison (create the content you wish to see)
au/trope you want to see more of?
nothing specific. (but i love drunken confessions and bed-sharing, specifically together)
fanfic trope pet peeve?
ARCHETYPE BEATLES. archetype beatles can fucking kiss my ass. no sweeter-than-sweet ringo, depressed/moody/angry george, way-too-much-of-a-“leader” john, and paul the a) over-the-top drama queen or b) the Most Serious About Music™️. hate those. please be complex :))
prefer to write one shots or multi chaptered fics?
oneshots. but i did just start a multi chapter one you can read here if you’re interested 👀 (it’s sort of crack, idk if that hurts or helps)
on a scale from one to ten, how much has fanfiction taken over your life?
like maybe 6-7. it’s a lot.
do you have an author you look up to?
YES. literally all of them omg. seriously @mithranqueer @measuredoutinyears @dusted-0negin @celeste-fitzgerald @rufusrant @muzaktomyears @blobfishmiffy you all are very cool and i always feel very nervous to talk to you 😌
what’s a fic you can’t get tired of no matter how many times you read?
(time to sift through my bookmarks)
by @measuredoutinyears
a love that’s shining all around here - starrison (literally the first beatles fic in my bookmarks)
because you’re sweet and lovely - starrison (oh my god)
by @mithranqueer
baby, you’re a rich man - starrison (ahhhhhhh them as mob members is crazy and perfect and you know??)
by @blobfishmiffy
beatle toast (but gayer) - lennison (vv accurate for their dynamic)
a push in the right direction - starrison (the obliviousness and denial and the lenstarr bromance = everything)
by @celeste-fitzgerald
if this was a movie - starrison (i think the first time i read this i had to get up it was just so sweet)
by no particular author i know the tumblr url of:
peppermint kisses - mclennon (it’s christmas fluff i mean come on)
drunken lovers. - starrison (what did i say about drunken confessions)
attracts me like no other lover - george/everyone with endgame starrison (not sad but made me cry)
do you have a current fic obsession?
will you be mad if i say my own?
how seriously do you take fic writing?
not as serious as i should maybe, if you measure how much i don’t try and how much i live off of people’s praise :D
tags before the nsfw: ... @muzaktomyears (vv sorry if this is like the third or fourth tag, but y’all already talked about some of my favorites)
do sex positions (top/bottom) effect your enjoyment when reading or writing a fic?
kind of ?? more in the next question
do you have a preference over who’s who at all? if you do, then what are they?
in lieu of the confusing answer i had, here’s the six main ones:
mclennon: top john
starrison: prefer top george but either one is fine
lennison: top george
mcharrison: either way
mcstarr: mostly top ringo, maybe top paul
lenstarr: top ringo
this stems from the deal that if i read a ship and one or another of them is the top the possibility of me being able to picture it another way goes down (like first come, first served sort of)
is there any kind of kink you have to fight back including in every fic?
nor unless you count dirty talk which i always put in there anyway
when do you feel comfortable adding a smut scene in your fic, if it matters to you at all?
i guess in truth, i’ve only written a couple of fics (posted and unposted) with smut in them, and in a decent half of them i used sex to represent a deeper emotional connection rather than, like, because i was horny (but i have like 4 of those too so if you want i could..) /hj
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What r some quacknoblade concepts u personally want written?? I’d love to write for them but ideas are. Hard 😔
hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhmmmmmmm;;;;; i think we talked about a royalty au here if you poke around ( ineed to fix my tags im so sorry) with the basic concept being antartic empire pog w/ mr quacks and id die for that fic you dont understand ;;;;; ive suddenly become re obsessed with royalty aus but it doesnt fit in with the other stuff im writing alsdjfkldsfjlksdfj
another fic idea thats been talked abt a little is spousal privilege marriage, which would kind of be like techno and quacks getting married so they dont have to testify against each other in court if it ever comes up bc theyve both Committed Crimes alskdjfkadsjfkldsj its a really really fun concept that two different people sent me saying quacknoblade and i feel legally responsible for getting it into the world, one way or another /lh
also like. dnd/fantasy au? that fucks love that shit kasdjflkdsjlskdj
tbh whenever i need inspiration i just search for ‘saturn anon’ on my blog bc everything they write is perfect and fills my heart with joy and my brain with inspiration <3 aslkdjfkljflksxdlkj
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ive been getting a lot of hate asks and stuff about my dabi fic posted yesterday and i'd post about it now rather than leave for it later. *here is the comment that was in my fic that made some people upset. it's from the original doc and has now been edited out from the story itself.
when i had written it, it was ONLY in reference to the kink (chikan) itself since it is a popular genre in hentai's/pornos and an actual issue in Japan. "sick obsession" was in reference to the perversion of groping, not the people themselves. just like if i were to write something for ex; america, it would be something like, "america had a sick obsession for teacher and student relationships". the part itself just was not the best way to describe it since i directly am not from Japan. it wasnt meant to say that "japan people are xyz". i do not believe that Japanese people are rapists, and although it came across as that anyways, i do feel sorry about it because it wasnt my intention at all. if you know me, im one of the people who hate any type of stereotypes/jokes about asian people. in me explaining the quote, i am in no way excusing what was written, just explaining what i was thinking when i wrote it. i do now understand that it was insensitive, and it was my fault for even thinking it was a good idea to put in the story in the first place.
it didnt cross my mind that to any reader that it would be offensive and it's ironic considering it placed in anime fic of all places. the line wasnt removed to cover it up, it was deleted because i realized i had fucked up and didnt want anyone else to feel like that reading my story. for that anon and anyone else who took offense to it i am very sorry because i really didnt think it through and there isnt an excuse for it. just poor judgement and writing.
the second issue is that people were saying i condone/support rape now because they think the reader gets assualted in the fic. i do not write rape nor do i condone it. never in the story does reader get raped and i even state that Dabi wouldnt do that to someone (because i believe he wouldnt), especially to someone he does/nt know. in my fics i always make sure to add in that either character x reader know each other and have discussed such kink, and or character gets a definite answer to reader that they (reader) wants it. even if i were to write it, it would be for something plot wise and not just "yes good assualt" and the whole story wouldnt sexualize it. yes it was poor timing, and yes i still believe in everything ive said before and even now.
since we're on the topic of consent fics anyways, i had also freshly started receiving hate about writing dub-con only after i had made a callout post (back in july) and all that jazz. from then, i have even stepped up from my earlier works to put in the tags to make sure that it does not come across someone's dash who doesnt want it. in addition to this, i have used better warnings on my works as well. since i think it's important to discuss it now, i will talk about what i write. 45/55 of the time when i do write dub-con, it isnt for the ✨ kink ✨ or to sexualize the moment. i am embarrassed and ashamed to admit it since i have never talked about my personal life ever on my blog so to open up about this is hard and i dont want people to perceive this as an excuse, just the p.o.v of where i produce my works.
please do not make fun of or mock me, it's hard enough talking about this as is. many events in my life have led to shaping me into thinking/believing that intercourse has to be reluctant at first to really enjoy it. since i also have enough trust issues on my own to physically cope with it, i use writing for it instead. and no, this has nothing to do with aforementioned callout post either. of course i know now from proper treatment and working on myself that sex isnt supposed to be like that but it's just my outlet with getting it out. my issue with people who write non-con/rape have not experienced it or focus it mainly on being assualted just because it makes the story "hot", which doesnt sit right with me. not only this, they do not tag/warn properly either, which i do (explanation in blue).
as a reader i do think you can send me asks like, "hey, i dont like that you did this" because i can always keep that criticism in mind for my later stories. had it been an ask (or asks) that had been genuine concern would have been fine, but the fact that people are sending around a screenshot and jumping to make posts so they can get a chance to bully me again is the same toxicity i was talking about. if you were actual supporters of mine (whether you didnt like what i wrote or not), why was the thought of sending it to people who hate me the first thought to do? were you expecting me to say i didnt do it? unlike most people i can admit to my own wrongdoings.
its the fact that REAL people were offended and you guys are using it for your sad agenda to have everyone hate me. you guys are OBSESSED with stalking me even though you cant stand me. bringing up old callout posts and then trying to shove words into my mouth that arent there show very clearly what yalls true motives are. capitalizing on my mistakes and waiting for moments where i say something you dislike is NOT you playing hero, youre just toxic people waiting for an outlet to abuse someone. stop pretending to care about issues when you dont. any asks/etc related to this that are just straight up hate will not be answered.
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Sorry if this has been asked before, but what got into asoiaf? Also, did you like Arya and Jonrya from the first read or did that come later? What do you think of Jon as a character? What are your top 10 favourite characters and moments? I aplologise for this avalanche of questions but I just couldn't help wanting to know more of my favourite asoiaf writer. PS: I adore your aesthetic, your blog and writing gives me an otherworldly feeling.
Hey no worries! Ask away <333
but what got you into asoiaf? I’ve always been into quasi-medieval fantasy, and picked up asoiaf a looooooooong time ago, when I was in middle school. It was so engagingly written that it never really left my brain since? That’s like, ten whole years rent free I’ve been thinking about these characters. What recently spurred me into like, engaging with the fandom/writing/etc was the lack of action in the Jonrya tag, and more specifically, the lack of stories updating that I was interested in, so I decided to make my own 😅
Also, did you like Arya and Jonrya from the first read or did that come later? Re: liking Jon and Arya right off the bat--Okay, so when I first read the series, I was Going Through It IRL, and identified a lot with Jon and his storyline? But I was also so not past the age of “girls going on insane dangerous adventures and being brave despite that” being massively appealing and all the Arya chapters were a satisfyingly more adult version of that genre. I’ll say I liked them both from the get-go, and it’s never really died down since, and I just learned over the years and rereads to appreciate more of the characters. (If I’d been a little older on that first read, I probably would have glommed onto Tyrion instead, and my fandom interactions now would be...vastly different 😂😂😂)
I guess I sort of shipped it from the moment I read ADWD. Like, I was super into Jon&Arya before then--that level of devotion is one of my fictional relationship draws--but ADWD really got me into it. There was just something so compelling about how often they think of each other, and how badly they want to be reunited again, in Arya’s chapters especially. But the whole passage with the Pink Letter just Fucked Me Up emotionally, and suddenly I was like, “They should reunite and kiss”. Over the years, my enthusiasm for the ship has increased, as my very old slushpile of unpublished fics can attest.
What do you think of Jon as a character? I think he’s an incredibly complex character, which is my favorite type of character! His struggles in the series against his own desires versus his sense of duty, especially framed in the narrative by popular thoughts about bastards, and how that affected his self esteem--he has to be more honorable, more clever, more dedicated just to make up for a facet of his own existence that he didn’t control and can’t change!--is something I just find so compelling. And, of course, his deeply intense love for Arya always gets me like 😍😍😍😍 I don’t have any huge takes on him though--I’m not a very thinky type person and everything I think about characters seems so hard to articulate unless I’m pouring it out into a fic (so I’m sorry if you wanted Takes! This Bitch Empty!)
What are your top 10 favourite characters?
Arya
Jon
Daenerys
Brienne
Tyrion
Missandei
Oberyn
Bran
Asha
Sansa
What are your top 10 favourite moments? Alright, these are in no particular order of preference, just listened as I remembered/googled exactly what books they took place in
1. When Brienne rescues Willow from the Bloody mummers, despite knowing that they’ll kill her for the attempt, AFFC-Brienne VII. No chance and no choice gives me chills every fucking time
2. When Arya kills Dareon and walks off with his boots, AFFC-Cat of the Canals. This moment has implications and speaks to Arya’s inability to let go of herself, even when all that being a Stark means in that moment is the gruesome work of justice, but I’ll be honest--I just like it because of how nonchalant and almost sassy she is when taking the boots afterwards, and how it speaks to her practicality.
3. When Jon reads the Pink Letter and loses his shit, ADWD-Jon XIII. I want my bride back … I want my bride back … I want my bride back …"I think we had best change the plan," Jon Snow said. Ohohohohhhoo!!! Juuuuust fuck me up GRRM!!
4. When Daenerys has breakfast with Missandei in Mereen and Missandei chides her into eating more, saying Daenerys is very small, ADWD-Daenerys VII. But also every Daenerys & Missandei interaction ever. Every time they speak to each other, you can just tell the level of care they have, and how they see each other as family over time!!!
5. When Arya travels with the Brotherhood Without Banners and gives water to the northern prisoners before watching as Anguy mercy-kills them, ASoS-Arya V. It’s a facet of Arya’s personality that imo, I think is ignored in metas and fics. She considers them her pack, and despite her disappointment in them, and her disgust at their crimes, still gives them water and finds them a quick, merciful death.
6. The dinner with the men of the Nightswatch and the discussion Bran and Robb have afterwards, about riding to the Wall to see Jon, and about whether their family will come back, AGoT-Bran IV This moment, I think, speaks to Robb’s characterization in a way that Catelyn’s POV chapters don’t touch very well. He’s so very young, despite everything, and trying his hardest, and well aware of the dangers his family is in, and how he’s falling short of saving them and there’s nothing he can do about that.
7. Oberyn during Tyrion’s trail by combat, and his arrogance and his rage, ASoS-Tyrion X. His demand that the Mountain say Elia’s name got me tearing up the first time I read it, not realizing what the cost of that justice would be for Oberyn himself. So much of ASoIaF deals with grief, and the consequences of obsessive grief, and this fit into the series so impeccably fucking well
8. Every single thing about Daenerys freeing the slaves at Astapor, ASoS-Daenerys III. One of the things I really didn’t appreciate in the show is how they changed the tone of that scene, very much altering it from Daenerys and her joy that she can do this thing, a balm after the horror she felt seeing the slaves and learning about the brutal training the Unsullied go through, into a moment that was just her being badass and powerful.
"Unsullied!" Dany galloped before them, her silver-gold braid flying behind her, her bell chiming with every stride. "Slay the Good Masters, slay the soldiers, slay every man who wears a tokar or holds a whip, but harm no child under twelve, and strike the chains off every slave you see." She raised the harpy's fingers in the air . . . and then she flung the scourge aside. "Freedom!" she sang out. "Dracarys! Dracarys!" "Dracarys!" they shouted back, the sweetest word she'd ever heard. "Dracarys! Dracarys!" And all around them slavers ran and sobbed and begged and died, and the dusty air was filled with spears and fire.
"Dracarys!" they shouted back, the sweetest word she'd ever heard. "Dracarys! Dracarys!" And all around them slavers ran and sobbed and begged and died, and the dusty air was filled with spears and fire."Dracarys!" they shouted back, the sweetest word she'd ever heard. "Dracarys! Dracarys!" And all around them slavers ran and sobbed and begged and died, and the dusty air was filled with spears and fire. [Bold mine] The moment on the show was momentous, but this was-----vastly superior and far more indicative of her character.
9. Catelyn stopping the catspaw from killing Bran, AGoT-Catelyn III. Watching Catelyn emerge from the haze of her grief only to go full fucking ham feral and brutal protecting her child was like *chef’s kiss* There’s just such a cool contrast between her losing her shit talking with Robb a moment before, and then the actual fight, and then her busting out with: "The circumstances did not allow me to examine it closely, but I can vouch for its edge," Catelyn replied with a dry smile. "Why do you ask?"
10. This exchange: Alliser Thorne overheard him. "Lord Snow wants to take my place now." He sneered. "I'd have an easier time teaching a wolf to juggle than you will training this aurochs.""I'll take that wager, Ser Alliser," Jon said. "I'd love to see Ghost juggle." AGoT-Jon III. That’s the moment I knew I stanned Jon Snow irreparably, forever.
PS: I adore your aesthetic, your blog and writing gives me an otherworldly feeling. No u! For real, anon, that’s so fucking sweet of you to say 🥰🥰🥰 Hope I answered everything to your satisfaction, and feel free to come back and chat if the mood strikes ya!
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omg ive never met anyone who likes the medici show!!!!! pls share ur thoughts
you must be new here bc i Love the show! it’s one of my all time fave period dramas (coming from someone who knows nothing about the actual history of the family other than the one (1) page history that was given in her high school history textbook and sporadic wikipedia diving when watching the show— i just love period dramas) and i often quote this post by @hotniatheron when talking about this show (because that’s literally. the whole show)
the cinnamon topography, the sets, the characters the costumes, the d r a m a, the storyline! i love it all! i’ve written a few posts on the show as well that i’ll link here if you want some memes (and usually gifsets i rb are filled with commentary) but if you really care about why i love the show, i’ll try to give you as much of a summary as i can (w o w so this got long because i have a lot of feelings so i’ll leave this under the cut but tl;dr i adore this show and i think about it more than once a week and have tons of half-written meta posts sitting in my drafts fjwkjfewn)
i watched s1 when it first came out and immediately fell in love, watched the whole thing in one day (avoiding a paper i had due lmao) and completely fell for it. i loved the morally ambiguous leanings of everyone in that season— no one was quite Good™️ or Bad™️, they all did things with their own ambitions and their own ideas of what a good future may look like in mind— i loved all the scenic shots and the duomo (the true protagonist), i loved the characterization of “the banker that wanted to be an artist”, the attack and murder of albizzi and his son! in the forest! in slow motion! while the duomo is being consecrated! the mist of the forest combining with the smoke from the lamps! still gives me chills! i hated every moment cosimo wasn’t respecting his amazing wife who rode in oh horseback! in the signoria! just to save his ass! and he completely shunned her for it! i loved lucrezia’s depth they gave her towards the end that was later extended in s2 (where you could Tell contessina took her under her wing and gave her the single braincell of the family) and even more, i loved the multi layered storyline of the season— the coming of age story of cosimo, the murder mystery of who killed his father, the PLOT TWIST of who killed his father!!! (i kept forgetting in my first and second rewatches of the season and every time i forgot it felt like i experienced it for the first time all over again!) but most importantly, i loved the narrative of not knowing what to do in life, that every decision you made is a gamble with outcomes that are both good and bad, but there will be people around you who support you and get you through it
and then. s2. by far the better written of the two three seasons with a more clear plotline and timeline that allows you to really take in the characters and the plotline at once while allowing for more nuance and depth in a way that we didn’t get in s1! here we have the distinct battle between Good and Bad which was shocking after the morally grey complexity that we saw in s1 but made for a fresh new season that i instantly enjoyed! b u t!!! it did not go! where i thought it was going to go! as someone who knows nothing about the history, i went into it completely in the dark and solely began crafting possible endings in my head. i thought. i had pictured. that lorenzo and francesco started off enemies, francesco realizes his uncle jacopo (sean bean) has been manipulating him, switches to the “good” side, hears the acts of betrayal, and instead of falling back into his uncle’s plotting and manipulation, i thought! i assumed! that francesco was playing him! i thought! that francesco would see through the manipulation and the abuse and was in a double agent scenario where he was plotting the “pazzi conspiracy” but he told lorenzo and giuliano about the plot and they’d catch jacopo in the act, give him a trial, and give him a prison sentence! i thought this WHOLE thing! even at the end of ep7! even after the hugs (i thought the extra squeezes was francesco signaling to lorenzo and giuliano that everything was going according to plan (because remember the whole Good and Bad clear divide? i thought this was going to be the grey zone of s1 to remind us of moral ambiguities)) and even when ep 3 “mass” was going. i was sitting there in my clown paint waiting for francesco to get! his! redemption arc! because i forgot! that this! was a historical period drama about real events! and it wasn’t until lucrezia’s scream that i realized “OH. it’s not going to get better” you can imagine. my pain. but i think that’s what made this season so good? anyone could have watched it and fallen in love with the storyline and good narrative they presented that allowed you to get lost in the characters and the story
and as for s3. i’m withholding as much of my thoughts as possible because i will be watching it when it finally airs on netflix and i want to properly give it the binge watch that i’ve given the past seasons to really sit with my thoughts to have fully formed thoughts and onions on it!
in any case, i love this show. so much! i cannot wait for the renaissance project to happen with seasons about all the artists, but g o d am i going to miss this disaster family so! much! (and all those scenic duomo shots)
i love contessina and francesco (those are my two fave characters from the show) and there’s honestly so much more that i can say but honestly you can scroll through my series tags and see me cry about it because i’m rambling so much i know— if you give me a chance to tell you my thoughts on my obsessions! i’m so sorry in advance!
but i’m sure this is. not the length that you expected, but i hope it’s at least a bit entertaining! thanks for letting me talk about my obsessions for a bit!
#messages#anonymous#thank you for letting me talk about something i love for a bit!#i really enjoyed it!#and sorry if it's overwhelming
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The time in Summervale: 1
Warning: none
Specifics: y/n=your name, oc, oc fic, comedy
People: athela (your mother), edward (your father), huxley (cook), ruthy (maid)
Words: 1,438
Summary: In the fictional land of Summervale, 1700, you, the Duchess are made into an arranged marriage.This is the dream of your parents but certainty not the dream of a longing inventor like yourself. You are taught to be a lady but who wants to be a primp and proper lady when you can have fun and be yourself. You need to try to convince your parents this is not what you want or is it? How will it be seeing the Prince of Linwyn? Will you finally change your mind and side with your parents?
Authors Note: this is something newwwwww. ive been wanting to do kinda my own thing for a while so this is not on any fandom this is a story i will be updating with chapters about my characters but in a x reader way if that makes sense so its still gonna use you and such just this is my own story. i got inspiration off of this story “the austrian suitor” by @headoverhiddles, granted i dont know the character or the fandom i just read it cuz another blog reblogged it yet i rlly enjoyed it even tho it is smut and im not usually a smut reader just kinda skip that or whatever either way it was extremely well written and gave me such inspiration like wowowowowow. so i made this piece inspired by that and i hope you guys like it. this is just kinda an opening to the whole thing and to kinda see how it works out so there is not any romance in this but trust me there will be but like i said i want to see how this goes if yall like if u do pls tell me tell me what u think ur thoughts everything i worked rlly hard on this so pls share like reblog do what you gotta do it would me a lot to me. thnx guys <3
“Maybe this piece goes here,” you mumbled to yourself. An action you always did but it was something your mother hated. Sitting atop your bed you concentrated your efforts in inventing a mixer that did its job on its own. Call it a hobby or a dream but inventing was your world. You loved the satisfaction of creating something with your own two hands especially if it helped people. Unfortunately, your parents the Prince and Princess of Summervale did not approve. They called it very unladylike. Your mother, Athela, would scold you about getting messy and dirty and then throw you in the tub like a little child. Your father, Edward, was always forcing you to learn how to seam. His mother used to do it and he wanted to pass it down to you. Those things didn’t excite you, didn’t make you complete. Inventing was something you loved and was always thinking about. As you would look at an apple tree during your morning stroll you would wonder about what inventions would be good for peeling apples whilst your parents bored you with duties as a Duchess.
“Almost done,” you screwed on the last screw to your creation. You had dirt under your nails and they were short and barely ever polished, only for special occasions. Your hair was almost every time how it was meant to be. None of those gels, ties, bows, again only for special occasions. Your mother, Athela, would buy you all these face creams, soaps, masks, but you were content with your scars and bumps, naming them every so often after royals, saying your “face was a castle and there should definitely be Queens and Kings roaming on it.” You were odd and different to others but to yourself you were this boring, normal, royal girl that everyone hated because you were granted everything you could ever want. Life was not that simple though. Sometimes when you have everything handed to you - all the money in the world - it still doesn’t fill up that hollow feeling inside or take away the sadness. It was something to help people cope but it was never the antidote.
“Alright...finished. What do you think Karim?” You hastily got out of bed and sat on the floor presenting your mixer to your pug. One very lovely vacation you took with your family you had learn a bit of Arabic. It was a beautiful language and you had made many friends there. You named your dog Karim meaning generous. Karim was generous, he was the only one who would look at your inventions. “Do you think it will work?” You gave a toothy grin, excited.
Karim grunted as he licked his nose, panting.
“I knew you would like it,” patting his head you jump up ready to show not just your parents but also the cooks. You had a very good feeling about this one. Every time you made an invention you had hope that maybe your parents would change their minds about your future but every occurrence was the same.
“Mother, father! Come look!” You yelled as you sprinted down the stairs not caring if your nightgown would get dirty sweeping across the floors of the castle. “Come quick!”
“What in the heavens is the matter my dear child?” Edward, your father, grumbled seeing you in such a hurry.
“See, father, in the kitchen.”
“In the kitchen?”
You passed by your mother, she tried to catch you but you slipped from her grip. “Young Lady why are you not dressed and groomed properly? You look like a mess.”
“Doesn’t matter, mother in this moment time is of the essence!” You arrived at the kitchen and grabbed a blue glass bowl, plopping it with a loud clank on the counter top.
“What are you doing y/n?” The cook asked. “You almost broke me bowl!” He was a plump older man, very short. His hair was salt and pepper and his face was as white as flour yet his cheeks were always red.
“Forgive me Huxley I just need to know. Need to see and dive deep into the unknown.” You opened up a recipe card that Huxley wrote down for your favorite cake. Vanilla cake, you were a simple girl. “Alright I need eggs and flour and oh yes milk! Almost forgot about the milk!” You were talking to yourself again as you ran around the kitchen like a mad woman.
“Is this another one of your inventions?” Huxley crossed his arms knowing about your obsession.
“Yes but my dear good old Huxley-”
“Old?” He lifted his brow.
“No time to explain, I have a tingling within me. This one is going to be it, I know it. Mother and father will finally see and believe in me.” You poured all the ingredients in the bowl. Your parents walked in, perplexed.
“Hello everyone. Today I show you something I have been working on the for the past week. I am very proud of myself but any who let me show you my newest invention-”
“Oh here we go again?” Athela rolled her eyes.
“The mixer!” You lifted it high in the air. “This mixer will not only mix greatly and fine it will mix to your acquired speed. Please watch.” You pulled the lever three times and then pushed the big button. The mixer turned on automatically with it squeaking from the gears. “As you can see the mixer is mixing all the ingredients together. No more of the hassle of blistered hands or tired arms, this does it for you! You can even look away and do other chores in the midst.” You turned around and your creation you thought so high about was creating smoke and making an odd sound.
“Um y/n,” Edward said, “is it supposed to do that?”
“Huh,” you turned to it again and all of a sudden the mixer started to go faster in speed. “Oh no.” The mixer then flew high in the air and starting to spin around like a mini airplane.
“Get down!” Huxley shouted and everyone in the room screamed in fear or bent down hiding under tables and items.
“Its alright everyone! Just a little mistake!” You climbed onto the tables trying to fetch the item. “Blasted thing.” You jumped onto the counter and caught it making it stop. Until it started to mix again and it caught a piece of your hair. You screamed loud and tried running away but hit the bowl of cake mix making it hurl in the air on top of your head making you slip from the batter onto your back. The mixer finally stopped. You groaned knowing you were about to hear it from your parents.
Athela stood up with a scowl on her face. “To your room. Now!”
You sat at your vanity disappointed with yourself. You had worked so hard on the mixer and had embarrassed yourself. Athela was standing next to you, glaring. Karim was laying in his bed munching on a treat and your maid Ruthy tended to your hair.
“I cannot believe you chose to do this on a day like today. Of all days!” Your mother was furious. Her gloved hands were held into fists. “You were supposed to be ready!”
“I know. I’m sorry mother.” In the end you always apologized even though you really hadn’t meant it. You hated when your mother was right especially about inventing. You always wanted to prove her wrong but it ended in outright disappointment.
“Look at this hair now.” Athela lifted the piece of hair that was wrapped around the mixer. “Can you save it Ruthy?”
Ruthy bit her lip as she heaved a sigh, “I’m sorry your Royal Highness it is very tangled I must cut it off.”
“Oh my! Are you sure?”
Ruthy nodded.
“Today of all days,” Athela repeated herself. “How will your future husband think of you now?”
“What?” You asked and then all was heard was a snip as Ruthy cut that one lock of hair.
“Make sure you take that disgusting batter out of her hair.” Athela pointed to your scalp.
“Mother what are you talking about?” You stood up throwing your precious now broken mixer onto your desk.
“My dear didn’t you not fall just mere minutes ago in that vanilla goop?”
“Thats not what I meant and you know it. I am asking about what you said about a future husband. What did you mean by that?”
Athela rubbed your shoulders up and down and broke into a huge smile. “My dear you are getting married!”
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Author Interview
Tagged by @charlatron for these questions a long, long time ago...thank you, and I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to get to this! It got lost in my Drafts folder, and I decided to clean that out as I procrastinate on other things, so...umm...yeah!
Name: Adrian
Fandoms: Dragon Age (and everything else, but still mostly Dragon Age)
Where you post: AO3, and here (WIPs and random drabbles, head canons, and excerpts)
Most popular one shot: “...And when it comes...” a tooth-rottingly sweet fenhawke+kids two-chapter thing where I introduced dad!Fenris as a habitual hair-braider (also includes a really disturbing flashback, so CW for slavery and implied/suggested sexual abuse). It was also the first fan fic I ever shared publicly!
Most popular multi-chapter story: lol...I don’t talk about this much (watch me talk a lot about it right now), but it’s a Seven Deadly Sins Jericho-centric fic, called Walls Tumbling Down (har de har har!). I’ve only ever watched the first two seasons of the show on Netflix because me and my real-life partner like to occasionally binge watch anime for shits and giggles, but I’m not involved in the fandom at all (a lot of stuff about the show and I assume the manga is actually a little squicky for me). I started writing this because I really liked one (1) character who deserved more attention and more opportunities to yell at everyone (and she does that! and it’s really cathartic to write!). About once a year I get inspired to add a chapter (it’s all outlined, and ends with some closure for my girl) and somehow, those blessed kudos keep trickling in...
Favourite story you wrote: I think In Deep is my most self-indulgent fic right now, even though it’s not complete, and it’s in a different world state than most of my other stuff. It’s mostly about Anders, post-Inquisition, following Dread Moon, a collab multi-chapter fic I wrote with my buddy, @figgypudz about her our OC Alarion, an elf who was spying on Dorian for this mysterious organization, the Agents of Fen’Harel (it takes place pre-Trespasser). Anders and Alarion are boyfriends now, and they are on the run (sorta) and Anders is getting a chance to process and heal and be adored by someone. Oh, and Cole keeps popping in, too. <3
How you choose your titles: Ok, so I thought that said “titties” and I was like, “I’m not very particular...” and I guess the same goes for my titles. If it’s a multi-chapter thing, I try to figure out a theme or a pattern for naming chapters. Same goes for series. My Lost and Found series was originally all verby-sounding titles, but then I got distracted by spin-offs. Sometimes it’s a character quote or a reference to the source material that is particularly relevant to the theme or situation. I’m terrible about using song lyrics or poems or whatever. So, yeah...IDK...
Complete: 7! Whaaat?! (Most of those are one-shots or parts of a longer series...)
Incomplete: 8...plus everything else I haven’t even started sharing yet...eeeeek!
Do you outline: Yes. Obsessively. Often. All over the place. With arrows and links and omg...my brain needs to just knock it off with all the planning and mapping sometimes.
Coming Soon: Oof...um...I’m three two chapters away from finishing Fly Away of my Lost and Found series and those chapters are already mostly/sort of written! There’s gonna be some more fenhawke smut, and a lot less drinking for one person in particular...
Do you accept prompts: I suck at focusing enough on something I’m not completely passionate about to pull this off, I think, and I find the idea of writing for other people really intimidating! Those of you who can just take someone else’s suggestions and run with them are amazing and I admire you. Maybe once I get all these stories out of my head? So...probably never.
Upcoming story you’re most excited to write: The next part of Lost and Found, Part IV (I think?): Legacy, should be kinda fun (and shorter, I hope!), cuz it will feature a super pregnant Hawke trying to do the stuff from the DA2 Legacy DLC (with some help from some familiar Wardens and some other friends/family members she has been missing since she left Kirkwall)...but I made goals for #theWIPproject2020 of working on some of my current WIPs, so that might have to wait!
I’m tagging @factorykat, @serial-chillr, and @hermiowngranger. Please ignore if you’ve already done this or just like, don’t feel like it, maaannnn...
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One Call Away
Summary: Garth can usually bounce back but when the voices are too loud, a phone call from a strange quiets them down.
Square Filled: Late Night Call
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Garth Fitzgerald, reader
Word Count: 504
Warning(s): Negative thoughts, Depressed Garth.
A/N: This was written for @spngenrebingo.
I do not own any of the pictures used in my story aesthetic.
Garth was used to it by now. Every time he screwed up, someone always had a few choice words for him. He tried his hardest, like all the other hunters out there. Garth was only human. He was allowed to screw up every once in a while. But yet, after the phone call with Bobby, his words were still swimming around. “I wonder how I’m still alive myself.” Garth sighed to himself as he drove down the highway and moved onto his next case.
He tried everything to make the voices stop. No matter what he did, they kept getting louder and louder until he pulled off to the side of the road and put his car in park. He laid his head on the steering wheel with a deep sigh and closed his eyes for a second. “I’m no good, everyone thinks so.” His cell phone rang in the passenger seat but Garth ignored it. It wasn’t until the third or fourth time ringing that Garth picked up his phone and looked at the number. He didn’t recognize it but as soon as he answer he said hello a couple timed but when no one replied, he was close to hanging up but that’s when he heard it.
That soft voicing singing made Garth sit up. I’m only one call away, I’ll be there to save the day. You stopped singing and Garth had to wipe his eyes. “Oh shit snacks, I am so sorry.. I thought I was calling a friend of mine.”
“I should’ve interrupted you but you have a beautiful singing voice.” You felt your face heat up and you heard Garth blow his nose. “I’m sorry about that.”
“It sounds like you need a friend right now amigo. My name’s Y/N, what’s yours?”
“Garth Fitzgerald the IV.”
“What happened to the first three?” Garth chuckled lightly at your joke, at least he was hoping it was a joke and you smiled.
“I’m not entirely sure. Now care to tell me why a pretty girl such as yourself is calling a total stranger at 2:30 in the morning?”
“You don’t even know what I look like, how in the hell do you know I’m pretty? Also I got sucked into this show on Netflix, it’s ridiculous.”
The two of you continued talking until Garth heard the familiar sound of another call coming in. He held his phone out to see who was trying to get a hold of him and sighed. “Y/N, I’m sorry about this but duty calls and someone is blowing up my phone something fierce.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to keep you so long, this never happens honestly. I hate talking on the phone, but there’s something about you Garth that makes it easier. So thank you for talking with me.”
“No, please don’t apologize for that. I needed someone to talk to so, I’m happy that I picked up.”
“Will it be alright if I call you again?”
“I’d like that a lot.”
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get to know me tag!
tagged by @literalite (thank u lamer clone!) n im not tagging anyone bc.............. every1 i think i know has already been tagged so thats calm, there r 125 questions below!
1. WHAT IS YOUR FULL NAME? Pat[REDACTED] [REDACTED] [REDACTED] [REDACTED] [REDACTED] [REDACTED] [REDACTED] [REDACTED]
2. WHAT IS YOUR NICKNAME? pat
3. BIRTHDAY? 23rd of nov!!!!! <3 (2001)
4. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE BOOK SERIES? hmhmhnnnn,,,,, lotr, the hobbit, harry potter, anything from the grishaverse,,, idk man i like books a lot,,, the raven cycle,,, hnmgmg,,
5. DO YOU BELIEVE IN ALIENS OR GHOSTS? aliens 100% i believe in them! ghosts? i mean... i half kind of do half dont but my kind of ghost aint the same as the usual idea of a ghost yanno? mine r nicer <3
6. WHO IS YOUR FAVORITE AUTHOR? leigh bardugo, tolkien, i would say j.k rowling but shes trash! her books r good tho ://
7. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE RADIO STATION? ??? idk so im gon pretend this means podcast and in that case im listening to the black tapes rn!
8. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE FLAVOR OF ANYTHING? matcha or strawberry!!!!!!
9. WHAT WORD WOULD YOU USE OFTEN TO DESCRIBE SOMETHING GREAT OR WONDERFUL? thats swag (i began using it ironically but now i cant stop)
10. WHAT IS YOUR CURRENT FAVORITE SONG? uhhh eve or the wonderful world by mark joshua! orrr shiloh by little chief!!
11. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE WORD? grinned
12. WHAT WAS THE LAST SONG YOU LISTENED TO? walking back to georgia by jim croce
13. WHAT TV SHOW WOULD YOU RECOMMEND FOR EVERYBODY TO WATCH? honestly.... drop dead diva... im sorry.... but tbh i dont watch tv all that often!! ACTUALLUY HECK i would def recommend merlin the bbc tv series and ofc sherlock the tv series but keep in mind both those recs will rip out your heart MULTIPLE times,
14. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE MOVIE TO WATCH WHEN YOU’RE FEELING DOWN? .......... im down all the time lolol but tbh all the harry potter films + the 1st fantastic beasts movie, all the lotr films and all the hobbit films AND sherlock both the rdj and jude law films and then the bbc sherlock christmas special the abominable bride
15. DO YOU PLAY VIDEO GAMES? yah! my all time favourite game is tes oblivion!! it has been my fav since i was 6!
16. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST FEAR? my life not working out the way i want to!! i want my life to be happy and long and spent with the people i love and not having 2 worry abt money or health!!!
17. WHAT IS YOUR BEST QUALITY, IN YOUR OPINION? i think maybe my ability to find everything funny??
18. WHAT IS YOUR WORST QUALITY, IN YOUR OPINION? my temper is beyond vicious honestly like im not kidding my temper is.... disgusting
19. DO YOU LIKE CATS OR DOGS BETTER? birds
20. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SEASON? winter
21. ARE YOU IN A RELATIONSHIP? nah!
22. WHAT IS SOMETHING YOU MISS FROM YOUR CHILDHOOD? im still a kid im only 17!!! and uh,, i miss the innocence!! i miss being oblivious!!
23. WHO IS YOUR BEST FRIEND? i dont have one!
24. WHAT IS YOUR EYE COLOR? brownn w/ a bit of green!
25. WHAT IS YOUR HAIR COLOR? dark brown!
26. WHO IS SOMEONE YOU LOVE? my parents and my family!
27. WHO IS SOMEONE YOU TRUST? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
28. WHO IS SOMEONE YOU THINK ABOUT OFTEN? jude law, sebastian stan, emma stone
29. ARE YOU CURRENTLY EXCITED ABOUT/FOR SOMETHING? back to school shopping!! also i get to eat fried chicken and cheesecake tonight because even tho my birthday was yesterday im celebrating it today!!!!
30. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST OBSESSION? stationery??? video games?? FOOD??
31. WHAT WAS YOUR FAVORITE TV SHOW AS A CHILD? jane and the dragon!
32. WHO OF THE OPPOSITE GENDER CAN YOU TELL ANYTHING TO, IF ANYONE? i dont know what a male is sorry
33. ARE YOU SUPERSTITIOUS? a baby bit only
34. DO YOU HAVE ANY UNUSUAL PHOBIAS? n’aw i dont think so!
35. DO YOU PREFER TO BE IN FRONT OF THE CAMERA OR BEHIND IT? i mean... if i weren’t as ugly as i am id love to be in front of a camera doing fun acting stuff or whatnot! but bc i am ugly im usually behind the camera + i do film at school!
36. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE HOBBY? lettering/calligraphy!
37. WHAT WAS THE LAST BOOK YOU READ? what if its us by becky abertalli + adam silvera (its so cute but the ending was.... not satisfactory...)
38. WHAT WAS THE LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED? fantastic beasts the crimes of grindelwald!!!
39. WHAT MUSICAL INSTRUMENTS DO YOU PLAY, IF ANY? used 2 play piano, accordion, and violin! but i dont do tht anymore!
40. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ANIMAL? bird!!
41. WHAT ARE YOUR TOP 5 FAVORITE TUMBLR BLOGS THAT YOU FOLLOW? too many 2 pick from !!! im srry!
42. WHAT SUPERPOWER DO YOU WISH YOU HAD? gdgs all of them!!!!! maybe the power to warp reality bc i could do anything then?? a reality where im married to jude law or emma stone? done, a reality where i have all the powers in the world? done
43. WHEN AND WHERE DO YOU FEEL MOST AT PEACE? a cliff somewhere where its cold and the water is vicious underneath!
44. WHAT MAKES YOU SMILE? babies, animals, happy couples, pregnant people, old people, a lot of things really!
45. WHAT SPORTS DO YOU PLAY, IF ANY? i used 2 do karate but now i dont do sports!
46. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE DRINK? idfsng idk! strawberry milkshake maybe?? matcha boba??? milk!!
47. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU WROTE A HAND-WRITTEN LETTER OR NOTE TO SOMEBODY? last week!!! i love handwriting!
48. ARE YOU AFRAID OF HEIGHTS? nah!
49. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST PET PEEVE? ppl who r rude for no reason and also ppl at school who just pick on other ppl for no reason looking at you rahni teagan and the other f*ckheads!!! hope u die literally i know thats a horrible thing to say but you all deserve it
50. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN TO A CONCERT? i went to two twenty one pilot concerts!! the first one was in the forum in melbourne and then the other one was a few years or one year later and it was in a sold out stadium!! both were in the mosh! and then idk if this counts as a concert but i went to and did the meet and greet for dan and phil’s first tour! i dont like them anymore tho ! ://
51. ARE YOU VEGAN/VEGETARIAN? no way in HELL!!!!
52. WHEN YOU WERE LITTLE, WHAT DID YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GREW UP? a lot of things!!! famous actress, spy, war general, prime minister, pro wrestler, explorer, cartographer, filmmaker, architect, interior designer, dragon, PIRATE
53. WHAT FICTIONAL WORLD WOULD YOU LIKE TO LIVE IN? i know this is a bad idea but honestly the harry potter universe PROVIDED i had magic!! bc like,,, yah
54. WHAT IS SOMETHING YOU WORRY ABOUT? a lot of things! my future mainly lol :(
55. ARE YOU SCARED OF THE DARK? no but i gotta say sometimes in the middle of the night when i wake up and the undefined shape my clothes sitting on my desk chair looks like That i get a bit worried yanno it looks like a demon im not gonna lie
56. DO YOU LIKE TO SING? ya but i dont htink im any good at it!
57. HAVE YOU EVER SKIPPED SCHOOL? only due to sickness, funerals, or holidays!
58. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE PLACE ON THE PLANET? my house! OR the cliffs of moher :o)
59. WHERE WOULD YOU LIKE TO LIVE? in some old old old european castle in the middle of nowhere on a mountain and next to the sea
60. DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS? nuu :( but i do feed a lot of birds that come to my house and ive named them and love them even if the lorikeets dont love me back which is fine!!!! :(
61. ARE YOU MORE OF AN EARLY BIRD OR A NIGHT OWL? early bird i guess
62. DO YOU LIKE SUNRISES OR SUNSETS BETTER? sunsets??
63. DO YOU KNOW HOW TO DRIVE? yes! but i dont have my full lisence only my learner’s permit!!
64. DO YOU PREFER EARBUDS OR HEADPHONES? headphones (noise cancelling!!)
65. HAVE YOU EVER HAD BRACES? yup!! they were green!!
66. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE GENRE OF MUSIC? soft rock, indie folk, indie-everything mainly except for indie-rock,,, country music dont hate my i love country music as long as its certain country music!! aint having none of this keith urban rubbish in my house!! we only listen 2 the james taylor brand of country music in this house!!! so i guess country folk. folk music in general is my jam!!! i love ballads as well and ofc blues!! theres so many more jbdsgjbas but i cant possibly list all of it!!!
67. WHO IS YOUR HERO? the idea of me living out the future i want if that makes sense!
68. DO YOU READ COMIC BOOKS? yah!!
69. WHAT MAKES YOU THE MOST ANGRY? a lot of things honestly!!!! 2 many to list im really passionate!
70. DO YOU PREFER TO READ ON AN ELECTRONIC DEVICE OR WITH A REAL BOOK? real book but i read more on electronic devices bc its easy and i dont have to worry about lights !!
71. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SUBJECT IN SCHOOL? idk!!!!!!!! maybe history!
72. DO YOU HAVE ANY SIBLINGS? nup!! im an only child thanK GOD
73. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU BOUGHT? movie tickets to crimes against grindelwald last night!!
74. HOW TALL ARE YOU? i think im like 176cm??
75. CAN YOU COOK? only if i have a recipe! but i can make really good drinks (non alcoholic ofc!!)
76. WHAT ARE THREE THINGS THAT YOU LOVE? rainy weather, good literature, my family
77. WHAT ARE THREE THINGS THAT YOU HATE? hubris, wrath, pococurantism
78. DO YOU HAVE MORE FEMALE FRIENDS OR MORE MALE FRIENDS? female
79. WHAT IS YOUR SEXUAL ORIENTATION? ?????????? who knows
80. WHERE DO YOU CURRENTLY LIVE? australia!!
81. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TEXTED? my group chat
82. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED? my birthday yesterday lol
83. WHO IS YOUR FAVORITE YOUTUBER? dont want youtube tht much anymore tbh
84. DO YOU LIKE TO TAKE SELFIES? nah
85. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE APP? procreate
86. WHAT IS YOUR RELATIONSHIP WITH YOUR PARENT(S) LIKE? incredibly close with both parents but fight with my dad like cats n dogs
87. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE FOREIGN ACCENT? irish or strong strong american or posh english also scottish
88. WHAT IS A PLACE THAT YOU’VE NEVER BEEN TO, BUT YOU WANT TO VISIT? israel, republic of ireland, and so many more places like nksgskbgs i cant list them also all the nordic countries
89. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE NUMBER? 3
90. CAN YOU JUGGLE? no
91. ARE YOU RELIGIOUS? nah
92. DO YOU FIND OUTER SPACE OF THE DEEP OCEAN TO BE MORE INTERESTING? both!!!!!!
93. DO YOU CONSIDER YOURSELF TO BE A DAREDEVIL? daring in terms of i like to do things that could potentially kill me for the adrenaline rush but not daring in terms of introducing myself to other ppl lol
94. ARE YOU ALLERGIC TO ANYTHING? nah thank GOD
95. CAN YOU CURL YOUR TONGUE? oui
96. CAN YOU WIGGLE YOUR EARS? non
97. HOW OFTEN DO YOU ADMIT THAT YOU WERE WRONG ABOUT SOMETHING? ill happily admit i’m wrong provided the other person wasnt a douchebag about it but even then ill admit im wrong! aint no shame in recognising ur wrong ma dude
98. DO YOU PREFER THE FOREST OR THE BEACH? dont like the beach but i love the sea?? so forest i guess bc i dont like sand
99. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE PIECE OF ADVICE THAT ANYONE HAS EVER GIVEN YOU? "two things stand like stone, kindness in another’s trouble, courage in your own” - adam lindsay gordon
100. ARE YOU A GOOD LIAR? an excellent one, but i dislike lying and value honesty so!!
101. WHAT IS YOUR HOGWARTS HOUSE? ssssss slytherin!
102. DO YOU TALK TO YOURSELF? ya
103. ARE YOU AN INTROVERT OR AN EXTROVERT? cop out answer here but it depends on the situation
104. DO YOU KEEP A JOURNAL/DIARY? yes
105. DO YOU BELIEVE IN SECOND CHANCES? depends
106. IF YOU FOUND A WALLET FULL OF MONEY ON THE GROUND, WHAT WOULD YOU DO? try and find the owner and track em down but if i cant ill hand it in to the place where it was lost
107. DO YOU BELIEVE THAT PEOPLE ARE CAPABLE OF CHANGE? yes
108. ARE YOU TICKLISH? yes
109. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN ON A PLANE? yes
110. DO YOU HAVE ANY PIERCINGS? ears but theyre closed up!!
111. WHAT FICTIONAL CHARACTER DO YOU WISH WAS REAL? thorin oakenshield
112. DO YOU HAVE ANY TATTOOS? nah
113. WHAT IS THE BEST DECISION THAT YOU’VE MADE IN YOUR LIFE SO FAR? ? idk man
114. DO YOU BELIEVE IN KARMA? no, too many bad people are living good lives right now
115. DO YOU WEAR GLASSES OR CONTACTS? nope! perfect vision here my dude!
116. DO YOU WANT CHILDREN? in the future i want 1 child only
117. WHO IS THE SMARTEST PERSON YOU KNOW? my little cousin
118. WHAT IS YOUR MOST EMBARRASSING MEMORY? a Lot
119. HAVE YOU EVER PULLED AN ALL-NIGHTER? a few times only, but i value sleep
120. WHAT COLOR ARE MOST OF YOU CLOTHES? black and green
121. DO YOU LIKE ADVENTURES? hell ya !
122. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN ON TV? audience member for the xfactor!
123. HOW OLD ARE YOU? 17
124. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE QUOTE? “so comes snow after fire, and even dragons have their endings.” -tolkien OR “always seek the giant.”
125. DO YOU PREFER SWEET OR SAVORY FOODS? savoury
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Title: Broken Bonds [Chapter V]
Previous chapters: Chapter I, Chapter II, Chapter III, Chapter IV
AO3
Characters:
OC, Libertus Ostium, Cor Leonis, Luche Lazarus (mentioned), Titus Drautos | Glauca (mentioned), Nyx Ulric (mentioned), Gladiolus Amicitia, Crowe Altius (mentioned), Iris Amicitia, Prompto, Ignis
Warning:
SFW. probably minor Comrades spoilers
Notes
This chapter was the end of me. It had to be written because it’s major point for the next chapter, and there are a lot of things that had to be said, but half way through it my idea slightly changed and I literary deleted a page worth of writing and rewrote it. ANYWAY. I hope you enjoy reading it more than I enjoyed writing it, next one will be 100% NSFW
Tagging: @birdsandivory (PERFECT) @yourcoolfriendwithallthecandy (some Nyx/Luna hint because I know you will love it) @jojopitcher (HOW DO YOU WRITE HAPPY) @fromunseeliecourt @xanxusthot @lazarustrashpit @littlestfangirl
As soon as Ada heard the Marshal is back Ada went to pay him a visit. The past two days have been rather refreshing. She still had nightmares and trouble sleeping but it wasn’t as bad, at least she wasn’t waking up freaking out and needing to scream. The prince’s retainers have helped a lot in that as well. She spent a lot of time training with Gladio and Prompto which made her feel as if she had friends again. Libertus of course was also around but officially or not he had become the head of the Kingsglaive, or whatever was left of them, he had far less time to just sit around and practice.
The Marshal wasn’t in his office and while waiting for him Ada went through her phone’s text messages. Ever since her phone was back to life she was avoiding to look at it afraid that remembering the life she had before will send her back into that terrible abyss she has been living in for the past months. On the other hand, facing your fears was how you fought them and she had convinced herself to do so.
She started going through her messages with Crowe. The last message they exchanged was before Crowe had left for her last mission.
Crowe: I have the feeling I will hate that mission.
Ada: ??
Crowe: Cannot send you details over phone, talk with Nyx or Libertus, but I feel like they should have send somebody else.
Ada: You will be there and back in no time!
That was the last time she spoke with her and it felt a bit strange. Knowing what she knew now, she wished there was a way to prevent everything from happening. Credit where was due the captain knew his people. He must have known that Crowe would never betray the crown so it was easy to get rid of her before everything started. Ada scrolled a bit up and there was a picture of Libertus which Crowe had send her. He was drunk sleeping on a table, she saved the picture on her phone to show it to Libertus or use it against him depending on the circumstances.
Next were her messages with Nyx.
Nyx: Don’t tell that to anyone, but the princess is hot!
Ada: aren’t you supposed to guard her?
Nyx: I’m, it involves keeping my eyes on her. All. The. Time.
Ada: She is almost married you know?
Nyx: A minor formality. She is coming ttyl.
Ada wondered if the princess would have felt the same way about Nyx and she decided the answer was yes. Why not, he was handsome, well-mannered when he wanted to be and she had seen him how he threats ladies so if things had developed differently the young prince might have had some competition.
Reading these messages felt bitter sweet but also strange. She felt as if it wasn’t her writing them. She felt she was a different person now, less naïve and sadder. She could remember the feelings associated with them. Laughing so laud when Nyx told her about the princess and looking forward to see how his crush will develop. It all seemed so innocent and turned out so wrong.
The last group of messages was from Luche. Her attention was caught by the last message. ‘Call me when you wake up. We can talk again without fighting and maybe leave for Galahd. I hope your head is okay.’ The message was send on the day the treaty was supposed to be signed and probably couple of hours before the king was killed. Eben weirder according to her phone she had read the message before, but she had absolutely no recollection of doing so.
Ada scrolled very quick through the other messages in case it was an old message that due to a glitch had switched dates, but it wasn’t. It didn’t even make sense to be considering the context. She checked the message two more times as if the words will magically change.
The fact that the message was read was the easiest part to explain. Probably as she was coming to her senses, reached for her phone and marked the message as read not entirely sure what she was doing. Between waking up and finding her way out of the city she had massive memory gaps so marking something as read or even reading it and forgetting about it wasn’t surprising.
The message itself. Assuming it wasn’t a phone bug and the chronology of the message was right, which seemed correct…he knew she was alive. He didn’t fail to kill her, he didn’t make a mistake. He knew she was alive. He left her alive. Ada could feel anger growing in her which was new. So far, she had felt only regret and pain towards him, but the anger that she was feeling now made her feel sorry for the fact he had died, since she wanted to personally set him on fire now.
“I hope your head is okay.” She read it aloud, almost shouting. “It hurt for a month you tonberry shit!”
“I have been called worse.” A familiar voice came from behind her and Ada’s heart skipped a beat. She turned around to see the Marshal just walking in the hotel.
“I meant the phone. The person in my phone.” She was angry and trying to cover that anger lead her brain to completely switch off and act like an idiot.
To his credit Cor wasn’t laughing or anything but she could see it in his eyes. He was enjoying that internally.
“Can we start again?” she sighed deciding that is easy than to explain what she meant by ‘person in my phone’.
Now he finally smiled and made hand gesture inviting her to follow him to his office.
“How was your trip?” she started with casual conversation since her mind was still screaming for Luche’s skin and it wasn’t in the romantic way.
“I thought I have a trace on the prince but was nothing.” Finding the prince has turned something like an obsession for Cor. He was gone and they all expected he should literary pop somewhere, but it has been months now and there was no trace of him.
“I’m sorry.” She realized how pathetic that sounded only after she said it. Ada had decided that there will be no more of that regret business, or at least not to the level she had dragged herself.
“We will find him sooner or later, I’d rather have it sooner.” He sat on his chair and pointed toward another chair for her but Ada just shook her head. She needed to stand.
“I actually came to thank you. You have been very kind to me and you have no reason to be so toward a glaive.” She absolutely didn’t want to be here talk about that. All she needed was to be outside of the city walls killing something.
“I told you my trust towards the glaive is work in progress. You, Libertus and few others have helped this place a lot for a very short period of time. I’m still having some doubts regarding using the glaive, but can also admit that some glaives deserve my trust.”
“Still, you gave me sound advice that I am trying to follow as best as I can, and you did set me up to meet Gladio and the rest which was actually very positive experience.” Even if she knew that probably she will never have such close friendship as she used to have, it was nice to be able to relax with someone and talk about all kind of irrelevant things.
“I’m glad it worked.” He gave her a brief smile and she realized just now that it wasn’t often to see him smile. His face usually lacked expression, it was always his eyes that betrayed his thoughts and feelings.
“I actually wanted to ask something else. Can we open a restaurant in Lestallum?”
“A restaurant?” he seemed confused.
“One of the prince’s retainers can save the world with his food” Just remembering Ignis’ food made her hungry.
“Ignis.” He remarked.
“Yes. You said it’s all about rebuilding the kingdom and I know big part of it is finding the prince but we lack a prince right now so…restaurants and bars are normal places where people relax. If we are to rebuilt we need to go back to ‘normal’ whatever normal might mean in the current situation.” Interesting talking with him about what could be done for Lestallum and what they could work for made her anger ease a bit. Her thoughts were still all over the place, but looking forward to something seemed to be the key.
“As much as I agree with what you are saying, we are still low on power and there are at least ten outposts which I would like powered by the end of the week.”
“Fine I will do it.” She didn’t even think about it when she answered.
Cor didn’t answer at first just stared at her for a while probably trying to figure out if she was insane.
“Few days ago, you barely stood on your feet, now you want to lit half the continent over a restaurant.” His eyes narrowed as if he was looking or some sort of trick.
“First of all, it’s very good food, best I ever had, second what do you want me to do? I am most useful outside the walls, the kingsglaive have fought more battles than almost anyone around, not counting you.” Ada almost felt like her old self, confident, knowing what she wanted and finding ways to get there.
The Marshal didn’t answer immediately he thought for a while. She wondered why was so hard for him to make a decision, it wasn’t even that she was asking him to look for the prince, she knew that was off limit for glaives.
“You take care of all these outposts by the end of the week, plus additional power to be able to light the restaurant.” He finally said.
“Deal.” She eagerly agreed.
“Would you like to have dinner with me tomorrow night?” his question caught her off guard, not just because of its content but because it was related to nothing they talked about.
“Dinner?” Ada repeated. “With you? Dinner like date?” only when she said the word date she realized that was a bit too presumptuous.
“Yes, a date.” He laughed which didn’t make her feel any better about the whole situation. What do you say when the Marshal asks you on a date?
“Can I think about it?” That probably wasn’t the right answer, but…what the hell?
“Of course, you can. It’s fine you want to say no, I won’t take it personal.”
“Right.” Part of her wanted to say yes, just right here on the spot, no thinking needed, but at the back of her head there was a little voice screaming that it’s terrible idea and in fact she should just pack her things and leave.
She found Libertus helping Iris unload some delivery that group of hunters have found. Ada gave them a hand, she was kind of hoping she can get fist dips on whatever was in the boxes before half of Lestallum comes here to claim whatever they liked.
“Have some good news.” She said grabbing one of the boxes. “You remember how we spoke about helping Ignis open a restaurant?” Iris nodded, Ada could already see the excitement in her eyes. “Well, the Marshal said yes.”
“We have to tell Iggy!” Iris jumped and almost dropped the box she was carrying.
“Well, the Marshal had couple of conditions that I need to take care of, and I will probably need help from your brother, but by the end of the week things might be in motion.”
“What did Cor ask for?” Iris wasn’t moving boxes anymore she was way too excited.
“He is worried something non-essential as a restaurant might be bad for the power supply and naturally he doesn’t want to do it if that would mean less outposts so…” she was still fighting the urge to leave all that and just disappear.
“I can help you!” Iris volunteered but Ada shook her head.
“Your brother is already giving me trouble for training you. He is worried that next thing you will run after me on hunts. I had to swear in everything that exists on this star that it is for self-protection, and he approved of that. I’m not getting on your brother’s bad side.” Gladio was good brother of course he didn’t want his sister to get hurt hence the self-protection part had won him over since he didn’t have the time to do it himself.
The girl was disappointed, but Gladio or no, Ada wouldn’t have taken her anyway. She was way stronger than she looked and Ada didn’t doubt she would be able to stand her ground in a fight, but Iris reminded her of herself, before joining the Kingsglaive, and consciously or not she wanted to protect her from everything the world outside could throw at her.
‘Just like Crowe did with me when I first joined the Glaive.’ That thought made her suddenly feel very lonely.
When they finished unloading the boxes Ada and Libertus went through them like children when given their birthday presents. Being with the Glaive was like having siblings, but a lot of siblings, many of which are not afraid to elbow you in the face in order to get something that was supposed to be for ‘everybody’. Mastering the skill of being fast and first when you wanted something was essential. They both found clothes and other items that wanted and Iris was kind enough to give them huge discount, which was lucky for Ada since money wasn’t somethings he had.
“Help me hang these.” She had managed to find a long piece of fabric which could be used as curtain. It was going to make her so called apartment a bit nicer and wouldn’t look like a box.
“I love what you have done with the place.” Libertus joked as he walked in her mostly empty accommodations.
“I’m trying.” She smiled but thought that this apartment reflected her own mental state very fittingly. It was gloomy and empty, and now these ‘curtains’ were going to be the first item making it a bit homier, but there was still long way to go.
After they were done with the curtains she asked him to stay.
“Have to tell you something. I think the Marshal asked me out.” She didn’t really look him in the eyes because she was still conflicted if she was happy about it or honestly terrified. Probably both.
“He what?” Libertus shouted very loud and Ada made a sign with finger to lower his voice. “He what?” he repeated a bit quieter.
“When I asked him about the restaurant and all, at the end he asked me if I want to have dinner with him.” She was excited, she was very excited but why by the Astrals she wasn’t happy.
“And you said…”
“I said I will think about it.” She looked at him with apologetic face.
“Why? What’s wrong with him?” Libertus was staring at her as if she had lost her mind, which probably she did.
“It’s not him. He is perfect.” Ada stopped for a second realizing what she said, but he was perfect. “It’s me. Why me? There are so many other women. And…I’m scared.”
“Stop right there.” Libertus sounded as serious as he could. “Look at yourself. Have you seen that face? The hair, the eyes…you are cute. He is not blind. You happen to be also a decent human being even if you forget about that very often. Tell him yes. Don’t be scared, scared of what? He won’t leave you for death on his floor.”
“There is something else. Something that threw me overboard before he even asked me.” Ada pulled her phone and showed him the message she found from Luche. “I was going through old pictures and messages today and found that. It said it was read but I don’t remember reading it. That doesn’t bother me, it bothers me the fact that he actually didn’t want to kill me.”
“So, what? That doesn’t redeem him.” Libertus was getting angry and she thought it probably wasn’t so wise to show him that, but he was her only friend here. Close friend.
“It’s not that. There isn’t a thing that could redeem him and I have not forgiven him what he did…it was so much easier to hate him when I thought he betrayed everything, myself included. I spent one year feeling guilty because I couldn’t stop him, because I couldn’t prevent Crowe’s death…I felt guilty that I was alive, but now I feel guilty because it was some misguided mercy that kept me alive. He could have shown mercy to Crowe and a lot of other people who deserve it more than I do.”
“Ada, you should stop.” Libertus grabbed her hand. “The only people who deserve to be dead are Luche, the captain and everyone else who followed them. You made the right choice.” Libertus was emphasizing on every word as if she was a little child not fully understanding.
“I know. And I don’t. I had started getting better and that message just…I want to move on but how do I move on?” she was back to square one, lost.
“By going out with the Marshal.” Libertus chuckled. “Come on, you don’t need to marry him, it’s just one night of eating and drinking. In my opinion your dating history is terrible so that would be an improvement.”
Ada punched his shoulder teasingly and laughed.
“So about the Marshal…do you like him? I mean he is totally your type. Handsome, position of command, jawline….” Libertus was chuckling.
“I guess.” That was complicated question. “He has been kind to me even if he has no reason to be. Plus, he is a very attractive man.”
“And the chance of him killing you because you refuse to join his treacherous plot is zero.” He was still laughing.
“Thank you, Libertus, I will have that in mind.” She laughed with him.
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Obsessed || Joe Sugg
summary: where things between you and joe heat up
word count: 1k+
a/n: part two???? hmmmm,, also ive never rly written anything smut related (theres barely any in this) so im just getting used to it sorry if this isn’t up to par x
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He was just a friend of a friend, for the most part anyway. Casual encounters at parties, or nights out in the many clubs their circle of friends ventured to. It was always small jokes and the occasional innuendo, never anything more. Everything you knew about him came from other people, because in all honesty, he was quite impossible to read. He could be broody, lighthearted, and anywhere in between within the span of an hour. With Joe, you never knew what to expect. He was dubbed a mystery in your mind. But that was the fun in it. Trying to piece together the most minuscule bits of him was exhilarating.
As weeks turned to months, you found yourself thirsting for his presence. You jumped at any opportunity for even a few short minutes around him. Whether it be to watch the Maynards, who had introduced you to him in the first place, make an appearance in one of his videos, or a quick bite to eat where you tagged along, a day in the park —anything. You kept your curiosity hidden behind your smirks as best as humanly possible. But still, you were worried you were becoming obsessed with what secrets were held behind those blue eyes. I mean, who wouldn’t?
As time went on, the two of you began spending so much time around each other that a real bond was beginning to form. Although you were still more than intrigued by him, he was becoming a friend of your own in the process. You no longer needed a middle man to make plans. The excess company was no longer necessary. Even with the comfort that came with a friendship, you still walked on eggshells around him. One wrong move could potentially ruin it all, and it was a risk you weren’t willing to take. The friendship, as fulfilling as it possibly could be, wasn’t what you craved. You were positive he hadn’t ever looked you in that way, and it was a torturous reality you had to face. Having him in your life as just a friend was better than not having him in your life at all.
You knew Joe and Jack had plans that afternoon to film something together, another one of Joe’s outrageous ideas that somehow worked. As terribly as you wanted to invite yourself over, you stayed cozy in your bed, intertwined with blankets, listening to the soft hum of the television all morning. You couldn’t make your fascination any more noticeable than you already had, making plans had to be on Joe’s term from then on.
Mid afternoon, the familiar buzz of your phone went off on your nightstand.
Joe: Can you come over to Jack’s? It's important.
Confused, you quickly replied, agreeing to his request. It wouldn't have been an usual text if he had given some context, which he almost always did. Nonetheless, fifteen minutes later you were out the door.
The ride was under 10 minutes. You admired the scenery of your favorite city as the driver tried to make small talk. You thanked him before paying your fare, and walking towards the familiar building.
You had hardly knocked on the door when it swung open to reveal Joe, with a grin on his face.
“You good? Where's Jack?” You asked, adjusting the fabric of your shirt.
“He wanted to shower really quick before we started, and I thought some company would be nice,” he replied.
“I thought something happened!” You said, playfully hitting his arm. “You said it was important.” You walked a few paces in front of him, heading towards the couch.
“My loneliness is important, Y/N, and I knew you'd jump at the chance.”
Stopping in your place, you felt your heart drop into the pit of your stomach. What the hell was he on about?
Spinning around, you locked eyes. But before you could get another word out, you were backed up against a wall, his arms pressed against it.
“I know what you’re up to,” he murmured, his breath hot against the edges of your neck. “I know what you’ve been up to all this time.”
Flustered, you played the innocent card. “I don’t know what you mean, Joe,” you replied shyly.
He let out a small laugh. You watched intently as he parted his lips, gliding his tongue over his front teeth. Electrifying every sensation throughout your body, he pressed your figure further against the wall. His fingers playfully traced the curve of your hip.
“I see the glances you think I don’t, I’ve always seen them, you’ve never been very careful, Y/N. I don’t mind them though,” he whispered.
You heard the water from the bathroom come to a halt, signaling Jack would be out in no time.
“So what if I have?”
“Like I said, I don't mind. Just wish you'd stop being such a tease,” he whimpered. His hands were making their way under your shirt, the warmth of his palms dancing around your skin. “I know you want to.”
You peered around the corner, anticipating Jack’s arrival at any second. “Not here, Jack’s gonna be out any minute.”
He was lightly sucking on the skin above your collarbone as you try to withhold a small moan. “Joe,”
“Y/N…” he mocked, “come on, we can tell Jack we have to run to the store or something.”
“We can't,” you protested.
Why after all this time did he have to start something now? At Jack’s of all places, he really couldn't have initiated it any other time?
The knob to the bathroom door turned, and you jumped out from underneath Joe, trying desperately to fiddle with your hair to cover up whatever remnants was appearing on your neck and chest.
The first thing that came from Jack’s mouth was, “Y/N’s here?”
You shot him a friendly smile, waving. “Hi, sorry. Joe just texted me he needed help with something.”
“Alright, let me just get changed and we can start filming,” Jack added.
You and Joe nodded in unison as he sneakily placed his hand on the center of your ass. He pressed his face close to yours before whispering “just so you know, we’re finishing that later.”
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• sometimes i lose threads and if i do, all you need to do is gently poke me and ask if i still have it. i will not but upset with that.
• i do, however, get upset and anxious when people are extremely rude about threads being too slow or lost. if you are rude, i will immediately drop whatever we have going and probably unfollow or block you depending on what the situation is. as stated above, this is a hate/drama free zone.
vi. even if we’ve never interacted, feel free to send me m e m e s at anytime. the only thing i ask that you DO NOT send are shippy memes if we’ve not discussed shipping before. this rule does not apply, however, if i know you from another account and we always ship. lbr, i’m trash like that.
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