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dangermousie · 8 months

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Let's meet my favorite kdrama cursed prince - Muhyul as portrayed by Song Il Gook in The Kingdom of the Winds

Or more specifically, this very long-ass post is my attempt to convince people to watch this ridiculously underrated 2008 sageuk.

Why? Is it politics? Complicated families, cursed destinies, battles, or more hurt/comfort than you can want? Nope, none of these. I have my priorities straight and it's official. Muhyul/Yeon is one of my favorite period OTPs.

Take one Cursed Prince (who does not know he is one, and is brought up as a slave), add in one capable Enemy Princess who saves his life, add in ninjas (yes I know ninjas are Japanese but I have no idea what the Korean equivalent term is and I am too lazy to type in secret assassins every time), poisonings, intrigues, and a lot of hurt/comfort and we are set!

Once upon a time, there lived a man named Muhyul. He was only a slave but what he did not know was that he was actually a Prince who was given away by his family at birth because he was cursed to kill his whole family, people he loved, and to top it off, to destroy his country. Despite it all, he was still super-hot.

In the enemy nation of Buyeo, there lived a Princess named Yeon, who was ladylike, kind, a skilled healer....also a deadly ninja.

Point 1: Heal captured slaves from torture. One day they might be the Crown Prince.

Muhyul first sees Yeon after he has been horrendously tortured by Buyeo troops. He opens his eyes to see a heavenly vision quite competently stitching him up, so to speak. It is love at first sight for Muhyul. And who could blame him. He knows that with the director's troubling penchant for h/c, he will need a hottie healer around.

Point 2: "Heal a hottie and he is yours for life"

Muhyul spends some free time drawing her portrait. Without knowing who she is or if he will see her again. If the whole slave/assassin/king thing doesn't work out, he can always make money as an artist.

Point 3: "It's not stalking when he's hot!"

Muhyul is on an undercover mission in the enemy country but he forgets everything when he sees Yeon walking by (btw, he assumes she is just a commoner doctor). I love how he sort of stops thinking of anything else at all.

And then he thinks of her at night...

And lo and behond, their paths cross again when she heals a slave in the house he is staying in.

And he introduces himself to her and she is totally mesmerized. Who can blame her, it's freaking Song Il Gook!

And "rescues" her from evil Byueo soldiers. Only, oooops, they were sent by her family as escort and she is piiiiiiiiissed!

"Why did she slap me, whyyyyyy?"

Still, be happy, boy! Despite it all, she bailed you out of jail for assaulting the Royal Guards :)

Awwww, Muhyul doesn't want to leave...

Point 4: You know what makes anything better? Torture and homicidal angst

Did I mention the part where Yeon's Dad runs an Evil Assassin camp where they experiment on slaves with poisons and torture them? You see where this is going? If you do, then you have the mindset of both the writer of this drama and myself.

Muhyul gets captured by them (after losing the only person he ever regarded as family, but that would drag us into plot and this post is about the shippy):

And tortured for a solid year. If he ever marries Yeon, that might make for an awkward family Thanksgiving. "So, how are you, son?" "Well, I almost regained the use of my arms!"

Anyway, Yeon is visiting Daddy and sees some slave being taken out, after they have tried poisons on him. It's Muhyul, so it's Yeon to the rescue! Man, no wonder he loves her - it's self-preservation on his part!

(this shot here is for troubling reasons)

And then Muhyul is drafted by evil assassins (long plotty reason) with the only alternative more torture. The training is psychotic and gets Muhyul near-broken utterly but as a side benefit, makes him even more hot. If now mildly psychotic. As you can probably figure out by the end of the drama he's so hot he's a supernova

Also, as I posted earlier, gorgeous armored men on their knees looking up at their OTP who is teaching them foreign language (because Yeon is an Evil Assassin trainer for daddy) and thinking of the fact that they are a slave and she is a Princess (which is something he found out only in the ninja camp) is pretty high on the list of my favorite things.

Plus, Yeon takes him out for fresh air and exercise that doesn't involve being hung upside down and being ordered to off oneself. Score! She even makes him smile.

This is hitting the cap limit for continuing in part 2 shortly...

ETA: part 2 here:

(99+) Musings of the Obsessive Kind on Tumblr

And part 3:

(99+) Musings of the Obsessive Kind on Tumblr

#kdrama #song il gook #the kingdom of the winds #choi jung won

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broomsticks · 1 year

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@girl-with-goats HELLO COOLEST MOST FANTASTIC SPIDERWOMAN, so bold and daring and so uniquely you — you’re an inspiration. i love how everything you write is so different and yet so very you. eternally jealous of how you can plot and pace the 100k+ fics and you can nail the ~no plot vibes only~ 2k fics and you can write smut and soft and humor and intrigue. alllll the admiration for a multilingual multitalented queen. <3

i love this so muchhhh it shouldnt be legal: Flesh in the fruit • wolfstar • 2k, M. just going to leave my Bookmarker's Tags: Oh My God, Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, get-together, OBSCENE (AFFECTIONATE) :D

such bold and fascinating worldbuilding: Blood in the wine • tomarry • 30k, E. one of my first tomarries! instantly sold me on the ship <3

prim x soulmate trope is my otp: Aurora Nocturna • daphne/charlie • 16k, M. what an unexpected pairing!!

absolutely adore the power couple way you write them: White Supernova • grindeldore • 46k, G. plushie goat!!! plushie goat!!

two households, both alike in dignity Viridescent • draco/ginny • 80k (WIP), E. loved betaing this baby for you.

deLIGHTfully kinky: ivy leaves • remus/lily • 22k, E. the motifs. mmmm.

the way you set my imagination on fire in even your shorter pieces! Silver bird of the night • narlily • 6k, M.

don't wake the stars • andromeda/lily • 3k, T. lovelovelovelove this little rare pair. obsessed over the potential of their story and you bring that out so well.

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for an explanation of why i just wrote you a whole ~thing~, check out this post & the ‘mutuals march’ tag below!

#mutuals march #hp rare pairs #hp femslash #prim tag #hp fics #my fic recs

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helloitsbees · 8 days

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A, E, I, O, and U for the ask

A: Ships that you currently like a lot. (They don’t have to be OTPs because not everyone has OTPs.) Friendships, pairings, threesomes, etc. are allowed.

chainshipping is currently bouncing around my brain like a dvd logo

E: Have you added anything cracky/hilarious to your fandom? If so, what?

a few of my sawposts have blown up on twitter but the thing i'm proudest of is that i was writing a glove kink fic when i got the news that oj simpson died

I: Has Tumblr caused you to stop liking any fandoms, if so, which and why?

uhhhhh steven universe. next question

O: Choose a song at random. Which ship or character does it remind you of?

Red Wine Supernova came up on shuffle and i feel like this is cheating but im gonna say lynnmanda because i named a chapter of one of my fics after it

U: Three favorite characters from three different fandoms, and why they’re your favorites.

adam saw 2004 my poor pathetic drowned rat. grantaire les mis my cringefail besotted cynic. the tenth doctor my nerdass pining dork. are we sensing a pattern here.

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faintingheroine · 1 year

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Nigar/Ibrahim and Hatice/Ibrahim for the ship grading?

Nigar/Ibrahim

A+: OTP

In my “Magnificent Century” tag I have given a billion mostly well-thought-out arguments why I ship them.

But ultimately they are just intellectualizations.

The truth is they are just the sexiest. They are both sexy individuals on their own and together they are just Supernova. The way they look at each other is great. The chemistry is palpable. The last scene of Episode 23 where Ibrahim gets Leo’s letter is better than porn.

The situation and the dynamic is quite disgusting (there is the power imbalance; she is quite obsessed and stalkerish; he asks her husband -who is his friend- to divorce her on their wedding night and makes her his “kept woman”) but the disgustingness and the vulgarity only add to the sexiness.

Unfortunately this legendary chemistry is stuck in a subplot where this attraction is meant to be transient and a signifier of an ego bruise in Ibrahim’s case. But the chemistry is so strong on its own that it defies being a signifier of anything other than itself. Ibrahim was giving Nigar The Look well before Hatice called him a “servant of her family”.

Anyway, I just can’t accept where this subplot ultimately went, even though I do accept that it made sense for the larger story. And that’s why I am so stuck on it.

Hatice/Ibrahim

F: NOTP

I do feel a bit bad giving them an F since there is nothing much ethically objectionable to them. They are certainly much healthier than Nigar/Ibrahim! But their cardinal sin is that they are super boring.

Magnificent Century has plenty of boring romantic subplots featuring two random characters: Aybige and Bali Bey, Mihrimah and Taşlıcalı. Hatice and Ibrahim are the blueprint for these later romances.

Hatice is a deconstructed well-developed old-school Disney princess, she is an Aurora: She is aesthetically very beautiful and pleasant to look at, but has 0 sex appeal in my eyes. A romance featuring her listening to the poems of her beloved with starry eyes is bound to bore me.

But what’s unacceptable is that this is the primary romance of a character like Ibrahim. Ibrahim in the show is a sadistic, morally very dark grey charismatic anti-villain. And his primary romantic arc is reciting love poems and making promises to a Disney Princess? Such a waste! Imagine Mihrimah the Little Sadist was stuck with the upstanding-guy Taşlıcalı to the end, sure it would be much better for her, but it would bore me to tears; and Mihrimah and Taşlıcalı had more chemistry than Ibrahim and Hatice and Mihrimah is ultimately not half as bad as Ibrahim.

Yes I hate this ship because I ship him with Nigar, but I am quite sure that I wouldn’t hate it as much if his romance arc was with Süleyman or Şah Sultan. There is something so unacceptable to me in his “great love” being Hatice.

#magnificent century #muhteşem yüzyıl #nigar x ibrahim #hatice x ibrahim #ship asks #asks

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vespersposts · 2 years

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Do you have opinions on Kuroko?

wanna know!

Hi Anon!

I dont' get if you want a random rumble of mine or if it's a game request, so im gonna do the game adding some extra opinion on Tetsu.

👍Favorite thing about him:

His vision, his stubbornness and his absolute will to free his comrades from the burden of the reputation of the miracle generation. I love how he can really see deep into people's souls and I believe that even if he sometimes makes them suffer, he does it for their own good. He has an enviable ethic and sense of duty.

👎My least favorite thing about him:

As much as I understand why he behaves a certain way with Aomine (who has a monster crush on him anyway), I hate it when he makes Momoi cry by abruptly telling her a remark that could have been reported to her in another way, I hate the fact that he is sometimes skittish with her who is the only one genuinely interested in everyone's well-being. It makes me laugh that he sometimes has an almost seductive attitude towards Aomine, who always falls for it anyway.

🗣Favorite line:

"The possibility of victory is only 0% when all the players give up. No matter how impossible it may seem, I refuse to make it 0% myself."

Oustanding.

🤝 brOTP: Kagami.

🫶 OTP: Aomine, theirs is really a bond full of everything at Teiko, but also afterwards in my opinion. Momoi of course, i deeply think he fancies her a lot but he's on a mission and holds back.

🤌 nOTP: Musakibara, it's just weird

🫣 Random headcanon:

Tetsu seems cold and standoffish in a relationship, but in reality he is neither aloof nor indifferent to his loved one's attentions, he just does not show it. Keeping you on your toes excites him no end.

👩🔧 Unpopular opinion:

Aomine+Kuroko is better than Taiga+Kuroko. Sorry.

👨🎤 A song for him:

" Champagne supernova" by Oasis, a song about struggling in changes and life paths.

🤳 Fav. photo: I love the adult Tetsu but baby Tetsu is sooo cute!

#vreplies #tellvesper #get to know me #tumblr games #vesperwrites #knb #kuroko no basket #the basketball which kuroko plays #knb scenarios #knb kuroko #kuroko tetsuya #kuroko

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therosiearchives · 1 year

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November 24th, 2022

I realize I haven't written in my "journal" in quite some time now. That shall be remedied!

Kind of reigniting my love for Tumblr and all its fandoms and things that really pull me back in; like I was skimming some of my past OTPs and rediscovered my love for Tyler/Caroline in TVD, Emma/Hook in OUAT, Bellamy/Clarke in The 100, and of course Delena 😍 I actually did a YouTube search for every single Tyler/Caroline scene from TVD so I didn't have to rewatch the series, and I'm about to do the same for Damon/Elena. 😜

Today was Thanksgiving. 🦃 We went to Kasey & Wiley's new house for dinner and ughhhhh everything was so gooooood! 🤤 Rowan and his behavior was a tad overwhelming, but my saint of a mom took him to spend the night with her. Isaac and I came home and I've been engulfed in #acotar and #tvd Tumblr threads like a maniac. 🤪

READING: I'm currently 36% into House of Sky and Breath by SJM. I'm fiending for some Hunt/Bryce scenes. 🍆

TV: Watching every scene between Tyler Lockwood/Caroline Forbes in a playlist on YouTube. 🧛🏻‍♀️🐺

MUSIC: some songs I'm loving right now are: "Supernova (ft. Loveless" by Nic D; "Waiting on the Sky to Change (ft. Breaking Benjamin, Judge & Jury)" by STARSET; "Without Me" by Dayseeker; "Anti-Hero," "Maroon," "High Infidelity," and "Would've, Could've, Should've" by Taylor Swift.

Alright, well I'll try not to be a stranger! 👋🏻

#journal #thanksgiving #am reading

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ilmeshka · 3 years

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Today I played "Gartic Phone" in "plagiarism" mode, drew my otp on the NSR, and they immediately messed up the immediately XD

I will be happy, if you support me with a reblog. I'm going to sleep. Good night ;)

1. Its my art (I'm Ilmeshka)

2. Friend's art

#artists on tumblr #otp #digital art #my art #digital #no straight roads #nsr #nsr neon j #nsr djss #dj subatomic supernova #neon j #nsr starship #nsr spaceship #neonnova #djss x neon j #gartic phone

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thisissirius · 3 years

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for my darling @from-nova who wanted domesticity. i hope this is everything you wanted, my love <3 HAPPY BIRTHDAY.

a home is what we make it [ao3 link] eddie/buck, domesticity, fluff fluff and fluff

“Would you sit down?”

Buck grins and drops right into Eddie’s lap. Eddie rolls his eyes, huffing, but rests his hands on Buck’s hips to keep him steady. It’s one of the things he loves best about Eddie; lets Buck do what he wants, but is always there to help and keep Buck safe. Buck wraps his arms around Eddie’s neck, playing with the hairs at the nape of Eddie’s neck.

“What’s got you so worked up?” Eddie asks, lips quirked up into a smile. “You’re very full of energy today.”

“I’m not,” Buck says, hearing a touch of a whine in his voice. “I just missed you.”

It always brings a soft smile onto Eddie’s face, and it does now. Eddie sighs gently, lifting a hand to Buck’s face. He rubs a thumb over Buck’s cheek. “I missed you too. It’s been a day.”

Buck nods, adjusting his hips so that he straddles Eddie’s hips a little better. “I had to go back to my own apartment.”

“Tragic,” Eddie says, and Buck thinks it’s supposed to be mocking, but it sounds as genuine as he hopes. Eddie guides Buck closer, kisses him. “Why do you?”

“Go back to my apartment?” Buck asks, raising his eyebrows. At Eddie’s nod, Buck shuts his mouth, not sure how to answer. He searches Eddie’s face; Eddie looks nervous, a touch hopeful, and soft. “Eddie—”

Eddie lifts his other hand, framing Buck’s face, and drawing him forward. “I’ve been trying to ask for months,” he admits. Then, quieter, “I miss you when you’re not here.”

It takes Buck a moment to be able to talk. He keeps his fingers moving, doesn’t want Eddie to think he’s upset, and slides his fingers up into Eddie’s hair. When he finds his voice, he thinks he sounds strange. “I miss you all the time.”

“Then stay.” Eddie swallows. “You don’t have to say yes—”

“Of course I will,” Buck hurries to say, kissing Eddie a little sloppy. He whines in the back of his throat, eyes slipping closed. “I want to stay.”

“Oh,” Eddie says, and it’s so full of wonder. Buck pulls back, surprised; Eddie seriously thought he’d say no?

Buck presses in for another kiss, then another. “Eddie, I’ll always say yes. Always.”

There’s only a momentary pause, and then Eddie laughs, drags in Buck for a longer, heated kiss. When they part, he touches Buck’s face, as if he can’t stop. “Better not make a promise you can’t keep.”

“I can,” Buck promises. Any question, one he hopes will come in time, and he’ll always answer yes.

Buck hugs Eddie, nose turning into Eddie’s temple. Eddie’s hands move to his back, hold him close. They stay that way, lapsing into a comfortable quiet. Buck’s leg is starting to ache and he shifts, grunting.

“Come on,” Eddie says, helping Buck off his lap. He strokes the cramp out of Buck’s leg, unable to look away from him. They’re both grinning like idiots, and Buck feels happiness bubble up inside of his chest.

“Eddie,” he says, grabbing a fistful of Eddie’s shirt and dragging him in for a kiss. “I love you.”

Eddie’s answer is swallowed by another kiss. When they part, his smile turns soft. “I love you too, Buck.”

Buck hops to his feet, shaking out his bad leg, then hauling Eddie off the couch. “Let’s go to bed.”

“Our bed,” Eddie points out, and just like that, they’re giddy again. They hold hands down the hall, trying not to bang into walls in case they wake Christopher, and when the door closes gently behind them, Buck presses Eddie against it.

“Our bed,” Buck agrees, hands on Eddie’s hips, mouth on Eddie’s mouth.

Eddie tips his head back against the wood, arms around Buck’s neck. Their kiss is intense, Buck pressing closer, hips tight to Eddie’s. Eddie groans into the kiss. “Buck.”

“What?” Buck manages to get out. Eddie doesn’t say anything for a moment, long enough that Buck pulls back, frowning.

“Don’t frown,” Eddie says, rubbing a finger over Buck’s eyebrow. “I just wanted to say, tomorrow, we should take Chris out for the day. Together.”

Heart pounding, Buck stares, not sure what the feeling in his chest is about. “Like a family?”

Eddie nods, eyes bright. “Yeah.”

“I love you,” Buck says, the words bursting out of him. He feels like he wants to cry, shakes his head. “Why do i wanna cry?”

“Because you’re happy?” Eddie laughs, eyes a little wet. “Did you ever think—”

“With you? Hoped,” Buck answers, because he knows what the question is. “I don’t think I’ll ever take anything for granted with you, with Chris.”

Eddie nods, burying his face in Buck’s neck. “A family.”

“A family,” Buck agrees, lets the words settle over them and hugs Eddie tighter; as if the closer they get, the more cemented the idea will be. “I never thought I’d have one.”

“I know,” Eddie says, voice full of emotion. He does know, knows Buck better than he thought anyone could know him. “You do now.”

Buck nods, doesn’t dare speak. He closes his eyes, breathes in the scent of Eddie, and lets ideas of the future stretch out before them.

#buddie #buddie fic #eddie diaz #evan buckley #911 fic #otp: i forgive you #fic by me #my supernova

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meptray2-lbs · 3 years

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trying to make something gay in garrys mod :>

models can be found here: https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=2237343986

#neonnova #djss #nsr djss #dj subatomic supernova #nsr neon j #nsr neon #no straight roads #no straight roads neon j #gay #otp #nsr neonnova

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timaeusterrored · 2 months

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(Sick Again)

There were things Kerry never wanted to hear or see again. Things that made his heart race and his skin crawl with anxiety, that made him feel like his world was falling around him.

On that list was something he was listening too now, V coughing.

His body froze, blood going cold as he listened. For a split second, he didn’t know what to do or think. He thought this was over, that V was better. Vik said the coughing thing was over, that V was getting better.

Kerry heard V groan from upstairs and hauled it to the bathroom, his heart racing. Then it sank into his stomach.

Vax was hunched over the sink, blood dripping from his mouth as he coughed. His knuckles white as he held himself up, spitting another glob into the sink. He was pale, sweat shining on his forehead, his legs seconds away from giving out.

In that moment, they were three years in the past. Vax barely clinging on to life, trying to find a cure while seeking comfort and love from Kerry. Trying to hide himself in the bathroom in the mornings, trying to ease Kerry’s anxiety with smiles and kisses that tasted like Johnny’s cigarettes and copper.

V gagged into the sink, his knees buckled. Kerry didn’t think twice and grabbed him. The coughs wracked through Vax’s body, violent and sending Kerry back three years.

He had to drag Vax to the toilet, where he promptly threw up. Kerry rubbed his back, reminding him to try and breathe. V looked so fragile and pale, panting once he was done.

Kerry sat in silence, his blood ran cold. He found himself praying to whoever that would listen to not take V from him, not again. He couldn’t lose him again.

Vax leaned back against his chest, taking deep breaths. He looked exhausted, like he had been going at this for a while. Kerry didn’t even want to look in the sink at that point, he didn’t want to know, but at the same time he did. He needed to know, and then go and choke out whatever Arasaka doctor that ‘cured’ V if he was doing this three years later. Kerry still had some burning rage in him from that, he could make some Arasaka assholes wish they had never even met V.

“We need to call Vik-“

“No we don’t.” Vax didn’t even let him finish, holding Kerry’s hand against his heart. “We don’t need to call anyone, I’m fine.”

Kerry loved his husband. Vax was his soulmate and his whole world… but goddamnit he’d love nothing more than to knock some sense into him once in a while. He was so scared of freaking people out again he had begun to just suffer in silence.

It made Kerry question how long this had actually been going on…

“We need to call someone.”

“No.”

“Vax. Either I call Vik or I call Judy. And Judy can call Vik. But he’s being called regardless of how I get you to agree.” Bringing Judy into arguments was a bad move, but Vax couldn’t verbally fight them both so this was his best option.

Before Vax could answer, he launched up into the toilet, gripping the sides. His body shook, coughing and gagging. Kerry had to look away, but rubbed his back and talked him through it before he could rest again.

When Vax fell asleep in the bathroom floor after Kerry got him water and a cold rag, the rocker called Vik. What? Did you expect him not too? Hell no, he had to call someone.

Vik was there by the time V woke up, the Fixer livid once he realized who was in his house. Stated he was fine, that there was no reason to call Vik, no reason for alarm. But neither father or husband was having any of it.

Vax was sick, he always would be. Not even the greatest doctors could ever truly fix what the relic did to him, both mentally and physically. His body was worn, in desperate need for rest that V wasn’t giving it. And Kerry knew it would only get worse before it got better.

#cyberpunk 2077 #kerry eurodyne #cyberpunk kerry #cyberpunk v #male v #male v cyberpunk #vax eurodyne #kerry #kerry x v #kerry eurodyne x v #male v x kerry #kerry x male v #v x kerry #EuroV #cyberpunk fanfic #cyberpunk fandom #cyberpunk v x Kerry #otp: supernova #you would not BELIEVE how long this was in my drafts holy shit

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bisexualalexclaremontdiaz · 3 years

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Adrian: Just go the hospital!

Nova: Excuse me, does this look like OUR stab wound?! Stay out of it.

#nova artino #nova mclain #adrian everhart #adrian everhart-westwood #nodrian #otp #ship #incorrect renegades quotes #Renegades #renegades trilogy #archenemies #Supernova

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incorrectnostraightroads · 4 years

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Mayday: Okay, challenge: describe me in three words.

DJSS: Annoying, idiotic, vain.

Yinu: About a five.

Zuke:

Mayday:

Zuke: Energetic, clinging, perfect.

Mayday, happily: Thank you~

#submission #incorrect quotes #incorrect no straight roads quotes #mayday #zuke #bunk bed junction #dj subatomic supernova #yinu #nsr #source: otp prompts #mayzuke #yoshi--kat

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fragilestorm · 3 years

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OC TROPE CHALLENGE + day 1: opposites attract

Tag list: @ocfairygodmother @bravelittleflower @butcherofblackwater @eddysocs @foxesandmagic

#nova craft #vivian clearwater #brotp: I'm glad I got to know you #otp: there was something from the moment we saw eah other #oc trope challenge #oc trope challenge 2021 #occentral #ocappreciation #fyeahharrypotterocs #fyeahharrypotteroc #harry potter oc #ochub #allaboutocs #vinova #fic: supernova

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novannna · 3 years

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I Dare You

based on a pin I saw on pinterest where i use a song and write a story sing every single word. I used I Dare You by Bea Miller to write this fic.

here's the song (:

It takes place mid supernova, when Nova has Danna caught in a jar. She struggles with her guilt for trapping Danna, and questions her loyalties to the Anarchists. This was a bitch to write bc trying to fit lyrics in order is a pain, so please leave likes and reblog!

Wc: 3440

Nova rubbed her eyes, collapsing onto the bed in her and Honey’s room. She groaned, kicked off her shoes and fell backward.

She was so fucking tired of the anarchists. She knew that they had done so much for her, but they expected too much. And she was exhausted. They wanted her to keep the charade up with the Renegades.

And she hated it. She hated having to pretend to love Adrian. She hated having to spend every single second of her day with Adrian, Oscar, and Ruby, getting as close as she could when, in the end she knew she would betray them.

And that was going to make her feel miserable. Even more miserable then she already was.

A flutter of black and orange caught her eye, and Nova pulled herself up.

In her moment of self pitying, she had completely forgotten about her butterfly friend.

That was another thing weighing heavy on her consciousness.

She walked over to the vanity, and picked up the small jar.

“I can remember a time when I was so afraid,” she said to Danna, “maybe the first time I ever felt real, true fear. A man entered my apartment. He killed my mom and dad right in front of me. He killed my sister,” she said with a small sob. “I couldn’t save her. But maybe… maybe if I had tried harder I could have. That was the first time I felt fear. When I went to a place even my shadow wouldn’t follow me.”

Nova slumped down to the floor, and cradled the jar to her chest. “I don’t know why I’m even telling you this.” Nova groaned. “I’m a fucking mess. But I feel like I can talk to you. Is that weird?” She laughed, and shook her head. “I don’t even know if you can hear me.” She looked at the butterfly. It was still for the first time in days. It seemed as if it was looking straight at Nova. She groaned again. “I’m sick of being a tool. I’m sick of being just another step in my uncle’s plan. But they are my family, and I have to help. Don’t I?”

Danna barreled into the wall, then flapped her wings adamantly.

Nova breathed in deeply. “I’m so sorry Danna. I can’t imagine what it must be like in there for you. I- I would hate it. I’m sorry for being an anarchist. I know you wanted to believe in me.”

“Nova!” Honey’s shrill voice yelled. “Get your ass down here! We need you!”

Nova grimaced. “I guess I’m picking up my sword. Thanks for listening, Danna. You actually helped me a lot.” She set the jar back on the vanity, and scattered a few pins over it, making it look like nothing had been disturbed.

And she was struck by an urge to shatter the jar. Let all the pieces scatter, and let Danna free. Then Danna could go tell the Renegades.

And Nova could stop pretending.

She could go back to the person she was before. Before she met Adrian, and Oscar, and Ruby. Before she met Danna.

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“Nova sweetie, what took so long?” Honey asked. She dipped her finger into a jar of honey, and lazily stirred it around.

Nova ignored her, and sat down around the table. “I thought we were done. What else do you need?” She was in a bad mood. A very bad mood. She couldn’t handle Honey and the others right now.

“So snappy,” Honey sniffed. “I thought you wanted to get back at the renegades for killing your family.

“I- of course I do!” Nova said, annoyed.

“Well you're certainly not acting like it. I’m beginning to think you’d rather be with that Everhart boy than us.”

Nova sighed. “Honey, I would never choose Adrian over my family. His parents basically killed them. I am one hundred percent committed.”

“Good.”

Leroy cleared his throat. “The window of time to rescue Ace is closing. We have to act soon. So, we need you to figure out whatever you possibly can about Cragmoor.”

Nova sighed. “You want me to go talk to Adrian.”

They both nodded. “Sorry Nova, I know you just got home.”

“Listen, I want to rescue Ace as much as you guys do, believe me. But give me a break. ‘Cause I… I- .” Nova took a deep breath in, and out. “I’m worth fighting for too.” Honey started, and stared at her in complete shock. “Just for… for..” nova sighed and stared them straight in the eyes. “For once in my life, give me a break. Yes, I know what the Renegades did. But don’t play innocent. I know you’ve manipulated me my entire life. And I let it happen. So just… leave me alone tonight. I have a lot to think about. We can overthrow the Renegades tomorrow, alright?”

Before Honey could respond, Nova stormed upstairs. She threw the window open, and was half-way out before a thought crossed her mind. She ducked back in and put the small jar with the golden butterfly into her pocket.

She pulled herself to the roof, and leapt off. She bounded across the rooftops, until she had reached an old office. She scaled to the roof, and pulled the jar out of her pocket.

“So they can put me in a cage,” she muttered to herself. “Lock me in a room and throw away the key. But they get mad at me when I try to stand up for myself.” She flipped onto her back, and looked at the setting sun. The sky was alight with colors.

“I know you hate me,” she said to the butterfly. “I’ve done terrible things. I hurt you. But I’m not sorry for what I did.” Nove realized she had started to cry. “I dare you to do something else if you had been in my place.”

She sniffed, and wiped her tears away. “I’ll break down the walls trying to keep me down. I’ll be a higher wrecking ball then the Renegades. I’m gonna hurt them the way they hurt me. And I won’t let them tear me down.” No. Oh, Nova would never let them win. Oh, she would never let that happen. They could lock her away at Cragmoor, and throw away the key, but Nova would never stop fighting.

“Danna, I dare you to spend a day in my shoes. Oh, someone like you? So used to freedom and choices? Oh, you wouldn’t last a day. And I won't let you tear me down. No, the Renegades will never best me.” Nova wiped her face again.

She looked at the small insect.

“At least I know the Renegades are bad. The anarchists…” Nova sighed. “They pretend they're so much better, but I know they’re just using me. They don’t actually care about me, just what I can do. I had an opinion, but I never spoke my mind, and I wouldn’t argue, even when I knew I was right. I was too fucking scared of what would happen. What Honey might do. But I’m not that girl anymore. I can stand up for myself. I can say what I want now.” The sun had now fully set, and a speckling of stars covered the sky.

Yeah, Nova had lost almost every battle against Honey and the other Anarchists. She never won an argument so she had stopped trying. But she was determined to win the war.

“I’m worth fighting for, Danna. For- for years of my life, I watched the Renegades abuse me and the Anarchists. And I know that you and Adrian, and the others want me to be good and do the right thing, but that's not gonna happen. I’m not changing who I am because it’ll get me farther in life. So if the Renegades do end up winning, you can put me in a cage, you can lock me in a room and throw away the keys.” She leapt to her feet, and strode around, her mind too crowded to enjoy the starry sky.

“In fact I dare you. I dare you to lock me away, because I’ll break down the walls. I will be a higher wrecking ball. And I won’t let you tear me down, no.” She breathed out heavily. “But I am sick of this guilt I have. Sick of convincing myself I’m doing what needs to be done. I’m fucking sick of having to see you every day, just to be struck by another wave of guilt at seeing you trapped because of me. I’m so sick of being confused and torn between everything.” Nova scooped the jar up, off the ground and held it to her chest.

“I want to throw away the key to my heart, make it so I can never open it. So no one can ever open it. I don’t ever want to give anyone power over me again. Look at what it’s fucking doing to me!” She sobbed, to the butterfly. “I dare you to go to the Renegades. Bring them here, let them catch me.” Nova turned to the edge and screamed, “I am done being the double agent! I am fucking done!” But no one responded. No one cared. Who would?

“I won’t let you tear me down? No what a fucking joke. Danna, you’ve already torn me apart. With guilt. With your hate. With the knowledge that when you’re human again, you'll hate me!” Nova collapsed back onto the hard roof.

“I just keep running, running, running. Trying to find my place in the world, and it always ends back at good vs. evil. Villain vs. hero. Just like you and me. Monarch vs. Nightmare,” Nova spat, still crying. “I’m still fucking trying to find who I was. Am. I don’t know. I would go the distance to find out, but it’s never far enough.”

She held the jar up to eye level, and looked at the delicate golden insect.

Nova knew exactly what she wanted, but she knew that would never happen. She knew what she wanted for once. Yes, she wanted to destroy the Renegades for what they did to her and her family. Yes, she wanted to tell the Anarchists that she was done being their tool. Yes, she wanted to save Ace from his fast approaching death. Yes, she wanted to have it all be over.

But in that moment, the one thing she wanted, wanted more than anything was to see Danna right in front of her. To stop that constant guilt from devouring her. It might mean the end of her freedom, but it was worth it. To see Danna one more time.

“But now, Danna, I'm standing straight and I think I know exactly who I am.” Nova breathed in. She smiled a little and laughed amid her tears.

“My name is Nova Jean Artino. I’m not a Renegade or an Anarchist. I’m just Nova. Yeah, I was raised as an Anarchist. Yeah, I pretended to be a Renegade. But that’s not important. Because I’m Nova, and that’s all that matters.” She carefully unscrewed the top and let the gold insect fly out.

As it disappeared, Nova whispered to herself, “I can remember a time when I was so afraid. I trapped a golden girl in a jar so she wouldn’t hurt me, and by doing that, I hurt her. So now, now I’m terrified she’ll hate me forever.”

Nova sat down on the rooftop, and waited. For what though, she wasn’t quite sure. Common sense told her to run. Run far, and hide. Danna would tell everyone, and she would spend the rest of her life behind bars.

A flicker of orange caught Nova’s eye. A swarm of brilliant monarchs were flying across the night, heading straight for Nova. She sprang to her feet as they cycloned in front of her.

They consolidated into a form still in a Renegades uniform, blonde dreadlocks wild and crazy, brushing against warm brown skin. Danna.

“Nova,” she whispered, before pitching forwards. Right into Nova’s arms.

Nova hugged her tight against her body, and inhaled the scent of flowers. She gently lowered the unconscious girl to the ground, using her leg as a pillow for Danna’s head.

Danna’s eyes flickered open. “Nova…” she croaked.

“Hey Danna,” she replied through a blur of tears. “I’m sorry…”

Danna cut her off by reaching up and cradling Nova’s head. She kissed her firmly, stopping anymore words from leaving Nova’s mouth.

“I wanted to do that from the moment I saw you,” Danna breathed.

Nova sprang to her feet, Danna right behind her.

“Danna, I’m a bad person. You should turn me in. Find a better person to be with,” Nova said softly through tears. “I’m tired of living a lie. Please… just do it already.” She screwed her eyes shut and held out her hands, expecting Danna to handcuff her, or call Adrian and the others.

Instead, warm arms enveloped her.

Nova broke down sobbing, crying into Danna’s shoulder. It wasn’t pretty or cute, it was an ugly cry. Tears and snot ran down her face.

“I’m so so sorry,” she sobbed. “I trapped you. I betrayed you. How are you not mad?”

Danna sighed, and rubbed Nova’s back soothingly. “In the beginning I was. I was so mad that you had been spying on us, using us. I was pissed that I was stuck in swarm mode. But then… I saw how you lived. The way the other anarchists used you, and the way you were manipulated. I know that the Renegades messed up your life a lot, and I understand Nova. I don’t agree with what you did, but I do understand.”

Nova sobs gradually ceased. “You should go. I don’t want to get you in trouble for helping me. Thank you for everything Danna.” She pulled herself away from the warm hug.

“Nova,” Danna said sharply. “You can put me in a cage, or lock me in a room, however much you want.” She inhaled sharply. “You can do whatever you want to try and convince me you're a bad person, but I know the truth.”

Nova turned to look at Danna’s wide brown eyes.

“You can throw away the key to your heart, but you can bet that won’t stop me.” Danna smiled at Nova. “I dare you to let me into your life. Because I'm in love with you. And if you think that we can’t be together because you think you're a villain, then I’ll break down the walls guarding you.” Danna smirked, her soft lips curving into a smile. “I’m a higher wrecking ball, and you can’t stop me. Nova Jean Artino, you are going to have to accept the fact that I love you, and I don’t want you to turn me away because you think you’re a villain. I understand if you don’t want me, but I need you to realize that I want you as who you are, villain or not.”

Nova shook her head. “But what about my uncle? I can’t just let him die, he’s done so much for me. I won’t let you tear me down, away from my goal, and my family. No, oh no. He’s all I have left. ”

“Nova, it's too late for him, but it's not too late for you. Throw away this pointless hope that he can survive this. I agree the renegades need to change, and you are key to that, not him.” Danna reached out to grab Nova’s hand, and pulled them together.

Nova pressed her forehead against Danna’s, their warm skin touching together.

“Nova, I dare you to forget everything. Forget the Anarchists and the Renegades. Forget everything, and just think about me.” Danna smiled at Nova. “Do you want me the way I want you?”

“Yes,” Nova breathed. “Oh, more than anything.”

“Then what are you waiting for? We can leave. Start a new life, just us. Forget renegades and anarchists. There would be no Nightmare and Monarch. Just Nova and Danna.”

“We can’t…”

“Why not? What’s stopping you? Is there anything for you in Gatlon?”

Nova shook her head. “But Ace…”

“He’s already dead. We can’t do anything for him. But we can do something for you. I know how huge this is- asking you to leave everything and start a new life, but I love you Nova Jean Artino, and I never want to see you caught by the Renegades, or used by the Anarchists ever again.” Danna looked straight at Nova. “Will you leave with me?”

“Okay,” Nova said, surprising herself. “Okay,” she repeated with a small laugh. “You’ve been thinking about this for a while.”

Danna’s face darkened. “Everyday when I was in the jar. When I saw the way you were treated, I knew I had to get you out of there.”

“That must have been terrible for you to be stuck in there,” Nova murmured.

“You helped me. Whenever I saw your face, or heard your voice it made me feel better because I knew nothing had happened.”

“You helped me too. I’ve never had anyone I could talk to, but for you it felt like you were listening. And understanding.” Nova shrugged.

“I was. Well not listening exactly, but I did understand. And I wanted to form so I could wrap my arms around you, and kiss you until you were better.”

“You can do that now if you want,” Nova said lightly. “I hear it’s good to practice.”

Danna raised her eyebrow. “Well, we’d better make up for years of missing out then.”

Nova’s face flushed a brilliant shade of red. “You’re not the first person I kissed,” she mumbled.

Danna laughed brightly. “Really? Who else?”

“Narcissa Cronin. The Librarian’s daughter. I don't think you've met her.”

“Interesting. But I still think you need more practice,” Danna grinned, and cupped Nova’s face in her strong hands.

Danna pulled them together, and they kissed.

It was like nothing Nova had ever experienced before. Small fireworks shot through her mind as she wrapped her legs up around Danna’s waist, and they tumbled down to the hard ground.

They didn’t care.

Danna ran her hands through Nova’s choppy hair.

“We should go,” Nova said, breathless. “If we really want to leave.”

“Yeah,” Danna said, equally out of breath. She tucked a loose piece of hair behind Nova’s ear. “We should.”

She reached up and pulled Nova back down, Nova straddling her hips and leaned down over Danna again, her hair a thick curtain.

“You’re beautiful Star,” Danna said thickly.

“You too, lepidoptera,” Nova chuckled. She leaned back up.

“Oh stop it.” Danna pretended to glare at Nova, and leaned back up.

“Never.” Nova smirked. “So you really want to leave? We can’t come back. This is a forever decision,” Nova said, her expression souring.

“Nova, I want you to be my forever,” Danna said, rubbing Nova’s hand. “I love you, and I’d give up the world for you.” She stood, and offered a hand to Nova, which Nova accepted.

“I love you too, but I don’t want you to throw your life away.”

“I’m not throwing it away if it's with you. I’m just making it better.”

Nova went up on her tiptoes, and brushed a kiss against Danna’s chin. “I want to leave Gatlon forever and never look back.”

“Me too.”

“Ready then?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be.”

Danna burst into her swarm, and followed Nova closely as she made her way down the old building.

She solidified, and together the two of them walked through the city, hand in hand.

Nova thought back to the Anarchists, the way she was just leaving them. They would not last long without her. But Leroy was smart, and they knew how to survive.

“Thinking about the others?” Danna asked. “I know I don’t like the idea of leaving our team by themselves, but I’d rather you be safe.” Danna squeezed her hand reassuringly. “They’ll be okay.”

“I hope so,” Nova responded, thinking about the Anarchists not the Renegades.

As they walked past the cathedral ruins, Nova whispered, “I won’t let you tear me down, Uncle. You did what you could to mold me to become your perfect soldier, but now I'm becoming my own person. And I say no more heroes and villains. Just me and Danna forever.” She looked back at the tall girl and smiled. “She feels better than revenge will ever feel. And I want her to be my forever.”

Together, hand in hand the couple left the city, and never returned.

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