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gotnofucks · 4 years

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MARVEL

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Steve Rogers

One-Shots

Choose : Steve realizes he can’t let you go when you’re stuck in a safe house with him (dark!steve x reader)

Ball's In Your Court : Steve and Y/n have been playing games for years. But now that Rogers is acting like a little bitch, Y/n throws him a curve ball that will either make them or break them.

Pot of Gold : You went broke and bet your pussy.

Special Training : Steve takes special interest in your training (dark!Steve x Reader)

Nectar: Steve's waited a long time to have you again after the birth of your daughter. (soft!dark King Steve x Reader)

Their Poison : A billionaire, a sorcerer and a soldier walk into a bar. Their only poison of choice is you. (Dark!Steve x dark!Tony x dark!Stephen x reader)

The Airport Cliché : You make sure your love story has the necessary cliché to make it legit.

No One's Bitch: If Steve thought you'll bend to his will, he was dead wrong. This kitty has some claws (dark!Steve x Reader)

Bartered: You were his, despite wearing another man's ring on your hand. (Dark!Steve x Reader)

Renewing Vows: Steve reminds you of your promises as his wife. (Dark!Steve x Reader)

Colour Me Red: Your boss is chasing you like the proverbial hound of hell, and one vibrant shade of red is going to be his undoing, and yours.

Midnight Adventures: He thinks you’re trying to escape him, even though he’d made it clear who you belong to. Though the truth is far more innocuous than that. (soft!dark Steve x Reader)

Lover's Quarrel: You have the powers to resurrect if you’ve been murdered, and a jealous Steve Rogers indulges heavily in your abilities. He would not let you steal his best friend, that was for sure. So what, if your rivalry regularly caused fire and harm to public property? You just couldn’t let the other win.

The Journey to Daddy: Five times you call Steve 'daddy', and one time he asks you to.

In Mind and Heart : When your former supersoldier lover shows up at your door a year later, the last thing you expect him to do is ask for another fuck. You let in him because of friendship, and he refused to let you go because of love. This was not how it was supposed to go. (Soft!dark Steve x Reader)

Murder at the Whorehouse : When Sergeant Barnes assigns you a murder case at the brothel, you didn’t know you’d cross paths with Steve Rogers who was a bigger mystery than the case itself. (Ft. Stucky x Reader)

Series

At His Alter: You fall in love with a man already belonging to someone else. (Priest!Steve)

Condemned To Him: It’s hard to love someone you were meant to hate. But Steve doesn’t care, and he will have your love no matter how much you deny it. (soft!dark!Steve x Reader)

Happily Ever After : Steve won't take no for an answer (dark!Steve x Reader)

Happily Ever After-2 : You are welcomed in your new life, as the bride of Steve Rogers (dark!Steve x Reader)

Drabbles/Blurbs/Headcanons

Post Traumatic Fuck Fest (Steve Rogers)

Please Hurt me (Mob!Steve Rogers)

Peeping Tom (Steve Rogers)

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Bucky Barnes

One-Shots

Madness, Thy name is Barnes: You and Bucky put on a show for the team

Night Ritual : You and Bucky have a night time ritual

Lovely Shade of Green : Jealousy is a very good look on your boyfriend

Fallen Together : Bucky and you spend a winter morning in each other's arms

Hide-And-Eat : Nothing stops Bucky when he's hungry for you.

Gluttony is a Sin : You and Bucky put a little something extra in your food and Sam learns Gluttony is a sin for a reason

Promised to Him : You return back to your town after years, hoping to start anew. But faces of the past reappear, set to fulfill promises you had made years ago. (dark!Biker!Bucky x Reader)

To the beat of sin : In the heat of music, you do something that makes Bucky mad. He reminds you of who you belong you, but you have a lesson for him too. (rockstar!Bucky x rockstar!reader)

The Second Coming: You were about to marry the love of your life. You were ready to be happy and determined to be a good wife. But then he returned. Your past came into your life to remind you that he would never let you go, and there is little you could do to stop him. (Royal AU) (dark!Bucky x Reader, ft. Peter Parker)

A Sack of Skin: You had thought burying him would have rid you of him. But he came back to haunt you in the worst way possible. (Dark! Ghost!Bucky x Reader, Possessed!Steve x Reader)

Drabbles/Blurbs/Headcanons

A love there is no cure for (WS Bucky)

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Steve x Reader x Bucky

One-Shots

Going Against Nature : Steve and Bucky would change the laws of nature if that’s what would take to make you theirs. or: Steve and Bucky don’t like it when you smell like Peter Parker. (dark!alpha!Steve x reader, dark!alpha!Bucky x reader) A/B/O

Meet the Parents : You're daddies little girl and Peter wants to take you out (featuring Peter Parker)

Murder at the Whorehouse : When Sergeant Barnes assigns you a murder case at the brothel, you didn’t know you’d cross paths with Steve Rogers who was a bigger mystery than the case itself.

Series

•Master of His Own Fate: As far as Bucky knew, fate would not decide who you belong to. Very twisted dark soulmate AU. (dark!Bucky x Reader, dark!Steve x Reader)

Master of His Own Fate-2

•Their Surrogate : When Steve and Bucky ask you to be the surrogate mother for their child, you couldn’t say no. (dark!Steve x Reader, dark!Bucky x Reader)

Their Surrogate - 2 Their Surrogate-3 (completed)

Drabbles/Blurbs/Headcanons

Bound and Blindfolded (Stucky x Reader)

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Stephen Strange

Congruence : Stephen and Loki want you. You are confused. Wong is an angsty person. (featuring Loki)

Their Poison : A billionaire, a sorcerer and a soldier walk into a bar. Their only poison of choice is you. (Dark!Steve x dark!Tony x dark!Stephen x reader)

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Loki

Congruence : Stephen and Loki want you. You are confused. Wong is an angsty person. (featuring Stephen Strange)

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Tony Stark

Series

•My Little Girl: Prince Tony hunts you on the royal hunting trip (dark!Tony Stark x reader)

My Little Girl - 2: Prince Tony has taken you, but keeping you proves more difficult that he imagined. (dark!Tony Stark x reader, slight dark!Steve x reader)

My Little Girl-3

One-Shots

Their Poison : A billionaire, a sorcerer and a soldier walk into a bar. Their only poison of choice is you. (Dark!Steve x dark!Tony x dark!Stephen x reader)

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Peter Parker

Protected : How were you to know who's a monster, who's a savior when they all hide behind a mask (dark!Peter x reader)

Meet the Parents : You're daddies little girl and Peter wants to take you out (featuring Stucky)

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SamBucky

Parts of Whole: Steve would see his OTP's ship sail, even from across the grave (ft. Steve Rogers)

Sam Wilson

To Sin in Love: You're forced to choose between the man who owns your heart and the one who owns your soul. (Ft. Lucifer)

RANSOM DRYSDALE

One-Shots

One Day : Ransom meets sub!reader but she won’t kneel for him

Thirty One Days : Ransom and you are on a month-long challenge. Who will win and what are the stakes?

The Unreformed Rake: Ransom Drysdale is a notorious rake, but he seems to have taken a shine to you. When he plans to make you his, nothing would stand in his way. No is not a word he understands. (Soft!dark Ransom x Reader)

The Fated Mate: Ransom always knew he’d be your alpha. Despite you not presenting yet, he just knew you were meant to be his. No matter how much you ran, you always found him waiting for you at the end of the line. They said it was fated, and sometimes fate was a bitch. (A/B/O)

Sleeping Beauty: He waits for sleep to claim you, so that he can do the same later (dark!Ransom Drysdale x Reader) Kinktober Day 1

Drabbles/Blurbs/Headcanons

Breeding Kink + Housewife Kink w/Ransom

ANDY BARBER

One-Shots

Golden Cage : You asked Andy to take your case and he asked for you to give yourself to him as payment. (soft!dark!Andy Barber x Reader)

Trespassing : You trespass on forbidden land, catching the eye of the creature that dwells within. (dark!demon!Andy Barber x Reader)

No Judgements: An Omega in heat is never fit to make a fair judgement, especially not when her delicious meat of an Alpha is concerned. (A/B/O)

His Responsibility : When you're pregnant and scared, Andy decides he will take the responsibility, whether you want it or not. (dark!Andy x reader)

A Man's World: To advance in a man’s world, you must allow one to own you. He promises you success, as long as you give yourself to him. (soft!dark!Andy Barber x Reader)

LEE BODECKER

One-Shots

Sweet Tooth : Sheriff, you and his sweet tooth

The Claiming of the Sheriff: You wanted him, he wanted you. But he was too honourable and you were too greedy. So you made the choice for both of you. (dadsbestfriend!Lee x soft!dark Reader)

Series

•Sell My Soul : You cut a deal with the Sheriff to save your brother (dark!Lee Bodecker x Reader)

Sell My Soul -2 : Your husbands finds a secret you’ve been keeping and he is not happy. (dark!Lee Bodecker x Reader)

Sell My Soul - 3 : Last part to the series (soft!dark!Lee Bodecker x Reader)

Drabbles Masterlist

SHERLOCK HOLMES

One-Shots

What's Your Escape : Sherlock could never resist a mystery, especially not one as deliciously wrapped as you (dark!Sherlock Holmes x reader)

Death by Pleasure : Death by Pleasure isn't a thing. Is it? (Dark!Sherlock Holmes x Reader)

Drabbles/Blurbs/Headcanons

A worthy throne (Sherlock Holmes)

CHRIS EVANS

One-Shots

Loving Dodger : Your journey of overcoming your fear of dogs to loving Dodger.

Muse Music : Chris plays for you

Chemical Romance: Chris won't have you running away from him. You're his. He owns your heart, and now he'll own all of you.

AUGUST WALKER

One-Shots

Compromise: Your surrender to him would ensure the safety of the world (dark!August Walker x Reader)

Prometheus: You disappoint August and must make up for it

Drabbles/Blurbs/Headcanons

Pluto is not a Planet (Hades! August Walker)

LUCIFER

To Sin in Love: You're forced to choose between the man who owns your heart and the one who owns your soul. (Ft. Sam Wilson)

JAKE JENSEN

At the Dinner Table: Request: How about Jake Jensen meeting the reader's parents for the first time and since he's an adorkable idiot, chaos ensues?

Drabbles/Headcanons/Blurbs (Miscellaneous/Multi-characters and fandoms)

When you feel ugly and the boys won't have it (BB, SR, LB, TS, RD, LL, SH)

When Reader is tall and slim and not curvy (SR, BB, RD, LB, AB)

Dick Fingers (very weird ask)

Detention (Severus Snape hc)

Remedial Potions (dark! Severus Snape)

Does your mother know (Hook)

When Reader has anorexia and body image issues (BB, LB, LL)

BODY POSITIVITY CHALLENGE

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darkstarcore · 3 years

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The Dark Star ;)

I know who you are lmao—

Favorite thing about them: So stars in Mario RPGs are known to be good beings of light magic, but what if there was an evil and fucked up one? It’d be funny.

Least favorite thing about them: There’s almost no canon lore and the little that exists is fucking stupid. Why is there a star underground? Stars live in the sky??? And why is Peach of all people the only one who can awaken it that’s so dumb she’s literally pure hearted what the hell—

Favorite line: Okay so it only speaks as Dark Bowser, which sucks, but also....

“Soon this kingdom will vanish along with all who dwell within. And you, too, will sleep eternally in the dark power's embrace!”

Powerful line that lives in my head rent free 👀

BrOTP: This star has no friends and survives on sheer anger alone. That being said, I could maaaybe see it tolerating Starlow? This would definitely be a huge “what if” scenario but in a specific environment it might not immediately kill her so hey funny star friends

OTP: No. 💜

NOTP: If for some God forsaken reason you ship the Dark Star with literally any canon character I will instantly teleport into your house and make you step on Legos. 💜

Random headcanon: Is lady star. :)

And also... even though the Dark Star was sealed away, it technically isn’t banished from the star realm. It left many years ago on its own terms to cause problems on purpose and wasn’t properly banished. It just self-exiled itself.

Unpopular opinion: The spikes that rotate around the Dark Star are not solid, but rather just a spooky visual effect. Also, if the Dark Star flies fast enough, they merge to instead produce a comet tail-like effect.

Song I associate with them: One of the edgiest songs I know! This one. :)

Favorite picture of them: These two sprites, happy and calm

#dragon bahs #epic gamer moment with dragon spouting her dark star nonsense

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nightglider124 · 4 years

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Simulation

So, like most people... I was not impressed with the newest and last in the series DCAMU movie; JLD: Apokolips War.

It was honestly like some kind of awfully written fanfic. I hated it and my otp were literally tormented, so not a fan lmao.

So, I did what most writers do in these scenarios. I wrote a bit of a fix it fic. It’s cliche and similar to ‘it was all a dream’ but it felt like a bit more of a believable route. They did it in YJ so I thought why not.

Anyway, I hope this helps as some kind of comfort after watching that atrocious piece of garbage. ^.^

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The light filled the entirety of the sky, stroking licks of gold and blinding white all across the planes of existence, swelling and growing until it was suffocating everything and everyone that was within its path.

It was enveloping them by the second, growing stronger and stronger and despite how hard Damian narrowed his eyes to try and catch one last fleeting glimpse of Flash sprinting across the ocean, in an attempt to reset their fractured timeline, the struggle was becoming one he could not control.

His chest felt tight, like all the air was slowly being released from his lungs and his heart was hammering, right against his ribcage.

Casting a glance over his shoulder, he watched as Clark and Diana shielded their eyes from the onslaught of light that was swallowing them up. When he turned his head towards his father, however, he found Batman staring straight back at him, as if he knew something the others did not; something that he wanted Damian to piece together himself.

His head was filled with so many things; memories, information… emotions.

No matter how much he tried to push it away, there was a weight in his heart. He had survived this ordeal with Darkseid, as well as those who currently surrounded him, even though the numbers were a little less than he had hoped for when they began the secondary crusade at redemption for those they had lost to the Apokoliptic tyrant two years prior.

And yet, he didn’t feel like it was a victory. It felt bittersweet. They had finally won but at what cost?

Half of humanity had been eradicated from existence or molded into some kind of slave herd to do Darkseid’s bidding for him. His friends, his team, his family; all of it had been ripped away from him and there was no coming back from it. There was no way to salvage what had happened, no matter what Kent was trying to spew as a pep talk.

The morale was empty and at that moment, waiting for the effects of the flashpoint to seize control of their world and rectify the magnitude of problems felt like an eternity but they had to wait; to simply sit and wait for their absolution and for the world to restart, not that any of them would remember.

That would probably be for the best. He didn’t want to remember living in this kind of dystopian future where everywhere he looked, there was destruction and roaring flames accompanied by an unsettling silence where in its stead should have been the reverberation of crowds and people, living their lives on a day to day basis.

Damian sighed and from where he sat, he glanced at Raven, dressed in her white uniform and cloak. He wasn’t sure how they’d gotten to this point in their relationship and it felt… unusual to him, like something wasn’t right, including where his feelings were concerned in accordance to the girl beside him.

He cared for her deeply; she was a teammate, his friend but anything more? He couldn’t be certain.

Shaking his head, Damian decided not to dwell, knowing whatever he was feeling would soon be erased and he would wind up with a completely different mindset in just a few minutes.

He scanned his surroundings from beneath his mask and his eyes fell upon his former team leader and his… brother.

Swallowing the lump in his throat, Damian couldn’t stop how the weight became heavier, pulling his heart down towards his stomach like a wrecking ball was attached.

Raven was right. He had promised not to use the Lazarus Pit to revive Dick but, when everything was said and done and the dust had settled on the Titans joint demise, having tried their damndest to ensure Darkseid wouldn’t break their defenses and claim Earth, he felt cheated.

He had finally found a family who accepted him, flaws and all and he was supposed to just accept having them brutally torn away from him?

He couldn’t leave his brother there. He couldn’t just leave Dick lying there in a pool of his own blood, still trickling out from the wound in his chest.

Damian had wanted to save all of them but he knew time had been of the essence. The quicker someone can be taken to the pit, the more likely it is that they will return as themselves. Or at least, that was what his grandfather had told him once as a boy.

He hadn’t known how true it was or even if it was true at all but he had gotten Dick to the temple as quickly as he could.

Not that it had mattered in the end.

He’d gotten there too late. His heart had held hope that he would return to the living, just as he was but it wasn’t to be.

Damian exhaled through his nose and allowed the memory of that day to fade. He didn’t need to relive that as well. The straight jacket Dick constantly wore was reminder enough as to why he had immediately regretted using the pit.

There are some things worse than death. He knew that now. Too bad it was about two years too late.

His eyes wandered across Kory’s face and his brows furrowed, aghast at what Darkseid had done to her. After he had returned ‘home’ to the League of Assassins, or what was left of it at least, he hadn’t looked back; didn’t have any knowledge of what had become of his dead teammates.

Some of them remained dead whilst others had purposes that did not expire when their lives had. Darkseid had ensured the strongest were put to work amongst his ranks, whether they wanted to or not.

Kory had become one of his guards, with most of her body replaced with parts and machinery, perfecting her into a loyal, brainwashed slave; something Kory had once told him that she never wanted to be again.

Damian watched as Kory gently stroked some of Dick’s hair out of his face. His head rested on her lap whilst twitching and mumbling every now and then, his mind a warped version of what it had once been before any of this. It ticked overtime for different reasons now.

He saw the hesitation, recognised the look of someone who now viewed themself as some kind of monster. She was careful of her hands, her fingers now replaced with metal daggers that looked sharp enough to cut steel if given the chance.

Kory lowered her hand and stared down at Dick, who was yet to wake from his tormented slumber. Damian took solace in the fact he had seemed to recognize Kory, somewhat.

When he had brought him to Titans tower where, what was left of their backup plan party, decided to rendezvous, he had been manic and animalistic, hissing and trying to attack those around him who he had once called friends.

Damian hadn’t been sure if it was a good idea but his father had suggested it, to start on resolving the problems caused from this apocalyptic fallout.

When Kory had stepped forth, her lime eyes lingering on her love, Damian had seen tears; uncommon when it came to Kory considering her warrior upbringing. It caused her pain, of that he knew, if only from the way her footing faltered and she stayed back, in fear; something she had never ever felt around Dick in the life they’d shared before.

But, Dick had surprised them all, staring at her for a long moment and it gave him a strange flicker of hope that possibly, a piece of the real Dick was still in there somewhere, lost amongst all the mess in his mind.

He had still been hesitant as she offered a hand to him. He jerked back but then stepped forward until he let her lead him to where they sat now. Damian was certain that things may change when he woke up but for now, it seemed to be enough for Kory just to spend these last few minutes with him, unaware of what awaited them in the new timeline Barry was creating.

Just a few minutes of peace, sitting there with one another.

Damian looked away, suddenly feeling like he was intruding on something private to the couple, if he could even call them that anymore.

His eyes shifted to the ocean, stretching wide and untouched in front of them, mother nature clearly protecting her own. The waves were gentle, flowing and ebbing and repeating. It seeped forward, water rushing over the bed of sand at the edge of the island before it retreated back from where it came.

Suddenly, there was a resounding pulse that rocked the air around them and a ringing in his ears started growing louder with each passing moment. The sound was becoming piercing and unbearable, so much so he had to lift a hand to one of his ears and grind his teeth in an effort to make it stop.

The ground beneath their feet shook wildly as existence prepared to repair what had been damaged. That light that had been burning in the distance shone brighter, stretching over their heads now and soaring in from behind them as well, fully encompassing the last of the world’s greatest heroes and everything in the area, sentient or not.

Damian gulped again, his mind confirming that Barry had done it and reality was resetting itself.

His skin felt sharp and he felt lightheaded, unable to make out any shapes or sounds around him anymore. His arms felt like they were being pulled away from his body, like something was expanding in his chest.

Damian willingly allowed what he assumed was the erasure of his being. He let a sigh of relief slip from between his lips as he finally felt himself disappearing into nothingness, along with all the other heroes around him.

Squeezing his eyes tightly closed, he waited for their finality to come.

He was ready for it to change; go back to how it was before… before any of this.

No one deserved a fate such as this one. _______ Damian’s eyes snapped open and he gasped a haggard breath, his heart beating a mile a minute as all he could see was the blurred lights from the ceiling above his head.

His fingers dug into what felt like sheets beneath him as he struggled to control his rapid breaths.

“Damian.”

He recognized the steel tone of his father and he shot upward, moving fast enough to make his head spin.

Remembering his training since the age of two years old, he took a deep breath and exhaled through his nostrils, taking charge of his body once again.

He narrowed his eyes and pressed a hand to his temple, tiling his chin upward to see his father, wearing the cowl, sat just on the end of the little makeshift bed he appeared to be in.

“It’s alright, Damian… you’re back now. Everything is fine.” Bruce explained, nodding and giving no emotion away under the bat guise he had grown so comfortable in.

“Back?” Damian paused, “Back where?”

“In the real world. The simulation is over. The others are starting to wake up.” Batman informed him before he stood up and looked down upon his son,

Damian only just now was noticing exactly where he was.

High tech lined against the walls, the view of the solar system outside the huge glass windows and the metal paneling along the computer systems was enough to drag him straight back to reality. The watchtower wasn’t a place that a person could easily forget.

Turning his body, he watched as his friends; the Titans started to come to from their unconscious states as well.

“Ugh… Bruce, when you said… you wanted us to go through training simulation… that was a lot different than what I thought you had in mind.” Dick groaned from his place several beds over from where Damian sat,

Nightwing sat up, rubbing his forehead and shaking his head as if getting over the remnants of a bad dream. He rolled his shoulders back before checking on each and every member of their team, all of them in a similar position to how he was sat.

Donna was sitting with her legs crossed, Raven too and on the other side of them, Gar was still lying down but with an arm thrown across his face, moaning with nausea symptoms.

Kon, Jaime and Wally were already quietly murmuring between themselves over what they had just gone through and witnessed.

Dick turned his head to the left, his heart racing at some sounds he just knew belonged to Kory. He smiled softly as he watched her rub her head, fingers sliding through her long auburn hair that pooled beautifully down her back.

“Ow… that was... much more brutal than I had anticipated…” Kory grunted, stretching her arms above her head in an attempt to make her mind less muzzy.

“How are you all feeling?” Diana asked, addressing them all as she stood at the panel, clicking a few buttons to ensure the simulation had ended properly as well as making sure no one was still unconscious.

“Like I just got smacked in the head with a shovel…” Gar voiced, whining as he forced himself into a sitting position,

“That will pass in a few minutes. It took Vic a long time to figure out how to make this program without it having a lasting effect on us.” Superman told them, offering them one of his gentle smiles.

“Clark… what was this?” Dick asked, his brows furrowed as he stared at the man of steel, “I mean… now that I’m awake… I have it coming back to me that this was part of a… training exercise but after seeing… everything we just saw in there… I’d say it’s a little overboard just for mandatory training.”

Superman sighed, losing the smile and he stared up at the images now lit upon the hologram screen behind him. There were photos of Darkseid and his homeworld, with some recent footage of said tyrant moving across planets in the furthest parts of the galaxy.

“Recently, there has been movement on Apokolips and footage was retrieved of Darkseid… taking control of three planets in his own dimension. They were small and lacked much life.”

“But there was some life on those planets, right? Kory murmured, her brows knitted together in concern,

Clark nodded solemnly, “There was, Kory. To us, right now… Darkseid is not a threat. To the best of our knowledge, he isn’t considering Earth as a target to take control of. But, that could change, very quickly.”

“We don’t take his recent movements lightly and we’ve begun preparing different strategies and plans for when the time is right.” Bruce continued, his dark cape curling around his feet as he moved, “The simulations that just played out… they were completely in your mind, programmed by Vic for you to witness, as if you were there and what the possible outcomes could be, should we take the route that was created in this scenario.”

“Isn’t that… a bit overkill? To design a program simply to test possibilities that might just be… hypothetical?” Jaime queried, dragging his knee to his chin as he stared at the three Justice League members.

Superman made a small noise of apprehension before he looked back up, his eyes glossing over each and every member of the Titans, “None of you have ever had to face Darkseid… thankfully. He is… an interdimensional despot who holds immense power. He is not a criminal to be taken lightly. All the things you saw in this simulation are things he has been known to do to those planets he has already desecrated. Brutality and violence are his weapons and we need to be prepared for any situation involving him.”

“These simulations are only being tested on the Justice League and Titans when we feel we may have mapped a possibly victorious battle plan. They will be few but this was one that had been considered, early on in our knowledge of what Darkseid has been doing.” Wonder Woman elaborated,

“But that plan clearly didn’t work… so why would you show it to us?” Raven asked, her dark eyes brushing across Clark who had apparently become her travelling companion when the world went down the drain in the simulation,

“We wanted to show you so that you can help us to rectify where… we may have gone wrong in the plan.” Clark told them,

Damian folded his arms over his chest, “It was probably taking the war to Darkseid without realizing how dangerous it would be which in the simulation, you already seemed to realize once it was too late.” He paused and thought back on something from the simulation, “Oh and… there was the fact Darkseid knew the whole plan from hacking Cyborg’s cybernetic eye.”

Superman nodded his head, “Yes, we’re… talking to Victor about preventing this. It would have probably ended differently in the simulation, had Darkseid not learned everything before the plan was executed.”

“You can’t plan for what you don’t know yet.” Raven reminded them,

Clark gave her a smile, “No, but we can try in order to keep our future as far away from the possibility of what you just lived through.”

The Titans nodded amongst themselves, understanding their efforts and all secretly hoping they wouldn’t have to face anything like what they’d seen for a long time or ever, if the universe deemed them lucky.

“I can’t believe I died right at the start!” Gar complained, his playful nature reinserting some lightheartedness where it was desperately needed, “I mean… a guy plays all the video games in the world and I can’t even make it?”

Raven smirked and glanced at him, “I don’t think video games and Darkseid are exactly the same, Gar.”

He huffed and crossed his arms over his chest, “Yeah, well. I’m not happy about it! I want a redo!”

Damian rolled his eyes before raising a brow at him, “You want to live through that all again?”

Gar paused and blinked several times before grinning sheepishly, “Uh… on second thought… I’m good. Sad I went out that early but y’know what… I’m good!”

“If you’re all feeling a little more with us now, come into the hall. We want your feedback.” Batman told them, leading the way into the hall, followed by Diana and then the Titans, with Superman politely showing them the way through the watchtower.

“Feedback on this training? Hm… that would be a solid 0/10, Bruce.” Dick muttered as he helped Kory hop down from the medical bed she had been perched upon, earning a quiet giggle from her,

Clark smiled at the two as they continued after the other Titans, right on Batman’s heels to give their input into what the Justice League were planning, in case of an emergency.

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Gar’s mouth stretched wide as he lifted his arms over his head and yawned loudly, earning an elbow in the stomach from Donna as she passed him,

“Ow! Hey! What’d I do?” He grumbled, rubbing the spot she had hit,

“Do you really have to be that loud, Gar?” She laughed, shaking her head, “Just yawn like a normal person, would you?”

He smirked, flashing a fang in her direction, “Nah, there’s no fun in that.”

Kory cleared her throat before they could all escape in opposite directions to their respective bedrooms, “Titans. I need to speak with you all for a moment, please.”

The group exchanged glances between one another, curiosity washing over each of them before they shuffled towards the couch, situated just in front of the large window panes where the moonlight was already beginning to filter through.

“Are… we in trouble? Whatever it is… I didn’t do it.” Kon rebuffed, immediately holding his hands up in defense as he took a seat on the edge of the sofa,

“Me either!” Gar and Jaime added simultaneously,

Kory smiled softly and shook her head at them, walking around until she stood before them, “No. You’re not in trouble; any of you.”

“So… what do you want to talk to us about, Kory?” Raven queried, giving her leader a small smile,

“I wanted to talk to you about what happened today.”

Gar’s brows knitted together, “You mean the training over at the watchtower?”

The Princess nodded her head, her long red locks falling over her shoulder.

Damian narrowed his eyes, equally perplexed and confused as his teammates, “What about it?”

Kory took a deep breath and folded her arms over her chest, “Well… the things in the simulation that happened, that you saw… it was…” She paused and tried to grapple for the correct word,

“Pretty traumatic.” Dick interjected, aiding her and coming to stand by her side, having a feeling he knew what Kory was aiming for with this little chat, “And, it’s okay if it affected you guys. God knows… it was a lot for a training session based on possibility.”

Instead of doing what the adult Titans thought they would, the younger roster of heroes remained silent, all of them contemplating and reflecting on what they had been witness to whilst under the spell of the simulation.

Kory frowned and her brows wrinkled before she looked to Dick, who only matched her facial expression.

“I mean… I joked about being murdered by those parademon things so early on in it but… it was pretty scary. The simulation was designed differently so we didn’t wake up as soon as we died inside of it. I had to watch it all unfold… like some kind of horror movie… not so cool when it’s your friends being killed instead of fictional characters.” Gar mumbled, his jade eyes focused on the coffee table before them with his hands pressed firmly to his thighs.

Jaime nodded, “It was… espantoso. It just… went south so quickly.”

Donna made a noise of agreement and shuddered, as if gripped by a memory from the simulated battle. Wally looked off to the side, unable to speak about what he felt, just yet anyway.

Kon lifted his chin and his usual boisterous and cheeky demeanour had slipped, “I don't know if it was worse or not… living longer in that world wasn’t much fun either.” He gently reached a gloved hand to his neck and he closed his eyes, “I can still remember how… my neck…”

He coughed and shook his head, clamming up from talking through the experience of it all.

Kory looked towards Raven and tilted her head, as if encouraging her to speak about how she had felt, “Raven?”

She lifted her head and lowered the hood of her cloak from her head, “I… It was… I’ve seen terrible things before. Being the daughter of an interdimensional demon will do that but this… it was barbaric and I hope it never actually comes to pass.”

Dick nodded, “Well… this is why the league is trying to come up with a more solid plan, a way to be ready should Darkseid be a problem we need to worry about.” He paused and shrugged, “Safe to say… Clark’s plan of going head on into a war with Darkseid on his home world is no longer the plan on the table.”

“There were too many inconsistencies and problems with his plan. But, it would have been intriguing to see if it worked, had Darkseid not found out through Cyborg’s cybernetics.” Damian pointed out, looking mildly indifferent,

Nodding, Dick eyed his adoptive younger brother for a long moment, “And what about you, Damian?”

Damian looked up, his arms folded over his chest and a scowl on his face. For a moment, he did nothing more than stare at Dick before his features softened ever so slightly and he frowned, “It isn’t something that I ever wish to see again.”

Knowing that was all Damian was willing to give them, at least for tonight, Dick exhaled and nodded once, signalling that he didn’t expect more.

He glanced towards his girlfriend whose concern was almost tangible, just from the way her face was contorted. She chewed on her lip for a long time before she sighed and her shoulders fell,

“We will revisit this tomorrow. I do not want anyone to feel like this was something small. If anything, I wish the league had given us more of a warning of what we were going into.” Kory commenting, briefly locking her gaze with Dick’s who looked equally as unhappy that they had been left out of the loop,

“Yeah, I think I’ll be giving Bruce a call tomorrow.” He paused and addressed the younger Titans once more, “And… Kory and I will be arranging some therapy sessions with a league member to deal with the things you saw.”

“I don’t think we need-”

Dick cut Damian off with a raised hand, “We’re not going to force you guys into them but they will be made available to you all, should you need to talk to someone.”

Damian pressed his lips into a thin line and gave Dick one sharp nod.

“Do you guys mind if we… go to bed now? I kinda just wanna sleep it off…” Gar muttered, tapping his fingertips together,

Kory smiled and nodded, “Of course, Gar. Dick and I are going to make sure the Tower is all locked up before we go home but we will be back in the morning…” She paused and let her eyes wander across them, “And I believe morning training can be cancelled tomorrow.”

Gar suddenly perked up at that news, “Yes! I get to sleep in!”

She giggled whilst Dick smirked and rolled his eyes, “But… remember, if one of you needs us… just call us. Okay?”

They all nodded their heads in confirmation before they began trudging off towards their rooms, muttering their farewells and goodnights before they left.

Once the main room had practically emptied of Titans, only Damian remained and as he passed by the couple, he stopped and looked up at his brother,

“Apologies for… using the Lazarus Pit on you, Grayson.” He stated, something in his face telling Dick that he had hoped for a better outcome of his decision made within the simulation.

His older brother gave him a brief smile and gripped one of his shoulders with his hand, “It’s alright, Damian. Let’s just hope it never has to come to it where you have to make that kind of choice for real.”

Damian considered that and wished them goodnight before he left for his room as well.

Dick watched him go but his attention was drawn back to the woman standing beside him as she sighed heavily and closed her eyes.

“How’re you feeling, Kor?” He checked, lacing his fingers with hers,

She turned and smiled at him, exhaustion slipping into the creases of her face, “Tired… and wanting to go to bed.”

He matched her smile and lifted her hand to his mouth, dropping a kiss to the back of it, “Don’t have to tell me twice. Let’s go home.”

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Dick took a deep breath as he observed himself in the bathroom mirror, his hair still damp and water dribbling down his face after hopping out of the shower. He was trying his best to remain unaffected by the scenes that had plagued him in the simulation earlier that day but it was proving to be a challenge to just push all of it to the back of his mind.

He couldn’t pinpoint what was the worst part; knowing the world had gone up in flames, knowing his friends and family had mostly perished or been altered into husks of their true selves at the hands of Darkseid or knowing that he had potentially faced a lifetime of insanity due to a botched resurrection, unable to remember himself or those he loved.

It may not have been real but it was difficult, trying to remind himself of that. It was hard to accept that truth when it had felt so very real. Images continued to flash in his mind; memories of what had occurred in that world they had had to endure.

He gritted his teeth and tried to quell the anger bubbling in his chest at the comprehension that Bruce, as well as Diana and Clark, hadn’t felt it necessary to even run their little project by him or Kory first; instead throwing them in blind, along with the younger members of the team.

The rational part of his mind told him it was so they would become immersed within the situation handed to them so that they could act upon instinct whereas knowing ahead, would have compromised how they acted within the simulation.

Still, it was something he would be bringing up to Bruce in the morning.

Taking another deep inhale through his nose, Dick focused on his reflection again, repeating words over and over in his head as a reminder that it wasn’t real. It felt real, but it wasn’t and he had to hold onto that, whatever it took.

He shook his head and reached for the hairdryer, flicking the switch and allowing the hot air from it to fill the bathroom.

As he wandered down the hallway, from the bedroom he shared with Kory, he couldn’t help but wonder where she had disappeared to. Their apartment was only so big, meaning if she wasn’t in their room already then she had to be out in the main room.

“Kory?” He called as he stepped over the threshold between the corridor and the main living area.

Dick reached over and flicked one of the light switches, allowing the glow of the bulbs to illuminate the room; a much more welcomed atmosphere than being swallowed up by the night time darkness.

He blinked in surprise to see her standing by the far wall where the floor to ceiling window overlooked the bustling street below the building. It was still painted with bright lights and the buzz of people hanging out with friends, despite it being well past midnight.

She turned to him, as if not having heard him the first time around.

“Babe, what’re you doing all in the dark?” Dick asked, walking around the side of the couch, towards her.

Kory shook her head, as if lost in a world of her own but he knew her better than that. He knew what was haunting her mind since it was the only thing that could be the culprit.

“Hey… c’mere…” He murmured, offering her a hand to take.

She stepped closer and accepted, tangling her fingers with his until Dick gently pulled her down onto the sofa with him. He tugged her closer, using his free arm to wrap around her shoulders.

“I am sorry… I just…” She whispered, her usually bouncy personality seemingly absent for the time being,

“It’s okay… it scared me too.” He admitted,

Finally, she lifted her chin, her solid green gaze fixed on his cerulean orbs. She gave into a trembling breath before she spoke, “I have seen many merciless things, Dick. Growing up on a hostile planet such as my own, it was not uncommon to see bloodshed but… this… it was different.”

He nodded as he listened to her, gently stroking her upper arm as she talked.

“Having to watch those I love being slaughtered… to then die myself and be brought back as a… mindless slave to such a dictator…” She shook her head minutely, unsure what to make of it,

“I know it was only a simulation to test out the league’s contingency plan for if Darkseid does become a more imminent threat but… it feels as real as anything we’ve faced before.” Dick told her,

She felt tears prick her eyes for a brief moment as she thought back on the end of their virtual reality and she snuggled closer to him, feeling the rapid beating of his heart beneath her slender fingers.

“The worst part was that I no longer had you.” She confessed quietly.

He inclined his head to look at her and furrowed his brows, “You… sorta still had me.”

She pulled a face at him and glanced down to where her hand rested on his chest, “But I didn’t. It wasn’t you, anymore. Living on as… what that thing turned me into and having a shell of who you are… it is not a life I would ever wish upon myself. It would have been a fate worse than death.”

Dick swallowed the lump in his throat and pressed his cheek to hers, trying to remind her that he was here with her and they were together.

“Apparently not even being insane can take me away from you.” He mentioned, attempting to inject some kind of humor into the situation, if just to uplift the mood in some way.

She blinked at him before she laughed, just a small sound under her breath but he was happy with it nonetheless.

“You know… I wouldn’t want it either, Kory.” He paused, “In the training… after the pit… I was watching myself and living it… I couldn’t remember anything. I didn’t recognize any of my friends or family… and I don’t ever want that to happen. I never want to be brought back.”

Kory opened her mouth, as if going to question it but he cut her off,

“Ever. Even if… I die before you and you’re stricken with uncontrollable grief… please don’t ever let it happen.”

She gazed at him for a long time but soon nodded her head, vowing not to bring him back, no matter what.

After a long stretch of comfortable silence, Dick sighed and kissed her temple, murmuring, “I have a feeling sleep isn’t coming easily to either of us tonight… why don’t we watch a movie and I’ll make some popcorn?”

Kory smiled softly and nodded, brushing her fingers across his cheek, “That sounds like a good idea.”

“Glad you approve.” He grinned, gently using his free hand to cup her jaw and lead her into a kiss.

It started as something slow and easy, acting as a reaffirmation of being safe and sound with one another. But, Kory tilted her head, pressing her lips to his more firmly, enjoying the warmth that sparked wherever they met.

Dick slid his hand along her jawline, his fingers becoming knotted in her gorgeous red tresses. He ran his tongue along her lower lip, nipping and suckling the skin there.

Kory made a muffled sound and lifted both hands to place against either side of her love’s face.

When she pulled away, she smiled gently and brushed her nose against his until he rested his forehead against hers.

“I know we’ve had a hell of a day… with the training and everything but… it wasn’t real. I’m still here and so are you. We’ve got each other and I don’t plan on giving you up anytime soon, Kory.” Dick whispered, stroking his thumb against her skin.

“I know… I love you.” She breathed, nuzzling his cheek with her own,

“Love you too, babe.” He flashed her one of his boyish grins and tilted his head, “Gotta make every day count together.”

Kory nodded and smiled back at him, “Together.”

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sasorikigai · 3 years

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This blog gives me so much of that Scorpion x Sub Zero good shit. From bastardsunlight and indulgentia, heck yeah love the content you bring. But I also really REALLY like Jack x Hanzo, you have so many different things going with that and lots of world building. These are my favorite ships on this blog. Don't know much about the others just yet.

Random Inbox Shenanigans || anonymous || always accepting!

Old ninja/assassin in love (especially the proverbial enemies to friends to lovers trope) is most definitely my thing and subscorp is life! Huge kudos to @bastardsunlight && @indulgentia for listening to my ideas and letting them come to fruition. I can never have enough threads when their aspects are konsidered; not only their canonical interactions so complex and filled with visceral, cerebral emotions, but their AUs and broken timelines as well. They are crucial to each other’s healing, as they essentially ‘use’ one another to protect their wounds of the haunting, tormented past, absorb their bleeding, help them in their healing process. They complete one another in such remarkable, exquisite way and I will never stop loving them for they are precious. I’d most definitely like to thank Stiles & Bru for indulging me in such beauty that is their writing and I cannot wait to delve further into my OTP with all my heart and soul.

Hanryou wasn’t something I did not expect to take off in the way it did, but I really think @sonxflight and I immediately clicked and developed such goodness that is their chemistry and complexity. Their dwelling hope is such a powerful and prominent force that keeps them afloat; they hope for most and hold it like a light within them, and it’s the goodness of their heart, compassion, and honor to exact righteous justice in order to protect and sacrifice really do work like magic in bringing both Hanzo/Scorpion and Jack/Ryou together. They could unapologetically get vulnerable and honest with one another, and they become the kind of person who encourages one another to push past their flaws, because they accept one as who they are (especially Hanzo/Scorpion, he lacks the tendency for self-preservation and will often go beyond his abilities, because he still thinks about all the slaughtered from the waking moment to even in his slumber), and even that facet becomes something they will love no matter what.

And other prominent ship I have grown to love is with @yetremains’ Talia Jones (Yang). We have been at it for a few months, as it is one of the more ‘recent’ ships, but I think Hanzo/Scorpion and Yang immediately clicked, obviously for their commonalities and the foundation of their personality that define them as ferocious warriors with indomitable will and steeled resolve. Even when their worlds become excruciatingly difficult in their breakable mortality as they continue to endure their lives’ challenges and tribulation, celebrating both defeats and triumphs together.

These are only few of more ‘prominent’ and main ships I have on my blog, but I also have myriads of other ships on my blog which can be seen here (x). Thank you so much for loving my kontent - I love my writing partners and what they are able to bring so much. Without them, my blog would be a hollow husk of a shell. All the gratitude and appreciation goes out for them!!

#✗ breathing iron and rust (outofkombat)#bastardsunlight #indulgentia #sonxflight #yetremains

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skekheck · 4 years

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30 Days of the Dark Crystal Challenge

Decided to do poultry-blocks Dark Crystal challenge because it looks like a lot of fun to do. However I’m cheating and I wrote all of this within a couple of days. Warning: fairly large post with pictures and fan ramblings.

EDIT: I FORGOT TO INCLUDE DAY 16 WHOOP. It’s in there now.

Day 1. Your favorite skeksis

Idiot, feral, wildman who stole my heart. How? Why? Who knows. *chef kisses* Beautiful stinky bastard.

Day 2: Your favorite gelfling

Bless her and her skeksis cosplay. What a queen.

Day 3: A character that you love that everyone seems to hate.

The tides are changing for her it seems. I think people are appreciating her more, but she still faces her fair share of controversies. Not that I don’t think it warrants discussion nor am I excusing her actions. But she’s way more complex than what a lot of people are making her out to be.

Day 4: A character that you hate that everyone seems to love.

Hate is a strong word as I don’t hate him, but I don’t really care for Amri. He feels like a bootleg Deet mixed with a little bit of Kylan and Gurjin. Wasted potential and honestly shouldn’t have been the POV for Tides of the Dark Crystal. Seems I’m alone in this opinion, though. Maybe the book warrants rereading?

Day 5: Movie or TV Show? Why?

TV Show by miles! I think the series accomplishes way more than the movie does, like establishing lore, better written characters, and a more engaging story. I actually cared about the gelfling and it really fleshed out the skeksis in an interesting way outside of “oh they do evil things because they’re evil!”. Doesn’t mean it does everything right, but I’ll get into that later.

Day 6: Something you wish that happened in the series but didn’t.

Just a few things. I miss the gelfling intermingling with the mystics, particularly urVa. I love everything that happens with urGoh and skekGra, but some of the bonding moments Naia had with urVa are precious and I wish we had more of that. I also wished the gelfling got the message out to the other clans like they did in the book where Kylan dreametched their message onto the Santuary Tree’s blossoms and scattered them all throughout Thra. I also wished Tavra and Onica were an established couple, but maybe it’s not too late for that.

Day 7: Favorite gelfling clan

The Sifa! It was the Dousan at first, but the more I learned about the Sifa the more I grew to love the clan. If I were a gelfling I would probably be a sifa myself LOL.

Day 8: You opinion on Aughra

She’s a fun and fascinating character! Aughra puts a unique spin on the whole beautiful, wise earth goddess trope by making her ugly, old, and cranky. She’s also a character with her own flaws, even having a mini arc about neglecting to take care of her planet and doing whatever she can to make amends. Not to mention she’s wildly entertaining. Much love for Aughra!

Day 9: Skeksis or Gelfling?

Both!

Day 10: Your opinion on podlings?

They’re just funky little potato people who just want to have fun, dance, and drink all day and I respect them for that. They’re great. Also Hup exists and he’s just an amazing character so there’s that.

Day 11: Your The Dark Crystal unpopular opinion

I think it’s okay to sympathize with the skeksis as long as one is not excusing their actions. I see a lot of people say you shouldn’t because they’re evil and they commit atrocities. Which, yes, it’s true, but I think both can co-exist. I mean, skekTek’s whole cycle of abuse is written very sympathetically yet the show doesn’t coddle him. It shows the ugliness of his character and what happens when someone isn’t capable of cutting off from said cycle. Also the writers consider the skeksis as tragic characters due to their broken nature so I don’t think it’s wrong to be a little sympathetic. But once again with great emphasis, sympathy is fine as long as their actions are judged. They are awful bastards and no amount of sympathy will change that.

Day 12: Something you dislike about the series

I think the stuff I don’t like about the show is a result of its pacing and cluttered cast. There are so many stories going on and while I liked how they handled it for the most part, you can also see how the show rushes to get through all of them. A lot of important moments where a character should reflect or something that should simmer more is pushed aside for the next thing. Maybe if the show was given more episodes and time to breath it would have been better off.

Day 13: Most disappointing thing about the series

SkekMal and urVa didn’t have enough screen time and we were honestly ROBBED.

Day 14: Your OTP

Speaking of which... . Its a crack ship, but I’m all about that allegory for self love (and I just want these two to be alive). Day 15: Favorite quote

Listed plenty of my favorite quotes before, but I’ll pick this one:

“ Life is my paint. Death is my canvas”

Day 16: Rate the skeksis from least favorite to favorite OR rate the gelfling from lest favorite to favorite [or both!]

And if you want my gelfling hot takes, here’s this list (just backwards in context to this post)

Day 17: Opinion on Raunip?

Raunip is a fantastic character. I loved him in Creation Myths and I can’t wait to see what role he’d play in the resistance. And I absolutely love the parallels between him and the urskeks it’s great.

Day 18: A character that is most similar to you.

I too am a dark-dwelling gremlin who constantly forgets where I put things and crack a few dark jokes at my expense.

Day 19: Which character do you strongly dislike, why?

This is entirely based on the books, but I find Mera to be awful. I think it’s because she’s so fake and condescending? When Naia arrived in Sami Thicket, she was acting nice and polite but when the Drenchen asked her why the skeksis never visited Sog Mera responded “It’s only worth counting what’s valuable”. She continuously disrespects her by calling her pet names even when Naia became maudra. It doesn’t come off as cute, it’s gross. I don’t recall Mera ever apologizing for any of the shit she did to Naia... or Kylan for that matter. She was a pretty neglectful step-mother to him. She doesn’t have an excuse being busy with Maudra stuff because Laesid was a kickass mom to her kids. So in conclusion, fuck this bitch.

Day 20: What do you like so much about the Dark Crystal?

The better question what’s not to love about the Dark Crystal? It has amazing creature design, an expansive world that feels real and alien from our own, having complex and interesting characters as well as villains, the fact that it relies heavily on practical effects a.k.a puppetry... . There’s nothing like it and that’s what makes it so wonderful and unique. It needs to be appreciated more.

Day 21: Favorite music piece from the soundtrack?

Can’t beat that opening theme.

Day 22: Your opinion on the sequel comics [Power/Beneath the Dark Crystal]

They have cool concepts and ideas, but they’re not written well. Power is just the movie if it was put into a blender and shredded and ignoring a large portion of established lore for the sake of plot. And Beneath is just a generic fantasy story with the Dark Crystal logo slapped on it.

Day 23: Which character from the YA novels/comics do you wish we would see more of?

There are plenty of characters that are a given to appear in the series at some point (skekSa, skekLi, urSan, etc). And of course I want to see them, but I really hope Periss shows up (and his brother too). He is one of my favorite characters from the book series and we could use some more Dousan rep!

Day 24: Your opinion on the Age of Resistance comic?

I have yet to read the comics. I’m waiting on them to be part of a collection so I don’t have to buy all of the volumes at once (I prefer owning physical copies). I’ve heard good things about them, especially the story with Hup and the current Mayrin arc. I’m excited to get my hands on them.

Day 25: The best moment/scene in the series?

There are a lot of great moments, but Rian and Ordon’s fight with skekMal is still my favorite in the entire series. The "Speak For the Dead” scene is a close second.

Day 26: The death of a character that hurt you the most?

He did not deserve this. Fuck you, skekMal.

Day 27: Your favorite episode from the series?

It’s got to be 4. Not just because a number of my favorite characters debut in this episode, but it’s an important one for the plot. Stakes are being raised, we’re seeing set ups to major story elements and character arcs, and events that impact the rest of the series. It also has a handful of my favorite character moments and interactions.

Day 28: Your favorite non-skeksis and non-gelfling character? Why?

I’ve come to realize the reasons why I love urVa are the same as why I love skekMal (incredibly appropriate I might say). There’s enough information about him that we get a good understanding on who he is as a character, but still mysterious enough that there’s interest in wanting to know more. Much like his skeksis, he’s unique from the other mystics and thus giving him unique experiences that are fun to speculate. However, the YA novels are responsible for my current fondness of him.

Day 29: Do you like the urru and skeksis apart or like them as urSkeks together?

A main theme of the Dark Crystal is unity and balance. The main conflict of the franchise are the skeksis, the broken fragments of their urskek self who, according to the writers, “...[have] a dire need for the qualities they lack”. Their only salvation is to become urskeks again and unfortunately many of the pairs never achieve this. They’re basically a giant allegory for the self and self-love. While we don’t really know what they were like when they were an urskek (aside from SilSol perhaps), we can get some understanding when we look at their pairs and see what traits they share. Speculation is also fun! So as much as I love the skeksis and mystics as individuals, I prefer them to be whole again.

Day 30: What are your wishes for a possible season 2?

A whole bunch of things. I want to see them explore more about the mystics and their lifestyle, having Raunip play a big part in the plot, seeing more of skekSa’s fall from grace from her perspective, the beginning of the Garthim Wars, and more.

#the dark crystal #my posts #long post

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heleentje · 5 years

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Well. That only took two months.

Subbing notes

One day I’m going to meet the writers of this show, and when I do I’m going to hit them over the head with a Latin dictionary.

You can probably spot exactly where I gave up on trying to turn their spells into anything comprehensible and just went with whatever sounded kind of like what they were saying. No Dutch subtitles exist for this movie (another major oversight for far more important reasons than just my attempts at subbing), so I had nothing to fall back on.

I made a very earnest effort to write out every instance of 77 as seventy-seven and then had to give up on it because the full word took up too much space.

Most of Nemezza’s lines are in rhyme. In order to keep that rhyme, I’ve opted for a less literal translation. I believe I was able to maintain the original meaning for the most part.

I unfortunately wasn’t able to translate the bloopers. I tried, but too many of them rely on mispronunciations that don’t make any sense in a language that isn’t Dutch. It’s a pity, because they are hilarious.

Movie notes

I first saw this movie in theatres and was tempted to get out a notebook and take notes while watching. The movie’s greatest value (to me personally, as a dedicated fanfic writer) is the lore it provides. It gives us more info on the previous Night Watch, on the structure of the Council and in particular on Vlad’s backstory.

(Fun fact, Vlad’s father is played by Peter Thyssen, Louis Thyssen’s real-life father.)

As an actual movie, it’s… okay. It’s enjoyable, there are no major glaring plot holes and the character bits are quite good. I’ve always enjoyed Nachtwacht more for its characters than for its plots and the movie is no exception. Honestly, I wouldn’t have minded if they dwelled a lot longer on the interpersonal relationships. Is it any wonder that (spoilers!) the scene where Wilko and Keelin quit in protest of Vlad’s dismissal is my favourite scene in the entire movie?

It doesn’t quite measure up to some of the show’s best episodes, but it’s certainly far from the worst this show has ever put out.

The new characters introduced are a mixed bunch. On the villain front, Nemezza is your typical villain, complete with obligatory eternal darkness. Renvie is… there.

On the hero front, Vlad’s father is enjoyable if only for the in-joke potential he brings. His motivations are easy to sympathise with, even if they are ultimately borne from underestimating just how capable Vlad is.

Gideon… I want to like Gideon, I really do. He certainly had some character development throughout the movie. However, I fear that I’ve never quite forgiven him for his way of introducing himself (and the blame the writing puts on Wilko for attacking him, even when he’s just knocked Cooper unconscious).

And then there’s Juno. Vega says Keelin ‘reminds [him] so much of her’ and it’s no wonder because they are exactly the fucking same. The movie makes no distinction between elves and fae: they are both magic users, their personalities are near-identical, they both serve the exact same function within their respective groups… This show’s treatment of Keelin has been a thorn in my side for a while now. When they can’t even bother to make her any different from the Obligatory Girl in the previous Watch, I’m taking issue. Get your act together.

And last and kind of least, the president is also… there. Participation trophy, I guess.

With that episode of Heleen Salts ™ out of the way, some miscellaneous observations:

- You better believe I’ll be using the telepathy they introduced in this movie in everything I ever write from now on.

- Helena plays Cooper like a fiddle and it is glorious. OTP right there.

- Cooper and Wilko continue to have one of my favourite character dynamics in this entire series.

- Keelin, my darling, my dear, when someone gets knocked unconscious by white magic they aren’t any less unconscious than if it had been black magic. Sometimes intentions don’t matter nearly as much as outcomes. (Also don't trust random voices in your head. I can’t believe I have to say that.)

- How is it that they can’t transform when they are in Nemezza’s castle? If magic doesn’t work there, the opposite should be true; their human forms are essentially a glamour and their monster forms are the ‘real’ them.

- The scene where everyone leaves still breaks my heart every time I watch it. In general, the trio are at their best when they’re together.

Seriously, for all my complaining, it’s a fun movie. Watch it for the characters if nothing else.

#nachtwacht #heleen subs

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starspatter · 5 years

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WIP Challenge

Tagged by: @summertime-children

Tagging: @astrologista, @atsushishelteredinmoonlitjasmine, @benditlikegumby, @cryptoriawebb, @ibmiller, @iceperialprincess, and @otherwise-uncolonized

Challenge: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous.

I'll also do what deta did and post comments + short fragments. (Be warned it'll be very long though, and most of these are actually Pokémon fics since I was a much more prolific writer when I was younger, and that was the fandom I wrote mainly for.) I also won't be including "Heroes and Thieves" on here (or any DC/superhero stuff really since I’ve essentially “done” everything I had planned for now), as *technically* it is all already completed in draft form, and I'd like to keep things a surprise for whenever I do end up posting~

Hero and Seek

“Well, we’re all together now, so let’s have some fun, all right? Don’t worry, it’s really simple. One person is the ‘demon’, and the others have to hide from him.” “Eh? A ‘demon’? But that’s scary!” Three pairs of eyes turned up to her in fear. Those eyes, which screamed and streamed the stark color of blood the first time she saw them – not just from tears, but from the ‘monster’ they believed dwelled deep within. She thought for a moment, then removed her scarf. “How about this then? Whoever’s the ‘hero’ has to find and rescue the others. It’s a very important Blindfold Brigade mission!”

I’ll start with the one Kagepro fic I did attempt at least, which I described previously here, but is basically about Ayano + the Meka Trio playing “Hide and Seek” for the first time. (I actually had it originally titled as that but just came up with this new version on the spot lol I’m so clever~) For some reason I’ve always been hesitant about reading/writing Kagefic, but I actually got a fair bit farther in this than I thought, so perhaps I should try to finish it someday... Princes and Frogs

“K-Koizumi-senpai… Um… Please go out with me!” Itsuki stared down at the tiny underclassman, watching a rose mantle spread slowly over her cheeks as she gazed back with shy, but determined hope in her bespectacled eyes. The older boy could make out his own handsome face reflected off the lens, a virtual image embellished by sparkling hearts and stars. With dim satisfaction and relief, Itsuki ensured that his bright, patient smile betrayed no hint of the weary sigh that whispered behind it.

This is an intro excerpt of the first chapter I planned to write for an ItsuHaru fic from The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya, which I only ever posted the prologue for. ItsuHaru was my first obsessive OTP, and I still think about returning to this story someday (especially since I have now proven to myself I *can* finish a full chapter fic if I put my mind to it), but it’s been so long I feel like I’d need to refresh my memory of the whole series/am still holding out hope for a Season 3 to motivate me again. *shot*

Fall to Pieces

As Itsuki stared at Yuki’s vacant visage, his resentment kept building. His hands clenched, rigidly gripping the edge of the table. Somehow, it just didn’t seem fair. That she could so easily ignore the madness fate had dealt them, never reveal any signs of suffering or bitterness towards her situation, and yet always, always wear the same damn expression on her face. How could she possibly stand it? He can’t stand it. (any more)

An ItsuYuki one-shot, where Itsuki basically blows up at her from pent-up frustration over having to wear a mask all the time and his hidden feelings for Haruhi. The two start to form a connection over their respective “unrequited loves”/understanding of each other’s pain, and one thing leads to another... Like “Heroes and Thieves”, this is in fact technically “complete”, since I actually used the leftover steam from the former towards finishing at least one thing I started a long time ago - although I’m still not sure I’m totally satisfied with it/kinda want to wait to figure out what I’m doing with my other ItsuHaru fics before I publish it by itself. (Incidentally the working title comes from an Avril Lavigne song lol.)

Little White Lies

“Perhaps the best thing for the princess would have been to fall in love. But how a princess who had no gravity could fall into anything is a difficulty--perhaps the difficulty.” -George MacDonald, The Light Princess - Haruhi Suzumiya was walking on air. Itsuki could tell by the way she glided into the clubroom, sailing like a paper airplane – or a balloon with an inflated ego to match.

...Yeah that’s as far as I got with this. This was meant to be a “White Day” story, which is Japan’s “answer holiday” to Valentine’s Day, where guys reciprocate by giving gifts to the girls who gave them chocolates. I always wondered how the boys actually responded in-universe, and I imagine Itsuki secretly stressing out a lot about taking care to not upstage Kyon, but at the same time wanting to sincerely express his genuine appreciation and feelings towards Haruhi - whatever they may be. In the end, he settles on a copy of “The Light Princess” by George MacDonald, which I highly recommend reading since it reminds me so much of this pair, and in general is such a fun and snappy “tongue-in-cheek” take on the fairytale genre. Sora in Wonderland

But wait- this one was a bit different from all its brothers and sisters. For one thing, it was wearing a fancy waistcoat with pockets- and sleeves that were far too long for it. As soon as it passed by her head, it stopped and slowly turned its head around to stare directly at her with its huge circular yellow eyes. Sora stared vacantly back for a full five seconds before the information registered in her brain and she suddenly yelled, “Hey!”, and sat bolt upright. The Heartless panicked upon hearing her voice and fled at top speed across the white sands, headed towards an opening in the rocks; Sora jumped down off her perch and immediately chased after it, no longer caring about the heat. The Heartless hastily disappeared inside the cave, and Sora soon followed after, determined to catch the freaky little thing and ask it some questions, like what it was doing on the island at this time, and where on earth did it get a waistcoat.

OKAY SO I TOTALLY FORGOT THIS WAS A THING but apparently I tried to write a Kingdom Hearts parody of “Alice in Wonderland” lmao. I’ve never actually played the games (aside from half of CoM), but it was probably inspired by a crossover art my friend drew? ^^; Also Sora is a girl in this bc that’s my headcanon and I’m sticking to it. XP *shot* Note: The following fics are all Pokémon-related so I’ll just be listing them in roughly chronological order (from most recent to ancient, although they’re all pretty old at this point). Stranger

The elder slowly rose to his feet, gazing at the boy, the champion, the stranger. “In all this time, why didn’t you come back? You could have seen for yourself how she was.” Lance wanted to yell something defiant, like a child. But he wasn’t a child. Children were forgiven for their mistakes. And he didn’t want to be forgiven. The professor’s ancient hand came to rest on the boy’s shoulder. “It’s the way this town works. We don’t talk about things that happen outside our own world. Maybe it was too long ago – too late for you to understand.” Lance didn’t say anything. “At least talk to Delia. She’s been wanting to see you.” “Sorry. It’s too late.” “You’re a bastard.” “I know.”

So this looks to be among the last things I’d written before taking a long break from fanfiction circa... 2007, jeeze. Over 10 years, huh. But, I think it speaks a certain amount of maturity that it’s the piece I liked most upon rediscovering. It’s based on an idea I once had that Lance was (unknowingly) Gary Oak’s father, and he was friends/rivals with Ash’s father, who originally won the title of Champion but relinquished it so he could be with his “wife” and kid (or rather, then-pregnant teenage girlfriend). *Something* happened though (I forget what I had in mind) and he ended up dying, leaving Lance bitter and depressed so he refused to return to Pallet Town because of too many painful memories. (Though he *cough* “comforted” their other female childhood friend for one night of drunken grief before he left. ;() What I like most about it honestly is the parallels bw Lance’s relationship with Ash’s dad and their sons’, and that amidst all the angst I enjoyed portraying the earnest energy and optimism of Ketchum(?) senior (”like father like son” after all). I was definitely inspired by Mitsuki’s father in Full Moon wo Sagashite/Maes Hughes from Fullmetal Alchemist by making him a total “dork dad” who’d brag about his (illegitimate) family on national TV during the championship tournament lol.

Ihavenoidea

Either way, I get the feeling this really wasn’t what I had in mind when I made my decision to quit training. I mean that in an intuitive sort of way. Like, sometimes I feel as if I’m not meant to be here, like my life should have ended up differently someplace else. Perhaps this is just one of those weird inconsistencies I told you about. Perhaps not. Even after all that’s happened to me recently, I still can’t really be sure about it.

...No seriously, I have no idea where I was going with this. As far as I can tell it’s written from the POV of Gary Oak, whom I’ve always had a lot of... “complicated” feelings towards. It probably has something to do with another concept I’ll discuss next, although for some reason it sounds like I was going for some sort of AU? *shrug* By contrast to the above, it reads like a whiny teenager complaining about his life - which makes me cringe but is probably an accurate portrayal of who I was at the time. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ This one was actually dated a little after the previous, so my best guess is it was some kind of vent rant where I would “give up” writing/creating and “childish” ideals for a while, as I was wont to do - but I still always come back to it somehow... RainbowMolly

Molly stepped out from the car and onto the dusty road, her heart beating wildly. She could hardly believe she was actually here, of all places. The ride had been long and mind-numbing with anticipation, and now that they’d finally arrived at the destination, it all felt somewhat surreal to her. A small bear clambered out from the vehicle, joining her as she stopped to take in the rustic view that met her bright blue eyes. She smiled and picked up her Teddiursa, cuddling its warm, fuzzy body close to her own. Her gaze traveled down the road which stretched in both directions, houses lining up against its margins. She followed it with her eyes towards a hill in the distance, on top of which sat what looked like a quaint little farmhouse with a windmill, turning in the summer breeze. She breathed in the country air, catching whiff of a faint salt smell from an ocean in the distance. So this was Pallet Town.

...Why I didn’t actually name the file “Chasing Rainbows” - which was the title I had planned for this - I don’t know. This dates back to an old idea I had where I believed Molly Hale from the third Pokémon movie was secretly the true “God” of the Pokémon world - in the sense that the entire universe was an unknowing fantasy of her own creation, similar to Haruhi Suzumiya (ok fine this was totally a crossover/rip-off of the same concept so sue me OTL). In a place where children never seem to grow up and can go on grand fantastical adventures forever, Gary always struck me as an anomaly who willingly *chose* to forego such a life to pursue more “adult” interests by becoming a researcher. So I saw him as filling the role of “Kyon” - the cynical narrator who was destined to ground “God” and bring her back down to earth, but at the same time be won over by her innocence and charm and learn to appreciate “kids’ stuff” again. However, the Legendaries were actually aware of the power Molly holds, and so saw Gary as a threat to their very being - as by “waking” the dreamer and having her face reality meant erasing their kinds’ entire existence. As the “apocalypse” nearly occurred in the third film, Mew and Celebi took on human disguises (in the form of May and Max respectively) to investigate Ash, who was able to calm Molly and “save” the world by “perpetuating” the delusion (and whom Molly totally has a crush on btw *shot*). So it’s a bit of a love triangle lol, with Mew and Celebi (*cough* an alien and a time traveler, get it? *shot*) acting as mediators/interference. (Although Mew might’ve secretly shipped Gary and Molly herself. ;O)

Betrayal

And these blades, these damned scythes that attached themselves to my arms when I was born, a curse upon me since birth, though it had not been apparent up until now. They were covered with blood, the vital crimson liquid that flows through our bodies, now dripping down the steel surface in a webbed pattern, drops beginning to splatter the pure, emerald grass below. The arm felt heavy and weak as I tried to lift it, as if it did not belong to me, but that was only a wishful thought. I gazed calmly at it, inspecting the intricate designs the flow of the substance had created, as if it were an abstract piece of artwork. Tentatively, a pink tongue rolled out and caught a small droplet of it just before it fell from the sharp edge, just to convince myself that it was real. The semi-sweet, metallic taste confirmed this. I had indeed taken these men’s lives, just as I had taken hers.

So I remember this was written from the POV of a Scyther who seemingly went on a murderous rampage. I only know that I wanted to give him an “Edward Scissorhands”-like story, since the idea of having such sharp objects attached to one’s limbs so that one could never directly “touch” another without being a danger is pretty tragic. I suspect “her” was someone (a human?) he cared about but killed by accident, and after that he was only seen as a symbol of power/treated as a tool to incite fear before eventually rebelling against his “master”... Roses

“If you love someone, you should give them something that’s yours. That shows how much you care for them.” In the darkness, I pictured his smiling face, explaining to me as he wrapped a present for his girlfriend. His blue eyes were shining with a sort of spirit unfamiliar to me; I guessed, a feeling of love.

Another “dark” take on a Pokémon’s biology (I really liked writing explorations of those back then lol), this time of Roselia. The idea was that a Roselia was so in love with her trainer that she would do anything for him - including allow him to cut off her arms so he could give them to his girlfriend. I actually ended up turning it into a poem at one point:

Love is like a rose they say, And affection leads to grief they warned. For in the end love betrays, Its Beauty maimed by a poisoned thorn. You gave me pure water with a smile. Your cheerful face became my sun. I offered up my blood to you, And in return demanded none. Chop off my wrists, and tie them together. I’ll gladly bleed myself to death. In order to give you that which I hold most dear. My dear, my dear, Won’t you accept this bouquet? You take it, smiling warily. A blush creeps onto your face. And in those eyes I can see A garden of roses stretched out, Composing a wondrous place. Then you bound my hands in lace, And brought them to the girl next door. You presented them to her with grace. … My blood continued to pour.

Fanfic

She smiled at me, although something about her expression indicated something wasn't quite right. I watched as she glanced over towards the west, her gaze lingering momentarily on the setting sun. The glowing, orange sphere was slowly sinking behind the distant mountains, peaks cloaked in a pale, lavender haze illuminated by flickering beams of gold and scarlet cast across the horizon.

More accurately, I found this buried in a “catch-all” file where I had several (mostly finished) fics saved. This was meant to be from the POV of an Eevee who had just evolved - supposedly into an Espeon due to happiness and bond with her trainer, which is what both wanted. However, since it took place at sunset, she didn’t realize she had become an Umbreon instead, and her trainer ended up abandoning her for it. ;( It was a warm

Children’s shrieks and laughter echoed across the park as they flocked towards each other, and soon were chasing one another round the playground, weaving in and out between the swings as they partook in an innocent game of Tag. One child was It; she was trying desperately to catch one of her friends so that they would take over the job instead. Then it would be her turn to run away, for none of them wished to play the loathsome role of It. Or was it because they feared being tainted by the person’s touch? It must have been one of the two, for while she would struggle to reach them, catch hold of them, they would only flee, thoroughly enjoying the fact that they were vexing her. Twice she nearly caught one. Her fingertips were almost within reach of one of the other girls’ dresses, whose russet tresses were flowing wildly from the rush of movement and shining with golden highlights as the rays of the sun struck individual strands. The target shrieked and shook her head, whisking her skirt free in time to escape capture, laughing with glee at the sight of the girl left behind, miserable and alone.

Yeah I totally just went with the default beginning of the first sentence lol. I guess this comes full circle with the first Kagepro fic I mentioned (although I’m not even sure I was aware back then that the Japanese version of the game literally called “It” a “demon”, which is even more fitting). I believe this was part of a Pokémon series I was writing involving a creepy little girl and Mewtwo who would bring about the end of the world or something like that, but generally I guess I was just going for a “Catcher in the Rye” feel. *shrug* Golden Lights

The pale, rosy fingers of dawn were filtering in through the Granite Cave entrance, basking a small area near the opening in pinkish illumination. Just out of reach of its expanse sat little Mika, huddled in the gloom of the shadows, watching the light creep steadily towards her as the glowing ball of fire rose slowly towards the East. She knew about the Light that came from Outside. There were plenty other small apertures broken into the cavern walls and ceiling that allowed some thin streams of gold brilliance to trickle through. She had always done well to avoid them. The brightness was like poison to her skin. But they weren’t the Lights she’d had described to her by the old Crobat that always resided now deeper within the underground chambers, dozing now, most likely. He wouldn’t awaken until night came round, and she did not wish to rouse him and perhaps disturb him from a pleasant dream. She was very wise about things like that, being the young child that she was. Still, she would have liked to hear a story to comfort her just then.

Last one I could find, about a Sableye who, like Icarus, literally “flew too close to the sun”. In this interpretation I imagined that Sableye were creatures who could not stand sunlight at all, as it would cause their skin to burn. But Mika (pronounced like “Mica”) always dreamed of going outside to see the “Light” anyway. She was eventually tempted by Mew to leave the cavern under her angelic PROTECTion and step into the Light, who was acting as Ho-Oh’s messenger to “recruit” souls to “live eternal as an element of Ho-Oh’s Guarding Flame“, as the PROTECT faded and a “holy fire” began to spread. I guess I was going for a Biblical/”Rapture”-esque reference. (...Man I sure was obsessed with the endtimes as a kid. *shot*)

#Kagerou Project #Tateyama Ayano #Mekakushi Trio #Suzumiya Haruhi no Yuuutsu #ItsuHaru #ItsuYuki #Pokemon #Gary Oak #Molly Hale #fanfiction #starstories #astrologista #atsushishelteredinmoonlitjasmine #benditlikegumby #cryptoriawebb #ibmiller #iceperialprincess #otherwise uncolonized

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yoinenchuugumi · 5 years

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Proof - A YouAoi Fic

This is the first fic I’ve written in literal years and it’s YouAoi. I’ve betrayed my own OTP.

You has been in a relationship with Aoi for a month now. Yet he can’t stop thinking that he may not be the only one who is on Aoi’s mind.

I remember that day as if it were yesterday.

All my life, I thought I was only into girls. Sure, I could appreciate a good-looking man, but I thought it was all about the large breasts and the voluptuous curves that only a woman possessed. But he, no, he was different, and bisexuality is most certainly a thing.

His sparkling blue eyes lit up whatever room he was in. His sweet smile, a smile so innocent and filled with pure joy, chased away the darkness of whoever looked at him. He was always at the top of the popularity polls for a reason, he was our sunshine, our heart, and our beloved prince.

He was my beloved Aoi-chan.

I remember the first time I met Aoi-chan. He was introduced as a Gravi member, shyly standing behind Arata, who looked like he couldn’t care less. “I’m You,” I said, outstretching a welcoming hand to Aoi-chan. A sweet smile. “I’m Aoi Satsuki. It’s nice to meet you, Haduki-san.”

Haduki-san, eh? Kind and well-mannered, that I could tell from a mile away. Man, TsukiPro really found the most quintessential blond, blue eyed prince character, didn’t they?

“Nice to meet you, Aoi-chan.”

Yoru, my best childhood friend was standing next to me, and in my peripheral vision I could see his eyes grow wider than Kuroda’s after he was caught stealing food. “You~~,” he snapped. “Manners!”

But Aoi only laughed, a melodic sound that filled my body with jubilant tingles, and smiled at me. “Aoi-chan is fine.”

I didn’t know it at that time, but I had already fallen for him.

“Mmm.” A soft voice next to me.

I beamed, running my fingers through his soft, fluffy blond hair, gently massaging his scalp. In my musings, I hadn’t realized it was morning and past both of our times to wake up. We had been dating for a month already and really weren’t supposed to show any romantic displays of affection. Hajime, Shun, and probably the rest of the guys knew about our relationship (how could they not, I could barely look at Aoi without blushing) but we were strictly forbidden from acting like a couple in public. So I was forced to rely on these fleeting moments, waking up in a bed that was slightly too small for two people, next to the person I loved so.

“You?”

I frowned. I knew him well enough to know that his voice was hoarse. Sick? Sick again? He had just gotten over a nasty bout of the flu about a week ago. Was this a continuation of the flu? Another illness? I positioned my hand to lay gently on his head, and I glowered again. Yep. He definitely had a fever.

“You’re sick again.”

“Mmm? Am I?” Aoi asked as if he somehow didn’t know, adorably attempting to rub the sleep out of his eyes.

“You have a fever,” I said firmly yet gently at the same time, kissing his bare shoulder, exposed by my old oversized tee that he slept in. Aoi gave me a cheeky grin, one he flashed whenever he was feeling slightly mischievous.

“You’re right, it is hot in here, but I don’t think a fever is the source of the heat,” he whispered, his voice tingling my every senses, nuzzling against me. I could only chuckle at his terrible corny line which was definitely part of his many charms.

“Oi,” I said, resisting every urge I had to just give myself to him then and there. “You’re sick. You should rest today.”

“Don’t wanna,” He pouted childishly, biting gently at my neck, his surefire sign that he was in the mood and more than ready. I hesitated for a brief second, not wanting to take advantage of my feverish and slightly delirious partner, but caved into my instinct and pulled the already too large shirt down a touch further…

“Get a room, will ya?”

See, this is the reason why the other group members should not have access to master keys.

I scowled, the mood immediately ruined, and turned to face the invader. Arata.

“This is my room,” I grumbled, knowing full well Arata would ignore me.

“Arata!” Aoi perked up, as he always did when Arata, his childhood best friend was around. He straightened immediately, breathing a touch heavier from his fever, his soft breath warm against my cheek.

Try as I might, I couldn’t stop the irritated green-eyed-monster that dwelled deep within my subconscious. Arata had already given me his “permission” to date Aoi—not like I needed it, mind you!—and Aoi had already assured me time and time again that his feelings for Arata were platonic in nature, but…but…

I instinctively pulled Aoi even closer to me, kissing him on the cheek. Much to my dismay, Aoi gently pulled away, fumbling with the covers and stumbling out of bed to greet his childhood friend, looking absolutely adorable in nothing but my oversized t-shirt.

“What’s up?” Aoi coughed almost immediately after his question. I reached out to comfort him, to rub his back, but Arata beat me to it, patting Aoi on the shoulder and flicking him on his forehead.

“Sick people should stay in bed,” he said soothingly.

My brow furrowed in displeasure. Platonic feelings or not, there was no doubt that Arata was a different, kinder person when he was around Aoi.

I hated it.

It was awfully selfish of me to hate it, but I hated it nonetheless. Aoi looked at Arata differently than he looked at me, differently than he looked at anybody, really. He never showed that level of comfort around me. Yoru tried to tell me it was because our relationship was still relatively new while he and Arata had been friends since the beginning, but that advice did far more harm than good.

Will I ever be more important than him?

I was so caught up in my internal rant that I hadn’t noticed Aoi place a gentle hand on my left shoulder, as if he was fully aware of my insecurities and trying to subtly reassure me that he was still mine.

“You’re right,” Aoi said, “I really am not feeling well. I’ll go to back to bed.”

Oh, so you’ll listen to him, but not me. I see how it is.

“Cool. I just came in to grab something, so I’ll see you later, then.” Arata held something up, what exactly he had stolen from my room, I hadn’t noticed. I was far more concerned with the dignity Arata had robbed from me. A soft click indicated that Arata had left the room.

Aoi coughed again and side, leaning next to me as he sat back down on the bed.

“You.”

I didn’t answer, lost in a maze of my own thoughts.

“You.” A sweet kiss on my lips. He may have kissed me, but was his heart truly with me, or were his thoughts following Arata out the door?

I didn’t hear the pained sniffle, nor did I feel the tremor from his shaking fingers.

“You!” Aoi rubbed his cheek against mine to get my attention, and while I felt the unnatural warmth from his fever, I also felt an unsettling damp sensation.

Damp? Was he sweating from the fever? Wait…

With all my willpower, I forced myself to swim out of my sea of insecurities back to reality, greeted by a crying Aoi.

Aoi was crying.

I cursed, furious at myself for ever hurting him so much that he cried, and pulled him into a deep embrace, resting my head on his and rubbing circles on his heaving back. Aoi gasped for air as he cried, his already weakened lungs struggling to breathe. I fought back my own tears that threatened to fall.

Why did this always happen when Arata was involved?

Why do I do this!?

“I’m sorry,” Aoi choked out between a mixture of sniffles, coughs, and sobs. “I’m so sorry.”

Why are you apologizing? I’m the one that’s selfish.

I kissed the top of his head, desperately trying to find something to tell him to calm him, to tell him it was my fault, that I was the jealous boyfriend that couldn’t stand it when his partner merely exchanged two words with another man…

I opened my mouth to speak, but Aoi beat me to it.

“Arata is and always will be important to me,” he choked. “But…but…if it makes you upset, I can tell him not to—”

My eyes widened. No way in hell I was letting him finish that statement.

“Aoi-chan,” I said firmly, pulling him back slightly so I could force him to stare at him. The sight of my beloved, flushed from a fever, tears streaming down his face, a runny nose, and disheveled hair was enough for tears to fall down my own face. I hated myself sometimes. Aoi must have sensed my jealousy and insecurities and immediately blamed himself for causing my internal conflict. He really was too kind for his own good.

It was one of the many things I loved so.

“You said it yourself,” I said, my own voice hitching from my terrible attempt to hold back my own tears, “Arata is important to you. What kind of partner would I be if I didn’t treasure that relationship as much as you did?”

“But…I see how it makes you feel, that pained look in your eyes, that self-deprecating look that you always torture yourself with…” he broke off into a fit of coughing and I pulled him close to me again, caressing his forehead tenderly. “I don’t know how I can prove to you that you’re the one I’m in love with.”

What kind of proof did I want?

I glanced down at him, relishing in our tender embrace. I chuckled, brushing away that nagging gremlin in the back of my head away, even if it was for a brief moment.

Just having Aoi here in my arms was all the proof I could ever need.

Okay, jealous You is adorable.

Well, that was supposed to go one way and then it went another way. Then I didn’t want it to drag so I ended it. I meant it when I said this was the first fic I’d written in oh, about 5 years now, so please bear with me. I’ll be getting an AoOO account, I wanted to post this and it hadn’t been created yet. Let me know if you’d be interested in reading some more of my writing, I’m open to requests, but of course I know the Nenchuu-gumi the best. Might be nice to have some prompts to get back into writing, I used to be quite the little fanfic author, maybe I’ll share some old links if I ever get bold enough. ^^

AraAoi is still life, btw.

#tsukiuta #haduki you #satsuki aoi #my fic

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always-la-belle-epoque · 5 years

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Never too late :D fanfic asks no. 1,3,5,6,14,18,24 !

Omg thanks for indulging me @thinkmanythingsofit. Anon asked for 1& 24 too :)

1. favorite fic you wrote this year

FAVORITE? I’m picking 2, both Hicsqueak:

levitating cause we want to (after midnight we could feel it all)

i’m humbled by the passing of time (i am brought down onto my knees)

3. favorite line/scene you wrote this year

If we did fav lines we’d be here all night, so scenes…

Mildred and Hecate and Pippa on their picnic where they make a flower into a gramophone and Hecate very shyly makes flowers into butterflies. Also in the same chapter where Hecate and Pippa turn the ceiling into stars. - help me when i fall to walk unafraid (i’ll be clumsy instead)

Pippa braiding starliss into Hecate’s hair in the flashback, Broomhead criticizing it and Hecate pushing Pippa away and saying she didn’t like it. Years later, Pippa gathering Hecate’s hair in her hands until her fingers poke out like the flower crown and Hecate breaking down and saying she liked the flowers in her hair that day. - i’m trying to find my peace (i was made to believe there’s something wrong with me)

Pippa getting so angry that water actually burns her and then she’s even more furious that the rumors of witches and water must hold some truth - i wanna grow up from the rhythm of a younger heart (it leads just like a river runs)

The lore about the Candle in pervigilo and how it’s tied to Pippa’s fate. And also the backstory of Hecate’s mother’s death and how serious she knows the situation to be.

Hecate chasing Pippa down on her broom and Pippa leading them into a storm because she’s Big Mad. Both of them competing with the other to get the upper hand and it’s really just one big metaphor for their sexual tension. Which later they (thankfully) acknowledge. - now i’m lace-like for the rain to come through

Wait no, I lied, will quote:

She allows herself to remember more - Pippa’s mouth warm against her own, and later warm against her chilled skin. How careful she’d been, how gentle. How slowly she’d unbuttoned Hecate’s top and slid her hands around her back, drawing her closer. How the whole room had felt like a secret world, time standing still; the grey darkness outside, the heat within, the sound of rain against the windows.

- Hecate remembering her first time with Pippa in i once performed a holy rite and also:

“We were laughing,” Hecate whispers, curling her fingers into fists against her stomach. “I don’t remember why, but we were laughing.”

“I remember standing so close to you -

“There were raindrops on your eyelashes.” Hecate’s eyes slide shut again.

“Yours too.”

And anytime I get to write Dimity Drill. That woman is a JOY.

5. most popular fic this year

she said love don’t come easy (it’s a game of give and take)Hecate Hardbroom/Pippa Pentangle, The Worst Witch Kudos: 523 Bookmarks: 67

6. least popular fic this year

and i’ll be waiting for the light (that guides us through the worst of nights) Erin Gilbert/Jillian Holtzmann, Ghostbusters (2016)Kudos: 127 Bookmarks: 13

14. a fic you didn’t expect to write

help me when i fall to walk unafraid (i’ll be clumsy instead)

I set out to write what (eventually) became she said love don’t come easy and this fic really took me by surprise. I was really uncertain about it. I felt I had to be very careful because I never wanted Julie’s death to be a mechanism for Pippa and Hecate to suddenly be mothers to Mildred. I didn’t want Julie to just be…removed. And I absolutely wanted to avoid Hecate and Pippa finding happiness at Julie Hubble’s expense. And I wanted to explore how complicated the situation would be - for Mildred, for Hecate, for Pippa. I’m really proud of this fic, I think Julie is in the whole story in a way that felt very important to me. I like that it’s a found family fic more than an adoption fic, and that everyone took a long time to get to where they end up. And that the fic is more about navigating relationships, trust building, grief, healing, learning, growing, etc. It took my by surprise. I feel like it wrote to me, not I wrote it…it just happened. I’m really grateful for all the people this fic brought into my life.

18. current number of wips

1 swan queen, ouat1 bering and wells, warehouse 131 charlotte wells/lady fitz, harlots2 erin/holtz, ghostbusters5 hicksqueak, the worst witch (the only ones i will probably actually finish lol)

24. favorite fic you read this year

Hicksqueak:

Miss Pentangle’s Seminar For The Modern Magic Teacher by amycarey

there’s ice in the mirror (and it’s melting now) by littlelamplight / @foxx-queen

you’re the only place i truly feel as though i can be me by borrowthemoonlight / @hecatesoftbroom

Swan Queen (forever OTP lol)

autocorrect claims another victim (and this one’s gonna be a bloodbath) by coalitiongirl

where dwell the brave at heart by coalitiongirl

#this is so long!#but thank you for indulging meeee #2018 fanfic meme #hicsqueak #hicsqueak fic #hecate hardbroom #pippa pentangle #i have really loved writing #thank you everyone who reads #bless your hearts #ask me #asks #my fic

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dontshootmespence · 6 years

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Broken Homes Fix Broken Hearts

Chapter 18

@veroinnumera and I are at the halfway point for what we have written and we still have more to go! We love these two. They are the OG OTP. Please give us feedback. It is crack.

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And then the phone rang.

He was about to throw it against the wall, another random number - but something made him answer it. “Morgan,” he practically whispered.

“Agent Morgan,” Carter said coolly. “I’m still out here. Come and find me.”

The dead silence on the other end made Derek throw his phone against the outside of the building. Spinning around, he grabbed Reid’s phone and dialed Garcia. “Track the call that just came into my phone, now.” He instructed, voice breaking as he listened to her start typing “please….please babygirl.”

Penelope could hear the strain in his voice. He was breaking. ��The last location of this phone was at 12 Yenton Drive, Manassas. The house belonged to a woman named Kerry Grimm.”

Nothing was said. No goodbye. No thank. Just drive.

“Where are you going?” JJ asked.

“That was Carter. I’m going to find him. Come or don’t, but I’m going.”

Derek broke into a sprint toward the BAU’s car, revving the engine and peeling down the street. “We have to go after him,” Hotch said. From experience, he knew that Morgan was about to do something he was going to regret.

Once again it felt like the gas pedal couldn’t be pressed far enough into the floor to go as fast as he needed to.

But eventually Derek pulled up at a quaint looking colonial painted canary yellow. It looked like the type of place out of some tourist guidebook or advertisement. But today it was his worst nightmare.

Without even checking the lock, he kicked the front door in. After it thundered to the ground, an eerie silence fell over the entire dwelling. Gun raised, he began to search the house. The only sound was his own blood roaring in his ears.

He wanted to find this-this-there wasn’t a word terrible enough for him, and he wanted to kill him. To watch the light leave his eyes and know that he was gone forever.

Derek peered around corner after corner, finding nothing a well-furnished house with a couple of knick knacks. And then he passed the back window and saw Carter pacing back and forth calmly, hands behind his back.

On ingrained instinct, he yelled. “FBI! Hands up!”

Despite what everything in his brain was telling him, his instinct - deep down in his muscles - was to bring him in to face justice. “Carter. Hands up. Now.”

“I don’t think so, Agent Morgan. Would you like to know the last words she spoke before she died?”

His finger twitched over the trigger, his jaw clenched so hard he thought it might crack. “No.”

“Derek! Please! I can’t breathe!” Carter said in a high-pitched voice.

Within a split second, Carter pulled something out from behind his back, leaving Derek no choice but to shoot. The bullet pierced his heart just as Derek screamed until he was hoarse - his world shattered.

Carter fell onto the grass, grinning as blood began to stain his clothes. “You just shot an unarmed man,” he panted. “And now you’ve killed her all over again.” His eyes rolled back in his head as his chest fell one final time. He was gone.

Derek fell to his knees, catching a glimpse of the glinting metal object in Carter’s lifeless hand.

“Derek!”

No. No. Her voice wasn’t going to leave him. He was going to hear her pleading for the rest of his life.

“Derek!?”

It was louder this time.

And it wasn’t a gun Carter had been clutching….it was a timer.

He sprinted to the shed as Juliet called out for him over and over again. Prying the doors open, ignoring the places where the metal had cut into his skin, Derek raced inside.

And there she was.

Across her chest, bright red numbers ticked downward. 5:00, 4:59, 4:58…

“Baby, I’m so sorry, I’m gonna get you out of here.”

His eyes quickly scanned the bomb. He was going to have three chances to disarm it. If he failed three times they’d both be blown sky high. “He’s a narcissist. The code will have a special meaning to him.”

Thoughts sped through his mind at a mile a minute.

“His birthday?” Juliet offered.

Derek punched in the numbers Juliet told him, feeling the blood rush through his veins as 30 seconds instantly drained from the clock.

Juliet gasped. “Please, Derek. Get out of here. I can’t die knowing I took you with me.”

“I’m not leaving you.”

“Please!” She screeched. Her throat was raw from screaming. “Please, don’t let me watch you die!”

“I will not leave you,” he said firmly.

They would either go home together or he would die right here.

“The day you met?” He wondered. “You were his obsession.”

Reluctantly, Juliet gave him another set of numbers, watching his face drain of color as another 30 seconds disappeared. They were down to two minutes.

“Go. Please go,” she pleaded, voice breaking as her vision began to blur with tears. “You need to live, Derek. There are people who need you. So let me go.”

He shook his head, fighting off the tremors that threatened to overtake his body. He couldn’t lose her. Not again. Not like this. “A long time ago, I promised that you were stuck with me. I’m not breaking that promise, Juliet.”

They smiled at each other for a second, laughing through the tears. Fate sure had a sense of humor.

And she had before….

“Derek! The day I tried to kill myself. Maybe that’s it. He thought he’d won.”

That had to be it.

With 59 seconds left, Derek slowly punched in the numbers, taking nearly 10 seconds to press the final one.

And then it stopped.

28 seconds left.

Juliet’s head collapsed onto his shoulder. “Oh god!”

“It’s over,” Derek soothed, untying the ropes around her. “It’s over. He can’t hurt you anymore.”

“I’m so sorry,” she sobbed.

Derek held her close, his heart still racing just as fast as before. She was alive. That was all that mattered. “You have nothing to be sorry about, do you hear me? Nothing. He made his choices.”

As she cried on his shoulder, relief flooding through her system along with a whole host of other emotions she couldn’t quite name or care about in the moment, the rest of the team showed up on site.

The next several hours were a blur of questions from police and doctors checking her pupils for reactivity. Derek didn’t leave her side once. It was as if the idea of her being out of sight was unfathomable. Juliet didn’t mind. She was just as terrified of letting go of his hand, which had probably gone numb after being gripped tightly in her own for hours. But he didn’t seem to mind.

Rossi insisted on driving them home. Reid offered but even in this state Derek knew better than to give the kid keys.

Home. He had called it home. And it felt like it. It felt like he belonged curled up on that couch in that living room inside that house, because she was there. And that was the only place he ever wanted to be.

“We don’t have to say or do anything at all, just...sit with me?”

Juliet swallowed back a sob and collapsed into Derek’s arms on the couch. What had just happened? Carter was gone. That’s what happened. She should be thrilled. But she wasn’t. All she could do was stare off into the distance.

They spent hours like that and she curled into the warmth and strength of his body. She practically wanted to cry when a knock shocked her out of her daze.

Peeling himself away slowly, Derek strode to the door and looked out to see Hotch. “Morgan, it’s me. Open up.”

“What is it, Hotch?” He was too tired for this.

His boss hesitated to speak - a rare occurrence. “I need to take your badge and gun. The director wants you investigated regarding the death of Carter Morconi.

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viiisenyas · 2 years

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#otp: what dwells within the heart #i'll admit I went a little apeshit lololol #SHE HAS PANTS ON FFS LOL #screenshots #can't wait to do solas next ehehehehe #i've got some ideas for my new lavellan 0u0

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ofwillowsandgreenfieldshasmoved · 5 years

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Drabbles: Saving an Innocent

OTP: Fate Brought Us Together ; So Baby Just Enjoy The Ride

@bstnbred

Tears were shed, but it wasn’t only the surrounding loved ones of the small child that were crying. Lydia turned her silvery blue gaze to the window, watching as raindrops hit the window of the hospital room; dark clouds loomed overhead, the crack of thunder and lightning breaking through the darkness. The Heavens were sad and angry, for the precious little life snuffed out because of unnecessary negligence. But now wasn’t the time to blame and cast guilt. Now was a time for mourning and grieving.

From outside the door, the elderly witch can hear the voices of her youngest granddaughter and the son of her late son-in-law conversing, their tones filled with heavy sadness but also concern. “She’s not picking up…” Katrina sobbed. “I don’t know where she could have gone. What do we go, Austin?” The young man couldn’t answer, for he didn’t know as well. Lydia frowned deeply, eyes falling back onto the lifeless little girl. Her great-granddaughter, Ellie, was still hooked to the hospital machines, the doctors leaving them to have some time with her before they would take her away down to the morgue. Withered and wrinkled fingers gently stroke the little one’s hair, clumps of blood still tangled in her beautiful locks. Where indeed had her granddaughter, Ellie’s mother, run off to? Lydia understood the devastating grief she was suffering - she truly understood, having lost a child of her own once, Jade and Katrina’s aunt, when she was only a child. But to have run away at a time like this…Jade’s place should have been here, SHE should have been sitting at Ellie’s bedside, saying a final goodbye.

Lydia feared the worst. The loss of a child…it was unimaginable and traumatic, it was the ultimate suffering. And for their family in particular, that did not bode well for her granddaughter…Not when within every witch of their bloodline dwelled a terrible and powerful curse, one that fed one the misery and pain its host endured. If the elder woman had to guess, it was perhaps too late for her granddaughter - but that was a thought she didnot want to believe.

“Who’s there?”

No response. Perhaps her aged mind was playing tricks on her, but she could have swore she sensed the presence of another, one that was unfamiliar to the witch. She was about to wave it off as nothing, but the aura grew stronger all of a sudden - it was thick with the scent of death. And then, seconds later, a man suddenly stood within the room with her and the lifeless child, as though he appeared out of thin air. Lydia stared stunned at the stranger, yet she was not alarmed. Despite the aura of death he carried and his physically intimidating appearance, she did not sense any ill intention from this man. He came in peace and, after a brief exchange of words, Lydia discovered the reason he was here.

“Ah, yes…I see,” the elderly witch replied, frowning again, her voice softening. “I know of your kind. You came for my husband long ago.” A reaper, collector souls, guiding them into the afterlife. She should have known this was coming. The older woman stood from the chair and moved towards the door. “I’ll leave you alone to your work,” she told him, wiping a tear from her eye. “I don’t wish to see this…Not again.” Losing her beloved George was difficult enough, she just didn’t have the heart to watch the last remaining piece of her precious great-grandchild be taken from them - knowing she was gone was painful enough.

Lydia stepped out of the room to find her granddaughter and her brother still trying to get in contact with Jade. They asked her what they should do now, but Lydia didn’t answer, for she herself didn’t know. It was not very long after that that the three of them were alerted by the sound of muffled cries, a tiny voice calling desperately and frighteningly out, “Mommy? Mommy! Mommy, where are you?!” The two witches and the human exchanged glances full of shock and confusion - that voice…It was coming from Ellie’s room! And it was so…familiar! No, it couldn’t be…

The door was thrown open as the three of them rushed into the room only to see that, indeed, the little girl was awake - ALIVE - and crying out for her mother. And not only was she alive, but the wounds and injuries inflicted upon her were completely healed, gone as if she had never been hurt at all. It was…it was unbelievable! Unfathomable, it was…a MIRACLE! “How-How is this possible?” Katrina gasped, after she and Austin took turns hugging their niece and soothing her frightening whispers. No one, not even the doctors that came to re-examine Ellie, could answer that question.

But Lydia could.

“Thank you,” she said to the Reaper, tears of happiness springing from her eyes and she smiled with deep gratefulness. “Thank you so much.” She didn’t quite understand why he had saved the little girl, considering what she knew about his kind, but she would not question nor argue the deed. He had restored her life and brought her back to them - that was all that mattered. Lydia felt more than grateful to him and felt as if she needed to do something in return for his selfless act. The only thing she could think of what to bestow upon him a charm that she carried herself, the small pendent a gift to her from the very little girl he saved. The witch had no issue gifting it to the Reaper, finding it even fitting as though it were a gift from Ellie herself, an offering of thanks for what he did. “Take it,” Lydia told him, smiling warmly. “To remember her. I believe she would want that.” Lydia turned to gaze upon the child, now sitting upright and calmly in the hospital bed, surrounded by her family - except for the one that loved her the most. Ellie met their gaze, her hazel blue eyes staring straight at the Reaper, whom no one else but she and her great-grandmother could see. Ellie waved slightly, her aunt and uncle under the impression that she was gesturing to Lydia when she was really waving at the Reaper. It seemed, perhaps, that while she did not know exactly what had happened, Ellie too could sense what Lydia did. The Reaper saved her life.

If only Jade could be here to see that too.

Lydia would come to discover that her worst fears had come true. Ellie’s death had sent her granddaughter over the edge, the young witch falling prey to the evil that dwelled inside. She became the Darkcaster. It was best then, Lydia decided, to keep the miracle from her granddaughter. Katrina and Austin protested but Lydia would not change her mind, for she knew how dangerous and unpredictable the curse really was.

No, for Ellie’s own sake, Lydia hid her away, to protect her from that evil. And perhaps in turn, spare the Reaper from the wrath of a heart broken mother should the darkness ever find out.

#writings of the muse (drabbles)#otp: fate brought us together ; so baby just enjoy the ride (jade x logan)#in my daughter's eyes (ellie - jade's daughter)#welcome to the floral queue (queue tag)

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stillsolo · 7 years

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♡ + luke

♡ sibling+ sea + dancing + freedomSend me ♡ + a word, and I’ll write a headcanon( drabble ). [ not accepting ]( . here’s 2.7k of bittersweet romantic angst for my otp ily @tatooinelight | @techniiciian

A murmur rippled through the crowd, disrupting Han’s blank staring at the ground. He followed their gaze to the entrance of the center building where Astri had appeared, her silhouette outlined by the flaring backdrop of a dying sun.

Strapped to her lower right thigh was the ceremonial clan dagger that his family had salvaged from the war early on, glinting brightly against the navy blue of her evening gown, perfectly matching the colorful beads slung to her shoulders. Without a doubt, it was the last of the remaining daggers that represented their rank as nobles of Corellia.

With his back rested against a tent beam, Han shifted where he stood, then peered down at his own dagger, rather uncomfortable with parading around anything that disclosed his aristocratic background.

So rooted in denying his bloodline, Han had made no mistake, and argued with Elka until he was breathless, cross-eyed furious, and just about ready to jump ship out of sheer frustration. Fierce loyalty to Corellia and its traditions permitted little room for Elka to understand Han’s viewpoint yet, she’d fallen lenient anyhow.

Han hadn’t bothered to dwell on the reasons why she’d proven merciful and allowed Han to don attire that didn’t remind him of his time spent serving the imperial ranks. Instead of a pressed Corellian uniform, Han delighted in the comfort of a cream-colored tunic and dark trousers. Thin and loose, ideal for the weather this evening.

Across the distance of several meters, their eyes met briefly, and Astri beamed like when she was no larger than a baby krahbu. The memory pulled a small smile from Han. Following a sideways glance informed him, Luke had his eyes on her too, probably just as impressed a rough tomboy such as she cleaned up so well. It was true; Astri was glowing.

Few words could describe a moment like this, where Han could swear Corel must’ve blessed them, what with how light began circling her slim form like a halo — a single cheer exploded.

The crowd erupted in high spirits and joyous laughter, music following Astri’s rallying holler, unsheathed clan dagger held high in the air as their symbol of hope, stirring the hearts of many.

After a moment’s pause, Han joined them.

Luke faced the horizon to watch the mess of barnacled rocks forming the coastline begin to fade in the distance. With the final vestiges of daylight failing, twilight began to beckon at the stars. Like a dream, Luke thought. The holo-images he’d studied in his youth couldn’t come close to this—not now, not when he felt as though he could simply reach out and touch the endless welkin with the tips of his fingers.

Absorbed in his private musings, he didn’t hear the tell-tale crunch of leaves behind him.

❝I wouldn’t stand so close to that Teljan tree, Skywalker. A raptor-wasp colony has nested in her branches.❞

Instinctively, Luke tipped his head back, then grimaced at the buzzing hive hung barely two meters above his head. He swallowed and backed up slowly, so as to not alarm the deadly insects. Out of everything Han had taught Luke while residing on Corellia, the man hadn’t failed to always express a single rule above all: no sudden movements.

❝I … I didn’t see it.❞ Luke flung a haunted look over his shoulder once he was far enough away and moved to stand next to Elka who had her arms crossed, seemingly entranced by her home world’s beauty as Luke had been.

Gentle winds caressing their faces, Luke pondered why wasn’t Elka at the center of the celebration, where she belonged.

As if she’d heard him, Elka chuckled. ❝It’s dinnertime. The banquet will begin as soon as we arrive.❞ Elka tucked a lock of hair behind her ear and smiled, her amber hues twinkling. ❝We can’t begin without you.❞

❝Psst. Sit with me.❞

Luke blinked in confusion. Disorientated by the firelight, he had trouble locating the whispered voice until he felt a gentle tug on his tunic. It was the girl from before. Upon Luke’s second hesitation, she yanked his tunic harder than before.

❝Ah, all right.❞

Luke surrendered and moved to sit cross-legged beside her, clear apprehension jerking the corner of his mouth when he noticed Han sat beside her, and he’d wedged his way between them.

Before he could ask if he had permission to sit here, Luke spotted the many fresh fruits and berries gathered into bowls. Attention duly captured, Luke was quick to note the placement, an arrangement made to encircle the large radius of firelight. This was for sharing.

Always eager to taste any bits of non-synthesized food, Luke plucked a cloudberry from the nearest bowl.

❝Psst.❞

Luke turned to the girl again and saw in her big brown eyes, the slightest glint of amusement. Though he couldn’t see for himself, Luke knew for a fact that Han was grinning.

Were all Corellians like this?

❝Not yet.❞

❝Oh,❞ Luke blew out a winded laugh, setting the fruit back. ❝Sorry.❞

❝My brothers and sisters of Corellia,❞ Elka emerged from the shadows, her voice was strong as she moved gracefully through the assembling crowd, pausing only to ruffle the hair of young children.

Han flattened his palms behind him, his long legs spreading wide over the decorative rug as he weighed his odds of escaping a long, rather unnecessary speech for a drink. Burning suns, Han knew what was coming. Still, he couldn’t bring himself to walk away just yet.

Even as his gut twisted and clenched, warning him that this was it, Han waited patiently, familiarized with preconceived notions coiled tightly in his belly, anticipating an instance such as this. He turned to Elka as she rounded the blaze, a knowing look fell his way. For a fleeting second, she smiled at him, and Han understood he’d long been discovered.

So, Elka knew Han had been looking for such signs as well.

❝Let us give thanks for this bountiful food. And let us also give thanks for the presence … of this brave, young man, whom we honor here tonight.❞

Many eyes followed to where Elka had gestured. Murmurs swept amidst the Corellisi.

Just as jarred, if not more, Luke shook his head with vehemence then dropped his chin. Gripped by a vicious shame and unable to meet the clan leader’s gaze, Luke’s stomach sank at the frenetic whispers buzzed around him. ❝Please, Madame, I wish you wouldn’t. I’ve — I’ve done nothing in my life worth honoring.❞

From where he sat, Han narrowed his eyes at the blatant humility. Quite the far cry from the Imperial Prince he’d encountered months ago, and many a time before that; He straightened up, listening carefully.

Without a stirring of wonder, Elka flashed a look to Han and saw that he as well, recognized within blue eyes, Luke’s honesty, seeing it for what it truly was. She broadcasted a jovial smile. If Luke’s return had surprised her, she didn’t let on.

❝First, you rescue my little Han from The Death Star.❞ Han scowled deeply when Elka crossed the distance to ruffle his hair, his protests falling wordless. ❝Then, you defend my youngest sisters from ekster bandits … You think that is nothing?❞

Luke’s gaze fell again.

Elka leaned down, her cool fingertips ghosting over blond fringe as the firelight flickered wildly. Beside them, Luke could see in the corner of his eye, Astri’s blue gown sparkling like the night sky behind her.

I don’t deserve this.

❝It seems you do not know what is worthy of honor.❞

Even after hours into the festival, the people continued their dance, every movement full of poetry. The line of dancers advanced, then retreated, pirouetted; their arms waving from side to side above their heads, holding up bright pieces of cloth, etched with the symbols of fallen Corellian clans above their heads, honoring them after death. Swaying, colorful garments fluttered behind them and their eyes continued to flash, highlighted by the firelight.

A strange thrill swept him when a much older, larger clan member swung Han his way, her rambunctious laughter barely audible in all the commotion. Han met his eyes with a coaxing grin, his hand extending towards Luke before he dropped completely from Luke’s line of sight, the fast-moving bunch shrouding him from view.

❝Han!❞

Ultimately lost to the boisterous thrum of drums and flutes scaling to their crescendo, Luke sucked in a sharp, short breath and stepped forward, alarmed. Seconds had elapsed before Luke spotted Han again, cradled in sturdy arms, Han was grinning sheepishly at the large woman who’d dipped him. Drawing back, Luke laughed breathlessly.

Once Han untangled himself and thoroughly glad he was still in one piece by the end of it, he hollered to Luke. ❝Dance with me!❞

Luke shook his head vehemently, prompt to mouth, ‘No’.

Han beckoned wordlessly, repeating cajoling gestures to no avail. Luke had raised his hands to emphasize his decline, but Han was a crack of lightning, a profound force rippling the ground, surging right up into Luke’s bone marrow. Like liquidized energy pouring from the inside out, gone again in a leap of a heartbeat, and he blinked against the moment’s disorientation, blue eyes widening in the face of Han curling his arm around his waist, hauling him forward and into the crowd.

❝But I don’t — but I don’t know how!❞

Luke stood stiff as a board when Han managed to drag him to the center ring. Curious stares from a dozen or more strangers registered as merely minor information, Luke’s sole attention centered on where Han’s arm remained coiled around his waist and the warm hand clamped to his.

At the touch of warm breath to his ear, Luke straightened his back instinctively, hearing Han’s voice as he’d never heard it before. Like dark velvet.

❝Relax.❞

It’d taken some time to work Luke out of that austere posture, his unyielding form at last mollified by the encouraging shouts and whoops of approval going off around them.

❝See? ‘Knew you could do it.❞ Han murmured and caught hold of Luke’s waist again when he’d strayed too far for Han’s taste, tugging him nearer. The music’s insistent beat merged with the textures of wind and sand and firelight, clapping hands synchronized to the frantic cadence of blood beating against their ribs, their chests pressing tightly together.

Luke was panting, though a ghost of a smile began to shadow his lips. He touched his hand to Han’s cheek, thumb sweeping over rough stubble, a query phrased in touch. Words had clogged his throat.

Do you see it too? What we could have — all that we could be.

Han gently lifted Luke’s hand and placed it down over his heart in an answer.

A held breath burned up inside Luke’s chest.

Reality had offset the moment the hard glitter appeared in Han’s eyes, his expression unreadable as he slowly leaned down to brush a kiss against Luke’s mouth.

I’m sorry.

Standing at the cliff side, Luke was adrift, moorless in the rhythm of the sea beating through his blood and bones. A cold breeze filled him, and he tasted salt on his tongue as white spray whipped all about him, feeling as frightened as he was enthralled by Corellia’s oceans.

War hadn’t touched this part of the capital, but as the three moons rose to cast light all around, the hard tracks of time and decay were visible everywhere. Regardless, the scenery drew him back time and again, even after the girls had found him twice and towed him back to the bonfire.

Far in the depths of the Corellian night, he felt the tide shift, water turning to follow the moons back to shore. As fate would have it, Luke didn’t wait long. The unmistakable crunch of leaves began another time, the stride falling long, and was nothing like the rapid drumming of little children’s feet.

Luke felt a hand on his shoulder and moved up on their own accord. Touching came so easy now. As if tonight had unfurled a new channel between them.

❝Back here again, huh?❞

❝I like it here.❞ Luke responded without so much as an affirming glance to Han. His arms had crossed tightly over his chest, hope ported without reason, and now there was little choice but to hold on to it fiercely, faltering at the leap of contingency.

❝Then stay — here, with me.❞

When no answer came, Han fell silent, staring past him to where the water met the dark sky.

Han tossed up a hand. ❝Should’ve seen it coming from a mile ‘way. The way Elka’s looked at me lately, made it obvious,❞ he said slowly, his eyes averted. ❝She approves, y’know.❞

And when Han’s head rose, the look on Luke’s face slammed it all home again. Rejection, atop flickering disbelief, a quickening of loss that shoved the sand under Han’s bare feet.

Hells, the kid was doing it again — filling to the brim with such fears and doubt; his past, haunting him.

❝You don’t know what you’re asking for.❞

The inevitable consequence of seizing a destiny not meant for him.

All he wanted was to keep Luke with him, for now, so long as he’d want it too. Come hell or high water —

❝I want you. Not an Imperial Prince. Just the man I’ve gotten to know for the past few months.❞

❝This isn’t my path to take.❞

❝Your life is your own. You always have a choice.❞

❝I don’t.❞ Luke raised a hand and touched the force inhibitor buried in the skin of his neck, his thumb rubbing gently over the knob. ❝I can’t wear this forever.❞

❝It’ll kill you, won’t it?❞

❝Yes. I programmed it to.❞ Luke nodded. His head lifted slowly, and his voice was but a whisper. ❝And when the power source fails, it will detonate on its own.❞

❝You didn’t tell me.❞ Han swallowed sharply against misdirected anger. Brittle as glass, the truth came to probe his will, testing boundaries he’d never thought of.

❝But you’d guessed right.❞

❝Why?❞

More of a demand than a question. But Han needed this more than anything.

❝Suicide was never an option. Palpatine’s will to keep me alive forbade even the thought; my father defied death before because of him. Once the inhibitor took away his influence on me, I — I didn’t know if I could do it myself. I wanted a means to an end; an ultimatum.❞

It had carried in his voice, the mark of some long-term inner battle, and it clawed fiercely at Han’s chest, pulling him inside out.

Luke gave him a thin smile, the clear desolation in his eyes a solid punch to Han’s gut.

❝But then, I’d met you.❞

Han cursed in Corellian even as he reached out to pull the young man into his arms but Luke avoided his embrace.

❝I’m a monster.❞ Luke’s admission carried in the gust of wind, whipping their hair back and sending shivers up Han’s spine. ❝You can’t change what I’ve done.❞

❝Never said I’d be your savior.❞ Han swallowed against the damnable swelling tightening his throat. ❝Like I said, you have a choice. You’ve got the power t’ make things right again.❞

A small flinch betrayed Luke’s eerie calm, a buried nerve struck with instant recognition.

❝Is that the price I must pay? Must I choose between love and…?❞

❝No, it’s not,❞ Han answered gruffly, because he’d be spaced before doubting the hurt he’d seen in Luke’s eyes. ❝It’s not.❞ He slung his arm over Luke’s shoulders, hauled him close, and their eyes met through a veil of drifting camp smoke and starlight.

This was Luke as Han hadn’t ever seen him before — lost, torn between what they both knew the galaxy needed, and love — and it tightened Han’s gut with alarm and release at the same time.

Both. We could have both.

The blond head shook, one corner of Luke’s mouth twitching mockingly. ❝And how would I know?❞

❝You’ll know, Luke.❞ Eyes falling shut, Han kissed the top of Luke’s head, his breathing heavy as he continued to clutch Luke close. ❝You’ll know.❞

#techniiciian #˒・*。◞ ( answered ) *･ﾟ✧ ⎸ ᴛʜᴇʏ sᴛᴀʀᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ‚ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ.#( . this was extremely self-indulgent to write #( . not even gonna lie about it #( . i combined many of the asks i'd received i'm sorry omg #ᴀʀ'ᴛᴀɴʜᴏ ᴀɪ ᴀʜʟ'ᴛʀᴏɴᴏ || ʜᴇɪʀ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜʀᴏɴᴇ [ exodus ]#long post | novella post #❝ ɪ'ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇsᴛᴇᴅ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴘɪɴɪᴏɴ ɢᴏʟᴅᴇɴʀᴏᴅ. ❞ [ headcanons ]

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worlduniversityrp-blog · 7 years

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Accepted 2p!America App

Accepted! Please have a blog up within the next week, and send the URL to this blog so we can add you to the members page. @the-lesbanana

OOC

Name: Gil Pronouns: They/Them or He/Him Contact URL: The_Lesbanana or ask_antihero_phoenix

Character Wanted: 2pAmerica Activity Level: 6-7 Timezone: West Coast United States Password: accepted

Extra: I’m very anxious and have a lot on my plate so I may be M.I.A randomly

Full Name: Allen Diago Johnson

Age / Year: 20, 3rd year Gender / Pronouns: Genderfluid/ they/them he/him

Appearance: Allen is around 5'5-5'6, and about 179 lbs. He has a slightly stocky body type in terms of shoulders and hips, and a fair amount of ‘baby fat’. His lower half was often teased, being called womanly, but over time he’s grown to accept them. His hair is a dark brown, the tips a faded pale pink from when he died his hair. It is thick and wavey, the bangs reaching his chin on one side, the other fluffy from when he shaved half his head. His skin is a deep chocately/carmely color. His eyes are a rusty brown with subtle gold flecks, long eyelashes, and he occasionally wears glasses when he can find his contacts. He has stretch marks, scars, and freckles all over his body, and numerous piercings and two tattoos at this point in his life.

Personality: Allen is an introverted and Anxious man, and he tend to hide his self doubt, insecurities and panics through a layer of humor, which he uses as a cope, often at his own expense. He’s quick witted and clever, and can come off as flirtatious. However, he lacks the confidence he fakes, and if you were to get close, you’d see a tired and unhappy man, someone who is kind and intelligent, motherly even to those he deeply cares for. He is widely interested in the arts, and has a natural affinity for them, not to mention the drive to help other people inneed.

Skills: Creative, he has always hidden and vented through his art, and often can come up with far more solutions to a problem than originally thought.Driven, he has a strong will for the things he is passionate about, latching on and never letting go. Kindhearted, he honestly wants to make the world a better place in anyway he can Flaws: Sereral Mental disorders, Anxiety, clinical and manic depression, and nervous ticks that make every day harder. Crybaby, it really doesn’t take much to knock him down emotionally. Unable to take care of self, he has horrible habits that will probably kill him someday.

Backstory: Allen was born into an extremely abusive household, his mother being mentally and physically ill, while his father was a drunkard and beat him. For awhile, his brother shouldered the brunt of it, and they struggled to stay by their mother through battles with cps. Eventually, when Allen was 12, he was taken from his parents and his brother was moved to a different facility than he was. They kept in contact, and when his brother proved he was able to care for his brother, became his legal guardian. Allen was 17, and his brother was 22. Their mother made it too a care home for her mental issues , and Allen put his heart and soul into going to school, using his ridicule at home and from his peers to gain essay scholarships. He was the first in his family to go through college since his great grandfather, and he tries not to dwell in the past. He was a quiet and 'girly’ child, and despite still loving the things that got him ridiculed, he is far more cautious with expressing himself, only recently being diagnosed with mental disorders he always assumed were him being 'weak.’ He wants to do his best for his mom and his brother, even if that means jot doing the best for himself.

Headcanons: Is 'vegan’ because he has a weak stomach and lactose intolerant. Has Asthma. Really loves avocados. Flexible.

Major(s): Social Work, Fine Arts Minors: Dance Courses: Dance, art, psych 101, statistics.

Ships:

OTP(s): I love ships like 1p2pAmerica(veggie burgers) scotame(1p and 2p) 2pCaname and 2pRusame, as well as a couple more

NOTP(s): I like to leave this open when it comes to aus and blogs because you never know if two muses will just click. I will say I don’t care for 2pusuk or 2pamefra but I’ll leave my muse open to new things .

Writing sample: Every breath rattled something deep in his chest, the cold air stinging the back of his throat, making every swallow an effort. His eyelids drooped slightly, and he stared up at the cream colored ceiling with dull eyes. There may have been someone knocking at the door, he honestly didn’t hear it, lost so deep in his own screaming but silent thoughts. The clock by his bed flashed those Crimson numbers, 2:37 am. He swallowed thickly, eyelids drooping even more as he tried to focus on anything but the weight on his chest. His breath caught at the sharp rapping at the door that he finally registered as a real thing that was happening, trying to speak and letting out a strangled cry before clearing his ruined throat

“Y-yes?” He hoped he sounded normal enough trough the thin door. With no answer, he sighed heavily and stood, stumbling his way to the door, and peering through the hole to see….no one? What a strange happenstance.. What a strange and dark night it was for Allen D Johnson. He flopped onto his bed, face first, a strange day indeed.

#2p america #2p #application #submission

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imaginekpoplikethis · 7 years

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‘Bestfriend’ - Kim Seokjin X Reader

I don’t know how many people read these notes but oh well.

So… I know loads of people are waiting for 7 Years but I really needed to get this out. This is a true story (lol mine) and everything stated in it happened literally last week. Well, everything up until reader starts hanging out with Jin (because i’m not that lucky). I decided to post it because It’s been finished for more than a week and I’ve been so busy with school and I didn’t want to leave you guys with nothing for this week. The next part to 7 years will definitely be out later today or tomorrow.

I legit don’t know what to do with my friend right now, I feel betrayed but I’m not petty (or confident) enough to confront her. (I’m secretly happy when something is wrong with their relationship because I’m a silent but deadly bitch. Kind of like silent farts.)

Anyway, thanks for reading. <3

It had taken you exactly 3 days to admit you had a crush on a boy. It had taken 2 seconds for your best friend, Eun-ha to approve of the relationship, claiming you were her ‘OTP’.

Dong-Woo wasn’t just any boy, at least not to you. You had been placed next to him in the seating arrangement at the beginning of the school year and had at first ignored him. However, he had easily broke through the wall you had placed around yourself, with his charming humour and soon enough you had become friends. You shared the same music, game and movie taste. It all seemed unreal if you were being honest because how can two people have so many common interests?

Your friendship had progressed with each week until suddenly his comments began to do more than make you laugh. Butterflies flooded your stomach and no matter what he said it never failed to bring a smile to your face. You hated it at first and had been in denial.

That’s when Eun-ha had come in. She took notice of your exchanges and your reactions and had enthusiastically told you she envied your friendship. She pestered you about your feelings for 3 days and you opened up, not being able to take her nonstop questioning.

Soon enough all of your friends had found out about your feelings and had taken it upon themselves to comment on how much of a cute couple you and Dong-Woo would make.

Your interactions with him seemed to get deeper and you felt as if maybe, just maybe, he felt the same spark you did.

Then out of nowhere, you began to grow distant. You weren’t sure how or why but your conversations grew shorter along with the amount of times you saw each other a week until a time came where you didn’t speak at all. You were hurt to say the least and you ignored the rumour being spoken about him.

However, Your friends had heard the rumour and they were evidently worried about you. They had told you he had played with another girls feelings and you, in return, told them that you had gotten over him. That there were no lingering feelings. The doubtful look in their eyes was enough to let you know that they didn’t believe you.

To be honest, you didn’t believe yourself either.

Then came a time where he was added to a group chat you were in. You didn’t know if you should feel excited or annoyed so you stuck with in between. You occasionally spoke to him, your friends joining in and you were reminded of how things used to be.

That is until Eun-ha messaged you to let you know he had been private messaging her. You didn’t think much of it, it’s not like they had even held a conversation let alone hung out together. When she had shown you the type of messages he had been sending, you brushed it off, telling her he was probably speaking to other girls too. That didn’t stop the little pangs in your heart that came with every time he sent her a kiss.

The painful throbbing didn’t stop there. He began to boast about an amazing girl who seemed like the perfect one for him on the chat and you hid your true feelings behind 'lols’ and sarcastic comments.

A day came when he private messaged you. You remember how your heart had skipped a beat at the sight of his name at the top of your screen. Upon opening the message, your heart dropped to the pit of your stomach.

'Hey, if you’re not still going to meet Eun-ha, I could go instead. I kind of want to see her today…’

A frown graced your face and annoyance settled within you. Why was he so obsessed with her? They’ve literally been speaking for 4 days. You sighed, deciding to give him a blunt reply.

'I’m still going.’

His answer was immediate.

'Oh okay, well where does she live because I’m in the area and I’m not familiar with it.’

That’s right, he lives about an hour and a half away. All this just to see Eun-ha. Instead of dwelling in your thoughts, you gave him directions on how to get to her house.

Looks like you’d be seeing Dong-Woo today.

Dong-Woo arrived at Eun-ha’s house half an hour after you. At first, the familiar casual conversation sparked up between you two but as soon as Eun-ha was in sight his face brightened. Soon enough, you were forgotten and laughter filled the room as Dong-Woo cracked jokes with her.

You decided to go home early.

The next day you were shocked to discover that Dong-Woo had ended up staying the night. When your friends had questioned Eun-ha on her feelings for him, her response was that 'she didn’t like him like that and would never do that to Y/N.’

Then came the party. She had organised a little gathering with your group, Dong-Woo and one of her new friends who went by the name Seokjin. As the night progressed, you spent your time getting to know Seokjin or, as he preferred to be called, Jin.

Drinks were soon brought out and slowly, people began to get drunk. You blamed the alcohol for the public displays of affection Eun-ha and Dong-Woo were sharing, even though you knew better. You decided to retreat to the kitchen with Jin.

“So… what do you think of Dong-Woo?” Your head snapped up at the mention of his name only to find Jin staring back at you expectantly. You let out a small smile and rested your cheek on your palm.

“He’s obsessed with her. It’s obvious. I wouldn’t care if it wasn’t for the fact I liked him.” Jin nodded and silently sighed to himself.

“I don’t think it’s right for people who only began talking a couple of days ago to be that touchy. Especially since he threw away his friendship with her ex just to be with her. But that might be just me overthinking things.” You shook your head and sipped your lemonade before responding.

“No, I agree but there’s not much we can do about it now.” He took a bite out of his slice of pizza before slowly nodding.

Towards the end of the night, your group had somehow managed to end up in the park next door. As usual Dong-Woo and Eun-ha were all over each other and you stuck by Jin making light conversation. It was when they had both retreated to the side of the park alone that you decided that the best option would be to leave with Jin but as you parted ways with him you felt a lingering sense of guilt for leaving your other friend drunk.

Upon returning you were greeted with the sight of Dong-Woo and Eun-ha passionately kissing. You weren’t sure whether you regretted coming back but you focused on getting your friend home.

When you had made it back home the first person you spoke to was Jin. He seemed as surprised as you were and you were glad to know someone felt the same way. Seeking comfort you spent the rest of the evening speaking to him.

Waking up the next morning, you were greeted with the news that Eun-ha was officially dating Dong-Woo. Crying was what any other person would do but you realised that you didn’t feel anything. Not hurt nor happy.

“I must be a cold-hearted bitch to not feel anything.” That’s what you told yourself and although you truly did not know how you felt, you found that they both occupied your thoughts almost every minute of every day.

As the weeks had come and gone, you found yourself talking to Jin more and more until you had started hanging out on a weekly basis.

“Wait! So you were serious about liking Dong-Woo first? I thought that was a joke.” You chuckled at his cluelessness. “Yep, I was deadly serious.” He stared at you wide eyed as if you had done something he had never seen before.

“And you just let the relationship go on? That’s admirable.” You covered your face with your hands, suddenly embarrassed.

“But not as admirable as me, Kim Seokjin.” You burst into another fit of laughter at his confidence. “If only I had your confidence.”

You felt a burning gaze on you and when you turned to look at him, you found him already staring intensely.

“You should. You’re a really beautiful person. Not as much as me, obviously, but almost on par.”

You smiled at his words because you knew that was probably the biggest compliment he had ever given in his life. “Wow, if I didn’t know any better I’d think your trying to tell me something Jin.”

He took a bite out of his third bowl of noodles, slurping them into his mouth and chewing, mumbling something with his mouth full.

“Sorry, what was that?”

“Maybe I am.”

For the first time in possibly 3 months, the familiar feeling of butterflies returned and you felt your cheeks grow warm.

“Tell me then…” As the words left you, he let grin slowly spread on his face.

“Maybe another day.” He placed a hand to his lips and blew his signature flying kiss towards you, a giggle escaping your lips.

“Okay, another day.”

You were fine with that.

lol.

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