#false writes

[eclipsedfalse]

I should not be allowed to write anything. I have no regrets though!

TW - Self Harm, intrusive thoughts, and references the want to rape someone you love

No actual rape though, it’s an intrusive thought.

#false writes #falsesymmetry

[theminecraftbee]

it's fun because the things that appeal to me most about the three canonical evil clones/twins of hermitcraft are similar, but they're all different.

evil x appeals to me because he is very much Just Some Guy, for all that he's an evil force of nature; when he's sympathetic, it's because he's Just Some Guy who's been shackled to the terrible fate of being "evil", but when he's a villain (like in season eight!), the things that make him villainous also aren't the supernatural aesthetics, but the ways he is also the evil of being just some guy. for all the lightning and thunder and echo of xisuma's appearance, he isn't anyone special. (xisuma is.)

helsknight appeals to me for almost the opposite reason: this isn't just some guy, this is you, explicitly, a demon that possessed your clone and possesses all the things that are bad about you, magnified. he's a mirror, inherently, in his very creation. in the stories where he's a threat, he's menacing because he's a mirror of someone we should like; in the stories where he's sympathetic, we must confront how much of ourselves are also mirrors. (what happens if you don't like what you see in those mirrors, anyway?)

empires!false is somewhere in-between; she's not a mirror but she is the result. she's learning something you'd rather have forgotten about your past, and at her most sympathetic, we feel for the way she's been cast aside so false can 'fix her', the things done to her memory. at her least sympathetic, though, she's reflecting these pains onto others; violence begets violence, and even with it missing, the past begets her. there's no looking at empires!false without seeing the echoes of what false did to her. (there's no looking at false without it either.)

............then they also all appeal to me by being ridiculous failguys but like if you want to be DRAMATIC ABOUT IT, the ways they appeal to me are like the above,

#hermitcraft #falsesymmetry #evil xisuma #helsknight #LIKE YOU ALL UNDERSTAND WHAT I'M GETTING AT RIGHT #sorry. trying to write a dumb shitpost made me think too hard about this again. #god i need to write an e!false fic. #also obviously this is all SUPER up for interpretation and other people may disagree with these character interpretations! #this is like. just my vision and all that.

[girlatrocity]

villain kids!!

#i need them all to be bffs so baddd #in my head its toga (17) mustard (15) and geten (19) #actually thats the exact same age gaps as me and my siblings but lets ignore that!!!! #why do does toga gotta be dead and mustard incarcerated and geten personalityless #thats actually so false i could write an essay about that kid #bnha #mha #boko no hero academia #bnha fanart #my hero academia #toga himiko #toga #geten #geten himura #bnha geten #mustard mha #league of villains #mine !!

[river-bottom-nightmare]

bruce “piles my entire moral framework onto dick’s shoulders and blames him when either one of us buckles under it bc i know deep down he’s the only one that’ll forgive me for it” wayne

#i was half-coherently thinking about that scene when bruce and dick are beating the shit out of each other after dick’s “death’’ #and also that line where dick’s like: bruce…nothing can be same btwn us ever again #and i KNOW this is bc of shitty writing but the way that statement was proved laughably false by #their dynamic snapping back to exactly what it was #(i haven’t read taylor’s nightwing run) #and those thoughts somehow led here #no alfred doesn’t count. rn i can’t articulate why but i may be able to if you ask me in the morning. but he doesn’t qualify for this #bruce wayne #batman #dick grayson #nightwing #dc

[my-thoughts-and-junk]

Watching a playthrough of dead plate and I'm at the dinner party part AND I think it'd be really funny if the attendees to the dinner party assumed rody was vincent's boyfriend and that's why he was helping out

#random thoughts #dead plate #'oh vincent you have your boyfriend whipped' actually something much more insane is happening #this is by the same creator as elevator pitch and though i enjoyed that game's gameplay and art style MORE #i REALLY like the characterization of vincent #and i like the writing! it's a much more cohesive game than elevator pitch #elevator hitch i mean. i keep fucking up the name #'oh you have your boyfriend helping out' 'boyfriend? that's insane' #'who . . . is he then?' 'my employee i invited here under false pretenses' #i bet rody's girl is gonna be there

[nephriteknight]

there is something just so damn compelling about Lonelyeyes as a deeply, deliberately harmful relationship, as a vessel for fear, for feeding.

every time they're together Elias knows Peter can barely stand his company, knows he'll be leaving both soon and abruptly, knows that Peter will never truly give himself away. he knows that his archives are full of letters from friends he left to die or killed himself, knows that his closest companion is an avatar of Forsaken, knows that he truly has no one left but himself.

every time they're together Peter knows Elias can see him, see all of him laid out and plain, all his most private thoughts, all his hopes and his fears. he knows there is always, always a chance that Elias is watching him whenever he is anywhere but the Lonely itself. even on the Tundra, tucked away in his private sanctum, he can never truly escape it, but that fear is so much worse here and now, with Elias' eyes (Jonah's eyes, really) on him. it is undeniable that he is seen, and known, and judged.

Elias knows that Peter understands exactly what he's thinking when they're together, that he knows all the sentimental weaknesses he's tried to cut away. Peter knows that Elias will never truly care for him, that at the end of the day he will always be another piece on Elias' chess board, practical and expendable.

they both know what this is for. they need fear, and they do, at the end of the day, want each other (in certain ways, in painful ways, always too much or too little), and they are under no illusions about what this means to the other (Elias knows what it means to Peter, of course, and while Peter doesn't have any supernatural insight he's no fool), and it hurts, and it's meant to hurt. it hurts, and it sustains them, and when they go their separate ways they can't help but wait for the next visit with longing and fear alike.

#writing this made me realize how “i will call him elias for that is how i have known him” #plays into peter's whole “the people you think you love do not exist” thing #to peter jonah IS elias because thats the version of him peter has constructed in his head #he'll never truly know the man so why call him jonah if the facade that peter knows is called elias? #calling him his real name won't make peter actually know him any better. it won't make the false image in his mind any more real #the magnus archives #tma #elias bouchard #peter lukas #lonelyeyes #jonah magnus

[mirohtron]

“You’ve seriously never thought about us kissing?” The superhero crooked an eyebrow. “We’ve been marinating in sexual tension for three years now.”

prompt by @gingerly-writing :> <333

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“You’ve seriously never thought about us kissing?” The superhero crooked an eyebrow. “We’ve been marinating in sexual tension for three years now.”

The villain choked. Went to hide their blushing face.

When they cracked two fingers apart to peak, the superhero was still staring at them through their cell's reinforced bars.

"No," they said. "You're a bit too terrifying."

That was not entirely true. The superhero was terrifying, yes. Loved by the masses. Feared by the criminal underbelly of the city. But the villain was enamoured, hopelessly, by that. The contrast between their charming, friendly persona that was reserved for the masses and their true cold, calculating, dangerous demeanor left the villain hopelessly pining after them. They were incredible, truly. Perfection.

They ran their hands down their heated face and looked up.

The superhero's perfect face stared down at them. The villain looked down at their crossed legs instead. "I thought you were just toying," they mumbled. "With the flirting."

Silence, again. The villain glanced up at the superhero through their lashes.

The superhero tilted their head in observation. The villain pressed their lips into a thin line and crossed their arms, hunching their shoulders.

The superhero crouched down to meet their level. The villain tucked their chin in and leaned back, refusing to make eye contact. They heard the rustle of the superhero's gloves slipping off of their fingers. They dropped to the floor, right in front of the bars. The villain could've reached out and taken them.

"It doesn't change my offer," said the superhero. "I get you out of this cell in exchange for a kiss."

Had it not been for their dark skin, the villain was sure they would've lit up red. But they couldn't accept the offer, surely. They imagined even a brush of their fingers would leave the villain dizzy and swaying on their feet.

They recalled, once, they'd thrown a stun bomb at the superhero and had them incapacitated for almost ten minutes. The superhero had risen up, suit torn (because they had it remade every day, since it was not completely reinforced so that the public could get glimpses of their skin—and that always, always left the villain faint).

They'd had them up against the wall, smiled down, body radiating heat, and said, "well, aren't you incredible?"

The villain's knees had turned to jelly instantly.

"I can get out of here on my own," they mumbled, biting their tongue right after they spoke so their mind wouldn't conjure up more memories.

"Is that so?" The superhero feigned a curious tone. "A little birdie told me you've bruised your whole body trying to break these bars."

The villain winced. They properly glanced up at the superhero, then, and saw they had their cheek resting on their fist. Their eyes were lazily hooded. Their other hand rose to trail fingers down their neck, to the side of their collarbone.

The villain's hand rose, automatically, to their own collarbone, to the bruise there that was exposed by the loose neckline of their shirt. They pulled it close. Their cheeks flushed for a different reason, then; they hated this cell and the way it suppressed their powers. It felt like one of their limbs had been cut off. They hated the Scientist—the villain that had trapped them here—for finding a way to suppress their powers even more.

They straightened their back. "Liar. This cell's shut down my powers. Maybe it's done that to you, too." They glanced back at the number of fortified doors the superhero had sauntered through when they first entered. They could've broken through those doors with ease.

Once more, the superhero crooked an eyebrow. They lifted their cheek from their fist and closed their fingers around one of the steel bars. The villain watched as it corroded beneath their skin.

They blinked. "Oh."

The superhero spread their hand in a voila gesture, raising their brow. "Oh."

Dumbly, the villain pursed their lips. They seriously considered the offer, then. Glanced, traitorously, at the superhero's lips. Thought of how it would feel to have their mouth pressed against that lovely pair.

Their lips buzzed with sensation. Oh, they felt dizzy right then.

"I'm not an idiot, in case you weren't paying attention," said the superhero. They tilted their head and raked their eyes down the villain—intoxicating. "I can hear your heart thumping like a bunny on caffeine. I always have."

The villain squeaked and put a hand over their heart, as if that would do any good. "You—you make me nervous."

The superhero smiled, then, all sly. "I know I do."

The villain's flush heightened, impossibly so. They didn't even know they could get this flustered. "This is unfair. You knew."

"I'm a very unfair person."

"I'm bad."

The superhero shrugged. "I'm terrible."

The villain clenched their fists. Everything felt very, very hot.

The superhero leaned in. They caught the villain's chin through the bars, bare, callused fingers rough and warm on their skin. "You're good," they said. "You're very good. You're exceptional, able to outsmart even me, and you just keep your talents on the down low so that no one targets you."

Again, the villain pursed their lips into a line. Wobbly. Burning with the phantom sensation of the superhero's mouth on theirs. They had nothing to protest with, then, just the heat curling all around their body, fingers going shaky. "You'll take me out."

"Mm." The superhero tilted the villan's chin as much as the bars allowed them. Ran their fingers around the underside of their jaw. Skated up to touch one burning cheek. "To dinner. Or lunch." The corner of their mouth quirked up, devastatingly sharp and evil. "Or a nice little rooftop if you kiss me." They scraped their thumb along the curve of the villain's bottom lip.

The villain's lips parted automatically. They took in a quivering, nervous breath. "You'll get me out."

"Of course."

"How long have you liked me back?"

The superhero looked pleased. That smile, god, that smile. It wasn't made for the cameras. It was evil, mean, smug. It made the villain's heart flip hopelessly. "I might let you know if you kiss me."

The villain clutched the bars and leaned close. The steel brushed cold against their cheeks. They had to know. Was it after they first drew the superhero's blood? Or from that time one of their inventions sent the superhero flying through ten walls? Or one of the times when they had the villain blushing, pressed flush to a wall?

The superhero chuckled to themselves, gently tipped the villain's chin up, and kissed them.

The villain sighed and pulled them close and the superhero pulled them closer. Their hands snaked beneath their shirt and ran over their back, their sides, teased the edges of their waistband. It stung just slightly from the bruises, but the heat that their hands left in their wake left the villain too brainless to think of anything else but them.

The superhero leaned back first. The villain would've followed their lips mindlessly if it hadn't been for the bars. But instead they stayed there, breathless, lips burning, cheeks still pressed to the steel bars. They tapped the corroded edge of the bar the superhero had touched in urgency.

The superhero ran their hands around the bars in a huge circle, and they snapped right off. The villain barely had time to get to their feet before the superhero had scooped them up into another kiss. This one was hungrier, eager for a proper taste, and the villain had to tiptoe to properly kiss them. They leaned back for air.

"Since the stun bomb," said the superhero. "I've wanted a smart, pretty thing like you since."

"O—oh." The villain wasn't sure how to properly respond to that. They were already afraid they'd been misjudged on the smart part, maybe the superhero had kissed them dumb. But they found that they didn't need to respond, because the superhero was kissing them again.

They walked out hand in hand. The superhero dropped them off on a nice little rooftop, cheeks still burning, lips still buzzing and swollen.

The villain touched a hand to their cheek, feeling the heat there.

Oh, they were head over heels.

#hero x villain #villain x hero #heroes and villains #villains and heros #villain x superhero #kyles.writing #heroes #superhero x villain #villains #superheroes #kissing #me putting 'prompt by gingerly writing :> <3' to hide the fact that i think this is the worst piece ive ever written #the superhero . is not evil enough . imo #but i am too lazy to edit #(false i will probs edit this once ive posted it) #writeblr #writers on tumblr

[babyjakes]

false god. [blurb.]

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event | june '23 ari-themed blurb night

summary | you might just get away with it, the alter is your hips. he'll worship this love.

pairing | sex god!ari levinson x innocent!virgin reader

warnings | err this is long but whatever. one (1) bad taylor reference. sex god!ari (he's his own warning). awakened daddy kink. innocent!virgin!reader (who maybe knows exactly what she's doing lol). mentions of foreplay. stretching. loss of virginity (not graphic or bloody). soft ari turns to strict daddy dom. one (1) spank. choking. little bit of hair pulling. some praise and degradation. i want him i need him he's my whole world—

word count | 967

requested by @foxgloveprincess | what do you think sex god ari would do when after he going out one night, he meets a shy, virginal reader who instantly get his attention. then, when they get home and are getting hot & heavy, she accidentally reveals her daddy kink (in this scenario, ari’s never been called a ‘daddy’ before—which i know sounds ludicrous but still). new kink awakening? or a refusal because he’s so much more? all while ruining her. 🫣

an | ahhHhhHHH omg rach this is so so so brilliant thankyou for this amazing idea!!! i LOVE this ari, he never knew he needed to be a daddy until he heard that single word from such a precious, innocent sweetheart, i hope you enjoy what i did with this!!!

Ari's body is hot and heavy over you as his bare skin brushes against yours, hips rolling slowly as he teases his massive length over your virgin cunt. As he holds himself up, looking down over you as the sliver of moonlight shining in through the window illuminates your tender face, he can't help but pause for a moment, reaching up to cup the soft curve of your chin as he takes in your beauty. "Jesus, sweetheart," he curses under his breath. He's a well-experienced man; you're both well aware of this fact. But looking at you right now, with your soft locks of hair tangled against his pillow below your head, you've got him thinking you're the prettiest little thing he's ever managed to coax through his door.

His tip teases your entrance as you whimper weakly. You're so tiny and tight down there; you could barely take a single finger earlier when he opened you up on his couch, trying to help you prepare for this moment. "Just breathe, angel," the gentle man murmurs over you, stroking your cheek as he continues working the head of his cock against your swollen little clit. You hum sweetly, the sensation sending little sparks of pleasure surging through your core. Ari smiles as he sees you relaxing for him. "That's my girl," he praises as he tells you, "Now I'm just going to start easing it in, okay baby? Keep breathing, and tell me if you need me to slow down or stop."

As soon as he starts working his length inside of you, your whimpers return as you strain against the mattress beneath you. It's a struggle to manage even the tip, as he's not just long, but also incredibly thick. "Shhh," Ari tries to soothe you, still stroking your cheek with his thumb as he goes at a slow, careful pace. "Doing so good for me, pretty girl. Just relax, keep breathing," he reminds you as he continues opening you up.

As he works to fill you with more of him, you feel a harsh stretch beginning to pull at your insides. You cry out in a confused haze of pain and pleasure, the word escaping your lips before you even realize what you're saying— "Daddy..."

Ari stiffens against you, his jaw locking in a stern expression as he groans, "Fuck, baby. What'd you just call me?" His hand trails down to grab at your tit, causing you to squeak lightly in pleasure. A bead of sweat forms on the man's forehead. You're driving him absolutely crazy. And after the word that just slipped from your mouth, he doesn't know if he can temper himself for much longer. He gropes your breast more harshly before reaching back up, grabbing your chin to force you to look up at him. "Tell me," he commands, his voice now void of the patience he was working so hard to manage previously.

Your cheeks burn in embarrassment as you look up at him with wide, innocent eyes. Behaving like this, after such a dirty little slip-up, you're only making things worse for yourself. "P-please Ari," you whimper sweetly.

His eyes narrow. That's not what he was asking for, and you both know it. His hand comes down to close around your throat as he raises an eyebrow at you, his face darkening as he tells you, "I'll give you one more chance. 'Please' what, angel?"

"Please... please Daddy," you sniffle as his massive fingers close in around your poor throat. When he smiles, you see something hell-like sparkling in his eyes before he rips out of you, grabbing you by the waist and flipping you over onto all-fours. "Daddy!" you cry into the pillow below you as his large hand comes up to admire your rounded ass.

"Hush now, pretty baby," Ari murmurs as he positions himself at your entrance, holding your hip in place for himself with one hand as the other guides his throbbing cock to your dripping heat. "Since you wanna be such a filthy little slut, Daddy's gonna fuck you like one. Do you understand?" he asks. When your only response is more muffled whimpers and moans, he cracks his hand down harshly against your bare bottom. Tears burst from your pretty eyes as you let out a sob. "I said, do you understand?" he growls again, grabbing you by the hair and yanking your head back to look up at him.

"Y-yes! Yes Daddy," you cry through your tears. Ari can't help but think that you're even more beautiful when you cry like this. His ruined angel, his perfect little toy to wreck and ruin as he pleases. This is all too good to be true, and he knows he would be foolish to treat you with any less than the brutal punishing you're so clearly in need of.

"Good girl," he hums as he begins pushing himself inside of you, the feeling of fullness so intense that your knees tremble, threatening to give out. "Now just try to keep yourself upright, angel, but don't worry if you can't— Daddy will hold you up; Daddy will do everything for you. Don't need to worry about a single thing except laying there and getting fucked. Okay, sweetheart? Do you understand?"

You nod eagerly this time as he continues pushing into you, letting out a heavy groan as his tip finally reaches your ceiling. "There," he breathes, working himself in and out a few times to get you accustomed to his incredible size. "Now hold on tight, little girl," he grins as he pushes you down by the small of your back, getting ready to pound into you like a good daddy should. "Daddy's gonna take what's his now, and you're gonna give it all to me."

#eun's writing #false god #june '23 blurb night #ari levinson #ari levinson smut #ari levinson x reader #ari levinson x y/n #ari levinson x innocent!reader #sex god!ari levinson #daddy!ari levinson #ari levinson x little!reader #ari levinson one shot #ari levinson imagine #ari levinson blurb #ari levinson drabble #ari levinson headcanon #the red sea diving resort #chris evans #chris evans smut #ari levinson fanfiction #chris evans fanfiction

[frosteaart]

per aspera ad astra: through hardships to the stars

yeah i'm having feelings about @cupcakeslushie feral!leo au again

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#tarts&crafts #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #digital art #rise fanart #rottmnt fanart #my art #rise leo #feral leo au #tmnt #last time writing this time art #i just have so many emotions #about that funky little feral survivor #i wonder if there were moments #through all that pain and fear and suffering #were he could just look up at those false stars #see the beauty in them #and pretend that everything was okay

[kjscottwrites]

IF U LIKED THIS POLL GIVE THIS ONE A SHOT YEEHAW

#taking advantage of the 12 option poll update! #book poll #writing poll #booklr #bookblr #writeblr #character poll #fanfiction #blorbo #romance #i know there's some false dichotomies in here #just roll with me lol

[eclipsedfalse]

i'm not sorry...

Tw's Suicide, eating disorders, self harm and hearing voice

It's called Freefall - EclipsedCrown - Hermitcraft SMP [Archive of Our Own]

#false writes

[itstopplingdomino]

confident | weasley twins x reader

A/N: i made a promise to write something after my test based on how i feel afterwards. so here we are...

pairing: fred weasley x reader (if you squint), george weasley x reader summary: Fred carries the essence of confidence like it weighs nothing; academic, friendship, quidditch and even love life - he is sure he's set for life. So when he finds out about your little crush on him and how it had been like that for years, he does absolutely nothing. And that teaches him a lesson that he'll remember for the rest of his life. tags: hurt/no comfort, idiots in love, no usage of y/n, gn!reader (usage of 'you' instead of specific pronouns), usage of pet/nicknames, mild cursing, false hope, leading on, jealousy, no war alternative universe ───────── "I don't understand," Lee states. He is sitting on the armrest of the sofa, the afternoon light shines briefly across his eyes as he tries to block it with a book. "If you like Daisy too then why.." Fred shrugs. "Well if Daisy maintains a secret crush on me for five years, then waiting for another two- you know until after graduation- won't hurt."

Lee looks at Angelina, hoping that she'll have a better explanation for this. Unfortunately she returned his confused look with her own.

"How are you sure Daisy won't give up? What if tomorrow your little admirer wakes up and decides to like someone else?" Angelina probes.

"Please, I have a plan." Fred says, with his usual air of mock-arrogance. "Trust me, it'll work."

Lee and Angeline exchanges a resign look. "Well, it's gonna be your lost anyway.." Lee says in which Angelina nods to.

Fred shrugs, again, then leaves to find you.

He knows where you are. Five years in Hogwarts together, causing ruckus in all forms with the promise of detention almost every time, he can understand you in ways you sometimes don't.

Which is why your crush on him is not a surprise to him at all. In fact it was almost hilarious that everyone else think of it as such a big deal. You two are attached to the hips most of the times; if he's not there to bring trouble, you'll find him - and it's been like this ever since you set foot in Hogwarts.

George, of course, joins in the fun. Though Fred notices that he's slowly been opting out over the years, preferring to prank with just the older twin. Fred considers this an act of jealousy yet he never brings it up as George's blatant avoidance never seems to bother you. He's seen his twin interacts with you alone just yesterday, the day before, and Merlin even before that. He thinks that George simply want a little separation as michievenous activities are always a two-person activity until you came.

That is exactly why, right now, Fred waits for you just outside Arithmancy classroom for a planned pranking session; target for the day is Filch.

Not too long after he arrived, students emerge from the classroom, all looking like the boredom has threatened their life. You, in all your glory, comes out looking like you defeated boredom. Laughing beside your classmate who Fred sure he was introduced to before yet he can't remember her name. It didn't matter though, he's only here for you.

"My Daisy," Fred greets you with a playful smile on his face, bowing like a gentleman from the victorian era, lowering a pretend-tophat.

You rolled your eyes. "Please stop calling me by something I'm deathly allergic to. Even Lee and Angie started using it too."

"If you say so, Peanuts."

You playfully smack him across his back. He knows you're not deathly allergic to Peanuts, only mildly.

"Ready?" He asks, offering you his hand.

The brief shy look that passes your face did not escape him as you joins hands. "Ready!"

Fred smirks knowingly. With usual flirtatious remarks in his repertoire, physical touch is a newly added part in his friendship with you. He loves it when you look away nervously whenever your faces are a little too close, or when you jolts and become a stuttering mess every time he whispers right next to your ears, or moments like this - hand holding, plus short hugs and arm across your shoulder that's he's planning to include in the future.

With what he knows about your feelings, he revels in this reactions without ever needing to confess. - - -

You doubled over the grass just outside Hogwarts grounds, laughing at the wrath Fred and you invoke in Filch from the prank. This time you calculated for sure that the caretaker of Hogwarts will not find out who the pranksters are. A red herring steering towards obnoxious Slytherins is placed perfectly for him to think it's not the two of you.

"That was brilliant!" Fred shouted, he dips to lift you up and spins you around. "Bloody smart, you are!"

You cackles loudly, just enjoying his grip on your body. You're not thinking of anything inappropriate but Good Godric if you could just kiss that lips, you'll be content eternally.

He must've realise that you're staring at his lips as an unreadable expression crosses his face, he sets you down as his eyes flicks between your eyes and your lips.

It can't be.. can't it?

You think again.

I mean.. he's been sweet these days.. more so than usual.

If that's not a sign, then you don't know what is. So you fight your doubts and tiptoe to reach his lips. Your eyes closes as it nears his face yet what stops you is not the innocent peck you've been dreaming of, it is his hands on your shoulder.

Confusion evident on your face as you open your eyes and lower yourself. You search for answer in his face but all you could find is a torn look. The kind of look you've seen him give to other students who had asked him out. The kind of look that you desperately wish against yourself every single night.

And now you're at the receiving end of it.

A thick lump forms in your throat and all you say is, "Why..?"

Fred clears his throat as he looks away, clearly uncomfortable in this situation, his hand still on your shoulder now caressing in consolation.

You don't need consolation. You need explanation.

"Freddie, why?" Tone firmer than before as you shake off his hands.

"Well, its just.. I mean.." He took a deep breath before he continue. "Let's just have fun, you know. We only have two years left. Surely you don't want to spend the majority of it with- with this." He gestured between you and him.

If nature is a little quieter, you're sure the sound of your heartbreak can be heard.

"Is that what this- all this has been about..? You having fun?" You hissed, taking a few steps back which he closes just easily in a single move.

"I mean, you like me for five years, certainly you can wait a few more.."

The icing on the cake. He knew.

He knew and he still did that.

Play with your heart, push and pull it like a tug of war.

"You are the absolute worst."

Without sparing a single glance, you turn on your heels and apparated away. - - - The rest of the year passes in a blink of an eye.

To everyone else, it seems. Lee had been whining non-stop at Fred and George's decision to leave Hogwarts early. NEWTs is irrelevant to the path the Weasley twins has set for themselves, after all.

To Fred, the year drags on painfully slow as if he's aware of every single second that ticks by. He's just glad the day for them to leave is finally nearing.

After what happens between Fred and you, he notices that he almost never see you anymore. The one time he did was when you came looking for Angelina to pass her notes you had borrowed. You greeted him with your usual cheeriness but the smile didn't quite reach your eyes. He thought you'll warm back to him, forgive him, but how can you forgive when he can't even find you to apologise.

He realises that you know him better than he does himself. Otherwise how else can you avoid for so long.

At one point, he even asks Angelina if you had ever mention anything about your little crush on him anymore.

"Hm, no actually. I mean, it's pretty clear that Daisy's focusing on NEWTs, we all are anyway, so boys talk never really come up. It just adds to the stress."

Her answer disappointed him but he has an image to uphold so he act nonchalant about it.

"What? Are you finally going to pursue Daisy?" Angelina teased.

"Why are you asking? Afraid of the competition?" Fred in his usual manner put on a smirk, albeit a fake one. And the way Angelina rolled her eyes and smacked him meant that he successfully fooled her.

How he wished it was you who's rolling her eyes and smacking then, instead of her.

He made a fool out of you.

- - - Fred enters the apartment after a long negotiation with the accountant at the bank. He just couldn't figure out why the numbers are not adding up and the son of a bitch he hired is as unhelpful as a broken wand. Three years they've been doing business and this accountant is the first one to be so incompetent. Fred regretted making a rushed hiring decision as the last one had to resigned immediately from chronic health issues. A breach in one year contract would cost them quite a lot so he just puts up him. Two more months and he'll fire that bastard.

He searches for the bottle of wine in the cupboard, typically reserved for celebratory occasions and not punching the accountant in a very public space counts as a win, but the wine is not there. He looks at other cupboards too, but the bottle is still nowhere to be found.

George must've taken it.

No one else lives here, and unless the bottle of wine grew a pair of legs, it simply do not move from it's designated place.

The older twin drags his feet to his brother's room when George's door opens.

And there you are.

You, in all your glory, comes out looking like you defeated boredom. Laughing hysterically at what George says as your hands wrapped delicately around his twin's arm.

He had seen this sight before. Often when you went out from your favourite classes like Arithmancy or Ancient Runes.

But never with George. Never to George.

He whispers your name in a hopeless attempt to make you direct that smile to him, but your light dims as soon as you heard him.

George and you stop, taken aback by Fred's early arrival. The younger twin isn't expecting his brother to return until an hour from now.

"I know you two know each other." George chuckles, which you smiled at. The sweet smile that once had been directed to Fred. "But I'd like to introduce Daisy again.."

His eyes practically sparkling at this point. "as my Fiance."

George didn't falter and your smitten look unwavering. There isn't a single mischief or malice in his demeanour, nor yours. This isn't some sick, twist prank the two of you are pulling. Fred had never told anyone about what happens between the two of you, but he had assume you had ignored George all the same. What, being identical twins and all. Just looking at George should've brought pain to you.

Apparently looking at George seems to make you smile even brighter.

"Uh.. S-since when..?" Fred force out a cough. "I mean, I didn't know you two kept in contact, let alone are seeing each other.."

"We didn't." You answer, though your eyes chose to look at his general direction and not his eyes. "We met around two years ago by coincidence."

"Merlin, a lucky guy I am." George chimes in. "It started with a simple catch up over tea. Then it became a monthly thing. Before we know it, we were meeting almost every other day for half a year."

How did he missed it. "Daisy here is still a tough one. Took me a year and half to convince her to date me. Another half year to convince marrying me!"

Seriously, how did he missed it? Fred remembers when George comes home late, snickering to himself, sometime last year. Then the next day he was so high spirited that he gave out discount to everyone the first opening hour. He was so high on cloud nine that whenever Fred tried to pry out details of joyous mood, George simply kept evading the question. Saying he doesn't want to jinx it. "Oh, while we're on the subject.. Will you be my bestman?"

Fred looks between you and his brother. Your eyes refusing to meet his. Hesitantly he replies, "Y-yeah! Of course Georgie! I'll be honoured!"

He hope his emotions didn't betray his tone. His younger twin is engaged, no foul play is coming from you as far as he could tell. Well, of course he could tell. However you're behaving with George right now was how you acted when you had a crush on Fred. He knew that love-adorn smile, that twinkle in your eyes, the pitched giggles in between. He knew that all too well, though you're definitely less shy and hesitant about it with George.

You lean against his brother wearing a specific form of confidence Fred had only seen once in you.

The same air of confidence that he had shattered when he pushed you away as you tried to kiss him. Fucking Fantastic. It is his lost.

#topplingdominowrites #writers on tumblr #writeblr #writing #hogwarts #fred weasley #george weasley #gn!reader #gender neutral reader #fred weasly x reader #george weasley x reader #lee jordan #angelina johnson #jealousy #leading on #false hope #hurt/no comfort #light angst #harry potter #no war alternate universe

[to-be-frank-i-dont-care]

Ok but during Playing With the Big Boys at the very end when the music is crescendoing, and you see the magician's snakes crawling after Moses' snake to kill it and there's no way it will survive. and the magicians are taunting Moses and laughing in his face and trying to overwhelm him with their evil magic and making fun of him and his Lord. and they're moving around him and throwing magic everywhere and telling him that they are the ones in power, not he, that his simple snake is nothing because they can do anything he can do, and they will always triumph over him with their gods. and then the scene shifts and the shadow of Moses' snake is thrown on the wall in the firelight, and it snatches and devours both of the magicians' snakes while the music swells to a finale. the magicians were only just boasting that they are more powerful than Moses and his God, and now their snakes are dead. devoured. their words no longer mean anything. they follow endless gods, and yet those gods could do nothing in the face of Moses' God, and and and

good food right there

#the prince of egypt #prince of egypt #also the symbolism of how #the Lord's snake swallowed the magicians' snakes #and it's as if the Lord swallowed the false gods also #and I just #I love this movie man #listening to the playlist while I do school and I had to write about this moment #It always gives me so many chills #if I could organize my thoughts abt this movie in full I would #but #I don't think I could #lizzy rambles #also when I say Moses’ God #He is also mine #it just would’ve been odd to throw that in lol

[57sfinest]

kim is such a funny little guy like he emphasizes how little the rcm salary is when you ask about it (5500 reál annually- 460/mo) but here he is with his nice electronic sports watch and his little instant camera and his fancy revolutionary cosplay for plainclothes and he's living in the GRIH which can't be cheap and he's got his fancy little mnemotechnique notebooks which are like the moleskine of elysium i guess and his fancy little ballpoints that he does NOT want to share with you which i bet is because they cost him like a week of salary. and this is the rcm he's not getting stipends for supplies or watches or housing or probably even the gas for the kineema. poor as fuck but he is going to buy himself his little treats god damn it. if he lived in our world you know he'd be out getting himself a $9 vanilla soy milk half caf dirty chai iced latte every morning on the way to the station and eating instant noodles every night to claw out room in the budget for it

#'kim is a black coffee kind of guy' false he drinks black coffee at work solely for appearance #given the choice he's like the typical iced latte extra caramel sauce 27 pumps of vanilla and whipped cream type of girlie #he won't admit it though. so he drinks it black at work. with one (1) sugar if he's feeling zesty #kim buying himself extremely nice and overpriced notebooks every couple weeks justifying it with 'it's for work' #he will justify any purchase to himself with 'it's for work' wherever possible #which results in insane feats of mental gymnastics. and yes that would include the $9 soy chai lattes #harry is broke bevause he spends r400 a month on booze. #kims budget is r110 kineema gas and mods r150 stationery r150 rent r20 pen ink refills r20 tailoring supplies and r10 food & misc #creature of pride indeed. love you kim #kiwipost #kk meta #kim kitsuragi #harry makes fun of the expensive pens until he writes with one then hes like no yeah this is a nice pen. im sorry for ever doubting you #actually even better if harry thinks its shitty. he'd prefer the cheap dollar store bulk pack 50c plastic ones #kim gets really defensive of his pens too. unreasonably defensive. personal insults may or may not be slung at this point #kim is sooo funny yes sir you are so so normal average sane mundane usual orthodox plain unremarkable spoilsport etc. whatever you say babe

[deepwaterwritingprompts]

Text: Past the valley, you can’t trust the horizon. Mountains roll across the land like slow motion waves, breaking up otherwise clear skylines as they approach.

#creative writing #writing prompts #settings #worldbuilding #mountains #false horizons request was so hard

[lineffability]

hey remember when aziraphale and crowley ran into each other in rome and aziraphale said 'well then let me tempt you to- oh, no, that's your job, isn't it, haha'? what if crowley succumbed to the temptation in more ways than one? what if they had oysters and sex about it? then what?

wordcount: 17,8k rating: explicit tags: PWP, Rome 41AD, oysters, so many oysters, so many orgasms too, banter, little bit of emotion little bit of angst, but mostly fun, oysters and aardvarks, food kink, oral fixation, roman baths, an oyster is never just an oyster, and what is love but hunger (more tags on ao3)

READ ON AO3 🦪

#good omens #good omens fanfiction #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #my writing #heaven on the half shell #inefficable #false pretenses #false pretenses series #it's HERE #bon appetit #also full transparency i stole that title from an academic book about oysters 1:1 #i stand by it #ive ever packed a fic into one of those aesthetic poetry post formats before hahaha #maybe i like it