#girl help me this was supposed to be 5 pages long

[keniaku]

embodiment of grief

toji killed geto, gojo cursed him, and now he has to live as the embodiment of his failures.

+ au notes!

#jujutsu kaisen #geto suguru #gojo satoru #jjk #gojo #geto #artsy pastry #body horror #no id #girl help me this was supposed to be 5 pages long #ive wanted to draw this since february im so glad to finally have this out aghhggh #curse geto #technically this is a fix it bc the culling games didnt get to happen but u gotta break a few eggs to make omelettes #i hope u enjoy reading!! a bit unsure about the pacing but it is what it is #my comics

[theorphicangel]

𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞!𝐛𝐟 𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

author’s note: I keep getting gojo brainrot on my feed and it’s making me absolutely sick so I must write to heal

cw: a little nsfw, 18+, oral sex (f.receiving), fem! Reader, praise,

- I’d like to start off by saying…the most obvious which is that he’s annoying

- you have an essay due tmr?

- you are getting absolutely no peace.

you need to go the libarary to study?

- okay, he’s by your side with his cheap supposed “noise cancelling” headphones but he’s misunderstood that they’re not noise cancelling for everyone else because you can still hear the song lyrics

- “baby…could you turn that down?”

- “what? no, it’s noise cancellation you can’t hear anything.”

- “but—” he slides them back on before you finish

- BUT however when you do need space to revise for an exam or prepare your project he will give it to you undoubtedly

- but that also means he’ll burst into your room every 30 mins or so to make sure you’re stacked up on snacks or that you’re hydrated

- “did you drink water? I heard your brain needs water like all the time so you need to drink water ‘Kay?”

- “Satoru, you’ve brought me 5 water bottles”

- but that’s not to say he won’t help with your revision, in fact he’ll make sure you’ll be able to recall info

- and boy does he have methods

- “what was the answer to that one again?”

- you moan lightly in response your, thighs trembling with his two fingers deep inside you, and at your failure to provide an answer he removes them,

- you whine at the emptiness and he tuts shaking his head, “c’mon you know this one.”

- shutting your eyes, you blurt out the answer

- “that’s my girl, you’ll pass this exam in no time, one more question and then I’ll let you cum.”

- in between your cries and mewls, he praises you for what you’ve managed to recall with him between your legs

- and yes, as per the image at the top he will give you a cd 💀

- “Satoru…what is this?”

- he deadpans you, “can you not read it? It says-“

- “no, I know what it says dumbass, I mean why?”

- “can a guy not do something nice for you?” and then he has attitude🙄 “I’ll take it back then.”

- you’re obviously quick to reject that notion for sureeeee

- if you’re an English major he will not leave your books alone

- “what is this? Shakespeare?”

- he’ll open it up and recite a random page in the most god awful British accent stumbling over the words

“That doesn’t even make sense, why is this guy famous?”

- however, maybe he’d get into pride and prejudice…slowly

- it probably take him a long time to read each page, trying to make sense of who is who

- “so nobody likes mr darcy already? Damn, he didn’t even do anything.”

- but when you show him the movie version he would so swoon over it immediately

- he would play it for one of your movie nights calling it your favourite when it’s actually a secret favourite of his

- and he be quoting everything mr darcy says

- he makes fun of your handwriting constantly if you annotate your books/ or write down notes OR if he missed a lecture and obviously copies up from you

- “is that supposed to be an a?”

- “it’s an e!”

- “ s’not my fault it looks so similar!”

I shall make a part two if I can think of more annoying college!bf gojo🧍🏿‍♂️

reblogs are much appreciated 🫶

#very rushed and random #angel writes #jujutsu gojo #jjk gojo #jjk smut #gojo satoru x reader #gojou satoru x you #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #jjk imagines #gojo fluff #satoru gojo x reader #gojo satoru headcanons

[shslbunnylover]

★★★𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙣 𝙚𝙭𝙖𝙢★★★

Character: Morticia Addams

Requester: @batlove4ever

Taglist: @inlovewithgreta (Message me to be a part of the taglist until I get a page set up!!)

Trigger warnings (DL, DI): N/A

Genre: Headcanons

A/n: Thanks for requesting batlove4ever!! Loved writing this!! (ALSO THIS GIF IS SO HOT)

Word count: 0.5k

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-Morticia would be confused on why you were suddenly tossing and turning around in your large bed even with her in the bed in you, she had gotten the comfiest mattress for you just to make sure her cuervo was comfortable and would get a good night's rest while she was away watching the moon until 3am.

-She sent Thing to spy on you whenever you would disappear into the library, promising him a day off if he collected information on why you were so tired yet not getting any sleep at the same time

-The moment Thing brought back the news of your upcoming exam at Nevermore University, she immediately saw all the pieces falling together. Your sudden lack of eating, spending more time in the library, staying up later, and even pushing down a date with the excuse of being tired (Which she understood).

-You were confused as she started holding you tighter when you were cuddling together, and you got even more confused when you would catch Thing handing you glasses of water throughout the day.

-That night when you didn't come to bed, Morticia immediately knew that you were still in the library, and so she stood up and made her way down the hallway to the room you currently occupied.

-She called out to you as she sneaked up behind you, placing her hand on your stack of books as she tapped her nails against the hardback, startling you.

-You immediately looked at the clock, internally cursing yourself for how long you had been studying. When she asked you what was going on, you explained everything (after some prodding from the older woman).

-She guided you back to bed, massaging your shoulders once you had comfortably buried yourself in her body.

-The next day, she woke you up with Thing carrying breakfast on a nice silver tray and told you that she would be helping you study.

-After breakfast, she brought you to the library and closed the curtains so that no light other than her candles was in the room.

-She told you that you would be studying for 25 minutes, and then take a 5-minute break, as the therapist at Wednesday's school had talked about to the young girl (Despite Wednesday not giving two shits).

-She'd accompany you, reading her own horror novels and snipping roses of stems and making sure you took a break when you were supposed to and drank water.

-Wednesday would occasionally come in, rolling her eyes at her mother's sappy nature towards you.

-Once the exam date came, your girlfriend wouldn't stop peppering your face with kisses, telling you that when you got home, the two of you could watch all of your favorite movies and Thing would be your personal maid for the rest of the night.

-And when you got home, she fulfilled that promise <3

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If you enjoyed reading this, don't forget to like, reblog and comment! Thank you and you are loved <3

-Akira

#morticia addams #morticia addams x reader #wendsday #tim burtons wendsday #lesbian #bisexual #pansexual #wlw #nblw #nblw ns/fw #wlw ns/fw #wlw and nblw only #headcanons #exam comfort #Akira writes

[undiscovered-horizon]

Bestie- u didn’t just deliver u served and I’m the greedy gremlin who’s eating this up, that was amazing, he’s so skrunkly I love him 😔Ur gonna kill me here but bestie I need them to meet I can’t 😩

This is the effect of me doing sudokus and crosswords in the ethics lecture... Was listening to Jasmine Thompson's cover of 'Rather Be' while writing this and honestly?? A whole mood

Imagine the Riddler being your secret admirer. - Part 3

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 4] [Part 5]

That day felt weirdly long as if hours were stretching out as much as the universe would allow them to. You haven't felt that tired and fed up in quite a while, dreaming about the soft comfort of your own bed during your commute back home.

Home, however, had another surprise in store for you:

"Perfect timing, Eddie," you said to yourself as you tore the envelope off your front door. "Could use a little pick-me-up."

You opened the letter and couldn't help the surprise at the front of the card you were given. For some reason, it said "Invitation" in fancy, glittery writing. Inside, on the left side was another torn-out page from a poetry collection.

Underneath an apple-tree Sat a maiden and her lover; And the thoughts within her he Yearned, in silence, to discover.

Under the piece of a poem were written only two words: "Meet me". Your gaze followed the vague message to the right side of the card where a small map was drawn. It looked like a bird's view of a restaurant or a bar with a question mark drawn over one of the, as you had assumed, tables like the little map was the continuation of the unfinished sentence. On top of the drawing was scribbled an address, a date and an hour. You were supposed to meet him in a week's time.

From that moment on, you could hardly think about anything else and, little did you know, so did he. It was going to be a fateful Wednesday evening.

"That's the place," you whispered to yourself as you checked the GPS on your phone again.

You found yourself standing before a desolate diner that looked like it was taken straight out of Quentin Tarantino's movie. But you had to admit that the Pulp Fiction feel to the locale was charming in some way as if gracefully continuing your dilemma whether you were now the main character of a rom-com or a slash horror film.

"Here goes nothing," you said with a sigh. With each step towards the front door of the diner, your restlessness was only increasing.

The bell near the door chimed cheerfully as you hesitantly entered the building. At first, you couldn't see a soul inside - even the waitress was more of a cryptid as you could only hear her quiet chatter with the cooks coming from the kitchen. They left the door slightly ajar. According to the drawing, the marked table should be the one under the vintage-style graffiti with a pin-up girl holding a tray of apple pie. Your heart stopped for a moment, seeing that the booth was occupied.

Ever since he sat down in that booth, he'd been eyeing the door, waiting for the fateful moment you enter. The muffled laughter of the waitress rung in his ears and Eddie was half-convinced that she was laughing at him. After all, who was he to ever believe that you were actually going to show up? That you would be anything but disgusted with him?

He watched as you checked his little drawing once more. You turned your head towards him and Ed could swear the time actually slowed down if not entirely stopped when your gaze met his. The moment you realized that it was him, a bright smile appeared on your face, making Eddie's palms even sweatier than they already were. He just knew he was going to mess things up - there was no way in Hell that he could impress you. That much was obvious to Eddie.

You were just so... unreal to him. There he was: the loser, the loner, the butt of the joke and there were you, the epitome of grace approaching the table he was sitting at. He couldn't believe his own senses, some anxious beast still gnawing at his thoughts, that you didn't immediately turn around and left once you saw him.

"Hey," you said softly as you sat down across from him.

"H-hi," he nervously stuttered out.

Eddie looked more or less as you expected him to: a quiet, kind of awkward and easy-to-overlook guy who had no idea what he had gotten himself into. Your friends always found it very amusing that you had a thing for underdogs. No matter how strange it might sound to anyone else, you thought there was a certain charm to his awkwardness like an adorable deer caught in headlights.

"You have great taste." You waved the "invitation" card before putting it back into your purse.

"In what?" Eddie asked sheepishly. His mind was fluctuating between blankness and intrusive thoughts, so coherence and reason weren't something he could count on at the moment.

You shrugged. That bright, showstopping smile was still on your face and Eddie felt he wouldn't be able to look away from you even if he wanted to. "Poetry. Flowers," you counted. "Girls."

His chubby cheeks turned crimson red at your words. Your confidence made him even more aware of his incapacitating insecurity. Eddie believed his intrusive thoughts: there was nothing he could delight you with.

"I loved your riddles," you confessed. "You're really good at it."

A flutter of his heart and a ray of lovesick hope.

#the batman #the batman 2022 #riddler x reader #riddler x you #dano riddler x reader #dano riddler x you #the riddler x you #the riddler x reader #edward nygma #edward nashton #the batman fanfiction #the batman imagine #the batman fanfic #riddler fanfiction #riddler fanfic #riddler imagine #the riddler fanfiction #the riddler imagine #the riddler fanfic #dano!riddler #dano riddler #the riddler #riddler #dano!riddler imagine #dano!riddler fanfiction #dano!riddler x you #dano!riddler x reader #paul dano riddler #danonation #edward nashton x you

[shatcey]

IkeVil Prologue

I finished reading the prologue and realized that I don't remember some fragments from the JP version of the game. Most likely, I just forgot…. after all, it was like 5 months ago.

First of all, Willy didn't come up with a nickname for Kate.

It's a little sad… I used to think it was his idea…

She fell for his charms almost immediately. I vaguely remember it, but from this line it's quite obvious…

Why did they change that? What's wrong with the KING? It sounds shorter, easier to pronounce. And the phrase "self-righteous king" sounds so catching… firm and majestic… Maybe I just need time to get used to it…

NO! I DON'T LIKE IT!!! Monarch is the brand of tea! Willy… Why did they do this to you? My poor tea boy(((

Victor asked the others what they thought? What? How could I forget about it?

I mean, Kate answered him, and it shook him to the core. Even Willy commented on it. Because no one ever answers him? Poor Vic… They're not weird enough for you.

And this joke they used in a comic.

This is from the official X (Twitter) page.

Kate's thoughts are really good. I had completely forgotten how thoroughly she analyzes everything… For example, "they tell me too much to keep me alive" or "why did they leave the door open if it was a secret mission?". True and true. You're so smart, girl, no wonder I wanna be you. But this one surprised me…

I would have definitely fell for his eyes… such a beautiful and unusual shade. But a flirting? I'm not an expert… and maybe his voice doesn't make that impression on me, but I don't think he ever flirts…

I don't know… Look at that bored gaze… at those long fingers, which I suppose he taps irritably… He doesn't look particularly intimidating! Especially with Ellis around. I always thought William looked the most villainous. But it's probably just me.

And I completely forgot that Victor showed a magic trick. How could I forget about it?

It feels like I haven't read the Prologue at all… In my defense, this was the first time I've read an auto-translation from Japanese, and my brain was overloaded trying to figure out what it really means…

Really? This castle can eat people??? Now I want to visit it even more! Ghostbusters!!!

I vaguely recall, but at the time I read it as a "dangerous liquid." I thought he meant poison or something really strong, like pure ethyl alcohol, which you cannot drink if you don't know how to do it right. I didn't do it. But I've heard rumors…

Really? You too? I thought Willy was the only fatalist…

And finally… There are slightly different accents in this scene compared to what I remember…

I wonder how someone can control the feelings of others? Like… Victor forbade me to get closed to you, so shoo…

But he is considering another option. He's not like the other father-figures in the games. He KNOWS that it is impossible to stay away from them)))

And since everyone has already read the prologue, and this won't be a spoiler, I have a couple of thoughts that I haven't talked about until now for this exact reason.

First of all… Wth of mission was this if it required them all to be there? They only show us the death of one person. One person. William alone could have handled it easily. Why were they all there? It doesn't make any sense. They just stand there and stare at the murder. Elbert is probably looking at the objects of beauty around, but the rest… (exhales)

Second. She doesn't know anything. She just saw a guy commit suicide. If Will (and I firmly believe he did it on purpose) didn't mention the name of the organization, they didn't even need to drag her with them. She had just witnessed a tragic suicide, which was probably the sacrafice, given that no one was trying to help him. "So… Ok… Keep doing your ritual or whatever it is. I didn't see anything. I'm going home." That would be a normal reaction. But… All Ikemen games have such weird logic, and I don't even know why I still surprised.

And the last one. They bring her to Victor. She is scared and wants to find out the truth before she dies (brave of her), but in the process she begins to think that NOW she knows too much to live... (facepalm)

I won't even comment on it.

So… I decided that I would made an additional page for the EN version of the game. I think it would be easier for people who don't play the JP version. And I like to have a fresh start. A new beginning - new posts. Something like that.

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🔝 Start page 🔝

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#cybird ikemen #ikemen series #cybird #ikemen games #ikemen villians #ikemen villains #ikevil

[theladyofshalott1989]

Ch. 1: "Journeys End in Lovers' Meeting" // Hogwarts: Legacy AU OC x OC

So, I may or may not have written this at 5 AM... LMAO. Thank you to @heyitszev (unreliablenarrator on AO3) for letting me borrow his OC, Charlie Cagney, from his series To be Loved is to be Changed (which you should check out right now!).

Note: Charlie is pre-transition in this chapter.

Damien is my OC from the Like Moths to a Flame series.

Without further ado... ENJOY!

Chapter 1: "Journeys End in Lovers' Meeting"

Early December 1889

London

Damien never expected that by the end of an unusually warm winter day in December, he’d be engaged to be wed. And to a young lady, at that. Brilliant.

Well, to be fair, who else would he be engaged to? A young gentleman? No, that would never do. Not now, not ever. But it was one thing to know that he’d one day have to get married to a woman, and another thing entirely to be shackled to an actual one. It certainly wasn’t ideal. 

Speaking of the aforementioned girl…

“I’d rather not be in this scenario either, you know,” she said. Charlene said. Damien should probably start getting used to referring to her by her name.

“Hmmm?” Damien replied, still deep in thought. He fiddled with his wristwatch. Charlene… something felt off about that name, but Damien couldn’t quite place his finger on it. He supposed the young woman standing before him didn’t look like a Charlene. On second thought, who did she look like?

“This engagement,” she spat out the last word like it made a particularly bad taste in her mouth, then flushed. “I’m sorry, that was rude of me.”

“No, no need to apologize,” Damien said with a smirk. “We’re on the same page.” He could appreciate Charlene’s bluntness, at the very least.

She breathed a sigh of relief. After an awkward pause in which a maid alighted at their table carrying a tea tray and setting all the various accouterments before them, Charlene changed the subject: “When did your father tell you about me?”

Damien took a sip of tea before replying. “Mere moments before we stepped out of the carriage.”

“Really?” Charlene asked, her eyes wide. Damien noticed for the first time that they were a rich brown, nearly his shade too, if not for the gold specks in his own eyes. She was also ignoring her tea entirely, which struck Damien as odd.

He nodded in response to her question. 

“That is… deeply unfortunate.” 

Damien held back a laugh. “How long have you known about me?”

“A few weeks. It seems as if our engagement is all my aunt can talk about.” Charlene tugged at her long, dark braid nervously. Damien could hear her feet shuffling under the table, even through the voluminous folds of her dress. She seemed uncomfortable. That made two of them.

“Oh?” He took another sip of his tea.

She coughed. “The size of your estate speaks for itself.” 

Damien couldn’t help himself; he released a hearty laugh. “At least I can bring something to our eventual union.” Oh, he really shouldn’t have said that. Damien just barely managed to hold back a grimace.

“Whatever do you mean?” 

“Nothing, nothing,” Damien responded, setting down his tea cup. He squinted out the window to his immediate left. The rays of sunlight coming through the partially open curtains were blinding. “Nice day we’re having, hmmm?”

Charlene narrowed her eyes. “You can’t just change the subject like that.” Oh, she was a perceptive one…

“I can and I will,” he said with as straight of a face as he could muster. 

“Charming,” was all Charlene said in reply. She seemed decidedly unimpressed, but at least she didn’t pry further.

Their conversation stayed light and superficial for the remainder of tea. As the conversation plodded along in the dullest of manners, Damien stole a surreptitious glance at his father at the table across the room. He seemed to be enjoying his conversation with Charlene’s aunt. Lucky him.

“Am I boring you?” Charlene broke through his rumination. 

Damien glanced up, caught off guard by the interruption. "Oh, no, not at all," he replied quickly, trying to regain his composure. "Just lost in thought, I suppose."

Charlene's expression softened slightly. She hummed, presumably in contemplation. Who knew though? Damien found her very difficult to read, which was unusual for him. 

He offered her a sheepish smile. "My sincerest apologies. It’s been… a day.” He snuck a glance at his watch. “And it’s barely past two o’ clock.”

Charlene shook her head in mock dismay. "The trials and tribulations of the aristocracy."

Despite his better judgment, Damien found himself laughing. Again. Something about Charlene amused him. It was… pleasantly surprising?

Did he find her attractive? It seemed impossible - he had never found a girl pretty before - but there was something in her manner, the way she held herself, that he found captivating. He shook his head and was about to resume the conversation when his father cleared his throat from across the room. 

“It is quite refreshing to see you two getting along so well,” Mr. Evans said as he stood up. “And so quickly too,” he added, amidst the sound of his chair scraping against the wood floor. 

Charlene’s aunt followed his father’s lead, clapping her hands in an annoyingly gleeful manner. Out of the corner of his eye, Damien observed Charlene tilting her head ever so slightly to hide a grimace. 

He tried to lock eyes with her in an unspoken moment of solidarity, but her gaze remained fixed on her lap. Her composure was, frankly, admirable. Not that Damien would ever say it to her face. 

As the adults, presumably, prepared to say their farewells, Damien seized the opportunity to have one final conversation with Charlene, alone. "Speaking of getting along," he interjected, "I believe Charlene and I have some details to discuss regarding future arrangements. Privately,” he made sure to tack on at the end.

Charlene’s head shot back up, a curious glint in her eye. 

Mr. Evans nodded in approval, completely oblivious to Damien’s deception. Nothing new there. "Excellent, excellent," he exclaimed. "It's wonderful to see such enthusiasm for the wedding."

Damien offered a tight smile. If only everyone in the room knew the truth behind the facade he had built around himself. As intrigued as he was by Charlene, as confused by what entranced him so, he knew that he could never love her. Not in the way that a normal man loved a woman. Would she mind? Would he ever deign to tell her? 

Charlene’s eyes were still fixed on his face, searching. Something about the way she was looking at him was worrisome. Damien gulped. This girl was going to be a proverbial thorn in his side, wasn’t she?

#the mcverse #charlie cagney #damien evans #oc x oc #hogwarts legacy fanfic

[hughungrybear]

Me while watching Last Twilight Ep. 3:

I swear if P'Aof makes me cry (again) in this episode, I might send him my health insurance bills for the things he's doing (done) on my mental health 😂

1. Of course, the scene starts with a promotion of the upcoming merch 😅 I see you, GMMTV. You're making me want them too 😅😅😅😅 Also, Mhok and Day are acting like they are life-long friends now. Day is just adorable. I can see why Mhok has the urge to just scoop him up 🤭🤭🤭

2. To channel @dribs-and-drabbles' energy, I think Mhok's "Fitness Leader" is very apt for this scene as he tries to help Day to improve his other senses in order to enjoy and live his life despite his disability. 😭 Also, I wonder what Mhok saw in Day's phone? 🤔🤔🤔

3. Look at Day, Mum and Night 😭😭😭 Babying him was just doing Day a disservice. Maybe that's why he was so angry during the first episode. <after five seconds> Gods damn. You should have at least let him eat first 😭😭😭

4. Oh, so it was Mhok who broke up with Porjai? Also, I'm not liking the new bf. Why is she the one saving up for the wedding? Where's my girl, Gee (Film) at? 😅

5. Ah, this is what I was talking about last ep. It seems nobody knows aside from Day's family (and Mhok) that he is essentially blind. Why did the family kept it a secret though??? It would mean Day will never be able to show his face to the public. That's just wild. <after five seconds> Oh my gods, I am crying again. Damn you, kind chancellor of Day's uni admissions 😭😭😭

6. Sidenote: I know this series is not based on any existing novel, but damn. Looking for a book in which Day and Mhok are supposed to be the main characters is (as always) so meta of P'Aof 😂 Also, ngl, that's some effective product promotion they got there - even a blind man can smell and taste the difference 😂😂😂

7. Ooof. Mhok is definitely feeling something already 😳 The man is actively blushing. He is probably grateful that Day cannot see him.

8. That's awfully sweet of Mhok to let Day find the book. Also, who the fvck tears off the last page of a book and sells it off to a second-hand shop? And a novel at that??? Heathens. 🤬

9. Ah, I knew Porjai's new bf cannot be trusted. But also, Mhok, you forgot something important. Day is in trouble 😭😭😭 This is like the "incident" all over again.

10. Oh, my god. The hot pink shirt has healing powers 😭😭😭😭 If not for the ridiculousness of that shirt's colour (and Mhok's mustache), I might have cried again 😅😅😅

11. Mum, don't make me hate you. Mhok was the only person who treated Day decently and has not babied him to the extent that he cannot even come down to the dinner table to eat. The fvck. 🤬

12. Wait, Mhok, now that Day is okay, you need to tell Porjai about her two-timing boyfriend. 🤬

I don't get it - why did Day looked so shooked when Mhok said "good night"? Isn't it a standard greeting? Also, based on the preview, Porjai asking Day the right questions 😂😂 And my girl, Gee, confirming to Day that Mhok is indeed "hot" LOL I kennat 😂😂😂

#last twilight the series #last twilight #mhokday #mhok x day #jimmysea #jimmy jitaraphol #sea tawinan

[trickstarbrave]

why is it whenever i wanna write weird kinky smut i gotta have at least 5+ fucking pages of exposition and world building before i fucking get to it.

anyways here is from the concubine au (nerevar and voryn will have to fake being lord and concubine for Reasons)

warning for sexual assault mentioned, slavery, injuries. nothing is directly shown except for proof of it. abuser gets killed tho

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Voryn sat on the comfortable cushions, making small talk with Anaryl Dres, a lord of House Dres. Voryn was quite good with making small talk, acting as though he was speaking to a prospective southern lord to establish a trade of a sizable amount of saltrice in exchange for many dwemer goods, something of value unique to House Dagoth. 

In reality though, Voryn was as tense as he had been in some time. 

He had been chasing false lead after false lead, reaching dead end after dead end for two gods damn years. Nerevar claimed he wanted to go south and look for work from another house after he and Gilvoth got into a particularly bad altercation that resulted in half the town’s guards harassing Neht afterwards on Gilvoth’s orders. Voryn had assured him he dealt with the problem as needed, but Nerevar brushed him off and insisted it would be for the best. 

After several weeks, Nerevar stopped responding. Voryn, overcome with anxiety despite his brothers assuring him it was probably just some lost letters, went to his residence, only to find it empty. 

Certainly people going missing in Resdayn wasn’t new. The land was harsh and strangers were not kind nor sympathetic. You either survived, or you didn’t. Nerevar, however, wasn’t weak enough to be killed by some stray cliff racer and left to die in the wilderness. He was strong, sensible, and headstrong. Voryn knew better, and that if he wanted to find Nerevar, he needed to do it with his own resources because guards and other houses would not help him. 

This time it looked like a promising lead. Anaryl Dres was normally pretty reserved and secretive, but drunkenly bragged about his new concubine. Only a few details could be gleaned before he left the party: said concubine was a man who was originally born and raised as a girl, the concubine was only half chimer, was supposed to be sold into slavery by his house but was ‘hidden away’ until discovered again, and was very disobedient. 

It was a dead ringer for Nerevar: a half blood chimer from House Mora, a lesser house that sold many mixed race children into slavery by order of the Ra’athim clan who resented being ousted from their city by nords. Nerevar also originally grew up as a girl, something Voryn personally went out of his way to correct as Nerevar wished. And lastly, Nerevar would not be broken even after two years of enslavement. After prodding for more answers, all Anaryl would reveal is that his concubine had white hair and scar-tattoos, but those were quite common for many in House Mora. 

A servant came in, bowing respectfully to Voryn. Voryn turned to give her his attention, as she came close to his ear, speaking low as to be respectful, but loud enough that it didn’t seem secretive. 

“I spotted the tea set you asked of me, Lord Dagoth.” She said low, not missing a beat. “I purchased it, as per your request.” It wasn’t uncommon for nobles from Vvardenfell to shop in larger cities while doing business on the mainland. Especially for a house as remote as House Dagoth, it would be expected he’d send servants to procure various items while he met and spoke with other nobles. But this was more than a servant who had been out shopping for their lord: this was actually a spy he sent to check the residence, and was answering in code. 

They had indeed found Nerevar after so long of searching. Voryn could almost smile with pure delight, his heart racing in his chest. Nerevar was here. Soon, he’d have Nerevar back in the safety of Kogoruhn’s walls. But for now, he needed to continue the act. Just a bit more. 

“Very good.” Voryn replied dryly, sipping the trama root tea in his cup. The liquid was far too bitter for his tastes, but he was a master at controlling his expressions when he had to. “And the others…?” He asked, looking at the servant skeptically. 

“Most of the others on your list were purchased, Lord Dagoth. The other servants are taking them to the propylon chamber and to Kogoruhn.” 

Translation: most of the guards in the rest of the manor were paid off in full and the ones who refused were killed. Any and all documents relating to Nerevar were secured in the manor. All that was left was getting Nerevar out of there, after which the Morag Tong would come in immediately after his exit and the Dres lord and his remaining guards who were present in the room with them.

Voryn held back a sinister smile. He waited a few moments, before sighing. 

“I suppose it is getting late.” Voryn looked annoyed at the prospect of leaving. 

“Oh, Lord Dagoth, there is still so much to discuss.” Anaryl looked positively giddy. No doubt he was getting sick pleasure from the idea he was holding Voryn’s closest friend prisoner right under the mer’s nose, ignorant that his life would soon be over for such an offense. 

“It’s not as though we need to iron out all of the details in one sitting.” Voryn replied, finishing his cup of tea. “We can meet again in a week’s time. I’ll bring some of the metal and artifacts for you to see for yourself.” Voryn gave a polite smile as he rose to his feet. “I think that would be even more helpful to our agreement.” 

“Oh, absolutely.” He was still grinning far too wide. The man would be horrible at cards, as Nerevar would say. Absolutely too over eager and bragging with his face. “Don’t be afraid to contact one of my servants, Lord Dagoth. We have plenty of saltrice to go around, after all.” 

“I’ll send word about our next meeting soon.” Voryn lied, as he left through the door. As soon as the door was shut, he couldn’t help but finally smirk softly. 

After an hour, Voryn returned to the residence. The sun had nearly set by now, Azura’s hour fading away and the stars beginning to twinkle. He entered from the back door, knowing he wouldn't be spotted. 

Sure enough, the noble was dead on the ground, his throat slit. Of the few remaining guards who were nearby, three were dead and the others no doubt refused to fight seeing the attackers were from the guild. Normally it would be hard to kill even a lesser lord of a Great House, but it seems Anaryl was not well liked by his employees or most higher members of House Dres. 

Now free to move about as he pleased, Voryn stepped around the blood and walked upstairs, paying the gore and death in the sitting room little regard. Servants quietly filed in after him, taking all documents related to his visit with them as well in an effort to cover his tracks. Voryn was, if anything, thorough. 

Up the stairs, a spy waited at a door, signaling it was the room Nerevar was in. Voryn paused briefly outside it, his excitement now turning to nervousness. He was terrified of what he might see, what state Nerevar might be in. Had he heard the killing downstairs? Was he badly injured or starved? What if he was furious that Voryn took so long to save him? 

Still, Voryn couldn’t wait forever. He took a deep breath and opened the door, his eyes immediately falling on the figure laying on a plush pile of pillows, completely unconscious. An elf, golden skinned with long white hair was dressed in gauzy fabric and cheap jewelry, a pipe laying on the floor nearby. A sickly sweet scent clung to the air, a sure sign someone was recently smoking skooma. Their chest rose and fell, their face partially obscured. 

Voryn took a hesitant step forward. Then another. And another. He could barely believe his eyes, as he finally took in the figure’s face, relief washing over him. 

“Nerevar…” He breathed out, sinking to his knees. “I finally found you.” 

Nerevar had gotten thinner, not to mention lighter. No doubt he couldn’t use his muscles properly being confined like this. He had dark circles under his eyes too, and from what skin was showing Voryn could see bruises on his limbs and neck. Love bites, kicks, punches, even hand marks from strangulation. It was enough to make Voryn want to commit necromancy just to kill the bastard himself over and over again. 

“Neht,” Voryn’s voice dipped to a soft, tender tone as he gingerly shook Nerevar’s shoulder. “Wake up.” He was afraid of shaking too much, terrified he might accidentally aggravate an injury he couldn’t see. It was a stark contrast to how he was with Nerevar as his guard--back then Nerevar seemed so proud and strong, like nothing could truly topple him. Now though he looked delicate and fragile, something Voryn was terrified of breaking. 

“Mm?” Nerevar’s eyes cracked open. His eyes looked hazy, red and irritated but with his pupils blown wide. “... Voryn~!” Nerevar’s face broke out into a giddy smile as he threw his arms around Voryn’s shoulders, tugging the other chimer into a hug. “Mm… I missed you~” Nerevar purred low, before erupting into giggles. 

Voryn gave a heavy sigh, trying to untangle himself from Nerevar’s arms. He was hoping that Nerevar wasn’t intoxicated, but it seemed that wasn’t the case. Regardless, it wouldn’t be hard to leave with Neht and return to Kogoruhn where he could be treated properly. 

“I missed you too.” Voryn replied, finally freed from Nerevar’s grasp. “But I’m here to bring you back with me to Kogoruhn.” Nerevar’s eyes couldn’t focus properly, darting around whenever they were opened. 

“‘M tired…” Nerevar mumbled, sinking back into the cushions. Voryn gave another sigh, reminding himself this wasn’t Nerevar’s fault. 

“I know, Neht.” Voryn stroked some of his hair out of his face. “You can sleep once we get home.” 

Home. Where Nerevar belonged. In the nice, soft bed in the room right next to Voryn’s. The room Voryn kept in perfect condition with most of Nerevar’s belongings still inside it, waiting for the day he could bring Nerevar back. 

A guard of House Dagoth carried him, after Voryn wrapped him with a cloak to conceal his appearance. Then it was just a matter of getting to the propylon chamber and back to his stronghold. They could put all this mess behind them.

#nerevoryn #nerevar #indoril nerevar #voryn dagoth #morrowind #no seriously why is there worldbuilding here #we have not made it to the smut yet tho #concubine au

[bilightningwhumper]

Mangst 2024- Day 5

“Can’t you see that there are people who love you?”

Summary:

Robin receives a terminal diagnosis and refuses treatment. Marianne finds out and is furious about Robin's decision.

Notes:

Sorry, this one is a long one. Adding a cut on the tumblr version of this one since it gets up to 4 pages on my doc file, lol Next one is probably going to be shorter. But having all this creative build up while being sick made this one get away from me, so we'll see how long the rest of these take for me to write. Warnings: somewhat suicidal idealization and medical trauma mention, but it's kind of vague, as all of this is from Marianne's PoV Characters: Robin- Robin Hood Marianne- Maid Marian (Fun fact, Marianne was originally Rae's name, but then Robin popped into existence and changed that, lol)

Marianne’s POV

“Marianne, wait. Wait!”

She stopped, hand tight on the stair railing. “What?”

Crystal caught up to her, breathing hard. Once she caught her breath, she said, “You can’t just go in and yell at Robin. She’s already been traumatized enough. What do you think is going to happen if you go in and start yelling at her?”

Marianne felt her teeth squeak from clenching them so hard. “I can’t just be okay with her dying.”

Crystal sighed. “I’m not saying you should be. Just…” She put a hand on Marianne’s arm. “Don’t go in guns blazing. That’s all I’m asking.”

She knew Crystal was right. She did. Taking a breath, she did her best to relax her body. At the very least to make her scent lessen. It wasn’t until she’d stopped that Marianne realized she could smell her own frustration and anger. Thank god she was in the Alpha Dormitory or she’d have put a lot of omegas in distress.

Crystal pat her arm softly before backing away. “For what it’s worth, I do hope you change her mind.” Then she left Marianne standing alone on the stairs.

Taking a moment to breathe more, Marianne continued on her way to Robin’s room. Granted, at a much slower pace. It just didn’t make sense to her. Even though she barely knew the other alpha and had only seen her from afar till now, she’d seen and heard the effects of what Robin had done. Yes, she’d been a part of how they’d been able to free Sam. But she’d helped so many others in the Institution. Helping them escape. Keeping spirits up. Helping people stay themselves under the brainwashing. How could someone like that be so willing to just… give up?

Once she got to Robin’s door, she realized her hands were shaking. How exactly was she supposed to do this? This wasn’t exactly how she imagined introducing herself to her soulmate.

Creak

Marianne startled back as the door opened. Dull gray eyes met hers as the two alphas stood before her.

Robin was the same height as her, she noticed first. Short brown hair hung limp on her shoulders. Her clothing was clean, but rumpled, as if she’d been lying in bed before opening the door.

“You smell like your brother.” Robin’s voice was as tired as the expression on her face.

Marianne licked her lips, mouth suddenly dry as Robin’s scent hit her right then. Pine and… She didn’t know someone could smell like mulled cider. It made her knees weak, regardless. This wasn’t going to plan. Sam told her Robin didn’t believe in soulmate partnering. Falling for this girl would be a mistake. Even if she did look adorable in a slightly over-sized shirt. And her lips looked very kissable.

Aaand she’d been staring. Crap. Say something.

“Is that a good or bad thing?”

Okay, not great, but progress.

Robin just shrugged, leaning against her door frame. “Neutral, as far as I’m concerned. Just means I know you’re related, because yeah, it’s not exactly the same, but I knew I could open the door without it being a nosy doctor coming to check on me.” Her eyes, dull as they were, still pierced Marianne, sizing her up. “I’m going to gather Sam sent you here to persuade me to change my mind?”

She said it so blandly, Marianne felt her teeth instantly clench again.

“No fucking shit, Sherlock. He’s devastated, just like the rest of your pack. And can you really blame him? Deciding to die and abandon everyone?”

So much for staying calm.

Growling lowly, Robin grabbed Marianne’s arm and yanked her into the room. The door shut with a snap as Robin rounded on her. “Stink up the whole place, why don’t you? You’re going to get everyone riled up at this rate. I get that you’re mad on behalf of your brother, but you need to calm down.”

Now enclosed in the room, Marianne’s scent surrounded them. She tried desperately to calm down, but being here, in front of her soulmate, her dying soulmate, she couldn’t stop spiraling.

“I just don’t get it. How can you just not even try to live? There’s treatments, medications, things to keep you alive.” She raked her fingers through her hair. “You’ve got so much to live for, so why?”

Robin pinched the bridge of her nose, closing her eyes. “Look, you don’t know me. Trying to convince me to change my mind is a waste of your time. All you need to know is I made my peace a long time ago that this was a possibility. So once you’ve calmed down enough, you can go comfort your brother.”

“You’re just giving up.” Marianne snapped. “Do you even care about what that’s going to do to everyone that cares about you?”

“They’ll move on and see they’re better off without me.” Robin’s voice was level, resigned.

Marianne wanted to shake her. “But- you- They’re better off with you! Can’t you see that? Can’t you see that there are people who love you? Why else do you think I’m here?”

“They shouldn’t.” Robin snapped, scent flaring to match Marianne’s. “No one should love me. Not after what I’ve done.”

“What, helping people escape that hellhole? Taking care of people you were told to hurt and overpower? Even though you knew you’d be the one punished for it?”

Robin looked like she was chewing on her tongue, jaw tight, fists clenched. When she spoke, her voice was low, a snarl underlying it. “You should stay out of things that are none of your business. This is my life. So you-”

“I’m your soulmate, so I think this is my business.” Marianne growled.

Something flickered in Robin’s eyes as she flinched back. “You’re… You’re Marianne?” she asked slowly.

Marianne softened slightly, smelling the unease in Robin’s scent. “Yeah, I’m Marianne. You didn’t know?”

For the first time since she opened the door, Robin refused to look at her. “I knew you were one of Sam’s sisters. But in my defense, he has a lot of them. Of you.”

At a loss, Marianne didn’t know what to do now. All the fight seemed to have left the other alpha. She’d shrunk into herself, shoulders hunching and, without stepping away, had drawn back away from Marianne.

“Yeah… That makes sense.” She pulled at her hair, debating whether or not to hug Robin. “But I’m not looking to start anything. Sam told me you don’t have any interest in being anyone’s soulmate.”

Robin looked up then, eyeing her. “So what do you want then? Other than to shout at me?”

“To be friends? Acquaintances? Two people that just vent at each other about how stupid and oblivious my brother is?”

She got a half smile for that. “Sam’s not that dumb.”

“So you’re telling me he didn’t complain and pine about Derrick to you at all. Or Hannah for that matter? Even though I’m pretty sure that it’s clear upon seeing either of those two with him they’re as smitten with him as he is with them?”

A small laugh. “Okay, yeah, it was sickeningly sweet. I wanted to smother the kid sometimes.”

Marianne smiled, stepping closer tentatively. “So, can you at least think about it? If the treatments or meds don’t help, I won’t keep pushing. But can you at least try?”

“I…” Robin sighed, rubbing her eyes. “It’s not that simple.”

“You don’t have to answer now.” Marianne said, throat tightning, though she tried to hide it. “But at least just think about it, instead of just saying no.”

She didn’t get any answer, though she didn’t expect one. Resisting the urge to give Robin a hug, she stepped past her and left the room. Down the stairs. Back outside to sit on a bench and put her head in her hands, all the tension leaving her body at once, leaving only exhaustion behind.

She had tried. And hopefully that was enough.

#ao3 writer #autistic writer #lgbt writers #whump community #whump writing #whumpblr #creative writing #fairy tale retelling #robin hood #whump angst #exhausted whumpee #recovering whumpee #stubborn whumpee #whump scenario #mangst 2024 #mangst2024 #writing challenge #the new eden institution

[amaiguri]

Before Page 1 Tag Game

Thanks to @maiemorrae for the tag and prompt! The premise of this one is:

What's one of the most interesting things that happens before Page #1?

Coincidentally... I made a giant post in my Discord the other day about the hypothetical prequel novel to Yssaia. I may or may not ever write it so someone else should just do it for me :P JK jk... unless... 🥺🥺🥺

Let's pass the tag on to @anyablackwood @zebee-nyx @cee-grice @whitherwordswither and @olive-riggzey -- But it is, of course, open to anyone who wants to infodump about their backstories!

Without further ado, an entire novel in bullet points under the cut:

THE HYPOTHETICAL BACKSTORY NOVEL

A Story, loosely follows Arlasaire and those around her as a metaphor for Thuille -- A country that was falsely repurposed, abused, and ultimately betrayed. A tragic treatise on the failures of individualism.

1. Arlasaire's Adoption + Gil's refusal of the call + His resolution to do better than his father

2. Einharde's Rise to Power + Romance to Gil's mother. He pisses off THROWAWAY BADGUY HOUSE that'll be dismantled by the end of the story.

3. Lucienne's Mother's Death as a Trigger for her Father to start abusing her

4. Gil and Arlasaire Training and bonding as he tries to protect her and fails

5. Diacaius starts operating Kalliopeia with Sipestro

6. Lucienne and Gil's Engagement from Lucienne's Perspective

7. Arlasaire's first kill -- choosing of her own volition to protect Gil from House dBad Guy and their plan to infect her family with Flavoneite

8. Diacaius and Kalliopeia bonding without Sipestro and she decides to be a girl and his daughter

9. Lucienne's dad starts acting a bit crazy around her and shows the dynamic put on her sisters and her. She is forced to hurt them.

10. Gil and Arlasaire spy on House Bad Guy she gets captured. Gil comes to save her -- finally protecting her for once.

11. They work together to take down Lord d'Veltre when he goes insane.

12. Lucienne Borthday party after dad dead, angsts about Gil, learns about the Dusters and the newfound Puppetmaster

13. Diacaius meets Nurelese

14. With the North united under dMagnia and dAramitz and dRomonach, they decide to free the long occupied Selkies and head South

15. Arlasaire and Gil go to thr Demonlands, but get in trouble. Ymver saves them. He's a legend and it's wild that he's returned. Gil immediately secures their future help through careful negotiarions --tho Ymver tells him to rely on Arls more.

16. Arls and Gil meet the Demon King, who tests them but then agrees to be their allies

17. They seize control of the selkie isles near Telethens with the help of the Demons and the Iceni. The Iceni Queen fights the most fiercely and invites them back for a victory feast

18. Diacaius is there, Einharde plays super dirty and beats him -- Einharde makes Arlasaire hogtie the man's wife and skin him for information about how to win which is how it happens

19. They are in Togen Oyer when Diacaius strikes back by organizing assassins killing the King and dragging one of the other Hall's queens off. Arls and Gil are sent home, out of the danger. Gil had to fight to get Arls to go home with him.

20. Gil starts habitually messing around, Arls gets worried. Einharde returns unexpectedly. Arlasaire has to cover her Gil at a dance as he's messing around with girls he isn't supposed to--fucking the middle girl and then also, Lucienne. Arls gets in trouble.

21. House Bad Guys come after Einharde as he's trying to get the funding in Court and he loses it. He beats up Arlasaire over it. Gil tries and fails to protect her.

22. To try to make up for it, they go out on the Yuletide and get her that infamous necklace.

23. Arlasaire and Gil get the assignment from the Demon King to retrieve his daughter and Ymver helps.

24. Arlasaire and Gil retrieve Astaroh, who tearfully parts from Solveng.

25. Gil and Astaroh hook up. Arls gets jelly and she and Gil fight.

26. Gil and Arlasaire drop off Astaroh, she meets her father, Arls wonders if she will ever be loved like that by Einharde. She decides to confront him about it, demand to be loved or she won't help him pass his legislation to defund House Bad Guys.

27. Einharde dies of a heart attack, Gil doesn't let Arlasaire comfort him and turns to Lucienne immediately.

28. Lucienne invites Arlasaire to join her and Gil. It's an awful relationship for all of them. She sends Derecina to spy.

29. Derecina goes to the Puppet Master but gets seduced. He feeds her info that leads Lucienne and Gil to destory House d Bad Guy.

30. Lucienne and Gil and Arls destory House d Bad Guy, house Romanach gets their place formally.

31. Romanach befriends Arlasaire but Arlasaire rejects her a little.

32. Diacaius and Nurelese alter Kalliopeia with her permission, Kalliopeia is a little scared

33. Telethenians attack the isles, Arlasaire and Gil fight Diacaius for the first time alone. They have to retreat to Togen Oyer.

34. Arls and Gil make up and try to promise to face things together. But Gil doesn't trust her. And she has to convince herself to trust him.

35. Telethenians try to head North to Saegenheim. Arls and Gil manage to stop them by killing everyone on one of the ships and misleading it. Kalliopeia is in this battle and is blamed for the failure.

36. Sipestro and the Senate is annoyed that Diacaius changed her without permission and also that Diacaius is taking so much credit. Supestro blames Diacaius' changes for the failure. Diacaius shrugs him off. Sipestro gets Senate to vote to have that part of her removed or to have her dismantled and reexamined.

37. Gil spies on the South and finds out what's gonna happen to Togen Oyer. He starts acting sus but Arls chooses to trust him.

38. Lucienne has a meltdown over Gil being out there with Arlasaire after flashing back to when Arls said "At least he loves me"

39. The Battle of Togen Oyer begins. Gil sees the signs on the wall and seeks to turn traitor. Diacaius tells Gil he has to kill Arlasaire if he wants the rest of his house spared.

40. Senate votes to recall Kalliopeia in the middle of battle. Diacaius convinces Kalliopeia agree they need to use the nuke to prove their worth to the people.

41. Arlasaire and Gil fight. Arls kills Gil. Distraught. She vanishes from the Island with Ymver as Kalliopeia destroys it.

42. Epilogues:

A. Kalliopeia promises never to get dismantled to Diacaius and Nurelese, who promises they'll do anything to protect her.

B. Lucienne realizes that she's fundamentally broken without Gil and that she loves Arlasaire but is horrible to her.

C. And Arlasaire despairs that nothing matters without Gil and that she was never anything more than a symbol. With that, she holds her head high for Ymver crew and becomes the symbol that they need her to be in the face of defeat.

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WOW! Did you actually read all that? Incredible! Thank you so much! I'll love you forever 🥺🥺🥺

#Before Page 1 Tag Game #writeblr #fantasy writing #writing tag #tag game #amaiguri #yssaia

[soapskneebrace]

It’s going to sound mean but you seem so pressed over Umiko’s alleged earnings, it’s worrying. Don’t get me wrong, I understand that seeing what she probably earns could make you feel hurt, but you sound jealous and not in a ‘I wish her well and I hope I’ll be able to earn as much or even more’ but more like ‘why the hell people pay her for her art if they don’t pay me for mine?’. And mentioning her specifically couple of times in your recent posts??? It almost sounds like you have a problem with HER and that SHE is being paid for her art and not you. I both write and draw, I know how much work, effort and time it takes and I am happy for Umiko and other artists, because it seems that people are willing to pay for what we create, you just have to know how to sell your product and it is not Umiko’s fault that it took you this long to figure something out. I’m happy her success motivated you and you decided to talk to your friend who can help you with your art, but seriously your recent posts made me feel like you have a serious problem with that girl. One more thing, you mentioned that she earns more in whatever amount of time than your mom in a year like what about it? Is it Umiko’s fault? People per her because they want to support her and they want to have access to her art, and I guess she wouldn’t earn as much in a normal job.

So first of all, I welcome you to quote directly (not paraphrase--highlight, copy, and paste) where I said or even implied that I think that Umiko should not be paid as much as she is.

Second of all, I mentioned Umiko as often I did because she is one of my favorite artists, not because I dislike her. I adore her work and believe she deserves every dollar she has made. She works very hard and is one of the few artists who I think is actually getting adequate compensation for that work. In addition, she seems to be a very kind person, and I will never resent the success of good people.

Thirdly, am I like not supposed to be jealous of someone making nearly $1million a year off fandom work????????????????????????? Sorry, but I think I'm allowed to feel envious that someone in my community is making more than twenty-four times the money I make, especially considering that I've been making fandom work for cod for about as long as she has. Maybe not as much, but I've been pretty consistent for the past year, despite the fact that I've been doing it for free.

I'm allowed to be salty that fandom culture permits her to ask for payment but fanfiction is just taken for granted as free content. Fandom does not bat an eyelash when artists ask for a subscription fee to access fanart porn, but writers can barely get readers to kick them an occasional $5 through ko-fi. Umiko didn't "figure something out" before I did--she has been allowed to monetize her work every step of the way because fandom has collectively agreed that it is acceptable for her to do so.

Umiko is not the only artist, either--Bluegiragi and Wombywoo are both making a significant amount of money off of their fanart. This is not guesswork on my part; the number of these artists' paid subscribers is available publicly on their patreon pages, and if you went to fourth grade math you're probably able to multiply that by the average fees of their tier lists. It is not hard to figure out that these artists are making a very comfortable living, or at least an extremely lucrative side hustle, off of work they produce for the Call of Duty fandom.

And I'm not saying they shouldn't! I never did! My beef with this fact is that this mode of income is not available to fanfiction writers! I have known writers who have written full length novels of carefully crafted stories that will never see even a fraction of a penny for their work, because fandom insists that fanfiction should not be monetized!

And knowing what I know now, I reject that notion entirely. It is beyond ridiculous, it is exploitative. My work, and the work of my friends, is just as labor-intensive, just as time-intensive, and just as skill-intensive as the work Umiko and the rest produce. If these artists deserve compensation for their fanwork--and I reiterate, they do--then how can we say that fanwriters don't?

As a postscript, I think you took my arguments in very bad faith, and I don't appreciate the finger-wagging you came into my inbox to do. I don't have to simper about other people's worth for my assertions about my own to be valid.

#answered

[twinklelilstarkey]

Dad Rhett! His daughter gets their first period and his wife and Cecilia aren’t available to help him. And his daughter is still elementary age & they haven’t given her the talk yet. Like the scene in My Girl. Fluff and hilarious ensues. 😊

A/N.: Thank you so much for requesting. It means the world to me! Hope what I wrote is good enough <3

Slow Internet - Dad!Rhett Abbott

Words: 1.7k+ Type: Fluff Summary: [What's on the request] Warnings: Mentions of fem!reader [as in 'mom'; no mentions of the mom having a period, either]. Mentions of a period and its symptoms, as well as why it needs to exist. No mentions of the daughter being biological. A panicked father and clueless uncle.

“Okay, uhm…”

Rhett stares at his screen as the website loads. He has no idea what to do. There have been many times where he could’ve, maybe, educated himself better on the subject. Taken the time to do the research so that when this day would come… this wouldn’t happen.

To make things worse, the internet is slow. He has been staring at the loading symbol of some sort of health website for minutes. Long minutes. All while he feels himself almost reaching the state of complete parental panic and frustration in inhumane highs.

You’re on your way from work, already. But, if things couldn't be worse, you will take at least half an hour to get home. Lunchtime is not exactly a time easy to run out of work and even worse to find empty streets. It’s god damn impossible.

“Still nothing, honey. Just a few more minutes.” He tries to tranquilize his daughter from afar.

A sigh is heard from the inside of the bathroom, and Rhett tries to, yet again, refresh the page in hopes of it finishing the loading. The brunette lets his head fall back against the wall. How is he supposed to get anything done with this slow of a phone? If only he had gotten prepared…

Before his mind could make him beat himself up any longer, the sound of moving around in the kitchen reawakes him to reality.

His phone hasn’t started vibrating with a call from his mother. His other (possible) savior. He has nowhere to run for help. He sure isn’t going to ask for help from his dad. Gosh… Would he even know what to do?

A fatigued Perry appears at the end of the hallway, snatching Rhett’s attention from his scolding and mental planning of routes to follow. His brother is breathing heavily and is holding his phone in his hand. Rhett had hoped that it was their mother who called them, but his hope evaporated.

“They say everything is fine on the internet.” Perry exclaims, making his way to his brother, “Did you hear, honey? You’re fine!”

“I am dying!” She screams.

“You are not dying.” The brothers say at the same time.

Rhett hears yet another sigh of defeat.

The small voice mumbles something into the small bathroom, but from the way every sound echos and bounces with the room's tiles, Rhett cannot understand what she's saying most of the time.

“Who’s talking?” She asks, louder this time.

“Uncle Perry, honey.” Rhett answers his daughter.

“When did he get here?” Confusion and frustration were clear in her voice. “Where’s mom?! Or grandma?”

“On their way.”

Silence follows his words right after. And this is when Perry decides that it’s a nice time to read out loud all of his findings. He had climbed the kitchen table to get better reception or better internet. He was ready to say everything out loud.

Rhett watches as his brother walks over to the door of the bathroom and crouches. He then leans in and begins to speak.

“It says here that it’s totally normal for a girl of your age to have it. Some even have it younger- The youngest was 5 years old.” Rhett can’t even hold himself back from sending a glare at his brother. Why was that fact even necessary? “And this is something called... a period.”

There’s a pause, and Perry uses it to check on his brother.

“Are you going to join in, or…?” He asks Rhett.

“Wait for her mom to get home. She’ll explain it.”

“You’re the dad.” Perry leans in to emphasize. “You should be a part of the learning session too.”

That seemed to be convincing enough for both to now be beside one another. Each of them takes a seat in front of the bathroom door and stares at it. They take turns on who holds the phone that has the information and who speaks it.

There were no sounds in the bathroom after each of their long and simple sentences explaining the natural phenomenon until…

“EVERY MONTH?!”

It’s a scream verging into a worded squeal. It penetrated the thick wood of the door with extreme ease. The same door the men have been screaming at for her to hear them this entire time. Both of them share a look before continuing on with no regrets.

“From 3 to 7 days.” Perry prefers to be the one to continue.

“Uh?!”

It's the sound of pure confusion and unacceptance of her new reality. Rhett buried his head in his hands for just a few seconds, and then Perry gave him the phone once more.

“You should be the one telling her this.”

Rhett wasn’t even sure what was the worst part he had to mention. His daughter is in elementary school for god’s sake, and now he had to mention how this not only will involve pain from cramps, but also continuous days of blood. Oh, and yeah, he also has to do the breaking of the news about “it means that you have babies.”

The poor girl doesn’t even know kids aren’t taken to their parents by storks yet. He is not the right person to work these things out with her. He knows it.

“Can you at least open the door?” Rhett asks as he faces the tall wood surface before him.

“No!”

“Please?” He tries with a softer voice as well as with a little worried tone. She has been closed in there for the past 20 minutes. Of course, he's worried.

There is a long silence, and Rhett doesn’t let his hope grow with it as he doesn’t hear her walk around. At least she could be considering it, so, he doesn't let his hope die down right away.

“Why don’t you want to come out?” He tries.

“I don’t know.” She says softly, “I feel embarrassed.”

Perry stays silent as he looks between his brother and the door.

“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about, honey. It’s normal.” He emphasizes the last statement.

“How can this be normal?!" She squeals once more.

Rhett sighs and looks at his brother for help. Perry has a daughter too but he didn't have to worry about this with her. His mom was home right when she got it and he wasn't. He really only got the news when arranging the table for dinner. The lucky bastard didn't have to deal with any of this.

“It is natural for you to have it. You're supposed to have this.” He tries to continue with an even softer voice.

“But I don't want it.” The small girl answers back.

“I know.” He answers, “But you'll get used to it. I promise you... Mommy can explain everything better when she gets home, but you have to believe me. Nothing bad is happening, and you're okay.”

Rhett waits for a few seconds for her to move inside of the bathroom, whether to open the door or to just, well, walk around. Perry is quiet, and Rhett swears that he forgot his brother was there for a good bit.

His brown eyes look through the phone and its bright screen. He reads a few words automatically as his eyes hover over the website on his brother's phone. He reads more of the same details that he was able to explain in simple words "it is natural." and "you are not dying".

There are two words that appear in front of him that make his mind light up with an idea.

“There's another thing.” Rhett starts again, breaking the silence.

“What?” She answers right away.

“You can eat all the chocolate you want when you have this.” He offers her her favorite food.

It is an easier way to say to the little girl that she can very much do what her food cravings will ask her to do. She doesn't even know what those are, but what he did just now are the words his daughter had been dreaming of hearing for a long time.

She doesn't speak, but she doesn't stay silent either. Both Perry and Rhett lift their eyes from the floor back to the door when they hear shuffling inside the bathroom. Unexpectedly, the lock clicks out of place and the door opens ever so slightly. The small little head of Rhett's daughter peeks out, and her eyes find his.

“All of the chocolate I want?” She repeats his words.

Perry almost interferes, taking the wording a little too literal. You're not going to like this.

“All of it.” Rhett repeats.

The door opens more, and she walks out entirely. His dad is just 2 steps away from the door, she could reach for him with no worries, but she's hesitant.

“You okay?” He asks her, and she takes in a deep breath.

A car is heard pulling up by the house, and Perry disturbs the moment to get up and check on who it could be. Rhett and his daughter look as he walks down the hallway with speed on his steps, ready to have someone better at the job at hand with them.

Rhett looks back at his daughter when Uncle Perry is out of view, she looks at him as well, taking a small step. She is distancing herself from the bathroom and walking closer to him. They had been playing just like every other day simply a few minutes ago, and she is not exactly proud of screaming at him.

“Are you feeling better? Calmer?” Rhett tries to get a response.

She nods this time. He offers her a grin and lifts his hand to lay it over her back. It's a comforting touch, his hand moves upwards and downwards slowly, but isn't exactly enough for the girl.

She walks on closer and wraps her arms around his neck.

“I'm sorry for screaming.” She whispers, ashamed, on the crook to his neck.

Rhett wraps his arms around her too, pulling his small girl into his arms after so many minutes of her screaming at him. She sure has the same pair of lungs as when she was a baby.

“It's okay.” He whispers back into the fabric of her shirt.

There are footsteps going throughout the house and, soon, you appear at the end of the hallway. The small girl detaches herself from her father's hug and looks at her mom, already searching for all the answers she needs. Rhett can't wait to see your face when he tells you what made your daughter get out of the bathroom.

I hope you liked this &lt;;3 Feel free to request!

#rhett abbott #rhett abbott x reader #rhett abbott imagines #rhett abbott imagine #rhett abbott oneshot #rhett abbott one shot #rhett abbott fanfiction #outer range fanfic #outer range #outer range imagines #outer range fanfiction #outer range fic #rhett abbott fluff #rhett abbott fic #dad rhett abbott #lewis pullman

[magpiefngrl]

You know the square people use to decide what fics they’d take with them to a deserted island? I was thinking about it and I sat down and wondered what my top fics were from the HP fandom specifically. When I boiled it down from the hundreds I’ve read, 9 1/2 Days tied for first place with Heal Thyself by astolat. (Just after those two was The Miseducation of Draco Malfoy so I suppose you can tell that I love character development in fiction.)

What I love about your fic in particular though was that you didn’t shy away from the not-so-nice aspects of Draco’s personality, such as how he used to bully Neville or play tricks on Dobby. You addressed the more difficult aspects of his personality, implied strongly that it was in no small part, because of how he was raised, BUT at the same time, you did not reduce him to victimhood and I really really liked that.

A trope that comes up a lot in fiction (in general, not just fanfiction) is making a villainous character into a victim. It seems to be the fastest and easiest way to get the audience to root for them.

But that doesn’t always sit right with me, because sometimes it feels as if the writer is trying to get the audience to side with a particular character without any actual growth from that character. I think there’s a fine line here because an explanation for why a person is the way they are should not be used as a justification or an excuse for the harmful things they do.

That’s why I really really loved your fic. I loved that you used World War II and the Holocaust as a vehicle to help Draco address his own bigotry. That being lost in the world with Harry helped him to confront and struggle with the things he had taught to believe as opposed to what he was actually experiencing for himself. The romance between Harry and him was believable and breathtaking and didn’t take away from Draco’s journey. In all my years of reading, I’ve noticed that this is a very very hard balance to strike. One that even very successful, seasoned writers struggle with and you pulled off so gracefully! I’m in awe.

I’m sorry for the long comment and for rambling I just think you really need to know that your story was wonderful and I’m so glad, so thankful you wrote it.

Gosh. What a lovely and thoughtful ask 💗💗

I'm really happy to hear that you enjoy my fics, esp. 9 ½ Days, and I'm thrilled beyond words that you enjoyed the way the romance unfolded side-by-side with Draco's unlearning. It was indeed very hard for me to write a convincing romance which evolved little by little with Draco slowly changing at the same time. I banged my head on my desk so many times while writing the fic and it's a significant reason it took me 5 years to write.

I hear you re: Draco's growth and portrayal. One of my (many) pet peeves is fics portraying Draco as a victim who only got into the DE because he was being forced but in his heart he was an innocent baby. I find that this, besides being inaccurate, also strips Draco of all agency. It makes him nothing more than a puppet, which in turn makes him very boring. I find canon Draco fascinating. I like the idea that yes, he happily joined the magical equivalent of KKK and he used the equivalent of the n-word with abandon (while also being a bully and a rich toff that looked down his nose on people), and that later he saw some atrocities and realised the true meaning of belonging to a hate group. The cost of it. I imagine the enormity of his guilt and how hard he works in order to change himself, and all this is what makes him such a thrilling character. For me, anyway.

Heal Thyself deals with all this so well! I absolutely adore this fic. It blew me away when I read it. I kept pointing at the page and going "Yes! THIS!"

Look, I don't expect every single fic to make a song and dance about his redemption, sometimes a girl just wants to read a 3k PWP, you know? But when I come across a story where I can tell the author relishes in Draco's complexity, I sure do appreciate it.

I'm very pleased you liked the way I explored this side of him in the fic. Thank you for the very kind message! My fic being one of your desert island fics is so, so touching! I'm all emotional now 💗

#inbox #cornwall fic #draco malfoy

[whenthechickencry]

Our Confession

I actually have read both this one and Last Note Before, it was a long while ago though... so I know the general gist but I don't quite remember all the details

The way Beatrice is doing her dead inside sprite before she realizes others were in the room and then she plays up her hamminess a bunch is really sad, aaa.

Dlanor constantly tells Beatrice she's a good writer and she's so excited but a little sad she won't get to see it as a full-blown game first, and Beatrice is like you don't need to flatter me but she's right Beato you should accept her compliments.

Iirc what the Booklet did for this was having the pages be sealed after this and you had to unseal them, which is actually extremely cool. They did their best here but a simple choice prompt just can't match that, I think.

Haha, the complaining about how Natsuhi is hard to make an accomplice... she's like the only person that cares about the headship as much as the gold, Eva as well but Eva isn't getting that without Sayo's help anyways, thinking about it even in Episode 4 she was one of the first to go,, so I can imagine getting her to cooperate is kind of hard. Granted, once you bring up Jessica to the equation you can probably get her to relent.

Beatrice getting a gun sprite is kind of uncanny, haha, really bringing it home was an early draft before Sayo had the chance to embellish the story with magic.

Kinzo being willing to explain to his children that he would blow them up if he felt like it worked in Sayo's favor when getting accomplices, I suppose.

You know, the fact Genji was like "hey! you are a product of incest. we rewrote your entire life for your incestuous grandfather. All your lovers are your cousins. Everything in your life is a lie. By the way, you have a bomb to blow everything up!" like okaayyy what were you expecting at that point Genji.

It's kind of interesting Beatrice tells accomplices that Kuwadorian is safe - technically Rosa could have probably survived Episode 2 with Maria if she just checked Shannon's corpses and realized she really was dead and just tried to make a mad dash to Kuwadorian, maybe.

Krauss is like yeah sure, sure, why not I guess. The fact that Natsuhi is the one more hesitant about this when she's the one thrust into solving all their problems, figuring out what to do, and she never had the option to not do her part...

This episode really does feel like tearing up the guts of Umineko... you can tell a lot of the accomplices act a little weird around Battler so you can guess Sayo probably told them vaguely of her plan, but it's the sort of thing you don't expect to be explicitly confirmed.

Kumasawa is grinning here, haha, she really does think she's a prank up to the very end.... it's kind of sad. She probably can't even imagine Sayo as someone who would do what she did, but I guess that also shows the way she didn't reach out to try and understand her enough...

It's kind of funny how sometimes you see the story going, ah, shit, sorry I have to embellish this more, right.

While thinking on how to properly kill 5 people she gets distracted by the fact she wants to draw a cute girl instead of a man, haha.

It's kind of funny because she does absolutely think they also did something wrong, but I guess talking to herself like this also makes it easier for her to justify herself to her...

Huh... now that I think about it most magic circles were indeed in places that people don't usually go to, ie the shed or Kinzo's rooms... I did think Sayo did the drawings in between murders, haha

The fact Sayo writes some of her tales while thinking about how the argument with Battler is going to go is kind of funny, haha. I wonder what the Japanese version said for metaworld here... it's not a sentence the translation has used so far and the side arcs don't have the greatest translation, so I am curious...

Beatrice is making fun of Battler for reading so many mystery novels but not being able to figure out the mystery, but also praises the person able to see the fantasy aspect of it...

The fact that so many of the mysteries in Umineko rely on several characters thinking that Shannon/Kanon wouldn't do X is very sad... like Sayo is writing these stories with the assumptions that no one in the family actually understands her and won't care to try to, so her mysteries are safe.

It's kind of interesting how in the episodes Sayo does this they mix up whether a Sayo actor is doing it or whether it's an actual conclusion the characters reached, in order to have more difficulty seeing the pattern. For ex: in Ep1 Eva, the accomplice, and Natsuhi both brought up this argument. Eva was an accomplice but Natsuhi isn't.

It's brought up that Gohda and Kumasawa don't know its actual murder, I knew about Kumasawa but didn't know about Gohda, actually... I think the roulette accomplices always know or at least figure it out early enough. Kumasawa's the one who is always clueless. Not really sure about Gohda in ep2, though. I think a lot of people were probably clueless in ep4.

This scene always fucks me up.... the way one of the few light conversations we see between Sayo and Kumasawa is here, the fact Sayo is crying after what she does before resuming the mocking Beatrice act. The use of "End of a Daydream" as the song...

In general this episode really highlights how? Disassociative? Sayo was during all of this. She constantly switches from doing the cruel witch that laughs at everyone's misfortune, to passing the blame on to Battler for what happened, to being fucked up about what is happening. None of these are Sayo on their own but all of them together make up Sayo. I think an episode like this really helps you see how all of the Sayos are one Sayo. Its role as a post-Umineko arc is interesting too. Even people sympathetic to Sayo occasionally role her as ie the innocent victim who did nothing wrong or flatten her into her relationship with Battler. Sayo is so much more than that and this episode forces you to confront that.

Shannon's words here hit so hard... Sayo here is affirming she was an incomprehensible being that was impossible to understand in the first place. In general, Shannon seems to be the persona most resigned to giving up... Beatrice might think its a long shot but her game and the meta arguments show that she does have a hope that she can be understood. Kanon might not think better is possible, but still yearns for it and isn't satisfied with what they have; as opposed to Shannon who seems completely resigned to the fact no one will understand them and that there is no hope for the future. Ofc all of these are the same person, so it's not useful to see them as totally different perspectives. But I think trying to understand each persona on their own is useful to analyzing Sayo. Like, why is the persona that has completely given up tied to George? Why is the persona that wants better but doesn't think its possible tied to Jessica? I think answering those kinds of questions can help you understand what was going on in Sayo's head during a lot of moments as well as help you contextualize their relationships more.

It's kind of funny how they do the missing corpse trick with Kanon constantly but never with Shannon, when Shannon's corpse appears its either after Sayo is dead or they hide the corpse another way entirely. R07 probably didn't want you to figure out they were the only corpses allowed to do this.

Dlanor points out that Beatrice surely wants to be understood by more than one person, Beatrice doesn't really answer to that remark and just says it's fine for her to just hope that one person understands her.

Of course, Dlanor did end up guiding Battler to Beatrice... and thankfully he didn't have to release her guts in order to do it, but... Battler still didn't understand her with just Beatrice's own words and actions. He needed to be guided and prompted by others to be able to get there, and it was still too late. This is still very sad.

Beatrice gets a shocked expression once Dlanor points out that said prince needs to have love for her or otherwise they won't get to her, and Beatrice relents in giving her the manuscript as long as Dlanor agrees to not release it before she is dead.

Now, on to the present.

Of course, Sayo didn't *just* want Battler to understand her. She wanted others to be able to see her heart. She wanted others to stop painting over her for the benefit of others. She wanted everyone to see her for the full person that she was. But that seems like such an impossible, naive dream that she won't even accept to having it.

There's just so much going on here... Dlanor begging for you to understand her, the reuse of the episode 4 red truth. Dlanor points out that just understanding what went on in the gameboards isn't enough to understand Sayo, there is still so much more for you to understand.

This is the first of all the side arcs I would say is completely required reading, Umineko's Saikoroshi basically. The writing here was excellent, allowing you to see the gameboard from a different perspective helps you understand Sayo much more. Being post-ep8 also lets them be so much more explicit with things they didn't have as much of liberty in the main arcs. There are so many heartbreaking scenes in this episode. If anyone reading this hasn't read this arc, I really beg you to do so.

#umineko #UmiSaku

[jackoshadows]

Q:  What is your favorite line you’ve ever written?

A: “I certainly like ‘Stick ‘em with the pointy end.’ - GRRM

So here are all the times GRRM’s favorite line he has ever written shows up over 5 books:

“You’ll have to work at it every day.” He put the sword in her hands, showed her how to hold it, and stepped back. “How does it feel? Do you like the balance?”

“I think so,” Arya said.

“First lesson,” Jon said. “Stick them with the pointy end.” - Jon II, AGoT

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“She was,” Eddard Stark agreed, “beautiful, and willful, and dead before her time.” He lifted the sword, held it out between them. “Arya, what did you think to do with this … Needle? Who did you hope to skewer? Your sister? Septa Mordane? Do you know the first thing about sword fighting?”

All she could think of was the lesson Jon had given her. “Stick them with the pointy end,” she blurted out.

Her father snorted back laughter. “That is the essence of it, I suppose.” - Arya II, AGoT

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Everything Syrio Forel had ever taught her vanished in a heartbeat. In that instant of sudden terror, the only lesson Arya could remember was the one Jon Snow had given her, the very first.

She stuck him with the pointy end, driving the blade upward with a wild, hysterical strength. - Arya IV, AGoT

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She stood on the end of the dock, pale and goosefleshed and shivering in the fog. In her hand, Needle seemed to whisper to her. Stick them with the pointy end, it said, and, don’t tell Sansa! Mikken’s mark was on the blade. It’s just a sword. If she needed a sword, there were a hundred under the temple. Needle was too small to be a proper sword, it was hardly more than a toy. She’d been a stupid little girl when Jon had it made for her. “It’s just a sword,” she said, aloud this time . . . . . . but it wasn’t. - Arya II, AFfc

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Jon felt as stiff as a man of sixty years. Dark dreams, he thought, and guilt. His thoughts kept returning to Arya. There is no way I can help her. I put all kin aside when I said my words. If one of my men told me his sister was in peril, I would tell him that was no concern of his. Once a man had said the words his blood was black. Black as a bastard’s heart. He’d had Mikken make a sword for Arya once, a bravo’s blade, made small to fit her hand. Needle. He wondered if she still had it. Stick them with the pointy end, he’d told her, but if she tried to stick the Bastard, it could mean her life. -

“Snow,” muttered Lord Mormont’s raven. “Snow, snow.”  - Jon VI, ADwD

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It had been so long since he had last seen Arya. What would shelook like now? Would he even know her? Arya Underfoot. Her face was always dirty. Would she still have that little sword he’d had Mikken forge for her? Stick them with the pointy end, he’d told her. Wisdom for her wedding night if half of what he heard of Ramsay Snow was true. Bring her home, Mance. I saved your son from Melisandre, and now I am about to save four thousand of your free folk. You owe me this one little girl. - Jon XI, ADwD

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Jon fell to his knees. He found the dagger’s hilt and wrenched it free. In the cold night air the wound was smoking. “Ghost,” he whispered. Pain washed over him. Stick them with the pointy end. When the third dagger took him between the shoulder blades, he gave a grunt and fell face-first into the snow. He never felt the fourth knife. Only the cold …- Jon XIII, ADwD

The phrase is first introduced in Jon’s POV chapter when he gifts Needle to Arya and gives her the first lesson. From there, it pops up in Arya POV chapters. It’s there, whispering in her mind when she hides Needle and stops being Arya Stark. Jon Snow picks back up on the phrase, when he worries for Arya married to Ramsay Bolton. It’s his last thought as he dies.

I suspect, with Jon now dead and most probably spending time in a wolf, and Needle making a subtle appearance in Arya’s TWoW sample chapter, the next time ‘Stick them with the pointy end’ shows up on the page will be in an Arya POV chapter, where she reclaims her identity and heads to Westeros.

Maybe after Arya hears what happened to the black bastard at the wall, stabbed to death by mutineers....

He is a man of the Night's Watch, she thought, as he sang about some stupid lady throwing herself off some stupid tower because her stupid prince was dead. The lady should go kill the ones who killed her prince.  - Cat of the Canals, AFfC

#Jon Snow #Arya Stark #Needleheartwinter #Needle #Stick them with the pointy end #GRRM

[florrysgf]

Omg hello!! I literally just saw you're page, so I decided to stop by and request :))

Im not sure if you'd do Derek Feldman(scream 2 I think) but if you could that'd be great <33

Thinking of Derek x gender neutral reader going on some cute little date for Halloween! (Ik its April but idc😡)

Anywho, tysm again hope you have a good dayy!!

FANG-TASTIC! derek feldman x gn!reader

A/N: oooooo i really like this! i’ve never written for derek before. he’s way too underrated. i hope you like it! (ps, it’s never too early for halloween!)

WARNINGS: none really. just derek being a total sweetie

WORD COUNT: 0.6k +

“Y/N? Are you ready yet?” You heard Dereks voice calling you again from the other side of the curtain. You scrunched your face up, letting out a sigh as you adjusted the ribbon that was tied around your waist, making sure the bow was perfect. It had now become a tradition every year for you and Derek to wear matching costumes at Halloween. You didn’t care much for the holiday before you met him, but he soon changed that. Derek was an absolute sucker for Halloween. He treated it with just as much excitement as he did Christmas, maybe even more so.

This year you were both dressed as the Grady twins from The Shining, his idea, obviously. He was so excited about it, he got ready in less than 5 minutes, rushing to your changing room to see how you looked. He was stood like an impatient little toddler waiting for you to come out. “You still alive in there?” He joked after not receiving a response from you.

“I look stupid.” You whined, examining yourself in the full length mirror.

“Heeey!” Derek gasped, clutching his chest in a fake offence. “We’re matching. If you look stupid, then so do I!”

You couldn’t help but smile. Even though the two of you were separated by a red silk curtain, you could still imagine the exaggerated look on his face. “I bet you 10 bucks that you look better than I do.”

“Well…” He supposed, a prominent smirk on his face. “I do look pretty good.” He could hear your scoff through the fabric, causing the smirk on his face to break into a toothy grin. “But not as good as you! C’mon, Y/N, I bet you look fang-tastic!”

Suddenly, the curtain flung open, revealing you stood with your eyebrow raised at the 6’2 boy. “Fang-tastic?”

He burst out laughing at the expression on your face, “I’m sorry, that was really bad. Hey, you look amazing! Ten times better than me.” His tone was sincere, you could tell he meant what he was saying. You gave him a warm smile as he wrapped his arms around your shoulder, engulfing you by his side in an embrace. “You know, that means you owe me 10 bucks, right?” Derek whispered in your ear, playfully nudging your arm as the two of you exited the costume store.

𓌪

Every year Woodsboro held a Halloween festival in the towns centre with attractions ranging all the way from apple bobbing to pumpkin carving. Some may say it was in poor taste, given what happened a year prior, but you and Derek disagreed. It was a fun occasion that brought people together, where was the harm in that?

“Thank you.” You beamed as Derek handed you a slice of freshly cut pumpkin pie from one of the stalls. He smiled, giving the woman a $10 note in return for a second slice, and leaning up against the wooden shack.

“So, what d’you feel like doing first?” He asked, taking a chunk out of his piece of pie.

You bit your lip, taking a look around. “Oh my god, the haunted house!” You gasped.

“Alright.” Your boyfriend supposed, tilting his head to the side with a smile, “As long as you’re not too scared.”

You opened your mouth in a false bid of shock, jokingly smacking him on the chest. “Oh, please, you scream like a girl! Last year when that fake spider fell on your head, you were literally on the verge of tears!”

The brunette boy enclasped your hand with his, pressing a kiss to your palm as the two of you made your way over. “Not true! I was allergic to the carpet in there.” He told you, defending himself. There were at least 10 witnesses you could get to back you up, but you decided to let Derek win this one.

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