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Erina and Sophie....

erina and sophie..... perhaps even sophie and erina....

#persona 5 #p5 #asks & requests #p5t #p5t erina #p5s #p5s sophia #sophia persona 5 #persona 5 sophia #persona 5 strikers #persona 5 scramble #persona 5 tactica #i will fill the p5s tag my fucking self if i have to #comics #chef recommended #good lord is that all the tags i need. am i done am i free. YEESH okay #anyways i think theyd be so silly together #no one utilises the comedic potential of erina living in the fantasy french revolution but i think deep learning ai sophia is a good match #either way theyre so good as parallels like hold on SPOILERS FOR BOTH GAMES PAST THIS POINT #both of them were created as last-ditch efforts. erina is the manifetation of toshiros suppressed hope and rebellion and sophia is ichinose #attempt at understanding the human heart and her own repressed emotions #theyre both constructs of the heart in one form or another even if they were created in v different ways

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In the Shadows

Pairing: DARK!Aemond Targaryen x DARK!GN!Reader

Summary: You are brought to be one of the servants in the castle during King Aegon II's reign. No one seems suspicious of your true intentions except the middle child of the queen, Prince Aemond Targaryen.

Warnings: LONG ONE-SHOT. DARK THEMES SUCH AS TORTURE, PHYSICAL/EMOTIONAL ABUSE WHILE READER IS A CHILD, NON-CON, DUBIOUS CONSENT, MENTION OF SMUT, BLOOD. both reader and aemond are NOT good ppl!!!!, i use y/n three or four times, SPOILERS TO THE BOOKS

Authors note: so i thought i wasnt going to write about aemond but here i am to cope with my obsession. i have a mini-series with aemond written but i am extremely self-conscious if im writing him the right way. so this is my first test attempt at doing this. i havent read the books (ik, i have to) so if any there are any mistakes, feel free to correct me. GIF CREDIT TO THE CREATOR

JUST PROCEED IF YOU ARE ABOVE +18. PLEASE, READ MY WARNING TAGS CAREFULLY

Italic texts are reader's thoughts

It was a rainy day when you first arrived at King's Landing to be a servant in the castle. Since Aegon II's coronation, there had been a complete change in the servants. The gossip around town was that the Hightowers were worried about princess Rhaenyra Targaryen trying to kill the King. So the Queen requested most of the servants from her father's house to be brought, loyal to the Hightower's cause.

And that included you. You were perfect for the job really.

You had been saved by an unnamed Lord Hightower from slavery when you were just 7 years old. You owed him huge gratitude so you devoted yourself entirely to him. It didn't matter if Lord Hightower reeked of farts and piss. It didn't matter if he hit you until you were just different shades of purple and blue or you were passed out. It didn't matter that Lord Hightower spit on you and burned you with a hot iron from the kitchen. That he starved you. It didn't matter that he left you in the darkness even if he knew you were afraid of it. Your devotion was bigger than all of that. Bigger than anything he could or could possibly do to you.

You loved him so much that at 10 years old when he sold you to a league of people that worked in the underworld, you knew you couldn't let him live without you. He wouldn't survive. So you took matters into your hands. You made the old man a favor, really.

Watching him die slowly in his own bed, while you stabbed him in the neck, with a dirty knife you found in the kitchen.

Watching as the blood spilled all over his bed, on your face, on your clothes.

He tried to get up, falling to the floor and you just continued piercing his back until your arm was tired. You didn't know why you were crying, why you were laughing, why he looked so afraid of you.

"It is interesting how life works" You mutter to yourself, waking up from your past. Your eyes have no expression as you watch the young girl in front of you gasp for air, even though you are holding her throat strongly. You watch as life goes away from her eyes as they pledge for a single reason as to why you were doing this.

"I hope you know it is nothing personal" You whisper as her body falls into the floor.

The darkness, before your biggest fear, was now your biggest ally.

-x-

You were perfect for the job. When the suspense of war was heard across Westeros, Prince Daemon Targaryen reached his ex-lover Lady Mysaria for help. He needed someone inside the castle. Not a typical spy or one that would call much attention. A good one. That wouldn't make anyone look twice at them.

Lady Mysaria knew the perfect one: Shadows. In this case, you. You met Lady Mysaria sometime in your teenage years, working as an assassin/spy. Lady Mysaria wanted some random Lord killed because he kept abusing innocent slave girls. She offered you a good price and you even shared that could have been done for free. Since then, she always called you to the most delicate jobs.

When she presented you with the offer, you almost didn't accept. It wasn't really your place. She shared that there had been a coup inside the castle to take it out Rhaenyra to put Aegon II in place. That angered you. You knew Hightowers pretty well and you knew how kind they could truly be.

You accepted the job. You killed a young servant who was going to work in King's Landing, taking her place. From an outsider's look, you were just an average servant. You weren't pretty, nothing too special to call the eyes, or to be even remembered.

No one inside the castle knew what was coming for them.

-x-

You met Queen Alicent as soon as you arrived at the castle. She was taking care of the inspection of every single one of the new servants, asking them questions and making sure everyone was the right fit. Queen Alicent was accompanied by Ser Criston Cole, someone Lady Mysaria warned you to be alert about.

Queen Alicent seemed very satisfied by the servants and for some reason. You couldn't believe your luck when you got chosen to be part of the team who took care of Prince Aemond Targaryen's quarters. You were not meant to be seen or even cared for. Your job was to take care of his room, keep it tidy and not disturb him. Only talk to him if he refers to you, not look him in his eyes during it, and always look down, referring to him as 'Your Grace' and 'Prince Aemond'.

In the first days of the job, you didn't see the man. You had glanced at Princess Helaena a few times around the castle and sometimes she was joined by Queen Alicent and Otto Hightower. You hadn't seen the King yet or his younger brother.

Your ears were always open though. For any information, any sign of valuable piece you could give to the Blacks.

-x-

The first time you properly met King Aegon II and Prince Aemond they were celebrating someone's death. Queen Alicent seemed shocked and didn't join them but you were called in to be part of the team to serve them.

"More drink for my brother, servant!" Aegon II screamed at you. You immediately obeyed "So he deserves the best wine and the best whores of the kingdom, for killing the bastard, the son of a whore, Lucerys Velaryon!"

Your hand gripped the bottle a little harder, pouring the wine, without looking up. That meant Princess Rhaenyra had lost a child. There was acid in your mouth, but you kept yourself calm.

When you got up, Aemond's single eye was focused on your face. You demonstrated no expression, turning away when you heard the Prince's voice.

"Wait."

You stopped in your tracks maintaining a neutral expression. You heard Aemond's footsteps circle around you, his eye probably analyzing you.

Stay still but not so much.

Look afraid.

Aemond stopped in front of you and all you could see were his shoes. No sound was coming from him so you dared to look up to find him staring at you with curiosity.

"I think your King needs more wine" He murmured, with malice, his eye not leaving your face.

"Yo-your Grace, please forgive me!" You bowed in a sign of respect to Aemond, your face warm with embarrassment. An amateur move. You turned to Aegon II and bowed down, on the verge of tears "Please forgive me, Your Grace!"

You walked to Aegon II serving his cup and the King drank everything at once. Aegon then grabbed another cup, offering it to you.

"Your Grace?" You muttered, confused.

"Serve yourself! Drink! Tonight we celebrate and honor my brother Aemond the Kinslayer!"

You hesitated. You could feel Aemond's eye on your next action. You made your decision, grabbing the cup with a shaky hand, and filling it up. Then, you filled Aegon's cup. Aegon had a sick smile on his face as if appreciating your apparent fear. You two wait for Aemond to make a toast and you drink your wine.

I can't wait the time to slit King Aegon II and Prince Aemond's throats.

-x-

When the news small prince Jaehaerys was killed burst inside the castle, you pretended shock and sadness like the rest of them. You cried and shed tears in front of everyone, cursing the blacks as most of the other people in town did.

In reality, you knew exactly what happened and when it happened. You played some part in it, helping Blood and Cheese inside the castle, leaving some doors open here and there. Whispering some secrets into Lady Mysaria's ears.

If someone tried to trace you back at you, it would be almost impossible. Lady Mysaria was the only one who knew of you. That was your job, that's what you were good at, working in the darkness.

Being Shadows and fulfilling your mission.

You felt nothing for the young prince's death except a little apprehension for Lady Mysaria. If she was caught, your cover would be blown but the woman had fled the scene during the night. You knew you had to keep quiet and just pretend you were sad.

Wait until the time they would turn their eyes to their servants.

Which was exactly what happened a day later after Prince Jaeharys was found dead. All servants close to the family were brought into a room. Your apparent nervousness was fake but very convincing. You knew exactly what was going to happen next.

When Queen Alicent, Aegon II, and Aemond entered, they were surrounded by guards. Your initial reaction was to bite your lips to not smile. They all appeared miserable, especially Queen Alicent. Good. That was going to help you support what came next.

"As you might all know, our small prince Jaeharys has been killed. We are now looking for any information or leads on their killers."

The servants looked towards each other, some already on the verge of tears. Aegon rolled his eyes impatience, pointing Blackfyre to a young girl who started sobbing.

"You! You have seen anything?"

"No, Your Grace, I swear!"

"Are you sure? Hasn't she worked with Helaena, mother?" Aegon accused, his sword getting close to pierce the girl through her chest. She didn't answer, still crying "I would have all of you killed. But my mother reminded all of you have always been loyal to House Hightower. So if no one wants to speak, we will make you speak! Whatever means necessary."

One by one, servants would be taken to be questioned in a closed room by the King and Prince Aemond. All you could hear were screams and most people would be taken out passed out ou, their faces beaten up, with numerous cuts on their bodies. Your anxiety and adrenaline pierce through your body but no fear. You had to keep yourself calm. That was actually a good moment of opportunity.

When you were called in, your legs and hands were trembling. You looked at your fellow other servants remaining in the room to be questioned, their faces filled with confusion and despair.

That is what the greens represent.

This what they do to their own.

When you entered the room, your breath started getting faster.

Not too much. Just a little so they think you are afraid.

Blood. There was so much blood everywhere. In the ceilings, in the chair, on the floor, on Blackfyre's blade. You didn't look at their eyes as you waited standing, two guards close to you.

"Who killed my son?"

You licked your lips before speaking, your voice failling you.

"I-I do not know, Your Grace."

"Look in my eyes and say that."

You looked up and saw Aegon filled with rage and sadness. You had to bite your lips not to laugh. Oh, you could kill him now. Him and Prince Aemond. You could kill them and savor their blood and laugh and watch the life leave their eyes. You would die in the process but would die fulfilled and would take as much of them as you could.

"Answer me!" Aegon screamed, slapping your face with his hand open.

Rage.

Control yourself. Control yourself.

You wanted to close your fists but that wouldn't be seen as fearful, letting your arms apathetic at your side. You continued to bite your lips. Tears start to flow with all anger boiling inside your stomach. Aegon waited, his nostrils flaring up. Man child. You hoped he was going to lose all his kids. Was he drunk?

"I do not know, Your Grace" Your voice shook but Aegon wasn't convinced. He points Blackfyre to your cheek and cut slowly and deep along your still-burning cheek, making your face bleed. Your tears continue falling down as you bit your lips even harder, finally tasting the blood.

"As requested by my mother, I won't kill you. If you are loyal to the greens, you won't scream at any moment. You make one single sound and I will see that as a confession of guilt and you will be put in jail for the rest of your miserable life. Now, shall we start?"

-x-

Five nails were brutally ripped from your fingers.

They took your clothes off, they burned your body with hot irons. Your chest, your belly, your legs.

They beat you up until you almost passed out.

You reaffirmed your innocence.

You didn't scream.

Every time they asked if you knew anything, you screamed no. You begged for mercy when Aemond inquired if you had anything to do with Prince Jaehaerys's murder, but not one single scream during any of your torture sessions.

King Aegon and Prince Aemond just watched. They didn't participate but Aegon's eyes were shining the whole time. After they put into your chair, semi awoke and still naked, Aegon stepped up with Blackfyre ready on his hands.

"I must say, I am impressed. You have lasted more than anyone. Not once a single scream, not once single whimper" Aegon declared, admired. Aemond had his arms crossed, his expression serious. Or fascinated. You didn't know.

You barely could see them anyway. One of your eyes was closed with the beating. Your whole body hurt, bleeding on the floor. You were about to pass out with the pain again but you weren't going to give them the pleasure to see that.

"A true demonstration of a Green."

"Or just guilt." Aemond clarified, close to his brother.

You didn't want to smile on their faces so simply stayed there, catching your breath. You could still kill them. Cut Aegon's throat and strangle Aemond. Then kill the rest of the greens. You could. You could!

"I...I..." You murmured, your voice not coming out. You tried to clean your throat, lifting up your hand. Aemond and Aegon waited.

"I only humbly live to serve my King. The true King and Ruler of Westeros." You managed to say with a sore voice. Even your vocal cords were hurting.

Aegon was stunned. He never saw someone be tortured so badly and still affirm allegiance. He watched his brother Aemond get closer to the servant's body.

Aemond was close to your face. You still managed to look down, maintaining your respect, your body at any moment in giving up. You had to stay awake. You had to fight back. You knew if you passed out they could kill you. Aemond was so close you noticed the details of his scars. And he was analyzing you intensely. Again.

Keep focus.

"Let this one go, brother. I think this one is Loyal to your Kingdom. They really don't know anything."

You bit your dry lips once again and even closed your hands in fists, not that movement seemed to matter now. All they would see was a servant relieved from no more torture. Inside, you were celebrating. You really had fooled them. You had fooled those imbecile Greens!

You finally passed out from the chair, your body falling to the floor. The guards carried your body to be taken care of, holding every side of your arm. Out of all servants that had been tortured that day, you were the only one who remained as a servant.

-x-

After four days of recovery, you were ready to be sent back to work. The new servants looked at you with respect as you had a new scar on your face, proving your loyalty to King Aegon II. Lady Mysaria was astonished by your success. You two had to develop a new way to communicate after she had to escape. No one suspected you.

You were the one who passed the information about Ser Arryk Cargyll's infiltration to the castle. It seemed the Greens really trusted you now so you had to be extremely careful of every single future step you took.

Prince Aemond had developed a weird interest in you. Since you came back to work, he started asking you more and more questions. He wanted to know where you were from, and what you had done before. You never answered those questions, simply responding you didn't do a lot of your life except serve the Hightowers.

That wasn't a good sign.

You were organizing his room one morning, paying close attention to his clothes. All of sudden, there was a small dagger to your neck and for a millisecond you almost revealed yourself. Fighting against all your instincts to attack back you gasped, surprised. You heard a low laugh coming from behind you.

"Tell me, how a simple servant, who served their whole life, could have survived a long and strenuous torture session?" Prince Aemond's tone of voice was curious and dangerous against your ear. You could feel his body almost touching yours.

"Yo-your Grace?" Aemond continued holding his dagger against your neck, enough to start drawing blood. None of you moved.

"Someone so resistant like that, I can only see two options. Tell me, are you loyal to my family? Or are you just a spy infiltrated on this?" Aemond pressed the dagger even further into your neck, making you stumble back into his body. Your breath was hitched and your internals were begging for you to kill him.

"Lo-loyal, Your Grace."

"I have been observing you. Watching you in the shadows. I have to admit, you are very good. I have never seen anyone like you before. You try to look like them but you aren't. There is something about you. You try to hide it, but I can see it. I see in the very fast moments you don't think anyone is looking. They are there. I order, tell me who you truly are, (Y/N)."

He called you by your first name.

There was no way of escaping this.

Choose my next words very carefully or I might really die.

You closed your eyes, thinking fast. There is no way in Seven Kingdoms you would just die by Aemond's hands right now. Not when you accomplished so many things. You slowly turned, keeping your shaking hands up. Blood was dripping down your chest. You opened your eyes, finding his single eye on you. There was no space for mistakes now.

"I am Y/N. I am a servant of House Hightower since I was born, and I am ready to serve and die for them, especially for King Aegon II. I will be loyal no matter what torture, no matter what threat, even coming from you Prince Aemond. So if you doubt me, Your Grace, do us both a favor, cut my throat now and end this. But, do know that you will be killing someone loyal to you and your family that if asked, would have killed Rhaenyra, her bastard's sons, and the whole black army."

Aemond seemed to ponder your words. He had seen a different sparkle in your eyes so quickly, Aemond doubted they were really there. The kind of shine you would only see in an eyes of a killer. His suspicions got stronger during the torture, but even he couldn't deny your allegiance that day.

Deep down, Aemond was impressed. He was fascinated. He was obsessed, haunted by your 'real' eyes, your 'real' self. He wanted to find out the truth and see it. Because if he finally saw it, he could kill you and be done with this. But you kept dragging him in more and more. Again, you only admitted loyalty. Again, you had him confused and charmed.

The dagger pressured one more time, before being taken down. You opened your eyes to watch Aemond clean the dagger on his clothing. You sighed, relieved, breathing as if was your first time.

"To think my brother wanted to cut off your tongue" Aemond announced, satisfied with himself "Someone so pretty shouldn't lose their tongue, don't you agree?"

You were pressuring the blood in your throat, your sleeve soaked with blood.

"Go clean yourself. You will stain my floor with your blood. Come back later. I will need you."

You left with your mind with a million thoughts. You found an empty room to analyze what just happened: did Prince Aemond just call you pretty? Was he trying to seduce you? You find yourself holding a sleeve to your throat, bringing another hand to your mouth, in case you decide to scream.

Aemond was playing with you. He had to! He didn't trust your word and now he decide to play with you, toying until you revealed yourself.

Aemond had no idea what game he just started.

-x-

"How do I look?"

You were in Aemond's room. All other servants had left and it was just you and him which was unusual anymore. Aemond preferred your presence, and your presence only, if he wasn't busy at the Council. He was wearing Aegon II's crown and seemed satisfied with himself. The battle of Rook's Rest had been a huge victory for the Greens. They brought Meley's head, but Aegon II was extremely hurt. You thought of offering yourself to take care of the King, pass information of his health state, but Aemond forbid that. You were meant to stay at his side now that he was named Prince Regent while Aegon took his time to heal.

"Y/N?"

"You look good, Prince Aemond." In the situation they were in, that statement was true. Aemond was fit to be King. You knew he would be much more efficient at war than his older brother but even harder to kill.

"It looks better on me than my brother, doesn't it?"

A test?

You didn't answer, just smirking at Aemond. He seemed convinced by your answer, turning towards you. There is a second of silence when he called you with his fingers.

"Come to me."

You obediently walked until you are standing in front of him. You remained there with your hands behind your back, letting him observe you, his hands rubbing the scar on your neck. Slowly, his hands made their way up to your scar and he rubbed it gently.

"Kiss me."

You bowed your head down and locked your lips with Aemond. This had started since the last time he threatened to cut your throat. When you came back later that night, Aemond asked what you thought of him. You simply answered he was very good to you and you would always be grateful. In response, he kissed you. You stood there, in shock, not moving your lips back. He sent you away, telling you only answered to him now.

He was trying to break you. That was your only possible sane guess. If he so wanted, you were going to accept Prince Aemond's desire. No matter how crazy they were.

The kiss, timid at first, got deeper. Aemond's hands went down your hips and he pulled you against his warm body. As he started getting more and more hungry, his hands drop to grab your ass, lifting you up. You instantly locked your legs around his waist, his erection rubbing against the middle of your legs. Your eyes roll with pleasure and anger with the friction, as he continued pressing even more deliciously against you.

Why that bastard was so good at this?

Aemond took you to the bed, wasting no time to be on top. He ripped your shirt, making you gasp surprised. His mouth reverenced your neck and chest with kisses. One thing that seemed to surprise you since the start was the fact that Aemond didn't seem to mind the ugly scars on your body. No, he seemed to venerate them. Having one of his own, Aemond knew the importance of them. Before he could rip your pants, you stopped him, holding his face.

"Do you want to be on top tonight, my King?"

Aemond thought for a second. He removed his crown with care, placing it at the side of the bed, together with his eye patch. Before you, Prince Aemond would never let any of his sexual partners see him without it. You were the first in bed who saw it. Now he removed it with confidence as if he bothered you not see you with both of his eyes.

Without answering, Aemond ripped your pants. You laughed, amused. He was always rougher after his victories. Not that you didn't like it.

"You must do what your King commands, right Y/N?"

"Correct, My Lord."

"Then tonight, call me Aemond."

Aemond noticed he got you by surprise. You cleared your throat, apprehensive, not sure if you heard correctly. Aemond grabbed your chin, warning with a deep tone.

"You must do what your King commands."

"Of course, Aemond. Anything you desire. I am yours."

Until the very last night of passion you had with Aemond, he continued insisting on you calling him by his first name. You obeyed, of course. It was fun. For that time, while you were ravished by Aemond, you could forget who you were. While Aemond strangled you until you both got an orgasm, you were just Y/N. You never complained about Aemond feeling your insides; the prince seemed to stare at his cum dripping from you. Another thing surprising about Aemond: he would never stop until you had a proper orgasm. You could only bet it was part of his personality, watching as you screamed his name over and over again.

Some part of you wondered, if you met Prince Aemond in another life, you could have fallen in love with him.

-x-

When Rhaenyra and her husband Daemon overtook King's Landing, a lot of servants were taken to jail. You were one of them until Daemon personally ordered your freedom.

You were brought in front of Queen Rhaenyra. She was sitting down on the Iron Throne. There was no one else in the room, except for Daemon. Rhaenyra was wearing the crown that was hers by right, her expression confident with her victory.

"Your Grace!" You bowed down with your knee and Rhaenyra smiled at you.

"Stand up. My husband and Lady Mysaria told me we had many spies but none so efficient and loyal as you. You remained inside the castle without getting your cover destroyed. I had to ask them to meet you. How did you manage such action?"

"I only did what I could for the cause, Queen Rhaenyra. I would have continued, as long it was needed. It fills my heart with happiness to see you sitting down at the Iron Throne!" You claimed.

You felt a hand pull you up and are surprised to see Prince Daemon's victorious smile in your direction.

"I have heard you have survived due to Prince Aemond's affection. Is that true?"

"I don't know. I could care less about that Kinslayer."

"My Lady, Shadows has done a lot. I can only think what they have passed through the hands of the Greens. And I think we both can see" Daemon announced, his eyes on your scar "They should be rewarded greatly."

"I agree. You can request me anything you desire."

"I am just a humble servant, my Queen. It would be an honor to continue to serve you."

"I understand. Remain hidden. We might be able to use you next time."

There were reports of your presence during Aemond and Daemon's battle, though heavily contested. Those same reports alleged although Prince Aemond was furious at the presence of Shadows, he smiled in your direction as if he was meeting a long distant loved friend again. Aemond then promised he was going to kill you and feed your body to Vhagar if he survived the battle.

The transcript ends with a single sentence from Shadows.

"Let's hope you don't then, Prince Aemond."

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Lost and Found (if this wings could fly) - also known as "FF AU". DP x DC xover. Jazz and Jason as childhood mutuals. (4 complete works, ~10k in total. more to come)

(also some other things. Feel free to look, ask and comment!)

#my additions #my writing #read more #psychologeek #psychologeek writing #ao3 #batman #danny phantom #encanto #master post #masterpost #liminal skills #core Skills #core skills au #lost and found #lost and found au #barbara gordon #autistic jazz fenton #jason todd #jazz fenton #anger management #fanfic writer jason #Witwat and the Jin #damian al ghul wayne

[locke-writes]

2k Writing Challenge

Sign Ups Open: March 24th, 2023

Sign Ups Close: April 25th, 2023

Writings Due: July 15th, 2023 (can be posted before the due date)

Rules:

Send an ask letting me know that you’re joining

Let me know the character that you are writing for. Must be a character I am familiar with so feel free to ask ahead of time if you are unsure you will be able to write for characters I know

Choose between 1-3 prompts from the below indicating whether they are dialogue or song prompts. You may mix and match between the two (ie. 1 song prompt + 1 dialogue prompt). I’ll then put your url next to the prompt/s you’ve chosen so you can reference this post.

There is no minimum or maximum word count

AUs are more than welcome, just let me know if you’re planning an AU

Make sure to include trigger warnings in your post if they’re needed

Tag Me and DM me a link if I don’t like the post within 24 hours of it being up. Sometimes tumblr is fickle and doesn’t like to notify me of being tagged

You may sign up to write more than one thing however you can’t use the same prompts (ie. if you sign up to write X character with song prompt 3, you can’t use that prompt if you want to write Y character)

Additional questions can be sent through the inbox. Prompts are below

Song Prompts:

Boris - Lo-Fang

People Watching - Conan Gray

If I Get High - Nothing But Thieves

Fair - The Amazing Devil

Saint Bernard - Lincoln

And She Was - Talking Heads

Bulletproof - La Roux

Pierre - Ryn Weaver

Washing Machine Heart - Mitski

brutal - Olivia Rodrigo

Fast Car - Tracy Chapman

Jessie’s Girl - Rick Springfield

Happier Than Ever - Billie Eilish ( @nekoannie-chan / Steve Rogers )

Vienna - Billy Joel

Come Along - Cosmo Sheldrake

Kiss Me - Sixpence None the Richer

Seventeen - MARINA

Sofia - Clairo

Your Stupid Face - Kaden MacKay

Toxic - Britney Spears

All These Things That I’ve Done - The Killers

Movement - Hozier

Motion Sickness - Phoebe Bridgers

End of Beginning - Djo

Liability - Lorde

Little Lion Man - Mumford & Sons

bad idea! - girl in red

The Adults Are Talking - The Strokes

Just Like Heaven - The Cure

9 Crimes - Damien Rice

Dialogue Prompts

“I couldn’t stop loving you, even if I tried. And I did try for some time. But it didn’t work.

“We all have secrets, don’t we”

“After all you’ve done, how can I trust you?”

“I trust you. I just don’t trust them.” ( @nekoannie-chan / Steve Rogers)

“You’re the only person I would do this for”

“I know this isn’t what you want to hear”

“What are you doing with that knife?”

“I think you need a hug”

“I smell something burning. Are you sure you don’t need help?”

“Don’t worry, you’re safe with me”

“Didn’t I tell you to bring a jacket?”

“No! You are not getting me sick!”

“Can I kiss you?”

“Excuse me, that joke was terrible”

“Let me get the first aid kit again”

“You aren’t dying, you just stubbed your toe”

“Who made you cry and where can I find them?”

“Go to bed, you need sleep.”

“It’s not breaking and entering if I have a key”

“Can’t believe I let you drag me into this” ( @kjs-s / Foggy Nelson)

“If the sun isn’t up, then I am not up”

“Trust me it looks worse than it is”

“Act like we’re dating, I see my ex” ( @kjs-s / Foggy Nelson)

“It’s always going to be you”

“Please don’t set off the fire alarm again”

“Are you sure this is a good idea?”

“No way, you’re taking a break and that’s final”

“You take care of everyone but who takes care of you”

“We promised not to tell that story to anyone”

“Stay there, I’m on my way”

#2k follower celebration #2k writing challenge

[victo1re]

◈　NAME　 ⋯ 　jadzia :)

◈　PRONOUNS　 ⋯ 　they/them

◈　MOST ACTIVE MUSE(S)?　 ⋯ 　victoria is like... all that's in my brain rn and it's been that way for several weeks now so i think she's here to stay lol

◈　RP PET PEEVES?　 ⋯ 　this question, to be honest, and the culture that enables it. can we stop holding each other to ridiculous invisible standards of etiquette, please? can we stop this formation of an ingroup and an outgroup based on whether you know to reblog from source or prefer to soft/hardblock someone? this is how we get anon dogpiles on people who have done literally nothing wrong whatsoever. we're all spending our free time pretending to be fake people on the internet. it's not that serious.

◈　EXPERIENCE / HOW MANY YEARS　 ⋯ 　i started roleplaying on instagram in the year of our lord 2015. writing that made my bones hurt.

◈　FLUFF, ANGST, OR SMUT　 ⋯ 　yes to all? the quiet moments in between the big ones are just as important, but they're nothing without the drama to contrast them. this blog is a healthy mix of the three i like to think, although the fluff does edge into angst quite often just because of what i like to affectionately call bhaal cw lol

◈　PLOTS OR MEMES　 ⋯ 　i am highly plot-based. i'm so bad at sending and/or responding to memes without an established sense of the vibe.

◈　LONG OR SHORT REPLIES　 ⋯ 　i ramble on vic quite a bit. she has a lot going on in her head and out of it, and she's someone for whom i find physical/setting details to be more important than other muses i've written. her thought processes are complicated and difficult to wade through succinctly, but i do try to match length and not just... go ham all the time.

◈　TIME TO WRITE　 ⋯ 　usually evenings. sometimes mornings if i have nothing else to do. this will probably swap as rehearsals start to pick up.

◈　ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S)　 ⋯ 　lol... yes. absolutely yes. obviously i don't want to kill anyone and i'm not going through life treating people like toys, but i built victoria from my own deeply personal struggle with learning to care for others and individualising. the way she needs to consciously work through considering the people around her, her relationship to names and naming conventions, the guilt she experiences in her good ending and how she experiences it - all highly relevant to my life, yeah.

❥ 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘　 ⋯ @governoir, thank you <3

❥ 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆　 ⋯ i genuinely don't have the spoons rn so for real, if you're reading this, i tagged you

#* dash games. #* ooc.

[aprillikesthings]

moar rewatch

s1! ep2 and 3!

Bow's voice actor's work here is so good lolol

Nice work establishing that only Adora can do the transformation thing with the magic sword

Man someone on youtube has to have done one of those therapist deep-dives on their relationship. So much of their interactions are just painfully accurate for the way a kid reacts to an abusive parent--that combination of fear and resentment and still wishing you could make them happy, just once.

My family didn't have a golden child vs. scapegoat thing going on, though. I wonder if this is based on the writers' own experiences or if one of them read about that dynamic or had a therapist consulted or what

oof too real 😬

anyway Free Palestine

even cartoons know that murdering civilians and/or destroying their homes makes you the bad guy

There's some parallels here with kids who grew up in conservative/evangelical families realizing their family's politics and faith weren't based around Jesus at all but were based around bigotry and small-minded cruelty and knowing they have to leave, and knowing ND Stevenson's background I assume it's intentional

"You've known these people for, what, a couple of hours? and you're going to throw everything away for them?"

:( and to Catra, this just feels like a betrayal. There's a meta post somewhere way back in my tags that was like, from Catra's POV, Adora knew how shitty Shadow Weaver treated Catra and that wasn't enough to rebel and leave, but knowing Glimmer and Bow for a handful of hours was, and how much that had to hurt like hell, considering Catra put up with Shadow Weaver's abuse for so long in part to protect Adora and in part because it meant her and Adora were still together

Ugh this is why I love this show, Catra's actions are sometimes just awful but they make sense given what we know about her life, and right now she's just panicking and trying to hide it

And meanwhile Bow and Glimmer are like "actually we've decided we trust you :) can you be fancy sword lady again thanks!"

Like of course Adora is going to pick Bow and Glimmer and not Catra in that moment!!

"Is that....Adora?" "It's She-ra!"

Yeah that's not gonna be the source of weird "who the fuck even AM I" feelings later ha ha ha amiright

Also along with all the other weirdness of suddenly being bigger/different outfit etc, like, She-Ra is not only WAY stronger, but also knows how to fight in that body and with that sword. Like having muscle memory you didn't know you had. That's gotta be WEIRD. (I mean, there's also memories that clearly aren't hers, too)

Poor bb is scared, mad, and kinda turned on (shhhh I can headcanon whatever I want)

I called Yellow Diamond a clod, right to her face!!

("You made that joke the first time you saw this ep April" It's just a good joke okay!!)

OKAY EPISODE OVER

EP 3

Glimmer: everyone hates Horde soldiers but I think people will love you as She-Ra YOU JUST HAVE TO BE SHE-RA HA HA IT'LL BE FINE

Adora, internally: I'm only valuable/acceptable/lovable as long as I can be She-Ra, a person who isn't entirely me and that I don't know how to control and feel extremely weird about, got it

LOL I FORGOT HOW THEY GOT SWIFT WIND

whether the sword's edges are sharp or not is entirely dependent on whether someone needs it to be or not pffft

ouch

lol this would be such a wild cosplay to do

(a quick image google says the original is far more popular for cosplay; only a couple of people have done this version)

"Adora's gone, she's defected. And I'm starting to think she had the right idea!"

...okay how tempted do we think Catra actually was to just fucking leave.

Once again: intentional parallels to high-control religious groups

But the reference to Lord Hordak specifically also has shades of "Just wait until your father finds out what you did!" which is, uh, a little uncomfortably close to home ngl

DEEP SIGH

boy do I hate how familiar this is

I used to get so scared it would make my stomach hurt, and I'd shake the same way Catra does here, which sometimes made him angrier

jesus christ

okay how much of my love of Catra as a character is bc I can empathize with her in moments like this one (I was never as openly rebellious or back-talking as she is though; any disagreement got me screamed at)

I mean on the other hand Hordak is like "bitch, I know you've been doing this whole Golden Child/Scapegoat bullshit, so if your Golden Child fucked off and the Scapegoat is all you've got left then congrats that's on you, dumbass."

Catra thought she was gonna be murdered and instead she got a promotion

OKAY BUT ahahah oh god

IF Hordak had actually punished Catra or even threatened her in any way, I feel like Catra would, in fact, have left. There would be nothing left for her in the Horde, right? So why not leave?

But Hordak didn't promote Catra because he personally believes in her abilities, he did it to piss off Shadow Weaver. Then again maybe he knows that promoting Catra means she'll stay loyal.

Because it works, doesn't it. Oof. Catra wants to prove herself, dammit; and she's been given a shot at doing it, so she's staying.

Aaaugh.

OKAY that's 3 episodes out of 52. I think I'm done for today. No guarantees, though. Also there's no way I can do this for every single episode. >_<

#april rewatches spop

[thatgirlwithasquid]

I got tagged by @hg-deranged-edition (ty <3)

20 Questions for Fic Writers (& Artists)

1. How many works do you have on ao3(Tumblr)?

41 on AO3, but I think I have another 2 one-shots on Tumblr that I never got round to cross-posting

2. What's your total ao3 (Tumblr) word count?

253,123 which... wow ok neat

3. What fandoms do you write for?

A lot lmao. I organised my google drive a few months back and I have a lot of folders now hahaha. A quick count says I've started something for 24 fandoms, good lord.

The ones I've actually posted for are Stranger Things, Harry Potter, Andi Mack, Detroit: Become Human, Arcane, Encanto, The Host, and Little Nightmares

4.What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Playing Pretend : 2,204 kudos

Severus Snape and the Burden of Responsibility : 694 kudos

Thirium Pooling in His Chest (Bleeding Different, Feeling the Same) : 511 kudos

Communication and Cuddles : 440 kudos

Not Quite Less Than Romantic : 396 kudos

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I used to make a point to respond to every comment, but I fell out of the habit. It's something I really want to get back into doing, because I really appreciate receiving them <3

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Either I've Been There For A While or Severus Snape and the Burden of Responsibility (I got a fair few distraught comments on the latter lol)

7. What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Playing Pretend, probably. That one's just a lot of cutesy friends to lovers that I wrote in a state of sheer obsession when Encanto first came out. Or maybe To Cherish and be Cherished which is just 400 ish words of fluff

8. Do you get hate on any fics (Art)?

I've been lucky enough that people engaging with my writing have been overall really kind. I have had like 2 slightly rude comments, but I don't think that was intentional :)

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I have! It was a challenge cause my ace brain doesn't like working that way, but I wrote a voyeurism/exhibitionism Jonathan x Jason fic. I actually feel quite happy with it.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I haven't posted any, but I do have an abandoned wip in my drafts, if that counts?

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No, but if anyone wanted to translate my stuff I'd be perfectly happy with that.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No, but I am open to the idea of that. If anyone wants to co-write a fic feel free to reach out :)

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

Cunningway!! At this point I think everyone knows lmao. I feel like I bring them up a lot, even though I am trying to not be obnoxious about them. I just love them a lot!

15. What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Uh, is saying 'all of them' cheating? There are so many wips in my google drive that, realistically, I'm never going to go back to. But if I had to pick one... maybe the this untitled Thomally fic I was writing?

16. What are your writing strengths?

lmao fuck if I know. Coming up with ideas, maybe? Everything else is a bit of a struggle.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Sustaining my ability to focus. I also feel like I struggle with balancing speech and description.

18. thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Idk. I've done it before in Playing Pretend to match how the characters speak in the film, but I can only speak English so... I gave it a go? I don't mind reading dialogue in other languages in fic, if I need I just have google translate open to understand what's being said.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Depends how we're looking at it. Technically WWE when I was like 7 but idk if I'd count that. The first time I wrote fanfic and was aware that was what it was would've been Andi Mack, but the first fandom I wrote for on AO3 was Little Nightmares.

20. Favorite fic you've written?

I feel like I'm most content with the writing in Thirium Pooling in His Chest (Bleeding Different, Feeling the Same) but I am probably proudest in myself for Ceramic Hearts because that fic was a real labour of love.

tagging: @half-oz-eddie @brightside-of-the-upsidedown @bigdumbbambieyes (no pressure!! hope you guys don't mind being tagged. I was really blanking on this aha)

[bizships]

I was tagged by @madamairlock

20 fic writing questions here we goooooooo

1. How many works do you have on AO3?: 100

2. What's your total AO3 word count?: 595,936

3. What fandoms do you write for? Star Trek Voyager primarily. I tend to be a one fandom girl.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?Unexpected (375)

Timeless Moments (282)

The Times They Are A Changin’ (275)

Pinewood (236)

Come Healing (212)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? Not always. It’s a habit I really need to get back into.

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

That’s No Way To Say Goodbye. It was written for the first Merry Month of Cohen Angst fest, and well… I killed Chakotay. 😬 But the story is really good though.

I think Repercussions comes in second because I basically left it with Kathryn not only moving out and separating from Chakotay, she was also having a recurrence of the nightmares from her torture by the Kazon.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I’ve written many a happy ending. I’m not sure what would qualify as “the happiest”.

Unexpected has a nice happy ending with the birth of baby Tuya.

Feeling Good with Kathryn and Chakotay retiring 25 years after Voyager’s return and becoming live in caretakers of Voyager as a museum. and 25 Years Earlier , the story of how Kathryn and Chakotay ended up married. Hint, there was copious amounts of booze involved.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I’ve not gotten outright hate on my fics. Just a comment about timing or how a character was treated, but they were never outright awful comments.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Not often. But when I do it’s more sensually described as opposed to explicitly shown. Certain euphemisms make me cringe and I’m not fond of blatant smut.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I’ve written crossovers throughout the Trek universe. I’ve got a couple off the wall ideas pondering. One being a Voyager/Gunsmoke crossover. That one is partially written. I keep going back to it and adding a few things here and there. Someday it will get finished. Lately I’ve been pondering a Voyager/Emergency! Crossover. Still working out the logistics of that one.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I’m aware of. I’ve had ideas or concepts stolen though, but I’ve never said anything because it will be denied and at this point it’s not worth the bother.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I have not. No one has asked and I’d feel more comfortable with someone I know and trust doing the translation.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I’ve co written a few in my days. A few Lois & Clark stories with a friend of mine. A couple Voyager round robins.

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

Janeway/Chakotay. But I also ship Janeway/Chakotay/Ayala as an established throuple. I also ship Picard/Crusher, but haven’t written anything other than crossover.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

Lord, I have so many. I hope to finish them all. 🤞🤞

16. What are your writing strengths?

Banter and dialogue. I’m also pretty good at creating realistic original characters/kids. I think I can also do really emotional free-writing styled one shots. I’m good at titles too. They tend to be my outline.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Description. I’m so bad at it. I often don’t have the words. But I am trying to improve and do better. I’m also bad at planning things out. I can’t outline to save a life. I don’t like how an outline makes me feel boxed in. I must write linearly as well. If I skip around the brain is like, ok, it’s done. And I’ll never actually connect the dots.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

If I’m comfortable with it and have done enough research to know it’s proper, I’ll write it.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Lois & Clark The Adventures of Superman.

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

That would probably be The Times They Are A Changin’. I’m super proud of how that story came out and I’m thrilled that people loved the outspoken and fiery adult daughter I gave Kathryn and Chakotay. Tananka was every bit her parents’ child.

Another absolute favorite is Solace. Because I was able put in words just exactly how I see Kathryn and Chakotay’s relationship and the depth of it.

I tag: @alexismusictrek and really anyone who wants to do this. 😁

#20 questions

[grayzeppelin281]

Okay, here are the few questions I have for your latest emoji asking...

1.💥

2.🏷️

3.🥳

4.🎬 Especially the casting of Phantom(Mingling)

-honestly, I thought she was a lot similar to Bellatrix Lestrange...so the same actor would be a good cast?

I also had a question about the relationships (cough romantic cough ..) between the characters. But decided to ask later because It would be too long. So, would it be okay for you if I ask about them seperately later?

Also P.S: If you have any questions or things curious about me ...feel free to ask!

💥 What is one canon thing that you wish you could change?

If I could change one thing for the canon, I would like something that the third movie could have done better, the way I hear most pandoms used to enjoy, but did later find the plot a bit rushed and had the film become light rather than too dark like KFP 2 did. What I wished to play out in the story was to expand Kai's background story.

Listen. We all know Oogway's story of how he met his yak brother in the war 500 years ago; the two brothers became the most badass warlords who fought battles and bonded their armies together until Kai turned back against him because of Oogway's change and his chi power, he claimed souls for strength, went too close to the sun.

Kai did say to the Jade Palace masters that he loved Oogway like a brother, and he betrayed him. If there's something that the plothole needs to fill, I want to know why did Oogway betray him for? There must be a reason that caused their brotherhood/friendship to fragment during their warlord days before Kai turned evil, and I want to know more!

I wish there was more to reveal that Kai discovered something to steal their chi. And. . . hear me on this one. . .

Kai's jombies steal masters, one by one. 95 minutes weren't enough, and I prefer to have around 2hrs and 30mins, maybe closer to 3hrs (if you are Peter Jackson or Zack Snyder), because the Dragon Warrior is dealing with the unknown beast from the Spirit Realm who took his friends, and his family, building several tensions with a few twists and turns before Po can discover what he can do to defeat Kai the hard way.

There are plenty of fic stories that feature Kai (including mine, too!) and a comic I found. Those books introduce Kai and Oogway during their warlord days and have background stories. I'll reblog with links, and @amateraponzu 's comic fic Wish Upon the Stars on Tumblr.

🏷 (hopefully, this is the tag emote I found) Is there a tag you like to search for when looking for fanfics to read?

Not really. I have yet to search for any fics to catch my eye; I would like to read anything interesting from old fics when I was stuck writing my fanfic series. But of course, reminding me of the tags (stories), I need to catch up with other fics, like @shootbangdang 's The Vale, @mastrrt 's To the Weeping River, and Drags's Mongol fic Winds of Change. All three fics are from FanFiction, and they are worth timing to read!

(Drags! You are the stupendous author, and I must say your fic is well written to see Po, Tigress, and Crane head to Mongolia and grab the secret weapon before anyone gets it! The characters (your OCs too), action scenes, your writing, my lord!)

While I am having a break from writing a sequel book for now, only to start editing my two novels, I highly recommend reading Drags's fic first, Righteous Flame. That goes for all pandoms! His book is stellar.

🥳 Why did you start writing fanfic?

There are reasons why I started a fic. I wanted to start writing because it's part of my hobby. Not only a hobby that I would like to be an author of someday (if I could make my own Narnia/Lord of the Rings/Game of Thrones worldbuilding with my polar bear character), I write for those who I love and friendships irl. Friends of mine who I am with from high school and Wing Chun class, and families of mine who I grew up with and raised together.

My first book had me write for my mates and my master from the Wing Chun class. Dedicated to building a kung fu panda fic after I watched KFP 3, I started writing for my real-life companions. It was a rough start to begin there without planning to build a structure (yeah, I was a noob writer), but I could have created layers before I must write. Two years later, I knew where to end my first book. And later on, worldbuilding is the most challenging one for my fic series.

Not a simple task for my fic to name cities, countries, etc., but I'll leave notes on what places have instead of losing puzzle pieces. And trust me, when you plan to write a giant fic, make a plan, build structures with one stone at a time, create vivid characters, and develop tensions. All books should have conflicts featuring a hero and villain. Make your villains play an unfair game! Make your hero's journey and have his struggles to see challenges before achieving success!

Writing is not easy. And it still feels like it, but it rewards you for accomplishments. Even when you finish the book, always edit your first drafts, build some details, and fill in plotholes.

🎬 If a movie or a show were based on your fic, which fic you'd you choose, and who would you fan cast?

A show can be promising for the Mightiest Warriors Series because there are depths and interesting characters to know more about. A movie makes it simple around 2 to 3 hours (depending) for the story, but it might have a few plotholes if my fanfic series would be based on.

Now, I like how you picked my most menacing villain, Mingling. She deserves to have an actress voicing the black bear. Her personality blends with three major characters that I was inspired by, making the most dangerous antagonist so far.

The Wicked Witch of the West (Wizard of Oz)

Marisa Coulter (His Dark Materials)

Cersei Lannister (Game of Thrones)

*Now I like what you first thought of Bellatrix Lestrange from Harry Potter, so that's a huge BONUS for my wildest child because Mingling fits in insanity!*

Ahem! How will I like to pick the actress? Her character's favorite color is purple (more like a royal, but I prefer her to go aggressive and extremely menacing, like Lord Shen), so my top picks are. . .

Lena Headey (Cersei Lannister). She can play out the gruesome character who cares for ruling and satisfaction to attempt to succeed in her vengeance. Compared to what she becomes lethal, Cersei loves her brother. No one else but him. With that sibling relationship, I think of Mingling fonding my bovine character Huoju. Lena Headey can play out her villainous role.

Ruth Wilson (Marisa Coulter). Oh my!!! If you have seen her in the show His Dark Materials (based on the trilogy novel), please. . . do not test her! Knowing what she does to love her daughter but lacks her parental type, she's brilliant, ruthless, and daring. Bringing Ruth in will fill my bear's affection for Mingling's only mate Huoju, and to be frank, like I mentioned the bear's revenge, she will not be stopped, despite her hostility and anger did startle a few characters of mine.

Just look at her! Ain't she a beauty? Now, look how gruesome she can be in the show. . .

Despite how serious Ruth Wilson's character is in His Dark Materials, oh boy!! Imagine you are a child, and you see Mrs. Coulter's smile and fierce eyes; she looks right at you before she can scare you. As I said, please, for the love of the heavens, do not test her! Ruth Wilson is perfect for a villain role!

PHEW! Lots of questions I answered. Thank you for these emotes, Righteous Flames! I'll be back for some fic links whenever I tag you!

#kfp #kfp 2 #kfp 3 #gray answers #kung fu panda #kung fu panda 2 #kung fu panda 3 #pandom #kfp fanfic #writer questions #heroes and villains #ask grayzeppelin #grayzeppelin's the mightiest warriors #villains #kung fu panda the mightiest warriors #ask gray

[edowardoelric]

thank you for the tag!! @cinammonelles

First ship ever in you life: god it's hard to say for sure but definitely a pbs kids show... i think either matt and inez from cyberchase or sarah and james from liberty's kids but i know i was more into sarah and james lmao

The ultimate three ships: i have my top ships narrowed down to like 8 now i have to narrow it down to 3.... i'll keep it to the ones i actually have tattooed on my body or plan on tattooing. (not the characters themselves but referencing them) also I selected only the ot3 ships since well. i can only choose 3 ships so it seemed fitting. sorikai, yoohankim, love trio. just know there are many more

The first crush (Fictional Character/Fandom): lord i am a lesbian but i must admit it was zuko from atla

Last Song: comet (english version) by YOASOBI

Last Movie: uhmmmm barbie maybe? i don't often watch movies but ended up seeing it at a bachelorette party in august and i don't think i've watched any others since. we'll be watching halloween movies later this month though

Favorite Flower: i don't have a favorite honestly i just think pretty much all of them are nice

Currently Reading (you can add a link): re-reading the inheritance cycle still i think it's been like 3 or so months now lmao. i just today finished the third book and i only have the 4th left. trying to finish in time before the new murtagh book comes out in november. took me a while on the second book since parts of it were boring me 😔 work was extremely hell during a lot of it too. i plan on reading dungeon meshi next once im done

Currently Watching: basically every anime coming out this fall cour it feels like.... at the very least i'm watching 30 of them idk if all will make it through the cut but most are pretty good so far. aside from airing anime my sister and i are slowly making our way through detective conan. we started around july probably and are around 225 😭 my full time job and and her full time school makes for little free time. malcolm in the middle too if she has to work on school and needs an english show

Last thing I wrote- ship/Fandom?: merthur/merlin back in like 2012 or something..... unless the superwholock role-playing i used to do on tumblr came after but im not entirely sure.. i played sam lmao

Currently writing (you can add a link): nothing i haven't written since the above mentioned things

i won't tag anybody but feel free to do it!

#tag game #personal

[shouldhavebeenpersephone]

AAAAAAAAAAH One Way by S.J. Jordan was SO GOOD! Going for the sequel next but pleasssseee do you have any show or movie recs??

AAAAAAAAAA I am so glad you enjoyed it! Feel free to scream at me about it ANY time. I think I may have to go and reread it now.

In regards to other recommendations... oooooh boy. I have so many. This took me a while because I was considering if this would be respectful to the strikes, but we haven't been told to stay away from any streaming services etc. yet, so after removing a scab from the recommendation list I decided to post it. Apologies in advance for the tangents I go on for every single recommendation. Some of these have been quite popular so you might know of them but it still felt worth mentioning.

Under the cut is a non-exhaustive list of media in no particular order that makes me want to eat glass. Take a shot every time I say heartbreaking.

Movies

Lord of the Rings 1/2/3 - I feel no need to explain myself. If you haven't seen this please for the love of god get your hands on the extended versions and watch them. Then read the books and watch the movies again. Rinse and repeat.

How to Train Your Dragon and How to Train Your Dragon 2 - You read that right, NOT the third movie. In this house the third movie doesn't exist. This is an animated movie and sequel based on the book it shares a name with by Cressida Cowel. The movie follows protagonist Hiccup who lives in a town of Vikings who hunt and kill dragons. He finds out that he can't kill a dragon he has caught, and is surprised when the dragon won't kill him either. His curiosity gets the best of him and he returns to watch the dragon in it's hideout, and a beautiful friendship emerges from a very messy situation. It doesn't happen often that a movie is better than the book, especially if the source material has been changed so drastically, but HTTYD pulls it off. The first movie was also my introduction to fandom, and both movies have an incredibly special place in my heart. Fun fact: I actually am the OP of a pretty popular fandom headcannon and it makes me giggle every time I see it be mentioned in the HTTYD tag.

Inception - Obligatory action movie. Heist movie except sci-fi and also everyone is queer and sexy (no it's not canon but it is canon to me). Conman Leo DiCaprio breaks into rich boy Cilian Murphy's dreams to convince him to give up his father's business in exchange for getting his criminal file wiped clean so he can see his kids again. I love sad dads and I love mind games and I love high stakes and I love time fuckery and I love mentally ill women. Watch it if you also do.

Portrait of a Lady on Fire - Perfect. Showstopping. Incredible. Does not pass the reverse Bechdel test. It is so incredibly hearthbreaking and soft and tender. Period drama with lesbians. Painter Noémi Merlant is hired to pretend to be a companion to Adèle Haenel while secretly painting her portrait to be sent off to a man she is being married off to. There is betrayal and trust and community and lust and it's so gorgeous to look at. The attention to detail is incredible and I want to kiss Céline Sciamma for bringing this movie to my screen. I cry every time I watch it. Queer heartache done right.

The Lake House - I don't know if this movie is actually that good but to me it is perfect. Contractor Keanu Reeves moves into a gorgeous lake house (my dream home) and starts receiving letters addressed to the previous owner and doctor Sandra Bullock. When he gets a letter from her with her new address and sees it's to a building that's still in development, the two skeptics come to the conclusion they are living years apart and their post box is some sort of portal. They fall in love, things go wrong, things go right, and there is a dog!

Series

Orphan Black - Listen. Listen. LISTEN. Tatiana Maslany. Wow. She plays a dozen (if not more) clones and I still have a hard time believing they weren't all different people. Trouble kid forced to be an adult because she is a mother sees herself jump in front of a train and uhhhh has issues with that. She then discovers there are so many others like her, that they were a part of a cloning project and that she is a bit of a special case. There is a lot of plot I cannot summarize but it's deliciously queer (one of the main character clones is a lesbian as well as two prominent gay side characters and other minor queer and trans characters). Found family, questions of what it means to love and of morality, some wonderfully written character arcs and a decently satisfying end. First few episodes can be a bit hard to get into, but Tatiana Maslany is incredible and the show is totally worth it.

Adventure Time - This is a big comfort show for me, not only because Marceline and Princess Bubblegum were one of my first queer ships ever, but also because I enjoy this show just as much as an adult. No real main story line, you could watch individual episodes and still follow it. There are some heavy themes, but they are always handled so wonderfully and with a true sense of childlike wonder, and it makes me have faith in humanity again. Finn the Human and Jake the Dog go on adventures together in a gigantic fantasy land and meet lots of interesting figures. Even the evil characters get attention, compassion, screen time, and dignity. It's heartbreaking and beautiful and so so so good.

The Mentalist - Sorry, there is a cop show in here. Simon Baker is an ex 'psychic' grieving father and husband working as a consultant with the CBI. His boss, Robin Tunney, is so in love with him she looks stupid. It's basically a man who is too smart for his own good running around, being charming or extremely annoying, and an exhausted tough-love type of woman running around fixing his messes. Oh and they catch killers. I am a Patric Jane kinnie, sue me. Jane and Lisbon are also very Griddlehark to me, kind of a what could have been if they had been friends from the beginning.

Russian Doll - Have I ever mentioned how much I love Natasha Lyonne? This is a kind of sexier Groundhog Day, where Natasha Lyonne keeps dying and waking up in the bathroom of her friend throwing her a birthday party. She loses her mind in the midst of gorgeous scenes, seriously beautiful cinematography, and in sexy ass outfits. If you like mind fuckery, cinematography, and sexy women this is the show for you. It sure is the show for me.

Arcane - Speaking of gorgeous visuals, Arcane is a beast of a show with such an incredible and unique look. Also so many hot and/or gay women. There are a few men too, they're okay, I do like me a pathetic little guy so it works. But WOMEN. So many powerful, intelligent, cunning, courageous women. I have to admit that I remember very little of the storyline, but I do know that they took 'Manic Pixie Dream Girl', said "yes and", and made a truly incredible and multi dimensional character with Jinx, with fully fleshed out motivations and morals (or lack thereof), understandable but still properly wrong actions, and such incredible story building around her progressing mental troubles. Must watch.

The Sandman - This one is not technically an obsession I have ever had, but it is a great watch and rewatch. I adore Vivienne Acheampong as Lucienne and I adore Gwendoline Christie as Lucifer and I adore Kirby Howell-Baptiste as Death. I also love pretty much anything that comes out of Neil Gaiman's brain so that helps. Great casting is what makes this show a winner for me. Morpheus/Dream gets locked up by some insane guy trying to capture death to bring back his son and he spends the rest of the show dealing with the consequences of being gone for decades. Tom Sturridge is a wet cat of a man and I do like that a lot as well. Very pretty cinematography seals the deal.

Misc.

The Magnus Archives - Podcast wildcard. Horror and paranormal and delicious. I love voice actors so much and archivists are hot. Becoming something you didn't choose and dealing with the repercussions of no longer really being human is so !!!!!!! I love it when people just go through the horrors. Everyone's voices scratch something in my brain that nothing else can reach. Brilliant piece of media.

What Remains of Edith Finch - Game wildcard. Semi-sandbox semi-railroad narrative. Gorgeous visual representations of so many difficult things in life. Particularly, the bit where one of Edith's family members loses himself to his own imagination is so gorgeous and heartbreaking. I have written essays on the cinematography of this game. It is so beautiful. Whether you lay it or watch a playthrough, you have to witness this.

MISSED RECOMMENDATIONS ARE HERE

There you have it.

I am sure there is more and I am sure I will be hitting my head on a wall after remembering something I forgot to include. Anyway- enjoy!

#Ash Answers

[maglorsedgy80s-teen]

Bold Wanderer/Clever Elm: Chapter 2

A Silmarillion/LOTR Fic

Chapter 1

Words: 3.2k

Tags: Slight Angst?

Summary: The memories are becoming more clear to Himmeth, but who or where she comes from is still unknown. Boromir's feelings become clearer, and a memory of someone from her past reminds her of what she once was...

A/N: Apologies for taking so long to update, college is a real bitch! I plan to update more regularly, but who knows how that will go. (Also remember that italics are flashbacks. Hope you enjoy, feel free to send me any feedback you might have :)

Himmeth woke with a jolt. Another memory. The elusiveness of the smoke and feathers were a mystery no longer. She was an archer, and a good one at that. And she traveled through cold, the likes of which no longer existed in the known world. Where could that have been? Or better yet, when? She had never seen records of an icy desert like that before. Even the kingdom of Angmar could not boast such a climate, despite its well deserved ill repute. And who were those elves? Who was the one she longed for? And why? Why long for him and not be with him? Did he not return her affections? Did she prefer this blond Aiknaro instead? And what was the reason for the fire? The only frustrating conclusion to be made was that these questions could only be answered with time. There was no way to force the reality out of her mind. She so wished to meet this Mithrandir, to see if he had any answers to her questions, or if he could help her at all. Faramir spoke very highly of him, but Denethor did not, and so doubt was the only impression that was left of the wizard. No one knew exactly how old he was, or exactly what he was. Could she have been older than him? There was no living record of either one of them, perhaps they shared their age in common. Perhaps the gap in their wisdom was not so wide after all. She forced all these musings into the back of her mind however, there was little use in ruminating over unknowns. There was work to be done with the answers she did have. 

Himmeth’s servant Nilûphêl entered Himmeth’s humble chamber to wake her for the morning. She was short of stature and had lovely dark eyes that had a keenness for detail. Her black hair was always covered in a humble gray blue scarf, yet her demeanor was anything but meek. She often commented on how much she loved Himmeth’s long, wavy copper-brown hair. It had grown to an almost ridiculous length, but she had a difficult time parting with it. The tone of it matched the freckles that were dotted all over her skin, and her thick brow covered narrow almond eyes. She had imagined herself not to be a great beauty among the Eldar, but neither one of the hideous. Just, plain. Just a mouse. 

“How did you sleep last night my lady?” Nilûphêl asked. 

“Well, thank you.” That of course was not true, but Nilûphêl was only being polite, and so a small lie on Himmeth’s part would suffice. 

“What do you say to the purple gown today my lady? Something to impress his lordship with?” It was a heather kirtle, with full bishop sleeves. It was hardly something impressive, but maybe to a serving girl anything might’ve seemed impressive. 

Himmeth chuckled, “Which lordship am I meant to be impressing?”

“Well Lord Boromir of course, he’s never looked at anyone the way he looks at you, you know. It’s the talk of all the servants.” All of them? That was certain to cause trouble. 

“Well, I would prefer if it stayed as talk, no need to chase him off too soon.” Himmeth said with a laugh and a wink. Nilûphêl meant no harm in her innocent complement;  anger was hardly the best course. But Himmeth still felt the indignity of being made a subject of everyone’s gossip. The audacity of others to think she had any design in taking Boromir as her husband. How could such a suggestion even be made? There was a war, and one neither one of them would be likely to survive if Denethor’s current course of inaction continued. There was of course the matter of her amnesia, and of her immortality, and her class, her lack of connections to the outside world, her lack of consequence, and… gentle gray eyes. And hands that were skilled and sweet to the touch. They held you like honey, soft and warm and golden. Rings of gold like the seven points of his family’s star. They were the most perfect hands, but those hands were not here any longer. Whoever’s they were, they were not here. They might have been looking for her, but they were not here. At least Boromir had that in his favor. So though Himmeth knew his affections were dangerously close to manifesting into something serious, she let them comfort her anyways. And she was in need of comfort. 

She had hoped to be able to avoid him this morning at least. She took her breakfast in her room and feigned some headache so as to collect herself. Hopefully he would chalk it up to her ill mood from last evening, instead of being anything contrary to that information. The pieces were starting to form, and forming new attachments would only cloud her judgment, not aid in discovery of the past.

Himmeth began walking to the Houses of Healing to see if anyone needed her assistance. There had been an attack in Osgiliath a few days past, and so her skills were needed to aid in the small injuries that plagued the soldiers involved. She hurried, making sure her medicine bag and apron were secured about her waist. It seemed a shame, to ruin the pretty dress with practical things, but then, she needed to make herself useful, not just beautiful. 

As Himmeth turned the corner toward her destination, she saw Boromir talking with some guard. He shooed him away, and gently stopped Himmeth with a concerned observation, “You are very quiet this morning.” 

“Perhaps there is not much to say my lord.” Himmeth was in no mood to be accosted with sentiment, there was work to be done.

Boromir was persistent, “Isn’t there? Won’t you tell me what you saw last night?”

“I already informed you my lord, it’s much too foggy to retell in any meaningful way. Unless fog is of interest to your lordship?”

“Why this coldness? Have I offended you?” He only wanted to know why she was pulling away, but opening up to him was just not wise. 

Himmeth found her words again, though her truth still eluded her, “I’m afraid.”

“Of what, of me?” Boromir seemed uneasy in that moment, he had probably only meant to get her open up, not to make her uncomfortable. Himmeth answered him, “Of myself.” That was perhaps too honest, but words can never be taken back. Not after they are spoken. 

Boromir was honorable as ever, “Then I am here to defend you! Against whatever threats; either from outside or within.”

Her soft laugh, “You cannot save me from myself. No matter how much you may wish to.”

“I want to protect you, not fix you! I…I care for you.” Oh Eru, perhaps her fawning had worked too well.

It had to stop, “You are not capable of solving this for me. This task is beyond you. I bid you farewell.” And with that Himmeth scampered away. His words would not stop clanging around in her head like a morning bell, she had not meant to make him care for her, she had only meant to make sure that she was able to stay long enough to learn where she belonged. Himmeth was not even sure who she was, let alone what she wanted. It felt too oppressive, too constricting to open herself up to his “care”, whatever that meant. And besides, he was mortal, and she was not; there was no reckoning the chasm that stood between them in that way. 

She rushed as quickly as she could back towards the Houses, in hopes of escaping from her own feelings. It was better to stay busy, to keep oneself occupied instead of drowning in the well. In her speed she was caught by Lord Denethor. Seeing the sour look on her face, he approached her with as much tact as he was capable of in that moment. 

“Something troubles you my lady?” His dark voice was intending to prod, not to sooth. 

“No my lord, do not trouble yourself on my account.” Himmeth was not interested in this conversation. 

“It is my son, no? Who elicits such a… response?” Oh Eru! Had she been that obvious? What she would give to do it all over again. 

Himmeth answered him, “No my lord.”

“You know I would have thought Faramir foolish enough to imagine himself to be in love with you, but Boromir? This has truly been a surprise. I suppose he inherited that from his mother.”

“No words of love have been spoken to me I assure you.” Words of “care”, maybe, but they didn’t mean anything. 

Denethor was displeased, “And yet, if they should happen to, I hope you would be wise enough for the both of us and cut them down where they stand, no?”

“I have never professed to be wise in my actions, my lord.” She was defending herself at this moment, but as to why eluded her. She did not love him, not enough time had even passed for love between them, but she so disliked his tone. She was not behaving falsely, Boromir was a good and kind man, he just was not right for her.

Denethor perceived the change in her mood, “And yet you do not seem pleased at the possibility of love, do you my dear?”

“I understand myself to be in a position above love to an Edain, my lord.” She was being proud, foolishly proud. 

“And yet you are not in a position above my son, dear. Do not be so bold as to forget it.” He began to walk away, imagining victory in nothing more than the status of his birth.

She wasn't proud of the way she was falling for his jabs, but she did so want to prove him wrong, “And yet, the truth of my position is yet to be revealed. Perhaps he and I are more equal than you or I could ever know. Perhaps, you and I are equals in this way.”

“Forgive me, you speak plainly, as ever. But do, not, forget what we have spoken of this day. I would have my son marry a woman who cares for him. One who is his equal in merit and in station.”

Himmeth knew that no such woman existed, “I look forward to meeting such a woman.” 

An insincere smile crossed his lips, “As do I dear. The pleasure will be welcome in the near future, I’m sure.”

Himmeth had finished her rounds at the Houses with little trouble. One soldier needed stitches on his brow from some civil dispute in the square, another needed a cyst to be drained of inflammation. It wasn’t always pleasant work, but it was work nonetheless. She thought maybe if she proved herself to be useful to these people, the transition to whatever home she may have had would be easier. Himmeth decided then to visit the library to search for any more clues about herself, and decided the royal library the best place to continue. 

 The descent down the stairs to the library calmed the nerves and senses of Himmeth, there was a scholarly quietus to the cramped room. It was hardly ever visited- it had a newness to it in that sense, despite its true antiquity. The walls of stone were much whiter than the marble of the outer walls of the city, but they did not shine with that clarity of which they deserved, they never saw the beauty of the sun. Yes, that's what it was. There were no windows here, and so the smells of ink and aged paper never wafted out of the cramped rooms. It felt more like a dungeon than a place of study, the prisoners  memories instead of petty thieves.

Most papers here were records of taxes, collections from farms, trade with the Dwarves of Erebor in the north, or the ships which came to the west coast. Messages to Rohan were frequent, especially in older records. Most papers were not any older than the founding of the Kingdom, which was to be expected, but was frustrating considering the age of the world in general. Anything older than the third age was records of Numenor, and its fall. It was hard for her to imagine all the pain of that drowning. It seemed an ignoble way to go, especially in their quest for immortal life. Most records were of trade, or of troops arriving to the shores, or regnal accounts of the infamous king Isildur. Searching seemed futile, pointless even, but somewhere in the depths of a shelf, there it was: 

A CANONICAL ANNAL OF THIS SECOND AGE OF MIDDLE EARTH

This was more likely to be promising, it looked to be extremely old too. A copy of something much older nonetheless, but this was a step in the right direction. It was no dry history either, it was almost poetic, like whoever wrote it had care and joy for the world in which they all lived. His history of the founding of Numenor was stirring in particular. 

It was then that Elerösse Half-Elven, was given the choice to live either as Edain or as Eldar, because he was descended from first Beren and Luthien, and then from Tuor and Idril. Elrond chose the life of the most noble Eldar, but Elros chose that life of a mortal. It was then that the Valar Eonwë came to him and his people and taught them wisdom and honor and power. For their loyalty to Eru-Iluvatar, they were gifted a land of their own, The Isle of Numenor. It was there that Elros became the king of his people, and he was loved for all the long days of his life. He died peacefully, in S.A. 442, and his son Tar-Vardamir claimed his place as king of Numenor. 

How hard it must have been, to choose between two worlds, which Eru deemed to be so incompatible with the other. Elros’ pain of choosing to leave his brother, to abandon his family in pursuit of the greater good, and yet to see the fruits of his kingdom eventually turn against the very people he loved, but did not ever belong to. The brother, now left behind, to live forever with the knowledge his love was not enough to keep his brother immortal. To forsake security, in favor of authenticity, it was a trait to be admired, certainly. And yet still, there was something with which she could empathize in this. Who did she leave behind when she came to this kingdom of mortals, did they want her there? Did they love her? Did Elros love his family? His son? His father? His wife? The thought had been on her mind of marriage to Boromir, not of her own will of course, but she could not help but wonder, was she ever married? What did Eldar marriages even look like anyways? Did she have children anywhere? What would they say to her now if they could? 

“How are you settling?” His eyes were so like his father’s, it made it seem as though Curufin was seeing through his son to her. Telling her he was sorry, for everything, for everything his father was guilty of. 

“You really mustn't trouble yourself on my account.” She said to her nephew, Telpinquar. 

“Of course I must! Besides, I take pleasure in the fussing.” His skillful hand was on her cheek, but it was gone almost as quick as it was there. She shifted away, perhaps almost violently, he frowned a little at her lack of intimacy. This was not the right order of things, for the young to be fussing over the old. It was she who smoothed the cow lick of his hair as a young babe, this was not right. 

She found her voice again, “I’m really alright, most everyone is too afraid of me to say much anyways.”

“It’s normal, you know.” He was perceptive as always. 

“What?” She asked.

“To miss him.” Telpeinquar said with a sad smile.  She chuckled, and let that simmer for a moment. Telpe was right of course, it would be normal. But she was far too angry to feel the shadow of his absence which haunted her. Her life was more stable without him. 

“I already told you not to fuss, nephew. Now come, tell me everything! How goes your project with Lord Annatar?”

He smiled defeated, his attempts to reach out would only be shot down. “I’ve come to ask you something. Something of great importance and secrecy.”

“Sounds intriguing.”

Telpe smiled, and then was firm, “I’m serious, you cannot tell a soul that I’ve spoken to you.”

“Are you in some sort of trouble, Telpe?” Her protectiveness was speaking for her now.  

Telpe chuckled, “No, no, goodness no. I…I’ve come to ask you a favor. More of an offer really, than a favor, but… it’s to do with Annatar’s project you see, I was wondering, wondering if you might be interested?”

“Interested in what, exactly?”

“To bear a ring of power.”

“I don’t understand, what… what exactly have you done, Telpe?”

“Nenya. She is, oh, she is a thing of beauty. The element of water, cool and steady just, just like you, Aunt.”

“You trust me to wield such power?”

“There is no one else I trust more. Besides, my father trusted you.” Hardly, Curufinwe didn’t trust anyone besides Turcafinwe, Curufinwe was only ever good to her for Kano’s sake.

“Perhaps you would be wise not to trust your father.” 

“What a thing to say. Have I offended you in some way?”

“I’m afraid”

“Afraid of what?” His voice was soft now, as if his anything but a whisper would startle her from her peace. She was right in that at least, most everyone was too afraid of her.

“Afraid of what I might do with… with that kind of… my mind would desire to act from a place of good but my heart,” She was like water, Telpe was right, but not because she was calm, placid and capable of healing, but because her anger was bottomless-a chasm of unresolved grief. Because Kano was swimming at the shores of her mind, haunting her like some sort of ghostly foam.

Telpe broke the silence, and placed a hand on her shoulder, “You are not him, you know.” 

“And who’s that?”

“He, he could not give up… would not give up his quest for the jewels, but it does not mean you share his lust for power.”

“Oh but I do, the things I did. You do not know me so well as you think. I have no wish to repeat the same mistakes of the past.”

“The rings are not, they are not the same, they do not corrupt in the same ways…”

“You are foolish to believe yourself immune to the influences of evil. I wish you luck but I will take no part in this. I hope one day you may come to understand why.”

#boromir x oc #lotr #lord of the rings #denethor #the silmarillion #celebrimbor #silm fic #lotr fic #silm oc #boromir #maglor #feanorians #maglor x oc

[lunylune]

WIP tag game!

RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it. tagged by: @steviesbicrisis thank you for tagging me and cursing me with the knowledge of the amount of WIPs I have stored away… I might need an intervention -_-

I split them in “posted” and “not posted” because there is 25!!! of them!!!

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Not posted:

Rainfall, a silent song (Lord of the rings)

The gardener’s query (Lord of the rings)

A slice of apple pie (Good omens)

You are practically perfect in every way, my darling (good omens)

Nightlight (Rise of the guardians)

A forgotten family of three (Rise of the guardians)

Pink is the new blonde (Phoenix Wright: Ace attorney)

Riddle solvers (Phoenix Wright & professor Layton)

I put a spell on you (descendants)

A whole new world (descendants)

When the king falls (Maleficent)

Family found: Champions (Hollow knight)

Family found: Dreamers (Hollow knight)

Waning and waxing (avatar the last airbender)

Ghost play to an audience (pokemon sword and shield)

Our family never fit the mold (Resident evil 7 & 8)

Seven Eight Nine (Stranger things)

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Posted (and I’m so sorry): 

Elf of Erebor (Lord of the rings)

The tale of the glass-weaving songbird (Lord of the rings)

Alone together (subnautica)

Family found: What remains in Hallownest (Hollow knight)

Souls are for the living, and we are alive (Detroit: become human)

Through the crack in the wall (Encanto)

Rainbow raven (Maleficent)

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And I wonder why I never get any of it done… What am I doing!?!?!?! Insanity!!!!

Feel free to ask me anything :D About any of them :DDD

Tagging: @troupe-of-the-lost if you want to, idk how this works '^_^

#hollow knight #subnautica #stranger things #maleficent #descendants #rise of the guardians #resident evil 7 #resident evil 8 #phoenix wright #that's where I'll leave it #people might think its spam as it is #fanfiction #ao3 #i might need help #help. me. #good omens

[greenlikethesea]

Hiiiiiii I am here in reference to your previous post for a director’s commentary on old wives tales???? Like as much or as little of it as you want, lol, I love Fair Ithilien and I LOVE listening to you and sparklyslug talk about the conception and writing of the series!!!! And old wives takes was SO GOOD I literally think about it all. The. Time.

hello my friend! happy to answer! <3 @sparklyslug please feel free to tag in at any point!!! this turned into a novel, sorry y'all --

more about erica's character will be expanded upon as we work on the series more, but i definitely am happy to tell you a few things that i had in mind as i was writing old wives' tales:

i absolutely love the sinclairs as a family and i love erica especially. i love this girl who is all hard edges where lucas is softness and sensitivity, the head where lucas is the heart. she and steve are probably canonically the most genre savvy of the bunch, built to be the final girl.

eddie is her fucking achilles heel.

she's about thirteen when she realizes that the bubbling feeling in her stomach when he smiles at her is not just the need to one-up him, not just the need to prove that she's the best, but another thing entirely -- the thrill of seeing slivers of skin, his tattoos that are so dark against his pale skin. i think she tells him, after steve's wedding when dancing with him felt like floating somewhere in space, but before eddie leaves for california, in the fall of 1989. she knows it'll never go anywhere, knows that it's doomed, thinks he's going to be mean because that's the rapport they have. ribbing, teasing. he's the big brother (sort of, kind of, lucas is like fucking annoying and screams like a girl and erica wants to drown in eddie's eyes, gross, disgusting) and she's the kid sister.

he lets her down so gently. takes her hand and looks directly into her eyes with those fucking cow eyes that make her want to die and speaks so softly. thank you for telling me. it takes a lot of guts to say something like that. and it's an honor. i guess i ought to tell you something too, right? in exchange. a lord for a lady. he takes her out for milkshakes, and they talk for hours, and she finds out why he's never had a girlfriend, why he's never even looked at a girl in the whole time she's known him.

"does lucas know?" she asks.

he shakes his head. "i'll tell him eventually, probably. but i think you deserve absolutes."

erica, after everything in hawkins, goes the nancy wheeler route of getting some physical distance between herself and the utter mess that was her time growing up in indiana (with both eddie and max's encouragement -- max, who is her fucking hero and her favorite of all of lucas' girlfriends, even after all these years). she gets a full ride to spelman college in atlanta (sue sinclair went there, and she wants to form friendships with other fierce, whip smart, assertive young Black women). she outgrows her parents' more conservative leanings, gets more than a little radical left, kisses a girl or two just to make sure she's straight (she is, and she's a little bummed about it, to be perfectly honest). loses her virginity to a guy from georgia state she met while organizing a protest against planned public transit cuts and, for some reason that she cannot fathom, calls steve's house phone at 2am to tell him. as mentioned, he takes it very well; they do not speak of it again not because he's embarrassed, but because she's mortified at how well he takes it. while she's a little bit closer to eddie than she is to steve (and steve's hot, anyone who is remotely attracted to men would agree), she and steve still keep in fairly regular contact.

charles, sue, and lucas all urge her to take a break after undergrad, but nope, erica has never done anything by half, so she goes to emory. she meets antonio, a pretentious, snotty rich boy from a prominent marietta family at a first year mixer and it's loathing at first sight -- so naturally, they have all of their classes together. it's very much a beatrice and benedick situation in which, of course, they're madly in love with each other and everyone in their cohort is placing bets on when they're just gonna do the damn thing already. ugh, so annoying.

eddie and erica stay really close. in the whole eddie and steve song and dance, erica mostly stays the fuck out of it. she likes megan, thinks she's smart and funny and interesting, but she clocks the resemblance between her and eddie immediately, and is one of the first people to pick up on things going south. while outwardly she's switzerland, she's a sucker for the long game, and is very much gunning for everyone involved in that situation to have something, like, remotely resembling what she and antonio have.

erica and antonio have a very long engagement while they both establish their careers in gary -- antonio is estranged from his parents and gets a placement there and erica figures it'd be good to be closer to her family anyway. they tie the knot in april 2003, and their son, leon edward powers (and oh, how eddie cried!) is born on august 14, 2008, steve's 42nd birthday.

(when they finally get married, steve and eddie have been together for a little over a year. she's having a moment by herself, taking a breather from the frankly exhausting rigamarole of greeting every single person she's ever met. eddie gently taps her on the shoulder. "right behind you. may i have this dance?"

and god, in another life, in another world, in some other dimension that isn't the one crawling with eldritch abominations -- but just a fantasy, really, so grateful it isn't real -- he would be her husband. she's floated there from time to time over the years, a safe dream in her mind when things got tough in school, at work, in the raw moments just after fights with antonio, but she's happy to leave it behind.

"you snagged a good one, littlest sinclair," eddie says, pressing a kiss against her forehead. embarrassment and joy duke it out inside her, but she kicks that mortification to the curb for just this moment. she can have feelings. her husband, her wonderful, impossible husband, who is currently arm wrestling lucas over by the dessert table, taught her that. but eddie planted that seed, the suggestion that she deserves to be loved exactly as she is, prickly and strange and a little raw, but wholly worth it.

"yeah," she says. she did.)

#fair ithilien verse #asks #ask game #stranger things #erica sinclair

[thiscrimsonsoul]

5 Songs that Remind You of Your Muse

Tagged by: @imxthexhandler Tagging: Anyone who wants to do this! ^_^

{I have so many songs that remind me of Wanda that you’re going to get ten instead of five. Enjoy! XD}

1.) “Memories” by Within Temptation

🎶 In this world you tried Not leaving me alone behind There's no other way I prayed to the gods let him stay The memories ease the pain inside Now I know why All of my memories keep you near In silent moments imagine you here All of my memories keep you near Your silent whispers, silent tears 🎶

2.) "Ashes” by Clare Guerreso

🎶 I lost my way When I lost you I need a moment more, this can't be true The one that I need Helped me see beyond the surface My purpose You were my North-star You were my always You were my compass Now I've turned sideways 🎶

3.) “Paint it Black” Cover by Ciara (The Last Witch Hunter OST Version)

🎶 I look inside myself And see my heart is black I see my red door I must have it painted black Maybe then, I'll fade away And not have to face the facts It's not easy facing up When your whole world is black No more will my green sea Go turn a deeper blue I could not foresee this thing Happening to you If I look hard enough Into the setting sun My love will laugh with me Before the morning comes 🎶

4.) “Who Am I Living For?” by Katy Perry

🎶 I can feel a Phoenix inside of me As I march alone to a different beat Slowly swallowing down my fear I am ready for the road less traveled Suiting up for my crowning battle This test is my own cross to bear  But I will get there It's never easy to be chosen, never easy to be called Standing on the frontline when the bombs start to fall I can see the heavens, but I still hear the flames Calling out my name 🎶

5.) “Welcome to the End of the World” by NineOneOne

🎶 Come to the flames Feels so good when they lick your skins Don’t mind the screams They’re the choirs that sing our hymns Let the bombs keep droppin’ and the skies keep fallin’ down Come one come all to the greatest show in town Welcome to the end of the world, the end of the world 🎶

6.) “Pale” by Within Temptation

🎶 I know Should realize Time is precious it is worthwhile Despite how I feel inside Have to trust it will be alright Have to stand up to be stronger I have to try To break free from the thoughts in my mind Use the time that I have I can't say goodbye Have to make it right Have to fight 'Cause I know in the end it's worthwhile That the pain that I feel slowly fades away It will be alright 🎶

7.) “Here With Me” by Dido

🎶 I don't want to call my friends They might wake me from this dream And I can't leave this bed Risk forgetting all that's been Oh, I am what I am I'll do what I want, but I can't hide And I won't go, I won't sleep And I can't breathe, until you're resting here with me And I won't leave and I can't hide I cannot be, until you're resting here 🎶

8.) “Something Wicked This Way Comes” by Raydia

🎶 Do you feel it in the air? Everything is changing A world wasted by fear Everything is changing A cross too great to bear Une année sans lumière Fall down to your knees And pray for sweet salvation As the gloaming slowly creeps Comes while you are sleeping until nothing’s what it seems There’s nothing left to believe Something wicked this ways comes it’s been around since time began it knows exactly what you’ve done 🎶

9.) “The Devil Within” by Digital Daggers

🎶 I'll keep quiet You won't even know I'm here You won't suspect a thing You won't see me in the mirro But I crept into your heart You can't make me disappear 'Til I make you I made myself at home In the cobwebs and the lies I'm learning all your tricks I can hurt you from inside I made myself a promise You would never see me cry 'Til I make you You'll never know what hit you Won't see me closing in I'm gonna make you suffer This hell you put me in I'm underneath your skin The devil within You'll never know what hit you 🎶

10.) “Yellow Flicker Beat” by Lorde

🎶 I dream all year, but they're not the sweet kinds And the shivers move down my shoulder blades in double time And now people talk to me I'm slipping out of reach now People talk to me, and all their faces blur But I got my fingers laced together and I made a little prison And I'm locking up everyone that ever laid a finger on me I'm done with it This is the start of how it all ever ends They used to shout my name, now they whisper it I'm speeding up and this is the Red, orange, yellow flicker beat sparking up my heart 🎶

#muse music

[vellichor-virgo]

manuscript search lxix

i am alive! sorry for neglecting this blog — i promise i’m gonna try to be active again! 

time to start attacking the pile of tag games i haven’t done. this one is from @dontjudgemeimawriter :) my words are believe, offer, dismiss, concern, & recognize

believe (from circle of hurt):

“What’s going on, Kina?” [Caelan] said again, more gently.

“Nothing’s going on,” she said, but there was a tremble in her voice. “Maybe I just wanted to talk to him, Cae. Is that so bad?”

“When it comes to him, yeah,” Caelan replied. “You should’ve spat in his face. He was awful to you, Kina.”

“It wasn’t all bad.”

Caelan exhaled in a frustrated huff. “You can’t seriously still believe that. Please tell me you’re not planning to get back together with him.”

Akina said nothing. Caelan stared at her, an icy curl of dread clenching around his insides.

offer (from circle of hurt — TW: alcohol):

“I didn’t think anybody noticed things about me,” [Nik] said. “Especially not you.”

Maybe it was from all the alcohol, but Nik felt as though the air was humming between them. He could still hear the sounds of the party, but they seemed to be coming from very far away.

Adreanna’s eyes were fixed steadily on his as she offered him the wine again. “I notice plenty of things about you.”

Nik held her gaze. “Like what?”

A hint of a smile touched the corner of her mouth. “Like how nervous I make you.”

Nik flinched, startled. He didn’t know what he’d expected her to say, but it certainly wasn’t that.

dismiss (from night’s daughter):

I glance over at the maid. “Are you sure... I mean, is this really my room?”

The young woman nods, her expression placid. “It is, miss. His Highness Prince Aedan ordered that it be prepared for you.”

Well, I suppose I cannot argue with that. I’m far too tired to argue anyways.

The maid begins to ask me if there is anything I need, but I tell her no before she can even finish, suddenly so swamped with exhaustion I can barely keep my eyes open. She must notice, because she wishes me a good night and dismisses herself without any more fuss.

concern (from circle of hurt):

They continued speaking, but now Nik could tell something was wrong. He’d never seen Caelan look so serious; concern had washed all the dancing light out of his eyes. As for Akina—when Nik craned his neck to see her face, she looked as though she might cry. What could they possibly be talking about?

recognize (from night’s daughter):

“Well, well, well. The damsel cleans up rather nicely.”

I don’t need to turn around to recognize that sly, mischief-tinted voice. I take in a breath, steeling myself. Maia’s grilling about protocol—and her warnings about causing offense—flutter through my head. “Good evening, Lord Alcott.”

“That would be my father, technically, but I don’t mind the sound of it. Feel free to call me ‘lord’ whenever you like.”

I turn to face Pollux just as one shimmering eyelid drops closed in a wink. [...]

Maia makes a sound of exasperation. “Oh, shove off, you worthless flirt. I’m going to get a drink.”

i shall tag @asomeoneperson @solipsism-lemonade @zmwrites @sleepy-night-child @cream-and-tea @chaotic-queer-disaster @thanatostouch + anyone else who would like to play :)

new words: wink, wrong, wish, wine, and when

(look at me w my alliterations)

#fun fact believe & concern are the same scene from dif povs #(nik is eavesdropping) #(or at least trying to) #my writing #tag games #manuscript search tag #magic gang #circle of hurt #ch: caelan #ch: akina #friendship: caelan x akina #ch: nik #ch: adreanna #friendship: nik x adreanna #night's daughter: excerpt #ch: celena #ch: pollux #friendship: celena x pollux #ch: maia #friendship: maia x pollux