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itsgrimeytime · 11 months

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Magnolia in May (Part One) || Rick Grimes (TWD) x Greene!f!reader Regency AU

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Song Inspiration (in honor of Speak Now Taylor's Version): Enchanted by Taylor Swift

Summary: Your town was small, not the smallest you knew, but anyone of high fortune was the gossip of the week. Predictably, Richard Grimes was a thing of whispers -rumors of a search for marriage among the grassy hills. You weren't one to buy into town gossip, but something about him... just seemed a little too intriguing.

TWS: mentioned infidelity, abandoning children, and rumors.

[[ A/N: Is a Southern accent accurate for this time period? No, no it is not. Do I care? No, no I do not. Pride and Prejudice vibes. You are the sister of Maggie and Beth, and the daughter of Hershel. For plot purposes, I've decided you're the oldest. I was twirling my hair and giggling at this soooooo... And yes it is a quote from The Princess and the Frog. Anyway, thanks for reading!! ]]

"Oh, please," Maggie laughed, "-a rich man? Here? Never."

You added in a shushed voice, as it was late in the night, "Last man I saw around here was Mr. Knightley, and I'd surely say he's much too old for my taste."

The giggles filled the candle-gleamed room, it was coated in a special shade of orange -almost like a sunset. You thought it'd be a nice painting were you to ever find the motivation to paint.

The rumor that had been spilled in the quiet of the night was a man with a vast fortune on the hunt for a wife -nothing was known about him. Just that he was rich and wife hunting was enough for some people. Most people.

"I heard he's quite handsome," Beth whispered -across the room in her single bed, while you and Maggie shared the double.

You quipped, "I supposed someone imaginary might be so."

The pillow that went flying across the room only allowed more giggles to surmise in the dim room -an aura of pure joy.

Beth, who was now smiling but still wished to be taken seriously, "I'm serious! Cassandra a few towns over said she saw him in his carriage."

"I'm not so sure you should be looking in carriages, Beth," Maggie retorted -laughter on the tip of her tongue.

"You two are despicable," hissed across the space, as yet another pillow flew toward the bed.

It was such a far-off idea, really. A visitor? Here? Really? Alexandria was a far too quiet town for anyone to even travel to. Everyone knew everyone and so a visitor would only be talked about rather than be approached; eyes across the road, everyone would be waiting for a mistake. For something to spread.

"If there is such a man," you spoke, leaning back against the bed after the giggles were silent and the candles extinguished, "-I'd say he's rather brave for it."

You woke up that morning to the birds chirping -bright and sing-songy. It was like an alarm to you, pleasant noises against the cold of the morning and you thought just for a second... Maybe you could sleep in just a few more moments.

"Girls! We must be up and ready," her voice echoed up the stairs -pointed and sort of squeaky, "-I have some grand news!"

Naturally, your Headmistress had halted those plans -always eager to instill proper behavior. It was her job, after all. Your father had hired her, shortly after your mother had passed -a sickness not even your father could fix. It was a difficult decision, but with three young daughters and no mother, you never really blamed him. In order to excel, you needed to be married, and to be married, you needed to be proper.

"If I could, I'd hold the house on my own. But, I'm getting older and I'm not what I used to be."

Your father was much looser on restrictions, and you and your sisters would've never gotten this far with your Headmistress Elisa, tragically. She was quite the bore.

Rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, you pulled yourself up -beautiful birds washed out by Ms. Elisa's fussing. Quickly brushing your hair back into something more presentable, you shook and woke both of your sisters, whispering that you'd stall until she came looking.

"Headmistress, Father-" you spoke, adjusting your dress (the one you'd hardly worn because it was terribly out of fashion) and stepping out into the open, "-good morning."

Your father was at the table, head flickering between a file laid at his fingertips -a patient, you assumed. He often took cases home that irked him or needed more thought than what he could do at the clinic. Drastically careful with the personal details, you really only learned of medical issues instead of the faces behind them. Your father was adamant in never went farther.

"Good morning, darling," Elisa smiled, a little frustration in the pull of her lips -probably at the noticeable lack at your sides, "-good to know someone listens to me."

And then she paused, eyes racking along the dress you'd chosen in a split second -as you knew she would.

"Oh, no no no-" she echoed, tsking as she pinched the fabric in her hands -eyes analyzing the fabric, "-this won't do, Dr. Greene, we need much better dresses for the girls-"

"Headmistress, I'm sure I could find something more fitting, I foolishly assumed this was just breakfast-"

"Better dresses?" he questioned, file laid closed by his hands, "Whatever for?"

That was when your sisters had joined, hair not perfect but much better than you thought it would be on the time limit. Their dresses were much the same, evidence of a lack of current fashion trends -you flinched at the Headmistress's gaze settling on it.

"Well, now that everyone is present," she spoke, tone clipped and posture impossibly straight, "-Alexandria is expecting rather prolific company."

Father straightened then, attentive to the prospect, "And who may this be? Would I know them?"

"You must-" her voice was almost dreamy at the prospect of such a lavish living, "-the man's rather well-known in Atlanta, rather, the family is. Rhee, darling."

Your father paused seeming to take in the information -like he was trying to remember if he'd known the name, or maybe specifically the person.

"But-" your Headmistress grinned, the most excited you'd ever seen her, "-there’s even more! The younger man of the Rhee name, he's close friends with the man who owns the large estate only a few miles off of here."

"It's safe to assume they'll both be around, then?" Beth asked with the shyness that reflected her age -she was rather doe-eyed.

It had always caused you to worry, your youngest sister out in the world. She was capable, really, just a smidgen naive, and such a beautiful girl can't afford to be naive.

Before the headmistress could answer, Father seemed to add some things together -the furrow on his brow prominent, "Wait, the man who owns the estate? You mean the one off the road around the Henleys?"

"The one with the lavish fountains, yes," Elisa answered, a bit disinterested in this turn of conversation.

"I know Mr. Grimes," he stated -a sort of empathy deeply seeded into his tone, "-and knowing him makes me certain he is not looking for a mistress. Not after the first one."

You pursed your brow, a bit confused by the wording, "Is the man a widow?"

Your father faltered, a bit of uncertainty flattening upon his lips, "Well, not quite, dear. He lost his wife, yes, but not the way you think."

"If you count 'running off with a soldier' losing her, you mean."

Father's face stiffened, "Miss Elisa, it's rather disrespectful to speak of a man's life that way."

"Just the truth, Hershel," she leaned in to you three -whispering the rest, "-I heard it was the man's own best friend."

"If you must know, I'd much rather tell you correctly. Mr. Grimes is a man I rightly respect," your father sighed, a bit of defeat on his tongue but you honestly couldn't say you weren't interested, "-She did run off with a soldier, General Walsh -I believe. And it was Mr. Grimes most trusted companion, a friend from youth from what I understand. Left him and the children about 2 years ago."

Maggie, who'd been silent until now, asked, "Children?"

"Yes," your father added, a little forlorn, "-he's to raise them himself. I find I empathize him."

"More reason for him to be on the look," your Headmistress tsked, "-who wouldn't want a maternal figure for their children? It'd be truly shameful."

You bit your tongue at the implication, heavy stares at your father, "I'm sure he has their best interests at heart, Headmistress. It's not right to assume a man's honor just on rumor alone."

"Not right, indeed," Father agreed, turning back to his file so slightly, "-if he is looking for a mistress, as you say he is, he'd be a wonderful suitor for you girls. So, I'm not very opposed."

And then the Headmistress was off again, fiddling with each sister's hair and pulling out old fabric for ribbons (she asked for new ones, and was met with the conundrum of dress or ribbons). She'd especially fussed over you, being the oldest of the group -she wished to have you married first. "The longer you wait, the harder it'll be, trust me, deary."

Needless to say, you were quite joyous that Headmistress had still sent you on your weekly visit to the shops.

It had intially started much like how this morning had -a wish for anyone to ask for your hand or even begin courting you. After that ended (only because any man in a ten mile radius was either not rich, happily married, or much too old), she'd requested you simply because you were the most trained.

Maggie was in a bit of a rebel streak, Headmistress surely feared any time she left the house without supervisor, and Beth? Well, she was rather well-composed but still naive. The first -and last- time she had gone, she'd spent much more than you'd probably spend in a month. Local men had swindled her and she hadn't even noticed.

You were a middle ground, already having your rebellious streak and fully knowing how to stand your ground.

That morning the market was busier than you expected, as you navigated through the stalls each one only smelling better. Your first stop was always fruit, as the better stock would always be taken early you urged to get the best... reasonably.

The man who ran the stall was kind, had a wonderful smile and always remembered your name, you found you always remembered his : Mr. Elliotts.

He was old, and seemed to only really have the fruits to his name -he was rather fond of talking and had told you a lot. You knew much about the man, and dreaded the day he'd close up shop -you'd miss him if he did.

"Hello, miss," his voice was big and grand, tone ever-so-happy to see you, "-I've got quite the selection for you today. All your favorites."

"After my heart, Mr. Elliotts?"

He laughed, a jolly sort of laugh you would've expected Saint Nick to have when you were young, "Funny, don't let your father hear that one, eh? I've got all types of berries for you, specially grown."

"Oh, thank you," you said, grateful.

Mr. Elliotts was not a clean man, you knew that much, his facial hair was overgrown, and his face was always dusted in a healthy spatter of dirt. It had always just seemed more natural to you, than the other cleaner stalls decorating the square. You knew very well you were often the only customer of his, just because he looked like he'd gotten the fruits himself.

"No problem," he grinned -big and toothy.

Once the conversation had settled, you'd ordered your berries with a sense of ease -merely pointing gently at the types just in case he couldn't hear you. You were comfortable with him and were rather fond of his presence. So even after packing away the fruit you'd bought into your basket, you still stayed near.

After the first few stories though, there was something odd.

On your arm, the basket rested -poised prettily, properly. It felt like a familiar weight at this point -used to the trips that you'd become rather excited about. But what wasn't was the slight tug on your dress -you'd barely noticed it, merely feeling like a gust of wind.

On instinct, though, your head turned to check it -eager to keep your dresses in good condition so your Headmistress wouldn't lose her head. And when you had, you'd met an unfamiliar face.

It was a little girl, her hand cinched on your dress and pulling on the fabric -intent on getting your attention. She was blond, a mess of curls gracing her head only alluding to what she had been up to earlier that day -you couldn't help but smile at her.

"Well, hello, little one," you hummed, crouching down to her side and looking around for anyone that had been looking for her, "-where are your parents?"

The little girl didn't speak, as you thought she might know a few, only leveling with your basket -brown eyes heavily focused on the fruit within. You pursed your lips, watching her as her little tiny hand extended toward you -open and shutting her fingers in a grabbing gesture.

You smiled, still flickering in the crowd for anyone with that familiar worry, "You want one?"

Still crouching down, you fished into your basket -grabbing one that she could hold and gently placing it in her palm. Her grin was a little toothy, as she with ease ate the blueberry -dribbles of the vivid blue making a mess along her mouth.

And then, a voice with an unfamiliar accent spoke about the crowd, "Judith? Where are ya? Have you seen a little toddler 'bout yay big little pink dress, blonde curls-"

Without so much as an extra thought, you gently grabbed her clean hand -keeping her close to your side. Your eyes wandered to match the voice of the man, guiding Judith back to her home. The market was a little too busy to go just on noise-

And then, you saw him.

A tall man with pushed-back brunette curls that were elegantly brushed behind his ears, and a pinch of worry in his eyebrows. He was currently turned to an older lady -crouched slightly to speak to her appropriately. You could see the brush of stubble across his jaw, and a hint of bright blue eyes.

You spared a thought, he's quite pretty. Before pushing it away, and trying to gather his attention, "Sir? Hello, excuse me-"

The man spun to your attention, blue eyes settled intently on you -a bit in shock. You immediately realized he was quite finely dressed for such an occasion, a neatly pressed white shirt and brown vest -a sort of detailed satin. Sleeves elegantly rolled up from the heat, he still looked starchly overdressed -you brushed at your dress insecurely. He seemed to start to say something-

"Dada," the girl, Judith, squealed -escaping your hand to run to him.

The man stalled for a second, eyes still set on you -before seeming to shake his head back into shape. He crouched down to match her enthusiasm, arms open wide and grinning, "Jude, thank god."

Pulling the girl to his chest, he stood. Eyes uncertainly settling on you, but still with an expert air of gratefulness, "Thank you so much, you really don't know what you've done for me, Miss uh-"

"Greene," you answered, unused to such affection displayed by a father -you found it rather charming, "-Ms. Greene. And really there's no need, I'm glad to help. She's a sweetheart."

"No, no, really-" he spoke, still a little uncertain, "-Is there anything at all I could do for ya? You have no idea-" And then he paused, looking towards his daughter with a peculiar eye (the smudge of blue still prominent on her lips) and then your basket.

"Oh, right, sorry-" you apologized, straightening the basket on your arm with a sort of nervous fidget, "-I just bought them from a stall, Mr. Elliotts, she seemed to want one. I apologize if I overstepped-"

"Could I buy ya more?"

You stalled, "I... what?"

He paused, thinking over his own words, "Well, she ate one and I'd like to thank you-"

"Sir, she only ate one," you answered -smiling at the odd idea he'd explained, "-trust me, it won't be missed."

"I insist," he carefully spoke, Judith bouncing gently in his arms a passive sort of affection you found rather endearing.

You opened your mouth, rather unused to such forward generosity -especially for something so simple as what you had done, "Well, it wouldn't-"

And then, as if the world had heard the offer (and hated you), the church bell rang -a sort of melodic noise that brushed over the center. You usually enjoyed it, keen on the tone that settled over your skin, but this time, you didn't.

"Oh, is that the bell?!" you stopped yourself, frantically looking up at the swinging golden symbol, "-I'm so sorry, I'm going to be late for breakfast. Perhaps next time?"

"'Course," he responded -the low rasp of his voice sounded quite melodic itself, you noted, "-'til I see you again. Enjoy your breakfast."

"Right, yes-" you shook yourself out of your stupor, and you think you heard him laugh, "-you and Judith enjoy your day as well, okay?"

"We will," he said -a semblance of a grin brushing across his face, you turned a bit crimson at it. All perfectly white teeth and dashing charm, "-Goodbye, Ms. Greene."

That was the last you heard, as you hurried across the courtyard -not very eager to listen to your Headmistress screech about timeliness and its importance to a proper woman. You'd imagine she'd nearly die if she could see you running through the courtyard now, actually.

You thought, just for a spare second, it might be worth it.

#rick grimes #rick grimes x reader #its griming time #stuff n' thangs #rick grimes x you #rick grimes x y/n #ricky dicky doo dah grimes #twd #twd rick #rick grimes x y/n fanfiction #rick grimes oneshot #magnolia in may

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whentommymetalfie · 2 months

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Tagged by @bouncydragon. Thank you for giving me a chance to ramble!

20 questions for fan fiction writers

1. How many works do you have on ao3?

2. What’s your total ao3 word count?

642 307 (!)

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Currently only Peaky Blinders

4. Top five fics by kudos

Breathe again, Kiss with a fist, Family is family, Little talks, Shattered and hollow

5. Do you respond to comments?

I try to always do that for my WIPs but sometimes I forget to when I get a comment on an older fic. But that doesn't mean I don't read and appreciate them!

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

I was about to say that I never write angsty endings, because I can't handle them, but then I remembered about whumptober where I dabbled in that, sort of. I think it's a tie between Aversion and Confinement, and even those have a glimpse of hope at the end because I'm just like that.

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

Oh that's a tough one, since happy endings are my jam, so I've got plenty. But I think that To live a life, an installment in my first AU has a very happy ending, considering the angst that comes before.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I recall getting like... one really nasty comment once, years ago, but I've completely forgotten what it said, because I just deleted it and was sad about it for a few days and now it's gone from my mind, I just remember it happening because it's so rare.

And I've gotten a comment or two where a reader has disapproved of something in a fic, or where it's clear that they've interpreted something an entirely different way than I intended, and where they've chosen to express that in a not entirely nice way. I think when that's happened, I've left the comment, but haven't responded to it, because I just don't feel like going into discussions or spending my energy of that. But mostly all my readers are incredibly kind, which is a huge reason why I keep posting my work.

9. Do you write smut?

I have on occasion written a fic or two mostly focused on smut, upon request, and I incorporate sex-scenes into fics when I feel they serve a purpose.

10. Craziest crossover?

I've never written one, but I'm not opposed to them

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes, a few!

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

Nope

14. All time favorite ship?

Well got to be Tommy/Alfie right? Just look at all my... stuff.

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

I have plenty of shorter unpublished wips where I've just wanted to 'try' an idea, or get something out of my head. Or be especially self indulgent. Those never get past the draft stage. But anything I truly want to finish and post, I usually do finish. Eventually.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I honestly think that one of my writing strengths is keeping at it, even when everything feels impossible, because without that stubbornness, many of my fics would've gotten finished. Cheesy as it may sound.

On a more technical note, I think -hope- that I'm good finding a good pace in my stories, at least my latest ones. And... describing emotions maybe.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

The first thing that comes to mind, and that often feel the most limited by, is that English is my second language. That always adds a layer of insecurity. And I'm not great at writing action, or scenes with many characters (I always feel like I'm trying to juggle with way too many balls)

18. Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

I think it can work great when it serves a purpose, but with my lacking language skills I just incorporate into the text that a character isn't speaking English, rather than typing the dialogue out in the actual language.

19. First fandom you wrote in?

My first ever fanfic I posted was for True Blood. Ten years ago now, which feels crazy.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

Tough one... If I'm only allowed finished fics, I'd have to say Breathe Again, because it's my first truly long, multi-chaptered project and I grew a lot as a writer -I think- while writing that. But I do want to give Home to you it's own shoutout (even if I have yet to finish that last chapter that's haunting me because I'm so afraid to mess it up) because it's so intrinsically connected to Breathe again.

tagging (with no pressure of course, and apologies if you've already been tagged) @abusivelittlebunny @100dabbo @andtherewerefireworks @elskiee

#ask games #my writing

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boombrothersasks · 6 months

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Find him Shadow! Save your little brother!

Shadow turned around the corner, and found his suspicions right. There Eclipse was, standing right in front of him, just staring back without a word. While Team Sonic stayed behind to keep watch, Shadow approached the darkling.

"Look, Eclipse...its been brought to my attention that what I said was...wrong. I admit it, alright? I'm not at all good at this sort of thing. Me, the ultimate lifeform, not good at something? Shocking, I know-"

"SHADOW." Amy loudly whispered to get him back on track.

"Right. I wanted to tell you the truth any other way, honest. I'd been thinking about it for so long and I didn't want to hurt you but the truth is the truth and what it all comes down to is-"

"What...the actual heck are you talking about?"

"...Excuse me?"

"Why would you be apologizing to me? We're enemies. Its literally my job to kill you."

"None of that is true."

"Oh, really? Don't play dumb. You hate me. You always have. You wanted me gone, and now, I think you're the one who should be gone."

Shadow didn't notice, but while Eclipse stepped forward, he stepped back. This wasn't like either of them at all.

"Where did you even get these ideas...?"

"I'll admit, I maybe kinda sorta...didn't remember at first. I didn't remember who you were, or what you did to me, or why I hated you so much to begin with. I was lucky enough to have someone who could actually remind me of who you really are."

That was the only thing he needed to hear.

"Okay, I see what this is," Shadow shoved Eclipse aside, something team Sonic didn't really understand, and something that made the darkling angrier. "WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?! WHAT DID HE DO TO YOU? WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM? COME OUT HERE AND GIVE ME ANSWERS, YOU COWARD."

"I reaaaaallly thought you would've gotten it sooner," Shadow stepped to the side once he noticed a familiar, overly-hateable platypus standing beside him. "But, then again, you always have been 'all brawn no brains' from the start, haven't you, Shadow."

"Hey, my name's not Shadow!" Knuckles shouted.

"...Oh great. You've made friends who are just as idiotic as you are. Fantastic."

"They're not my friends," Shadow scowled. "I hate them just as much as you, believe me. Now answer my question. What. Did you. Do to him."

"Me? I did nothing at all. I merely brought him back to his senses. He was quite delusional even when I first encountered him, you know. The sheer belief and trust he had in you was uncanny. All I did was help him, unlike you. You only hurt him. You only lied to him."

"THAT DOESN'T ANSWER ANYTHING!"

"Fine, if its the long story short you want. I offered help in getting rid of you, if he so desired. And he did. So, I got rid of you, from his memory. Simple as that."

"How does that even work...?"

"Eh, a small chip in his brain was really all I needed to-"

"THERES A WHAT IN MY BRAIN?!" Eclipse exclaimed. "HOW?! WHAT?!"

"Plot convenience, darkling. You should probably just forget about that."

"Forget about what?"

...

"So it was you. I knew it from the start." Shadow glared.

"Like that matters now? You were already too late to save him. You still should've been faster, smarter...you should've been better."

Shadow had nothing to say after that.

"Alright, you've already hogged him for long enough!" Shadow wasn't able to do much before Eclipse sped towards him, pushing him down onto the ground. "You think you can get rid of me? Nah...I'll just have to get rid of you first."

#me injecting a bit of my own fic in a sonic boom au to get it out of my system #my writing if you squint #sonic the hedgehog #sonic fandom #sth #sonic boom #boom!brothers au #sonic boom au #sonic au #boom!shadow #boom!eclipse #boom!starline #boom!sonic #boom!tails #boom!amy #boom!knuckles #sticks the badger

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circa-specturgia · 1 year

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15 Questions, 15 Mutuals

Since @tryingtimi @bloodlessheirbyjacques @the-void-writes @baroquesse, @awritingcaitlin and @agrimedena-drax all asked me (some twice, if you need any idea at how bad I am at answering asks), I’ve finally gotten around to writing it down…

I'll answer it for my main WIPs, Circa Specturgia's main character, Caspian. Answers being from him in the state he's in around the midpoint, or towards the end of the second arc of the story, if I were to guess!

Cas is sitting in front of a fire, a ways away from the camp where everyone else is staying, far enough away to be out of earshot when you sit beside him. He doesn't pay you much mind, though he doesn't brush you off, instead stoking the fire, which illuminates the bags under his eyes.

1. Are you named after anyone?

I am. We were able to know for sure that the A .in my name meant Alekos once we'd met V, though after meeting Mask the first time, we already suspected that it meant something to me. Though, I don't know if I can count it as being named after someone if I'm to be that persons incarnation...

Aside from that, Blackwood... It's where I'm supposedly from, but I'd like to think that I've made that my name.

2. When was the last time you cried?

I’d rather not say. Or think about it.

3. Do you have kids?

Uh, no. Maybe I'd like to, in the future, though. If I can even really think about that right now. Now that I think about it, I'm not sure if Mask can even... hmm. Maybe I should ask.

4. Do you use sarcasm?

Never. Not once in my life have I ever used sarcasm for any reason.

5. What's the first thing you notice about people?

Would you punch me if I said their ass?

He chuckles a bit once you do, before he straightens up, stoking the fire again.

Their eyes. You can usually tell a lot from the eyes.

6. What's your eye color?

Black. Or really dark grey? Like graphite, or obsidian. They apparently turn gold sometimes though. Whenever I do anything Antecendant. I’ve never looked in a mirror when it happens.

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

Happy endings. I'd like to hope for happy endings.

8. Any special talents?

I don't know if I can count my arsosteia as a talent? It's just something I can do, thought V said I have a knack for it. Kane would also– ...sorry.

He goes silent for a moment, having remembered something he'd rather have not, the fire dimming before he realizes it, and reignites the embers.

Uh, I guess Adira said once that I picked up fighting instincts quick.

9. Where were you born?

I… don’t really know. The Blackwood, I mentioned it earlier, was where I was apparently created, but I don’t know the details. If V knows, he didn't tell me. Cyril put down Layr Laiarta when sorting out my documents, so I guess that makes me a Vosiinæan on paper. I think that works for me. Maybe I'll settle down there. If I earn that happy ending.

10. What are your hobbies?

I liked reading, when I had time. The Royal University Library had a ton of books, and even if the ones on Matrixes gave me a headache I'd still take those over what we have to deal with these days.

Sparring is nice too. Both with or without specturgy. It lets everything sort of melt away, too.

11. Do you have any pets?

Do the runalongs count? I didn’t even know I could do it until recently but Mask taught me to summon them to me and they have my fire, so I guess that makes them my pets?

That said, Mask is enough of a creature themselves that I could call them my Pet…

12. What sports do you play/ have played?

Does sparring count? Adira and Cyril have us practicing nearly constantly. I don’t mind it, though. Like I said, helps me clear my head.

13. How tall are you?

6'5" or so? Cyril says I've gotten taller over the last year.

14. Favorite subject in school?

Gods, that feels forever ago... I think it would've been the the practice matches against Cyril. Or the control exercises, they were tough, but, finishing them felt good.

15. Dream Job?

He doesn't speak for a moment, looking into the fire.

I haven't let myself think that far ahead, yet.

I return the ask to @tryingtimi @bloodlessheirbyjacques @the-void-writes @baroquesse, @awritingcaitlin and @agrimedena-drax, and add on @magefaery @cherrybombfangirlwrites @verba-writing @ss-hawthorne @kainablue @wildswrites @jessica-writes22 @breath-of-eternity and @manuscriptsatmidnight!

Have fun!

#what he said about Cyril and Adira having him practice is a lie btw #he’ll just never admit it #he throws himself into practice and will work himself to the bone to distract himself from things #or to feel productive with work #to try and get better to protect those he loves #if anything his parents are more often than not trying to find ways to get him to stop running himself ragged #though they do encourage practice and varied exercises #writing #writeblr #writers on tumblr #writeblr community #fantasy writing #wip.circa specturgia #circa specturgia

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srslyspiderman · 11 months

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mk so i had this FREAKY dream about Webster(spidersona) and Miguel. but the thing is Webster and Miles are pretty similar in comparison since Webster is just me.. and im similar to Miles,, so... yeah!! so im thinking.. how about i take this as an opportunity to right a freaky ass fic or smth based off that? well ur opinion doesn't matter bc HERE WE GO!!! In 1st person bc it's the only way I can write. :')

— — — woah, the mans a vamp?! — — —

I had always wanted to be apart of the Spider-Society, I always loved the idea of being.. "official" and that place was my one-way ticket to that. Being an "official Spider-Man".. what a dream! I was on my way to Miguel's office-like place and honestly the walk wasn't so bad, I had already gotten my own watch.. well wristband; this way I wouldn't glitch out and die or.. something like that! Once I got there he was lowering himself down on a platform of some sort but he didn't say a word, it was pure silence the entire time.. I had to break it, I had to say SOMETHING.

"So..how's it going big guy? You're awfully quiet," I started, he didn't have anything to say he was just tapping on some holograms doing some lame junk that I couldn't care for so I continued talking "I was thinking... I could be apart of the Spider-Society! I'm pretty helpful in my universe and I think I could be preeeettttyy useful here too!" I don't remember what I said after but I just couldn't stop blabbing at the mouth and I'm sure he said something but I couldnt hear him over how excited I was, I was so lost in my own words I hadn't heard a single word he said to me. He talks to low anyway so..not my fault! However, I guess that made him think I was ignoring him.. which didn't make him the happiest of people. Before I knew it he lunged at me and was pressing me against a wall, he arm pressing against my throat.

"COULD YOU STOP TALKING? YOU'RE VOICE IS SO SICKENING TO LISTEN TO. YOU KNOW THAT RIGHT?" his fangs retracted which honestly scared me, but IM SPIDERMAN. I'd be okay and bounce back up again, those dumb fangs couldn't possibly do a numher on me. Either way.. he couldn't hurt someone who's important, right?

"Hey man, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings I just thought maybe I could help-" He didn't like the fact I kept mentioning helping him, I could tell by the way he was just.. LOOKING at me. Like he wanted to kill me.

"Look kid, I don't need your help. I don't need any of the spider-people here but I can't wipe them all out because people all across the multiverse would drop like flies. Trust me, if I could I would've done it a while ago." Honestly I thought he was playing the role of a tough guy so I wanted to lighten the mood.

"Come onnn, why so sour? You and me could be a team! Check this out; Miguel O'Hairy-Legs and his amazingly charming side-kick, Webster! I could be like your kid, it'd-" He lifted me up into the air for just a moment and slammed me down onto the ground. I think I felt the floor break underneath me. I let out a groan and looked up at him.

"You aren't MY kid. You're just a random kid who just so happened to get some fucking powers, and you'll NEVER be anything more than that. A KID IN A SPIDER COSTUME. A FANBOY PLAYING DRESS-UP." I could see the spit coming out of his mouth, it was disgusting but it was all I could focus on with the amount of pain that was flowing through me from when he slammed me down. "Look, you're gonna go back home and live your life. And you won't be seeing anyone again, no Hobie. No Gwen. Not even Miles. You got it?"

"psh, who's gonna stop me? You're too busy cooped up in your office doing your lame work. You're just like a dad but.. without a k-" I think that's what really got to him, well, I know that's what got to him since before I could even finish my sentence I felt a sharp pain in my neck. My eyes widened as I lifted my hand up slowly but I felt a grip tighten around my wrist and lower it down with force. Miguel wasn't infront of me anymore.. he was to my side, biting down on my neck. The room was quiet like before, the silence that was so unbarable to sit through returned it also seemed to be dimming around me as I tried to push him off me but it didn't matter at that point, my entire body weakened and then everything just went black.

BOOM THE END 😱😱

#spiderman #atsv #across the spiderverse #miguel o'hara #spidersona #spiderverse oc #spiderverse #fandom #fanfic #spiderverse fanfic

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the-sidekick-club · 1 year

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Flowers for the Shadow Man

Part 1 : Part 2

Written by: @heroes-villains-side-blog★@tratieisdabest★@just-a-space-rabbit

TW: breaking and entering

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Shadows simply nodded in response, once again amused with her, and once again pinker, though really redder, than before.

Alexandria slowly regained her composure. "Well… what do we do now? I'd like to get to know you better before a date, which is… sort of the point of those, but I just know Mender will find out somehow, and we'll be spied on by their little club thing. Well, that is, if they keep meeting."

Shadows cocked his head in thought, a motion that Alexandria found adorable, before answering, "Well, we could just talk? Like you have my phone number, which, by the way, would've been a smart recourse to use, so you wouldn’t have had to break in —"

Alexandria's glow returned, flustered to hear yet another flaw in her plan. Gosh, this was embarrassing; normally she was pretty level-headed, but Shadows just messed that up.

"--- and we could figure out times when we can meet up, like on a rooftop, or here or something."

Alexandria nodded, and then there was silence. Neither of them knew what to talk about. So, after about… 5 seconds of that awkward silence, Alexandria blurted out, "Let's play 20 questions! You can go first!"

Shadows looked over at her in slight surprise; the sudden words had startled him, but he actually liked the idea quite a lot! And so, he began to think of the perfect first question, leading to another few seconds of awkward silence. Finally, he said,"I suppose we should start small. What's your favorite dessert?"

The hero thought for a moment before answering, "Anything chocolate, though especially when Mender bakes it for me!" Shadows happily took in the new information; Alexandria was very, very supportive of her sidekick, loved her baking, and also loved chocolate! Perhaps one day, Shadows would get a chance to work with Mender to make something for the hero, but there wasn't too much time to think about the simple answer because it was Alexandria's turn!

Before asking, she scanned the room, clad in red and black, similar to much of his base and his costume. "What's your favorite color?" she asked with slight sarcasm.

But Shadows just smiled and answered, "I've always loved the color yellow! That's why I have lots of sticky notes in that color." At that, he pointed to his desk, which had a rainbow of sticky notes, but contained 3 shades of yellow. It wasn't immediately noticeable, though, since the yellow ones were used so often that the stacks had gotten progressively thin, all combing to about the size of one. Alexandria looked surprised at the answer, but he really wasn't sure why. Why would she ask if she thought she already knew the answer?

"Huh. I… wasn't expecting that." Alexandria said, gazing around the room to try and find more hints of yellow. When he noticed that, he realized the reason for surprise; everything was always red! But who was going to take a villain seriously if they were clad in yellow, unless maybe their power was, like, bee related.

"Well what's your favorite color?" Shadows asked, voice full of challenge. If the answer was anything but orange, it basically proved his point of favorite colors not always being the best color to use (no it wouldn't). Which would make Alexandria look a bit silly, and if he was lucky she'd flustsd again!

But she just looked at him in confusion before saying, "Orange? Though yellow is definitely nice too." Okay, so maybe his plan didn't totally work, and now he's the embarrassed blushing one, but it's fine, it’s not like he's not grumpy that his amazing plan failed.

Questions like these continued on for a while.

"Your favorite crime you ever committed?" Alexandria asked.

"Well, once I stole a whole merry-go-round for Kim and Hirra to play on. They loved it, and Hirra still hangs out on it sometimes! But any one that means I get to see you is lovely." Shadows replied. And the hero flusters (success!).

"What was your favorite agency mission?" Shadows asked.

"Hmm, I really liked solving the mystery of the stolen Corinthian vase. It was one of Mender and I's first missions together, and and she taught me a lot about ancient Greek and Roman pottery that week. It was annoying that the thief escaped though. But to echo your words, any crime you commit is lovely." And the villain blushes (success!). "Dogs or cats?" She asked.

"Well, I like them both, but I think cats. They sort of remind me of Hirra if that makes sense." Shadows replied. No blush, but a cute parent moment, so… success! "Cats or dogs?" He echoed.

"Dogs. I've always wanted one, and they wouldn't mess with my things as much, so dogs. Cats are… scary." Alexandria replied. No fluster, but this one was just for information, so… success!

But the two did have deeper questions as well, and Shadows was the first one to ask.

"When did you decide to be a hero? Like, at what moment did you really want to be one?" Shadows asked, a bit nervous since it was a bit more deep than the previous questions. But Alexandria seemed perfectly fine with it, much to his relief.

"Well, when I was little, I just wanted to help people, you know? I got a few nosebleeds trying to save the other kids from bullies, stuff like that. Then I started developing powers so the agency came and explained my parentage — grew up at an orphanage, my parents died when I was really young, you know?" she said the words so casually like they didn't really mean much to her, but he could tell from her face there was a deeper story. "So I decided to go to the academy at the time. It seemed like a good idea; I got to learn how to control my strength and just help people."

Shadows’ face did not change, but internally, he knew from personal experience that that wasn't all there was to it.

"And then I became a sidekick at 15, something I later fought against. But at the time it just seemed like the natural thing to do." That wasn't fully true, but it was a lot to explain, so she left it at that.

Shadows had a lot of questions and thoughts whirling around in his head after all that, but he could tell this was a complicated subject and didn't press for more explanation.

Alexandria did want the answer to the opposite question, why did he become a villain. She definitely planned to ask that later in the game, because she was only ready for one deep question at a time. Instead, she asked, "Why do you call me 'my lady'?"

Shadows’ reply was not immediate, but the reaction was; his eyes widened and his skin colored as he tried to find a plausible reason to give her, before just giving up and telling the truth.

"Well, it's two main things, I suppose. First, I wanted to flirt a bit, and it was more original than the stereotypical flirty villain calling the hero 'darling,'" he said the last word in a slight flirty tone, making Alexandria immediately fluster. "The bonus of this is that it makes you get all flustered, which is very cute and pretty." She glowed a bit more. "And, secondly," he looked the hero directly in her eyes, "I suppose I wished you were 'my lady'. I mean, we've established I have a 'crush' on you, and those often come with wanting to date the person in question." He finished his second point with a small smile in her direction, which of course made her get even more flustered (success!) and smile back.

It was normally a bit hard to tell when the hero was "blushing" due to her skin tone. Instead, she had a light glow, and it had become glaringly obvious (pun intended) this close when she was flustered. But it was his turn to ask a question, and as soon as he thought of it, his eyes had a noticeably devious glint. "Did it work?" he asked innocently.

She looked up at him, her flustered state breaking due to confusion, "Did what work?"

"The pet name? Did my flirting work well? Would you be willing to someday go on a date with me, after a few more of these talks?" He said with a slight smirk, already having a guess as to her response.

The flustered state immediately returned (success!) and she sputtered out an answer, "Um, well… yes, I guess. Well, not guess. I would like to go on a date with you! And you're very good at flirting — shoot, I didn't mean to say that out loud. I… you. I brought you flowers! What do you think Mr. 'Would you like to date me?’" She said the last part in a mocking voice, trying to recover, but it didn't work.

"Ah, my apologies, my lady. It was quite foolish of me not to realize," He said with amusement.

"Hey! No!" She wagged her finger at him like he was a naughty cat. "You don't get to do that anymore! It's run its course, you're done."

Shadows was not done, "Oh no, my lady —" fluster, "I think I'll be keeping it now that I can see how well it works! In fact, I believe I'll be using it whenever I can, no matter how inappropriate the timing is."

She glared at him, which would've been scary if not for the fact she'd become so flustered that her ears had slightly reddened. Whatever could've caused that? When he simply raised an amused and unimpressed eyebrow at her, she changed course.

"Alright, well, did you like the flowers?!" She asked, hoping to throw him off. But all he did was gently put his hand over hers before reaching over to grab the vase.

"They're beautiful. I love them," he said with a soft smile. "No one has ever given me flowers before."

Alexandria gasped in outrage at the statement. "That is ridiculous! Everyone deserves flowers, even stupid cute flirty villains." At that, he grinned up at her cutely.

"You think I'm cute?" He asked with amusement and also delight.

She pinched her nose, annoyed the villain was clearly winning at… whatever this was. "Well,, like… objectively."

Shadows looked at her, already knowing exactly what to say. "Really? That's odd, since no one had called me cute since I was a child."

The hero fell into the trap. "Well, that's also ridiculous! I mean, you have a sweet little nose, and freckles, and your hair is so pretty and — hey! Stop doing that!" she said, realizing what he'd done as he listened intently with a smile.

"Alright, I'm sorry. But it was very sweet, my lady!" He replied, unable to resist one last quip. She looked at him disgruntled, though of course flustered (success!). "Now, I do believe it's my turn. What's your favorite season?"

"Either winter, since I get to go sledding, or summer, because I get to swim. Oh, and also hot cocoa and lemonade are great!" She said shortly, still a bit flustered from all the earlier flirting. Shadows simply nodded in approval.

"What about you? What's your favorite season?" She asked.

"Well, they all have pros and cons, you know? Summer and winter are great for the reasons you said, but also are way too hot or cold. Spring and fall are nice, since I get to wear sweaters in fall and see the leaves, but everything is dying. In spring, everything is blooming and on some days you can still wear sweaters, but the ambiance is sort of interrupted by all the poor souls with allergies sneezing up a storm." Alexandria nodded in sympathy at that. While she wasn't allergic to pollen, she had friends who were, and they always seemed miserable in the spring. As one had put it whilst rubbing at their eyes, "Flowers pretty but itchy."

Shadows continued his little speech. "So I guess they're all alright. I do agree that winter is quite nice, since no one can really commit crime then. It becomes a break of sorts." Alexandria knew exactly what he meant. Winter was also nice because everyone got a bit of a break; the cold forced a ceasefire, and even on the relatively warmer days villains chose not to commit crimes out of courtesy.

It was now Shadows’ turn, and he had a question that'd been eating at him since he first saw Alexandria was breaking into his room. "What kind of flowers are these?"

Alexandria brightened at that. Her friend, who was a florist, had some extras and gave them to her. And they always went on long rants about flowers and their meanings, so she knew all there was to know about these. "They're white, camillas and carnations. They mean-" she cut herself off at that, realizing that neither of them were ready for a love confession (she wasn't even sure if she was there yet), so she needed to leave some of the meanings out. "They mean that I think you're adorable, and also that I have pure intentions." Shadows blushed at the confession, and gave her a light smile.

Alexandria had that deep question sitting in her mind for a while, and she just couldn't contain it any longer. Hopefully it wouldn't ruin everything. "Why did you become a villain? If you don't mind me asking, that is."

Shadows blinked, surprised by the question. Clearly it'd been sitting in her mind since he first asked her the opposite. "Well… I didn’t grow up wanting to be a villain. In fact, it was the opposite. But…" He paused, unsure how to best explain. "I had this 'friend' in uni, he… ruined everything for me,” Shadow said before pausing. Just the memories alone were painful, but talking about it felt both better and worse at the same time.

“In our last semester of uni,” he continued, “I finally felt that my life was going the right way, and then he took that away from me. He destroyed all of the chances and opportunities I had for a good life. And the worst part was that he succeeded in every way. I ended up with no mentor, lost my bachelor’s degree, got expelled, and even though the person that had given me the job still wanted me, the Aura commission would not allow it.”

He took a deep breath before continuing, looking at Alexandria for a second, who had wide and equally outraged eyes. "My parents never liked my powers, thinking they meant I was evil, which is stupid! So when they were 'proven right' by this, they cut me off."

“So I felt cornered, and alone, and sad, and didn’t know what to do. I left Nizorro and became a villain, the very same thing my parents had said I’d end up as. It was just for survival at first, but is now something that I do because I can help people through it. But anyway, originally I um… well… we, that being Kim and me, just came back to Nizorro so that they could go to university here. Then we took in Hirra, and I'd also reunited with some old friends, so we just stayed…”

He noticed Alexnadira’s expression, so hastily added, “But, don't feel too sorry for me! If I had the chance, I’d do the same thing again” he said with a light smile.

Alexandria was shocked to say the least, “What? After everything that happened to you? After your parents and fake friend? Why?”

“Kim and Hirra,” he said softly. Alexandria’s mind stopped for a moment but Shadows continued, “I don’t even want to think what would have happened to those two, especially Hirra, if I wasn’t there as a villain at the right time and place.”

She smiled at the last bit, but still pulled him into a tight hug. "I’m so happy you found Kim and Hirra, but I wish you hadn't had to go through all that for that. It just sounds so terrible, and nobody deserves that, especially not someone as sweet and kind as you." Shadows clung to her before pulling away in slight embarrassment.

"Gosh, I'm clinging to you like a toddler when I don't even know your real name," he said, annoyed with himself.

Alexandria looked at him for a moment and then said one word. "Alexa."

He looked up at her in confusion. "What?"

"My name is Alexa. You don't have to give me yours, but I would like to have it some day."

He thought for a moment, wondering if he trusted her before realizing: He had let her babysit his children. He had given her one of his biggest secrets freely; very few people knew about his past. And she trusted him enough to give him part of her civilian name. So he obviously trusted her. "Lukas. My name is Lukas."

Alexa smiled at him before her phone suddenly pinged. "Well, it was nice talking to you, Lukas. Very lovely name, by the way. But I'm afraid I have to go or my sidekick will come looking for me." She moved to the window, which he unlocked with a button on his watch, before waving. "Bye! Also, don't read all the notes I wrote, they're stupid and embarrassing."

Lukas was absolutely going to read those notes, but all he did was nod and reply, "I’m absolutely going to read those notes.” The crime-fighter groaned. “Have a nice night, Alexa." As soon as she was out the window and sight, he rushed to the nightstand the flowers were on and collected all the crumpled notes on it.

"Dear Shadow Wraith, I think you're really cute and it seems like you maybe feel the same? You don't have to or anything but my sidekick is very smart so it seems likely. But anyways —" the note cut off.

He read every single one, and determined 3 main things.

One: Alexa feels her sidekick is one of the smartest people in the world (how sweet!).

Two: Alexa also thinks that about Lukas (that made him blush).

Three: Lukas is very sweet/cute/adorable/kind/amazing/etc (which also madke him blush, though he smiled a bit since he knew the confession made her blush as well).

Thank goodness he had such a good security system, otherwise they may have never had this talk and he would have had to wait even longer to get her name (not that he would've minded).

—

Alexa was met with an interrogation when she got back to her and her sidekick's shared room.

"Where were you?" Sadie asked as soon as she entered.

"I was on patrol, like I said." Alexa calmly replied, taking off her mask and grabbing some sweatpants and a shirt to change into (she had come in through the window, which Sadie had apparently been expecting).

Sadie immediately raised her eyebrows. "You sure about that?" Alexa simply nodded in response, closing the door to the bathroom so she could change and quickly use the toilet. When she came back out, Sadie was on her bed, staring her down.

"Well, I called the agency to double-check since when you do late patrols you typically only do small ones for just an hour or two. It’s 12:15. You left around when the text was sent, so 8:57. It had been over 2 hours, so I was worried, so I called the agency at 11:47. They said you hadn't done a patrol since earlier today.” Sadie stared her down. “Where were you?"

Alexa was caught, but had a plan to get out of it. "Isn't that my business?" she rhetorically asked.

Sadie hummed before answering. "Yes, but you don't have to lie. All you had to say was 'I'm going out for a while', but you felt the need to cover your tracks. Now the question is, what tracks are you covering?" she asked, brown eyes drilling into the other hero's soul.

"Well, why don't you tell me, Detective Sadie?" Alexa asked, dodging the question.

"Well, your flowers are missing.” She nodded in the direction of the empty vase. “Were you giving them to someone? A date, perhaps?"

Alexa had 3 moves here. Tell the truth, say she had a date, or come up with a different lie.

"I didn't have a date. I was bringing them back to my friend, Firefly, you know, the florist, since they were from a new supplier and she wanted to check for quality." Lie, it was from the same usual supplier and had been extras from a wedding. "I forgot to bring them back, but they'll probably want to do a few experiments on them anyway, so it's fine."

Sadie blinked at her, an impassive poker face put on. "Fine. I'm not sure if I believe you, but it's your business. Just don't do anything dangerous… though I'm not really sure how flowers could be dangerous. Maybe you could fasten them into an arrow, like in that one Norse myth." Oh, Alexa had an opening.

"Could you tell me that one again? I can't fully remember it…"

Sadie leapt up and grabbed a rolling whiteboard from the other room. "Okay, so listen." She began drawing a few images on the board. They'd probably be up a bit late, but tomorrow they were planning to take a day off anyway, so it wasn't too bad.

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#hero x villain #heroes and villians #hero x villain community #flustered villain #flustered hero #snippets #Alexandria #Lukas #the sidekick club #tw breaking and entering #snippet

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zaritarazi · 1 year

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now i gotta ask. how did dctv teth-adam and zari meet?

well. i acidentally plotted out what season 8 would've been, and the tragic thing is if i'd even posted this in january of this year we would've gotten a season 8 on tv. nevermind that the cw had negative dollars. phil ran out of material bc i got too horny for matthias and we all know it bc really who contributed more to the legends canon than me? no one. a lot of people would be scared to admit that. a lot of people would be scared. and i'll

so please read this knowing it would've been exactly how the show would've gone. phil is going to read this tonight and fucking sob in the shower for 6 hours about what could've been

we know the legends are going to time-jail. in my little universe, we get the scene where they do the going into the jail catwalk in their little jumpsuits- WHICH, by the WAY, are styled in ways that appropriately reflect everyone's personalities, because i know what i'm fucking about- and there's general chaos and probably a song over it and zari, who is the focus of the season alongside booster (they're foils baby), is somewhere towards the back of the group, like maybe astra and spooner are behind her, and she just sees this guy who's kind of pointedly ignoring them sort of all the way in the back of the crowd and she's like huh it's weird that i'm noticing him and it's also notable that he has some kind of like- she thinks it's a breathing device, like maybe he's from space or something, and later finds out it's a gag of some kind

and listen. it looks like a respirator mask without the parts you put the filters on bc this is legends, we went to the store and we got a 3m half face and we spray-painted it like dark green and it's attached with spirit gum, let's not get ahead of ourselves.

and just as she looks at This Guy he finally looks up at the legends, her specifically, and there's this moment of very bizarre eye contact where she kind of just stands and stares at him and he's staring at her and astra walks into her and is like what are you even looking- sees teth-adam in the crowd- do you have a radar for finding the worst guy in any room? is this your gift?

so for me 8a would be very much like when dutch, johnny, & d'av were in jail in killjoys, specifically the part where everyone seems able to just wander around and bother each other, why not it's not like this is a prison or anything (side note big part of this season is about how prisons need to be abolished <3) where zari has this fixation on this guy and he seems equally fixated on her and everyone else is like. hey. is this getting weird should we intervene?

i would also love to actually create zari and behrad conflict as they start to go in very separate directions because tala and shayan could make that shit hurt. haven't fully plotted this. more on that as i think it up

part a.2 is booster's plot, which i haven't figured out yet but will be sexy. it would probably build on him trying to find ted and/or bring him back to life, as was alluded to in the 1 dc's legends of tomorrow comic based on the TV show we will ever get, and i actually love the idea of zari and booster basically being an investigating team where they're both the charmer and neither one of them has any lock picking skills but they're literally like. they'd be perfect for each other if they didn't have fixations on other people at the moment. but there's chemistry.

the b plot is spooner basically becoming the most popular person in time jail and astra getting jealous and then they make up and it's gay you know this trope you've seen it that's what's happening they kiss emmy please

anyway the midseason finale, to me, would be zari finally getting this guys mask off at the same time that astra finally figures out who he is and is like well. shit fuck shit fuck i guess! and zari thinks he's going to kiss her and instead he cups her cheek and says that magic word and the two of them get struck by lightning <3 couple goals <3 <3 <3 and this would be how we give zari her comics powers without her totem. listen they've bent so much canon in the dctv universe let me have this. i deserve this

8b is about zari getting the "heroism" she wanted and weighing it against the cost of the strain it now has caused on her relationships with the legends, especially with behrad, who's like hey. we can share the totem again but this isn't you. zari needs a rebellious phase! behrad needs to call her to the mat! black adam needs to be like kind of unconditionally in love with zari but also she's not entirely sure he doesn't just love a different character she's putting on, like she's ditched the dragon girl for what she thought she wanted- but maybe what she really needs is balance? parallel this to finding out how booster ended up trapped by the time cops the first time, and how being a hero maybe cost him ted? and him reconciling what he'd have to give up to get ted back?

i'm literally a genius and i've read at least 2 books.

anyway this ends with zari realizing she wants to be captain of the waverider after behrad with his totem saves her even though she's all shazamed out, so while she doesn't give up her powers, she at least un-shazams herself for the time being with explicit confirmation, leigh bardugo, that she can re-shazam whenever she wants, and black adam agrees to support her but won't un-shazam and we can tell if this series were to continue (but it won't this is the series finale) they would have conflicts over this bc i know how to keep a relationship fucking interesting, phil,

my c plot is that gary is no longer an alien and he starts a jewish prison gang like the one in arrested development

#long post #lot headcanon #lot au #zari tarazi #listen i'd apologize but if you wanted a season 8 here it is! this is it! i'm the kingmaker!#this show owes me money and a producer credit i fucking swear #zari x teth adam #also some boostle in there for the connoisseur

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trashyandtiredsol · 6 months

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Vent shit from IRL things✨

Featuring Black Friday✨

So today's Black Friday right? Yea anyway-

So my around... An hour and a half or so ago, or probably earlier- idk :P

my mom brought up she and gram were gonna be going Black Friday shopping, at one of the Walmarts around somewhere where we live, a larger one, with better food prices.

So mom was talking to me about it, somewhere while we re heated some leftovers from thanksgiving yesterday and while we were both eating.

So she asked if I wanted to go- I asked where exactly we would be going, cuz I wanted to go to Kohl's for this specific jacket, which was probably one of the best jackets I had before- before it was stolen in gym class somewhere in the last quarter of freshman year frickin loved that jacket/sweater/hoodie/whatever:/

Anyway- so since she said they wouldn't go there, I said no, cuz I'd rather not deal with anything Black Friday, and I had literally ZERO reason to go. So mom texted gram that, since she'd be on her way over to pick my mom up very soon.

So that's that- then gram texts me why I didn't want to come, saying "please?" As well. So I said something along the lines of "I have no reason to come, plus I'm finishing dinner"

Then she texted back "Ugh Ok"

And- HUH? Why Ugh in there????? Did I do something wrong? So then I started just akakfjqjjsfjfi thinking why Ugh and so I just asked "why?"

Then she replied "would have been nice for the 3 of us to go together"

TO FUCKIN WALK AROUND IN MAYBE A CROWDED WALMART- WITH NO FUCKIN GOAL IN MIND ON WHAT THE FUCK TO BUY????????? THAT'S NOT MY IDEA OF NICE

Like idk- we might've would've gotten some sort of food afterwards, but I'd rather not since I had dinner, plus two slices of pie after they left, so no thank you

So then anyway I replied back with "it would just be shopping? For nothing specific really :P" then she said "ok" FUXIVDIQHEUFFIJAJSJAJAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Ajxjdkakd it's fine it's fine it's fine this'll be fine by the morning

And yeap!

Ajahjfokaigjgiirjshhagagsiggusg :/

#venting me

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a-libra-writes · 1 year

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hi! I hope this is okay to ask, if not that’s okay too^^

I’m a (fanfic) writer also! I love writing but I often struggle with coming up with ideas. I dont have a big following on tumblr (I dont publish my works here), which makes it difficult because I can’t really take reader requests.

I was wondering if you have any tips for coming up with writing topics when you’re stumped? Thank you, I really look up to your work.

Oh this is a fun message!! Ok sorry if i ramble, but i love talking about writing and craft! Im also gonna reblog a specific post of writing advice and encouragement that i adore.

I'd start with what's your favorite sort if fic to write - is it classic multi-chapter fics, oneshots, head canons? Which ones really stood out to you - what were their tropes, tags, the characters? Now, which of those you kind of liked, but something felt off? Was it the prompt, something in the plot, something in the characterization? And which ones peeved you so much you just had to click off - what about those annoyed you?

This will help you visualize what you look for in fanfic, and what sort of scenarios and characterization click with you. If you're writing a single character, that's much easier to work with than say, 10 (or 30~40 .... word to aspiring and new writing blogs ....... maybe give yourself a character limit orz........)

You'll find some characters come naturally to you, wether because they're your favorite or a character archtype you just "get". Some you'll love but still struggle with - I remember being so worried with writing Roose and Tywin from ASOIAF, because they're subtle and more complex. And honestly, I don't like my early work with them ... but I kept at it. You gotta keep at it. Now I'm pretty confident in writing them; it took a while to get there!

((Also I think all writers in general should consider what their strengths and flaws are - this can be hard to pin down objectively, especially after staring at your own work for hours! Think what your favorite parts of writing are. Which parts in your story are giving you that rush of excitement, and why? Which parts are you dreading to work on?))

I think some topics/scenes will jump at you and beg to be written, but it's annoying when you want to write your fav and you're drawing a blank. While requests can be great for this - I've gotten so many delightful ones - you also need to draw from your own creative well. So, how?

Reading other fic is a great inspiration. Don't be afraid to say someone directly inspired you - link to them and mention them! - and build off that. As I said earlier, what if you read a fic that had a great plot or scenario, buuuut you would've done something different? "What if" is a great starter. If you're writing reader insert stuff like this blog, draw from your own experiences in life. Or maybe there was something in the show/book/movie/etc that you really wanted to see, but it didn't happen. What if this character didn't die? What if this major event went differently? "What if" is the basis of all fanfic - besides smooching, that is.

(You can also take a prompt you read in one fandom fic and apply it to another! "Oh i love this reader insert story from Show A, how would my blorbos from Movie B respond in the same situation?")

And on that note, sometimes it's fun to write what personally comforts you and what's your personal fantasy. Requests revolving around family life and kids are easy because I love that shit, and it's something I'd think up on my own without prompting. Lists are great for this - what do you like to write best? What scenarios or characters are you curious about exploring? Brainstorm and make notes! Daydream! Discuss with other fandom friends! You don't have to sit down and chunk out a complete 2.5k+ word fic for every idea. Sometimes just the notes and brainstorming is enough, sometimes you'll wanna explore further.

I feel like most writers will understand that feeling when an idea just grabs them and they have to pursue it. Requests and suggestions are all well and good, but at the end of the day, write what grabs you. That's what you'll put your heart into and feel proud of. It may stay a 300 word drabble or sprawl into multiple chapters of madness, or fall somewhere in between - it's your fic!

#anons asking questions and me word vomitting #name a more iconic duo #libra says #not writing

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Sun, moon, and descendant for Qirri!

Astrology ask game ☄️

sun ⇢ name 5 things you like about yourself?

"Oh, um... huh. I never really put much thought into that?

Well... I'm smart, obviously. Not being facetious or anything, either- Zojja of all people was my first mentor, and I graduated top in my class. Would've graduated earlier if I hadn't had to take that year off.

...and then run away from home.

Anyway yeah there's that. Um... I'm very determined. I don't like taking no for an answer in most of my endeavors, so I endeavor to push ahead no matter the situation. I like my... hair? Thick curly hair runs in my family. Sure, it can be kind of hard to manage, but it's nice that a lot of my friends like to braid it.

Uh.

Oh! I have excellent judgment in the friends I've made. So far haven't made a bad decision there yet- even when everyone told me I did with the centaurs.

And! I like that I am the krewe chief of a really fantastic krewe. I never thought I'd be able to tolerate anyone enough to have a krewe of my own, but obviously I just needed to find the right people to let my genius - and theirs - shine."

moon ⇢ do you suppress your feelings?

"...maybe a little? It depends on what kind of feelings they are, I guess. I kind of do try to hide it when I'm really scared. Being scared and showing it's gotten me into trouble in the past, and I don't want to let my friends down like that.

But when I care about someone, I don't like not telling them. I just... you know. My health's not the best, and I don't want... something to happen and then them not know how I feel.

That's how everything panned out with Taimi. And probably would with Zanthe if he paid attention."

descendant ⇢ what kind of people do you usually attract?

"A mixed bag, really. Most asura tend to prefer to surround themselves with a like-minded crowd. Peers of their own intellectual caliber and all that. But I've got friends all across different races and intelligence levels.

But I personally find that this stagnates ideas. You need to hear people out from all sides, listen to what they have to say, and interpret that as well as you're able.

You'd be surprised what you can learn that way.

On the other hand, I also tend to attract people who either dad me or big sibling me. Just look at Gixx, Vezz, Garrus, Kasmeer, Logan, Rama, Yao... the list goes on and on. I'll let you sort out who big siblings me and who dads me."

#oc asks #qirri tinkerfirst

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itsgrimeytime · 10 months

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Magnolia in May (Part Seven) || Rick Grimes (TWD) x Greene!f!reader Regency AU

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6...

Taglist: @loliakeoghan23 @belaballs

AVAILABLE ON AO3

Inspiration (in honor of Speak Now Taylor's Version): Enchanted by Taylor Swift.

TWS: kinda anti-Lori, misunderstandings, a marriage of convenience, and mentions of loneliness.

[[A/N: girllllll, not another Magnolia in May chapter!!! Whoops. And actually tagging bestie @imaginemyfavoritefics properly this time, bc I did use the idea of Daryl as the courier. Unrelated but this gif of him clenching his jaw... girl. Thanks for reading !! ]]

You'd taken to writing letters -the gentle swish of your quill was calming the storm of your mind. Originally, you had garnered a sort of cold from the walk in the rain and had to heal -now, you'd stayed holed up of your own accord.

'Nonsense, darling,' Headmistress had said, fluffing up your pillows, '-you must heal from a broken heart like any other wound.'

It was fewer letters and more of a sort of journal -only for your eyes to see but sometimes addressed to someone other than yourself. It started simply with one occasionally to Maggie to make her smile, or Beth to tell her things you'd learned so she wouldn't have to, or to remind Father to eat a meal when he'd been so focused on a patient that he'd neglect himself. But then, Mr. Grimes started appearing at the header.

You couldn't remember the first time it had happened, days rather blurred after that day -especially since you were treated shortly after. And rest was all you'd really gotten then, it made the passage of time blurry.

But it became something you were rather dependent on.

'Mr. Grimes,' you wrote in the first of its kind, quill rather fluid at this stage.

'I met your wife, Lori. She's a wonderful woman, kind and perfectly poised. I would, in a different life, maybe be friends with her -seems the type to be good company. Was it always her?

You've got something special, a family with beautiful children. It's every man's dream, is it not? You were my dream. I find it a bit hard to believe she would leave that dream behind. For what is more powerful than one's love for their child? I suppose there were other circumstances that I shall never be aware of. I would've liked to have known why. I understand it's a rather personal thing, but I should be urged to hear something of the full story. I might deserve it.

But I suppose you deserve a full family more. Carl and Judith do. I wouldn't fit in. I would love the best for them, despite not having known Carl, he seems a bright boy. Deserves much of the best in life, I'd garner all children do.

I often wonder if I am to have children. I suppose I could ask you for advice one day, if so. But there's something in me that speaks differently. Like that path with you is gone. Maybe I should run off to the city and write away, become focused on my education. Pay for my father's living, and house my sister's 'til they're wed.

I don't think I could, with good conscience, leave Alexandria. I'm far too fond of the people the town, its where I grew up. And I suppose, to keep my father's clinic running under the family name I may marry. I'm not too sure that I'd marry for love, per say. Can you begin the fall in love more than once? Is it possible? And furthermore, although it is something I wish for, I'm not sure that I would like to bring children into a loveless marriage.

This is getting far too detailed of my own troubles, and for that I apologize.

I truly wish your family well. Even if there's no room for me.

Yours Sincerely,

Y/N Greene'

It was a positive experience, mostly. The smearing on that letter particularly wasn't of cathartic tears. Not quite a release of the emotions dying so tightly within your soul, it was rather grief. Loss of a life that you'd never have. Despite it being the one you desperately wanted.

You sighed, stashing away the paper with the other ones -the second desk drawer to the right, under the math textbook that had been gathering dust even before you were born.

Sure, it messed your hands, but you found it was a small price to be paid for secrecy.

"Y/N, dearest," your Headmistress hummed -voice pounding up the stairs, "-get dressed and meet me at the door in 10, will you?"

"Yes, Headmistress," you echoed, off to your feet and only touching up ever-so-slightly by the mirror. And in your rush, maybe you had forgotten to shut the drawer -you couldn't know now. It stayed open, and the telling corner of dustless papers under a dusty book was certainly one to ponder over.

At least for someone, it was.

You wouldn't know what had occurred until a few weeks later, as you sorted out your joint closet with Maggie. Gathering bows and ribbons, and straightening dresses, was a wonderful way to pass time -since your newest book was seeming to be tucked away in the carriage. You truly could not find it anywhere-

And then, there was a knock at the door.

Now, normally, this was of no notice -either for Maggie (who had gone on frequent outings with Mr. Rhee since the ball) or Father (ranging anywhere from an old friend to an urgent patient). But this was one to put a pause in your mind.

Maggie was, in fact, out -you remembered the shimmer of the carriage as it pulled away, and Father was rushed off for an emergency. And even further, Headmistress and Beth had gone out to a sort of gathering -some sort of tea party, you'd assumed. (They'd invited you, but you'd truly not wished to hear the gossip. Especially not now.)

You stilled, you were alone here then.

Well, you considered -making your way down the steps, -could be a sort of delivery. Ms. Elisa did frequently speak with friends out of town -often through letters. And Father always had an extra copy of cases delivered to his home -so he could think properly on an issue.

Satisfied with that, you approached the door with newfound confidence -fear that had stubbornly stuck there was unfounded. You twisted a bit of fabric in your dress, just to do something with your hands before swinging open the door.

And, it was a familiar face. Not one you had a name to, but one you knew -the courier.

"Ms. Greene," he spoke, his voice gruff and tired, much less peppy than you'd seen him before, "-I assume?"

"Yes," you answered cautiously, "-I'm the eldest Ms. Greene, why? If you're looking for Maggie-"

"No," he answered, simply, long hair moving with the motion of his head, "-Mr. Grimes requested this be given to you, the eldest."

"I can't acce-" you started but fell shut as a letter was extended to you -two letters. One a familiar sort of coffee-tinged brown -paper old and weary, you could hardly believe the quill hadn't punctured right through really. And the other, neatly folded, a pristine sort of ivory, and dark ink that somehow didn't seem to smudge at all. On the side that was exposed to you was written: Ms. Y/N Greene, in handwriting you recognized.

The one that had scribbled across the invitation so long ago-

"Who are you?" you questioned -eagerly bringing the letters close to your chest, "-And how did you get my letter? Have you been in my home-"

"Ms. Greene," he spoke -composed and calm, unmoved by your pressing questions, "-they were presented to me to mail weeks ago."

You froze, something heavy dropping in your stomach, "They? How... How many letters were you given to post?"

"A stack, no more than 10," he responded, "-the youngest Ms. Greene, opened the door for me once to deliver an invitation. The same one I 'ave been for weeks- It ain't relevant, really. She knew where I came from, and requested I bring 'em to Mr. Grimes immediately."

You paused, "An invitation?"

"More like a summonin'," he clarified, rather poised but still somewhat a bit casual, "-it's always the same request for you, the eldest, to attend to the Grimes estate."

"What?"

He paused, "It's supposed to be brought to ya, upon retrieval but... I'd guess it hasn't."

"You've-" you exhaled -a deep uncertain exhale, "-Just how long have you been delivering these?"

"Lost count."

"And-" you stuttered, a bit overwhelmed, "-and the letters, my letters they-"

"I put 'em in his hand, myself," he spoke -an ordered sort of discipline heavy in his tone with a dose of familiar twang.

"Right," you swallowed -pushing down the nerves biting up your throat at such rampant pace, he was never to see those, "-and who are you exactly?"

"Grimes estate courier," he grumbled out, a some of bitterness gathered there.

"No, no," you quirked a brow at him, "-your name? I figured as much otherwise."

He answered, rather improperly -as if he was trained in some ways and ignorant in others just slightly, "-Daryl Dixon."

"Mr. Dixon," you echoed, a sort of curiosity in your tone, "-you said he received the full stack, did he not?"

He merely nodded.

"Well, why do I only have one, then?"

The man pondered it for a second, loosely eyeing the way you held the letters like he knew what they contained (maybe he did), "I suppose he ain't done replyin' to the others."

The rest of the interaction was fairly polite, mere questions about his work -to which he complained quite vividly about the extent of it, but never shred a wrong light on Mr. Grimes. You'd gathered they were well-acquainted, even perhaps friends from youth, but you couldn't exactly pinpoint it. He didn't say anything directly, and was rather quiet around details. Well, details pertaining to Mr. Grimes, you supposed.

You'd initially wanted to search for the invitations he spoke of, but something bigger was biting you.

Your hands were quick to rush to the drawer, pulling it open -to suddenly believe it was not real. To prove that all of this was a farce, that the letters were still safely kept. But, when you opened it, you could tell.

Even still, you pushed forward holding up the book, peering underneath. It was empty, extraordinarily empty.

"No, no, no-" you urged, heart sinking to the bottom of your stomach -heavy, "-it can't be..."

Private pieces of you, of your sadness, your longing- Sent to the married man of the header.

And just back as you pushed back in your chair, the brush of tears only a breath away -your eyes caught on the letter.

It was not yours.

Yours sat just beside it, you recognized it to be the first one -all sort of crumpled and agonizingly smudged. All conflicted feelings and harsh realities buzzing under your skin. You'd written it partially under the delirium of your illness, so it was rather brash but you'd never thought you'd need to worry about it. The only thing different was how it was presented.

You remember hastily shoving it away, between book covers, under table legs, hidden in the dirt of the garden, as you tried to find a good place to stash them. You'd always been so quick to put them away, to get out the feelings and move on-

Looking at it now, though, the worn paper was smoothed out (to the best it could be) and perfectly folded. Each corner matched to another and creases were indented lightly so as to not damage the written word. It was treated as precious. Something... Something he'd rather cared for.

Something told you then to get rid of it, to throw it onto the fire when no one was looking, to stash it away, to never read it no matter the cost because you were doing the right thing and should not be swayed-

But another part of you was dreadfully curious. And dreadfully grieving the loss of a man who still lived.

It was your mail, a letter addressed to you. Wouldn't it be rather rude to not read it? If you hadn't wished the first one to be mailed, you retorted, then no.

And yet, you found yourself picking up the note with the gentlest of graces. Carefully unfolding the thick paper, slowly, timidly, like the words would jump off the page. Like they could hurt you.

You supposed they could.

Once fully opened, you didn't directly focus on the words -instead, detailing the printed bits around the top edges. It looked as though this was an official sort of paper -the same kind an invitation may be extended to. As well as a family seal printed into the bottom right corner, it seemed a little formal for the occasion but you found it didn't bother you. Not really.

Taking a deep breath, you blinked your eyes -wishing to calm your heart, even just for a moment, and started reading.

'Ms. Greene,' it started, letters crisply written in a thin but precise sort of writing. Your finger naturally went to trace over them, dotting the i's and swirling the g's.

'I must first say that it's to my understanding that these letters are rather personal to you. You weren't the one who intended to mail them, I've come to know. I know that this then, by proxy, is a large invasion of your privacy.

And I can only hope you forgive me for such a thing. Because this is my sort of last resort to reach you. I'm sure you're familiar with the invitations that have flooded your door, and although, I understand the no response for what you know, I've become quite desperate.

To be completely clear, I was nearly on my horse to your home the morning these letters arrived. To explain everything as you deserve it to be explained.

I instead am here, writing letters. I cannot tell if that's any sort of better than my original plan was but it is the decision I chose.

In terms of Lori, the situation is rather complicated. Surely, at the young age we married, she was the plan. I'd honestly not given thought to the fact that she'd ever come back. I knew her reasons, and I fully doubted I'd ever see her again. And out of respect for you, I wish for the full story to be in person.

Despite all that, I truly wished she would. I know I did. If not only to see our children, to grace me with some sort of company.

I lived a rather lonely life before you Ms. Greene. Which may seem a bit arbitrary coming from a man with a staff, but it doesn't make it any less the truth. When she left, it was quite the scandal. I never spoke a word on it, too devastated to even imagine what to say. It meant much more reclusion, even from friends I knew from youth. And then, as I'm sure you're familiar, I decided to move back to Alexandria. Atlanta only harbored negative things, and I wished for someplace more pleasant. And it was, but still despite it all, the loneliness persisted.

So this family, this full family, you speak of, it's not what Lori and I would be. It wasn't what we were when we were married. I love my children, beyond belief, but I was still lonely. And I can't imagine a full family has a lonely father.

Frankly, Ms. Greene, I was lonely until that day in the marketplace.

And on the off chance you don't understand what I mean, I ask, from the depths of my heart, don't leave Alexandria.

Yours,

Richard Grimes'

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hilarychuff · 2 years

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3) what order do you write in? front of book to back? chronological? favorite scenes first? something else?

4) favorite character you’ve written

5) character you were most surprised to end up writing

6) something you would go back and change in your writing that it’s too late/complicated to change now

7) when asked, are you embarrassed or enthusiastic to tell people that you write?

8) favorite genre to write

9) what, if anything, do you do for inspiration?

10) write in silence or with background noise? with people or alone

3) what order do you write in? front of book to back? chronological? favorite scenes first? something else?

hmmm i would say baaaasically chronological. but it also kind of depends on what i'm writing. when i'm just coming up with notes for something i'll hop around a lot jotting down sentences or ideas sometimes as i have them and i'll work out lil plot details here in the future and then circle back to lil plot details here in the present basically. but when it comes down to like my main document and sitting down specifically to write prose, chronological

4) favorite character you've written

hahahahahahahah i just feel obligated to mention that back in my harry potter role playing days i created an oc who was me with my exact real legal name so i feel like i should say she's my favorite

but also!! the way i interact with fandom is always by just like picking one fave. obvs in asoiaf it's sansa, and she's def the pov i've been most into recently

5) character you were most surprised to end up writing

jon i think!! not that i was surprised i would write his pov ever because obvs as a jonsa shipper he is a very important character but that i would write it as much as i do is very surprising to me!!! it's always interesting even to approach other aus/drabbles/ideas than just i carry it in mine and see which ones naturally feel best with a jon pov

6) something you would go back and change in your writing that it’s too late/complicated to change now

lots of people were upset that i kept the sansa/ramsay storyline in i carry it in mine, but i was really not prepared to take on the challenge of how to connect all the dots from the books to the end of the story without relying on the show canon as source material. i think if i had waited to try and come up with answers, i never would've gotten around to writing — but i've talked about one day going back and doing a no ramsay au (and then i can sort of use my own writing as source material) and maybe i'll still one day do that

7) when asked, are you embarrassed or enthusiastic to tell people that you write?

very much depends! i have like very little shame these days when it comes to fandom stuff but if anyone in real life was like "can i read your fanfic" that would be different. i have and do share with some real life friends!! but like i'd mention a lot more to casual acquaintances than i would be willing to actually share with them specifics

8) favorite genre to write

i find!!!!! that i write a lot of angsty stuff as it turns out. idk this isn't a genre but also i am really mainly interested in stories not so much for plot but for like emotional relationships between people and like big love, romantic or platonic, and how that informs people's actions. also!!! lots of yearning lmao

9) what, if anything, do you do for inspiration?

hmmmm i would say if it's self-generated inspiration it probably comes from like reviewing my own notes and ideas and just having fun thinking about them. if it's a new au idea, i'm probably watching something or saw a gifset. but also worth mentioning re: getting inspiration is when someone comments on a fic you haven't updated in a while, just because it gets the gears turning again

10) write in silence or with background noise? with people or alone

i haaaave done all of the above, but i think my brain generally works best in silence and alone when it comes to writing. graphics, though, i need to have something on the tv or i'll get bored and change tasks like if something is not on the silence is so loud!!!

#writing #ask games

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getmemymicroscope · 2 years

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If I remember correctly, we had to read David Copperfield back in like 9th grade or something. Whatever grade it was, it was some Dickens' novel. I remember not liking it very much at all. Though, actually, I don't remember having experienced any of these characters previously (though, admittedly, my memory about such stuff is crap, and it's been so long and there's been so many movies and books since then that it might've been wiped), so maybe it was some other Dickens' novel. Anyhow, I didn't like it.

But, with that said, I've wanted to watch this one for a while. I'd clearly not gotten around to it, before today, but it had been on my list. And, I mean, why not - it's got a splendid cast.

I mean, Dev Patel, obviously. And while I don't necessarily recognize everyone else, we do have two of Doctor Strange's colleagues (Benedict Wong, Tilda Swinton) and three 'doctors' of various types (Hugh Laurie, Peter Capaldi, Ben Whishaw). And they do help make the proceedings pretty fun, in their own ways - okay, well, maybe not Whishaw's character, so much, but the rest of them.

And, along with that, I just really enjoy the way the story is told from start to finish. The story itself is sorta depressing, in bits at least, and sad and full to the brim of not-great people, but the way this story is portrayed to us is pretty ingenious. And a lot of fun, even as you're told a story that is, all things told, probably not a whole bunch of fun.

David's journey from something to nothing to something to nothing to something is not an easy journey to make, and he definitely has his 'bad decision' moments, but it is good fun to see his interactions with various characters - many of whom don't really care for him or respect him, at least not initially, but all of whom help make his journey just that much more entertaining and memorable.

I particularly like both Laurie and Capaldi's characters quite a bit and really enjoyed any scene where they were present. Laurie's "Run! I'm a criminal!" line was brilliant, and half of Capaldi's scenes felt like they would've been right in line with some of the lighter moments he had as Doctor Who.

The journey we only see parts of, that of his friend that calls him Daisy, is pretty tragic. He clearly was not well - whether that was due to his mother or not remains unknown - and would've probably benefited from being able to escape it (which he did, ever so momentarily) and from having someone to open up to. But, on the deeper end, you also sorta get this idea that a lot of people in David's life are, while not entirely genuine and 'gentlemen,' are good of heart, even if they're actually not so good-of-heart/not going to change.

His relationship with Dora was very, very odd - clearly something based on 'love at first sight' sort of thing, because clearly they were never really compatible right from the start. Her realizing that, though, was a little bit sad - it took her forever to get it, even after his aunt tried to jam the point home with a metaphorical hammer, but you could tell she was a little bit stunned when it finally hit her. Poor Dora.

I don't think it's enough to make me want to go read the novel - again, previous bad experience with Dickens (though, with that said, my initial intro to Dickens was probably Wishbone's Oliver Twist, which I did enjoy). Just not sure I'd enjoy reading his stories, but I'm perfectly fine with some fun-based adaptations of them.

#movies #movieblr #gmmm does movies

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tartrazeen · 2 months

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Back on my Mystic Knights bullshit 🫠

You know how I'm always bemoaning how miserable it'd've been if Vincent Walsh actually left the show for season 2? I don't even know if that's true at this point - I think I read it on a fan site, and I've said it so often to overcompensate for how little I like that idea that it's gotten stuck in my brain 😭

And you know how apparently they would've also had another Mystic Knight somehow, based on the Battle Fury promo toys? One called Liam? Supposedly the Mystic Knight of storm, even though that steps on Ivar and Deirdre's elements?

Okay. So.

Logistically, what does the show lose if they lose Angus?

Comic relief

Slapstick comedy and pranks

Quick temper, quicker to forgive

Being clever and sneaky in a way that does not preclude being dumb at other times

Being a show-off but in like a humble, self-deprecating way (compared to Garrett's bragging)

Street smarts

Rohan's most central friendship and biggest hypeman

Cathbad's fondest torment

Some running directly into trouble out of his own vices lol

Unparalleled loyalty

Someone willing to do the dirty work

The team's second-in-command by the end of the show

That is a lot. It's kind of hilarious how much he was pushed to the front of the show, and how much the marketing kinda just glosses over him as "Rohan's friend." He is tanking the shit out of these plots. 👏🏽

Anyway!

Let's say Angus leaves. Me, making everything angsty, pictured a big fight between him and Rohan: they started talking about Rohan being a prince, then wondering if Rohan was the first-born or not, and then Angus started theorizing who came first, which spiralled into talking about what kind of people Rohan's dad and Lugad's dad had to be to want to be with Maeve.

And I'm gonna say Angus is in the wrong here, 'cause Rohan started the last big fight so it's Angus' turn. He's supposed to know how sensitive a topic 'family' is to Rohan, but he very wrongly assumes that he can keep making jokes about Maeve like they always have. But with Maeve being Rohan's mother, it's not funny anymore. Rohan snaps back. He goes low. He starts picking at the family that Angus never even talks about, saying that as bad as Maeve is, at least she did something with her life. What legacy did Angus inherit?

I'd love for that to spiral into Rohan saying Angus has nothing to show for all the shit he's talking about Rohan. Angus is a Mystic Knight - because of Rohan. Angus gets to walk through the castle - because of Rohan. Angus has a place to live - because of Rohan. Whether or not Angus brings up how Rohan's only lived long enough to "do" all those things "for" Angus because of Angus taking care of him as a kid doesn't matter. That was then, this is now, Angus has wasted his life looking after someone who doesn't need his protection anymore. Rohan's Draganta now, remember? And possibly heir to the Temran throne? What's Angus got?

I want Rohan lashing out in that way where he's physically unable to stop even when he's screaming in his head that he doesn't mean it. And for his part, Angus - after stomping off - does realize Rohan didn't mean it. But that doesn't mean those words weren't said, and after thinking about them, Angus decides... maybe it is time to move on. He's threatened to leave before but always stayed because... well, Rohan's his home. And Rohan needs him. But Rohan - some part of him at least - doesn't agree. So maybe it's time to take that for what it is, see this as some sort of... gift? Perhaps?

It's a bit of an OG Irish Goodbye. Angus maybe leaves a letter - "I'll come back someday. I promise. Love you." - but leaves. All the while, Rohan - who felt the rising dread of Angus being gone for too long after what was said - goes looking for him. Maybe he actually catches Angus, just walking along (maybe leaving Tir Na Nog after returning the mace to Fin Varra). They apologize, they laugh it off, they're gingerly friends again, and although Rohan's breathlessly relieved, the laughter keeps lasting a bit too long with too much silence in-between. And Angus seems to have so much pity in his eyes that he won't explain and Rohan won't acknowledge.

Angus tells Rohan to get something back at the hut. Rohan, refusing to question it, goes off. When he returns, Angus is already gone. Even when Rohan waits and waits. Even after Ivar finds him to bring him back. He only moves when Deirdre and Cathbad have convinced him that it'd be better to wait where it's warm (Rohan's waiting as hopefully as ever but his blood's been cold since Angus left his sight).

It takes days for it to sink in. It takes weeks for Rohan to admit it. Months go by, and Rohan almost purposely stops mentioning Angus altogether, and suddenly gets hostile whenever someone else brings him up. He changes, getting angrier and lost in himself, and decides to focus on playing the part of the legendary warrior instead.

A year goes by.

It's Rohan's birthday. Well - near-ish enough.

A messenger appears with a gift for Rohan, and a letter. From Angus. And it's written as if Angus was just casually telling him about an exciting adventure that morning: he's in another land right now, and there are no dragons there, so some friends tried to make what they thought Pyre must have looked like. The package is a sewn together... turtle-faced dog with bird wings. A toy. Lumpy. Nothing like Pyre at all.

No one really knows how to talk about it or Angus without setting Rohan off, and Rohan says nothing out loud about it. But for how close he keeps it at night, it stays wonderfully clean and cared for.

Enter. 👏🏽 Liam. 👏🏽

I do not like Liam. I do not know - nor care - what his character concept was going to be. Because he is Not Angus and therefore he is Sucks. And I'm gonna take that concept and stick it straight into Rohan's head.

With everything the show loses with Angus, what would they want to regain with a new character added to these other ones?

Can't be too braggy, because that's Garrett's thing

Can't be just 'another childhood friend', because where tf would he have been hiding

Can't be someone who's taken too seriously, because they need a comic relief character

Can't just be passing by; everyone has had a purpose for being here and being involved in this quest

So really, again, what do they lose when they lose Angus?

"🐶💕 i wuv u rohan, you're my best friend"

"🐶🌧️ o no i am in jail"

"🐶☀️ yes i love to help my friends, i am loyal"

Like, basic, basic, basic, basic things like that.

The only way to have someone attached at the hip to Rohan to the point of sharing a hut/life is if they grew up completely attached to each other in the first place (Angus), or they came in instantly starry-eyed over Rohan.

The only way to have someone constantly and humourously thrown in jail is if they knew the risk and went for it anyway (Angus), or they "🐶🌧️ o no" their way into there.

The only way to have someone stupidly and steadfastly self-sacrificing for their friends all the time is if they try to always undercut it with a joke (Angus), or openly treat it as the obvious thing to do.

🙂 Folks.

The Legendary Warrior Draganta is getting a squire.

Very much against Rohan's will.

I want Liam to be somebody who so desperately wants to squire for a knight. Maybe he has his own destiny that says he'll squire for the greatest knight to ever exist, so he's always looking for who that person might be. And then he hears about Draganta ending a two or three-decade long war after getting mystical weapons from the land of fairies, and goes, "🥹✨ It's hiiiiiim!"

Wherever he's from, he goes to Kells to find this warrior. And he meets Draganta - sees Rohan on the battlefield, cleaving through some monster that was summoned. And he's so overjoyed and delighted that he instantly trips over himself to pledge his allegiance. If only Rohan will have him, Liam will be absolutely devoted to Rohan's care.

Rohan: "😠 I don't need a squire."

Wrong. 👏🏽 Answer. 👏🏽

Liam sits outside of Rohan's hut all night ("🐶💕 i am waiting"). Makes breakfast. Sneaks in to clean. Tells him updates on what he's heard from the guards. Rohan ignores him, skips breakfast, messes things back up the way he had it, and goes to talk to the guards himself. Liam tries to tidy up Angus half of the hut - Wrong. 👏🏽 Decision. 👏🏽 So Liam never touches that side again ("🐶💕 obvi very special"). Repeat for weeks.

(we thought aideen was down bad 🙃)

The others can't understand why Rohan doesn't like him. It's not like Liam's some snot-nosed kid or anything. He's the same age as Rohan! Maybe older! And he's an expert with a shield and sword, even better with a shield and hammer. He's squired for dozens of knights that were almost enough to be the greatest ones to ever live - Liam knows how to fight, how to strategize, how to dodge, how to do everything and show the others a thing or two. In training, he knocks them down gently and quickly helps them up, showing them how to counter that move and endlessly complimenting their skills. There's not a cross or even neutral word to come out of him, and he's so delightful that the others are won over instantly.

They wonder if Rohan suspects Liam of being a traitor. Cathbad uses his second sight to check - but Liam is perfectly honest. And no, Rohan says that has nothing to do with it. He's had years of practice of knowing when someone's up to something, and Liam isn't anything like that.

He doesn't elaborate on what it could be. He doesn't elaborate on much these days.

Liam's fine with that - most of these knights are very focused and it seems like they're angry, but all that training and sword work has them burning all that off 🐶💕 Liam just has to prove himself, he tells the others. A warrior like Draganta won't just take the first person who comes along to squire for him.

One trope of these shows is having the "Takes Things Too Literally" character. I don't want that to be Liam exactly. He could be unfamiliar with Kells' culture, but I want his deal to be "Trusts Rohan Too Earnestly." Rohan, after all, is best friends with Angus. And it wasn't an 'opposites attract' sort of thing - they were both little shits; Angus was just a professional at it. 💖 So Liam getting thrown into jail over and over isn't a case of, "Oops, I misunderstood the rules!" It's Rohan actively telling Liam to go do something that sets Liam up to be hauled away.

On one hand, it's good to get some goddamn space from the guy.

On the other...

... Rohan's - just... constantly reliving what he thinks Angus must have felt. That fight they'd had, the one where Rohan went too far, where everything broke, where he thought he'd fixed it again, and where Angus told him to go do something and Rohan did and came back and Angus was gone...

It doesn't feel like Angus, when Rohan tries to subconsciously act it out. Rohan's doing it out of spite and anger. That wasn't what was in Angus' eyes. But that's as far as he'll let himself think about it before he's angry again and withdrawing.

I can imagine that at the mid-point of the season, Deirdre might ask Liam about this. She's worried he's being bullied, in a way. Liam agrees that he is - shockingly aware - and says a good squire carries all of his knight's burdens. That includes those of the spirit as well. Because he isn't stupid, and he knows Rohan is mourning someone. Out of respect, Liam's deliberately avoided asking or learning anything about it until Draganta (I have to assume he only ever calls Rohan 'Draganta') tells him what he's allowed to know. But he can't ignore the signs of it, the empty space, the way Rohan will start to turn and abruptly stop as if he's about to say something to someone he suddenly remembers isn't there. Liam knows. If this is what makes Rohan feel better, he's happy to be of service.

Deirdre: "🤨 That's... I mean - okay, I guess."

Anyway, Liam sticks around and Rohan's got no choice 'cause yadda-yadda vision yadda-yadda fairy yadda-yadda Mystic Knight of Storm. Enjoy the mystic shield. It's an umbrella.

There's eventually going to come a point where the second year passes, and Rohan gets another gift and letter. He disappears with it. He hadn't realized how badly he needed this until it happened. It's Angus casually chatting again, saying he's in a new land, and their dragons are very different from the ones in Ireland. The gift is a sewn... hairy snake. No wings. Big ears. A mane around its head, grander than any horse.

Rohan has never loved anything as much as this. Not since the first gift. He tries to bring it quietly home when - of fucking course - Liam catches up before he gets there (I have to assume that Liam's made a little bed for himself immediately outside of the hut 🫠 As in, Rohan almost has to step over him every morning or faceplant immediately after exiting the flap). And Liam spies the gift, going on about where that particular type of dragon is from and all the ways those dragons interact with the people in that land and... goddammit, Rohan wants to hear more. Much more. Anything about the place where Angus might still be.

So Rohan listens, and Liam is overjoyed at finally having an 'in'.

Liam thinks this means he can strike up another conversation about dragons in general later. Liam is wrong lmao

Another year. Rohan's stopped fighting it; Liam's here, and he might as well make himself useful. It's not friendship, really. It's just a begrudging tolerance and acceptance of an ally against Nemaine. All of her efforts have been to take over the land and have Lugad rule over it. Who's Lugad? Rohan's half-brother. They only learned the other existed recently, and it hasn't been easy having to fight family. Not for Rohan, anyway.

Liam's quiet. But he understands. He's put the pieces together. It must certainly be tough, he imagines. It'd be worth mourning that kind of loss. He never says this out loud, because he sees the others only ever talking about it in hushed, private whispers, like they're afraid to even reminisce about the happier times. As a squire, though, there's a duty to help carry these burdens.

WRONG. 👏🏽 FUCKING. 👏🏽 CHOICE. 👏🏽

Skip through this part: Liam goes to find Lugad, who's been isolated away from the others and possibly even back on his island. Liam successfully makes a friend. Liam more successfully brings Lugad to Kells. Liam even more successfully reunites Lugad with Rohan, who smiles for one of the first times Liam's ever seen.

Liam alludes to having helped Rohan with his great, unspoken loss.

It would not be an understatement to say that is the last time Liam sees Rohan smile. The utter rage Rohan rains down on him is more of a storm than he - the Mystic Knight of Storm - can weather, and Liam finally breaks. Not from what Rohan says, but from the failure of Liam's duty to him, forcing those words to come about at all. When Liam quietly bows his head and leaves Rohan to his thoughts, there's an unmistakable air of pity under it.

Rohan, the Mystic Knight of Fire, is colder than he's ever been.

There's an apology. From Rohan. It takes a day. It doesn't clear the air. Liam waits a few days more to ask what he's wanted to ask from the beginning: who's Angus?

Liam's not dumb. And it's not like the others only ever talked in whispers. And it's not like Aideen isn't chatterbox. Liam knows all about Angus by now, and how shattered Draganta is to have lost the closest person in his life. But he wants to know what Rohan will allow him to know.

The endless patience from Liam wins out, and the last of Rohan's stubborn silence crumbles away. By the time night falls, they've talked about Angus so much that it almost feels like he's there with them.

It's strange to Rohan. Angus doesn't know who Liam is. There's never been a person in Rohan's life that Angus didn't know about; now there is. But somewhere on the other side of the world, Angus had hundreds - thousands - of people in his life and Rohan was here, alone and quiet, lost and cold and empty.

I want to stretch it out. The war against Nemaine is finally won, and perhaps Ivar's chalice is retrieved. He must return to his home with it. He is forever in Rohan's debt, and forever a close friend of Kells.

Deirdre and Garrett have gotten closer, what with Rohan so caught up in himself. Nothing serious, but they are still technically betrothed, and Deirdre seems less and less repulsed by the idea of marriage.

Lugad is an excellent warrior. Liam trains with him constantly. Rohan is the better knight, Liam says, compared to Lugad's raw and unrestrained power, but Rohan knows Lugad is the truer force to be reckoned with. Maeve's slow escape and creep back into power stays off in the distance thanks to this force on their side.

So...

Rohan is alone again.

Another year. Another present.

Rohan doesn't open it.

He asks if Liam wants to sleep inside the hut. It's embarrassing having someone out front in the dirt when there's a perfectly usable bed at the ready. Liam declines the bed but is over the moon about getting to be an Indoor Squire 🐶💕 Rohan stops regretting the offer the minute he realizes Angus' bed will stay safe for a little longer.

He opens the present.

Angus found a massive dragon in this third land. There's a sewn version of it with a smaller version of Pyre to show how big it was.

Rohan puts all the gifts onto the other bed, since it might as well be useful.

(yes that means liam slept outside for like two years lmaooooooo 🐶🛖)

(anyway i'm super sleepy right now. gonna end this here, night-dream about it, and maybe come back with some more)

(i love how i finally have an idea for liam that doesn't make me hate him. istg i would've flipped my shit if season two started without angus. how dare they - he was the best damn part of the show 😡)

Btw, here's the link to the whole thread 🤗

Nope i lied lmao one more part:

#my stuff #good job tartra #mystic knights of tir na nog

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(Sorry for sending so many asks dhdjd)

While we dont know yet if they will be plot relevant, something tells me that either Leo or Kii are gonna be the "Akechi" of the game, since it seems to mirror a lot the original game

Leo, well, his costume and persona looks so much like a power ranger/super hero, just like Princekechi. Maybe instead of a detective he is more of an actor working in some fetherman-like show.

Kii, we dont know a lot about him, but from his nickname (im pretty sure it means gold) and from the sticker he is dressed like some rich boy i feel like he will be a pain in the ass. Plus his persona has a lot of tree immaginery going on, thing that is usually connected with viking myths.

Also if someone can correct me: from what i know in asia, expecially China, freckles are a symbol of bad luck

(No worries!! I love getting asks, it's fun to have other people to talk to about this game and get ideas going!)

I think I might've pointed out something similar about Leo's superhero vibe reminding me of Crow back when we first saw him? That was months ago, so I might never actually have gotten it into a post, haha. But I absolutely agree! One of his datamined voice lines from the first beta mentions it being like a tokusatsu drama, so that's absolutely the vibe he's trying to go for, too. Admittedly, I do think he's more likely another Phantom Idol than a story character- I think he would've gotten as much focus as Soy in the trailer and promo info released, otherwise- but I suppose there's still hope for at least another few hours, haha!

If he is a Phantom Idol, I suspect he's not intended to parallel a P5 character, but he may still end up having similarities even if he isn't. I kind of got the vibe (again, from the teeny handful of voice lines we got in the first beta's data) that he might be a bit more outwardly nerdy/excitable than Akechi? Maybe "earnest" is the word I'm looking for? I'd totally believe that out of the mask/the real Leo at least has dreams of being an actor or something along those lines, especially in that kind of production.

For Kii, I think you're thinking of 金 (kin) for gold? Which doesn't necessarily mean it couldn't be tied to that, but as I'm sorta suspecting he'll also be a Phantom Idol (just with a story counterpart, like Tomoko), I'm similarly suspecting his Merope-given codename'll just be a shortening of, or joke on, his real name, much like all the confirmed Phantom Idols have been.

(For the record, my Japanese dictionary returns the following definitions for Kii (different words based on different kanji that "kii" could be written with): "odd; strange; queer; peculiar", "displeasure; offense; offence; disliking", "your will; your wishes; your request", "position of aircraft", and "Kii (former province located in present-day Wakayama and southern Mie prefectures)".)

I had originally only really noticed the top of his Persona was kinda like fire (kind of like Yosuke's Takehaya Susano-o in P4), but looking at it again, you are so right about the tree imagery going on! Maybe you're right about the viking thing, too (admittedly I've never gone too deep into Norse mythology, haha).

From his glasses + expression in the sticker (and disappearance of glasses in his All Out Attack cut-in), and how he seems more serious/cold as a Phantom Thief, my take on him had sort of been, up to this point, that he'd be more of a nerd that's perhaps trying very hard as a Thief/trying to look cool/trying to be taken seriously, or something along that line, and his real-world counterpart is the Mishima parallel (going by a guess from there that maybe Kii's a Phantom Idol, so it's like Kotomo). But I do agree that what we can see of his sock and shoe in the image does sort of have a "rich kid" vibe to it, haha. It could just be related to whatever his thief theme is?

I did a really quick search about freckles in China, and while I'm not sure if they're bad luck (again, quick search, maybe I missed something/didn't go deep enough) it seems like they do tend to be considered unattractive/ugly, which I believe was also the case even here in the US in the past. But that's a good angle to come at this from- personally I think the freckles are cute, but the developers probably had a different intention...

#seriously thanks for sending in asks! it's more fun for me this way #tbh the only time I probably *wouldn't* want a billion asks is if I have a billion things I'm trying to post already hehe #theories #leon #key #hoshihime98

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