#sophie wrote a thing

[hcdragonwrites]

Cozy (a @jttw-monkeybusiness Drabble )

So I made another one- this one was inspired by this ask (I suck at Hyperlinks I’m so sorry)

It rolled a bit in my brain and kept begging to be fleshed out, so I decided to give it life ! Enjoy!

Snow

Snow fell in white flurries, chasing away the blossoms and birds that had been sitting in the trees just moments before. The storm was in a full frenzy now, peeling petals from overeager trees who had budded too soon, and throwing the birds from the sky. The wind whipped up the cold powder to spray back in the face of the pilgrims as they continued on their journey. They had left the warm subtropical forest only hours ago, where Sophie had rolled her sleeves up to relieve some of the excess heat. Now however, she was shivering.

None of the group, save for Wukong, was truly equipped for the snow and cold. Pigsys ears were turning purple from the temperature as he tried, and failed, to hide from the worst of it behind Sandy. Sandy silently continued on, carving a path for Sophie (who trailed farther behind) to walk through. The snow was already deep, coming to her knees as they continued to follow the tiny path up the mountain. Black rock jutted upward and outward like broken teeth into the white air. Horse and Monk both were struggling ahead, Yulongs sides shivering in the wet as the snow melted on his fur. Tripitaka called Wukong over, asking him to scout ahead to look for a place they could shelter for the duration of this storm. Sophie could see there heads bent together as Master and pupil discussed. Wukong, for once, didn’t reply with a snort or a quick jab at how Trip should be lucky for him to be his disciple. Instead he had somersaulted off, gone in a flash of fur and tiger stripes, into the air.

“Would be nice if I could just somersault out of here.” Sophie muttered.

A freak blizzard had not been on the list of things Sophie was ready for. She had faced shape-changing demons, women that turned to great tigers to devour Tripitaka, mountain gods throwing stones down into their path and the like. Sophie was prepared for any person or creature - or at least- expecting it. The weather however? She was severely underprepared for. She had the travel clothes she had bought with the coin purse she’d been given. They were meant for light rain and mild heat. Not for a snowstorm. Sophies hair was getting wet and the cold was starting to chill her ears from where it melted.

“It’s so cold…” she muttered. She kept following Sandys footpath, thankful for the giant of a river demon and his slow shuffling walk. If he was walking normally he would have left her far behind in the snow.

Her foot hit a rock and slipped, sending her flailing into a rapidly growing snowbank. “F-f-f-freezing! AH!” Snow had gone down her shirt, sending a chill up her spine. Faster than a wildcat she had hopped from the bank, shaking herself.

“Hate snow hate snow hate snow—“ she chanted her mantra as she slapped off the powder, trying to prevent it from melting and wetting her clothes. Wet clothes would only spell disaster. Sophie could recall all the cold born illnesses from one special National Geographic did on Everest and the extreme exposure the hikers faced there: pneumonia, Trench foot, frostbite, hypothermia, flu, Chilblains, bronchitis —

Her foot slipped again as her mind was listing all the things that could happen. Sophie would have been in the snowbank a second time except something caught her by the midriff and hauled her up.

“Stupid women stay on your feet!” Wukong snarled in her ear, setting her down. Sophie nodded, teeth chattering and nose turning red as the cold began to chap it. “Of all the people here I thought at least you had the common sense to be aware of ice!”

From up ahead came the faint cry and heavy fall as Pigsys fell face first in the snow. Sandy had to quickly turn to hid a chuckle as the drenched demon began wilding swinging his rake around in rage.

“S-s-sorry.” She mumbled, shoving her hands beneath her armpits. “Slipped.”

“What’s wrong with your speech? You sound like a squirrel.” Wukong cocked his head, an eyebrow raised. He rolled his eyes when Sophie didn’t banter back irritated she wasn’t snapping back at him. That agitation grew when he felt something like worry begin to itch his pelt. Of the pilgrims, the two mortals were in his charge of care and were the most delicate. While Wukong could fight off monsters and Demons and wicked minded mortals he could not fight a storm. Well- he could if he really wanted to find the celestial body responsible for its creation. But that would take time- and time was not on his side on this.

Tripitaka had put on a brave face when he had asked the Monkey King to find shelter. That didn’t mean Wukong had not noticed how his Masters hands had turned red at the growing cold, how his body shivered and his nose sniffed. Wukong would have teased, poked and prodded at his master- it was his nature to rile and cause mischief. But when he had seen the half awake expression on the mortal man’s face, Wukong had bit his tongue (with great effort) and had instead nodded.

Seeing Sophie in a similar state made the itch beneath his pelt grow worse as fire ants had begun to bite his skin.

“Damn it.” He cursed beneath his breath. He snatched her arm, avoiding her hand, and started dragging her behind him. “Come on just a bit farther you softie. I found a cave up ahead where we can get out of the worst of it. You mortals are ABSOLUTELY worthless when it comes to weather —“

Sophie was only half listening to Wukongs ranting. She allowed herself to be dragged up the mountain pass, trusting the Monkey King to find a better route than her own dimming senses. The cold was like a blanket she wanted to escape out of. Or escape into? She couldn’t remember clearly. If she closed her eyes… she was so tired. The snow looked inviting, comforting. Like the best downy comforter. Like the fluffiest pillow.

Maybe I just … need to lay … down in the comfort. Just close my eyes for a few minutes.

They had been walking for hours before the storm blew in. Her feet hurt, her hands shook and it was so cold. Cold. She just wanted to sleep.

“SOPHIE LOOK AT ME!” Wukong yanked her and she was rattled enough to open her eyes wider in surprise. Sun Wukong was right in her face, leaning so close she could see every line of his facial markings in detail. His breath came from between his teeth like some dragons as he glared.

“Ye-es?!”

“Stay awake- we're almost there. If you fall asleep while I’m dragging your ass up the mountain I will bite your pretty nose clean off!” The demonic monkey spat, then, half carried, half dragged Sophie the rest of the way. Leaning against his back Sophie sighed. Through the clothing she could feel it- like desert sand warmed by the sun. Delicious heat. Sophie - who wouldn’t in normal circumstances have cuddled so close- practically melted against the warmth. What else could she do? Wukong was dragging her up the mountain- practically carrying her. She could see the bend in the mountain pass- a steep cliff where the road cut itself around and hugged the mountain as a snake would do climbing along a vine. Almost there.

“How come you get to be so warm?” She grumbled, not realizing she had said it aloud. Wukong had heard however, and his face became a storm cloud as his heart took a shuddering beat.

“Maybe grow some fur or ask for the Buddha to make you some furry creature. Bet he would too.” Wukong grumbled back.

Stupid fucking women.

They reached the curve in the mountain where Pigsy and Sandy- mostly Sandy since the pig demon kept complaining about how cold his snout was- were setting up three tents. The tents were simple, the leather treated against wet weather and solid. All pigsy had to do was drive the stakes into the stone which, it seemed, he was failing at.

“It’s so damn cold!” Pigsy snorted angrily stamping his hands together, having missed the spike for the third time. “Blasted Heaven and whoever ordered a storm now of all times! Don’t they know who’s crossing these mountains?”

“Less talking more working.” Sandy angrily chided. He had finished setting up the second tent all on his own. When Pigsy went to open his mouth to make another comment and the usually peaceful Sandy shoved him across the shallow cave to the last tent and the one closest to the entrance.

As Wukong walked past, Pigsy lifted an eyebrow at the strange sight. The Monkey King could see the pig beginning to lift a lip in a smirk only to stop when he noticed Sophie’s shivering.

“What did you do?” Those were the last words Wukong expected to come out of his fellow brothers mouth.

“WHAT DID I DO?!” He bared his teeth, fangs on display. He didn’t have time for Pigsy or for his own feelings to confuse him. He knew Sophie was practically clinging to his back like the newborn monkeys did to their mothers back on Flower Fruit Mountain. He was very aware of it. The last thing he needed was for this thick pink idiot to start shit with him.

“I DIDNT DO SHIT YOU THICK HEADED BOAR.” He spat, continuing past. “THIS IDIOT STARTED FALLING ASLEEP IN THE FUCKING STORM. NOW SHUT UP AND GET THE OTHER TENT SET UP.”

Wukong left Pigsy behind, angrily chattering to himself and feeling embarrassed all the while. He couldn’t let that thick womanizing boar know any of Wukongs feelings. If he did, the damn brute would only press his nose to it and route deeper. The sooner he got Sophie off his back the better. Even though he didn’t entirely want that.

He reached the back corner of the cave, setting Sophie down. She huffed, letting go with some reluctance to his warm back. The Monkey King knelt, leaning in. Sophie’s shivering was less. Good.

“I’ll be back- I have to make sure the pink ham doesn’t fuck up the last tent. Once I’ve tended Yulong and seen to my masters comforts I’ll be back to check on you.”

Sophie pulled her knees to her chest. She was still so cold. She wanted nothing more then to curl up and sleep- to find something warm and hold onto it. She heard Wukong from far off - but she nodded.

“S-S-sure… just gonna fall .. asleep.”

“Don’t fall asleep you idiot.” He snapped.

“Why not?” Sophie groaned. She was tired

“Remember. You are in wet clothes. Wake up just to remember - Think. Use that reading brain of yours.” He flicked her between the eyes. That woke Sophie up enough as the pain cleared her head.

“Ow, what the hell Wukong?!” Sophie felt like she had come out of a daze. Her fingers started rubbing at the pain. It wasn’t terrible but … she felt like a child be scolded. Sophie glared up into the smug monkey face.

“Awake? Good. Now fucking listen before you nod off again.” Wukong smirked just a bit. The itching beneath his fur had eased just enough upon seeing her get mad. He spoke slowly, for her sake but also to press in how much he enjoyed giving her orders- and being right about them. “Your clothes are wet. You can’t sleep in them. Change to new ones. In fact, bundle up as much as you can. I’ll be back to check on you.”

Wukong stood up, then turned back around to flick her on the forehead again.

“Ow! I’m up, I'm up!” Sophie rubbed at the space between her brows.

“Did you hear what I said?”

“Yes yes …” she uncurled herself and stood as well, looking down at the Monkey King. “Get out of wet clothes and get new ones. Bundle up. That really hurt you know.”

“If you are still in wet fucking clothes, I’ll do a lot worse then just smack you between the eyes.” And then he was away, already cussing Pigsy out who had, somehow, managed to rip the tent.

It was a only about twenty minutes later but Sophie had managed not to fall asleep. She had gotten into the tent and had peeled the worst of the wet clothes off. Her poor shoes were the worst for wear- the socks and the soles were soaked. She would have to wear her spare shoes tomorrow and let these ones dry. Sophie had set the wet clothes to the farthest side of the tent. She was now dressed in a pair of gray sweats, a long sleeve and her hoodie of bright orange with clementines decorating the front. She felt much warmer and absolutely exhausted. Her fingers were red where the cold had gotten them, her lips felt chapped from the dry air, and her body just kept shivering.

Sophie had retreated almost completely into the hoodie- only her face was viewable.

The tent flap lifted and Wukong stepped in, a bowl of some sort of wild berries and cold rice in one hand. He took one look at her huddled there on her sleeping mat and snorted.

“You look like some orange orangutan.”

“Hahah very funny. See how you like the cold when you don’t have fur.” She shot back. Wukong offered the bowl to her and she took it, digging into it with gusto.

“How’s Trip?” She asked between bites.

“Alive.” Wukong leaned back, putting his arms beneath his head as he stared up at the tent ceiling. “You two would have frozen if not for me- you were both starting to look pinker than yangmei fruit.”

“Thank you.” Sophie said.

“Mm? What are you thankful for ?”

Oh he was gonna ask her for all of it then? Sophie looked at him. Wukong had propped himself up enough to stare at her, waiting.

“Thank you for the food.” She lifted the now empty bowl- she had been famished - to him. “Thank you for finding a spot to rest. And … thanks for dragging me out of the snow.”

“You almost died I hope you know that.” He smirked, laying back down, eyes closing. She followed suit, too tired to sit up anymore or even bicker back with him.

“Yeah I did …” Sophie yawned. Usually she wouldn’t admit so readily to Wukong just how certain situations had made her dependent upon him. He was always, in some way or other, saving the lot of them. When Tripitaka was snatched up by some Goblins belonging to some chieftain of a nearby mountain, when Pigsy had boasted that they didn’t need Wukong and then (almost immediately) failed to find food when Wukong was sent away. He had stopped the dragon horse from foundering and taken to the care of his hooves and coat many a time. The Monkey King had seen to restoring the missing supplies from Sophie pack when a group of mischievous raccoon spirits had taken it. Wukong had even replaced Sandy’s teakettle when it was smashed in battle (Sophie was pretty sure he had stolen it).

He may act aloof and pompous but deep down, this big old brute cared for them. Even Pigsy.

Sophie felt her eyes grow heavy as Wukong kept talking about how she had stumbled in the snow like some “dumb struck fawn” until he came to help her.

As she relaxed to the sound of his voice rumbling on and on, it almost felt … cozy. Yes Wukong may like to slide the occasional wriggly salamander into her water skin, he may thumb through her things like they were his, he may call her idiot, stupid women, and softie. But. There was no real malice behind his actions.

He was also kind of … warm. She scooted closer, half listening to the Monkey ramble on about the idiocy of mortals and the greatness of beings such as him. He was rambling on about his natural prowess over mortals and how he had mastered the arts of immortality and Tripitaka couldn’t even master warding off a cold. Sophie fell asleep before he could get to the part about her looking like a slack jawed idiot in the snow.

Wukong was only a quarter way through his regaling of the story of how he had saved everyone this day when he felt hands wrap around his chest.

His heart nearly flew into his throat as he stopped dead in his speech. His mouth was open, voice cut off halfway through his speech. Sophie curled into his side, face buried in the crook of his neck and so close to his ear he could feel her breathing against its shell.

Electricity shot threw him, fur standing on end as if he had been in a thunderstorm.

He was suddenly very aware of many things. Of Sophie’s hands that had escaped that ridiculous orange sweatshirt and were now burrowed into his fur. One arm was across his chest. The second one was now, somehow beneath his head and tugging on his shoulder. Sophie’s face rested on his arm and in the curve of his neck, her face rubbing back and forth like a cat. As if … she was enjoying the feel of it.

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

Sophie moved just a bit, mumbling in his ear and Wukong felt his tail lash like it had just been bit. She didn’t say anything coherent but — the proximity alone—

Fucking Hell and all its Judges.

Sophie was … cuddling him.

She was practically twined around him.

And she smelled fantastic. Her scent always changed- sometimes it held a hint of lemons and the sweetness of grass, other times it floated like rain clouds and smelled of stones. But all of it together had a larger perfume beneath it. It was just her. Yes there were moments when her scent changed just enough that he felt like he was adding new spices onto his favorite dish. The essence of it, however, was just Sophie.

And now that cloud was all around him, filling his nose.

He looked at her, turning his head just a fraction to see.

Big mistake.

She was asleep, passed out completely. She looked so … fragile asleep. The dark circles beneath her eyes spoke of how she hadn’t been sleeping well. Her nose was stupidly pink like a Red Pika in her pale face. The cold must have chapped it. His eyes darted to her lips …

Mistake number two.

Wukong looked away, feeling his face flame. Fuck. Shit. He was stuck in a predicament now. He hadn’t meant to chat away about himself for so long that Sophie would fall asleep. Wukong was at war with himself. On one hand, he needed to get out of here. To leave before Pigsy and the others found out- before Sophie found out.

He couldn’t let anyone be that close to him- couldn’t let anyone be as close as Sophie was right now. It was a liability to his pride, to his reputation—

To his heart. Because if she rejected him it would ruin the friendship they had. And the feeling he had building in his chest- he would crush it in his fist before he let it jeopardize that peace between them.

I have to leave —

Wukong tried to move-

Only to feel Sophie’s fingers tug in his fur and her sleepy voice grumble “m’no don’t go.”

Jade Emperor flay me and boil me alive again.

In all the hundreds of years of living, Wukong had only felt trapped like this but once before. The first time he had lost his wager to the Buddha, having been unable to somersault out of his hand. The second time? He was trapped because he allowed it. He was trapped in a way no one in Heaven could have predicted- or had thought to do. Wukong had been placed in vats to be boiled, had wormed and tricked his way out of every trap and net that had attempted to keep his mischief managed. It had taken Buddha and his wager to finally end Wukongs terrorization of Heaven.

Wukong couldn’t move now. He was tethered here by frail fingers and the steady beat of a mortal's heart.

He could hear her heartbeat, feel it against his side. It was steady, soft. Like the steady roar of Water-Curtain Cave. Like the wind through the trees of the orchards on his mountain.

She was mortal. One day that steady beat would stop as all mortal hearts did.

That set his tail to lashing just a bit.

Hasn't she been afraid of dying? Of growing old? He remembered hearing a conversation late at night- when Tripataka and Sophie had those rare mortal conversations where he was explicitly not allowed to sit in on. He hadn’t known why it was such a secret conversation. So of course, since it wasn’t an order, Wukong had pulled a hair from his tail and made a doppel and floated somewhere nearby but out of sight to eavesdrop. The Monk and Reader had been chatting about death, about Sophie’s future.

Well her fears were unfounded. Doesn’t she know I would take care of her? Sophie shifted a bit closer as a gust of wind slipped beneath the tent flat he had left unsecured. Damn it all. Wukong carefully, o so carefully, shifted himself. He slid his body so he was now lying on his side, setting Sophie’s head beneath his chin. It was all the invitation Sophie needed to cuddle closer and escape from the wind.

“You stupid women.” He angrily whispered into her hair. He wouldn’t let her die. He would just fix that. He would fix a lot of her problems. She just had to tell him. He was Sun Wukong, Great Sage Equal to Heaven. He knew of a hundred different ways to achieve immortality. He could fix them all. Like her problem right now of being cold.

He was too tense to relax fully- too aware- but he grew just a fraction larger. His size now dwarfed Sophie’s a good bit and gave her a bit more to tangle into. And she did. Sophie curled her knees up, shivering slowing. Wukong waited. Watching. When finally the shivering had ceased he allowed just a fraction of tension to slide off of him. This stupid softie is gonna make me soft. The thought didn’t bother him as much as it would have months ago.

Maybe he wouldn’t get much sleep tonight but…

He could make her life Hell in the morning. It was something that she owed him on. His face was screwed furiously into a scowl because all he wanted to do was enjoy this moment but if he did- if he really truly did- he didn’t know if he would be able to stop.

She was most assuredly going to be bombarded tomorrow with the most annoying and snappish teasing and toying a King of Monkeys and tricks could give.

Sophie woke with a start as something cold and wet slapped her in the face. She panicked as any person would.

“GaH! DEMON!” She cried, grabbing at her face and throwing it aside. It was a wet rag.

“Relax.” Wukongs voice laughed at her. “Unless cloth can become possessed and has gained a hunger for red nosed mortal flesh, you're fine.”

He was at the tent flap, grinning ear to ear in a grin that promised problems. Really so early in the morning and he already wants to play games ?

“You could have woken me up in a number of other ways- why did you pick that?” Sophie rubbed at her face, feeling … huh. She didn’t feel as sore as she usually felt. When Sophie woke up there was almost a constant crick of pain in her neck from whatever odd angle she had slept in on the ground.

Maybe I had been so tired my body just finally didn’t care.

He shrugged. “You stink. Next place we stop at you better demand a bath of some sort or other.”

“Thanks….” She grumbled, letting the sarcasm drip off her words. She took the cloth up, rubbing the sleep out of her face and the worst of the dirt off her face and arms. She would kill for a warm bath, one that would wake up her bones and chase the last of the cold from her body. Once clean, she checked her wet clothes, bundling them away in a separate part of her pack to avoid them dampening the rest of her stuff. Then she stepped out of the tent, smelling the fire and the promise of breakfast being made.

Only for her feet to slip right from beneath her as a monkey foot stuck out and caught her ankle.

“WUKONG!”

He laughed, face full of malicious mischief as Sophie gathered herself up to chase after the errant Monkey. To do what, she didn’t know. He was a mystical demonic creature born of stone and she just a mortal women. As the morning light cut into the cave and Tripitaka had to order his disciple to calm down after he once again tripped her and she almost went sprawling into rocks, the pilgrims ate breakfast. They broke down their tents. And they were once again on the road.

None were the wiser of Wukongs happier mood. He hid it beneath a storm of frowns and a game of teasing torture as he became partically insufferable to Sophie. The threat of the hoop tightening spell was the only true damper to his mood when Tripataka heard Sophie scream as snow was dropped down the back of her shirt.

As the sun rose higher and the word was cast in a frosty flash of refracted gold, Wukong made a decision. He would solve Sophie problem of growing old. It was easy. And if Buddha couldn’t send her back…

Well she was a great sport for pestering and heckling. The least he could do as a benevolent King is give the poor women a roof over her head.

Maybe a few dresses down the line...

Girls liked dresses right?

“Hey Reader!” He called.

“What?”

“Dresses or suits ? What did you wear in that fake time long after this one ? Or whatever fake dimension you fell out of. What did you prefer ?”

And thus began the long hour debate that somehow pulled every one of them: Pigsy, Sandy and Tripitaka, into what was a heated discussion on the best attire for the best occasions.

#hcwrites #writing stuff #I DID ANOTHER ONE #thank you little anon for mentioning a cold snuggle scenario #I love when there’s cuddles even if one party doesn’t know or remember and the other is both ecstatic and pissed the fuck off about it #I Hope i wrote them well #the formatting took me longer then I thought #for jttw monkeybuisness #Sophie #Sophie and Wukong #sun wukong x reader #jttw sun wukong #jttw reader #jttw fanfic #I gave Sophie an orange hoodie because she already has a ‘magical’ peach kawaii cup. #make all her things fruit related #just writing the scene where Wukong walks back into the tent and has to pause because Sophie had turned into an orange made me laugh #I Hope i got your boy down Kiri! #thank you again for letting me write for you #this was a welcome break from my 30 page spree #I listened to two songs - the first part was #with Tourner Dans Le Vide #the second part where they are in the tent was with Of Monsters and Men ‘Love’ #it helps to have a song hook you into writing because then you can follow the feeling of it and stay focused #I mean- songs are like a tempo to keep pace with. #sun wukong #jttw au #I did look up all the snow born illnesses to be a bit accurate. #also that falling asleep bit in the snow ? yeah that almost happened to me as a kid. it only took ten minutes - be wary of snow and cold #hcfanfics

[sophiethewitch1]

www!reader WILL call batman a pussy for not killing on her private twitter. she does it like every other day. its cathartic

#sophie speaks #series:www #all of the batfam: i have a very complicated relationship with the idea of killing as i follow a code that i know has caused thousands of- #lost lives and hurt people. but i still follow it because i know its the right thing to do #reader and jason: what like a baby??? #i actually wrote www!reader to reflect all of the guys like... worst traits #shes obsessive like tim ignores her problems like dick is completely consumed by vengeance like jason and just generally petty like damian #hand in unlovable hand #and you havent seen readers more petty side yet but believe me you WILL #her and damians interactions always crack me up because they're just so. #genuinely miserable around each other but both too stubborn to concede any ground #damian: i think ur here to cause trouble and steal things #reader: i am literally working at a soup kitchen. ur only allowed to bitch if u help #which of course he does hes a good boy but the soup kitchen definitely has a weird vibe when the two of them are around #u dont have to worry about ur own problems look at these two obviously emotionally incompetent people bickering with eachother #anyways what was i saying

[innytoes]

Leverage + JATP crossover AU?? Like. Imagine Eliot and Sophie specifically having to deal with Caleb Covington

-I am so tickled by this idea. Like, they didn't even die, they're still alive. Like, you know that if ghosts were real, at least Sophie and Eliot would know. Parker too, but she's just like: um what's the big deal? They're just people who died. They're still awkward to talk to. (She is pissed about the whole, they can walk through walls and don't set off alarms thing, but then she realises they can't actually steal stuff so it's fine.)

-Parker has 100% heard someone skateboarding through an empty museum while she was stealing a painting, and just been like: that's none of my business.

-Nate never knew about the ghosts because everyone who did agreed it would send him off the deep end trying to get his son back.

-Somehow, Sophie got into the club (as a guest while grifting) and somehow managed to avoid the whole 'Caleb steals your soul' thing and he's still mad about it.

-You know she 100% enjoyed the show, though. She was sad she had to slip out to finish her whole grift before midnight.

-Eliot knows about Area 51/52, he knows about the Ghosts, okay. Moreau 100% had dealings with Caleb. Eliot totally had a stare off with Caleb's Chair Twink. No he will not have anything to drink, he's bodyguarding and also his Granny taught him better than to accept food or drink from what may or may not be one of the Fair Folk.

-Hardison is NOT OKAY when he learns about the ghosts. He is even less okay when he realises the others all KNEW.

-Breanna is just super stoked that the Phantoms in Julie and the Phantoms are real ghosts.

-Things hit the fan when they realise Caleb Covington owns the soul of Willie. Either Sophie or Eliot recognises him in an old photo album Nana was showing the team (much to Hardison's embarrassment because she was showing them his old tween pictures).

-Because Willie was one of Nana's foster kids. He was only with her for a few months before he got hit by that car, but he was One of Theirs and the fact that his soul is trapped is Not Okay.

-Let's go steal back a Willie.

#julie and the phantoms #leverage #terrible crossovers are my brand #I wrote a thing #AUs are awesome #they use Sophie as bait #Harry meanwhile is 1000% there as Sophie's evil lawyer trying to get her 'the best deal' in selling her soul #Caleb is impressed and kind of wants his soul too #halfway through Alex and the band crash their plan and then they realise that the Magic Hug thing works and they switch things up #Breanna is super stoked to get to meet Julie and has to be told to FOCUS #listen there's not much hacking for her to do Caleb is oldschool he is literally 1920s pre computer Old #they all live/not live happily ever after #willie as nana's foster kid is something that can be SO PERSONAL

[camelspit]

@arson-anarchy-death I have not been able to get the idea of a hekster princess charm school au out of my mind. you have ruined me. >:(

@callas-pancake-tree @neverseen-nevermore @completekeefitztrash @steal-nightmares-leave-dreams @abubble125 @purplesoup-lad-le @gay-otlc @thefoxysnake @aroace-dadwinstan @ravs6709 @you-have-been-frizzled @stopstealingtomatoes @kamikothe1and0lny @presidentroarie @didyousayqueeritsunclear

#Genuinley head over heels for this au #Would die if someone actually wrote it #Hekster and barbie princess charm school #2 of my favorite things #Kotlc #Kotlc fanart #Hekster #Sophie foster #Stina heks

[rusted-phone-calls]

this is where determination led us?

Tw arguments and (accidental) suicide, accidental murder

Summary: Fighting, or rather, arguing leads to nothing.

some kudos and comments to encourage the struggling student with her exams?

The first fight that really mattered was over aer scars. It’s stupid, really. They don’t even matter anymore. 

“You don’t have to show them your scars if you don’t want to,” Sophie Elizabeth Foster said. They were lying on the perfect grass, under a perfect sky, in the shade of a perfect tree, in a broken world, with a broken person.

They’re not the one with scars across their back, their arms, their face. They’re not the one who had whispers haunting them for months. “I want to.”

“Biana. You flinch every time someone stares at you.”

“That doesn’t mean anything.”

“If you’re uncomfortable with-”

“Stop pretending to know me better than I do!” Biana sat up, stared them in the eyes. “I know what I want, and it’s not you trying to ‘fix’ me.” 

Ae doesn’t want to remember the rest of it, but they don’t talk the next week. The week after that, they’re back together, because it’s just perfect, the heroic moonlark and their beautiful but symbolically scarred partner. 

Maybe every problem stemmed from that, every argument and every word Biana would take back. Maybe it was poison in the roots, from the very beginning. Maybe it was that both of them were too stubborn, too headstrong and overconfident.

It doesn’t really matter why. It happened, the second, third, fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh fight and probably more, but Biana lost count. 

Sophie’s therapy session started lasting longer and longer, and Biana stayed away more, but they’re magnets attracted to each other, can’t resist the pull for long. 

Biana has no idea how they end up arguing on the rooftop. They had a truce. The rooftop was safe from their deteriorating world, from their fights and themselves. It’s so stupid. Everything that happened since the first fight was so stupid. 

It happened anyway, and they happened, and Biana honestly should’ve seen this coming. 

Biana doesn’t remember what they were fighting about. They were fighting, they were standing next to the edge, next to the twenty-metre fall. 

Sophie didn’t mean it. They were just so- angry, and everything was red, and-

Biana fell first. The last things ae saw: red of Sophie’s dress, then the blinding colour of her mind, the fading blue of the smoking sky, the grey of their world, then black. Then nothing. Then the void no-one knows. Then the black hole everyone knows. Then death. 

Sophie was next. Biana must’ve levitated, ae’s just coming back up. Five seconds, twelve, thirty, eighty, two minutes, nineteen-

“Biana?” Their voice sounded sore from screaming. They hadn’t screamed- had they? “Biana. Get back up here.” What was taking Biana so long? Why isn’t ae back here yet? “It’s not funny, Biana.” It’s not, but they laugh anyway. They’re not going to let some new tactic of Biana’s win. 

Minutes of silence go by, and Sophie wants to scream. Wants to cry. They don’t know why- they do know why. “I’m a murderer.” They say, laughing. “Mom, dad, I’m a murderer!”

They were so young. They were so young, and young people don’t think. Young people laugh too much and trip, following their lover. 

-

They end holding hands. 

‘Two seventeen year old girls plunged to their death from the Vacker residence,’ scrolls across the Lost Cities read. ‘Famous moonlark Sophie Elizabeth Foster-Ruewen, and daughter of Emissary Alden Vacker Biana Amberly Vacker were found dead in front of Everglen, where Biana Vacker resided. Investigators have yet to determine whether the two girls committed suicide. No suicide notes have been found so far.’

-

They were loved, and they loved because they were so stubborn. They lived, and died the same way. A tragedy of strong will, legends of the moonlark and the girl of the mirrored scars say. Fables spin their story into poetry, and make it stories not of youthful mistakes but of heroic deeds. 

The true story stays ever so foolish.

#logically i have studied most of the things and know them well. anxiety pls calm down #ANYWAY HAVE SOME NICE SOPHIANA #kotlc #sophie foster ruewen #sophie foster #biana vacker #beware! i only have very vague idea of what i wrote #(or: snow is tired and frustrated and only knows how to write in english and not her mother tongue) #immortalised snowflakes

[psychicbergara]

that ryan & shane edit was literally stuck at 900 notes an hour ago but now its at 1k wtf??? thank you guys SO MUCHHHHHH :')

#sophie speaks #i WILL start editing again i promise dlfkgjg #also thank u for the all the follows mwah <3 #one more thing i wrote in blog description that im rpf friendly so if thats not your cup of tea #feel free to unfollow no hurt feelings <3

[bookwyrminspiration]

Do you think Sophie's impulsive and/or reckless?

Oh definitely, that's like 90% of what she does in the series unless the situation specifically calls for otherwise, but she doesn't think of her actions as such. Or if she thinks she's impulsive/reckless, she justifies it to herself and sees it as a necessity and therefore a reasonable thing.

For example, remember how she literally went to the frontline of an unstoppable fire all by herself with a bird she'd never really handled before and went "I hope Gildie understands the instructions I gave her!" when she sent said bird into the flames. It all worked out for her and her injuries were taken care of, but oh my god was that a horrible no good very bad idea. Sophie sucessfully proved a point (that it was everblaze) though, which is what she uses to justify herself and dismiss the true depth of her recklessness.

How about that time she decided to try and read King Dimitar's mind, the ogre king's mind, in the middle of the funeral for a murdered councillor? So little thought went into that action. She saw an opportunity for potential gain and jumped for it, and it absolutely crashed down around her with many many consequences. Despite people trying to stop her (Fitz), she used that impulsive and reckless nature to cause a huge interspecial incident! And while she acknowledged it was a stupid thing to do, when doing it she tried to neutralize her actions by saying it was necessary, that he knew something, it would be worth it, etc.

There's also the time when she decided she and her friends would go to Exillium to follow a potential lead on this one mystery person after she'd already skewed the situation in her favor and had her way. That's a big thing! She exiled herself and her friends from elven society on practically a whim! But it's yet another situation where it ended up having benefits; they met Tam and Linh, kinda fixed Exillium, and learned a bit about Ruy. Just because there were benefits doesn't mean it was a thoughtful decision!! She's so lucky she's the main character and her impulsivity brings positive things because she'd be so screwed otherwise.

Or that time she decided she and her friends should stand on a bridge as Linh send a flood crashing into it and they would then ride the broken bridge and the pieces would crash open a grate that was blocking their way.

Or when she ran back into a collapsing building not once, but twice after having gotten out the first few times.

Or when she ran off with Fitz and Keefe in the middle of the night to go to London to see if it would trigger any memories for him.

Or when she burned down the Neverseen's storehouse and the archetype because Glimmer was insulting their organization's inaction and proclivity towards failure.

Does that mean she's incapable of rational and reasonable thoughts and actions? Nope! Keefe calls her the voice of reason, and he's not making that up out of nowhere. She's smart, and perceptive, and tries to make good choices. She can plan and coordinate when she tries, but is she always trying?

There's a lot she does that's impulsive and reckless and very very dangerous, and she incredibly lucky to have survived all her choices so far. Hopefully she continues to survive

#kotlc #keeper of the lost cities #quil's queries #sophie foster #kotlc character analysis #when I first read this ask I was like yeah sometimes she's reckless I guess. but not all the time #and then I thought about it for five seconds and went wait she's like one of the most impulsive people ever to exist #at least I think she is #also do you ever get that thing where you're just talking and you suddenly use a word except you didn't know you knew the word #and you have to look it up and it turns out you used the word correctly without being consciously aware of what it means? #because I said proclivity and then went wtf does proclivity mean. and then looked it up and apparently my subconscious knows #the word proclivity. which is a synonym for inclination #anyway that's a very unrelated thing but it happens a lot and it's so strange but also fascinating #long post #accidentally wrote long pot whoops

[pissboycharles]

💌

sophie my wee darling, u associate you with being an impatient bitch, xnda, the phoenix by fob and africa by toto, "technology? get rid of it", popcorn, being funny on accident, parking like a maniac, paper straws and champagne, the c word iykyk, mcdonalds trips, taking the absolute piss when we should be doing work, jojo siwa, subway sandwiches, recreating iconic vines, and teen wolf <333

send me a 💌 and i'll tell you something i associate with you

#i could have wrote 100 things tbh #love u sweet girl xx #ask games #sophie

[gay-otlc]

I have thoughts about kotlc also I know what happens in lodestar

You know what happens in Lodestar? Can't relate

#i remember the keefe trauma thing izzy wrote a fic about #and tiergan holding hands with prentice while sophie goes 'wow such good bros' in the background #and fintan telling a murder joke #yeah that's about it

[hcdragonwrites]

HAVE A WIP

I have been writing this week. Its just been charting chapters and getting a core theme of my book set in cement for NaNoWirMo. No writings for others this week but have a wip of my own JTTW spin! Reluctant Pilgrim is posted on my Ao3 (since its just my own personal fic i decided to just post it there) and its my take on “what if the pilgrims had a women travel with them?”.

Probably start writing for fanfics other then my own next week or the following. I have a secret stash on a side blog that i throw all the things that spark my brain- and i have to flip through them to see what i want to do next.

Theres protective Wukong over pregnant Willow from Journey to the Au that i want to write. Then theres Semis Lion Den Au and THAT has been itching my brain.

Also I promised Sophie i would write something happy for her after the HELL i put her through with Macaque (bad man stinky man). I just have to pick which one to work on first.

#hcwrites #writing stuff #personal things #writing wip #jttw au #my own fanfic work! #jttw tag #jttw fanfic #thinking about what fanfic i want to do next is hard #im very tempted to do lion den au #but also theres the very overprotective Wukong eith pregnant willow i wanna touch on #then i do owe Sophie from JTTW Monkeybuisness a happy story aftet the hell i wrote her in #🤔 gotta think on this one man #TUMBLR ATE WHAT I HAD WRITTEN BEFORE HOW DARE #I EAT TUMBLR FOR EATING MY TEXTS

[sophiethewitch1]

the thing about writing the batboys in love w one reader is just that they're always 100% ready to square down. even dicks putting up his fists its just a full on brawl everyday of the week

#sophie speaks #you know those clouds in cartoons when a fight happens #thats them #i think i wrote a scene where jay and dames deck it out and tims just like 'this is how we communicate' which like. lol #theyre such beloved problems #my favourite thing to write is a bunch of people who hate and love each other who despite desperately wanting to escape each other #can not. #enemies to lovers where you dont know whether you're enemies or lovers but you definitely just punched him and now he's kissing you and- #its my beloved historical romances rubbing off on me #the thin line between love and hate and we're tap dancing over it <3 <3 <3

[baeshijima]

did i just speedrun a whole biology written investigation with the title, variables, equipment, methodology, negative control and hypothesis in the past hour? yes.

#sophie's idle chatter #once again. do NOT procrastinate #i had a whole week to do this and i decide to write the whole thing up literally two hours before my lesson 😭 #i think we are doing a different practical tho (chromatography = pretty colours) and the one i just wrote up is being done next week??? #maybe????? #idk but i need to leave in 10 minutes to catch my train to go back to college for bio ;w;;; #a 15:00-16:30 lesson.... hating life rn why would they put bio as the last lesson <//3

[innytoes]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Julie and The Phantoms (TV 2020) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: previous Willie/OC, Caleb Covington & Willie Characters: Caleb Covington, Willie (Julie and The Phantoms) Additional Tags: Good Parent Caleb Covington, Break Up, Post-Break Up, Teen Angst Series: Part 7 of The Care and Feeding of Dragons Summary:

His first instinct, when he heard Willie crying in his room, great big heaving sobs, was murder. He wasn’t sure who or what had made him cry like that, but whatever it was, he wanted to kill it.

Or: Willie experiences his first break-up, Caleb is a good dad who just wants a little violence, as a treat.

In which Caleb experiences the joys of parenting a teen, Willie’s seventh date ends in disaster, and Caleb just wants a little violence, as a treat.

#julie and the phantoms #I wrote a thing #caleb covington #willie throckmorton #fanfic #is it still kidfic when the kid is a teenager now #yes when Caleb talks about Sophie's less than savoury connections I mean Eliot Spencer #little dragon willie

[tvxcue]

also will is very much character who (metaphorically) digs himself out of his own grave, who dies in some way and makes a life for himself as a ghost only to realize he's still alive. even though he invested a lot in the whole ghost thing.

#god 'i am catastrophically in love with you'.......................... #speaking #tid #like i genuinely don't get how cc wrote tid and then expected me to care abt the tmi ppl again. like be serious. #i am thinking abt JEM. i am thinking abt TESSA. i am thinking abt WILL. i am even thinking abt JESSAMINE and CHARLOTTE and SOPHIE. #and like the thing is that i never read any of her other series bc they were not jem or tessa or will. they weren't even alec or magnus. #if she ever brings will back to life no matter how contrived it is tho let me know. i was an early herongraystairs supporter. i deserve it.

[peaceliliesandtea]

trying to get ahead of myself here by planning out the week. it should come as no surprise to anyone that i don't think i achieved a single thing that i set out on my blog throughout october. however, it's all change because i start my new job later this month! the days of absent routine will be long gone and a new schedule ushered in.

weekly goals (6/11 - 12/11)

read volume 1 of frances partridge's diaries (a pacifist's war)

do one adobe tutorial per day (need to remind myself)

go to the cinema and watch killers of the flower moon

read the dictionary of lost words by pip williams. not sure if i'll like this but reserving judgement pre-reading of course - i tend to struggle w/ a lot of popular fiction these days)

#sophie’s diary #i'm not going to over do it and write loads of things #bc tbh it's more likely that i'll forget i wrote this post #sophie's to do

[shebsart]

Im sick with flu so naturally I picked up my newly bought copy of Howl's Moving Castle which includes DWJ interviews in the back.

And im in love with the way she tells these stories feels like a part of her books.

And my favorite:

The magic in the mundane :)

edit: I'm copying the ID by @princess-of-purple-prose below, thank you!

[ID: Excerpts of printed text which read:

I suppose there's also a biographical element in that Sophie is the eldest of three sisters, and so am I. The idea for Sophie grew out of the time I discovered I had a very severe milk allergy. I almost lost the use of my legs and had to walk with the aid of a stick. I was moderately young, but because of this I suddenly became old.

I had to wait until I knew what Wizard Howl was like. I began to discover Howl about the time when one of my sons took to spending several hours in the bathroom every morning and I got really, really, really annoyed with him.

Where were you when you wrote it? I wrote the book the way I write everything, stretched out on the big sofa in my sitting room, in everyone's way. This often annoys my husband rather a lot.

which made me burst out laughing. I laughed and laughed at the seven league boot, and when I came to the bit where Sophie accidentally makes Howl's suit twenty times too big for him, I laughed so much that I fell off the sofa. My husband was really irritated by this time. He snapped, "You can't be making yourself laugh!" And I gasped, "But I am, I am!" and rolled about on the floor.

Are any of your relatives or friends included in the book? Yes, well the thing that started me off writing the book was a friend of mine who never does her laundry. She has it around the place in huge bags for often as much as a year. When she does tip it all out and try to wash it, she discovers all sorts of clothes that she has forgotten she had.

Which is your favourite part of the book and why? I like the book all over, but I suppose if I had to choose a bit, I'd choose the place where Howl gets a cold. It so happened that when I was writing this bit, my husband caught a bad cold. He is the world's most histrionic cold catcher. He moans, he coughs, he piles on the pathos, he makes strange noises, he blows his nose exactly like a bassoon in a tunnel, he demands bacon sandwiches at all hours, and he is liable to appear (usually wrapped in someone else's dressing gown) at any time, announcing that he is dying of neglect and boredom. So all I had to do was write it down. End ID]

#howl's moving castle #hmc #hmc book #diana wynne jones #i havent seen some of these before and its a delight #not art #wow i didnt expect this to get so many notes lol #all the people in the tags who decided to read the book because of this post <3<3<3