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malina-33 · 10 months

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Femme like you - Chapter 1

Summary: You are the new tour manager for Arctic Monkeys during The Car era. You are practically the only girl in the team, also younger than the rest (27), so your skills are immediately called into question. In particular, by the frontman who is not used to being led by a woman.

Word count: 3,1k

Warning: age gap

A/N: Hi, you all!!! I'm so thrilled and excited to do this kind of stuff, but it feels like I'm making my dream come true. This series won't be very long even though I have an eye-watering number of moments I want to release in this fic, but English isn't my first language and it's pretty tough to write in it (so if you find any mistakes don't be afraid to text me and correct). I spent a lot of time to write this small opening chapter, that’s why following parts won't appear regularly, but I promise to uptade them every 2-3 weeks! They will definitely be longer that the opener😉

I read a lot of works with Alex, 'cause my addiction doesn't seem to disappear, so this idea just popped in my head and I couldn't resist. Never thought that I would be an author, not a reader in Tumblr, but voila - here I am. I really expect you to love it❤️

And yes, I know that their current tour manager is Steven Champan, but for the story I changed it slightly, hope you won't mind :)

“James, seriously?” Alex looked away in bewilderment from the bottle of Hennessy to Ford.

“More than you can imagine” producer chuckled. “I will be with my family in Scotland, I haven’t seen them in a while, and she will replace me for the UK and European parts only, it’s about one and a half months”.

Turner looked him up and down with a displeased look, still sitting on the couch with a bottle in his hands “That’s ridiculous. She has never worked with us! She will break into all our well-established processes, not knowing the specifics of the work and will only interfere. We'll make it on our own, not the first time, man, huh?” Alex decided to soften his tone a little to appease his friend and cutely knitted his eyebrows.

“Al, you are being childish. C’mon, we have already agreed on everything, she is a good specialist, don't let yourself be deceived by her appearance” Ford threw a jacket over his shoulders, silently saying that the conversation is over.

“Just because she's your friend's daughter doesn't mean she's good!” The singer spat out the last argument hoping to reach out to the conscience of their producer.

“Give her a chance, you won't be disappointed” James said mysteriously, closing the door quietly behind him and leaving the disgruntled frontman alone with his obsessive thoughts.

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You sat in your car in the parking lot in front of the Domino Records headquarters, nervously clutching a Starbucks cup. There were still 20 minutes before the meeting, but you arrived early. All the documents had already been signed, the agreements had been discussed, but the most thrilling moment remained - the meeting with the group itself and the technical crew.

When James Ford, your father's old friend from university and at the same time music producer for Arctic Monkeys, called you several weeks ago with an unusual request, you simply didn't have a chance to refuse. You've been dreaming of working in this industry since 16, especially since you adored this group and were at their concerts six times. Being their manager for one part of the 7th album tour sounded like a fantasy, but here you are, sitting in front of their label building, where you have a meeting with the musicians. If you caught the lucky girl syndrome, then you definitely didn’t want to let it go. At least not now.

From the trance into which you plunged by shaking coffee in the cup, you were brought out by the deafening creak of tires on asphalt. You immediately snapped out and looked in the rearview mirror. An elegant Cadillac whistled and stopped 3 parking lots away from you just passing the dividing line.

You weren't stupid not to realize whose car it was. The passenger got out, slamming the door sharply. He was wearing a beige trousers and matching jacket with black vest underneath, translucent red aviators were on despite a cloudy day. Paying no attention to your car and not even bothering to close his, a man quickly walked inside the building.

You followed the door closed behind Alex Turner itself with a blank look, finished your coffee in one gulp and also got out of the car, taking your purse from the passenger seat. Having heard about his "punctuality", you assumed that everyone else had already arrived, so you walked to the building as well. "There's no point in delaying this moment, let's start early" you bravely told yourself.

The studio in southwest London wasn't as big as you expected it to be. The guard pointed you to room 14, saying that you were already awaited. Inside, the bright corridors were hung with rare photographs, including images of early Monkeys' concerts. You smiled slightly as you looked at the photos of four young people laughing with their hands in their pockets. "Nice time" you thought.

You didn't really understand why you were so inflamed. You are all adults, lads have been warned about the change in management in advance so it won’t be a surprise for them, what could be the problem? You had enough work experience to know what to do, you were excellently good-looking and successful, then why did your palms sweat? Immersed in your thoughts you didn’t notice that you had reached the end of the corridor and stopped at the half-open door, from behind which quiet voices could be heard.

“Oi, she better buy me a bottle of beer on the way, my head hurts after yesterday. Why did I come so early, gosh?”

“It's been 5 minutes since you've been here, and you've already blown my mind’’. Seemed that it was Matt.

"I prefer to come sober to meetings scheduled in advance, but for the future I will keep in mind to see you no earlier than Tuesday, Mr. Turner”. Maybe it wasn’t the best greeting phrase, but you just couldn't resist. When you entered the room with these words, 7 surprised pairs of eyes met your figure. Alex, Matt and Nick were sitting on a leather sofa in the center of the room, Jamie was pouring water into a glass at a side table, Steven was sitting in a chair talking to Ben, who was reclining on the arm of this chair, behind them was a man whose name you didn’t know.

"I'm sorry," you quickly became embarrassed, realizing how inappropriate those words sounded. Silence reigned in the room for a few seconds, but was quickly interrupted by the awkward coughing of that same unfamiliar man. "Um guys, this is your new tour manager for these two months, Y/N Y/S" He said softly enough, stepping out from behind the chair and holding out his hand for you. "I'm Marcus, James' assistant, the rest you should know".

"Yeah, right, he told me about you, I'm very glad to meet you," and carefully shifting your gaze to the others you added "everyone".

You stood in your knee-length leather boots, denim shorts and an oversized cream-colored jacket not knowing what to do with the burning eyes on your persona.

"Actually, I brought a homemade cider as an ice-breaker, it's in my trunk, so after the official part of the meeting we can try it. Not beer, but still tasty," you said with an apologetic smile, trying your last attempt to ease the conversation. The room froze in silence once again, and in this moment Matt laughed out loud, slapping his knee and throwing head back on the headboard. Jamie and Nick joined him, smiling broadly, while Ben, Steven, and Marcus chuckled hoarsely as they looked at each other. Only Alex remained frowning as he continued to scan your figure.

"I like her already! Great move, miss Y/S" Matt said, obviously being amazed.

You breathed a sigh of relief as you sat down in the chair Marcus offered you. He was noticeably younger than the others, near your age, which immediately made you sympathize with him.

"Well, when we finally got to know each other, let's get down to business. As you all know James is on an unscheduled vacation due to family circumstances. Hence we are going to work with Miss Y/S in UK and Europe festivals, while I will assist her. I know that Y/N discussed with James all the main points about dates, places and stuff, but now we have to delve into details of the organization process itself. Ben and I will explain the tech part and the lads will share their preferences" Steven began the discussion by leaning a little closer to the center of your improvised circle. He seemed to be a very wise and at the same time charismatic man. Attractive, but platonically.

“Sorry, may I interrupt before we start” It sounded more like a statement from Alex. “How old are you, once again?"

"I'm 27, Mr. Turner. And let's make it clear, since this still raises questions. Yes, I'm quite young relative to you and indeed a stranger to your team. But I've known James for a long time, as well as your work, whose main fan I have been since 18. I have been in show business for 7 years now and worked with Maneskin at the very beginning of their career. It’s not difficult for me to provide my CV if necessary, but I’m here because I sincerely want to help my father's friend and ensure that you have the most comfortable atmosphere during your stay in Europe. I have an idea what it's like to be on tour for a year, I understand how tired you are, and that you need conditions for rest and creation. So I'll let you do your job without the interference and you’ll give me freedom to do my work properly, I'm sure we both do it very well, especially since you are not the only one, Mr. Turner, who can make a show out of nothing”. At these words the drummer whistled, turning to the gloomy vocalist, but you continued “I’m really extremely happy to be a part of Arctic Monkeys team, for me this is a great opportunity to test myself and work with such big people like you. So I don't see any problems in our interaction, taking into account that I'm here temporarily.

You glanced at the men with a soft, but tenacious look, catching your breath “Didn't seem to miss anything at this point, deal?”

Steven was the first to answer, smiling paternally at you and accepting your little speech. You also noticed that Turner shook his head, but smirked to himself, which relaxed your muscles a bit. If you didn't get along from the first sentence, then at least you can establish a normal business relationship. You understood that the nature of a rock star is unpredictable, following the development of the group and the change in the image of the frontman for many years, but you couldn't imagine that he would talk so irritably to new people. Yes, he certainly behaved ugly, but you also started the dialogue with a caustic comment. Apparently, you deserve each other.

After the temperature in the room dropped and everyone took a more relaxed posture, you began to discuss current tasks. Your first gig will be in Bristol on May 29th, so you have two weeks to get ready. In fact, everything has already been done even before the start of the whole tour. Now your duty is only to coordinate the setlists with the guys for each performance, to make sure that all agreements with venues are fulfilled, the rider is completed, the equipment is working properly, the buses are ordered, the hotels have confirmed the reservation, and the whole team has arrived safe and sound. Okay, maybe it's not so little, but you're ready for any challenge. This is your passion after all.

You will ride in a separate minivan with the management team, and not with the guys, which in general wasn’t a big surprise for you, but in hotels you will be provided with a separate room, unlike the rest of the staff, who live in double suits. You didn't know what caused such generosity, but you were pleased anyway. You talked for about an hour, agreeing to meet again at the sound check in a week, and then only before leaving for Bristol. During this time you will have to study all the venues, call the transport company and confirm the details of the trips.

Your meeting ended on a positive note, the guys were asking you about your life, your education and hobbies, you said that you had been dancing professionally for many years and even took up drumming at the university, to which Matt happily promised to give you lessons, triumphant that he finally met someone who doesn't play the guitar, but the drums.

“Be careful, Matthew, if it turns out that she is more talented than you, we’ll replace you without any hesitation. She looks better” Nick joked and immediately got the middle finger in response from the drummer. Even Alex genuinely smiled, looking back at the friend.

"Oh, don't worry, it's unlikely. But as for the cider I wasn't joking, at least I'm definitely good at that"

"Wait, did you make it yourself?" surprised Ben.

"Yes, I live in the suburbs of London and have my own small garden, I make cider for friends during the season"

"You know what, I'm already tired of this stuffy room, you say it's in your trunk?" Matt, confirming his status as the most talkative member of the group, stood up impatiently, stretching his stiff limbs.

"Yes, let's go and give it a try" you said, also getting up from your chair. “Who is with us?” you raised an eyebrow in question and the answer was six men who rose to their feet.

"Definitely need a smoke” murmured Alex in addition, patting his pockets for a pack of cigarettes.

“Damn, where did James find her?” you heard Jamie's question addressed to Steven as you left the room with Matt and couldn’t hold back a short, but self-satisfied smirk. "That's not the last ace in the hole, Jamie" flashed through your head.

"I'm asking the same question" but instead of Champan, the voice was given by Alex.

"Al, will you calm down today or not? Did yesterday's booze give you such a headache?" Cook hissed almost angrily.

But you didn’t hear the answer, moving away along the corridor to the exit.

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When all the lads came out from the studio, you and Matt had already taken a wooden case with 12 bottles of cider out of the trunk of your white Range Rover and put it on the hood. Coming closer, Alex threw a jacket over his shoulders and took out cigarettes, offering you one.

"I don't smoke, thanks," you replied calmly. He arched an eyebrow in surprise and took a pipe of tobacco between his lips. “You better start, darling” He took a quick puff, blowing smoke in your face, and looked intently from under his eyelashes. Despite the sweet name, from his lips it sounded somehow humiliating. You didn't answer, turning around and taking one of the bottles, silently passing it to him. He thanked you, and you gave each man a bottle as well. "For the new leg of the tour! Cheers!" Steven exclaimed, raising the bottle in the air and you all clinked glasses together.

The eight of you stood in the parking lot next to your car. You and Marcus leaned on the hood, Chapman nestled next to your right, and the guys were in front of you. You stayed in pleasant silence, interrupted by the chirping of birds from a nearby square and breezes of the wind that swayed your styling. Satisfied sigh followed by Marcus and Jamie, which made you laugh cutely.

"Enjoy?" you asked playfully, taking a sip.

"Y/N, that's amazing! I’ve never thought our team would feel so acutely short of a personal alcohol supplier" Jamie savored the taste, taking small sips.

"It's only 6% alcohol, I brought this one on purpose, knowing that you will most likely be driving. But there is also 12% sort in my basement, so in case of anything, you know where to find me"

"Actually not, but for the sake of such a case, we will definitely get your address from James" Nick answered cheerfully.

You spent 20 more minutes talking about the process of making an apple brew and sharing your alcohol tastes. “What a topic to discuss” you hummed to yourself. Eventually you gave Ben, Marcus, Jamie, and Matt one more bottle, promising to bring more of 12% sort to the concert, and you were about to leave when suddenly your phone rang. A dark and mystical tune played from the back pocket of your shorts.

"Woah, that’s pretty old one" Alex said with unexpected liveliness.

"One of my favorites from yours" you replied quickly, pulling out the device. It was James. You decided to call him back when you would be alone, so you dropped the call, texting him that you would call back later.

"Hey Al, we haven't played it in a while. What do you think, mate?" Matt asked conspiratorially, giving him a little nudge on the shoulder.

"We’ll see, I think it's possible. NME will especially rejoice at this, still considering it insanely vulgar" the singer rolled his eyes, but couldn't help smiling.

"Isn't that right, Mr. Turner? Whose propeller is it then?" you grinned as you took an empty box and returned it to the trunk of the jeep.

"Miss Y/S, don't make me doubt your foresight as well" to your surprise, he came over to help you close the tailgate. You dusted your hands and shifted awkwardly from one foot to another, being locked between the car and the frontman. You could literally see wrinkles around his eyes and cider-wet lips that now were gently stirring.

"Who called?" the man asked more quietly than usual. "Uh, James, I think I should call him as soon as possible"

"Yeah, most likely" Turner reluctantly backed away from you, letting you through, and you walked to the driver's door.

"Well, guys, I was very glad to see you, I'm sure fruitful work awaits us!" you smiled reassuringly, swaying from heel to toe from jitters and excitement from upcoming events.

"See you in a bit, Miss Y/S, I will send you all our numbers and other necessary contacts tonight. Sleep enough these days, you will soon miss it" Steven winked and extended his hand to you for a handshake, so you answered him willingly.

“Goodbye, guys, see ya!” you only waved at other lads as you climbed onto the running board and sat inside the car. The Rover started with a pleasant growl, vibrating under your hands. You drove off, leaving the men in the parking lot, but noticing one fixed look of chocolate eyes in the rearview mirror. You attributed the recognition of the color of his eyes to a million views of concert photos on the Internet, but not to those few seconds near the trunk when you smelled his cigarette breath on your face.

That will be a roller-coaster indeed

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A/N: Please, let me know what do you think about this duo, what are you expecting from them, what do you want to read in the next chapter? Let's get to know each other better in comments - how long are you in fandom, what are your favorite type of fics and etc? Your feedback is my force to write, love you and stay tuned - a big adventure is going to happen 🤭❣️

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autevi · 5 months

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So I have a theory about Anastasia

* the oath line between Anastasia and Alecto should be mutual

For reference I’m rereading the series and am about a third of the way through NTN. There’s stuff from NTN that I’ve def forgotten since the last read, so I expect to revisit and update this theory once I finish NTN again. Also, I have to reread The Uninvited Guest bc there’s definitely relevant stuff there.

Anastasia, unlike the rest of Jod’s entourage, was actually close with Alecto. Anastasia was also supposedly the closest to figuring out perfect lyctorization and still managed to fail so catastrophically that Samael her cavalier died without her absorbing his soul, leaving her in such a sorry state that she begged jod to kill her and he would not. I believe that Anastasia didn’t accidentally fuck up lyctorization but was trying to accomplish something else instead, knowing that her fellows in Jod’s entourage wanted Alecto dead.

And it’s Anastasia who dedicated herself to building the tomb and the monument on Ninth for Alecto, supposedly to guard the corpse and the secret but again I believe she had another plan, because the Ninth House that was never supposed to be came about with a lineage of tomb keepers descended from Anastasia’s bloodline. (I vaguely remember there was some kind of baby nursery in Anastasia’s time that was referred to in NTN, so either her was pregnant when she failed at lyctorization or she became pregnant or made an externally gestated fetus afterwards.

so Harrow is carrying the bloodline of Anastasia and Gideon is carrying the bloodline of Jod. Gideon, Harrow, and Alecto have the ability to play musical chairs with their souls and bodies, and I think that is because Harrow has some connection to Alecto through her ancestry to Anastasia.

I also suspect that the oath Gideon the First made that jod “does not have the authority to contravene” as referred to in HTN might be either to Alecto or Anastasia.

#the locked tomb #Nona the ninth #harrow the ninth #Alecto the ninth #autevi

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miscfandomwrites · 9 months

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Mama: Chapter Five

A/N: Hey Y’all! Been awhile since I’ve uploaded. Let me know if you’d like to be on the taglist for this series or any that I write. My inbox and messages are always open for requests and criticism, as well as questions. Long author’s note at the bottom for a few explanations about the guns and stuff I’ve written about in this chapter. This is more team building and reader getting used to things, I promise Natasha will definitely make more of an impact in the next chapter or two. I am aware that the text in the collage is blurry.

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Mom! Avenger! Reader

Warnings:

Words: 1.7k

Tagging: @tyler-t0t

After breakfast, it was decided that Lillith would stay with Wanda and make cookies while some of the others would show me my workspace.

I didn’t even know that I’d have a workspace, let alone something as massive as what I was given. It turns out that Stark had several floors under the tower as well, and I was on the fourth floor below the ground. It was an entire floor, and it was massive.

It was a huge parking garage pretty much, with ramps for vehicles and other sorts of transportation up to the surface. My truck, jeep, motorcycle, and car were already there, parked and waiting.

Despite living a somewhat simple life, S.H.I.E.L.D paid me well and with the various odd jobs I’ve picked up over the years, I had quite a sum of money that I could do whatever I wished with.

“There’s a range right over there, and the benches have the boxes on the. You’ll just need to arrange things how you like them, and then it’s more than fully workable.” Stark told me as I entered the main area of the workshop.

Lit up with several overhead lamps and taking up the majority of the floor, this was by far the best workspace I’d ever had.

Several benches were scattered around, one backed to a wall between three metal gun cabinets and metal cases holding dozens of ammo cans. That was the gun area, and judging by the boxes around it they didn’t mount anything or store anything yet. I preferred to take care of all of the organizing for the weapons and such by myself because I had my systems for finding things, and as Clint liked to joke; I turned borderline Hulk if someone messed up my systems.

I noticed mainly the divot along the back wall, like a large ramp running nearly from the center of the room to the back end of it, heading down. All of the walls were concrete, and there was no door there.

“That’s the range. Four feet of concrete, not counting the steel targets you’ll be using, but it’s more than thick enough to stop the majority of bullets. I didn’t know what you wanted to do for the Archery stuff, so I didn’t mess with any of it.” Stark spoke again, by side. I nodded and continued looking around.

A lounge area, with a sink and what I assumed was a bar, was sparsely decorated with the occasion box or sheet. Some couches and what looked like a futon were around it. I noticed a TV mounted on the wall, and a fridge. The main area had a bench with what looked like my archery things on it, but I was more excited to find out that the benches moved. They all were on a wheel system, which meant I could combine or place them anywhere I deemed necessary at the moment.

I was so focused on looking around, already imagining where I’d place everything and how it would all fit together that I didn’t notice Sam, Steve, and James heading to the reloading bench.

I walked over as they tried to open the metal gun cabinet, quietly discussing amongst themselves the password for it.

“2641996012340 is the passcode. It’s thirteen digits, so it’s unlikely someone will enter the right code.” I said as I squeezed between Sam and Steve, shooing them away as I punched in the code.

“Why the hell would you have a thirteen digit code for a gun safe?” James asked me, eyebrows raised.

I shrugged, and instead of finishing punching in the code I just gave the locker and hard yank and the door came open.

“The passcode section broke a long time ago. It taught me to keep a gun by my side at all times.” I replied, opening the lower doors as well.

“What happened?” Steve asked.

“Someone broke into my old dwelling a few years ago when Lillith was still a baby. I kept all my guns locked up so she wouldn’t get hurt when she wandered, but I broke the door to the cabinet to grab a gun. That’s why it doesn’t work.”

“A true mom.” Sam grinned at me as he grabbed one of the rifles in the case.

I stepped away and allowed the boys to look at my guns, and started rummaging through the boxes on the reloading bench.

“Where’s the ammunition?” Sam asked as he held my old revolver Colt 45 in his hands, the hammer already back and waiting for a magazine to be loaded.

“In the ammo cans to my right. Find the Revolver Colt 45 label. There should be ready bullets in there..” I replied, not looking up from sorting through some of my notebooks.

“Hey, Stark!” I called out over my shoulder, looking towards him. He quickly looked up from the wrench kit he was going through.

“Yeah?” He yelled back.

“Are my AIs incorporated into the tower yet? I talked to Pepper about it a few weeks ago.” I said as I turned towards him, still holding my notebook.

“Yeah, they should be running right now. You can check, though.” He told me, turning back to the kit.

“WAR, are these notebooks recorded?” I asked out loud.

A male mechanical voice responded, telling me that they were, and asking if I wanted to know anything specific from them.

I politely dismissed it, tossing my notebook back on the counter.

Bruce glanced at me as I walked past him, heading for what I’d make into my archery bench.

“You created AIs?” he asked me, a look of surprise on his face.

I nodded, moving some boxes off the table.

“What does WAR stand for? I hope it’s a good abbreviation.” Stark said as he walked towards me, holding the notebook I’d discarded on the reloading bench only moments before.

“WAR stands for Weapons Ammunition Recorder. It records all information I need for my weapons, and formulates things for me if I need them. I’m working on another right now as well. It’s still in the starting steps, so it doesn’t have a name beyond ‘Digital Assistant’ right now.” I replied, unpacking a box holding my bow press.

“What do these stand for?” Another voice rang out. Natasha was looking over Stark's shoulder, and as soon as he noticed her he jumped, almost dropping the notebook.

I grinned, leaning over the notebook, looking at what page they were on.

“Looks like designs for my Creedmoor. One badass gun, I’ll give you that.” I replied, looking up at Natasha.

“Creedmoor?” Stark questioned.

“It’s more the name of the bullet it takes. I built most of these guns by hand, and that was the most expensive, fun, and stressful one I’ve ever done.” I replied.

“How much?” Natasha said as she looked up from the notebook at me. I fought off the blush rising on my cheeks from the intense stare she was giving me.

“Almost ten thousand dollars. It’s worth it, though.” I replied.

I walked over to the gun side of the room (I really will need to have a decent name for this side of the floor) and pulled a large plastic gun case away from the wall. The boys looked over in interest, following me to one of the workbenches where I laid it upon.

I cracked open the several snaps, before pulling open the lid.

“Holy shit.” Sam whispered.

I nodded, and grinned as I pulled the gun up from it’s designated spot in the case. A massive sniper rifle, my creedmoor weighed nearly twenty pounds.

I rested the butt of it upon the table, and mounted the bipod on the front of it. I took it off the table, shouldering it and checked to make sure the gun was clear.

“Mom!” A yell came from behind Natasha. She turned, and moved aside so Lillith could run up to me.

She stopped right in front of me, her mouth open.

“You got the creedmoor!” She exclaimed, almost jumping up and down with excitement. I laughed at her antics, and squatted down, still holding the gun.

“Wanna hold it?” I asked her.

She grinned and nodded with such force her hair whipped up and down.

“What are the three rules about guns?” I questioned, sliding the bolt back until it locked in place.

She closed her eyes, grasping her hands into fists at her sides.

“Be aware of your target and beyond….”

“That’s one.”

“Never point the muzzle anywhere you’re not going to shoot….”

“One more.”

She scrunched her eyebrows together, a look I called the ‘Focus headache’ because whenever she did it, it usually ended up with her hurting her head.

“Something about the trigger?” She questioned, opening her eyes.

I nodded, and spoke slowly

“Never put your finger on the trigger-” I started

“Unless you’re ready to shoot.” she finished, grinning.

I lifted the gun from my grip, holding it out to her.

“Careful it’s heavy.” I warned, but she took it and cradled it against her chest. It was almost as tall as her, even holding it diagonally the barrel was above her head and the butt of the gun was below her knees.

Her mouth was agape in awe as she ran her hands over the gun. She tilted it down, checking down the barrel and the scope.

“I didn’t know there were rules to guns.” James told me, raising an eyebrow.

“It’s more common sense than anything. She taught the same to my kids and Laura.” Clint replied, taking photos of Lillith.

I nodded, and noticed Lillith was struggling a bit with the gun.

I gently took it from her, and set it back on the table.

Wanda rounded the corner in a sprint, stopping once she found Lillith. I noticed she was covered in what looked like...flour?

She bent over, gasping for breath. In between her gasps, she breathed out that she found Lillith.

I looked over to Lillith, who shrugged and tried to give me her best innocent face.

“What? I wanted to make cookies!” Lillith exclaimed with a huff, crossing her arms.

A/N: So I was born and raised around guns, and I kinda implemented that into this series. I’m also doing archery right now. My dad reloads bullets (has been since before I was born) and I’ve helped him with it since I could remember. I work on guns with him-mostly ARs-and our bows. I’ve reloaded bullets and made my own arrows, and still do. All of the information is correct, at least in the way my dad raised me. The Creedmoor that is mentioned is a rifle that my dad made a couple years ago (real gun is worth about 8k) and it one fucking gun. It’s hyper-accurate, and there’s not much recoil on it. It’s also heavy, weighing in at about 17 pounds. I’ve edited some information because the Creedmoor in this series is a little different. My dad made his with some expensive parts, but not necessarily the parts he would have had if he had more money. I’ve shot it dozens of times, and I still love it. I’m cutting this chapter short because it’s getting long, and I figured I’d end with showing a little bit more of Lillith’s personality. I really expect this series to be over 20 chapters, just so y’all know.

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ghoul-bonez · 11 months

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~Stars in Her Eyes, Stars in Her Heart~

Chapter 7: Her Heart is Strong

(Kiri x Fem! Avatar! Reader)

Summary: Kiri had shown you freedom in the form of flying, and so you wanted to show her what it was freedom from.

Word count: 1.8k

Author’s note: If you want representation be that bitch and write it yourself!!! The disability (Y/n) has is POTS (Postural orthostatic tachycardia syndrome)… Her being disabled isn’t a big plot point in this fic, but it might have a bigger part in a sequel if I chose to write one.

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Her Heart is Strong

After you had landed from the flight Kiri had taken you on yesterday you had opened up to Kiri about yourself. About how you loved your avatar body, but hated your human one. How you felt so out of place in your human body it made you sick to your stomach. How your body was sick.

And because Kiri had shown you another sense of freedom in the form of flying you wanted to share what your avatar body was your freedom from. Your human body.

You had fallen in love with the feeling of flying, just like you had fallen in love with your avatar body the first time you used it. You were grateful for your human body, but you couldn’t love it. You hoped Kiri would at least like it.

Kiri had responded with reluctance. She didn’t want to push your limits, or make you uncomfortable.

She didn’t want to make herself uncomfortable. In your avatar body you were close enough to a Na’vi that Kiri could pretend no part of you was a tawtute. No part of you was part of the enemy. Part of the people who don’t belong here. The people who need to leave.

You had insisted though. You wanted to share yourself with Kiri. You wanted Kiri to see you. You wanted Kiri to understand why your avatar body was so important to you. You wanted Kiri to understand why her taking the time to teach you The People’s ways meant so much to you.

You had given Kiri precise directions on how to get to your base. A little lab you had set up for yourself, away from the rest of the humans, even other scientists. You said it was because you preferred to work on your own, but Kiri knew it was definitely because you were not there most of the time. You didn’t want people going through your stuff, or questioning you.

Kiri was a little disappointed you wouldn’t be walking there with her, doubts of a set up swirling in her mind, but she knew you would never do anything to hurt her.

Thoughts of what you would look like lived rent free in Kiri’s mind as she walked towards the unknown structure. It looked much like the lab the scientists had set up near her home, but it was newer, less beat up. Less taken over by the life around it.

You also had a whirlwind going on in your brain, mostly different variations of what you thought Kiri would think about you. The real you. It was so anxiety inducing, but you busied yourself with menial tasks so your brain didn’t overload.

As Kiri circled the outside of the building she didn’t see any signs of life besides the lights coming from inside. There was nobody else around, nobody hidden in the shadows ready to jump out and capture her. Even though she was confident you weren't going to hurt her she always had to be safe. Always.

She slowly made her way to the front door, looking around, stalling. She didn’t know why she was stalling, but something in her was unsure. She was terrified that this would change everything about your relationship. She didn’t want to see you as different, but this would do exactly that.

Then she knocked, cringing at the metallic noise the action made. A few noises came from inside, then the door opened leading into a chamber that Kiri stepped into. Once the door was closed behind her the room decompressed before the second door was pulled open from the other side.

A head peaked around the door, much shorter than Kiri thought it would be, even as a sky person. It was you for sure. Obviously you looked different like this, but it was undeniably you. You were so pretty. Kiri had never thought of any sky person as pretty before, but you were. You were stunning and Kiri had to stop herself from staring.

“Hey!” You chirped, “This is for you. Just take a breath whenever you need one.” You handed Kiri a mask attached to something Kiri assumed was holding Pandora’s air.

Kiri gratefully took it, “Thank you.”

“Well, come on in.” You said, but Kiri could tell you were hesitant.

Kiri opened the door fully, crouching down to get through the doorway so she didn’t hit her head, and when she looked back up at you she had to hold in a gasp, holding her breath.

You were in a wheelchair. You had told Kiri about how your body was sick, but Kiri hadn’t imagined it was this sick.

You wheeled yourself into the middle of the room, smiling and gesturing to yourself, “So this is me. I know, I’m amazing.” You seemed confident, but Kiri knew you weren't. You were using false confidence so that Kiri wouldn’t worry about you, but Kiri was worried anyway.

The Na’vi couldn’t do much other than just stand there and stare, taking in everything about you, the new you she was getting to know. You were different than Kiri had imagined. She hadn’t imagined you in a wheelchair or how bags weighed down your eyes.

As Kiri stood there looking down at you, studying you, she felt an instinct arise in her that she had never felt before. The instinct to protect. To protect you as you are now, at your most vulnerable, in your real body.

There was no doubt in Kiri’s mind that you could survive the outside world of Pandora in your avatar body, but in this body the Na’vi’s confidence in you wavered.

Your avatar body was like the sun, a big, bright, strong force that was not to be rivaled. This body, however, was like a dying star that would fizzle out when touched by the outside world.

Fragile. You were fragile.

Kiri’s thoughts wavered as she heard, “Her body may be fragile, but her heart is strong.”

Your heart is strong, Kiri agreed, but the heart wasn’t enough to keep someone alive in an emergency.

Kiri stopped her train of thought, deciding to respond, “You’re so pretty.” She hadn’t meant to say that, but it should boost your ego, so maybe it would help you feel better.

You blushed heavily, “Thanks Kiri, you’re not too bad yourself.” You winked.

You cleared your throat, asking, “Are there any questions you’d like to ask?”

Should Kiri ask about the wheelchair? Could she ask about that? Would that upset you?

You smiled, kind of sadly, but acceptance written in your tone, “I know what you’re thinking about. You can ask.”

Kiri couldn’t stop herself, the words rushing out, “Why are you in a wheelchair?”

You smiled again, but this time a little more sincere, like a weight had been lifted now that Kiri had asked, “First off, don’t feel bad for me, I’m still living my best life. Second, I knew this question would come up eventually so I wanted you to be able to ask upfront instead of worrying about it.” You paused, “I have a condition where when I change postures, like sitting or standing up, my blood doesn’t flow right so I feel really sick and pass out. So instead of standing and walking all the time and passing out constantly I use a wheelchair to get around.”

Kiri took it in, trying to understand, “So you’re not paralyzed?”

You shook your head, “Nope.”

Kiri knew she shouldn’t, but she couldn’t help but offer, “If you come to my home my grandmother could help you. I’m sure of it.”

You sighed, looking down, “Kiri, I’m okay. I promise.”

Kiri kept going, “But-”

You cut her off quickly, not frustrated by Kiri, but frustrated by the current offers of help that never worked, “No buts, and the doctors on Earth couldn’t do anything so I doubt anything can help.”

Kiri sighed, she knew she could do something, but wouldn’t push it if you really didn’t want the help, “Could you show me your science stuff? Please?” She changed the subject.

You let out an excited sound, wiggling in your chair, “Of course!” You looked ecstatic that Kiri had asked, “Let’s start over here.”

You wheeled yourself over to a desk covered in all sorts of things Kiri had seen in the lab she visited at home, but had never asked about before. A microscope was the first thing she was shown, then you showed her some “samples” from different animals under it, explaining what Kiri was seeing. It was fascinating.

Eventually you had shown everything you had to show and the two of you sat down to talk some more. You hoped to discuss more about what Kiri knew about the animals of the forest as you had been discussing them the whole time, but Kiri had a different idea.

“You know, if you claim an ikran you’d be completing iknimaya. Then you would only have one more rite of passage to pass before you could be one of The People, and I have no doubt you could pass uniltaron. Then you could meet my brothers and sister. You could rub it in my dad’s face when you beat his record.” Kiri was smiling widely as she thought about it.

“I know I said I want to claim an ikran, but I’m not sure about meeting anyone else or becoming one of The People. I’d rather keep this between us for now.” A secret. You wanted to keep it a secret. You were terrified of meeting other Na’vi. You knew they wouldn’t be as accepting as Kiri. Maybe Kiri’s family would be because of their circumstances, but nobody else would understand.

“Okay. If you change your mind just let me know. It's getting dark now so I have to go, but I’ll see you tomorrow. Tomorrow I’m going to teach you one of my favorite things, but I’m not going to tell you what it is.” Kiri smirked, teasing you, before getting up and walking towards the exit, adding on “Bye.”

You didn’t even have time to respond before Kiri was gone, just muttering “Bye.” to yourself.

Today had gone better than you had thought it would, and it had gone better than Kiri hoped it would.

You were happy the two of you had quickly and smoothly gotten over your disability, Kiri seeming pretty accepting of it. Kiri had taken to the real you quickly, not bothered by your differences. You were sure it was a change for Kiri, but she didn’t seem put off by it so you counted it as a win.

Kiri was relieved that you had seemed the same in your tawtute body as your avatar. She could no longer pretend you weren't a tawtute, but she didn’t feel as upset about the idea now than she had before. Besides everything else, you were still you. Even in another body you were the woman Kiri knew and loved.

You were from different planets, Kiri from Pandora, and you from Earth, which showed as a tiny star in the sky of Pandora at night, but you had come together somehow. Something had drawn you together, and you were forever grateful.

Word Bank:

Tawtute (Sky people)

Ikran (Mountain Banshee)

Iknimaya (Omatikaya rite of passage, claiming an ikran)

Uniltaron (Dream hunt)

#avatar fanfiction #avatar the way of water #fanfic #fanfiction #avatar movie #atwow #atwow fanfiction #atwow fics #kiri sully #kiri sully x y/n #kiri sully x reader #avatar kiri #kiri x reader

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the-hopefulpenguin · 5 months

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💗

Thanks for the ask! For my five:

The Saint’s Blade is definitely my favourite fic, and one of my favourite things I’ve written overall. A series of interconnected stories about Sophia Hess going into another world which worships Worm capes as gods – becoming a paladin – and falling in love in the process. The opportunity to world-build was wonderfully fun, the OC cast great to work with, and it gave an interesting chance to play with Soph’s character to boot.

No Greater Love is the other longer fic from my more recent Worm stuff which I’m proud of, where Taylor gets dropped into a universe where her alter-ego is a Ward, dating Shadow Stalker…and has just been killed in action. I particularly enjoyed writing the aftermath of Taylor’s death in the first chapter, tackling it from three different perspectives – the casualty notification officer, her mom, and her girlfriend – and exploring the nuances as a result.

While I really enjoy a lot of my Legend of Korra and ATLA fic, Kuvira’s Diary in the Advance to Ba Sing Se, 171 AG is one I particularly liked writing. As the title suggests, it is verbatim Kuvira’s diary from the point of leaving Zaofu to her securing Ba Sing Se and being empowered by the other nations to re-unify the Earth Kingdom. Writing an early, not-jaded Kuvira was great fun – particularly as I was able to sow the seeds of what she later became throughout – while the worldbuilding of the Earth Kingdom sinking into anarchy and depredation was an enjoyable exercise.

Balestra, co-written with the wonderful maroon_sweater, was unquestionably the most fun I’ve ever had writing a fanfic. In premise, it was an epistolary enemies to lovers romance inspired by This Is How You Lose The Time War. In execution, it was her and I writing each other condescending hate mail on a daily basis for a month – really quite fantastic. This is only uplifted by the fact that Roon is an incredibly talented writer, deeply and dryly witty in a way which never ceases to impress; trying to keep up with her alone was an engaging challenge.

When We Are Dust, my collection of Worm WW1 AU snippets, is a fic I often go back to read – especially ‘All His Evermore’, about General Hana Kochar of the Kurdish Republic, ‘Inherent to Circumstance’ about Shatterbird, leader of the Arab Revolt, and ‘Et Decorum Est’ about Captain Dean Stansfield in Craiglockhart mental hospital. Translating the characters into the historical setting was an engaging challenge, and the AU fit my penchant for both military detail and big emotional moments. I’m also proud of the writing; the last line, in particular – ‘As for the dead? They remain, fixed and unmoving down the centuries. Like stars, when we are dust.’

Tagging @cpericardium @therealtsk @orangepanic @wishingforatypewriter and @crookedmouth-mountainbones and anyone else who wants to join in!

#worm fanfic #wormblr #lok fanfic #sophia hess #kuvira #self-rec

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look-how-they-massacred-them · 11 months

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to that "every comic book" anon: im sorry you feel that way but i think that's like 90% just a problem of marvel and dc. if you want some comics where characters points and personalities don't get utterly fucked over (or develop in natural ways), you should look into more indie (or even just smaller publisher) stuff. those writers tend to be more passionate about actually following through properly, because it's a story they want to tell with characters they truly care about, instead of writer-of-the-week just trying to finish a quota. this isn't universally true of course but it is definitely a noticeable distinction.

depending on your taste, i would recommend:

•"Love and Rockets" by brothers Jaime, Mario, and Gilbert Hernandez (which ran for decades and actually had characters age naturally over time. this started as a fantasy sci-fi thing and eventually became more slice-of-life but it's very good, largely character-driven, and has surprisingly 3d-feeling art for how simplistic it is)

•"I Feel Sick" by Jhonen Vasquez (yes, this is the guy who created invader zim. kinda gorey but a quick read, both darkly funny and compelling, about a woman struggling with art block and mental health after a series of traumatic events. this is only 2 books long and is actually a spinoff of the 7 book "Johnny the Homicidal Maniac" but that's harder to recommend to a stranger because of just how over-the-top fucked up it is. i still love jthm too but definitely look up a list of trigger warnings if you read that one).

•"Not Drunk Enough" by Tess Stone (this one has been on hiatus for years so maybe it doesn't count but there are two full books out and the first chapter of book 3, all online (ndecomic dot com). it is also kinda gorey but it was created as a metaphor for the author's feelings when he thought people would judge him for coming out as trans. he felt trapped, felt like everyone was judging him, etc so he didn't come out for a long time. that's where the whole "trapped in a building while thousands of eyes watch" thing came from)

i might come back w more recs in the future if ppl want more but i think im runnin outta space oopsies

#marvel #dc #comic books #love and rockets #i feel sick #johnny the homicidal maniac #not drunk enough

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gffa · 6 months

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Oh my word, thank you for such a lovely, detailed reply to my ask about comics???? I was expecting to be redirected to some links or blogs, which is ofc great too, but thanks so much for taking the time to type out and formulate all that for me?? I’ve never actually read a comic before so your first paragraph was a bit mind blowing (I had no idea comics worked like that, I thought each comic was like a chapter in the same book ahaha). I also had NO idea about the different eras but it already makes so much of what I’ve seen from the fandom make so much more sense, so thank you for that! (It’s reminds me, like, where people in history never bothered to write down stuff they thought was obvious bc it was obvious to them and then people came along and went ???, so following with this metaphor, thank you for making me “???” lol)

Anyways, sorry, super rambly ask, but thank you so much for taking the time and effort to reply so succinctly and also thoroughly, and also explaining what pieces of media are significant and why so… like seriously, that was so nice of you and I’m??? Ajahwjehrh??? Thank you sssm, once my exams are over I’m definitely gonna have a new media obsession :)

Aww, you're very welcome! I'm glad that I could help ease the way for you! As someone who started with Batman: The Animated Series and Batman Beyond as my first real understanding of these characters (cultural osmosis doesn't count!), it was kind of a hard leap into comics, trying to understand how all of this fit together. To be fair, I don't want to give the impression that there's no coherency in comics from one author to another--it's very clear that a lot of authors are big fans of other authors' runs or they're building on stuff that came before their own run, but I emphasize the lack of consistency between authors because you absolutely cannot rely on that consistency being there, even if it often happens. You cannot pick up a comic from 20 years ago and expect the story to be exactly the same, because it's constantly being retold--authors want to be able to tell flashback stories at multiple points in the timeline, like take Dick Grayson, that "Robin & Batman" series I recommended is a retelling of their early days, of how Dick came up with the Robin costume, and it changes things (like gave him pants this time around, which I'm fine with) and I love that we can get retellings, because now I get to choose if I want to read that one or one of the older ones! We get a lot of really fun new stories able to be told, updated versions that weren't written back in the 1940s with different social norms, and I think that helps keep the comics fresh and interesting! And you're not wrong that some comics are like a different chapter in a single book! That's what Star Wars comics are aiming to be (well, within their own three distinct continuities) or what a lot of non-mainline DC/Marvel comics are like. It's just the main shared world superhero comics are a constantly shifting landscape! (To be fair to fandom not talking about a lot of this, it's also because the different eras are HELLA complicated to talk about if you haven't been reading comics regularly and broadly for 20+ years, like I had a solid grip on things until I left, and now I've been back for five months and I'm STILL fuzzy on just what Dawn of DC even is. It's hard to talk about stuff when you have a fuzzy idea of something, enough to pick up a comic and read, but can't explain high level detail in a post that would take you an hour just to write out all the weird little connections that lead up to an event!) But also thank you for letting me know your level of familiarity with cultural osmosis and what you're interested in getting into! Often times it's hard to know, "Okay, do I have to explain the different Robins or has cultural osmosis taught you enough that we can skip straight to the finer details?" because I love writing out broader views of the characters, but I don't want to patronize someone who is just looking for recs for starting places when making the jump to comics! I want to drag you guys in, but sometimes that requires tailoring things a bit more to where a given person is at/how much they know/what they're specifically intrigued by! Give me more info and I won't shut up in trying to reel you in. :D

#lumi.txt #dc #batfam

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20 questions for fic writers!

Tagged by @nooowestayandgetcaught an entire eon ago!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

Currently, 5! I'm hoping to get at least one more in the next few months.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

21,282. Eh. Slow work.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Of the 5 published ones: 1 original work, 1 Romeo and Juliet work (for Tybalt x Mercutio), 1 BBC Merlin work and 2 works for the Bollywood movie Dilwale Dulhania Le Jayenge (I swear I will finish it).

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

N°5, The Creature (Original Work, 12)

N°4, Small Matters in Big Cities (DDLJ, part 2 of a series, 26)

N°3, Build Me An Empire (Merlin, 34)

N°2, Golden Lights On The Roofs (DDLJ, part 1 of a series, 51)

N°1, Ignorance Is Bliss (R&J, 104)

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

Of course! As I am more of a reader than a writer, I try to comment as much as I can, and I love it when an author answers, so when I do put on the writer hat, I try to interact with the people kind enough to read my stuff. It's basic courtesy.

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

Definitely Ignorance Is Bliss. It's focused on the relationship between Tybalt and Mercutio and it's canon compliant, so you know how that ends. The next Tycutio I write is either a Modern AU or a Canon Divergence/Everybody Lives fix-it, because my boys deserve some love and happiness.

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

That will be Golden Light On The Roofs! It's a post-canon fic, taking things up from where the movie ends, and it's maybe the fluffiest thing I've written.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Nah. I barely get love, where would I get the hate? XD

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

Nope! I don't mind reading it, but I am way too ace to actually write it. I'm not part of the Aces Who Write Filthy Smut Club.

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

Oh, oooh, okay, so, I have not published any crossover, but it's something that I truly want to do! I have an entire idea for this. I am writing a Torchwood/Doctor Who fic that fixes Ianto's death (as one does), and the central crux of it is that Jack's corral is actually a Tardis that ends up imprinting on Ianto and becomes a huge spaceport that's connected to all of time and space and the multiverse, and in that spaceport, every type of encounter is possible. It's an endless playground that allows me to make various characters meet, and I have a lot of ideas. I just need to finish the main fic before getting on with the crossovers. Some day.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

...To my knowledge, no.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I translate my own work! The next fic I'd like to post soon is a Merlin fic that I wrote first in French. I'm currently rewriting it first in French and then I'll translate it to English, and I'll post both versions. So that people who read French can also see my style in my own native language. That beng said, I wouldn't mind having my fics translated in other languages.

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

A fic, no, but my siblings and I are co-writing an original novel together.

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

Hard to say. My oldest ship, that I'm aware of, is Tycutio (Tybalt and Mercutio, R&J). My main one these days is Merthur (Merlin x Arthur). Honestly I'm not too attached to either ships or fandoms, they come and go, and it all depends on my mood or what hyperfixation I'm stuck on at the time.

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

I don't think I have something that could be considered a WIP that I wouldn't finish. I have fragments of text that could be added to a bigger work, or not, but all the actual WIPs I have, meaning, works with a clear beginning and a general direction, I will finish them. Maybe not now, maybe not next year, but at some point, I will. I don't like rushing.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I have been told that I have a strong style, as in, syntax and use of language, and then descriptions and general atmosphere. The kind of works of mine that people have read and commented most are actually not my fictions, but my essays and thesis, mostly in French and English and also a few in Spanish, and professors and teachers have always praised me for my prose. Well, one teacher a long time ago said that was too much purple prose, but that's one out of dozens of teachers and profs, so who cares.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I get too much into depicting the atmosphere, the descriptions, the characters' emotions and thoughts, and I get stuck on progressing the plot or making them interact. That's the thing that makes me write so slowly, actually, the fact that I get stuck on how to advance the plot.

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

See above. I already write in several languages, but whatever the language, dialogues don't come easy to me. Even in French! When I know the character very well, it's easier, like Tybalt, Mercutio or Merlin, but when it's a new character or one I'm not too attached to, its harder. One dialogue that was surprisingly easy to write outside of my favs listed above, was the banter between Simran and Raj (the DDLJ fics), because I have watched DDLJ countless times and it's one of my most favourite movies ever, so even though I don't speak Hindi, I was inspired.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

That'll be Romeo and Juliet! Back when I was a teen (around 12-13yo), I wanted to write a rewriting of the play in prose, starting during the main 6' childhoods (Romeo, Juliet, Mercutio, Tybalt, Rosaline, Benvolio), because I always thought "They're the main heirs or children of the major families of the city, they're nobles and the same age. They definitely knew each other before the play started. The play states that the grudge between the families has started anew in recent years, meaning that before, there was relative peace, so it wouldn't be too outlandish to think that these kids actually grew up and were educated together, so from that point, it changes the events of the play, right?". And so I started writing an entire plan, chapter by chapter, different parts, "1 - Childhood in Verona", "2 - Exile in Rome/Mantua/Florence", "3 - Back to Verona", etc, and I started researching, reading biographies of Shakespeare, the origins of the story, life in Verona in the 12th century... I never finished it, and it stayed as a plan, but it's one of the projects that I definitely want to finish.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

Well, in light of above, and if we're only talking about the fics I have posted... Ignorance Is Bliss. I love that one, I'm really proud of it. And it makes me really happy whenever I get a kudo or a comment!

Thank you for the tag and sorry for how long it took me! Life has been messy this past year.

Tagging if they want: @marloviandevil @hopelesshawks @regulusrules and anyone else who'd like to do it, just tag me!

#rapha talks #i was tagged #fic writer #20 questions #ask game #ao3 #fics #merlin #ddlj #romeo and juliet #merthur #tycutio

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bl00dycoten · 2 years

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the way it was

authors note: i made this a few days ago before i decided to write on tumbler, it is a short series that might have three to four parts to it, not sure yet, but here is part one! i also have an alternate ending to this one, will post if you guys want! pt.2 coming soon!! i also listened to ‘that way’ by Tate Mcrae while writing this (for my music lovers out there;) )

Eddie munson x popular! gn best friend! reader

warnings: cursing, angst, bad ending, eddie saying some hurtful stuff, reader is 19 and Eddie is 20, sorry if i missed any! Normal Au( or atleast no monsters mentioned in this story)

summary: Eddie and (Name) have been friends since they meet at the playground, once middle school hit, (Name) started to become popular, while Eddie was beginning to grow his title as the ‘freak’, when high school hits you both are on two opposite social statuses. Eddie fears people will find out about you and him after someone thinks they saw you two together and decides to take matters into his own hands, before it’s to late.

the way this all started is quite stupid if you think about it, a classic love story of two best friends, two complete opposite’s attracting to each other, while they were the popular one. sitting with all their popular friends, going to parties and being known by everyone, he was not. he was deemed the freak, the weird one for the things he liked, known as a demon worshiper for his choice of style. (Name) Walker and Eddie munson. two people you would never think to put in the same category. the way they meet was simply to original, sandbox besties if i must. they were 7 and he was 8. a one year difference, they didn’t mind it though, they were two mindless kids wanting nothing more than to build a sandcastle together and soon that friendship continued to grow over the years, once they both hit puberty though their feelings for eachother seemed to have.. changed.

Eddie had grown a great amount and so had (name) only a bit taller/shorter, just two inches taller/shorter maybe? his voice was definitely deeper than the last time they seemed to have reminded, but so had (Name)’s, their voice had changed aswell, a good change. Their bodies changing a lot while aging together, (Name) grew their popularity in middle school. joining the cheer squad/football players did gain quite the crowd. While (Name) practiced cheer/football, Eddie made his own band named Corroded Coffin and once high school hit the more it seemed like their sandbox love was nothing more than a childhood fever dream. it would be shunned and (Name) would lose their status. Not that they cared for it when it came to Eddie, For Eddie they would ruin anything. Eddie on the other hand didn’t want to be the reason for their down fall, sure he didn’t care everyone in hawkins painted him as a freak, but knowing he had made everyone in hawkins shun (Name) was not something he wanted to do. And one night Eddie got the worst idea possible. it would hurt but it was something he had to do. someone had went and said they think they saw you and eddie together. it wasn’t a lie, but no body had solid proof so it’s just information they don’t know yet.

so he had to end things before he ruined everything for you. it started with miss calls. eddie just couldn’t seem to pick up the phone any time you called him. than it was avoiding you at school. (you flunked on purpose once you became a senior and eddie had flunked a second time. just because you wanted to graduate with him🤭) now it’s.

Your pov

“Eddie! Munson you better open this damn door.” you knock on the door to his trailer a few more times before huffing. “i know you’re home munson.” you shout at the door like it would get his stubborn ass to open the door. during all that knocking and shouting, max was on her way out to feed her dog, chester.

“Hey walker.” max says and lifts an eyebrow as to why the head cheerleader/football player was knocking on Eddie “The freak” munson’s trailer. “if you’re looking to give ‘im a good one, he’s not home.” max lied, not wanting to have eddie get beat up at his own home. (Name) could tell it was a lie because they saw eddie peek through the curtains like a dumbass once the knocking and shouting stopped. “im not hear to give ‘im a good one! im hear to talk to this fucker and ask him why he isn’t picking up my calls and is avoiding me!” they huff out again and throw their arms up. now that was a shocker: (Name) walker and Eddie Munson. friends!? max couldn’t believe it at first. “mhm yeah ok and i’m jason carver’s sister.” she mumbled and wrapped up the leftovers she was giving to chester not long ago. “what you don’t believe that me and Eddie munson are friends?” annoyance and confusion laced in your voice as you shoot max a glare.

“no offense, but yes it is hard to believe. are you the one who is always so loud, it has been quite for a few day now that i’m thinking about it.” max muttered the last part to herself but you heard and made a face mixed with frustration and embarrassment. “i don’t know what you talking about!” you whisper yell. “hey i’m not judging, you do you.” max chuckled and turned around. “gig is up Munson! don’t avoid them anymore, kay?” max made a half genuine half sarcastic smile. The door suddenly makes a click sound showing that he had unlocked the door.

max did a thumbs up and walked back into her trailer. you made a surprised scoffer and look back at the door, arms crossed, angry face on. The door slowly opened and an all too familiar face shows through the mesh screen door. “(Name)..listen i-“ you cut hit off before he can say more, pulling open the mesh screen door. “pipe it Munson. why have you been ignoring my calls? and avoiding me.” you point you finger at him and lightly poked at his chest. “i wasn’t avoiding you.” he lied. you could tell when he was lying because before he said that he played with his rings and broke eye contact. “liar! spill it munson? did someone say something to you? did i do something, if i did i’m sorry but talk to me and we can fix it.” you lowered you finger, anger slowly changing to worry, than back to anger.

“is it jason and the rest of the basketball team?! do you want me to have a ta-“ eddie cuts you off. “no (Name)! no one said anything okay! i don’t need you treating me like a baby, i can handle myself.” he didn’t raise his voice but sounded slightly annoyed and angry. not at you but at himself for putting himself in this situation. to late to go back now. “babying you!? oh please you humor me Munson.” you rolled your eyes and crossed you arms, slightly pushing pass eddie and taking a seat on his couch. “ yes babying me and acting like you’re so damn worried about me, all you are is my best friend. okay? not my partner. not my sibling, and most definitely not. my. parents.” eddie glared at you as you sat down on his couch, god how attractive you looked right now. the dim lighting in his trailer always suited you well. snapping out of his thoughts after he realized how silent you had been. wrong move?

“just friends?” you sounded so confused, this whole time you thought maybe you guys were something. turns out it was all one sided. your face drained of color, a expression that would question if you saw a ghost or was told the world was ending. but how true they would be, your world was ending, the world you and eddie had built throughout the years. you both were eachother’s first, for everything. first kiss, which was when you both where in middle school and was dared by some friends of yours. your first “date” if you must consider it that, which you did. it was in freshman year of highschool, eddie had help his uncle out at his job over the summer and was given his first paycheck. he took you to the roller skating rink and you payed for the coins at the arcade.

It may have seemed friendly to anyone else but them, or atleast to (Name) it was a date. the list went on. but all those memories were all but nothing to him. “was what happened a week ago nothing..to you?” memories of quiet laughter and hushed voices coming from the janitors closest. the light was turned off and eddie was squeezed chest to chest with you, his hands cupped your face as he looked at you in the dark. “you’re so beautiful.” he whispered and planted kisses all over your face. “say’s you Munson.” you snicker and hold onto his wrist, gently pulling them away from your face to intertwine your hands together. he stopped his attack of kisses and slowly leaned in to plant a slow kiss on your lips. you kissed back a approved hum being captured by his lips as it left your mouth. it wasn’t anything dirty, just a slow kiss that said more than the words they spoke.

later that day at lunch you both kept making eye contact whenever you would glance at his table. chrissy/ jason called you name and pulled you out of your daydream about said curly haired metalhead. Eddie stayed silent, of course he cared about what had happened while in the janitor’s closet, he just couldn’t risk you getting found out by the whole town. “was any of the stuff you’ve ever said to me true? or was that just something you do with all your other ‘friends’.” you mumbled, quietly, almost to quiet for eddie’s ears to pick up. almost though. as those words left you mouth his eyes snapped to you and his heart broke at the sight, you’re eyes, glossy, slightly red from holding back your tears, and a few stray tears slipping for your eyes.

“o-of course i meant what i said! listen (Name) i just- we can’t be friends anymore.” eddie closed his eyes, trying to hold back the tears that started to slip from his eyes. “what?” you softly muttered, probably to yourself but eddie continues. “i said we can’t be friends anymore. i don’t want to be friends with someone like YOU.” when he said the word ‘you’ he said it with such venom, you lowered you head more getting the sudden sense of shame for no reason what so ever. “why are you so obsessed with me? i don’t get it you and i are just friends. okay? we are friends!” to you it seemed like he was trying to convince himself more than you but the words he spoke hurt non the less. it was like word vomit for eddie, he felt an anger in himself and he knows it wasn’t directed towards you but his mouth was on autopilot and was spilling shit he was even hurt by. “i get it, eddie. w-we are just friends.” your voice cracked mid sentence because of the sob that you were holding back in your throat, eyes stung from keeping in your tears. “or we were friends. goodbye eddie.” getting up off his couch you quickly made a bee line for the door, accidentally shoving eddie out of the way while in your hurry.

“(Nam-).” eddie cut off his cry for you, no matter how much his heart was telling his body to run after you, to scream to you about why he was truly doing this and tell you how he really feels for you. but he doesn’t, instead he watches as you choke back sobs and have tears streaming down your beautiful/handsome face. he watches as you speed walk to your car and turn it on, sitting in it for a minute or two, hoping he’d coming after you and stop you. after two minutes you pulled out of the trailer park. a loud choked sob escapes your mouth as you look through the review mirror to see eddie’s trailers lights off, as if he is going to bed now. eddie cried himself to sleep that night, dreaming about what would have happened if he had run to you, he dreamt a dream of where you and him were together and happy. that night was probably one of the most peaceful yet heartbreaking nights he’s had in a long time.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x gn!reader #eddie munson x reader #snakes oneshot #stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things x gn reader

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morislucidstories · 9 months

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In your pinned post, I'm curious to know what's going on with the bat dragon person and who might be you holding your cat? Poking around the blog hasn't gotten me answers. Or maybe answers are there and I'm just hungry and tired.

I had this whole thing written with pics on my phone, and then the wifi flaked and the whole things became lost into tumblr's void when I hit post, so this is the 2nd version. ;-; But this version has more images so it's objectively better.

That's not me in the image. That's Lily Mills, the main character of one of my original comics I post on Tapas and Webtoons Canvas. Pine Barrens Super Natural is based on the legends I grew up hearing from my family about the New Jersey Pine Barrens/Pinelands, and shojo romance comics. Lily is a mix of me and my sibling from when we were young -that's why she looks like me (and Lyly if you know what they look like from MtW.)

The series blurb & summary of Ch 1&2: Lily Mills and her dad, Don Mills, have just moved into the Pine Barrens of New Jersey. On their first night there, Lily is attacked by monsters that should only exist in legends. Luckily, another super natural monster also rescues her. There's definitely some connection to the super natural hidden in Lily's past, and it's going to a lot harder for it to stay hidden now that she finds herself surrounded by all sorts of Super Natural things.

Here is the full version of the cover with the logo:

This comic is actually a reboot of the original comic I started when I was 15-16 in my Sophomore year of Highschool. (It was made on notebook paper.) When I started it I didn't really have a plan for where it was going until around chapters 15-20, so this reboot is taking a lot of loose ends and either cutting them out or adapting them to work with the plot. It's taking me so long to make because I'm struggling with burnout, and I'm now past most of the mental issues I was using it to process so sometimes working on it puts be make into that worst head space. With Lyly's help as my editor we have rewritten and redesigned the parts that cause me problems so once I get back into it, I should be fine.

The little kitty thing is Mascot. He normally appears at the bottom chapters with the credits, in the cover images, and sometimes pops up in chapters with author's notes and comments.

((If anyone wants to head canon any of my characters as neurotypical just know that it is head canon and not supported by anything in the plot -or me))

Below this point are more character descriptions, but just know that most involve spoilers for things that happen after Ch2. I didn't spoil the biggest things just a few things that lead up to them.

The devil catboy is Damian Leeds the son of the Jersey Devil (TJ) and a human (Nancy). I grew up hearing many different stories about the Jersey Devil with many different depictions so this version is a polymorph, and so is his son. Damian is able to change between human, Neko Mimi, and full furry forms. Lily does not know that the Kitty Devil that saved her is Damian. Damian gets a massive crush on Lily. He's very emotionally secure which makes him a great support as a friend, but he also struggle with recognizing that others won't respond to stress the same way he does.

Nancy Leeds works at the local Super Natural Animal Wildlife Reserve. She is also Don's new boss. SN stuff is kept secret from the populace.

Even though Lily and Damian are the central 2 characters, the readers have pretty unanimously voted Erik as the fan favorite. They are a mix of many of the friends I had growing up. She is nonbinary and uses all pronouns. He is a huge nerd, lover of chaos and cringe. When not in the school building, Erik wears a beanie their brother made them that reads "I ♥️ Emo Boys." She's the heart of the group without question.

Alex is Erik's older brother. He is a huge anxiety gay, and introvert. He prefers letting others take center stage while he watches. This does mean he's prone to bottle things up. Luckily he's the type to go to his friends for help after isolating to process. He hasn't had many appearances yet, but what has been revealed is that he really likes fashion and sewing. He has also been weirdly touchy with Lily and even he doesn't know why. The most recent chapter and the next few will have him as a focus.

(Alex and Erik are half Italian, half Columbian American. This hasn't had an opportunity to be brought up in the story yet. I had a bunch friends that were Columbian. Their extended family and specifically their grandparents were very like my Italian grandparents. So I made these two a mix of those just like they are mixes of many friends I had growing up. Even though I've had these characters for half of my life, I have never been able to decide on a last name for them.)

The last of the friend group is Mike Sasha Keith Apple Gate. In the OG version I made in Highschool, I had 3 characters that all played the same role at different times throughout the story so I mixed them into 1 person and introduced him in the plot much sooner. He too hot to remain single and keeps ending up in unwanted romantic relationships. MSK has anger management problems while also completely failing at defending his own boundaries. He has a grudge against Damian and the why hasn't been revealed yet. He's author's favorite and you can tell because of how much effort I put into his outfits and hair. Lastly, it has been revealed that MSK can see Super Natural Energy. It is through his eyes that it's also revealed that Alex's behavior around Lily is cause by an energy around her.

((Since I've been making it slowly over many years you can easily see the evolution of my art through this comic))

#mori answered #pine barrens super natural #oc #original character #webcomic #pbsn spoilers

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alwritey-aphrodite · 2 years

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The Group Chat

Chapter 5 of You Are In Love

Series Masterlist | Main Masterlist

Pairing: modern!Poe Dameron x reader

Warnings: none

Word Count: 2.1k

Author’s Note: sorry this took me forever and a half to write, now that it’s summer I’ll have more time to write and stock up on fics lol

You wake up groggy and dry-mouthed, and it’s closer to the afternoon than it is to the morning, but you’re happy. Despite the starting throb of an oncoming headache and the slightly sticky feeling of your skin, you feel good.

You’d flopped into bed and fallen asleep around 3 AM, and you still managed to get a full eight hours. Reluctantly, you leave your little cocoon of a bed, and trudge to your kitchen to get some fresh water after pulling on a pair of slippers to combat the cold of your tile flooring.

You stand in your kitchen, admiring the way the midmorning sunlight makes little rainbows across your tile floor, as you swallow some Tylenol, just to combat that headache you can feel building already.

Despite how much you wish you could just stay in your pajamas and messy hair, languish on that couch and watch shitty TV all day, you know you need to shower. You feel a little sticky and just generally gross from not showering the night before, remnants of your eyeliner and mascara smudged around your eyes.

So, you wander back towards your bedroom and grab the comfiest clothes you can find and stuff your phone on top of the bundle before heading to your bathroom. Despite your reluctance, as soon as you step into the shower, you never want to leave. You want to stay wrapped up in the steam for the rest of the day, even though you know that’s not possible.

Still, you stay in the shower for far longer than is necessary, and you take your time getting out and drying off before slipping into your comfy clothes. When you check your phone, you notice you have a text from Finn.

Can I bring you coffee? As payment for the coolest mural ever?

You smile before responding. You’d already told Finn and Poe that they didn’t need to pay you back, in any form, but they both keep trying to pay you back in such small, almost inconspicuous ways you can’t help but to laugh.

I thought the free drinks were the payment?

That was from Poe, this is from me :)

Do you need my address?

Nope, Rose already gave it to me. I was going to bring you the coffee no matter what you said, I already bought it.

That makes you laugh even more. With the short time you’ve known him, and all of the stories you’d heard from Rose, this is perfectly fitting for Finn’s personality. He’s probably the sweetest person you’d ever met, but you’ve heard his sass when he bickers with Poe from the conversations you’ve overheard while painting. He’s just like Rose in that regard: an absolute sweetheart with a definite feisty side.

Normally, you’d rush around and try to clean up, make your space presentable after you’d neglected it during your busy week, but you can’t find it in you to care, and you don’t think Finn will either. You just water your plants and wait for Finn while lounging on the couch, old sit-com reruns playing on the TV.

When there’s a knock on your door, you slide over in your cozy socks and open it to reveal Finn, coffee and pastries in hand.

“You’re my favorite person ever, you know that?” You say in greeting, opening the door wider for him to enter.

“Yeah, I know,” he responds with a cheeky grin, one that you can’t help but to match.

“Your apartment is… the coolest.” Finn says, setting down the drinks and food onto your kitchen table, slowly turning in a circle to take it all in.

“Thanks, I like to think it’s pretty cool, but it’s nice knowing people agree.”

The two of you chat as you eat the food he brought, which you thanked him profusely for.

“This is perfect, by the way.” You say, taking another sip of your coffee.

“I had to ask Rose for your order, I didn’t want to get it wrong.”

“Well, I appreciate it.” And you honestly do. It’s nice, and a little strange, to have friends who care so much about you that they want all of the little details to be perfect.

You give him a short tour after you’re done eating, the two of you lingering in your second bedroom that you’d converted into your studio.

“All of this shit is amazing, honestly.”

“You keep saying that.”

“It keeps being true.” That makes you laugh, a real, true, head-thrown-back, type of laugh.

“You sound just like Poe.”

Finn groans good naturedly, before responding, “Please never say that again.” The two of you laugh some more, and then he adds, “So you and Poe are getting along?”

“Yes…” You ask, raising an eyebrow in confusion, “should we not be, for some reason?”

“No, no! I just meant… he’s great, you’re great.”

“Ok?”

“Do you know what I mean?” You have to laugh at that, because you think you know what he’s trying to say, but he isn’t really making any sense.

“Maybe? But please explain.”

Finn takes a deep breath, as if he’s about to launch into a long winded explanation, but instead all he says is, “You’re both great.”

“We’ve established that.”

“And you could be great… together.”

“Oh.”

You do get what he means. And you can’t say that you hadn’t thought about it, especially after last night. But you can’t let yourself get your hopes up about Poe liking you in that way, because you’re honestly just so happy to have him as a friend you could never imagine jeopardizing that.

But, you know Finn would never say anything to you unless Poe had mentioned something or if he felt like Poe acted differently around you.

“You don’t need to believe me, but next time you’re with him, just… pay attention to the way he acts.”

“Alright,” you say, and Finn seems content with that.

You wonder if that was the only reason he came to see you, and for a minute, you’re worried that it was. That he only came to visit you because he had to deliver some convoluted secret message. But, after you finish showing him around your little studio, the two of you settle onto the couch to watch some shitty sit-com reruns you had playing earlier while you talk and laugh together.

Finn leaves right before you eat lunch, which with your late start to the morning is around 3 PM. After he leaves, you plop back onto the couch with some reheated leftovers, ready to dive back into those comfort reruns.

You spend the next couple hours just like that: sprawled across your couch while your old favorite shows play in the background as you snack and stare at your phone, responding to texts and scrolling through social media.

You place your phone down for a few minutes when you feel it vibrate against your chest, causing you to pick it up again and see a notification from Poe. You want to ignore the butterflies you feel in your chest.

Just wanted to thank you again for the mural. And for accompanying me on my late-night diner run :)

You feel a small, unconscious smile growing on your face as you read his message before you respond.

I had a lot of fun! Those pancakes definitely met the hype

You cringe a bit as you type that, but then you remember that you’re not trying to impress Poe. He’s your friend, so you’re texting him the same way you text all your friends.

I’m glad they met your standards

For a while, those three black dots that represent Poe typing appear and disappear, with you waiting anxiously for him to send a response. But, you never get a response from Poe.

Instead, you get added into a group chat with him, Finn, Rey, and Rose that’s been named Lakehouse 2k22. You feel an odd mixture of joy and nerves bubbling in your chest.

You’d heard about these little vacations ever since you and Rose had become friends, and she had always invited you. You always turned her down, because it seemed too awkward to go on a vacation with people you barely know.

But now, you’d been invited for real.

As sad as it sounds, you haven’t gone on a vacation with just a group of friends before. You’d been with your family, and when you were in college you started to take solo trips so you could explore and do whatever you wanted, wherever you wanted.

But you’d always wanted to go on a trip with your previously nonexistent friend group. And now you could. It was a little sad how excited you got, but you tried not to think about that too much.

Instead, you focused on how happy you felt to be included, just another sign that they really did want to be your friend, that they wanted to make you a permanent fixture in their group. You feel that joy bursting inside your chest, behind your eyes. It blocks out the negative thoughts that creep forward, trying to pull you back into the darkness.

But your happiness is too bright, and it only grows as they catch you up on the plan so far: the long weekend, the address, the cost split four ways instead of three. It was enough to make you turn and scream into one of the throw pillows on your couch.

Maybe you’re overreacting, but you’re too happy to worry about that now.

You feel a warm breeze against your back from the window you’d propped open earlier as you watch the texts continue to roll in, confirming details and days to take off. You hadn’t really realized until this moment the way that summer was slowly but surely creeping in.

You can feel it in the air, in the warm breezes and humidity. You can see it in the extended daylight, the sunsets at 8 PM and the sun already almost fully risen by the time you start your walk to work. You can sense it in the restless excitement of the schoolchildren that come into Maz’s at 3 PM and buy strawberry lemonades and discuss all their summer plans.

You can feel it now, planning a summer vacation with your new group of friends, with the people you hope stick around for the rest of your life.

You spend the next fifteen minutes debating on whether or not you should send Poe a text, and ultimately, you make up your mind.

Was it your idea to add me to that group chat?

You know that he’ll know what you're really asking, what you really want to know. You get nervous when he doesn’t respond and you can see those little black dots disappear and reappear. And then, finally, he responds.

Yeah

You feel a smile spreading across your face, and you don’t do anything to stop it. Maybe Finn was right. Maybe Poe really does feel something more towards you, something that he doesn’t feel towards Rey or Rose or Finn. But, you still refuse to get your hopes up.

Good, I’m excited

Good :)

With that response, you shut your phone off for the night, satisfied with the answers you’ve got. If anyone else was with you, you’d be beyond embarrassed about the giant grin on your face, caused by only a few texts. But, since you’re alone, that smile stays plastered on as you focus back on your sitcoms.

Ever the overthinker, you wonder about Poe; what he’s doing, how he’s feeling. Was he nervous about inviting you, so he just added you into that group chat without saying anything? Was his heart beating as he waited for a response from you? Did he smile as big as you did as he sent that last text, grinning and grateful that no one was around to notice?

You admonish yourself when you realize you’re doing the one thing you’ve been trying so hard to avoid: thinking about Poe in anything other than a platonic way. You make a vow to yourself to try your very hardest to not think of Poe in any sort of romantic way, unless he says something to you first. You even write it down on your phone, to remind yourself in case you slip up.

Because, you know at some point, your thoughts will wander and then you’ll suddenly be thinking about a baby with Poe’s curls and your eyes, and you’ll need to remind yourself that you don’t even know if he feels anything romantic towards you, despite what Finn may say.

It’s with that promise to yourself that you finally trudge towards your bedroom and slip into your bed after finishing your nighttime routine. You remind yourself of that promise as you drift off to sleep, as if you’d be able to control your dreams that way. But, it wouldn’t be breaking the promise if you dream about Poe, right?

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#poe dameron #poe dameron x reader #you are in love series #poe dameron x you #poe dameron fanfic #poe dameron fanfiction #poe dameron au #modern!poe dameron #modern!poe dameron x reader #star wars au #star wars fanfiction #star wars #modern!star wars

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taleweaver-ramblings · 2 years

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So I just finished rereading the Dragons in Our Midst and Oracles of Fire series (a 7-month-long endeavor), and I thought I would share my thoughts now that I've finished revisiting what were arguably some of the most influential (to me) books of my preteen and early teen years.

Much to my relief, my level of enjoyment while reading these books didn't go down — actually, I think it probably had an overall upward trend.

(Except for the bit where I literally hurt my thumb while reading Bones of Makaidos because of supporting that thick of a book for long reading sessions.)

I think I had forgotten just how weird these books are? Or maybe I just never realized in the first place? But somehow you end up with dragons and King Arthur stuff coexisting with sci-fi-ish elements like Ashley's inventions and Mardon's experiments, plus multiple different dimensions, most of which are some form of afterlife, and it's crazy. I like it, though, and I deeply respect the fact that Davis has managed to build a career out of more or less writing whatever he wants without really worrying about either genre or genre conventions. Life goals right there, y'all.

There is so much allegory and Christian/spiritual messaging in these books. Like, I remember them as being very heavily Scriptural/Christian even for 2000s Christian fantasy, but I think I originally didn't pick up on half of what was in there. It's kind of a lot at times, but it's also kind of nice to read something that's so up-front about its message.

On a related note, I actually appreciate The Candlestone and Enoch's Ghost a lot more now because I understand what the author was doing! Like, Enoch's Ghost was originally probably my least or second-least favorite in the series? And now I'm like, this is great! I see what's going on! And storm me if this does not explain a lot about why Ashley is one of my favorite characters!

(Side note: at one point, I was making a comment about how my favorite book in any given Davis series is, for some reason, usually the one in which the characters go through literal hell, and I said that this was true "with the exception of Enoch's Ghost." Davis saw this and helpfully pointed out that no, the characters definitely do end up in hell a bit in the book, and I was just . . . too polite to point out that I meant the exception in the other direction. But at this point, Enoch's Ghost might be my favorite in OoF, so . . . retroactively true? IDK.)

There's a lot of family in this series, and it's absolutely wonderful. And Davis really emphasizes parent-child relationships (which are hard to do well in adventure fantasy) as opposed to sibling relationships (which are comparatively easy to work in and probably more common), and I just love any instance of multiple generations fighting and adventuring alongside one another, or of the main characters turning to their parents for advice and support even as they're getting older and becoming more independent.

I legit cannot stop thinking about how these books kind of came out at the last possible moment. They were published from 2004 to 2009, and had they come out ten years later, they would've been a completely different story. In the 2000s, you have this sweet spot where the internet is very much a thing, but people don't really have camera phones or constant access to the internet. Like, can you imagine the beginning of Raising Dragons in today's society? Besides the fact that, depending on the school, Bonnie probably wouldn't be able to get away with keeping her backpack on all the time . . . like, her and Billy's escape? There wouldn't be rumors about giant bat creatures floating around the school; there'd be two dozen photos and videos being rapidly posted to FB and IG and someone catching just the right angle to be like "Is that Bonnie???? and that's definitely Billy????? what the heck????" And that's mild compared to the chaos that something like the climax of Circles of Seven or the modern-Earth-side events of Oracles of Fire would create.

Anyway, rereading these was an excellent choice. 10/10 would recommend. I'm going to reread Children of the Bard too sometime soon, but I don't have the same experience with them that I do with DiOM and OoF, so they're part of a different Event.

#taleweaver speaks #taleweaver reads #dragons in our midst #oracles of fire

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