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thewillofdeez · 11 months

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Shanks - NSFW Alphabet

Minors DNI. Reader can mostly be read as G/N, though there are some female-specific references. Shanks is bi/pan.

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Shanks is super giggly and talkative after sex. He gets that oxytocin high and his brain goes into overdrive and he’ll want to cuddle and ask you the most obscure opinion questions you’ve ever heard. Ever had someone ask you if you’d rather fight a hundred duck-sized horses or one horse-sized duck? That’s the kind of thing that comes out of Shanks’s mouth after sex. It’s silly, but you’ll both be laughing the whole time, and that’s kind of the point. He sees after sex as a good time to get to know his partner.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

If asked, Shanks would say it was his left arm. But he’s mostly joking. He likes his hair, as it’s his trademark. He knows he has a winning smile, and for someone who loves to laugh and have a good time, he values any time he can smile. He’s also fond of his feet, they’re practical and kind of cute if he does say so himself. On a female partner, he’s a boobs guy. Soft, squishy, fun. On any partner, he likes hair too - short, long, 1a, 4c, doesn’t matter, he wants to stick his face in it. If you have really short buzzed hair, don’t worry, our guy’s got you too - he’ll have the best time running his hand over it and giggling at how it feels.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

If you’re adequately protected, he desperately wants to cum in you. But he’s also not a picky guy. Wherever you want it, he’ll put it. If he’s going at it from behind, he’ll go all over your ass and back. From the front, chest, stomach, neck, wherever. He’d prefer to avoid your face and hair, but the man does live to please, you just gotta be clear in what you want.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

There’s no secret that Shanks considers dirty. Like, at all. He feels comfortable being open about sex, the good parts and the bad, kinks, sexualities (including being pan himself), all of it. This is partially because he never had people to be open about the realities of it with him when he was in his teens and early 20’s. Like, yeah, Roger and Rayleigh told him and Buggy the basics when they reached that age, but they left so many questions he had to find answers to himself, both through books and through experience. He takes it upon himself to try and break down that stigma for other pirates who might be in a similar situation, while also acknowledging that not everyone is as comfortable with the topic as he is and handling it with tact when necessary. As part of the Red Hair Pirates orientation, he and Hongo give all new recruits the safe sex talk.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Shanks is nothing if not a slave to his physical desires, whatever they may be. He’s never really been a one-partner kind of guy (or at least never thought he would be) both by his nature and by circumstance. He sees meeting people all over the world, finding a partner, and eventually bedding them like going into a candy store and wanting to try some of everything. Some things he knows he likes and can’t get enough of, some things he doesn’t like and knows to avoid in the future, and some things take him by surprise one way or another.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying.)

Shanks likes his partner on top. This is partially because some positions have become more difficult since losing his arm, but also because he just loves watching his partner’s body move. To his credit, though, he hasn’t let the lack of an arm slow him down, he’s just had to get a little more creative in how he does things.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

In general, Shanks sees sex as a source of joy, and so he wants to be able to laugh with his partner. It’s really only with someone he really, truly cares about that you’ll see the serious side of him in bed. That’s when sex goes from an act of mutual pleasure to an act of love.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Shanks loves his red hair, both upstairs and down. Downstairs it’s a fair bit darker than what’s on his head, with more of a brunette tint. He might give it a trim every once in a while, but he’ll mostly let it go, and he’s never had any complaints.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Shanks lives for intimacy, but he also knows that what one person considers intimate might be different from another person. He’s pretty communicative, and wants to know exactly what his partner expects - he’s almost certainly down for whatever that might be. If they’re a dim lighting and music kind of person, he’ll have a blast making that happen. If they’re a storage room on the Red Force for a quickie kind of person? He’ll make that happen too. He considers his adaptability and ability to read others well a big attribute in providing for his partner.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

As much as he prefers a warm body in bed next to him, sometimes he’s at sea for long periods of time, and sometimes the lines he’s casting just don’t pull anything in. It happens to everyone. If he’s gotta handle himself, there’s no shame in that.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Shanks is into the idea of sharing his partner with someone else. Yeah, he’s had threesomes with casual partners, and it’s certainly fun, but that’s not what thrills him. If you’re lucky enough to achieve relationship status with Shanks, it means he trusts you to the ends of the earth, and part of what he likes about that trust is that he can share you with someone else and know you’ll always come back to him. He wants to watch you be pleasured by another, or watch you pleasure them, or have both of you pleasure him, or— anyway. He thinks you’re the hottest thing he’s ever seen, and he loves the idea of sharing that with someone else. (Yes, we all have the same thought for this kink. The person he has in mind is Beckman. Whether it’s purely the two of them pleasuring you or if they’re comfortable having fun together, he doesn’t really care. But he sees the way his vice captain looks at you sometimes, and he thinks with some talking he can convince his friend to join the two of you in his quarters.)

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

I mean, for Shanks nothing can beat a good old fashioned bed, but he’s adventurous. If you’ve got a new place to try, he’s likely willing to give it a chance as long as there’s little to no chance of being seen by non-consenting parties. He’s big on consent and doesn’t believe his being horny and wanting to fuck you supercedes someone else’s right to not be involved.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

For a fling, generally just existing and looking good is enough. But if you’re in a relationship? It’s the little things. He thinks watching you work on the ship is sexy, the way you pull the ropes and climb up the nets to furl the sails, or maybe you work with the rest of the crew to help make repairs. The Red Force is basically his baby and he loves watching you care for it. And if in the process you get a little sweaty, maybe the hem of your shirt rides up a little…well, maybe your captain suddenly requires your immediate assistance below deck.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Shanks is down for some light dirty talk, but he doesn’t like going too far into degradation territory. As mentioned above, as much as he enjoys experimenting with different locations, he has to know that ultimately wherever you end up doing it is private and the risk of being walked in on is slim to none.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

This guy gives like every day is Christmas. Nothing in the world makes him happier than seeing his partner squirm and moan while his mouth works its magic. He knows he has an exceptionally skilled tongue and his fingers always know just the right spots to hit. If you have a need, barring extreme circumstances, all you need to do is say the word and he’s there. He also loves receiving, but are we really surprised at this? He likes challenging himself to keep his eyes open when you go down on him because he loves watching you so much. If you can catch onto this, you'll have a great time trying to make him throw his head back.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

While he strongly believes there’s a time and a place for both, in a relationship, he wants to savor the feeling of you. That’s not to say he won’t rail you sometimes, but he likes to take his time with you when he’s able. If you’re on top, though, you can set the pace, he’s just happy to enjoy the view.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Sometimes the man just cannot keep his hand off of you. It can be stressful being a captain, and a good ten minutes of fun might be just what he needs to make it through. He also finds it really sexy when you come up to him all needy and begging for a few minutes with him. He’s usually more than happy to oblige.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Shanks is down to take risks in general, but it requires communication with his partner. He had a few rough experiences in his younger days where he jumped into something risky headfirst without a proper plan or communication, and it wasn’t great, so now he believes in taking the time to talk it out beforehand. As not-fun as that sometimes is, he always believes it’s worth it.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Shanks can go for several rounds in a night and lasts a long (but not too long) time, but he does require some time to chill in between. At his age, he knows his limitations, but as a younger man he’d basically fuck himself into dehydration. Now he knows it’s not a competition, and if one round is all you go for, that’s okay.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Shanks is happy to bring toys into the bedroom if his partner wants, but he himself doesn’t maintain a collection.

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

It shouldn’t be a surprise that Shanks loves to tease. He can sometimes get a little carried away, so unless you’ve previously discussed expectations around edging, you’ll have to let him know very clearly when you’ve had enough.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Shanks loves hearing his partners make noise, and he enjoys letting them know how good they make him feel. But the man for a long time was absolutely unabashed. It eventually got to the point where his senior officers, whose quarters are closest to his, threatened to mutiny if he didn’t keep it the fuck down. In hindsight, he’s kind of embarrassed by how annoying he was, putting his own pleasure over his crewmates’ comfort. But they worked it out, and Shanks is much more careful nowadays if he brings someone on board, or he’d prefer to go to their place if possible.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

For a man who likes to party, Shanks actually doesn’t really enjoy drunk sex. He enjoys when both he and his partner are fully present (though he’s been known to throw weed into the mix at times). If he’s on the prowl, he’ll cut himself off after a few drinks. If he’s not, he’ll allow himself to get drunk.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

Shanks is actually quite average in length, around 5-6 inches, but a bit on the girthy side. He believes it’s not what you have, it’s what you do with it that matters, and he has never had a single complaint.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Shanks has a reputation for being a horndog. Ideally, he would have sex almost every day, but he knows that’s not realistic for a lot of people, and frankly, for himself. If you’re his long-term partner, he’ll want to do something with you at least a few times a week, whether it’s full-on sex, or just oral, or whatever.

Z = ZZZ (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Shanks is happy to go multiple rounds if you want to, but he’s also kind of like a machine. Insert coin (touching, kissing, or just your words) for more sex, otherwise the machine will shut down and he’ll be out like a light.

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thehothcast · 4 months

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cassian andor general romance hcs

word count: 994

warnings: none, just a miniscule reference to sex

message from the authors: first post on the account! love that for us. we both (okay just me, fine - grace) went a little feral writing these, enjoy the show! (i was moral support for grace and additional idea giver, hope u love! - rosa)

ok so! i think cass is very easily scared off when it comes to this kind of thing: love. he’s skittish when he’s unsure, and although romantic dalliances aren’t new to him, approaching a situation where he’s not privy to if you reciprocate or even if you ever could, is new to him. he’s always been the one in control of the dynamic, or at the very least an equal, with both participants on the same page (or thereabouts, see him and bix i suppose.)

the man seems a lil avoidant, like he’s just wary of people in general so i'm not so sure how well he’d respond to hearing from a third party that you had a crush on him, whether that be a close friend of yours or an unfamiliar group of fellow rebels. he’d immediately feel like expectations were being pushed onto him and people were anticipating him to react in a certain way. he doesn’t like that, it feels like someone's yanked open the curtains that were obscuring him from the bright light of perception? so even though he returns your feelings for sure, he’s not going to react well to that kind of direct address/situation and would most likely pull away from you in an attempt to take back the control he feels he’s lost.

in the end i think if one of you were to make a move to further the relationship, it would have to be him because he doesn’t like feeling caught off guard or put on the spot. even then, he’s definitely not confessing the true extent of his fondness for you (even though it totally consumes him, this is a man that feels deeply, just look at those eyes babe).

cassian is someone who expresses their love through actions and deeds, not so much words, at least not immediately, that’s a little too vulnerable for him at the moment.

let's be honest, his version of getting the message across to you is patting you on the shoulder and telling you “that’s really good” as he oversees your group’s blaster training. like the affection is there and you totally get free passes where others don’t, but overall there’s really nothing concrete to suggest he thinks of you as anything other than a friendly comrade, which is probably how he likes it for now.

again, addressing it head on either by yourself or having another person plant the notion into his mind is not the way to go about this. he’s like a stray animal, you see him from across the street and desperately want to pull him close and love up on him, but even the most careful approach will have him skirting away from you in a flash after one wrong move.

honestly the only way to go about this i think is to just let him do his own thing, find a quiet and subtle way let him know you’re open and will be waiting with open arms, and he’ll come to you eventually. i’d say he’d come to you in his own time, and I wouldn't be lying but let's be honest, that first really meaningful look (see elevator scene in rogue one 😩) and pleading of your name is going to come in a moment of high-stakes and danger. what can I say, there's nothing like a life threatening situation in which either one or both of your lives are in jeopardy and desperation and stress infect every decision made, to provoke a momentary lapse in resolve and allow some painfully concealed concern and devotion to seep out of one's every orifice <3.

then there’s the subject of his name. obviously he introduces himself as cassian (unless he’s undercover but that’s a whole other can of worms, you’d get there in the end), so you’ve not really any reason to suspect otherwise until you pose an innocent question about the origins of his name, which leads him to hesitantly surrender his birth name to you. this is only something he’d ever consider doing if he truly, deeply trusted you and felt ready to open up even just a little bit. again, it’s all in his own time, there’s no pushing cassian. psst, don’t be afraid of using his real name, he’ll answer to it…just pick the right moments iykyk

when on missions, clashes tend to happen. cassian believes he knows best (and maybe he does. he probably does lets be fr we’re dumbos), so you’ll every now and again notice him speaking for you or making decisions on your behalf. obviously as an independent entity, this will most likely get on your nerves so it’s an issue that’ll have to be addressed in a sit down session with him. he honestly doesn’t mean it in a controlling way, he probably sees it as him relieving you of any unnecessary burdens, so you’ll have to make it clear to him you’d appreciate it if he lets you stand on your own 2 feet and would, well… for a lack of a better phrase, ‘just butt out’. at the end of the day, you’d rather be equals, partners in crime, not so much some micromanaged talent. come on, it’s understandable cass.

just for funsies... he’s probably unbuttoned his shirt a little more than necessary at least once. just to see if you’d respond to it. he’d seen the style begin to take off amongst the more cocksure pilots (that’s what he tried to tell himself. it was really just fueled by a shy desire to have you look at him like that, like the rebel full of swagger that he knows he isn't). it lasted a grand total of 12 hours before he caught a glimpse of his reflection and cringed a little bit, vanity be damned. the next time you saw him, his shirt was buttoned back up all the way again and he will never acknowledge the fact ever again.

#cassian andor x reader #star wars #cassian andor #rogue one #andor #cassian andor x you #our writing #cassian x reader #cassian andor headcanons #cassian andor x reader hcs #cassian andor x reader headcanons

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fuckyeahisawthat · 2 years

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Oh boy WOULD I. Fun fact, did you know you can only put ten images in an ask answer? That is not nearly enough for analyzing any kind of visual media so I’m making this its own post.

So each one of these is a separate piece: the performance, the costuming and hairstyling, the lighting and framing and camera placement, but they all work together to make end-of-episode-10 Ed, Kraken!Ed, feel different from any of the other Eds we’ve met before now.

(I think it’s up for debate if this Ed is the same version of Ed that we very briefly see at the beginning of episode 3, when we only know him as Blackbeard, more myth and shadow than actual character at that point, or if this Ed is something new and worse.)

First, the performance. Because Taika what the fuck my dude. What the fuck.

The whole toe scene is...a lot, on a lot of levels, but his creepy-soft, calm, almost-gentle voice really makes it. (This whole scene is like a weird dark inversion of the actually soft and gentle way he behaves at Stede’s bedside when he’s recovering from being stabbed...but I digress.) We’ve seen Ed get angry, we’ve seen him intimidate and threaten people, but we’ve never seen this kind of calm, controlled menace from him and it’s super creepy!

I have watched these scenes a lot trying to clock all the ways Taika changes his physicality (aside from like, the intense eye acting going on) and I’m sure I’m missing stuff because there are a lot of subtle little changes.

Happy, relaxed Ed is pretty bouncy. He moves around a lot, he gestures, he fiddles with things with his hands, he sits and stands in very relaxed, open positions, shoulders back, often with his feet up on something or legs stretched out. Kraken!Ed is very still. There are multiple scenes where the blocking lets him lean forward or loom over someone, like in the shots above. The sort of apex-predator-in-waiting vibe gets accentuated by the costuming--the shoulder pads of the jacket add a lot of bulk, which is very noticeable when he’s leaning forward like this, and the hair (even without the beard) creates this lion’s mane effect around him that makes him look bigger on screen.

All this is enhanced by the lighting and cinematography, which change dramatically from the way most of the rest of the show is shot.

While there is some gorgeous lighting in this show, it is a television show, shot on a set, so some standard TV cinematographic norms prevail. We’ve got a lot of medium and medium-close shots and mostly fairly even lighting. So anything that deviates from that is really going to catch your attention.

I want to refer back to the couple of very short scenes we see of Ed before he meets Stede, when he’s Blackbeard, the legend, before we know him as Ed, the person:

In both of these scenes, he's lit by these very intense, stark, high-contrast beams of sunlight. His hair is down, his face is obscured, and he's illuminated in this almost spotlight-like light. (Hmm something something about putting on a performance.)

Now look at this shot:

This is before his flip back into Kraken mode, but there's the spotlight, ready for him to step into it. It’s even right in the center of the "stage" that the proscenium arch creates around the bed nook. This is the very beginning of this scene, and we don't know what's going to happen yet, but I think this is a kind of visual foreshadowing.

For reference, this is how the same room is lit when Lucius comes in to find Ed in the blanket fort:

Still high-contrast with the bright windows and deep shadows, but without those intense, slicing beams of light. They only appear in the scene where Izzy confronts Ed.

For most of the scene between Izzy and Ed, Ed is lit like this:

Half light, half dark--balanced on the knife's edge between dealing with his heartbreak in an emotionally healthy way and...not. By the way, he's still lit like this at the beginning of this scene...

...up until he throws Lucius overboard and goes to do his Evil Again makeover.

After that point he starts being lit and shot in very dramatic ways. We get shots where he's barely lit and sometimes in full darkness.

The whole toe scene is lit like a horror movie. I mean...

He also starts getting a lot more extreme camera placement: close-ups where his face fills the frame from top to bottom, but also very wide shots like this one:

And more extreme camera angles, both high and low:

This kind of dramatic high angle is not used very much in the show (although I’m sure you can think of one other memorable example right away). Whether we notice it consciously or not, all these elements of lighting and camera placement help create the feeling that something is different, unsettled, off-kilter and wrong about all this.

All of the scenes I referenced add up to something like...six minutes of screen time. But they are really using every trick in the book to make them impactful, and they end up being one of the most memorable and striking parts of the show.

#ofmd #our flag means death #long post #ed teach #Taika Waititi #cinematography #lighting #costume design

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ruthlesslistener · 2 years

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(Hopefully mobile won’t eat this ask)

My friend is playing HK for the first time and I’ve been noticing yet more things I didn’t see in the two playthroughs I did. The comment from Lemm about how the statue is the only record of the Hollow Knight stuck out to me, because at first I was like “what the hell, that’s so sad”, but like… there’s not much that could be said about them that wouldn’t reveal how messed up the whole plan was or be an outright fabrication. (Also the design of the statue— they’re on a pedestal shaped like PK’s crown, and beneath that it looks like a huge flower, which you could say represents the White Lady but idk)

There’s this quote from the Seer that I saw going through my hundreds of screenshots that stuck out to me: “Hold something in your mind and it lives on with you, but forget it and you seal it away forever. That is the only death that matters.” Obviously this applies to the Radiance, and that’s probably the primary if not only intention, but I immediately thought about the previously mentioned statue (which is interesting too because there are no PK statues in the City of Tears (that I can think of)). As well as the White Palace, and how despite most of it being clearly a dream version of the real thing, certain significant areas seem to be retained as they were in life.

Like even if no one really knew them, PK really tried to make sure THK wouldn’t be forgotten about, even if everything else fell apart, and this got really long but dang I have a lot of thoughts about this game. (Sorry if this isn’t the most eloquently worded.)

YEAHHHHHHH THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT I THINK THE STATUE IS SUPPOSED TO BE. It's supposed to be a memory of someone who was supposed to be forgotten! Because even though it would have been better for the Pure Vessel to just fade away from memory, and for the Radiance to die with them, PK just...couldn't do that. He grew to love them, and couldn't bear the thought of them fading away. Lots of people hate it or think that its some cruel form of mockery, but I think it was PK's fatherly affection manifesting in the only way he could show it after sentencing them to die- by making sure that even if they went unknown by everyone around them, the magnitude of their sacrifice would not be forgotten. Them and the dreamers, of course, but the dreamers are sort of secondary to Hollow being the centerpiece, so they're not really what he was going for there

I also think that the 'only death that matters' thing refers to how the gods work in Hallownest, because that seems to be the method PK was using to kill the Radiance, and the method that he tried to use on himself after the kingdom fell. A god will only die when they are damned to fade into obscurity, so putting up a monument to a god's child is kind of a really really major thing to do, even if the people themselves don't know of Hollow's divinity

#piraticoctopus #hollow knight #reply #the pale king #the hollow knight #pale king #pure vessel #the pure vessel #i have so many emotions about that damn statue aughhh

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canonicallysoulmates · 1 year

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J2 Gold Panel Vegascon 2023

Going to jump right into questions, with regards to Radio Company what gets written first melody or lyrics? Jared jokingly answers that he just starts humming in the shower and right when he's washing under his left armpit he knows it's gonna be good 😆

Actual answer, Jensen and Steve usually come up with a melody and then start humming where the words might go and from there they try to come up with the lyrics that fit the melody. Jared says he was actually listening to a podcast that morning where they were talking about Paul McCartney creating Get Back and they said he was walking around humming the melody he had in his head and that's how he went figuring out the lyrics.

Jensen says that's probably the most common way of doing it, that writing a poem and then trying to put music to those words would be more difficult. x

Without mentioning the cast and crew, what do they miss most about being Sam and Dean? And what was the hardest part of them to drop for their next character? Jared needs a minute to think about his answer so Jensen says he'll answer first; the first thing he did after SPN was The Boys and the thing he was most fearful of was using Dean's voice, that luckily he had Kripke and Phil Sgriccia watching his back and he remembers there might have been a couple of takes where Sgriccia had to step in and point out to him he was doing Dean's voice. But he'll take Kripke's word that he never saw Dean in Soldier Boy so that was the pat on the back that he was looking for but the voice was a hard thing to drop.

As for the thing he misses the most, it's hard for him to come up with something other than the camaraderie of a set that's been working together for the better part of two decades. That one of his favorite things about what he does for a living is the morning set walk, getting to the trailer and then walking over to maybe get some breakfast and saying hi to the catering crew and seeing the morning kind of come to life as everybody gets ready, that feeling and the camaraderie that exists between the whole crew and the cast, and everyone gearing up for a day that's going to be at least 12 to 14 hours which is what SPN was- everybody was gearing up for battle and he misses those morning moments with people that he knew so well; he still gets that he got it on Big Sky, he's gotten to know those people but it will be hard to ever know their crew as well as they knew their SPN crew.

Jared concurs, he says that he does have 2 and a half to 3yrs of experience with his Walker cast and crew so that's starting but on SPN it wasn't just knowing somebody's name or what they did for a living it was knowing when they got married or when they lost someone, they really knew the people they worked with and that's a product of time. He will say that for him on Walker he gives kudos to Fricke and Fahey who were kind of co-running the writers' room at times because he felt out of sorts but during the first season of Walker, Cordell is also out of sorts so it kind of worked. He felt weird as Jared but Cordell also felt weird.

Something random for him that has been an adjustment is that Walker doesn't have long setups, they don't shoot studio mode often where there's a bunch of lighting so on SPN he and Jensen would shoot a scene then they'd have like half an hour to do whatever, on Walker they're always ready because it's not so crisp if there's a shadow on your face or you're partially obscured by another actor it's not a big deal. So a day of work on Walker is shorter but it's kind of a sprint, on SPN they would shoot 14hrs, sometimes 16, Bugs was around 18 they even had a third lunch cause if you're doing a night shoot and only have the location for a day you have to get it done.

Jensen brings up that they never referred to any meal on set as dinner it was either lunch or second meal no matter what time they were actually eating, and Jared adds that every year, at least once a year they'd be eating "lunch" at 1am. Breakfast would be at 6pm and lunch would be at midnight.

Jensen also mentions there's also things they probably can't talk about, things they kind of grandfathered in because they had started so long ago, when they started SPN they were shooting on 35mm film, he doesn't know of any show that films on actual film anymore. But there were things they started to do early on that established that's just their behavior that no other cast could get away with for example back when they started the show social media wasn't what it is today so their contracts didn't include any SM clauses but when SM became more popular, around 2012 every season they would have a piece of paper in their trailer that were the SM guidelines and they were supposed to sign it, it was a commitment between them and the studio and the network that they would follow certain protocol via their personal SM accs. And every year they would crumble it up and toss it away, didn't sign it once.

They got left to their own devices and Jensen comments that's something he misses because now that they're on new shows they're having to follow the rules a little more closely while it was the wild west on SPN. x

I'm just going to point out what I think all of us have noticed which is that the boys SM has changed over the past couple of years sometimes a lot of the times not even sounding like them. Just something to think about in connection to this comment Jensen made about now having to follow the rules more closely.

Jensen reveals he would have scotch tastings at lunch, Jared says if it was like midnight on a Friday. He also shares that for the first few seasons for their birthdays, they would get each other an entire keg of beer put it in the trailer, and just drink it all day while working throughout the day they'd go and get themselves some beer like they were in college and everyone in production just pretended not to see what they were doing. But as they got older the amount went decreasing until it was just a six-pack.

Another thing Jared brings up is that because they filmed in Canada they don't recognize American Thanksgiving which is an important holiday for the boys so during s1 they were scheduled to work the full week and they were like that's cool but we're going to be watching the Cowboys game, they were shooting like an hour away from Van and their plan was to find the nearest place that had the game on and go there to watch it so what production did was get a portable satellite dish so they could watch the game in their trailer and stay closer to set but then they were like "why don't we have this all the time?" and so from that moment on they had TV in their trailer, and people would be surprised by that even Stephen Amell was surprised, sometimes their teams would even have to get there early to set up the satellite.

Also, Jared makes it clear that while they sound like heathens they always got their work done on time, they always knew their lines, knew their marks, hung their wardrobe, all that stuff. x

By the way, them reminiscing and sharing stories takes up a huge chunk of the panel, they only got through 4 questions, but it is one of the best panel segments I have seen in a very long time, I loved hearing these men share some of the crazy shit they were able to get away with I highly recommend seeing it for your self.

Would they be on Hot Ones, and how well do they think they would do? They both immediately say yes! And Jared gets all excited because he became obsessed with Hot Ones, and met the host, Sean Evans, in the green room of a UFC fight.

Jared saw him across the room and got all giddy, and baby girl is about to break into giggles remembering that they had eye contact for a moment, so he goes to Evans and tells him he's a really big fan and that he'd love to be on the show and it turns out they've tried to get both of them on the show! And Jared did not know that! So he was like "what???!!! why don't we do it?" and after that Jared went online and ordered a bunch of super hot sauces and he ordered one called Dave's Ghost Pepper hot sauce (the name is actually Ghost Pepper Jolokia Sauce by Daves Gourmet. Neither Jared nor I are responsible for anybody who decides to try that sauce.) which is supposed to be really spicy and he decided he was going to train and he put it some on a plate and dipped a chip in and got a bunch and everything above his clavicle started draining. For an hour or two he couldn't do anything he was a snotty, teary, drooly mess. Milk my boy. Milk. Or another dairy product, he had too much hot sauce so it wouldn't take the full burn away but it would have helped. Also, he's so lucky that didn't result in getting mouth ulcers. But he'd love to do it, and he'd like to do it with Jensen and MC, and he thinks he'd do alright.

Jensen says he would not tap out that he'd just let his face melt off. x

Last question, what has been the best part about wrapping up such a momentous project? For Jared, it's that he finally started to allow himself to be proud of it 🥹

Something he and Jensen talked about for 15 and a half years is that when you're in it, when you still have a job to do you can't really toot your own horn or pat yourself in the back, but now with it in the rearview mirror he's like yeah that was pretty fucking cool, we did work our asses off, we did grow up a lot, we did learn this and that, and make these friendships. At the time he was like don't tell me how cool it is cause I still have to wake up and do eight pages or watch this video on a fight I have to do but now that it's "behind" them he can go 'man that was cool'.

Jensen was proud of the fact that they went out while still firing on all cylinders. That one of his biggest fears was that the show would start to decline in its quality and that it was hard to still be performing and telling a story and loving the characters and playing at that level and walk away but something he and Jared had talked about is that they didn't want to stick around until it started to decline or until the audience lost interest and they started caring less and not putting in the effort. He still feels like they went out after winning the Super Bowl and that's something he's proud of and he thinks it's one of the reasons why they can still talk about it because it wasn't dying, it was still very much alive, it still had a lot to give, and that it still is giving, it's kind of living on through the cons and he thinks that's just setting up the return at some point.

I don't agree with Jensen POV regarding the quality of the show but I'm really glad that he's so proud of the work that he and Jared put forward because he should be; the writing might have gone down in later seasons but these two always gave it their all and put their best work forward.

Jared adds that something he tells his kids when they're upset about losing a game is: did you try your best? He is very competitive with himself, he just wants to be the best he can be and do the best he can so if he gets home one night and he's won whatever game but didn't give it his best he feels worst than if he had lost and done his best. He'll never beat Lebron James in a one-on-one game but if he works really hard and he can maybe dribble a couple times without him stealing it and dunking on him he'll lose but he'd have done the best he could do, and he'll say this he and Jensen are both aware that some episodes were not as good as others but every day, every scene, every line they gave it everything they had. Yes, you did baby. x

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#j2 tinhat #also i love how they kept saying THEIR trailer #j2 #mine #noniwtv

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weasleywinchester · 2 years

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Please Don’t Tell Anyone (Pt. 3)

Part 1 | Part 2

Poe Dameron x female reader

You know, I always try to keep cute fluffy ideas in my brain, and this literally came to me as I got in the shower. So enjoy some fluff and shenanigans bought to you by Rey

P.S. it’s not essential to read the other parts, but it helps you understand a few references 🧡

P.P.S. I did use a fluff prompt from someone’s list, but I don’t have the link :(

“Are you checking me out?” Poe whispers across the board room table. You’ve been staring at him for what feels like eons, much like the duration of this meeting. You blink hard, eyes now focused on his full blown smirk, and frown.

“No. You’re obscuring my view.” You whisper harshley. Poe’s smirk turns into a frown as he spins his chair toward the presentation happening behind him.

Oh. He sighs. Maybe she did just mean lunch as a friend. His frown deepens, deciding he should probably pay attention.

“Hey you have one of those notepad things?” Rey huffs as she takes a seat beside you.

“The meeting started thirty minutes ago.” You point out.

“Jedi training.” She gives you a duh look. “ Notepad?” She makes a grabby motion with her hands.

“Just this one.” You quickly tear off your doodle page and hand it to her, along with a pen. “Since when do you write on paper?” You raise your brows as she starts scribbling.

“Leia said it would be good to write down what I see when I meditate. Might help me understand the force a bit better. Said it worked for one of Luke’s students.”

You nod. It did help you with your meditation, helped you think further on what the force was bringing to you.

Rey writes as much as she can until her hand cramps; which leads her to doodling. She liked drawing people, faces. It was something that her memory blocked about her parents for so long that she started drawing to engrain as many faces as she could into her brain.

She had seen over the course of many meetings that you always drew in the corners and the margins, a habit she happily adopted. But today there was a hidden surprise. As she shaded the small forest she had started, words began to appear. She quickly scribbled over the whole corner to reveal two words in your messy script:

Mrs. Dameron

Her eyes dart to the back of Poe’s head, and then to the side of your face. Finn’s not going to believe this. She smiles to herself.

When the meeting finally ends Rey quickly skips to your office and waits for you.

“You sprinted out of that meeting just to meet me here?” You laugh, punching your code in.

“Though I’d return your notepad before it became mine forever.” She laughs tossing it on your desk.

“How thoughtful.” You roll your eyes, taking a seat at your desk.

“Left my forest doodle at the top, figured you’d enjoy it.” She smiles extra wide.

“You ok?” You raise your brows at her. Your smile is freakin me out…

“Mmhmm.” She nods, putting her chin in her hands as she leans on the desk. You give her another look before grabbing the notepad and putting it back inside your clipboard. And then you see it. Mrs. Dameron rubbed over with the pen. Fuck me.

“Didn’t realize you had a thing for pilots…”

You bite down on your tongue. You know you can’t deny it, that’ll just make her run off and tell Poe… or worse Finn.

“Please don’t tell anyone.” You plead. “Especially Finn.” You point at her. She holds her hands up in surrender but the smile on her face says nothing but trouble.

_______

“Rey said this is for you.” The receptionist smiles as you collect the day's mail. You mumble a thanks as you scan over the data from the last week. You rip open the envelope to reveal a second envelope; but the second one says

For Mrs. (Y/N) Dameron

You slap the envelope to your chest and scurry into your office, sliding the door shut.

“If she doesn’t kill me, I’ll kill her.” You chuckle to yourself. You open the envelope and inside is a a doodle of you and Poe hugging BB8.

Aww. Damn you Rey for making something so cute. You slide it into one of the frames you have your desk that faces you, and smile.

_______

You stretch your neck as you walk to your locker, stiff from the latest patrol. Eager to get your flight suit off you fling your locker open.

“Shit!” You jump. There’s a drawing of Poe hanging from the locker shelf.

“Hey, how was your patrol?” Finn asks. You quickly rip the drawing down, grabbing a book and shoving it in the cover.

“Fine! Fine.” You nervously shrug, flashing him a smile.

“You ok?” He cocks an eyebrow.

“Ya, totally…” you giggle. Too much, calm down.

“Ok… you wanna hang tonight? Poe and Rey have the night off too.” He hikes his thumb over his shoulder. You’re being really weird and jumpy… kinda like Poe when Finn discovered him putting plants in your office.

“Ya, ya. Uh, that’s good. I actually have to talk to Rey about something anyways.” You smile, closing your locker and backing away. “I’ll see you tonight!” You awkwardly stick your hand in the air and take off running.

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You don’t stop until you're safely back inside your room. You slip the drawing out of the book and look at it. It’s a beautiful portrait of him; extremely detailed and life-like. So much so you could have sworn you’d seen it somewhere before.

The sound of something scraping along the floor pulls your eyes away and you see another envelope addressed to Mrs. Dameron. You open the door but she’s already gone. You quickly open the envelope to reveal another drawing, but this one is much more risqué.

“I’m going to kill you.” You tell the empty room before throwing both drawings on your bed and hitting the shower.

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“I love this couch.” You mumble as you lay across the whole thing. You hear a little excited wooooaaw as BB8 comes barreling toward you.

“Hey BB, whatchya got?” You smile as his little arm holds out a piece of paper. The front says Mrs. Dameron and you quickly rip it from BB8’s grasp. He gives a surprised beep, backing up a little.

“Sorry bud, didn’t mean to scare you.” You pat his belly as you open the paper.

“She scarin you buddy?” Poe coos at him, sitting next to your feet.

“I didn’t mean too!” You playfully cry out. This time instead of a drawing there’s a picture of you and Poe. You’re not sure who took it or when but you and Poe are both full blown cheesin at the camera.

“Does that say Dameron on it?” Finn leans over the back of the couch, tilting his head to try and see the paper better.

“What?! No!” You instantly tuck the paper under your arm.

“What was it?” Poe taps your feet, and you raise them so he can scoot over to let Finn sit next to him.

“Just something from Rey.” You wave them off.

“What about me?” She smirks, handing Finn the bucket of snacks and standing in front of your face.

“I got your note.” You glare at her, sitting up.

“Did you like it?” She asks. The boys start talking about what movie to watch so you turn your back to them.

“How did you get so much detail?” You ask under your breath.

“Mm. First one was off one of the pictures you took when you had the three of us model for you.” She smiles, sticking a gummy blurg in her mouth.

“And the one you slid under the door?” The smile on her face gets wider, and you can tell she’s trying to hold in a laugh.

“That was mainly Kaydel. We took some liberties.” She giggles.

“I’m going to kill you both.” You shake your head, turning to the boys.

#poe dameron x plus size reader #poe dameron x y/n #poe x female reader #poe dameron fluff #poe dameron reader insert #poe and bb8 #poe dameron #rey skywalker #finn star wars #weasleywinchester

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hairierduballs · 2 years

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Kimothy Skills?!?!

The idea to invent different skills for Kim was inspired by my reading of @jewish-kermit's fic A Cage, Looking For A Bird. I have taken the idea of the Speed Freak skill from them. Full credit, it simply brought me too much joy not to include it.

All other skills are completely made up by me, no duplicates although many intentionally fulfill similar functions as Harry's. Same amount, 24, but in my mind they are formatted into a different set of categories: Consideration, Professionalism, Revelation and Physicality. So, here we go...

DEDUCTION — Analyse the clues. Engage in fact-based meiosis.

Deduction. It's the bread and butter of every Detective there ever was. In fact, do I really need to explain this one to you? Slam those clues against each other and come to some sort of conclusion yourself, Lieutenant.

VISUALISATION — Blink your mind's eye. Come to understanding.

Your eyesight may be bad, but your imagination is...well, also pretty bad. Visualisation is more about putting the pieces together, anyway. Feel the connections between things, observe the "big picture". *Mind palace* that shit -- who knows, maybe you'll find something cool in there.

INFERNAL ENGINE — Feel the burn. Maintain the momentum.

The Infernal Engine of your police-issued Coupris Kineema howls at half five in the morning. Whether or not you're driving away from a crime scene, from the threat of poverty, or from something more fundamental, the point remains -- this job don't stop, baby! You've got work to do, and you need the Infernal Engine to keep you going. You'll take a break next month. Or next year. Probably.

STICK SHIFT — Slide to the left. Slide to the right...

With Stick Shift, you can deftly change the course of any conversation or investigation. They won't notice, and even if they do, it won't matter -- that's how slick you are. Directing towards one topic, skirting away from another -- Wa-hey! What's more to say? You're good at this.

KNOWLEDGE — Consult the annals. Cross-reference.

Knowledge is your...knowledge. It's a brain box containing everything you've determined to be true about the world. There's some obscure trivia in there, sure, some subcultural familiarity, but mostly there is simply rote and practical understanding. Regardless, you're going to need Knowledge if you want to connect a fingernail fragment or magazine clipping to the world around and outside it.

SKEPTICISM — Keep yourself in check. Accept your throne.

A healthy dose is good for anyone. Skepticism is your ability to challenge ideas thrown at you from others, or from your own brain. It's an inkling inside you, saying "Hold on!". It's also your ability to redirect that "Hold on!" to others, though often in much snider ways. Take everything with a grain of salt, and then throw that salt into other people's faces. Oh, yeah. You're the King of Salt, now. Your kingdom rejoices.

PRIORITISATION — Assess...Then, reassess.

Prioritisation -- the key to efficiency. You're not going to sit there with a jumbled, unordered list of tasks like a madman. How the hell would anyone even live like that? No, you're going to:

Assess importance.

Assess urgency.

Enumerate.

See, doesn't that feel better already?

PERSONAL AFFAIRS — Give in to the gossip. Provide a consolatory pat.

Unfortunately, an attunement towards Personal Affairs is essential to any Detective. It will help you to manage unstable witnesses, and, crucially, even more unstable coworkers. Read the room. Solve the case by recalling that one far too intimate anecdote. Does creating a whole section of your brain solely to store these things help? Well, I certainly hope so.

IMPRESSION — Manage your image. Tap in to the social world.

Impression lets you understand the way you come across to others, and to adjust accordingly. It gives you an understanding of social custom and societal roles. Taken to its extreme, Impression is what allows you to slip on a mask, go undercover. Only when *absolutely necessary*, of course, of course.

DEADPAN — Raise that eyebrow. Monotonize that vocal tone.

Deadpan is your secret weapon. Sure, you aren't the most classically intimidating man, but a grim and unwavering expression can go a long way. Kind of an "I'm not mad, I'm just disappointed," thing you've got going on. It's also quite improving your comedy chops, by the way.

WALK-ING-CLOSET — Save face. Compartmentalize.

You need not cower in the Walk-Ing-Closet anymore. No, instead, it slips over you like a cloak when you call it, and you pretend the choice means it doesn't hurt. You pretend it doesn't weigh a thing, the creaking wooden structure you carry on your back, ill-fitting for someone now fully grown. The Closet can offer you much: approval, belonging, the allure of things *formal* and *appropriate*. It's evolved, too, diversified -- can hide anything at all these days. Don't be too hard on it. Unless it accidentally swallows you whole.

TACT — Nod politely. Just keep nodding, trust me.

Delicate and difficult situations abound in your line of work. Tact is what allows you to interact with your fellow man without stepping on any toes or causing unnecessary discomfort. It's infectious, seeking to make others maintain the balance as well -- by asking them in the most unimposing way possible, of course.

HOMELAND — Put your ear to the ground. Listen to La Revacholiere. (...PLEASE...KIM...)

Revachol is your Homeland, truly. And she loves you -- whispers to you, always, though you may on occasion be too ignorant and self-assured to hear it. She has so many incredible things to tell you if only you'll listen. Many terrible things, too, but in her arms it is warm and comfortable and almost -- *almost* -- safe.

DESIRE — Indulge the highest and lowest of needs. Alternatively, ignore them, I suppose.

Desire is the beast within you, growth-stunted, feral from hunger, and so, so alone. Everybody needs love, companionship and joy. From everything as small and innocent as smelling a flower, to everything not so small and not so innocent. Really, have you not abused it enough? This is what Desire yowls to you in the moments in-between, when the engine noises have subsided and the darkness rules.

WOUND WIRE — Pay attention to the little things. Wink-nudge the world.

Wound Wire keeps you on your toes. Feeling vibes, picking up cues, Wound Wire allows split second assessments of the essence of an individual or the safety of a situation. It allows you to notice the way somebody wields language, interpret subtext, and not miss the shape of a gun in somebody's pocket. The years of being a detective have honed these instincts. Years of being other things, too.

SUBCONSCIOUS — Suppress a twitch. Feel an ache in the back of your head.

You don't call it a hunch. You don't call it intuition. Maybe that's why you *do* call it Subconscious, because it's been beaten down, obscured by layers, so it can only break through in ways that aren't monitored, perhaps aren't even noticed. It's calls are important, though. It lets you know when an investigation is complete, or when you've missed something -- to move on or to double back. If you've cracked it, or if you are where you're meant to be, Subconscious is the first one setting off the fireworks.

COMPASSION — Experience a twinge. Extend your goodwill.

Compassion is the voice inspiring you to care. It's a restlessness to ease the suffering of the world. It helps you to interpret how somebody's feeling, and then formulate steps to reduce the pain. It isn't intimate. No, Compassion is a lens through which to view the world, and consequently a pane of glass you can only brush your fingers against, never to breach it. But it's the reason you became a cop, isn't it? Oh...you aren't sure? Well, nonetheless, you'll quickly lose all nerve without it.

DOLDRUMS — Drop your face into your hands. Raise a licked finger into the air.

Doldrums is the weariness in your bones. The endless, unsettling calm. An exhale of stale air, a whisper of a memory. You cannot tell whether you are living after, before, or in the eye of the storm. How many years now have you lived like this? (disillusioned) What looms on the horizon? Which warring forces rule this place? Turn to the wind, maybe it will tell you.

SPEED FREAK — "CRISS CROSS! CRISS CROSS!"

Something itches in your fingers. You see a new motorcarriage and yearn to rip yourself through the heights of its speed limit. You see a pinball machine and self-hatingly urge to push past any and all possible high scores. Oh, yes, you need to win. You need to prove something. You need to go buck-fucking-wild. Don't deny it any longer. ITS S-S-S-SPEEDFREAKKKK!!!!!!! AND IT CANNOT. BE. DENIEDDDD.

TOUCH-SENSE — Run your fingers over Elysium. Ground yourself.

Touch-Sense is your favourite of the senses. Familiar, it smiles like an old friend. It's you reaching blindly in the morning for your glasses, feeling the rising sun on the back of your hand. On other days, it's feeling the rain. This is both observation and meditation. You are here, the rolling droplets tell you. You are here.

EMBODIMENT — Control yourself. See and be seen.

How well can you feel your fingers? Your toes? Are you paying attention to what every part of you is doing? Your every whim can be betrayed in the minutia of your bodily movements -- you know this because you look for it in others every day. Embodiment is here to help. It's your fortitude within, your mastery over, your ability to stymie any physical response to pain, squeeze those tears back in, and tame your own bladder. Yeah. That last one is pretty important.

MUSCLE MEMORY — Accomplish all manner of verbs. Through the body, remember.

Muscle Memory is essential for all aspects of survival. It is your ability to function as a system, a physical being, enabling you to drive that car, catch that object, hit a perfect Ace's High and an even perfect-er Aces Low. Additionally, it is...to shudder. The unknowable depths of yourself exist in the invisible instincts.

MECHANICS — Understand the system. Worship shined metal.

Mechanics is what allows you to interface with technology. It lets you engine-tinker and lock-pick to your hearts content. You're eager to tear things apart, locate the purpose of every screw. If highly proficient, everything becomes cold and machine-like to you -- monitoring a drug operation, you understand the chain easily, people blurring into cogs and gears. Is this the specter of capitalist dehumanisation and commodification, or a helpful adaptation? Logically -- detachedly -- Mechanics wants to answer that question, as well.

FLASHPOINT — Let the body take control. See it through.

Flashpoint is the moment of reckoning. You're going to need it if you want to survive those millisecond-made decisions that change the course of everything. And it's the body making the decisions now, not the mind. Blink. Take a half-breath in. Will you dodge the bullet? Pull the trigger? Or, will you falter?

P.S.

LOL I really just wanted to write some body-based skills that would be more interesting to me...more flavour, yes...Anyway in terms of how skills would manifest for Kim I imagine it more as automatic writing adjacent rather than *thoughts* or *voices* like Harry. Just an idea.

Hope you found this interesting!

#been really fun to work on this these last couple of days :)#somebody just needs to bully me into writing an actual fic now #disco elysium #kim kitsuragi #my best friend kim kitsuragi

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tachvintlogic · 1 year

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It's a weird feeling being first

It's weird making a fic for a piece of media with the knowledge that it's going to be the first fic for that media (on AO3 at least).

You put the title of the book, play, movie, show, whatever it is in the fandom tag. It doesn't show up in the autocomplete, but it's not that surprising as it's a little obscure. Same thing with all the character names.

You save the draft. You click on the tags for the fandom and the characters. Out of curiosity. See if there are other works, or if there are characters in other pieces of media with the same name.

They're all blank. There are no fics that use them. Any of them.

And you realize...

You're the first. You're the only one so far who's written a fic for this piece of art. Definitely on AO3, maybe even on the internet in general. It feels preposterous. You know other people have read it. Surely you're not the only one. Surely not the first.

But you are.

And not only that, but for all those who come after you, if anyone does, you set the standard. You have to chose the name for the fandom tag. You have to chose the names for the characters. These will be the names the fandom and the characters are known by on AO3.

What is the best name to give this character? Their full name? Or what they are most often referred to as? Nickname? Is their full name even given? Will you have to scour the original work to find it? Should you specify the media they come from in parentheses to avoid future confusion? What are you even supposed to do if they have 2 first names one formal and one informal?

Should his name be fucking Jack or John??????????????

Better hope you don't misspell anything. That could be a disaster.

It feels like too big a responsibility for it to be your fic, especially this particular fic. It should be something else, something maybe more representative of the actual work.

But unless someone else comes along to fill that responsibility, or you write something else, it's going to have to be you and this fic.

Maybe that's fine. Once the groundwork is laid down, other people will start writing fics to populate the tags.

Or maybe that fic will stand alone, with no friends to accompany it. It may go for years without so much as a partner, or for decades, or centuries, or be lonely until the very end of AO3 and perhaps digital storage as a whole.

#writing #when I starting reading the lightning conductor #I knew I wanted to write a fic about Rattray #it was going to read like a post on a r/talesfromsomething subreddit #where knowledgeable technician deals with problem from hell #then I saved the draft and checked the tags and went #oh #I'm first #and it's weird #because it doesn't feel at all like the kinds of fics I would expect the book to spawn

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royalreef · 2 years

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Anonymous inquired: if you ever decide to release all your world building notes n stuff you have for miranda and the merkingdom i feel a lot of us would love to see it! just from what you show on the blog right now, you've put so much amazing work into the lore of this blog and the redesigns you've done

(( I might! Some day!

Right now the biggest thing holding me back is pretty simple, in that all of my lore is... very disorganized right now. I have some very outdated Google docs ( 12, to be exact... Most over 10 pages long, to give you a reference ), and all of my many, many lore posts on here, on my personal sideblog, and on the NSFT sideblog — but most of my lore, and my most up-to-date lore, is all on Discord in various conversations with friends, or it’s being kept in my head. I have also started a note-keeping journal on the go, and I have other notes on a personal server that I can just toss my junk into, but again, neither of these are in a share-able state.

Likewise, I would REALLY want to doublecheck all of it, making sure it’s internally consistent, and there’s a lot of stuff I STILL haven’t finished yet! I’ve been seriously putting off actually fully mapping out what the merfolk vocal organ looks like, which I need to do first before I move on into their languages, as I really do want to create several conlangs to reflect what they’re speaking. Language is incredibly important to merfolk, so having that is a cornerstone I still refuse to work on in this whole project, as I kind of... do NOT want to figure out grammar or sentence structure or anything. I’d also want to put some study into music for that too, since so much of their language is song and music ties heavily into how they think of the world, but, surprisingly, I am notoriously musically un-talented. My family are all big into music, but it skipped a generation for me. But I need all of this before I can start actually drawing out what their written language looks like, and similarly, I need to figure out how I want to handle the written/spoken/signed language divide, since merfolk senses are incredibly different to our own.

This is not even to mention more fully fleshing out the other merfolk species and cultures, which I’ve kind of also been dragging my feet on, since it’s just... A lot. And I only have so much spoons I can allocate to so much at a time.

Beyond even that too — I’ve long been thinking that I might, eventually, make my worldbuilding into its own independent project. It wouldn’t be hard to slice off the remaining threads of Monster Prom still holding onto it, and my work on the Redesign Universe has kind of been a result of this. That said, if I ever do fully make it its own project, I wouldn’t want to share all of my lore here, and might never share the lore bible in its entirety based on what I end up going with. It’s complicated, and while it might not occur for a LONG while, it’s still a thought and an impulse enough to make me hesitate.

And lastly, I just kinda like when people can discover the world and lore on their own! I like a decent exploratory aspect, and yeah of course I’ll share it OOC with someone if they just come up and ask me whatever they want to know, but I also think it’s just downright fun to have them learn things alongside their muse. I like to have that option for people! I know it’s not for everyone, but hey, that’s why I say over and over that you can just ask me and I’ll tell you, though I might doublecheck and make sure you’re okay with getting all the secrets long before they show up naturally.

Unfortunately, this aspect has ultimately kind of... died off, I suppose, since the RPC seems to be changing and leaning away from long-form and long-running continuities that grow and extrapolate on themselves, so I guess I worry sometimes about not being able to show it off at all anymore. It’s not supposed to be this obscure or hard to find, not really, not if you just keep at it, but you can’t really do that in shorter threads, shorter replies, less serious content, etc etc etc. More than anything, I guess I’m just used to showing off this information in a certain way, and that way is no longer a liable method to use.

#Most secret royal advisor || OOC #Dreaded rumors || Asks #The masked ball || Anonymous #(( its just kind of extra exhausting too because #(( if you know me. i hate shorter/lighter roleplays and LOVE longer/heavier stuff.#(( i am All Plot All The Time #(( but there's not been a lot of chances to dig into plot lately so like. yaknow.

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Hello! ♡

Oh no I agree I feel Kuko would be his usual self! I just think like you said he'd have a hard time saying no to you cause it's you asking it of him. Of course there would be times where he feels you could have just done it, but he loves you so he'll do it lol

Kuko wouldn't be Kuko if he wasn't swearing and getting into fights after all ♡ (We love him just the way he is)

Oh of course Jiro and Saburo want you and Ichiro to be together! They want their big brother to be happy and they know how much you brighten his day, of course they're gonna wanna help him do something nice for you! I feel like it'd start with them giving him suggestions before they go full research mode with the shojo manga. It would be super cute and I'm sure it'd be a Valentine's Day you'll remember!

See, that's the thing! I think since Sasara and Rosho are so close he would be a great wing man, which is why I feel the moment Sasara knows it's you who Rosho likes he just starts trying to help him out! Like I'm sure I would have seen and heard about Sasara from Rosho (when he gets up the nerve to have conversations with me) but I can just imagine my first official meeting with him would be him introducing himself and then immediately trying to sell Rosho to me with corny pickup lines and stuff like you said!

I also feel he will be straight forward and want Rosho to actually do the confession part himself (and encourage him to interact with me!) A good wingman but still the clown we know and love! ♡

AHHH I'm at work right now so I'll have to take a picture when I get home but I got a pin and a keychain! It's so cute! I really like it when they use more obscure or less known Sanrio characters! They deserve some love and it introduces them to people who may not have heard of them before! But I agree, Gudetama would have been a good choice!

Thank you! ♡

UWAHHHHHH SORRY ITS BEEN A FEW DAYS!!!! I finally moved into a whole new state of the country and it’s really toasty!! Fuwahhhh!~! I wanna go bask in the summer sun… Ah, Winter sun!! It’s amazing and it’s already brightening my mood to write back and respond to everyone!! So, good morning wherever you are on our planet!! Kuko taking you on a date… Set a timer and see how long it lasts before you guys get kicked out of a place!! But I think he could still make it fun with you by his side hehe!~!

Valentine’s with Ichiro where he acts out scenes from Shojo manga, he probably secretly wishes I would catch his references. And I would!! He’s such a sweetie and knowing he got help from his brothers is really cute… Ichiro has been taking care of them for a very long time with little to no help and it’s extremely charming. He’s a very responsible person and I put my faith in him to make our Valentine’s Day very romantic and lovely. I’ll reward him with a kiss on the cheek!~!

Sasara is like a proud mother showing off her son to the cute new girl. “Look at how handsome he is!! Absolutely future husband material!! He’s also great at math which will always keep you financially stable!!” Or something like that. Please remain patient!!!!! Rosho.exe crashes often but he’s working on it!! I think he’d still have trouble speaking with you even after getting together. He’s just so amazed to have bagged such a cutie… Is he dreaming?!????

Ahhhhhh I can’t wait to see the pin!! I’m super excited I love charms and pins and stuff like that!! Especially when they’re obscure characters I agree!! For a long time Badtz Maru was considered obscure until he became a closer friend of Hello Kitty’s!!

Also, I like how you say thank you at the end of your asks. It’s very charming haha. <3 <3 <3

#ask the devil #⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧sugarcookiesheep

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I AM FINALLY HOME AND CAN READ THIS!!!

First of all thank you, really, for writing this for me. I do hope more people are interested and can enjoy this wonderful “behind the scenes” you know I love to hear about the creative progress and ideas, inspirations and any other interesting things.

That “everything is there for a reason” really opened my eyes to the way I analyse media, now I actively look for extra clues and see if they are developed later (it also helps me improve my writing, but that’s a different thing)

So funny how a little, innocent comment can start things, the same thing as a snowflake can become a huge avalanche. I will make sure to thank your bestie later for watering the seed *wink*

I love the way your brain works

Ambrosia was clear to me but SPIROS?? Never thought about looking up the last name

*adds portland to the list of places i wanna visit in the US*

I WAS WONDERING ABOUT THE TITLE!!!! It makes so much sense OMG

Damn, girl, all the hard work you put into this ASIDE from the writing. Hats off to you, you are my idol.

HSH deserves to die in every story ever written

Oh the LORE!! but you are right, the idea might be the same, but how do you interpret it? That's where you have to think the most! I think it was really well done. I do remember the reference to amber’s eyes in the chapter with Jooheon and Changkyun.

I really liked the idea of vampires having some sort of culture, i mean there has to be something holding them back, as much as possible.

But really, the idea of amber having the ichor AND the blood is amazing. Giving and taking life, a double-edged sword

YES the brother’s back stories!!! My dad is an artist and one of the things that stayed with me was his advice when drawing a person. You have to start from the inside out, you have to imagine the bones and then the muscles and then the skin and the details, that’s what your outlines are, the bone, muscles and flesh are there, even if we just get to see the skin

WEREWOLVES!!!! I will be forever grateful you included them

Kai!!!! I’m not ready to talk about him!!! You made the *perfect* villain, he is charming, handsome, vulnerable and he has potential for redemption. I am not kidding when I tell you I fell in love with him and that I would have been so, so SO tempted to give in to him. If he wasn’t competing with the whole MX i would have been in trouble

And the style, yes, yes, yes. Everything to the yes. I noticed the change! Evey character speaks different, and not only that is feel *natural* and it certainly feels as *them*

“Kai wants to feel happiness again, and basking in Amber’s warmth is a big part of that.” please end my suffering

I will say it again, i love your brain. I am just happy there is more information available, before you would have had to live in a library

I will read STS again and try to find more details this time!!!

As I said it before am not ready to let go

Hasta la próxima

I know you forgive me for being behind on asks because I used the time write the smuttiest oneshot I've ever written, but I'm sorry I took so long to answer this!

It's funny because, as a writer, I could tell you each reason I included a sentence or a word or a detail if you just pointed to it. I'm that fanatical about my own writing. It's kind of sad lol. So if there's every something that piques your interest, you can ask me, and I'll explain why it's there.

The title! Yes, ahaha, I knew that the name would go over basically everyone's head because it's pretty obscure (I mean, I had never heard of it either before research), but it felt like the right thing to do. The desire to explain everything to a reader as you see it in your head is very strong, but it also defeats the point a lot of times. My favorite things are the things where I'm left to do the work as a spectator. I feel fulfilled googling names and words I'm curious about. So lots of times I don't explicitly call out something and hope the reader picks up on it. If not, no harm, no foul for the enjoyment of the story, but it will leave something extra special if you do. But since you asked, you get the full explanation. ;)

Creating an AU/AT is exhausting omg. There are so many things to think about and so many layers to include. I have a feeling when I go back and reread, I will be annoyed with myself for forgetting things, but overall, the world feels rather complete, so I don't have too much to complain about.

I love what your dad said about painting because, you're right, it is true for world-building (and character-building), too. You have to have good bone structure to support the weight of the narrative, and that's a challenge, but with effort comes payoff. I'm happy with the payoff of STS.

Kai... The old trope of wanting to fix the bad boy... I can't help but fall for it. He's a bad guy, and he's a vampire, but he did come out very human, and I'm such a ho for that, damnit. It's okay, my brain will write the fix-it fic for him and I will finally know peace (looooooooooooooool YEAH RIGHT HE'S A PLAGUE).

#new bestie!#succumbing to sybaris #behind the scenes #i have too much time on my hands #but also not enough wtf #i'm glad we're friends #you're the best reader lady come on!

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my proposal for tropes we as a fandom should adopt in all fanworks going forward: Duke Thomas edition

So every fandom has tropes and characterization quirks that have been generally accepted into fanon and, like, maybe? they were originally based on some obscure comic panel from the 80s or something but it doesn’t really matter because we’re all just,,, cool with it? Like for example- in the dc comics fandom, an art piece could show 3 of the bats that look virtually identical except one of them is holding a box of cereal so that one is obviously Dick Grayson. . . Y’know?

Anyway, these things usually come up naturally I guess but I’ve been here a while and it’s finally time to put my foot down. It’s high time for Duke Thomas to be more in fanon than “the sane one.” Because he might be the relatively new guy but he is certainly fears no gods or laws of the land just as much as the other bats, lemme tell ya.

TL;DR here are character quirks (”canon-based” or otherwise) that we should all really latch onto seriously I’m begging y’all to make at least one of these happen-

Duke “Habitually Jumping Out of Moving Vehicles” Thomas

This one’s actually based in canon y’all; Duke did indeed yeet himself out of the back of a cop car and off of a bridge (in We Are... Robin). Normalize Duke’s wearing knee and elbow pads as Signal because jumping out of a car turns out relatively fine once and then suddenly Batman’s rooftop disappearing act seems mellow compared to the amount of times Gordon has whipped his head around to see a now Signal-less backseat.

Like, he’s going 60 mph?? And he didn’t even hear the door open?? and tHE DOORS ARE STILL LOCKED??

Imagine this leaking into civilian life and Bruce waking up to a blurry photo of Duke mid-escape from a limousine on the front page of the Gotham Gazette.

(more under cut)

Duke “Puzzles are my Passion” Thomas

Duke is ~canonically~ very skilled at both solving and concocting riddles (as a child during that time where The Riddler just,,, controlled Gotham, he worked non-stop on riddles, trying to make the perfect one). Please y’all- let Duke solve puzzles. Have the other bats ask him for help after 36 hours straight of brooding over some brainteaser that Duke works out within the half-hour. He texts a picture of the solution scribbled out on loose leaf in the margins of his pre-calc homework because this boy shows his work.

My guy is a word-cross FIEND. A mind-sweeper speed-runner. That guy who mails into the Gazette to correct a solution in the “fun & games” section and also ps that photo is not of me I am simply a polite young man who is much too busy writing into the paper in the year 2021 to jump out of limos-

I also would love to see this integrated into the type of cases he investigates / runs into on his daytime patrol. Like, obviously the criminal activity is going to dramatically differ before and after sundown, but that doesn’t make Duke’s work any easier or less important. It’s a different skillset; he has to work differently. Instead of jumping into fights, halting mob meetings, saving civilians in dark allies, etc. Duke has to sort through all of the moving pieces before they all converge into something catastrophic.

It’s a known fact that criminal organizations in Gotham make and execute a lot of behind-the-scenes plans during the day specifically not to run into the bats. And Duke knows and monitors this shit all by himself; his work is crucial to logistics and information gathering for the bats as a whole. Now criminals have like, a 2 hour gap between bat-shifts to try and get stuff done. But Duke would 100% set traps on timers or lead them on this pre-set convoluted goose chase to distract them until the night bats come out and to let himself enjoy the whole thing playing out on the news while he finishes homework that’s due at midnight.

Duke “I Know a Guy” Thomas

So in going off of the basic concept for the “We Are. . . Robin” run in combination to his general likability, Duke has a lot of friends all around Gotham. Okay, sure, he doesn’t have a Super best friend or a Speedster on speed dial, but he does know this guy who details cars up on West 35th and will tell them all about the new mods on Black Mask’s transport vans if they come through the third floor window and bring takeout.

Bruce and Tim will be waiting for the facial recognition software to identify at least a partial match off of security cam footage when Duke pulls into the cave, takes one look at the screen, and says “Oh, that’s <insert name, address, abridged life story, and known associates here>.” This also brings in the opportunity for Duke to have some sort of perfect recall for faces, voices, names, etc. which I think could be a really cool element for his position as the batfamily member who has a lot more personal interaction with the people of Gotham.

I’m also into the idea of a lot of people knowing/telling stories about Duke. Not to reference the Chuck Norris meme but almost like the Chuck Norris meme lmao. Think about Jason mentioning his brother to someone and she replies, “Duke Thomas? Like that Duke Thomas? The one who swam across the harbor because he said it’d be faster than the subway and it actually was?” These stories have varying levels of truth to them but Duke will never confirm nor deny when he gets random calls from family members yelling “you dID WHAT”

So those are my top three, and the following is a little speed-round of headcanons :)

Duke has a super expressive face. Like when he’s relaxed around family, you can tell exactly what he’s thinking and how he’s feeling by his visual reactions to things

Duke rotates through picking up new and revisiting old hobbies at a pretty rapid pace. Some hobbies include: bullet journaling, origami, viola, cello, synth, conversational basics in multiple languages, up-cycling and embroidering clothes

Duke has a really fucking adorable smile. He can’t help it. He’ll try to grin sarcastically or smug to be annoying but his smile just cannot be anything other than endearing. He also has a very specific booming laugh that’s an absolute treasure to hear, because it’s the most genuinely happy thing ever.

Duke unironically enjoys Signal by Twice even though the first time he heard it was after Steph had set it as his morning alarm.

So.

Come and get your food, I guess.

Feel free to add on if you’d like! I’d love to see anything you guys write/draw/etc. based on anything from here if you feel compelled to do so!

Stay safe and be well :)

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how he grieves and mourns

Remember that panel (I CANT FIND ITTT) in the manhwa that implied (at least I understood it like that) Lucas destroyed Obelia after Athy was killed in her first life?

Let's clarify that I am only a manhwa reader, I haven't read the WMMAP novel.

Well, I just love the idea of Lucas going feral and protective because of Athy. And then, I was writing something before I could stop myself. It's just something short, but I haven't finished it and I have more ideas.

what if I write an AU where Athy isn't killed in her life but instead is kidnapped by god dragon Lucas who is tired of seeing Athy being neglected by his dad and decides HE will be the one to spoil her and love her and blablabla.

idk why I love the idea of Lucas being a dragon deity. anyways, I wrote it (a part of it?)

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The sky turned gray very quickly; nothing like the calmness of the obscure clouds that used to bring rain to Obelia during certain months of the year.

This time the sky burned.

So ardent and atrocious, cursing with all its immensity and magnitude. The sky became the host of the devil himself.

And the mortals implored. Yet Obelia burned for days, and since day one of this horrible tragedy the Empire was no more.

A pitiful end for such a once outstanding nation. A golden castle tore into pieces by claws, by god’s rage.

Much more time later, when Obelia was no longer a fresh catastrophe upon mortal minds and the earth was no longer quietly suffering the painful process of recovering from the devastation of death and fire, history scholars will wonder:

Why did the Obelian Empire fall apart in three days?

Fate is a silly thing. A mocking asshole.

It tempts you because it knows your deepest desires. It charms its way into the very core of your soul, it settles there all cozy and defenseless casting an absurd feeling of comfort.

Entities such as Lucas really should know better than to fall so low.

In the end, however, even creatures like Lucas, born with divine power and mana in their veins, became bound to earth and its disgrace. Earth's rules chained the children of the gods.

Romance was meant for mortals, for foolish humans. Lucas wasn’t meant for that; Lucas was meant to hoard treasures and knowledge, Lucas was meant to be people’s god.

Lucas became foolish. He liked pretty things and that was his first mistake.

Fate smiles cruelly when it discovers what you love.

Lucas profoundly believes that fate put that pretty thing in his path.

Foolish dragon, his mind whispers viciously when he finds himself thinking that it is difficult to decide if that pretty thing in his path is a curse or a blessing.

His second mistake was accepting fate’s mischievous gift.

She was bright, brighter than the sun; she warmed Lucas like nothing else. Her tiny mortal hands always caressing with such gentleness his own body, somehow lightening the weight Lucas didn’t know he had been carrying through an eternity of loneliness.

Athanasia. Her name meant for immortality, for divinity.

And Lucas —foolish, foolish dragon— thought back then that she was the first mortal he met befitting of such a name. He thought, so foolishly bewitched, that someday he would show her his full being, his whole and pure soul.

Back then he had wanted to tell her:

“You were meant for me.”

Because after all, was not Lucas the immortal she was meant for since her birth? Was her name not a sign of Lucas’ possession?

It was very easy to fall in love and that is what makes Lucas mad.

He doesn’t know if he is referring to the kind of mad that made him blush and unable to stop thinking about her for even a second, or to the kind of mad that ripped his insides and created Obelia’s fall.

He supposes both can fit into that sentence.

Falling in love was easy, too much if you ask him, but Lucas suspects that it was just because it was her; anybody else would not have been worth his attention.

#who made me a princess #whomademeaprincess #wmmap athanasia #lucas x athy #wmmap lucas #dragon lucas #athanasia de alger obelia #wmmap fanfic #lovely princess #lp!lucas #lp!athy

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The Scarlet Witch Prophecy - Chapter 13 - The Sixth Year (Part Three)

My dear friend @abimess, I keep stealing your gifs and making updates without telling you. I hope you never get tired of it.

Summary: As the youngest daughter of Howard Stark, you have ordinary expectations for your years at Hogwarts. Little do you know what adventures await you when your destiny is intertwined with the legendary Scarlet Witch.

Warnings: +16. Adaptation of the Harry Potter Saga, Magical Thematic, Prophecies, Mentions of Violence, Torture and dark magic, Language (swearing and minor/major offenses), manipulation of will, Underage kissing, insinuation of smut with minors, Smut (overage), descriptions of death, aggression, obscurity, angst, fluffy, soulmates analogies. || Chapter Warnings: Magical torture with minors, cursing, angst, ptsd, derogatory thoughts and behavior, dark magic.

Chapter Words: 8.486 K

A/N> Yes, I've gone for a month without warning anyone, and yes that might go on, but at least i'm near ending this (I'm already writing chapter 21). Once I'm finished, I'll just programe tumblr to upload them all for me because i'm lazy. I hope anyone like this yet, i don't even know what i'm doing anymore. Good reading!

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Chapter 13 - Part XIII - The Sixth Year (Part Three)

Gossip really starts to irritate you when you go to lunch after potions.

"You want to say something to me, girl?" You charge impatiently when you hear the giggles behind you again, coming from a group of students sitting at Ravenclaw's table.

The group turns around with wry smiles on their faces, and you notice the editions of the Daily Prophet in the hand of one of the boys. It is Hope Summers, your classmate, who speaks first:

"We're just sharing some theories, Stark." She says in a provocative tone. "Some of us find it an interesting coincidence that just now that Mephisto is back, you and Maximoff are losing control of magic."

You frown.

"What are you talking about?" you ask in surprise, referring to Wanda, but Hope thinks you want her to keep mocking you.

"It's just suspicious that no one knows what happened to you in that dungeon, or at the ministry of magic." Hope counters. "And now you two are blowing things up, and we have a dark wizard on the loose."

"Fuck you, Summmers." You curse as you stand up, leaving the girl in shock at your aggressiveness.

The same auror from the first day stands in front of you as you try to approach Slytherin's table.

"Students must respect..."

But you interrupted his speech with a loud shove that sent him staggering backwards, and drew the immediate attention of several people.

You were seeing red by now, the man's wry smile only making you more irritated.

He drew his wand, but so did you. And the room held its breath.

"Put your wand away, Miss Stark." Warned the auror angrily, but you didn't.

Wanda stood up as she noticed the confusion, rushing to reach you, but the auror put his arm in her way.

"Now, miss." He warned again, and you grunted in irritation.

"Get your hands off her." You retorted, feeling your body fever with hatred.

"Stark." The man said, his arm reaching down to push Wanda back, and you exploded.

You didn't even finish thinking about the spell, the magic exploding out of your wand.

The auror masterfully blocked it, and you dropped your wand to jump on top of him.

It was a confusion of shoving, other bigger students pulling you away from the man and he away from you.

" Never fucking touch her again!" You warned snorting in anger, Thor Odinson stopping you from jumping on the man's neck.

"I just pushed her away from the line of fire, you crazy bitch!" The auror retorted indignantly and angrily. "Go to the headmaster's office now!"

"Fuck you!"

Thor pulled you out of the hall as the crowd of students whistled in celebration, excited about the whole fight. The auror was too busy dissipating everyone to follow you.

"Hey, hothead, calm down." The blonde warned as he released the grip of you by the courtyard. You grunted angrily, wishing you could break something.

"Fuck this school, fuck that asshole." You complained aloud, as Thor looked at you curiously.

"You have quite a rage, Stark." He comments, and you grumble in irritation.

But Wanda catches up with you the next moment, and she looks even angrier than you.

"What the hell was that?" she asks and you roll your eyes, running your hands through your hair.

"I think you are going to be fine for now on." Thor comments, smiling at the thank you Wanda says to him before leaving you two alone.

"So?" Wanda insists, arms crossed. You bite the inside of your cheek as you look at her.

"What do you want me to say?" You retort angrily.

"You just started a fight for no reason! Again!" She accuses. "Only this time it was with a wizard who could kill you. I want to know what's going on!"

"I don't know, Wanda!" You exclaim angrily. "Why does everyone expect me to have answers? I don't know! Do you understand that? It feels like I'm going to explode in frustration any second, neither you or Gamora seem to get it. I don't understand what's happening to me!"

"Because you won't talk to us!" She shouts back, just as annoyed as you are. "You're pushing everyone away! Even me! We can't help you if you don't talk to us!"

You grunt impatiently, turning around. There was a strange throbbing in the back of your head, a strange whisper. Like a voice telling you that no one was telling you the truth, that your friends expected too much of you, that Wanda didn't care...

This last thought made you sob. Wanda softened her expression immediately, taking a step toward you and touching your shoulder, but you pulled away from her touch as if burned, wiping your tears away quickly.

"Leave me alone, Wanda." You mutter between teeth. She hesitates, raising her hand toward you again.

"Please."

"I need some time from you." You insist, pushing her hand away, and walking away.

A part of your brain is begging you to go back and make things right, but there is a cloud of anger and irritation that keeps you walking.

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You roll over in bed in discomfort.

Nightmares. Again.

It has only been five days since you had your fight with Wanda, and you are getting worse every day.

With Summers' teasing, you end up noticing other things too.

How the school really found the theory that you and Wanda were somehow related to Mephisto, because the minister had covered up what happened in the dungeons and in the ministry, and everybody thought it was strange that two students were showing an increase in magical potential with the return of a dark wizard.

Unlike you, who were failing considerably in any simple execution of spells, Wanda was demonstrating exceptional abilities. Kaecilius was more than willing to make her the face of progress at Hogwarts, you heard the gossip about bringing in reporters to share the news of the new direction.

You know that the only reason Wanda hasn't come after you yet was because you're running away from her like the plague.

And you couldn't even explain why.

You were also blocking out your real health condition from her. Just like you two practiced during the summer.

Besides hiding this from Wanda, you have kept your friends away too, isolating yourself from everyone else in search of a little rest, only succeeding in taking a nap when you are running away between classes.

And the detentions with Kaecilius keep increasing as you skip classes.

You begin to consider learning to write with a different hand, just so the bruise has time to heal, but at this point you don't even care about the scar anymore.

"You really must like pain." Loki teases wryly as you sit in an empty room, waiting for the aurors' shift change again after your detention.

You don't ask him what he's doing on that floor again, and he doesn't ask why you haven't spoken to your friends in two weeks.

"Sure, that must be it." You joke back, massaging your injured hand.

He assumes a pensive expression for a second.

"Are you sure you haven't been cursed by someone?" He asks, causing you to frown in shock and confusion.

"Excuse me?"

He gives a little chuckle, settling himself better against the wall.

"Everyone's been talking about you being sick." He says. "I heard some of the Ravenclaw people theorize that you became a werewolf over the summer."

You laugh helplessly, massaging your temples lightly.

"I guarantee that's not it." You say making Loki smile.

"If you are sick for no reason, it could be a curse." He says. "I wouldn't be surprised, the way things are."

"But how do I find out if I've been cursed?"

Loki takes a thoughtful stance.

"I don't know." He says. "But I'm sure you can learn that in the no longer reserved session of the library."

You laugh at the joke, but soon you both return to silence. When that hallway's shift ends, Loki sighs, getting up and helping you to stand.

"Still can't perform spells?" He asks, already drawing his wand.

"Only if I want to blow things up." You scoff making him laugh.

"Fine, I'll enchant you." He says. When you are transparent, he looks at you with an amused expression. "See you next Saturday, troublemaker?

"Don't worry, I plan on skipping DADA, maybe I'll be here tomorrow." You retort in the same tone before turning to leave.

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It takes three more days for Wanda to finally corner you.

You are skipping class in an empty room on the seventh floor, trying to doze off, and almost fall out of your chair with fright when the door opens and Wanda comes in, looking annoyed.

You grunt impatiently, without lifting your face from the desk.

"I told you I needed time." You complain, but tense up when you notice the tears in her eyes as she moves closer to sit at the table next to yours.

" You want to break up with me?" She asks in a whisper and you raise your head immediately, feeling your chest tighten.

"What? What are you talking about?"

Wanda gives a humorless laugh at your expression. "Why are you acting like this is an absurd idea? You've disappeared. You've been avoiding me, not even talking to me anymore."

You shake your head quickly, feeling the urge to cry.

"I don't want to break up with you." You say. "I..I would never want to be away from you."

"You just said you need time away from me." Wanda retorts with annoyance, and you feel your stomach clench as she sighs. "I don't know what's going on with us. And I miss you, but you won't let me near you."

You are exhausted. So you cry.

You rest your head on your arms, and let your sobs fill the silence, hoping that the tears will take this bad feeling away.

It's Wanda's gentle touch on your back that helps.

"Babe, tell me what's wrong." She whispers to you, her tone concerned.

It takes many minutes for you to calm down. But when you do, Wanda holds your hand, kneeling on the floor beside the chair you are in.

"I can't do magic." You breathlessly tell her from crying, "And I can't sleep. I've been sick for weeks, and I'm angry all the time. Healer Cho doesn't know what's wrong with me, but everyone at school seems to have a theory about it. I think I'm going to suffocate, Wanda. I'm messing everything up. Between us, between my family, and at school." You sob as you finish and Wanda shakes her head, her hand coming up to your cheek.

"Don't say that." She urges. "You didn't ruin anything. Hey, look at me. I love you. Your sisters love you, your friends love you. We'll figure out what's going on."

Wanda hugs you tight, and you sob, shaking.

You want to believe her words, so you push the intrusive thoughts away, and believe it.

//-//-//-//

Wanda takes you to a door in that same floor you two were before, but you have never seen that door until that moment.

And you are very surprised to realize that it is a bedroom.

"How...?" You ask confused as she closes the it.

"Welcome to the Room of Requirement." She says with a smile, pulling you by the hand around. "We hold our Avengers meetings here." She counters and you frown.

"In a bedroom? Interesting choice." You comment and she giggles.

"No, my love." She says. "That's how this room works. It is charmed to meet your needs. That's why I asked you to come in first."

"Oh, that's pretty cool." You say looking around. Wanda smiles at you, and then you both reach the bed. "The room thinks I have to sleep?"

"I do too." Wanda retorts, pushing your shoulders gently for you to sit on the bed. "Go on, nice dreams."

You hesitate. "You gonna leave me here alone?"

Wanda denies with her head, pointing to the chair that probably just magically appeared next to the bed. You frown.

"Can't you sleep in the bed with me?"

She giggles. "We don't have much time for you to sleep. If I lie down, you'll want to kiss me. So I'll be sitting in that armchair, studying as I should." She explains seriously, and you pout.

"Stupid rules." You grumble moving your hands up to her waist. "Lie down with me."

"Babe..."

"Please."

Wanda sighs, then nods. You smile, quickly removing your shoes as she does the same. You quickly adjust yourself on the bed, opening your arms for her to lie on top of you, and she gives a little giggle before doing so.

"Are you cozy, sweetheart?" You murmur against her hair, and Wanda squeezes her arms around you.

"Yeah, your boobs are good pillows." She teases, making you laugh with reddened cheeks.

Your eyes begin to heavy quickly, fatigue catching up with your body relaxed by the comfort of the moment.

"Go to sleep, babe." Wanda whispers. "I'll be here when you wake up."

You smile with your eyes closed, surrendering.

It's the best sleep you've had in weeks.

The problem is that as soon as you start to wake up again, you are feeling sick.

You touch the emptiness in the bed, mumbling softly. When you open your eyes you find Wanda sitting in the armchair, the darkhold in her lap.

"Damn it, Wanda, this book again." You complain in a hoarse voice, but she just sighs.

"Why the attitude?"

"I hate that book." You grumble sitting up in bed, massaging your face lightly. "Why do you keep reading it anyway?"

"It's interesting." She says, closing the item to look at you. "Agatha really told me a lot, but there are also things I didn't know."

"For example?"

Wanda bites her lips, appraising you.

"Scarlet witches are forged, for instance." She says and you frown in confusion. Wanda sighs. "Many powerful witches, born scarlet witches, never got to fulfill their destiny because the forging didn't happen."

You straighten your clothes uncomfortably, pensively.

"What exactly does that mean?"

"What the headmistress did last year was my forging." She clarifies and you swallow dryly, feeling your stomach turn. "I'm sorry."

"For what?" you ask confused.

"Everything." She says upset. "I know we've talked about this, but it seems like all I do is cause you problems. With the bond, and with the forge. If Agatha didn't want my powers, she wouldn't have taken you to the dungeon and you wouldn't have suffered."

You poke at the knot of your tie, feeling yourself suffocate slightly. Wanda is speaking, you blink to focus on her words.

"I'm sorry, could you say that again?" You ask out of breath, sweating. You blink to find Wanda's concerned gaze on you.

"Babe, what's wrong?" She asks worriedly, her hands around your face.

You feel your head spin, and everything goes dark before you can answer.

//-//-//-//

You smell the scent of grass when you wake up.

Then you blink in confusion, getting used to your surroundings to realize that you are in what looks like a ward bed.

"Hey, all right, take it easy getting up, Miss Stark." Asked Professor Strange with one hand on her shoulder. In the other he held a potion that you imagined he had given you.

"W-what happened?" you mumbled confusedly, sitting up in bed. Only now did you notice Professor Munroe and Wanda standing in front of the bed, both with worried expressions.

"You passed out, but you're better now I imagine." Stephen explained gently, but you were still feeling very weak.

"Professor, she simply blacked out." Wanda commented in a tearful voice. " Don't you have any idea what's wrong?"

Stephen sighed, and then pointed at the chair, the darkhold.

"Where did you get that book?" He asked, and Wanda frowned, taking a step toward the chair in a defensive posture.

"What does that have to do with my question?" she retorted dryly, and Stephen looked at you one last time before standing up.

"There's a reason it's called the Book of the Damned, Miss Maximoff." He says."It damns its readers."

"That's ridiculous." Wanda retorted, crossing her arms. "I've been reading it for weeks and nothing has happened."

"Not with you."

Wanda hesitates, widening her eyes. And then she takes a step back, swallowing her cry as she reaches out to grab the book and hand it to Stephen.

She turns her gaze back to you, and lets the tears fall.

"I am truly sorry." She says with a mixture of guilt and shame before turning to leave the room.

You call out to her about three times, but she leaves and you don't have the strength to go after her.

"Damn, couldn't I have said that in a different way?" You complain angrily to Stephen, who just sighs, exchanging a look with Professor Munroe. "How come you two are here anyway?"

"It was Wanda." Professor Ororo replies. "She asked the room for someone trustworthy to help her with you. Then there was a door opening in the potions room. Stephen was there with me, and we both came."

"Great." You mutter annoyed, thinking about how you are going to talk to Wanda and convince her that you were not angry with her. "Would either of you happen to know how to make me better now?"

"Sure." Stephen comments by raising the book in the air, and with a wave of his hand, the item dissolves into several pieces until it is gone. "I didn't destroy it, if that's what you're thinking. I just put it away, to prevent something like that from happening again."

"Congratulations." You grumble wryly as you straighten up in bed, the same migraine from before is now weaker, but it's still there.

"You know, you had a better attitude when you didn't have a magical doom on your spirit." Stephen complains, causing you to frown, but Professor Ororo gives a chuckle.

"Thanks professor." You comment wryly, making him laugh. He sits back down beside your bed, and pulls out of the cover a small notebook.

"Now that Miss Maximoff has stopped reading the book, I suppose you will get better." Stephen says, making you sigh.

"You suppose? That's encouraging." You say moving to stand up.

"Where are you going, Miss Stark? You need to rest." Warn the professor, but you ignore him, and ignore the weakness in your body as well.

"What I need, Strange, is for people to stop lying to me."

"No one is lying, Miss Stark." Professor Ororo states next. "We really don't know the extent of the magic the darkhold carries."

"And why is that I imagine?" You sneer. "Because someone omitted the truth from you, and it's been passed down for generations, isn't it? Well, that's over now. Because we've finally studied everything in this place, including a book that condemns anyone who reads it." You exclaim impatiently, stooping down to put on your shoes. "If you two will excuse me, I'll figure out how to get better on my own. But first I'm going to explain to my girlfriend that none of this is her fault."

Ororo and Stephen are silent, but you wouldn't have been paying attention to anything they said anyway.

Soon you are up and out of the requirement room looking for Wanda.

//-//-//-//

She seems to have disappeared from the castle, so you must concentrate to use your instincts.

The hardest part is dodging the aurors, but you finally reach the astronomy tower.

You're a little out of breath from the run, but it's the image of Wanda standing on the edge, the sunlight in her hair that leaves you breathless.

"Hi." You say in a low tone, your hands in your pockets as you approach. She startles slightly, wiping away tears as she keeps her gaze forward.

"What do you want here?" she asks in a husky voice. You sigh.

"That you stop hating yourself and listen to me." You say and she lets out a short laugh.

"And what do you think you can say?" She questions turning her body toward you. "All I do is hurt you."

You shake your head, but Wanda lets out a tearful laugh.

"No you don't understand." She says. "Since I met you, you have only brought me good things. Affection, happiness, hope. You've been that kind warm feeling that I need on my worst days. Hell, you're even the memory for me to cast a patronus." She confesses with emotion, her face wet with tears. "But me? All I bring you is pain and suffering. And now I even bring sickness. This is wrong, I hurt you. You need to see this, and understand that we can no longer happen."

"Don't say that." You ask, reaching up to touch her face, wipe away her tears. "That's not true, Wanda. I love you, you make me..."

"Stop it." She interrupts with a sob. "Don't make it any harder than it already is."

"Please, Wanda, listen to me." You plead, resting your forehead on hers, your hands on her cheeks. "You make me happy, you are the only thing that makes me happy, I love you, please..."

Wanda kisses you hard, and you respond with the same intensity, both of you gasping into each other's mouths.

But then she is pulling away, thrusting you farther apart.

"I'm sorry." She cries, taking a step back. "We're over."

And she's running away again, and this time you don't go after her.

//-//-//-//-//

Without Darkhold's being consumed, you really start to improve in terms of physical health.

The only problem is the emotional ditch you find yourself in.

Gamora, Nebula and Mantis find you, again in the Room of Requirement, skipping class.

"My god this is worse than last time." Gamora remarks as she looks around at the mess of junk food and pillows. The room had been transformed into a "comfortable place", which basically had the appearance of a living room, with several soft armchairs, and lots of unhealthy food. "Why did you guys break up this time?"

"Please don't talk to me." You grumbled, your voice coming out muffled because you were lying on two soft puffs, your face buried in the pillow, your hand inside a bag of muggles snacks.

"I bet you five bucks they'll be back together before the end of the month." Nebula commented and you sniffled against your pillow, hearing a noise that sounded like Gamora hitting her sister.

"We talked to Wanda." Mantis said. "And with Professor Stephen, too. We're sorry about everything, but have you decided you're not going to study anymore?"

"I don't care about school." You grumble against the pillow. "Leave me alone, I want to cry."

Nebula gives a short laugh, and Gamora elbows her.

"Stop hitting me, you crazy." Nebula complains loudly, moving away from her sister to approach you, taking the bag of snacks you have, and making you complain softly. "And you stop being such a drama queen. Aren't you two like soul mates or some shit? It's just a fight, you'll work it out. You're acting like you've never broken up before."

"Your sensitivity is admirable." Gamora scoffs, pushing her sister away to sit next to you, stroking your back until you look up at her. "Do you want to talk about what happened?"

You feel the urge to cry arise again. "Wanda thinks she is bad for me." You say. "And she doesn't want to be with me anymore, and I want to die."

You start crying again, stuffing your face into the pillow as Gamora strokes your hair.

"How did this happen anyway?" Nebula asks, confused, chewing on salty snacks."You barely slept at home over the summer to be with her, and now you guys are breaking up. It's hard to keep up with this relationship."

"Merlin, Nebula shut up." Gamora asks impatiently, and her sister raises her hands in surrender with an ironic expression. You want to scream against your pillow, but all you do is try to control your crying.

"You can't keep disappearing, sweetheart." Gamora says as she runs her hands through your hair, trying to calm you down. "Kaecilius has already noticed. He's trying to figure out where you're going, and eventually he'll figure it out since you can't stay here forever."

"Maybe I can." You mumble making Gamora laugh softly.

"Come on, I'm sure you miss a decent meal." She says. "Why don't you join us for lunch?"

"I can't sit at your table."

"Who said anything about a table?"

This is how you end up on the edge of the great lake, at a picnic.

Mantis gets several dishes from the house elves, and since lunch is a free social hour, nobody seems to mind that you are eating outside.

Your sisters are not the only students who, over time, have learned ways around school rules.

You grumble slightly as you feel the sun on your face, but lie back on the grass, closing your eyes.

Your mind wanders back to last summer immediately, the memories of Wanda, and you feel horrible. You just want her back. And then you swallow the urge to cry again to accept the juice Mantis offers you.

"We wanted to tell you that we've found a way to help you, too." Gamora says after a moment, causing you to raise your eyebrow. "About the darkhold, and the eternal damnation thing."

"Light topic." You sneer, throwing your arm over your face. The day is hot. "I appreciate the help, of course."

Gamora giggles. "Merlin, I had forgotten how grumpy you get when you're upset."

"I'm not upset, Gamora." You retort angrily. "I'm frustrated."

"Sexually." Nebula sneers, making you grunt in anger, but Mantis holds back a laugh.

"What's your problem with my feelings lately?" You accuse the girl with irritation.

"Not everything is about you, you know." She retorts and you sit up quickly, looking at her with a raised eyebrow.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Nebula laughs, rolling her eyes. "In case you haven't noticed, there's a war going on." She says. "We're all stressed and scared. And the three of us have been in the same classes as you, having to watch the same things. But you only have time for Wanda. And now you've broken up, again, because there's some mortal danger, again, that she's caused for you. So, I don't know, but maybe she is right to break up. Ever since you guys started dating everything has been about her, and the trouble she causes!"

"Fuck you, Nebula!" You exclaim angrily, advancing against the girl in front of you. Gamora and Mantis quickly separate you.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?" Gamora shoves you. "Were you really going to hit her?"

"Fuck this." You curse angrily, taking a step away. "I didn't ask any of you to come after me. I don't need you. I just need Wanda. Fucking leave me alone."

You turn back to the castle, cursing the wild on your way.

//-//-//-//

Loki is the only friend you have now.

You wouldn't call him a friend exactly.

Kaecilius has put you in detention for three days a week, including Saturday, but mostly you just clean the castle. But when he takes you to the seventh floor, and makes you scrape sentences against your own skin, you don't worry about being alone anymore, because Loki is always on that floor.

It takes a week for you to tell him about the requirement room.

" You could have mentioned it earlier, we would have stuck around here." He comments without sounding upset.

Soon it doesn't take long for you two to start seeing each other even when you're not in detention.

You are not surprised that Loki also skips classes, he has always been quite mischievous, but the reason is different from yours.

He knew dark magic. Much more than you or your classmates. And he has no interest in practicing it in class.

"It's stupid." He comments as you are sitting in the armchairs. "Most people will never have the courage or willpower to cast a death curse. It's useless to learn."

"Is that the only reason you don't agree with the teaching at Hogwarts now?" You ask in surprise, setting up the chessboard for yourself as Loki shrugs his shoulders.

"I feel like you're judging me, Hufflepuff." He sneers but you smile, rolling your eyes.

"Honestly, I don't give a damn."

And you really didn't care.

Wanda was avoiding you in the halls, and you were doing the same with your friends and family.

When Iron delivered the mail to the Slytherin table, including Nebula's birthday presents, you wanted to throw up, but all you did was walk away from the Hufflepuff table toward the requirement room.

Without the darkhold, you didn't feel sick, but the anger didn't go away.

Your magic hadn't stabilized, and you were failing at everything, but you couldn't bring yourself to worry about it.

Erik wrote to you, commenting on the importance of you and Wanda practicing magical balancing together, and you burned the letter while crying on the carpet.

And at this rate, time went by.

It was almost the middle of the school year when things started to take a turn for the worse at Hogwarts, and in the wizarding war as well.

Mephisto is getting stronger, and the order is losing. And Kaecillius must be under some pressure from the ministry, maybe for answers from organizations like the Avengers, which are forbidden, because his detentions get too horrible.

It is Saturday again, and you drag yourself to the room where you are supposed to fulfill your detention, but unlike the other days, Kaecillius locks the door.

You only notice because he seems tense and distracted, and there is no feather or book.

"Professor, what will my punishment be today?" You ask confused, and he is nodding to the center of the room as he stands in front of the desk, a few feet from you.

"Miss Stark, today I want to ask some questions and I expect honesty." He declines as he turns to you.

You hiss softly, putting your hands in your pockets.

"Shoot."

Kaecillius doesn't even mind your lack of formality, looking at you with an impassive face.

"What is Mephisto's location?"

You choke in surprise and disbelief. "Excuse me? Why do you think I know that?"

"The ministry has reason enough to suspect that the Order of the Avengers is nothing more than a cover for the death walkers.Your brother, whom I had suspected of being part of that order of delinquents, is no longer at Hogwarts, but you will have to serve." He speaks and with each word you become more outraged. "Now answer me, where is Mephisto?"

" Did you just fucking call my brother a delinquent?" You mutter incredulously. "I have no idea where Mephisto is, what's your problem?"

But you widen your eyes when the professor draws his wand, and you barely have time to swallow dry before the spell hits you in the chest.

It's the cruciatus curse. You know the second it hits you. The sharp pain fills every cell in your body and you scream, not having the strength to stand or with your eyes open, hugging yourself.

"We must not tell lies, Miss Stark." Kaecillius says as soon as he stops enchanting you, the pain disappears in the same instant, but you continue to tremble.

In complete shock and fear, you sob.

"I will ask you again, where is Mephisto?"

You let the tears flow, and shake your head. "I don't know, professor."

Kaecillius lets out a sigh of disappointment. "Some cases are more difficult than others." He comments somberly, taking a step toward her. "Did you know that the record for enduring the Cruciatus curse before madness is six hours? Incredible, isn't it? It happened during the first war, with a muggleborn. You're a half-blood, maybe you can take longer"

He has a devilish grin as he finishes, and you clench your jaw at the threat.

"I don't know where Mephisto is." You repeat, but the professor points his wand at you again.

"My bet is seven hours."

And then the pain returns.

You don't know how long you stay in that room.

But it is long enough for your consciousness to begin to fade. The pain gets so severe that it gradually fades away. You begin to gasp breathlessly, not even able to scream anymore.

Someone help me. Please, help me. Help me. Wanda.

Between the tears you see the floor of the room, and between a twinge of pain, a red light. And everything is dark again.

//-//-//

“Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Warcraft and Wizard is arrested in flagrant by aurors from the ministry of magic this week, full coverage on page..."

You blink confusedly, your eyes getting used to the clarity, while the headline of the Daily Prophet was the first thing your vision caught.

And then you shifted in bed, realizing that you were in a hospital room , and whoever was reading next to you put the paper down when they heard you, and you could behold the curious look on your brother's face.

"Tony?" you whispered confused, and he smiled as he stood up quickly, the newspaper forgotten on the armchair.

"Hey, how are you feeling?" He asked as his hand reached for the loose strands of hair on your face and put them back. "You scared the hell out of me."

"What happened?"

"What's the last thing you remember?"

You thought, and then sighed, closing your eyes for a moment.

"Kaecilius."

Tony bit his lip nervously before speaking.

"I'm sorry." He said, lowering his hand to his own. "I came here as soon as I got the howler from Professor Strange, but honestly, I didn't even need it, because all the newspapers are talking about it."

"What...?" You started in confusion, but Tony hurried to explain.

"Wanda found you, Y/N." He told. "She, well, wasn't exactly happy about the whole thing. I think she lost control. Kaecilius is lucky to be alive if you ask me. She almost destroyed the seventh floor, it was a huge mess. And then the aurors interfered, and soon there were reporters everywhere. I guess now everyone knows she's a scarlet witch."

You widened your eyes, straightening to sit up and grumbling a little in pain. Tony looked at you with concern, asking you to take it easy, but you were already asking about Wanda.

"She's at the ministry of magic." He clarified. "Kaecilius is going on trial for torturing a student, and she will answer for putting everyone in danger."

" What?" you ask incredulously, and Tony sighs.

"Yeah I know it's unfair." He says. "But the minister of magic seems to be looking everywhere for people to blame for his lack of control. The problem is how much of that information will get to Mephisto. The whole ministry seems to be full of walkers."

You ran your hand across your face, frustrated.

"I'm so tired, Tony." You confess in a whisper. "It feels like everything is falling apart around me, and things are only getting worse."

Tony squeezes your hand. "I'm sorry, I really am. This whole situation sucks, and I wanted to help you. I'm trying, sister. I haven't been talking to you as much as I should, but I didn't want you to think you're alone. I'm working on breaking the bond. To free you and Wanda from the prophecy, and the wizarding world from dangers like Mephisto. I'm sorry I haven't been by your side."

You swallow your cry, and nod, trying to smile at Tony. He reaches up to hug you, and you gasp softly, taking a few seconds to relax and let the tears flow.

When you calm down, Tony tells you that he is going to get a Mediwizards to check your situation.

You lie down again, sighing softly. The memories come back with full force, and you choke softly, feeling your body tremble.

It's as if you can feel the curse again, sense the pain on your skin. Opening your eyes and shaking the memories away, you swallow dryly and reach for the glass of water on the nightstand.

You just want Wanda by your side telling you that everything is going to be okay.

//-//-//-//-//

You stay under observation for two days.

Doctor Hank makes a joke about you enjoying St.Mungus more than you should since you keep coming back, but Tony doesn't laugh.

Then you' re going back to Hogwarts by train, because the doctor thinks you shouldn't use magical means of transportation for a few days, and it's weird to take the empty express, but as soon as you arrive at the station, Gamora and Nebula are waiting for you with boxes of candy bought in Hogsmeade, and tight hugs.

You are not surprised by the stares you receive from the other students, but you ignore them as your sisters escort you around the castle to the Hufflepuff communal hall.

"Did you get to talk to Wanda?" Gamora asks as soon as you sit down on your bed, sighing with exhaustion from the train ride. The mention of the other sorceress' name doesn't help.

"Not yet." You say. "And I wouldn't be surprised to hear that she's ignoring me."

Nebula exchanges a look with her sister before sitting down on Mantis' bed, who is hugging her knees and looking at you.

"Honestly, I just want to finish this year without any more problems." You confess as you take off your jacket. And there is a moment of silence before you swallow dryly. "I also wanted to apologize to you guys."

Gamora frowns slightly, but says nothing. You take a deep breath.

"I know I was under the influence of an evil book, but that was still no excuse for treating you guys like that." You begin. "Tony told me about how things are in the wizarding world. Everyone is going through something, and it was selfish of me to think that only my problems matter. I'm sorry."

"Really, Y/N, it's okay." Nebula says, surprising you a bit. "We were all stressed, and well, I think an evil book is a pretty fair excuse." She jokes, making you smile. "Maybe things will get a little better now that Strange is the director."

"Oh, that's right" You comment just then remembering the things Tony updated you on while you were at St.Mungus. Like Kaecillius' resignation, and the position being passed on to Professor Stephen. "But honestly, I won't be at peace until I hear from Wanda."

"The trial isn't until Friday. And the way things are going, we won't get any news until it's over." Gamora warned as she sat down on the bed next to you. "I think the Maximoffs are probably too busy to write."

"What do you think will happen to Wanda?" You ask as you tug at the loose strands of the comforter. Mantis sighs lightly.

"I don't have a good feeling about things, Y/N." She confesses and you frown in concern. "And the stars never lie."

"Thank you, Mantis." You mock softly, and Gamora runs her hands through her hair.

"Let's not be pessimistic, okay?" she says. "Maybe the predictions are about, I don't know, the school finals? It doesn't mean something bad is really going to happen."

You grumble unhappily, grabbing a pillow and sinking your face into it. Gamora strokes your back.

"I'm sure things will work out, Y/N." She says. "Wanda will write as soon as she can."

"Do you guys think Kaecilius will be sent to Azkaban?" Nebula asks next, making you raise your head curiously.

"I wouldn't be so sure." You grumble. "I was actually surprised that he was put on trial at all."

"Well, with the whole mess that happened, it was bound to happen." Gamora said. "More than half the school became aware that he used the cruciatus curse on you, and then the daily prophet. And I didn't even know they were in the castle."

"It was because of Wanda really, wasn't it?" Mantis added. "Kaecillius caused his own ruin. He called the journalists to show what he called progress and decided to torture a student while they were in the castle. Then Wanda destroyed the entire floor and the next morning his arrest was all over the pages."

"I'm just really outraged to know that if no one had seen it, he would probably still be at Hogwarts." Gamora says angrily, and you sigh, agreeing as well as the others.

"Well, you must be hungry, shall we go to the great hall? It's almost dinner time." Gamora comments next, pulling you by the hand. You grumble softly, but agree, and soon you are leaving the communal hall to join the rest of the students.

//-//-//-//-//

You are tapping your fingers gently against the desk as you wait for the History of Magic class to begin.

It is Friday, finally.

You have barely slept because of anxiety about news of Wanda's trial.

Things at Hogwarts have changed a lot this week, all because of Strange's administration.

He restored the old classes, banned the teaching of dark magic, the scandal at the Daily Prophet being enough of an argument that the Minister of Magic no longer had a defense over this kind of teaching at Hogwarts. The restricted session of the library was also put back, and the seventh floor was off-limits because of the destruction Wanda caused, and you unfortunately lost access to the Requirement room.

Mantis was writing what looked like a lunar calendar for the divination class while Professor Okoye didn't arrive, and you started whistling distractedly.

And then Thor Odinson was poking you in the back to get your attention, and you turned around in your chair.

"Hi, Stark, what's up?"

"Fine." You grumbled suspiciously. "Can I help you with something?"

Thor looked almost unsure. "I was just wondering if you know of anything going on with Loki."

You frowned. "Excuse me?"

"I mean if you know if he's sick or something." He explains. "We had a fight, and well, he's not talking to me. And I've noticed that you guys have been kind of close lately, and I was curious if you knew anything and..."

"No, Thor, I'm sorry." You interrupt with a sigh. "Maybe you should ask him that."

Thor assumes a sad expression. "I would, but he's ignoring me. I think it might be about our mother."

You make a confused expression, and Thor looks surprised.

"Our mother, she...died earlier this year, Y/N." Thor counters, and you widen your eyes. "Our family is a name of reference against Mephisto. With the war, the walkers came to our home. She was there while we were here, and Dad was at the ministry."

"I'm so sorry, Thor." You whisper to him, still shocked by the information. He shrugged.

"I thought Loki told you."

"We don't talk about things like that, I guess." You say. "Sorry, I wish I knew how to help you."

"No, it's okay." Thor says with a sad smile. "You being his friend this year is more than enough. I don't like seeing him all alone out here."

You nod lightly, settling into your chair as you notice the teacher entering the room.

Mantis exchanges a look of understanding with you, having overheard the conversation even if accidentally, but she says nothing, and soon you are hearing about the witch hunt in the United States, and you try to focus on that rather than curiosity about how Wanda's trial is going or Loki's current emotional state.

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As soon as lunchtime begins, you join the Slytherin table, where some of the students have placed a radio on the table, equally with other students from the other houses, to listen to the trial.

You are not surprised that a student's trial is such an interesting topic for everyone, but after the school started talking about Wanda being a scarlet witch, and the theories circulating around the halls, it was to be expected.

So you sit back while biting your fingertips and listening.

"And now directly from the Ministry of Magic, the trial of seventeen-year-old witch Wanda Maximoff, daughter of legendary witch Erik L-"

Your attention is slightly diverted from the narrative when loud laughter catches your ears.

They are Gryffindor and Slytherin students, exchanging coins. You don't need to hear the conversation to know they are gambling about the trial, the mean laughter and glances in the direction of you and your sisters are enough.

And as if she could feel your growing fury, Gamora touches your shoulder gently.

"Just ignore them, Y/N." She urges and you clench your jaw. " Everything is going to be okay with Wanda."

"I hope you're right, Gamora." You grumble, turning your attention back to the radio.

The narration of the newspaper is generic, and you discover that the audience has been closed off to the reporters.

You take a deep breath, concentrating.

No strange feeling, so Wanda is safe.

You wonder if Erik and Pietro are by her side during the whole thing.

It is only at the end of lunchtime that you have the result.

"It's amazing how things unfold in the ministry this afternoon." Counted the reporter with almost excitement. "After a unanimous vote, the witch Wanda Maximoff was found guilty of endangering her fellow students by not registering as a scarlet witch to the ministry of magic, after it was proven that her father, the sorcerer Erik Lehnsherr knew of her condition, as well as the affiliation with the criminal, Agatha Harkness was also mentioned. The ministry finally decided on Wanda Maximoff's expulsion from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizarding"

You felt your stomach plummet.

And everything became a little muffled around you, a soft whistle in your ear. You think Gamora and Nebula were calling for you, but you were getting up, feeling the room getting too small.

Stumbling out, you loosened the knot of your tie, finally stopping in the courtyard as you leaned your body against a pillar.

Wanda had been expelled from Hogwarts, publicly exposed as a Scarlet Witch, and tried as a criminal. You wondered if they would break her wand. Banned wizards led horrible lives.

Your sisters and friends caught up with you quickly, and you let them hug you.

In a few minutes Director Strange is catching up with you as well, and you release Gamora's grip to talk to him.

"Professor, I need to..."

"You cannot leave Hogwarts, Miss Stark." He interrupts with a wave of his hands and you frown in confusion, ready to protest but he is already speaking. "Tony sent a patronus as soon as the results came out, he already figured you'd want to see Miss Maximoff. The ministry is a mess, and Wanda will be staying with her father there for the minister's final decisions. You should stay here, where you are safe."

"That's not fair!" You squawk angrily. "Wanda needs me, I must-"

"She needs you to be safe." He interrupts again seriously, and then lowers his tone slightly as he notices the curious looks of the surrounding students. "Be rational, Miss Stark. Now that the Wizarding community knows the nature of Wanda's powers, how long before Mephisto has enough information and discovers your identity as protector."

You swallow dryly, clenching your fists begrudgingly. Stephen is right. You look away, and he sighs, placing his hand on your shoulder.

"Wanda will be fine, even without her NEWTS, she is an extraordinary witch." He says. "And the year is coming to an end, soon you will be able to see her again."

"She needs me now." You grumble annoyed, turning away from the professor's touch. He looks at you for a moment and then clears his throat.

"I'll see what I can do, Miss Stark." He says."In the meantime, focus on your studies, and be careful."

You frown at Stephen's words, but he is already turning and leaving before you can ask.

As you turn to your friends, Gamora has a worried look on her face.

"Are you okay?" She asks, and you sigh, agreeing to hug her again as you mumble no.

"I can feel how upset she is, Gamora." You grumble against your sister's shirt, wishing you could hug Wanda now. Gamora squeezes you against her arms, and you thank her for her intention even if it isn't enough.

The next few days are like a blur for you.

Many letters arrive, as do many editions of the Daily Prophet.

When the picture of the day Wanda's wand was broken comes out on the front page and you see her tired face, you have to run out of the common room to keep from crying in front of your colleagues.

Everyone writes to you, even Carol, everyone but the Maximoffs.

It is frustrating, and honestly, it breaks your heart in many ways.

The news of a Scarlet Witch after a century is almost as bombastic as Mephisto's return, and you're not surprised that many of your colleagues would start to comment on the possibility of Wanda working with him or against him.

It's overwhelming how everyone talks about her, but all you can feel is how much you miss her around the castle, around you.

You couldn't even remember that your magic is stable, and with everything that has happened, you haven't had time to figure out how to fix things.

Stephen tried to help, but he didn't know what was going on. At least the theoretical part of magic you were able to master, and you hoped to get at least an acceptable score in some subjects.

Only almost a week and a half after the trial, Professor Strange interrupts the potions class to talk to you.

Ignoring the curious stares and whispers of your classmates, you ask Professor Munroe to excuse you, and leave the room.

"What is wrong, professor?" You ask curiously as you close the door, watching Stephen with his hands in his pockets.The dungeons feel emptier without the ministry aurors around the castle.

"Saturday, in the Astronomy tower, nine-thirteen at night." He says as he hands you a small gold key, causing you to frown in confusion. "You will have exactly one hour, Miss Stark. Not a second more."

You stare at the object in your hand, and understand. A portal key. To Wanda.

"Thank you, Professor." You say, and Stephen nods before leaving.

You turn back to potions, the object in your pocket. You could barely contain your anxiety.

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Hi just read your reply! Sure no problem! Could you do it with Erik destler instead? I love how you interpret him!💓💓 (And I'm a phantom hoe too)

That, I can do! Though, given the more modern references (and my weird, strict guidelines-oriented mind), I'm gonna have to update our dear Erik to . . .

✨Modern! Erik✨

I actually honestly don't see Modern!Erik as being too terribly different from OG!Erik, actually: People get away with squatting in far more obvious places than an opera house for one, and I feel like, given his genius in all fields by empathy, he probably has a means of messing with the security footage and ways of getting around tipping alarms and such. I thought about it some while coming home from work and I think the gist simply is that he does still live beneath an opera house and does still fuck with the tech, but his presence isn't as obvious as his previous incarnations'. People are more skeptical now than they were in 19th century France, so he has to be a bit more crafty about what he does. However, he probably pretends to be an investor of the opera house who died years ago but he assumed the name of. That, or he makes money by writing operas and sending them in secret...I have a whole Count of Monte Cristo thing buzzing around but anyway!! There's still a rumor that the opera house is haunted, however, and Reader is a techie who spends their free time researching the paranormal and decides to do some ghost-hunting of their own -- which Erik humors. Hijinks ensue and la-see-dah they're a secret thing now.

So with that being said . . .

Who the fuck put the Peeps in the microwave?: Neither. Look, it's hard enough as is to get a microwave into the secret sub-basement of an opera house, let alone keep it going after the warranty runs out. Please don't potentially fuck with Erik's microwave (and digestion) like that.

Who forgot to put the cat outside before sex?: The question isn't of the cat that you do not have, but of the horse that Erik inexplicably not only owns, but keeps down in his lair -- There are no animals to speak of in Erik's domain; he may be an asshole sometimes, but he's not going to mistreat a poor creature by depriving them of sunlight, freedom to roam, and other necessary parts of animal care. Besides, from a work angle, keeping a cat around is troublesome; it'd probably walk all over and sleep on his books and paintings, scratch at his fabrics, etc. And if there were . . . It would really, extremely suck to be them, considering there's really not too many places for them to go, let alone where they might not be a bother to the both of you when you want to get intimate.

Who posts Vines/TikToks of the other doing embarrassing shit?: Neither. Because if you post anything of your secret boyfriend, it could lead to a lot of trouble . . . At first. He'll let you post videos of him performing his music under very strict circumstances like dim lighting or with him obscured or simply focusing the camera on his hands so as not to reveal anything of the background that might somehow cue people in on his virtual location. But otherwise, anything embarrassing doesn't make the cut because if you even try, he'll likely throw a fit. That, and it's hard to obscure someone's identity when they're acting a fool.

Who breaks the most phones?: Erik has . . . a collection of burner phones. Makes it easier for him to stay off the grid. It also makes it easier for him not to get too attached when the phone he's working with at the time inevitably meets its end, either by falling into some water, smashing against the parts of the floor that aren't carpeted, or come flying out of his pockets when he's in a frenzy, good or bad.

Who dies first?: The loneliness was unbearable. Grieving was already a complicated process, what with the many forms it took, the lengths that varied by the person . . . But how does one mourn somebody in secrecy? How can they keep their wailing tucked away inside them? How can a body be expected to contain a nor'easter of screaming and tears? You wanted to ask someone, but you couldn't. Instead, you just had to explain that an old friend had passed. Everyone bought it, and that frankly made the pain all the worse: You had very few important people in your life; if any of the people around you were one of them, they would've known this and questioned you further. Who was it? What happened? Was there anything they could do to help? But because of the sea that often manifested between you and the island of another (or perhaps it was just courteousness), no such questions came. You had to battle with the answers inside yourself every waking day and every sleepless night. It was Erik. He was your Erik, beloved and beautiful and wonderful and strange all the same. And no, there was nothing that would help you. Even though you very much wished you could ask someone to help you move his things. You knew you wouldn't be able to take all of them (really, it was a wonder how Erik managed to cram so much stuff into such a small abode), and you knew that an argument could be made that you were better off just leaving everything as they were, in a makeshift tomb. But you couldn't do it. Your heart bled profusely at the thought. It would've been like burying Erik there, abandoning him and leaving him just as alone as you were. You admittedly didn't have any idea as to what to do about his incomplete works -- hell, you didn't even know what to do with the ones that he had managed to finish but didn't get to send off. Part of you just wanted to put those thoughts on hold but even as you tried to occupy yourself with a comforting mug of tea (everything tasted bland now, though), the wondering crawled into your brain like a diseased rat. You might've considered it a godsend when a knocking on your door rattled you into a distraction. But even then, you didn't want to interact with anybody. But after the rapping failed to discontinue, you forced your exhausted form from your seat. The man who stood there appeared to be of Middle Eastern descent, his melanin-coated featured somewhat furrowed but you could tell that an attempt to be gentle was made. ". . . Hello?" you questioned. Your voice was hoarse from the perpetual lump you had had in your throat for the past week. The man cleared his throat. "(Y/N) (L/N)?" he questioned. You blinked. He took it as a yes. "You may call me . . . Nadir. I am -- was -- a friend of Erik's." At the sound of your Erik's name, your breath hitched. And your emotions began to swell: If he really was Erik's friend, then where the fuck was he during this entire ordeal? What the hell did he want? Why couldn't he just leave you alone? But . . . did he have stories to tell? What did he know about Erik? Was he just here to offer condolences? Your expression must have betrayed some part of you, because Nadir then reached into the pocket of his jacket and presented you with an envelope. "I send my deepest condolences . . . I'm really sorry I was only available when it was too late. But I assure you that Erik and I go . . . way back. So to speak. He trusted me to take care of some affairs in the event of . . . something of this nature." He tried to be more careful with his words than you were about accepting the envelope. But your opening of it was hesitant. The hint of smile that then entered his features perplexed you. "That being said, it seems our Erik was a perfectionist to the end, always planning ahead." It was a paper. Basically a will. Erik had left you $4,277, 687.52.

Which one I could see as being lactose intolerant: Erik. I don't have an exact explanation, it's just a gut-feeling. That being said, I don't think that that would stop him from consuming something with lactose in it: He may be secretly rich, but he's not one to really play around with money, and healthy foods can be hard enough to keep going above ground as is, let alone in his lair.

Who thinks they can do something really well even though they can't?: No matter the timeline, Erik's arrogant. He kinda has to be: It's a coping mechanism from the years of abuse and neglect, added with the fact that he's pretty much good at everything. Everything, that is, except for open sentimentality. He can emote, don't get him wrong, but sometimes he completely misses the point of why you may be upset, or has trouble putting aside his needs for your own. He feels he's already sacrificed and dealt with enough, and really, he surely isn't asking too much of you to keep your romance a secret, is he? (Answer: Yes, Erik, you're kind of asking for a lot. Not impossibly so, but respect the people you put such burdens on.)

Who is more likely to get kicked out of bed?: Neither. Erik may not have a healthy sleep schedule (just like all creative types), but when he goes down, he's down. And if you're visiting him, then you're going down with him. In spite of how he might act, Erik is very obviously a very lonely person, having very few interactions with anyone, much less extensively and intimately. Add in the fact that he's touch-starved, and you got a man who with battle his own issues with touch aversion just to spoon you in an unbreakable hold. The bed isn't some king-sized, wood-carved masterpiece; it's barely even a twin from IKEA. But it does the job once the both of you find a position where you can both be comfortable. And once that lunatic's head hits the pillow, you're pretty much stuck there. There's no way he can kick you out literally because doing so means kicking himself out; and even in the other way, he hates being alone so that wouldn't work either!

Who uses the computer the most?: You may be a techie, but Erik's constantly researching, penning new operas and music pieces, and hacking into the building's security system to fuck with the cameras and alarms so he can lurk about easier. Frankly, between all the computer-related activities he does, it's a wonder he ever finds time to participate in his other hobbies like painting or sewing or model-making!

Thank you for your participation and patience!!! I hope this turned out okay. I kinda did Modern!Erik on a whim compared to some other modern versions of characters I have in mind, so I get if it came out a little sloppy . . .

#but if you want a do-over with another character then please feel free to request!#erik destler #phantom of the opera x reader #phantom of the opera imagine #phantom of the opera imagines #erik the phantom #phantom of the opera #the phantom of the opera #POTO #POTO imagine #POTO imagines #regrettablewritings #character ship meme #character ask meme #i do not know why i've been slamming my keyboard when i get to the 'who dies first' bits on these things the last few requests...#...maybe i should start writing angst fics???

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