#took me a second to realize that wasn’t literally what he’s saying lol

[appocalipse]

UNSPOKEN FEELINGS → steve harrington

Fandom: Stranger Things

Pairing: Steve Harrington x reader

Words: 2,473

Warnings: none (?) spoilers for season 4 vol. 1, in case you haven’t watched it, i guess

Summary: The reader is Dustin’s older sister; she most likely wasn’t around for the events of season one and maybe even two, seeing as she used to live with her father out of town. But, once she moved back in and met Steve, they became friends and before she could notice it, she had grown much more complicated feelings for him. And after all the craziness they’ve been through with Vecna, maybe it’s time to find out if he feels the same....or if fate wanted Steve and Nancy together again.

A/N:  this is set after the events of season 4; since vol. 2 hasn’t been released yet, let’s pretend all is well and no one died in it. also, i wrote this at 3 am, so please bear with me lol

if you’d like, listen to this while reading.

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Fate didn’t seem to like you very much.

There had been a thousand things happening at once; Vecna, the Upside Down, Joyce and her family moving out...and then there was your feelings towards Steve.

For a while, you thought it was stupid; your younger brother Dustin idolized the guy, and you ended up spending a great deal of time with him and Robin, so it was only natural to have a little crush on Steve Harrington. He was nice, good-looking, funny... But that innocent feeling grew. And grew. And then grew a little more.

And when he was dragged into the Watergate, you almost felt fisical pain thinking about living in a world without Steve. 

There was only one word that could describe that feeling: love. And now it was too late to ignore it.

Now that you were all back at the real world, Hawkins was holding some sort of festival — you were not sure why, but it was a small town kinda thing — and you and your friends were trying to have a normal moment after all the chaos you had just been through. The silly excuse to dress up and go out to dance was greatly appreciated, thank you very much.

During the last fight, your arm ended up broken; reason why you were now wearing a cast, but it didn’t really bother you all that much. It was a small price to pay. Max almost died; your arm would heal. 

But that night, when a smiling Steve asked you to dance, you suspected it was because he didn’t want you to feel left out because of your arm — it would obviously get in the way of a normal dancing stance. But Steve was sweet enough not to mind; he took your right hand in his (you ignored the butterflies in your stomach) and placed his other hand on your waist (ignoring, keep ignoring them,Y/N!), carefully avoiding to touch your left arm as you moved to the rhythm of whatever song was being played.

There was a nice, warm feeling building up inside of you....until he brought up Robin and Eddie's opinions on Nancy's actions. They were certain her feelings for Steve were coming back, judging by the way she wasted no second on risking her life for him, or staring at him whenever she thought no one was looking. Her relationship with Jonathan was also not in its best moment.

Maybe her feelings for Steve never really left. First love is a complicated thing.

“So...what do you think?” Steve asked, trying to sound nonchalant, but you caught a hint of tension in his voice. Of course he would ask for your advice; of course.

What the hell am I supposed to say?

Your brain doesn’t normally function half as well around Steve under normal circumstances, but now that you were literally in his arms...did he really expect some sort of plausible answer? 

“I don’t know...I think-” you began, but just as the words left your mouth, your eyes instinctively fell down on Nancy’s bright smile across the room and you stopped mid-sentence; she was wearing a beautiful blue dress, her hair carefully done up, and while you observed her talking to her brother, Mike, you suddenly realized that you couldn't possibly see a reason why Steve would not love her still. You had only been around her for the last few days and she had already managed to make you like her, care about her... hell, you could consider her a friend after all you had been through together, with Vecna and all that. You had actually come to admire her, no matter how hard you tried to dislike her at first, thanks to your unspoken feelings for Steve.

And of course they were right. Robin and Eddie, they were right. Deep down, you knew that Steve loved her back as well. He always did; he just didn’t know that, or didn’t want to acknowledge the fact out loud. Why else would all those dates of his never work out? Why else would he get so eager to protect her at all times?

Realization hit you in a moment...well, more like a second. And you knew. You knew that no matter the extent of your feelings for Steve, no matter how Dustin claimed there was evidence he liked you back, no matter all the sleepless nights you spent thinking what could happen if you confessed to him...you knew that it wasn't your place to stand between Steve and Nancy.

"I think she really, really cares about you, and you should...." you paused, feeling tears threatening to form as your mouth seemed to fail at getting the words out. Luckily, the music and the voices were more than enough to mask any sign of sadness in your voice. Steve, fortunately, wasn't looking at your face at that point; he didn’t seem to be looking at anything in particular. 

You cleared your throat and forced the words out. "She is right over there and this is the perfect opportunity for you to ask her to dance, Steve."

Over Steve's shoulder, you spotted Dustin eyeing you both dancing with hopeful eyes, moving his upper body absentmindedly to the rhythm of the music from his seat, a big smile appearing on his face as he caught you looking back at him, if only for a moment. You slowly shook your head no; his smile was quickly replaced by a confused expression, and you forced a smile of your own in a pathetic attempt to calm him down.

Steve looked at you right this instant, his expression showing something you couldn't quite read — surprise? Shock?

"Go ahead, ask her," you encouraged, keeping the same fake smile on your face and hoping it was enough to reassure him, cause it was most likely the best you could come up with at the moment. "I'll go...to the bathroom."

"But I'm-"

At this point, you both had stopped moving, and you decided to step back. It could have been your imagination, but you got the feeling that his hand seemed hesitant to let yours go until the last moment, when you were out of his reach and turned away.

You walked fast, moving carefully around all the couples on the dance floor; but, contrary to what you told him, your feet didn't get you towards the bathroom. The bathroom would have people in it. Happy people. And you would eventually have to get out of there and risk seeing Steve and Nancy making up and God knows what else on your way out.

No. You walked towards the exit, the doors that led to the hallways and to the back doors of the school, where no one would be.

You sat on the ground, seeing as there was nowhere else to sit, listening to the heavy rain that muffled most sounds coming from inside the building, and tried not to think too much over what you had just done. One could almost forget that there was a party going on at all; the storm was picking up fast, and sometimes a lonely thunder would paint the sky a shade of light blue.

At least the scenery fitted well with your current situation. 

When your face got wet though, the rain was not to blame. You were luckily sheltered from it in your little spot on the ground. But your heart? There was no way to shelter it from those feelings.

A lonely tear slid down your cheek; you looked up at the sky, absentmindedly, trying to justify to yourself why on God's green Earth you where crying over something like that.

You looked down at your own arm. It seemed stupid — petty, even — to be crying over something so little as an unrequited love after all the things you and your friends at Hawkins had been through...but you couldn't stop. And so you allowed yourself to cry, because...

Why should I not? After all I’ve been through, why can’t I have one normal emotion for a person my age, instead of fear, anger, or despair? 

You would eventually get over it.

Steve loved Nancy. Big Deal. You never expected him to love you back. Not really. It was hurting right now because you thought maybe, just maybe, after everything that went on with Vecna and all the pain you all had to endure, you'd be given a period of happiness and peace to make up for all the tragedy — perhaps the universe itself would grant such a blessing. But so be it. Maybe you could go back to living with your father, away from Hawkins for a time...

And that's when the doors slammed open once again, startling you, and through them Steve Harrington stepped out, his gentle brown eyes instantly finding the mess you were at the moment, sitting on the floor.

Boy, did the universe hate you.

You hurriedly wiped away your tears, desperately trying to hide the fact that you've been crying. Somewhere in your mind you registered the shock on his face becoming worry, and you looked straight ahead, thinking of ways this could go better than you making a fool out of yourself in front of him of all people.

Steve didn't say anything at first — he looked out of place, not sure where to put his own hands or where exactly to look at. You pressed your eyes closed, letting your head rest against the cold wall behind you, kinda wishing he would just disappear — maybe he was just your mind playing tricks on you...

"What are you doing on the floor?"

Nope, you couldn’t be that lucky.

"Just go, please," normally, you would have a snarky comeback to his question, but right now you couldn't find it in yourself to answer in that way.

Steve took a deep, audible breath. You still didn't open your eyes.

But you felt it when he sat down next to you, careful not to bump into your broken arm, though it hardly hurt anymore.

"Steve, please."

"You were crying," it was not a question.

How cliche could you be? Although you'd never stopped to think about it, Steve was probably your best friend, you were in love with him, and now there was a hundred percent chance he had put two and two together and figured out why you were crying as well. 

And even so, you blurted out the first lie your tired mind could muster, because that’s how you could keep yourself from panicking completely. "My arm hurts."

What, obviously, didn’t convince him.

"Liar."

"Can we just talk tomorrow?"

"You're really rude, you know that?"

You finally looked at him. His eyes were already on you, and you struggled to think clearly with how close you two where... but then you grasped a new feeling inside you: anger, and you held on to it.

"Excuse me?"

You could stand the thought of being rejected. Everybody was rejected at least once in their life, and you were no stranger to the feeling; you just didn't want anyone to witness the aftermath of it firsthand, let alone the person who rejected you, and yet here he were, making the task of putting your feelings for him behind you incredibly difficult.

"We were dancing and you just stormed off mid-song,” he said, matter-of-factly. 

"I didn't storm off-" you felt exhasperation getting the better of you, messing up each and every thought you tried to put into words. "You asked me about....I told you to go and dance with her, so I got out of your-" 

"I was dancing with you!", great, now the screaming contest was about to begin.

"Yes, but you wanted to be dancing with her!"

"OH, so now you know everything I want?"

"I know the obvious!"

He scoffed, but when he spoke again, his tone was so calm and his voice was so low that you couldn’t tell if Steve was certain he wanted to be heard. "Oh no, you absolutely don't."

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“You know, for someone really, really smart, sometimes you read it all wrong.”

A few seconds passed by without both of you saying anything; you looking at him, him looking down at the ground, mindlessly playing with a dry leaf he must have found nearby on the floor...and then it hit you. What he was implying. What he was trying to make you believe, that is. Was he really too kind to let someone down?

“Oh my God, no,” you let out a bitter chuckle, trying to get up, which proved to be more of an challenge with only one good arm available than you antecipated. “No, no, you're not doing this.”

Steve seemed to panic as he watched you moving to stand up, and he quickly grabbed your wrist  — the one that wasn't on a cast. “Wait, where are you going?”

For a second, you looked down at where he was holding you in place, stunned, then back at his face, catching Steve looking back at you with some sort of conflict passing behind his brown eyes. “Let go.”

And then he too got up, still nowhere near inclined to let go of your arm. 

“I can't.”

"What do you mean, you can't? Of course you can. Just let go of me and I’ll go home, and you can go back inside and we can pretend this never happened-", you tried to yank your wrist free, but Steve didn't let go; instead, he took a step closer...and suddenly you were close enough for a kiss, and all the butterflies came back, and there was this scene playing inside your head where one of you slowly leaned in and...

You stared down at your feet, feeling tears once again welling up in your eyes. "Please don't do this."

"Don't do what?" you weren't looking at his face, but he sounded genuinely confused, maybe even worried.

"Pretend you like me."

"I do like you."

"Not in that way," you took a step back, and this time around he let your arm go. The words began leaving your mouth even before your brain could register it. "Look, whatever it is that Dustin asked you to do, or whatever you feel you owe him, or me, you don't. It's not your fault I lo-"

You froze mid-sentence. And there it was, those words anyone smart dreaded to say to the wrong person, on the tip of your tongue...and the worst part was that you didn’t even knew you were about to say them until it was to late to act like it didnt happen. 

Steve was giving you a stunned look, uncertain, and when he shifted closer, you moved a step back. "Y/N-"

“I’ll just go home.”

A/N: part 2 is now OUT! Read here. ♥

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[wooahaes]

just so autumn-y... you know?

pairing: non-idol!mark lee x gn!reader

genre: fluff + established relationship au

word count: ~0.8k

warnings: vague food mentions, nothing specific. usage of “dude” but its not meant to imply gender (i firmly believe mark would call literally anyone dude/bro as a term of endearment lol).

daisy's notes: hehe surprise :) men i am so delulu in love with fr actually

As simple and silly as it was to say, Mark liked going on dates with you at this time of year. That wasn’t to say he didn’t like going out with you any other time (“What? Nah, dude, I love going out with you! Just something about the autumn air… It’s so autumn-y, y’know?” had been his response when you asked), but he liked the atmosphere here the most. There was a reason it was his favorite season, and spending days of it with his favorite person just made it better. And, no, it wasn’t just because the two of you had matching sweaters and scarves and all the cute things that marked the two of you as a pair… Although that definitely did help now that he was with you.

Mark liked waiting for you. That one might be weirder to say, but it was true: he liked going to wherever the two of you were meeting up extra early for a few reasons. The first was the autumn air (it really, really was autumn-y, okay?), where it was kind-of cold but he could still savor the warmth of the sun as he waited for you. The second? Autumn leaves. Easy. The world was colorful, and he liked to admire it for what it was. The third (that made Mark realize these were not in order of importance or anything) had been you. He’d been late to things in the past, sure, but showing up early always guaranteed him that he’d get to see your cute face whenever you found him. The shiny look in your eyes when you made your way toward him, so genuinely happy to see him again? It’d give him whatever strength he was lacking, that was certain. He’d just find a cozy bench underneath the trees, and wait for you to come up while he scrolled through social media (or, sometimes, he’d write poetry that he’d share with you because he knew how much you adored it). And that was all he’d do: he’d just sit there, waiting for you, and watching.

He liked tangling his fingers with your own when you came up to him, always asking him about his day. He’d talk, watching the steps you took to ensure you would step on the crackly leaves that he’d heard skittering across the pavement earlier. He’d smile a little more over it, too, and hold your hand a little tighter before asking you about your day. 

“It’s been okay,” you usually said, “better now, though.”

You knew he’d always giggle a little, face scrunching up a little with pure joy because he knew what you meant by now. You’d said it outright enough that he always brightened your days, like your own little golden ray of sunshine. It felt like it’d always fluster him at least a little: you said it so casually, like it was merely another fact about your day that you chose to share with him. He liked that about you: you’d always been up front with how you felt about him…  past the circumstances of the two of you getting together. Donghyuck and the others still teased him (and you: you were not immune in the slightest) over how it finally happened with that dumb “if I make this shot, you gotta go out with me,” that ended in both of you missing the shot. 

Maybe it was silly, but something about that night just cemented something within his heart. You were his soulmate. You had to be, right? He wasn’t sure where he stood on soulmates sometimes, but he knew you had to be one of his if nothing else. He’d bought food for the two of you that night and admired you a little too much in his opinion (although he’d always admire you on dates, to be fair), and that had been your ‘day one’ of dating. There was just something about both of you missing a silly basketball shot and laughing your asses off that made Mark think you were it for him, though. Maybe one day he’d put in words. And then he’d put it in a poem, just to see that smile again.

You veered away from him a little, purposefully stepping on another crunchy leaf, and he just tightened his grip on your hand to pull you back in. With a giggle, you’d bumped into him, and he’d immediately steadied you.

“God, you’re so cute,” he said, eyes shining with pure joy over every little thing that made you you. “I really love you, y’know?”

And, oh, that smile warmed his chest. “I know,” you said, leaning in to steal a quick peck. “I love you, too, you dork.”Your dork. But you already knew that.

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[morganofthewildfire]

We miss you post 🧸

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Well here is a surprise for you then!! I miss posting a lot too trust me, this year has been insane, I'm trying to focus on my original novel I'm trying to write as well, but I definitely miss posting as much as I used to 🥺

this is probably literal nonsense lol, i wrote it in probably half an hour, but i've been reading a lot of mafia books lately hahaha and i took inspiration from those

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Rowan was watching her. 

He’d been watching her for a while, first because of orders, and the duty he knew he had to fulfill. But more recently it’d been out of his own interest. Because Aelin Galathynius was a fascinating creature, and he’d been unable to stop himself from wanting to see what she was going to do next.

As a mafia “princess,” there wasn’t much freedom she was really allowed. But the few grasps she had, she took and ran with. 

Whether it was staying outside for a little too long after being called in, trying to give her bodyguard the slip while out shopping, even foolishly attempting to steal money from her father’s account to purchase a ridiculously expensive pair of shoes. 

She had to know he probably would’ve bought them for her anyway, so Rowan assumed it was about the principle of the matter. Aelin liked to make waves, when the rest of her family would rather the boat not get rocked at all.

You could say it was out of luck that their surveillance hadn’t been discovered by now, but really, Rowan knew it never would be. Connall Moonbeam was far too good at his job, and Rhoe Galathynius’ joke of a security team was far too incompetent. He almost wished they were a little better, just to make this more satisfying. It wasn’t as exciting when there was no challenge. 

But the challenge would come later, when Galathynius realized what exactly they were up to. 

Of course, by then it would be too late, but his rage would be delicious. 

Rowan wondered what her rage would taste like, if it would be as sweet.

Narrowing his eyes, he sucked in a little more smoke from his cigar as he looked over across the water, his gaze landing on her figure immediately. Aelin was out tanning on her family’s yacht, followed by guards and not even leaving the marina, but still trying to act like she was in control. It was admirable, albeit stupid and pointless. 

She had no idea he was up here, on the second deck of the boat right next to hers. He’d swindled it away from the previous owners with a threat and a well placed stack of cash, using it as another method of his surveillance. They’d make their move soon, but for now he just wanted to watch. 

Rowan was sunning himself, stripped down to just a bathing suit as he laid back in his chair, set up to have the perfect vantage point. Maybe he should’ve felt like a creep, but he didn’t really give a fuck. 

Her blue eyes were closed and hidden behind a pair of expensive shades, her body highlighted by a tiny white bikini that was verging on obscene. That’d been a secret purchase, he supposed. Rhoe Galathynius wouldn’t have allowed it, no matter how much his princess pleaded. 

She could spend however much money she wanted, but she couldn’t wear anything that made her look like anything less than a perfect future mafia wife. Rowan wondered if she knew what was planned for her, who was planned for her, if she accepted her fate or not. He could answer that last one easily: she would never. She would get married kicking and screaming, until her parents found the right leverage, or the right incentive. Whichever would do the trick to make her willing to make the right connections.

It was the way of their world. Rowan knew it. Her parents knew it. Little Miss Princess would know it soon enough.

Movement caught his gaze, and Rowan turned his head to see a new figure joining Aelin on the back deck, watching as she sat up and smiled, moving her sunglasses so he could see those eyes of hers shining. From a quick glance, observing dark hair, blue eyes, and a million dollar grin, Rowan knew exactly who’d shown up. 

Dorian Havilliard. 

Another person of interest for The Cadre, though for different reasons. Rowan knew of their friendship, but he couldn’t stop his free hand from dancing along the edges of his gun as he considered if that was her intended. He could end that little problem easily right now. It would be a simple shot, and then he could slide off the boat and into his car before they even figured out where it came from. 

If the previous owners of the boat tried to spill who they’d sold it to, well, Rowan was sure Lorcan would send someone to take care of it. 

But he restrained himself, knowing the complications it could cause. Not for his own safety, but for their plan. It’d taken too long to get to this point already, too much death and sacrifice. Rowan wouldn’t thwart their chance at revenge for something as petty as this. Even if the thought of Havilliard dropping dead right there gave him an immense amount of satisfaction.

Still, Rowan forced his hand to relax, letting it rest back on the arm of his chaise lounge as he soaked in the sun. Havilliard wouldn’t be an obstacle for long, anyway. Nothing would.

The name - Rowan Whitethorn - wasn’t known in these circles, but his other name was. Hawk. One of the five names of the Cadre, an organization that had been causing chaos for all of the mafia families within the past year or so. All of it was very much deserved. The criminals of Rifthold were going to pay for the crimes they’d committed years ago, whether they were aware of what they’d done or not. 

They’d start with the Galathynius’ and the Havilliard’s, before moving on to the Hamel and his precious Assassin’s Keep, and then finally to the one woman they all despised. All five of them were from different backgrounds, and had different reasons for this revenge. But that woman…she deserved death by all of their hands.

But that would come later. For now - it was getting close to time to steal a certain mafia princess straight out of her castle, and welcome her straight into hell. 

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[deanstead]

Right Here

Pairing: Adam Ruzek x Reader

Requested: no

Summary: Adam shows up at Reader’s apartment in the middle of the night after a hard day.

Word Count: 886

Warnings: none.

A/N: wasn't going to let this see the light of day because I was second guessing myself LOL. But anyway, I decided to just do it hahaha. Also, thanks Lexi for the GIF hehe <3

ADAM RUZEK MASTERLIST

You groaned a little as you heard your phone ring and turned towards the small table you had by your bed where you usually put it.

You squinted, realizing belatedly that you’d fallen asleep with your lights on, which had obviously been a bad idea.

Reaching for your phone, you answered it. “Hello?”

There was a silence before a familiar voice reached your ears. “Y/N? Did I wake you?”

You sat up straighter now, your eyes slowly adjusting to the light. “Adam? No, I wasn’t really asleep.” You lied, just happy to hear his voice.

You glanced at your clock, the bright numbers showing it was well in the middle of the night, before you frowned slightly. Adam usually didn’t call so late at night.

“Sorry. Your lights were on, I thought…” His voice trailed off, as did your thoughts, as you glanced at your window.

“Adam. Where are you?”

You were met with silence so you continued speaking. “I’ll be right down. Don’t move.”

Quickly pulling your jacket off the coat hanger in your room, you pulled it on, grabbing your phone and keys and heading down the stairs to your main door.

Adam leaned against his car staring back at his phone.

He’d hesitated before calling because he didn’t want to upset or worry you, especially at three in the morning. But today had been really draining, both physically and mentally and the next thing he knew his car was stopping outside your apartment building.

Adam didn’t have much longer to brood though, as the lights went on in the downstairs window before the front door was thrown open and you were heading towards him with a bright smile on your face, as if it wasn't the middle of the night.

Adam smiled, the first genuine smile he had had on all day, stepping forward to meet you.

You angled your head upwards at Adam as you reached him. “What brings you all the way out here?”

Adam reached forward to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear before he smiled back at you. “Just wanted to see you.”

A small silence fell between the both of you and you paused, your smile fading just a little. You’d seen it the moment you'd stepped out of your house but you thought maybe he was just tired. But now right up close, you could tell he wasn’t his usual self. There was something in his eyes that was different.

“I should go. It’s late and you need to get up early tomorrow.” Adam leaned down to press a kiss onto your forehead but you held onto him even as he broke away.

“You came all this way literally just to see me?”

Adam smiled, but the smile didn’t reach his eyes before he cupped your face gently and he turned to leave.

Your frown deepened as you watched him walk back towards his car, his shoulder slightly slumped, and it took just another second before you were moving, knowing you couldn’t just let him leave like this.

You didn’t even call out to him, just jogged to keep up with his stride, before you looped your arms around his torso from behind him, leaning your head against his back.

Adam froze as he felt you hug him from behind. “Y/N?”

Adam turned around slowly to look at you and without a second thought you reached up, your arms wrapping around his neck even though you had to tiptoe to make it work.

“It’s okay.” You whispered, before you felt Adam finally relax into your embrace. “You promised you would tell me if you were having a hard day.”

Adam moved just a little, angling his face towards you without saying anything.

“So it’s okay, Adam. I’m not the only one entitled to have bad days in this relationship, you’re not the only one who has to be strong, either.” Your voice was low as you hugged him.

You felt Adam bring his arms upwards, encircling your waist and pulling himself even closer to you. You put a hand on the back of his neck, pushing yourself up higher on your toes to hug him as tight as you could.

The both of you ended up back in your apartment. You weren’t going to let Adam spend a difficult night like this on his own, not to mention driving.

You’d made him a hot drink, but he didn’t seem to really want to talk about it yet so you’d proceeded to distract him with other things as if it wasn’t three in the morning and you didn’t need to go to work the next day.

“You’re not going to ask?” Adam asked, when the both of you were finally cuddled on the couch.

You glanced up at him, your head still resting on his shoulder.

“You’ll tell me when you’re ready.” You answered, snuggling a little closer to him as Adam put an arm around you, turning to press a kiss to your forehead.

“Thank you.” He whispered.

You didn’t answer, merely reaching out for his hand and threading your fingers through this.

I’m right here.

The three unspoken words floated around the both of you as you gently drifted off to sleep cuddled into Adam’s side, his head resting against yours.

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[chimivx]

i'm literally crying while i'm writing this but ok

when I read nmwid I became obsessed (I read it 4 times in december). it became my Roman empire. i made 2 playlists and I told this whole story to my best friends

and now, reading cruel summer, I could have a new perspective of everything that happened. I loved her and all I wanted was to protect her from the messy life she had. I hope she finally has a happy ending :(

I cried while I read the second part. again, she suffered a lot. seeing her relationship with taehyun end made me feel bad because it wasn't what either of them wanted, but it had to be that way. but he was an idiot. but I smiled every time soobin appeared, I think I started to like him more after reading this. 

however, there is beomgyu. I'm suspicious of talking because I'm a bamtori, and I'm always interested when he's there. but he was an ANGEL. I wish I could hug him every time he took care of her when taehyun did something wrong. I wish they had had a better ending together too :( that's why I wanted to know more about the twins, the letters, everything. 

maybe in another life...

i want to say THANK YOU again. i wish you had all the sucess of the world and never give up, you writing is perfect! if "no matter what i do" had a book i definitely would buy it lol

thanks for changing my life ❤️ i love you chimivx !!

ps: my writing in english isn’t good so please ignore if it have any error. <3

SHARE THE PLAYLISTS PLEASE!?!

I made one too! Of all the songs I’ve listened to while creating this world! <3

THANK YOU FOR THIS 🥹 for reading and supporting and sending your thoughts 🫶 I appreciate more than I can say!!!

I’ll say it till the very end- MC & Beomgyu wreck me. I almost feel as though I made a mistake not putting them together, but then when you add Soobin into the mix and see what a difference he makes in her life… It makes us realize it wasn’t a mistake at all. She needs Soobin. 😭

Beomgyu’s entire story is rough. His life, what he endures… It’s hard. (It mirrors me in a way, I’ll be honest.) So for him to have to deal with everything that’s going on… It’s a lot. He loves MC to death, that much is very true, but… in the end end…

MORE IS COMING!! Another piece of this story will be coming because so much of it is swimming in my head and I cannot let it go. I promise you there will be more… I’ve already started on some of Gyu’s letters…

Thank YOU again my love for reading and showing your support, it truly keeps me motivated to continue 😭🫶

#sweeties #nmwid #cruel summer #AH 😭😭😭

[libra-stellium]

Visiting my Astrocartography Mars/MC line for a week

This is the description from astro.com which sounds like a great place to visit for me right now because I’m trying to either get promoted at my job or get a new job soon or both lol

For some reason people really hate their mars line???? All I kept seeing was people saying how horrible it was when they lived on it or visited it 😭😭 I was like damn I had great expectations! I only saw one short YT video saying how they love living on their mars line and have been more active physically and socially. I heard someone say that the second they got off the plane they were just angry lmao which is hilarious to me like you were just angry at nothing??? 🤣 and I also saw stuff about how aggressive men were and they hated it lol I don’t think the ones I saw said what their mars placement is and what aspects they have but honestly even if we had the same exact ones I think it may be about perspective and what you’re used to lol

I have my mars in Scorpio in 9H. I have Mars trine saturn in pisces and mars trine ascendant in pisces so no harsh aspects.

A general theme for this week was very mars like bc I did Knott’s Berry Farm, Disneyland and Universal and visited so lots of walking and action the entire week!

Sunday - literally at the plane doors when I landed in LA a male flight attendant pretend to grab my leftovers from my hands like “oh is that for me? Thank you so much!” 😂😂 I was like oh this is the aggressive men on the mars line! But I just joked back at him lol

Monday - I broke EIGHT nails!!!!! 😭😩 one was like 🙄 but by 4 I was telling my bestie “would you believe me if I told you another one is gone?” And she knew immediately that I was talking about my nails 🤣 none of them broke too far down so it wasn’t painful and I don’t think my mars line “made” then break lol I think they were weak and being held together by my nail polish so when I took it off bc it was chipped my nails were like “it’s time to let go” 😩 everyone was super nice so nothing else happened that day! I didn’t bring my work phone with me so who knows what was happening at work 🤷🏾‍♀️

Tuesday - i feel like there were some aggressive people throughout the day but not directed only at me lol bc it was the park workers at Disney just being like THIS IS A WALK WAY ONLY KEEP MOVING when we stopped to take pictures of the parade. I also found out that the shoes I wore the day before gave me a blister on the bottom of my toe which was so painful

Wednesday - I feel like this was the most mars line day tbh bc I got my period that morning and I did “surgery” on myself 😂 bc of where my blister was I had to pop it safely (TMI incoming) so I doordashed a first aid kit and a sewing kit and I sterilized the needle and drained the blister and it’s insane how the pain was gone right after that! Then I went to go visit the Observatory to see LA and the Hollywood sign and that was really cute but then a bee flew into my friend’s hair and she was freaking out and I’m allergic but I could see it so I had to do something so she didn’t get stung! I used my phone like a paddle and beat it out of her hair and it fell on the ledge in front of us and I pushed it off 😩 then we went to In-N-Out and some guy tried to take my order for his friend lol I was 7 and his friend was 12 and he was like oh I thought you said 12…..🙄 also on the day to the observatory I realized that I had a lot of requirements to fulfill before I could renew my bar license 💀 I deadass thought I just had to do the CLEs and pay but I have to find a mentor too?? 😩 so I was listening to the CLEs on the long car rides.

Thursday - Another Mars/MC day because I was listening to more CLEs during car rides and I looked up who I could email and ask to be my mentor! I was at universal that day and nothing major mars like happened lol and honestly idk why aggressive men was something that people emphasized bc they were all really nice to me 😂 even the Grinch! This girl did have an attitude towards me while we were watching a show bc we were standing there for 30 min and she shows up and tries to stand in front of me and I’m 4’11 and she was at least 5’5?? And she motioned for her bf to come stand in front of me too and he refused and told her to come back and she was brooding the rest of the show 🤷🏾‍♀️🤷🏾‍♀️ After that our Lyft driver was so nice bc the app sent him to a different location than where the park told us to go get rides and he came and found us instead of canceling! 💕 and his car was so nice and smelled so good!

Friday - traveling day! Again dealing with really nice men 😂 bc I was in line for this place to get coffee and a pastry and the person skipped over me bc she couldn’t see me and the guy behind me was like “someone’s down here” 🤣🤣 and then later this other guy was just making small talk with me while we waited for our stuff lol but the cashier??? Who was a girl literally told me she wasn’t “spelling all that out” when I told her my name and spelled it out and she said I would have a nickname for the day 💀💀 my name is 5 letters long lmao she shortened it to 3? Like okay I guess?? 😂

Now I’m home and I checked my work phone and nothing happened while I was gone but today they sent an email congratulating the intern (who was there for 4 months and is still in law school) for accepting an attorney position in our office and I’ve been there for 2.5 years and it did make me feel some type of way bc 🤔🤔🤔 no one offered even after I got barred but they offered it to the person who hasn’t completed the degree yet and doesn’t have a bar license yet…?? I have been trying to get out so 😂 I’m not toooooo mad bc also that’s not the field of work I want to be doing long term but idk it’s the principle lol also I don’t remember which day but I saw something about the federal cost of living being increased for 2024 and I think fed govt employees get a pay increase bc of that?? I’m hoping that contractors like me do too!

Overall: Mars/MC line was a fun little time and productive trip! I feel like if you’re quick to anger I can see where you’d end up being really angry on your mars line but I just be looking at people in disbelief tryna figure out what possessed them to act like that towards me and then I just laugh and move on lol I didn’t like LA that much it was way too crowded for me omg but I’m not a fan of New York either and I feel like they’re similar 🤷🏾‍♀️ I would definitely go back and visit other parts of California tho!!

#astrology #astro #astro tumblr #learn astrology #astro community #astrocartography #mars mc line #pisces rising #libra stellium

[sunshinesteviee]

oooh for the celebration, how about everywhere, everything with robin? with maybe this line from cross my heart by marianas trench “And I do want to show you/I will run to you to you till I/Can't stand on my own anymore/I cross my heart and hope to die” for soft gf!robin?

this took me fucking forever i'm so sorry ugh. wc: 870. post-season 4, not canon lol, mentions of injuries. fem!reader.

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Being separated from Robin had never been part of your plan. You’d wanted to go with her and Steve, back into the Upside Down, but nobody was listening to you. Someone needed to stay with the kids. You couldn’t exactly argue with that logic, but when all hell broke loose and Hawkins literally split in half, you began to panic. 

The panic didn’t fully set in until you knew Max was being taken care of by doctors, but as soon as she was safe, everything felt like it was coming crashing down around you. A gigantic earthquake and rift through the town couldn’t be a good sign, and your walkie talkie was long gone; you had no way to communicate with your friends. Realistically, staying put in the hospital was your best bet for finding them, but that didn’t stop your leg from bouncing uncontrollably as you sat in the hallway outside of Max’s room.

At first, you didn’t hear it. You were too wrapped up in your thoughts and anxieties to notice that the entire group from the Upside Down was standing down the hallway, all but yelling for help and for more information. Of course, it wasn’t that out of place, given the chaos in the hospital at that moment. 

“He needs help right now!” Dustin was frantic, helping Steve hold a nearly-lifeless Eddie up between them. 

Nancy was doing her best to remain calm, trying to ask a nurse about you or Max, or Lucas and Erica. Robin, however, couldn’t hide the sheer panic in her voice as she asked for you over and over. Her voice saying your name finally broke through to you over all the commotion, and your head snapped up, eyes zeroing in on your friends. 

Without a second thought, you jumped up and out of your seat and began running down the hall, ignoring the disapproving stares as you shouted your girlfriend’s name, “Robin!” 

Relief washed over Robin’s face immediately at the sight of you running towards her. She took off towards you, too, meeting you in the middle of the hallway, nearly knocking the two of you over from the force of colliding with you. Her arms wrapped around your waist, holding you as close as possible as she breathed your name into your neck, “You’re okay.” 

“Me?” you asked with a breathless laugh, shaking your head as you pulled back just enough to actually see Robin. “You… you’re okay. I thought… I don’t know what I thought. Figured the giant hole in the middle of the town was a bad sign, I thought maybe it didn’t go well, and I—“

You’re not one to ramble — that’s usually Robin’s thing — so when you couldn’t seem to stop talking, Robin realized just how worried you’d really been. She softened, hands coming up to cup your cheeks gently, her thumbs brushing out under your eyes to wipe away the tears that had started dripping down your cheeks. All she wanted was to kiss away your tears, but that wasn’t exactly an option in the middle of the busy hospital, so instead, she grabbed you by the elbows and gently pulled you off to the side. 

Once you were out of the middle of the hallway, she rubbed the pad of her thumb across your cheek again, voice soft as she spoke, “Hey. It’s okay. I’m okay. You’re okay.”

You let out a shaky breath, throwing your arms around her neck again to hold her close. It was quiet for a few moments, until you noticed Eddie being whisked away down the hall, surrounded by a million doctors and nurses. Startled, you pulled back to look at your girlfriend. Though you weren’t sure you wanted to know the answer, you asked quietly, “What happened, Robin?”

She sighed, a heavy, broken sound, “Eddie decided to play hero. It… it worked, but he was nearly dead by the time we found him. The demobats had attacked him. And we— we were able to stop vecna for now, but w-we almost died, too.” Robin shuddered, tears welling in her eyes as she thought about the vines constricting around her neck. “In the Creel house, the vines got us. Steve and Nance and I were trapped against walls, and the vines were getting tighter and I couldn’t breathe, and— That’s when Eddie unknowingly saved our lives.”

It was your turn to wipe away Robin’s tears as everything began catching up to her. As she processed that she’d nearly died. Curling an arm around her shoulders, you pulled her into you and let her press her face into your neck as she sniffled. She was still talking softly, muffled against your skin, “I just kept thinking we were going to die. I-I was never going to see you again, a-and it terrified me. I just knew I had to get back to you. It was the only thing that kept me going. You were the only thing that kept me going.”

Your breath caught in your throat, heart skipping a beat, and you hugged her tighter. Just like she’d done for you, you murmured, “I’m here. I’m not going anywhere, Robs. We’re safe. I’ve got you, always.” 

#robin buckley #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley blurb #robin buckley fluff #robin buckley x f!reader #blurbs #robin blurbs #my blurbs #8k celebration

[branwendaughterofllyr]

branwen please share with us some more BNFs/JoLa tea ☕️ thank you kindly x

I’m probably going to regret this but I couldn’t resist lol.

I actually feel bad for a lot of the BNFs, including JoLa. The end of GoT wasn’t really fun for most of them, and most of them have left the fandom. JoLa has pretty much abandoned her tumblr, and good for her honestly. I think she’s a very silly, even over sensitive person, but she genuinely believed that she was going to be right. She hates being called a BNF and denies she ever was one, which is par for the course for her. She would alternate between denying she was invested in jonerys as a ship and commissioning jonerys fanart.

Her takes on Dany were honestly pretty hilarious in their tone deafness, which led to a lot of joking about her in my circle. She was really, really into Tyrion, which, uh, okay. The “curtain of light” theory has become pretty infamous now, and I cannot emphasize enough how seriously it was taken by some of the BNFs on tumblr. Big BNF poorquentyn (is he still around? Didn’t he convert to Jonsa at one point?) responded a lot to JoLa and nobodysuspectsthebutterfly back in the day.

I’ve screenshotted some of my favorite posts, most of which are from like 2015-2018.

I mean come on, Dany and Jon bang and have baby Drogo to save the world beyond the curtain of light? SPECTACULAR. I wish I was on those drugs.

And it’s amazing because on one hand I’m like “yes! The power of love as humanity’s greatest strength is a theme of ASOIAF!” And on the other hand I’m like “and where do Dany and Tyrion come into this at all????”

Beloved, read a single Sam chapter, I’m begging.

My personal favorite is how she justifies Dany ditching Meereen after she’s wrecked the place. Look, slavery was an inherently unsustainable system, and Dany did everyone a favor by wrecking everything and then flinching off.

Which, like yes, Dany did a good thing by trying to end slavery but also it’s a millennia old system??? It’s pretty stable, and Dany hasn’t really done a great job implementing change, and things are going to be way worse after she leaves, and any positive changes aren’t going to come at her hands. (and also has she really ended slavery? really, really?)

The Titanic comparison????? AMAZING. 

Dany is the lifeboat come to save the entire world. 

The best part is by far the tags

NEVER SAY THE BNFS DIDN’T GIVE US ANYTHING.

I loved these tags so much that one of the lovelies on the Jonsa discord made me this back in the day.

SHE’s SHOOTING STAR<3

THERE ONE MOMENT, GONE THE NEXT BUT FOREVER WONDEROUS TO BEHOLD

Who needs permanent political change, long lasting growth, and tree planting when you could have her <3

She can’t stay and actually fix any problems, she has a continent to set on fire and a curtain of light to fuck under. 

It’s crazy how such wildly different interpretations can come about from the same text, and it’s rather satisfying to me personally that I am in fact not crazy and what I was seeing the narrative is actually there.

The Tyrion humping and the refusal to acknowledge that maybe magic nukes bad actually are what cracked me up to no end.

Yes, the real enemy is the cold, but also maybe Fire and Blood is not the end-all be-all solution???? Like, just think about it for more than five seconds. Did the chapters about the destructiveness of fire mean nothing to you? Did WF, the home of the heroes at the heart of the story, going up in flames ring no bells???? Did Arya’s escape from a fire described like a dragon, where she desperately kissed the mud when she realized she was still alive not set off any alarms???? Literally anything that has to with trees??? No? Okay.

I cannot even begin to unravel her Bran takes, so I’m not going to try. 

And lest I forget, JoLa also supported Sansan and even Creepyfinger at various points, sooooooo. I took her assertions that she’s a big Sansa fan with a pile of salt.

But nobody go harass JoLa’s account please. The only reason I’m talking about this is because it was literally years ago at this point, and she’s moved on and I’m reminiscing about the horrible old days. JoLa was actually a pretty civil and nice person (I think it was nobodywhosuspectsthebutterfly who was the combative one), if very silly and wrong. 

#I don't even want to talk about JoLa's Tyrion takes because they make my head hurt #the Dany ones just make me laugh #Branwen answers

[bleachbleachbleach]

Y’all.

I had vague memory that Matsumoto batch-cooking was a thing that happened, but I did not realize the specific context of this scene. This is BANANAS.

Okay, I need to back up. At this point in the story, 3/4 Bount and Ichinose have been neutralized as threats. There are a lot of injuries and Ishida is chomping at the bit to finish his Oedipal narrative arc, and Matsumoto wisely points out that everyone has been running around for over 24 hours and rest and food are IMPORTANT. Which is thoughtful and lovely, except... when she said that I thought they were just going to have some niblets and get four hours of sleep or something, because there is a highly dangerous, vengeful murderman roaming the streets of the Seireitei right now. He already blew up a building and took out a Gate Guardian, held his own against Byakuya, and has the ability to regenerate himself by taking bites out of Seireitei Shingles. 

But instead they have a whole-ass block party!!! WHAT IS HAPPENING. 

This is especially funny because in the next episode Ishida shows up to fight Kariya alone, and where is Ichigo? where is everyone else? STILL AT THE 10TH DIVISION SLUMBER PARTY THAT’S WHERE. Ishida got up early for his regular morning insanity and everyone else nearly slept through the thrilling conclusion to this arc.

Even more bananas is the fact that Kariya... I don’t actually know, I wasn’t paying attention, but I guess he absorbed a power thingy and was waiting to get maximally powerful. My man got his COVID booster and is waiting for peak immunity. So literally time is of the essence!! And this is what they do!!!

(In fairness, it doesn’t seem anyone at this block party knows about the power thingy during that scene. But the next morning Rantao tells them all about what they missed while they were asleep and Hitsugaya is like, ‘Yeah, we heard about the power thingy. Time is of the essence!’ so clearly at some point they got this information and then proceeded to just keep doing whatever they were already doing.)

I am just so conflicted because I love a morale party but OH MY GOD WHAT. WHAT ARE YOU PEOPLE DOING. Idk this just feels like just sitting down to KBBQ two hours before an international flight, and you’re not even at the airport yet. It gives me ANXIETY.

On the other hand, it is a lovely spread:

I laughed out loud at myself the other day when I was pulling these caps, because my first thought was, “Oh, interesting! Vegetarian!”

And my second was, LOL. HOW CAN YOU TELL. EVERYTHING IS POLYGONS.

I think it’s because immediately prior, I’d been meal planning, and I was trying to decide whether I felt autumnal enough to make this, so I had it on the brain, but I’m willing to hold to my original impression of this meal and say that it is, indeed, vegetarian. There’s mushrooms and pickles happening in the side dishes and the soup looks like carrots and at least two different kinds of starchy vegetable. And there’s a basket of raw vegetables.

This is interesting to me because I am always interested in what they eat in Soul Society (and what the supply chain is), and I feel like this meal being vegetarian tracks. Given that the population of entities who need to eat is the minority, I imagine agricultural practice has remained pretty small-scale. We see fields sometimes, but domestic animals don’t seem like a huge thing. There’s one (1) boar biker gang and given how proud they are of this, that’s probably not the norm.

I’m not saying Soul Society is vegetarian--plenty of proof against this--but if meat is prepared in Soul Society I’m guessing more often than not it’s wild game (and even this feels very mysterious to me, XD); but anyway, that’s hard to do on an industrial scale, particularly on short notice, so if you’re a normal shinigami eating a normal meal, it’s probably rice and vegetables. They only whip out the fancy food for fancy occasions like Byakuya’s hanami, the installation of the New Third Captain, and Jump Festa. If you’re a noble, well, that’s different. And even if you’re a VC-level officer and above--it’s probably a little different, since there do appear to be exclusive dining establishments that cater to VCs and their corporealized zanpakutou that one time. Or if you’re with Unohana and she treats you to a fancy pork dish (meat provenance: undisclosed). But normie shinigami? No wonder Rin was so excited about cake, and Hanatarou got so distracted by the Miraculous Living World Combini!

My main point: Hitsugaya let them have a block party mid murderman-invasion, but they did not go to McDonald’s--even with their esteemed guests Kurosaki Ichigo And Friends in attendance--because they had tubers at home.

Secondary point: Tongs Renji was excited af for that Living World barbecue during the Reigai arc, and for good reason!!

#matsumoto rangiku #hitsugaya toushirou #just 10th division things #bount arc #bleach anime #bleach headcanons #shinigamiology #no brain just bleach

[cyncerity]

Hi, I absolutely love your store shifter au and it gave me so much brainrot!! I’m borrowing a friend’s account for the moment because I can’t have a tumblr. Anyhow, I just wanted you to say that even if I can’t interact, I absolutely love all your ideas!!! If I understood the lore right, I would assume George is Sapnap’s younger brother and whatever traumatizing experience caused Sapnap to shift also took George away from Dream when they were young. Will Dream and George ever meet in person and if they met as tinies, would George realize it was Dream and what would he think of Dream having the pendant/braid? How would Tommy learn Dream was a shifter, and if one of them was tiny when that happened how would they deal with/would there be a language barrier? And how does Dream learn to shift back? This is much longer than intended, sorry. Feel free to answer parts of it or none of it, I just wanted you to know you’re wonderful!! And if this ask isn’t long enough, then here’s some writing prompts -a friendly admirer

“I can’t believe it.”

“What?”

“My clothes. They just look so, so…”

“Yeah. Hard to believe we even fit that size, right?”

“It’s crazy.”

xxxxxx

"Wow"

"What?"

"Nothing... I'm just not used to

seeing you from this angle.”

"Yeah, I guess it's usually the

other way around.”

This is literally one of the most personal asks I’ve ever gotten solely for the fact that how you described being on tumblr is exactly how I was

I wasn’t allowed on tumblr, so i’d wait till everyone in my house was asleep and then pull out my middle school ipod as a burner device, look at g/t posts for an hour or so, then delete the google tabs i’d pulled them up on and fully shut down the ipod and hide it.

I lurked in this specific community for about a year, then lurked with an account so i could send asks for about another half year until i caved and got the app without parental permission lol (my dad had seen how tumblr was before the bad bots started to get banned so he honest to god thought this was one of those kinda sites but hes chill now)

suffice to say i completely know where you’re coming from and I love you for it 💖

Even if you can’t like my posts or have an account, just coming on here and saying you like my content is so awesome and it absolutely means the world to me 💕✨💖

As for you’re thoughts on the lore (and thank you for sending so many questions I love when this happens):

You’re getting close >:)

Sapnap doesn’t have any siblings, but as I’ve mentioned before (i think), Quackity does! And the event that sparked Sapnap’s shifting was similar to what got George taken in the first place (which could definitely be a reason that it was distressing enough to cause him to shift 👀), just on a larger scale and at different times. George was gone well before Sapnap became a shifter.

As for more on George, i’ll limit myself to what I can say cause there’s so much I want to write for him. At some point it’s my goal to write a story for him as a sort of interlude of the “dream shifted for the first time” story (there will be more parts! I’m working on them! Ngl this ask kinda made me realize how much I wanted to finish the second part of that) and have him fully explained there.

But I can tell you that Dream and George will meet in person! I can’t tell you if Dream will be tiny when they meet, cause you don’t even know for sure what species George is yet, but i promise the boys will meet! Will George know it’s Dream when they meet and vice versa? Who knows! That’s for me to know and you all to find out later >:)

Tommy won’t learn Dream is a shifter for a while, since Dream is stuck at the store. It also takes a bit of time for a new shifter to shift back to their normal size, since they’ve been repressing their capabilities for so long, their body has to stay at the opposite size to get used to it initially. Dream will be able to shift back at some point, but not without some help :)

And now that you mention it, there definitely could be a language barrier, and that could make things really interesting 👀 (im imagining Tommy seeing Dream tiny for the first time at a loss for words and Dream frantically trying to explain what he is but obviously Tommy already knows, so Tommy starts talking about being a shifter himself and he can’t hear Dream’s absolute shock and confusion at this information and can answer none of his questions)

And the writing prompts, YES, i am IN LOVE WITH THEM

If i don’t write specific things for them, they will be put into the next few stories for this au because they are such good ideas oh my word

and as a treat because i loved answering your questions and it made me really happy to get an ask that hit so close to my own experience here’s some miscellaneous Store Shifter drawings from my chorus class, just for you bestie 💖

i have so many of these for so many aus you don’t even know the half of it

#i learned how to add alt text and i’ve become obsessed #please find me funny <3 /lh #also #if you need any help figuring out who is who in what drawing ask! #i will not be offended if you don’t know who is who! you can ask me to clarify! #i am a fountain of content today boys #i draw my own aus constantly they just stay locked away in my heavy as fuck chorus folder #the music side is lighter than the doodle paper side #i haven’t taken any music out all year #help me #’Cyn why don’t you pay attention in chorus?’ my mother teaches it #she can teach me at home peak creativity is for some reason my fourth period chorus class #i’m on a rant tonight don’t mind me #cyncerity #mcyt g/t #mcyt gt #store shifter au #cyn art #sizeshifter!tommy #tiny!tubbo #sizeshifter!dream #sizeshifter!sapnap #???!george #<- hehe >:)

[jerzwriter]

Once upon a time...

Book:                   Open Heart

Pairing:                Tobias Carrick x F!MC (Casey MacTavish)

Rating:                 Teen

Category:            One-Shot AU / Angst

Summary:           Some loves aren’t meant to be forever, but that doesn't mean they weren’t wonderful.

Words:                 2700

A/N:                     Based on this ask for MC falling in love with LI, but it never rose to that level for LI.  They said to pick the pairing, so I’m doing one for each of my three.  This is number two for Tobias & Casey.  Ethan & Kaycee’s can be found here, and Eli & Zoe’s is coming soon.   Hey, we need some angst. 😊 I edited quickly - please be kind :) And this is an AU. I'd never do this to my babies for "real." lol

@choices-november2022 - Day 12 - Let it Go @choicesflashfics “Look at me and tell me I’m wrong.”

A car horn honked obnoxiously behind her. 

“Sorry!” she apologized, even as she shook her head. How long had the light been green? Ten seconds? Patience was a lost art. Besides, didn’t they realize what she was going through? Understand how nervous she was?

She left work an hour early to accommodate him, and her stomach was in knots. The drive was so familiar that, after they broke up, she would find herself halfway there before remembering… she didn’t live there anymore. Each time it happened, the result would be the same. Her car pulled over on the side of the road as she waited for the tears to pass. We think heartbreak lessens once you’ve survived it before, but that isn’t true. She wondered how long it would take before she stopped doing this. Or, if muscle memory prevailed, when would it stop hurting if she did?

But today was no mistake. She was heading there on purpose, at his invitation. Sure, it was because he found a box of things she had left behind when she moved out six months before. But he had found other things before, and he made arrangements to get them to her. But this time was different. This time he asked her to pass by. 

Eight times. That’s how many times they had seen each other since the split. Only one of them by design. Five days after they called it quits, they agreed to meet. The absence of each other was still too raw, their bodies literally ached. So they agreed to meet. To talk. To cry. To cling to each other one last time, but not to rectify. In the end, they decided they had made the right choice, as hard as it was to accept. But not a day had passed that Casey didn’t second guess her choice. Surely if she had tried just a little harder… waited a little longer….

Since that night, there were nods across the room at Donahue’s, which would lead to one of them inevitably leaving. There were uncomfortable moments at Bryce’s birthday party, where they did their best to stay out of each other’s way. Recently, they were at the same conference; they were cordial. Polite. How does one become a stranger to someone they once loved so much? But therein lay the problem. She did, and he didn’t.

They had been together for three years. He never asked her to move in, yet he always asked her to stay. After some time, they joked that she might as well change her address, so she did. They shared laughs, late-night talks, and a passion that seemed to know no end. They redecorated the living room, took vacations together, and cared for each other when they were sick. Everyone knew them as a couple, and they were happy… until that night.

“I’m not saying that I don’t love you, Casey. I do, it’s just….”

“Please,” she cried, “please don’t tell me, just not in that way after all this time.”

“No. I do love you, you know that. It’s just that….”

“That what?”

“I’m not in love with you, and I don’t know if I ever will be.”

It wasn’t her. It was him, he assured her, and it was amazing how little that helped. He never promised forever, and they never made plans too far ahead. They were happy, but they were coasting. Perhaps they could have coasted forever, but she knew how she felt… and she wanted it all. So they talked. Now, six months later, she wondered if she should have just let things be. 

He called her three days ago.

“Hey, it’s me. Tobias.”

“You don’t have to say who it is… I do remember your voice.”

“That’s good to know. So, I found a box of your winter clothes in the basement, and I was wondering if….”

“I’ll ask Bryce to get them. He can bring them to me.”

“Well, I can do that,” he stalled. “But I was wondering if you could come over and pick them up.”

“At our… your place?”

“If you’re not comfortable….”

“No,” she replied quickly. Disgusted with herself at the hope she felt rising without permission in her chest. “It’s fine. I can come over. When?”

And here she was, parking her car in the same spot that had become “hers.”  Walking down the path to the door to which she no longer had a key. But, damn, the place still felt like home. 

“He was asking about you,” Bryce said over lunch.

Casey’s eyes shot up to him, disbelief on her face. “Who?”

“Who are we talking about? Tobias. Are you guys talking again?”

“I mean, we were never not talking. We just… you know… did the post-break-up thing. Better to stay apart. What did he ask?”

“How you were. If you were seeing anyone.”

“What did you say?” She asked far too anxiously.

“I told him you were doing OK, and not that I knew of. Casey, do you want him back?”

She stared down at her salad, poking at a tomato that had done nothing to deserve such abuse. “I’m starting to realize I never wanted him to go in the first place.”

“Then you should tell him.”

“Why? To get hurt again?”

“No,” Bryce smiled. “Just to know that you did. One way or the other. No regrets.”

So she rang the bell to her former home and nervously waited for him to answer.

“Hey,” he smiled brightly, as natural as nothing had ever happened.

She almost turned around and ran to her car. Those blue eyes, that bright smile, the stubble on his chin that used to tickle her when they kissed. She knew every curve of his face, every expression in his eyes. She would give anything to rewind the clock and just let things be. At the time, she thought she wanted more, but now she knew she just wanted to be his. 

“Hello,” he chuckled, waving his hand in front of her face. 

“Oh, I’m sorry,” she grinned, “I just….”

“Why don’t you come in.”

He caught how her face fell when she saw the living room look different than when she left., and he acted quickly to comfort her. The last thing he wanted to do was cause her any more pain.

“I, uh… I moved things around a bit after you… left. It was just hard to have….”

“… the memories…”

“Yeah,” he sighed. “I know why we split, Case. But it didn’t make it any easier. Everywhere I looked… you were there. I had to make some changes.”

“Did it help?” she asked with desperation. “Moving things around, did it help you?”

“A little,” he shrugged. “But really, the only thing that works is time.”

“Yeah, I guess,” she shrugged, knowing that time had done nothing for her.

“Would you like something to drink? Water, some wine, I have that crappy Moscato you used to like so much.”

“Now, why are you keeping in stock if I’m not here,” she smirked.

“It’s a remnant,” he laughed. “Would you like some? I’m sure as hell not going to drink it.”

“Yeah,” she smiled, anything to calm her nerves. “I’d like that.”

They sat at the kitchen table and made small talk. The new restaurant in Cambridge that he just had to check out. The book he read recently that he knew she would love. The longer they talked, the easier the conversation became, and she decided Bryce was right. She had to tell him how she felt. Maybe he felt the same way, perhaps he did not. But there was only one way to know. He had loved her. Wasn’t that enough? It sure felt like it would be now. She was about to say his name when…

“Hey, I’ve got to go to the bathroom, but why don’t you sit on the couch. I’ll join you in a few.”

“Sure,” she smiled.

She brought her wine glass to the sink, just like she would have if this were still home, and she felt her blood go cold when she saw two wine glasses already there. It’s no big deal. She tried to reassure herself. He has friends and was also known to leave his dishes until the next day. She told herself she wasn’t looking for lipstick on the rim but knew she was. Nothing was there, but even if there were, he wasn’t hers anymore. But maybe after tonight, he would be. 

Pushing the thoughts out of her head, she made her way to the living room and got comfortable on the couch that was no longer facing the window. She chuckled as she thought, “I’m so moving this back.”

Then Tobias entered the room, carrying the box containing her clothes in his arms. He placed it on the floor next to the couch, then sat down to join her. 

"I was glad you agreed to come over,” he smiled nervously. “I wanted to talk to you.”

“You did,” she smiled. “Because I wanted to talk to you, too.”

“You did,” he stammered. “What do you want to talk about?”

“No. You, first,” she smiled, praying it was the same thing. How much better would it be if he said it first. “I insist.”

“Well, OK. I will feel better once I get this off my chest. Casey, I’m going to be moving back to DC. That’s kind of how I came across your box. I started packing the basement, and there it was.”

He couldn’t miss the shock on Casey’s face, which wasn’t what he hoped to see. 

“D... DC? You’re moving back… to DC?”

“Yeah. I got a phenomenal offer from George Washington. I’ll be an attending at the hospital, but it’s also an academic role. Research funding budget and all. It’s a great opportunity to do research and, you know… nothing is holding me to Boston anymore, so…..”

“Oh,” Casey whispered, having given up on attempting a brave face. “That’s uh, that’s great news, and I… uh… that’s the last thing I suspected.”

“Yeah, well, I didn’t want you to hear it from anybody else. You deserved to hear it from me, so…” looking in her direction, he could see how distressed she was becoming. “Are you OK?”

“No,” she began to cry. “I’m not. If you’re going to DC,  I’ll probably never see you again.”

“Honestly, that’s one of the reasons I’m going. Maybe it’s for the best. It’s never easy for either of us when we bump into each other. I mean, that’s not why I’m taking the job, but maybe it’s an added bonus. You know?”

“No,” She insisted. “No, I don’t know. You see, I hoped to talk to you tonight too, and I was going to say….” Her words trailed as she dropped her head into her hands, lifting it again with determination. “What if I went with you?”

“What?”

“To DC. I mean, not right away, but I’m sure I could in time… if you wanted me to?”

“Casey, what are you saying? We're not together anymore, why would you come with….”

“Because I love you, Tobias,” she sniffled. “I love you so much, and I regret ever starting that conversation that led to us being here today. When I came here tonight, I was planning on asking you if we could try again, and I didn’t think you were going to….”  

Catching a glimpse of the sadness and pity in his eyes as he looked her way, she turned around and faced the wall. Her body trembled softly as she tried to conceal her tears.

“Cassey,” he whispered, placing a hand gently on her shoulder. “We split for a reason, baby, and the reasons have not changed.”  

She turned around to face him, putting her hands on his shoulders; she looked pleadingly into his eyes.

“So, you’re not in love with me, and that’s OK. Because you loved me, right? That should have been good enough, don’t you think?”

His heart sank as she let out a deep sob, her head falling into his shoulder as it had a thousand times before. It felt so warm, so familiar, so much like home… but so wrong at the same time. There was a reason they ended things, and no matter the pain, that hadn’t changed. 

She pulled her head back, eyes now red and filled with tears; it broke his heart to see her this way.

“Do you still?” She cried. “Do you still love me, Tobias?”

“Casey,” he gasped, voice full of emotion. “I will always love you. But nothing has changed. In love is just something I don’t know that I’ll ever feel. Being able to say it’s forever, it’s just not in me. But it is in you, and you deserve someone who can give that back to you.”

“If I had never said anything, we’d still be together! We were happy, and we’d still be together, and I’d probably be moving to DC with you, so why not? If I had kept my damn mouth shut, we’d still be together. We’d still be happy!”

“Would we be? Because in time, you would have resented me, and then I would be upset because you were asking for something I couldn’t give. In time, we probably would have been at each other's throats and, as much as I hate to admit it… it’s better it happened this way. I wouldn’t want to be one of those couples that put things off for so long that they hated each other when they finally faced the inevitable.”

“But I miss you,” she croaked as her hand reached to caress his cheek. “And I want to be with you. Can’t we… just try. I don’t have to move to DC. Let’s just try long-distance and see where it goes, Tobias. Please?”

“No, Casey. I don’t want… I can’t go through losing you again.”

“But what if you don’t lose me this time?”

“I would. You know it, too. Look at me and tell me I’m wrong.”

Collapsing onto the couch in tears, he slid in next to her. Gently caressing her hair as she wept into his lap. Tears began to run down his cheeks as well, and it was tempting… so tempting to give in. To say they could try. To hold her and kiss her and make love to her until the tears subsided. But he had to be strong. 

Love comes to us in many ways, for a reason, a season, perhaps even for a lifetime, but not every love is meant to be. They wanted different things, and their time together had come to an end. In time, they would both heal. They’d each find what they always wanted, but that wasn't going to happen tonight.

A short time after, Casey was cried out and ready to leave. He walked her to her car and shared a tearful goodbye before returning to the bed they once shared together. Three weeks later, they said goodbye once more. Then he climbed in a U-haul truck, leaving her watching until he was no longer in sight. 

They never spoke after that day. But several years later, he returned to Boston to visit friends. They were at Fenway, catching a game, when he heard that laugh that once filled his life with so much joy… it was unmistakable. He turned around and saw her, several rows away, looking every bit as beautiful as she had. 

Without giving it a moment’s thought, he stood and began walking her way. He had to say hello, until… the gentleman wrapped his arms around her waist and her head flung back as he kissed her neck. She was radiant, and he didn’t think she could shine any brighter. Then the little girl at her heels tugged at her jacket sleeve, and Casey lifted her up, holding her snug on her hip as the young family embraced. 

He'd be lying if he said it didn’t sting. That for a brief moment, he didn’t wonder what life would be like if he were in that man’s place. If the little girl had his eyes instead of her father’s, but that wasn’t the way it was supposed to be.

“Hey, T!” His friend’s voice bellowed. “Are you going to get the beer or what?”

“I’m on it,” Tobias nodded, ensuring he headed the opposite way. 

As he walked, something strange happened. The pain in his chest began to subside, and he could feel a smile working on his face. Love can be for a reason, a season, or a lifetime. Once upon a time, he was blessed to have loved and been loved by her, and he’d carry that with him until the end. But Casey had found her lifetime. They each had followed their path and were now exactly where they were meant to be.

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hii!! this is my first time requesting ANYTHING on Tumblr ever since I try not to pester people with my ideas but I saw that you take writing requests and since I'm in a bit of a writing block, do u mind if u could write something like"viago x chubby reader" or some shit like that plzz since I'm somewhat chubby in my opinion and I need some comfort but if u cant I completely fucking understand

A Night in Wellington (Viago/Gender-Neutral Reader)

Author’s Note: I am so freaking sorry this took me so long to get to, but it was super fun to write for Viago for the first time. I also tried to keep the reader as ambiguous as possible in this for anyone to enjoy!

Link to AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41188905

Content Warnings/General Themes: Gender-Neutral Reader: no explicitly gendered pronouns/pet names used, fluff, slight hurt/comfort mentions of insecurity about appearance/mental health, mentions of blood/biting, reader is human, Viago is a simp, Viago is a little fruity (lol), very light swearing

Rating: All Audiences

Word Count: 2,530

You sighed and sat down on your bed in defeat. Nothing was going right.

The past few weeks had been stressful, to say the least. Your schedule was crammed and you had barely allocated any time for relaxation or recreation. Oh, and not to mention, due to the demands the world required of you during the day, you hadn’t seen your–undead–boyfriend in almost a week.

Actually that wasn’t entirely true; you had technically seen him each day, meeting him for a quick kiss or cuddle as he woke up while you got ready for bed–a poetic paradox that constantly seems to only work against the two of you. Viago has always been respectful of your sleep schedule (or more often, the lack thereof), constantly reassuring you that you were never expected to drop your routine for him. Still, navigating the ins and outs of daily life while trying to correlate your human schedule with your night-dwelling boyfriend kinda sucked; literally, at times.

Tonight, however, was supposed to be perfect. Somehow, the stars had aligned, and you were able to spend the day night with Viago. You planned to join him and your other housemates on a night out, parading around Wellington on the arm of the person you loved. You had even slept through the majority of the day in order to stay up all night as your flatmates had been doing for centuries.

Now, however, as you put on the outfit you picked out and looked at yourself in the mirror, you were having second thoughts. The material was drawn too taught in some areas, too loose in others, and suddenly all of the work you had put in to look presentable felt pointless.

You anxiously glanced outside to notice that dusk had just started to set in, so the boys were due to wake up soon. Peering into the hall from your room, no clear evidence of movement or sound indicated that anyone was awake, so you retracted back into your room and settled back into your state of contemplation. You could’ve sworn you heard the distinct flapping of wings as you shut the door, but blamed it on your heightened sense of uneasiness.

Should’ve gone with the other one, you silently reprimanded yourself, adjusting certain areas to see if you could make the outfit more flattering. After all, you were going out with Viago tonight, who always looked dashing to say the least. Just don’t wanna let him down, is all.

Still peering in the mirror, you couldn’t help but feel something cold sliding down your waist. Your eyes followed the curve of your hips and waist in the mirror and were met with nothing but the reflection of yourself, but it wasn’t until you looked down at your body when you realized Viago’s hands were the culprit. Stupid vampires and their lack of a reflection.

“Surprise!” Viago said, with a toothy grin, his smile widening further as you turned to face him. You flashed him a forced smile in return, which he instantly picked up on.

“What’s wrong, my love?” He asked, his grin fading as he watched you remove yourself from him and sink down onto the end of your bed.

When you didn’t reply and looked down at your lap, Viago crossed the room himself and kneeled before you.

“Darling, tell me what’s wrong. I saw you looking in the mirror, and at first I was offended because that’s like one of the few things vampires get insecure about…” He trailed off as he realized he was rambling and received a quizzical look from you.

“But,” he started again, “I realized if you were not looking at me…”

You glanced down at your lap once more before speaking in a whisper. “I was looking at myself.”

Viago nodded while reaching a hand out to stroke your cheek gently, turning your head towards him in the process. He looked as though he wanted to question you further, to figure out the root of what was bothering you, but as you leaned into his touch, he decided against it. He’s been through these moments with you before, and you had warned him these various bouts of emotion came as a package deal when he agreed to a relationship with you. Still, though, this never made feeling insecure or upset any easier. If anything, knowing that someone else who is as selfless and devoted as Viago is involved in your drama made the feelings worse at times. I just don’t want to feel like a burden.

“You know, Y/N, you are not and never have been a burden, not to any of us” he said, as you slightly widened your eyes in surprise at his ability to read your mind. He didn’t read your’s, or really anyone’s mind often, as it wasn’t something he was particularly good at. He usually reserved it for use as a party trick or for emergencies–yet both options seemed unfit for the current moment.

He slid his hand down your cheek to your shoulder, slowly stroking to ease some of the tension that had built up and crescendoed to the state you found yourself in tonight. You relaxed into his touch as you had done before, allowing him to take care of you. Still, though, you couldn’t help but feel bad for somehow making this big bad vampire cater to your needs and wants. He was supposed to be out terrorizing people; hell, he killed people to stay alive! Yet here he was massaging your shoulders…

You could feel your eyes watering as you spiraled, realizing how fortunate you were to have Viago in your life, regardless of all the chaos it often brought you. “V-Vi?” You asked, wiping your eyes with the back of your hand, trying to ensure that any touching up you did to them to get ready stayed in place.

“Yes, my love?” He responded, his eyes searching yours, anxious to hear what you had to say.

You took a deep breath before speaking your thoughts. “I just…I don’t feel the best about myself tonight. Well, actually, most nights recently. And days. And I know you don’t care-”

He gripped one of your hands with his own as he interjected. “Of course I care,” he began, using his free hand to tuck some loose hair behind your ear. “I know it’s like the most cliché thing I could say, but liebchen, you’re the greatest thing that’s happened to me in centuries.”

You nearly rolled your eyes at his statement, but instead smiled at the meaning it held. “Considering only a handful of people can even say they’ve lived for centuries, I think there’s cheesier things you could’ve said.”

Viago’s smile widened, his fangs adorning his lower lip, happy to see your lifted mood. “Yeah, like what?” He asked.

You could feel the tension within yourself diminish as you curled your index fingers and brought them to either side of your lips. “I want to suck your blood!” You said, your accent mimicking a more extreme, dracula-esque version of his. Viago looked as though he was both offended but also glad that you felt confident enough to mock him, and you felt yourself smiling at his ability to cheer you up so easily.

You used your newfound tranquility to glance once more in the mirror, standing up from the bed and walking towards it as you followed the shape of your body. You felt Viago’s hands on your hips, but this time just in passing, as he placed himself between you and the mirror and began removing his overcoat.

You raised your eyebrows at his actions. “Woah, woah, woah, Vi! Are you trying to distract me from how I feel with your powers of seduction or something?!”

Viago chuckled at that, placing his hands on his hips. “As good as you look, darling, and as interesting as that sounds…” he began, moving to place his overcoat over the mirror, covering the glass. “That’s not what I was intending…at the moment. Unless…”

You rolled your eyes at his proposition, closing the space between each of you. You reached up to run your fingers through his hair, admiring the soft sensation under your fingertips. As your hands reach the nape of his neck, you interlock your hands, drawing his attention to your face in front of him. You glanced into his eyes as you spoke, “Vi, do you really think I look good tonight?”

He nodded as though it was obvious, but raised an eyebrow and cradled your chin with one of his hands when he was met with a look of uncertainty from you. “I know what you’re doing, liebling.”

“Yeah, what’s that?” You asked, removing your hands from his neck and tracing them down his chest, resting them on his pecs.

He followed the movement of your hands as he replied. “If I say you look good, you’ll convince yourself not to believe me. And if I say you don’t, which is literally never the truth, ever–”

“Then I will beat your eternal ass.” You laughed, astounded at how easily he could draw you from your dismissive thoughts.

He removed your hands from his chest and held them in his own, drawing circles on them with his thumbs. He leaned in close to reply, knowing you love the sensation, as he spoke. “I’d love to see you try.”

You pulled back, feigning offense, and raising your fists in a faux fighting pose. “Let’s go, you and me, right now,” you said, oblivious to the ironic fact that you just challenged a vampire to a round of hand-to-hand combat.

Viago laughed at your actions and nearly moved to join in on your little charade, but played dumb instead. “Go where? On a date?”

You mentally scolded yourself for teaching him basic rules of sarcasm and modern dialect. His joking inquiry, however, reminded you of the current situation you were in. “Yeah, shit…speaking of that, shouldn’t we be on our way out by now?”

This time, it was Viago’s turn to feign offense before speaking; complete with a dramatic hand over his chest. “What, you don’t want to be fashionably late? It’s like…one of the best things about me being a vampire–we’ve got literally all the time in the world for these types of things.”

You smiled at his proposition. “If you say so, but seeing as you just took off your coolest accessory, I don’t know about the whole ‘fashionable’ part…”

“What do you mean? You’re my coolest accessory,” he said, before his face dropped at how strange that sounded out of context. “Uhh, in a totally non-creepy and 100% fueled by my undying passion and love for you type of way.”

You crossed your arms and shook your head. “You’re killing me, Vi.”

“Well, you’re technically the only one here who even has the ability to be killed, so-”

You grinned throughout his reasoning and then cut him off with a kiss. His lips were cold, like normal–a feeling you had come to love. He moved to deepen the kiss, leaning down and gripping your waist to steady you as you moved against each other. Viago’s kisses were never short of phenomenal; the man literally had hundreds of years to perfect his craft. The coldness of his lips and touch contrasted perfectly with the fire and warmth he so often fueled inside of you.

As you began to get lost in the moment, a bite to your lip brought you back to reality. You pulled back, at first offended, but when you felt the familiar sensation of blood rushing to the location, and Viago’s fixated stare at your lip, you went in for another kiss. This time, however, Viago honed in on the spot where he previously broke skin, and when he pulled back you watched as a drop of your blood dripped down his chin.

Damn, you shouldn't have thought that was hot.

No, like, you really shouldn’t have, cause Viago could literally read your mind. And judging by the way he made a show out of the way he slyly wiped the crimson liquid off his chin, only to bring his fingers up to his lips for a taste, he definitely just did.

You crossed your arms again, with a pout. “That’s not fair!”

Viago shot you a confused look, and removed his–now clean–fingers from his mouth, wiping them on his coat that was still covering the mirror. “What? I thought you liked it when I did that…”

You raised a hand to your forehead in defeat at his lack of knowledge in the realm of human social cues, and sighed. “It wasn’t that Vi! I was just going to say that it’s not fair you get to fuel my fantasies with all your, uhhh…” You paused to search for a better word than what came to mind but decided against it when nothing else felt right, “...vampire-ness, and I can never seem to do the same for you.”

Viago started laughing in a way you had never seen before; like a full on maniacal, if you didn’t know this man you would run for the hills, type of laugh.

“What’s so funny, Mr. Cullen?” You asked him, confident that your jab would snap him out of his fit of laughter.

It certainly snapped him out of it, but of course he had something witty to say in response. “Wait, did you say, uh, Mr. Cullen? As in like the dad from those movies? Darling, I am not offended in the slightest cause, oh, that man-”

You swayed on your feet as you attempted to ground yourself in the current moment, anxious to hear how tonight would pan out. “Viago, my darling, I really do not need to know about your Carlisle Cullen fantasies right now; that is a topic for another time.” He wiggled his eyebrows at your interest, before you continued. “I just need to know if we are going to this thing or not.”

He noticed the anxiousness in your tone and reached a comforting hand out to rest on your arm. “Yeah, of course! I’ve been looking forward to it for a while now. The others are already waiting outside.”

“Really? I mean, we shouldn’t let them wait much longer then, huh?” You said, handing Viago his overcoat.

He gladly accepted it, pulling it around his form. “Oh and in case you didn’t gather this from literally this entire conversation…” He paused briefly to secure his arm around your waist, before continuing. “You look absolutely amazing tonight, and you fuel all my fantasies.” He then leaned down once more, and with a wink he said, “and then some.”

You glanced over your shoulder at the uncovered mirror, seeing now how wonderful the two of you look together. “You know what? After all that, I think I’m going to have to say I agree with you.”

“Glad you can finally see where I’m coming from, my love.” He said, with a kiss to the temple as you hurried out the door.

#viago x reader #what we do in the shadows

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Bea and Phantom: The Stinger Incident

Hey Sparks of Hope squad, hey Phandom. So I was looking through Bea’s backstory in detail and I noticed something, a little detail that I think may have big implications, and might even help explain why Bea and the Phantom’s relationship didn’t work out....! Posted under the cut due to length and moderate spoilers. (Also shoutouts to @turqrambles​ for letting me run this by them and discuss before writing this post!)

(Ok so first of all ignore the weird cropping and bad quality on this, I got this from my stream and cropped out the goofy thing I had in the corner lol)

“A whole new generation of fans was exposed to Bea when she became a celebrity host for the annual Galactovision song contest. Unfortunately, the Phantom was her co-host. The two constantly tried to outshine each other, eventually ruining their voices.” This is what Beep-0 has to say about this illustration, and I’m sure most of us took it at face value as a depiction of that. I was like, well, kinda weird they ONLY show the Phantom clearly suffering and blowing out his voice, but I didn’t give it too much thought.

But when I revisited the image again, I noticed a couple things. First of all- that’s the Phantom’s phonograph, right? For evidence, the same type of notes are coming out of it as are coming out of his own mouth.

Now, the phonograph is one of the things he was made out of. It’s literally part of him, and in a very real way it IS his voice. Of course, it’s normally inside of him. So why would he take something so important out? Make your own fantheory- maybe it amplifies and augments his own singing (here it appears to be doubling it and sending it in a different direction). Still, he’s very protective of it and wouldn’t normally do this, but let’s say he was around someone he had come to trust, someone he felt he could be vulnerable around, someone he cared for.

So the SECOND thing I noticed, was like “aww, he’s letting Bea use her stinger as the needle for the record! That’s kinda, sweet and intimate tbh...” but then I realized, ok, that’s not how phonographs work lol (the horn wouldn’t play any sound if it wasn’t using its own needle to read the record) and then I took a closer look and I’m like oh no, her hitting the record with her stinger is a BAD THING.

Look at the little burst effect happening here, the same one coming from the Phantom’s mouth. You can imagine the record scratch sound effect. She’s hitting the record with her stinger and MESSING HIM UP.

I do NOT think this is implying he actually lost his voice because of this! Even if this record got completely scratched up, it’s still just one record and could be replaced with another. I think it’s still true they both blew their voices out by trying to outdo each other. I think this illustration is just giving us subtle evidence of one occasion where she bumped the record with her bee booty and caused him to choke/crack, in front of a vast audience. You can imagine how someone as prideful as he would react to that.

So now the question is, did Bea do this on purpose? Was she trying to mess him up in order to out-compete him? Personally, I don’t think so. I’d like to think she’s a better person than that, that she genuinely cared for him and respected him and would never humiliate him on purpose (after all, she seemed to have an angry phase when they broke up), and that she has the professional standards to not want there to be an outright mishap like this during a performance. In the illustration, it doesn’t look like she’s aware of doing it, and given how good these backstory pics are at conveying subtle detail, I think they would have made her look way more mischievous if it was intentional on her part.

So we’re left with a very unfortunate incident. The Phantom thought he could trust her with something extremely important to him, and she let him down. She probably SHOULD have been more careful and aware! On the other hand, it was a genuine accident on her part, one she probably felt super guilty about. But no matter how much she may have apologized, I think it likely that the Phantom could never fully forgive her due to his pride, and this became a seed of bitterness and loss of trust planted in their relationship.

This is my personal theory for why they broke up. Of course, there was likely more to it than that; with both of them being so competitive and sort of diva personalities, it may have been destined to never work out no matter what. But I do like this as a particular impetus for their relationship crumbling, because to me it seems very realistic, kinda tragic, and makes me mutually sympathetic to both of them. The Phantom may have dumped her in a jerky way, but a partner doing something that shatters your trust is a difficult thing to cope with, even if it wasn’t out of malice on their part.

Feel free to agree, disagree, write a fanfic, or whatever! At the very least I hope you find me pointing out the record scratch thing to be interesting and run with it in your own way!

#mario + rabbids #mario plus rabbids #mario + rabbids sparks of hope #mario rpgs #fan analysis #bea #the phantom

[ts4ritsa]

hello, welcome to tumblr. may I request a hunter x human!reader oneshot where s2 ended? the two going to y/ns house and reconnecting with earth

✧ hunter oneshot :

after kings tide, y/n finds herself back at home. home sweet home… except now she has a witch bf to look after lol (gn reader)

3rd person POV

After being thrown back in to the human realm, the gang was left speechless and mortified. All their families— friends, lovers etc., were all in danger. And this time, there was nothing they could do about it. It took them all a while to recollect themselves after realizing that. Luz told everyone she would be going to her house, to see her mom again, and Vee. She obviously hinted that they all were welcome to follow her, and so they began walking. As for Y/N, they were debating on going back to their own home. The group understood how their friend was feeling and Luz herself wouldn’t mind if they ended up wanting to stay with her for a while.

Y/N wasn’t necessarily scared of going home because of their relationships with their family, no. It was because they didn’t know how to explain any of this to them. They disappeared without a trace, and had no way of contacting them ever since the portal was destroyed. Until now. Maybe they would get it? Probably not. Hopefully though. At least, they were pretty sure they’d welcome them with open arms.

“Hey, are you okay?” their boyfriend, Hunter asked. He was concerned for his lover, who, honestly, looked like they were about to pass out. Y/N snapped out of their thinking and took a second to nod at his question.

“Let’s go.” Y/N said, making up their mind.

Hunter obliged and the two began walking home. Home. Y/N was still pretty nervous, and Hunter could see that. He brushed his hand against theirs, and Y/N reluctantly took it. Hunter softly smiled as Y/N stared at the ground. He was looking at the other nearby houses, how nicely he thought they were decorated.

And so, Y/N and Hunter stood in front of the house they were looking for. Y/N could see their family through the windows. They were having dinner and talking about something. Y/N missed this, and they would hopefully get it back now. They walked towards the front door, and knocked. The two could hear a chair move against the ground and someone beginning to walk to the door.

And so, the door opened. It was Y/N’s mother. She gasped and just stared at her child. Teary eyed, her child says something to her. “Hi, mom.” Y/N’s mom immediately went in for a hug. After a few seconds of a tight embrace, she looked at the dude next to them. She raised and eyebrow and slightly dragged Y/N aside. “Who’s this?” she asked.

Y/N realized she was referring to Hunter and chuckled. “Oh, um, that’s…” they paused. “…my boyfriend, Hunter.” they stated. Y/N’s mom just stared at them. “Um, what? You disappear for months and then come back with a boyfriend? Explain yourself.” she demanded. Y/N sighed and scratched their head. “I will, just let me clean up.” Their mom just hummed and let them in, except glaring at Hunter a bit threateningly before letting him in as well. Hunter just gulped and followed along.

The rest of Y/N’s family heard all the noise and when they saw Y/N there, you bet they immediately attacked them with warm hugs and millions of questions. And they all stared suspiciously at Hunter, who was literally right next to Y/N and smiling nervously the whole time. Y/N just laughed when they noticed and told their family to lay off on him.

So after sitting down in the living room and getting comfy, Y/N told their family members everything. How it all started, how they almost died, who helped them survive and stay happy, and what just went down. At first, they were so confused, and thought this was silly. But after seeing how gloomy and scared Y/N looked talking about what just happened, they believed her.

Hunter’s ears were also enough proof for them. At first they thought it was a birth defect or something, but then they realized it was because of magic. Weird. But anyway, they promised they would support and help Y/N all the way. But they also suggested that they should at least stay and bond with the family again, for a little bit. Y/N respectfully didn’t respond to that. She kinda needed to fix everything as soon as possible but she didn’t wanna crush them. Then Y/N asked if Hunter could stay with them, in their room.

Y/N’s parents just stared at them. They asked so casually too, which insulted them for even considering it. They were about to say something but Y/N’s siblings gave them a thumbs up and pushed their parents aside. So it was settled.

They spent another hour catching up and eating. Hunter went to go take a shower and Y/N was getting comfy in their old bedroom again. When Hunter was finished, Y/N went to go take one as well. Before they did, Y/N brushed Hunter’s wet hair off his face and giggled. Hunter was confused and blushed a bit. Y/N giggled even more and nudged against him before going to shower.

Hunter sighed and softly smiled at his dear’s antics.

A while later, they were all dried up and ready to go to bed. Y/N yawned and noticed they got a text message from… Luz! She was asking if they were okay and if they could meet up tomorrow at the nearby park. Y/N replied with a yes to both questions and said good night ‘cause they were extremely tired. Luz sent a smiley face emoji and said good night as well.

Y/N put the phone down and got nice and comfy in their bed. Hunter joined in after a few minutes and almost immediately fell asleep when he felt Y/N snuggle up against him. He looked down to see them sleeping soundly right beside him.

Hunter smiled warmly and gingerly held his significant other as he fell fast asleep.

a/n: thanks anon ily 🫶 hope u liked it cuz i sure didnt

© ts4ritsa (do not repost w/o credits)

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[dark-night-star-light]

Spirit Animals: Against the Tide (Reread pt. 5)

DISCLAIMER: WILL CONTAIN SPOILERS FOR BOOKS ONE THROUGH SEVEN AND BOOKS ONE THROUGH FOUR IN SECOND SERIES.

Masterpost

Chapter 1

“ . . . it was enough to instantly and badly burn any foot, or boot, or paw . . . ” (2). How did the four get on top of Muttering Rock during the climax, then???

“Kings and empires had risen and fallen since his imprisonment, but still, he waited” (2). Foreshadowing Kovo saying that it’s better for kingdoms to fall than for the Wyrm to claim its host?

Kovo and Gerathon bickering like siblings is lowkey funny???

Chapter 2

“‘She’s just jumpy. We all are.’ ‘I wonder why’” (8). Abeke and Meilin’s relationship has regressed significantly . . . damn.

“Except that Abeke’s family usually made her feel uncomfortable and small and worthless, while being with Conor was easy and warm” (9). Abeke’s abusive family literally makes me so angry. Also “being with Conor was . . . warm” . . . she probably means that literally and figuratively, considering what happened in Arctica.

“‘ . . . I saw what happened when Conor and Meilin chose their families over our quest - and when Rollan nearly did . . . ’” (9). Abeke is the only one that hasn’t attempted to choose her family over the quest somehow. Huh. 

“The falcon shrieked, which might have meant, ‘Oh, put your shirt back on’” (13). REJECTED.

“‘That’s not fair,’ said Rollan. ‘That’s barely hilarious at all’” (16). He does have a point.

Chapter 3

“‘They probably already know,’ Meilin said unhelpfully. ‘Since someone is passing them information, as you might remember’” (20). Meilin is so mean in this book. 

“‘I thought we were friends’” (20). That’s literally so manipulative of Meilin. She was being hostile first.

“‘ . . . you realize that was the second time you were conveniently captured so you could be used as leverage against us?’” (21). The first time was Glengavin, right? But she wasn’t even used as leverage then???

“ . . . every time he thought of Shane, he wanted to punch something . . . ” (21). The third time Conor has expressed interest in punching Shane, you guys. In case you’re keeping track.

“‘I knew that boll weevil in my soup last night looked suspicious’” (23). LOL.

“He had a strong, sinking feeling that this mission was going to end with loss and disaster” (25). The foreshadowing is done with a heavy hand in this book. Not sure if I’m a fan.

Rollan and Meilin arguing for a whole page be like: Actually, I’m right-

Chapter 4

“Nope. Don’t even think about it. I refuse to be eaten by sharks” (34). I talked about this briefly during my Hunted reread, but the tone of the story after the first book is vastly different from the first book’s tone. It gets lighter and more joke-y. This quote is another example. “Nope” is a word that is too informal to have ever made an appearance in the first book.

“ . . . oh, and PS, also had deadly sharks snapping and lunging only a few feet away” (35). This book is even more informal in tone than the past three. Again, it makes sense given the change in author, it’s just interesting.

“‘Hruumf,’ she observed at the sky” (37). This is so cute.

“The top of a rockback whale was clearly no place for her, and hey Jhi was trying her best to do as Meilin had asked” (38). Yeah. Yeah, I wonder why that is.

Chapter 5

“‘Foolish stupid crazy stupid lunatic brainless-’” (41). Ladies and gentlemen, may I present the extent of cursing in this book.

“Then she started pointing to the shark bites and barking orders at everyone swimming or paddling around the whales” (44). She’s ordering people she doesn’t even know? What an icon.

“With a whoop, he did a cartwheel in the sand and fell over” (44). This is too hilarious.

“Uraza turned up her nose, flicked her tail, and stalked off toward the jungle of dark green trees visible at the top of the beach” (45). She’s back to her arrogant self, lol. 

“Two islanders ran up as Kalani took off her dripping green seaweed cloak; one took it from her with careful ceremony, while the other handed her a new, dry green cloak” (47). Kalani has servants?

“‘Compassion and respect! So THERE’” (48). LMFAO.

Chapter 6

Does Abeke have trauma from island jungles?

I actually think that Ngaio and Tangaroa’s spirit animal might be the best in the whole series. Really. They literally play hide-and-seek together. That’s so cute. Also totally what I would do if I had a spirit animal.

“She almost missed the freezing wind and icy, insect-free snow of Arctica - but not really” (53). Didn’t Abeke grow up on a hot savannah? She really shouldn’t be preferring coldness to heat.

“‘Probably because he expected you to help them,’ Kalani said. ‘Instead of acting like an embarrassing mule-headed pig’s snout’” (55). This is such a teenage insult, it’s funny.

Ngaio and Tangaroa’s relationship is probably the best spirit animal bond ever.

“‘This lunatic is nearly as old as a whale king. Show a little respect for your elders’” (57). Didn’t she just call him “an embarrassing mule-headed pig’s snout” though? 

“Abeke could tell that Meilin was ready to stab something. Fun was not something any of them had time for, not with the future of Erdas at stake” (58). This would be so fun to draw.

“Definitely no falling into the crocodile-infested river” (61). Seems like something Rollan would say.

Can’t Abeke call foul play on Tangaroa for the river stunt?

“It reminded Abeke a little of Kunaya, the kitten she’d rescued on their trip to find Rumfuss” (63). Oh yeah, that reminds me, what happened to Kunaya? Did Finn take her? New headcanon: Donn-Kunaya parent-child relationship.

Chapter 7

“Briggan came back from sniffing the undergrowth, licked Conor’s hand, and sat down on his foot” (66). The image of this is too funny.

“Briggan was trying very hard to look dignified, but it would be very hard for anyone, even a Great Beast, to maintain his dignity while wearing a bouncing orange hat” (68). Grumpy Briggan.

Nightshade Island is cursed because of the First Devourer War catalyst event happening there, I’m pretty sure.

Bruh, Meilin is literally physically abusing Rollan? I hope this is a one-time thing-

“‘Jhi, for the love of Mulop, would you stop rolling around like a drunk chimpanzee?’” (72). Meilin is kind of psychologically abusive toward Jhi as well.

Chapter 8

“‘Meaning people who’d rather throw a meal away than give it to a starving orphan’” (74). That wasn’t Rollan’s code of honor, though? It was don’t steal from sick or poor people, and don’t steal if there’s a better way. I guess there’s a footnote there, then.

“‘If anyone knew where we were going - if anyone spoke of this island to us - if someone helped us get there even just by giving us a canoe . . . ” (75). Why can’t they just ask someone to give them a canoe and not tell them where they were going? They can lie.

“‘I’m not sure his head is going to fit in the canoe anymore’” (76). LMFAO.

Ah yes, Essix’s iconic blood-curdling shriek.

Meilin thinks being with Rollan is like being with a panda: parallels.

“If the word tapu hadn’t already existed, Meilin thought someone would have invented it just to describe this island” (82). That’s probably what happened, though???

“It was a little weird if she thought about it, and a little weird that she liked it, and a little weird to think about Rollan at all . . . ” (83). You don’t say.

“‘I can still control Jhi . . . ’” (85). Meilin feels so toxic in this book? Like more than normal??? It’s concerning.

“ . . . [Tarik and Rollan] looking almost like father and son . . . ” (87). Foreshadowing.

Chapter 9

“Conor, Abeke, and Kalani had spent most of the day lying in a shallow hole, covered with palm fronds . . . They were waiting for it to get dark” (90). Why didn’t they just wait for it to be dark before coming? Then they wouldn't've had to be in a cramped hole.

“Conor wasn’t sure what system she was using for the symbols” (93). I kind of want to know how Kalani is marking the walls so they don’t get lost, as well.

For some reason, I remember them meeting Timone on the island itself, not in the cave system??? Huh.

“‘You can’t take us anywhere near the tribe!’” (94). Is he trying to warn Kalani about the Bile’s effects?

I kind of want to know what Timone was doing wrong with his bond to make Waka resist him before he took the Bile.

“‘That no-good shark-faced backstabbing son of a jellyfish’” (97). Kalani has such descriptive chain insults.

Chapter 10

“If only the Bile didn’t exist in the first place” (102). Foreshadowing the end of the first series?

Kovo, a Great Beast, and one that thinks humans are stupid, gives the Devourer the Bile, a substance that enslaves animals to humans. Very logical of him.

“‘You mean - he would have come to me anyway?’” (103). So that means the first Devourer is literally not even old enough to be bonded. He’s not even eleven years old.

I’m not really a fan of the use-dreams-to-further-the-plot-or-explain-things trope, and this is no exception.

“‘Thank you, Jhi,’ Tarik said. ‘Yes,’ said Rollan. ‘Thank you very, very much.’ ‘Why would it be here, on the beach?’ Meilin demanded” (108). Meilin is the only one that didn’t thank her own spirit animal.

Chapter 11

Wow, they killed a whole-ass Komodo dragon.

“They had to run, and hope against hope . . . ” (112). Hope against hope? Kind of a cool line.

Abeke! Riding! Uraza! It’s mentioned in Tales of the Great Beasts that Uraza was too proud to let just anybody ride her. 

Katoa seems so cool. Like if he were human, he’d be one of those chill, laid-back surfer-type people. 

Chapter 12

If Meilin has a grandfather, how come she never tries to see him? We don’t ever meet him either. Is he dead?

“They would be furious - for five minutes. Then they would roll up their sleeves and start cleaning it up” (118). Kind of reminds me of Meilin: angry during the war, but afterward she helps rebuild Zhong.

“‘She’s not,’ Meilin said. ‘I thought so at first, but . . . we are meant for each other” (119). Meilin was kind of abusive to Jhi for the majority of this book. There was a cute moment after Jhi found the shell, but before that, it was all verbal lashings.

Is this dream Jhi attempting to warn Meilin?

“‘Worse,’ murmured Jhi. ‘Oh, Meilin . . . I can’t tell you, but you need to know . . . ’” (121). So, she is trying to warn Meilin. Can Gerathon control the animals, too? I mean, she can control the humans that control their spirit animals, but can she control the animals directly? I’m pretty sure she can-

Chapter 13

“‘Has anyone ever told you that your trust issues are all over the place?’” (124). Yeah, get her, Rollan.

“Lenori was on the beach . . . ” (124). Where has Lenori been all this time?

“‘Kalani is a wise and strong queen’” (125). Isn’t she sixteen?

“She looked straight at Abeke. ‘That’s the person who killed my father’” (127). She is in for a surprise. Also, she was good with Abeke in the last book? In one of the previous books, she makes an effort to not let her distrust for Abeke show outward.

“Rollan found himself appreciating the fact that at least his spirit animal had a face” (129). LOL.

“‘I fear that something awful is about to happen’” (132). Heavy hand with the foreshadowing there.

Rollan’s carpet memory with his mom . . . awww.

“He wondered if he and his friends would survive long enough to see a day when they could just enjoy a place like this . . . ” (138). Really, this needs to happen. Canonically.

“‘Float there unhelpfully like a wet piece of silk if the answer is yes’” (140). HA. Also, she should’ve switched that to no.

“‘I’ll go first,’ he offered” (141). So Rollan was scared to get onto the Kingray, but he’s willing to be the first to go into a giant hole?

Chapter 14

“The wolf sniffed at the tentacle and sneezed . . . ” (143). This kind of reminds me of the line in Fire and Ice. Parallels? 

“‘Remember the tall ones from last time?’” (144). What is Mulop referring to? What humans? Conquerors from the First Devourer War?

“ . . . being the only underwater Great Beast” (145). But the Great Beasts had to migrate to the Evertree, which is in the middle of Nilo . . . how did Mulop . . . ?

Mulop’s question-answer talking is so funny.

“‘I thought the war was the Devourer’s idea, and Kovo and Gerathon were just helping him’” (148). Yeah, I thought that, too. I really don’t remember anything, do I?

“‘Kovo wanted to rule Erdas. Why?’” (148). I kind of wish easter eggs about why Kovo did what he did were planted while writing this series, instead of Kovo just pacing in his cage muttering about how he wants to crush the human race. Also, he’s a Great Beast. Doesn’t he already kind of rule, in a way?

“‘We also guard the secret of the bond between humans and spirit animals. That is the source of power’” (148). The Evertree???

“‘Very few still remain with their Great Beasts. Tellun’s. Cabaro’s. And mine’” (149). Didn’t Olvan say that the four fallen’s and Kovo and Gerathon’s talismans went missing after the First Devourer War? The Conquerors have Gerathon’s, obviously, but where are the others, then?

“‘It is a terrible thing,’ said Mulop. His deep green eyes bored into Meilin’s. ‘You will wish you had been kinder, little warrior’” (152). So Great Beasts can sense the Bile? Also, why didn’t Mulop, just, like, tell them that Meilin had taken the Bile?

Chapter 15

“‘Essix would have warned me if we were being followed’” (158). Only if Essix knew.

“‘Plenty of boats to carry us straight to Stetriol and into the hands of the Devourer. Aren’t we lucky’” (159). LOL.

“She could see at once that the enemy had planned for this attack . . . ” (159). Okay, so step one: Gerathon looks through Meilin’s eyes. Step two: she . . . tells the Conquerors??? How??? Isn’t she in Stetriol? It’s not like she can send messages? Or does she control them instead of telling them???

“Zerif tucked the Iron Boar back into his shirt, still grinning smugly. Abeke wanted to smash something. Ideally his face” (163). I personally think we should allow Abeke this basic human right.

“A heartbeat later, Essix dropped from the sky and drove her talons and beak at the Conqueror’s face” (164). GO FOR THE TALISMAN, ESSIX! THE TALISMAN.

Chapter 16

Oh, here it is.

“Abeke was taller, but Meilin knew ways of holding people that made it almost impossible for her to break free” (168). Does that mean that Gerathon can only work within a person’s arsenal of skills? Can she force someone to fight if they don’t know how?

“It’s me. I’m the mole” (168). *dramatic music*

“Did my father do this to me?” (168). If he did (he probably did), then he quite literally got himself killed. He tricked Meilin in drinking the Bile → Gerathon can see through Meilin’s eyes → the Conquerors swarm the Lake of the Elephant → General Teng is killed.

Also, why? Why did he want Meilin to have a spirit animal so badly? It is mentioned that Meilin’s mother and all four of Meilin’s grandparents had spirit animals. Maybe he felt isolated and didn’t want his daughter going through the same thing?

Also, how did he even get Bile??? Where did it come from??? Why was he just willing to give it to his daughter? So many unanswered questions . . .  

This is referred to several times throughout the chapter as a “betrayal”. But it’s not??? It’s not even close??? Betray is defined as “to treacherously reveal information or secrets”. Meilin did none of the above. So this isn’t a betrayal.

The only person doing anything evil is Gerathon, who they already knew was bad. Obviously, that doesn’t make it any less devastating, but it’s not a betrayal. Thank you for coming to my TedTalk.

“Jhi was being controlled by Meilin exactly the way Meilin was being controlled by Gerathon right now” (170). Which allows room for some level of resistance, right? Also, it feels like they made Meilin ridiculously toxic in this book in particular to foreshadow this. She was less toxic before this and barely toxic at all in the first book.

“ . . . it would only take a moment for Rollan to switch talismans . . . ” (172). Can you not use more than one at a time?

“I’m the mole . . . I’m the reason the Conquerors are winning the war. I’m the reason they’ve always been able to find us; it’s my fault they have the talismans they stole from us. It’s my fault my father is dead” (174). Literally none of those things are her fault. They’re really all her father’s fault. And again, referring to her as the mole is inaccurate.

Chapter 17

Again, saying Meilin is the mole is inaccurate.

“‘Why didn’t the Greencloaks protect her?’” (177). Honestly, yeah.

“‘I’m glad you guys are safe, too,’ Conor said . . . ” (178). Yeah, about that . . . 

“Conor stared at him in disbelief, his green eyes wide and confused” (179). I think this is the first time we’re getting canon Conor eye color?

Okay question: couldn’t the Greencloaks have just stopped trying to collect talismans and instead focus on building their army for the war? Because so far, the Conquerors haven’t actually gotten the talismans themselves, just stolen them. They probably wouldn't have either, considering that the Great Beasts only gave theirs up because the four fallen were there. So if the talismans stay with the Great Beasts, neither side will get them and Kovo will never be freed?

Final thoughts and rating:

I like Kalani as a character and her insults are definitely top tier. Tangaroa and Ngaio are definitely my favorite bond thus far. I liked how Conor doubted Abeke in certain places then felt ashamed. It really made him feel more 3D and not like a perfect angel that trusts everyone, because in a situation like this, it’s a bit impossible. The author did a good job of conveying Nightshade Island, like I could picture it in my head, and I usually can’t do that very well. It wasn’t really the physical description itself that was so good, it was the way it made you feel that was done exceptionally. Sunlight Island’s cave system was really cool in my opinion, and I wish it could’ve been revisited at a later point in the series. I enjoyed Mulop’s personality a lot, it’s nice to see the Great Beasts show some character and really come to life. The plot twist was definitely pulled off perfectly, and was clearly foreshadowed with the sleepwalking and whatnot. I think Meilin’s devastation was written quite nicely. I enjoyed Abeke’s slow realization that her family was pretty abusive towards her. I also liked how Rollan’s mother and his feelings about it didn’t weigh the story down too much, only at critical points. A very good choice in terms of writing efficiently.  

Meilin choosing to help the whales redeems her a bit, but I still think the way they decided to make her ridiculously toxic right before the reveal was a bit unnecessary. Meilin was definitely more toxic than needed in this book. Personally, I think they should’ve taken it down a couple notches. Mulop not just telling the four that Meilin had taken Bile was a questionable choice. I think easter eggs and hints toward Kovo’s true motive, stopping the Wyrm, should’ve been planted in this book instead of making him out to be this human-hating villain that is bent on ruling Erdas. Just small things, like Kovo perhaps worrying about a “mysterious ancient force” or justifications involving how he will “save Erdas”. 

Rating: 8/10

#draeyem rereads spirit animals #against the tide #spirit animals series #spirit animals books #sa spoiler #abeke #conor #meilin #rollan #zerif #tarik #kalani

[astraystayyh]

OH MY GOD MY FAVORITES??? HOW CAN I CHOOSE THERES SO MANY UR SO CRUEL TO ME </3 (jk)

Ok ok I’ll give u some of my favorites hehe cuz I can’t simply choose just one

Volcano. Automatically Volcano. Might even be my number one?? Literally any time I listen to Volcano now I think of this fic. Like it was just PERFECTION on top of PERFECTION almost made me cry I loved it so much. You packed so many details into it too and I really love coming back to it every once in a while to see what else I catch that I missed before. Also Hannie??? I love my Hannie ok. Volcano was just a masterpiece and I loved her sm truly deserves the best.

Invisible Thread up next! Part one is one of the first fics I read by you I think? Took me a while to come on anon ik ik 🫡 but both parts were just *chef’s kiss* and I loved how they intertwined with each other and complimented each other perfectly. They built off one another and you really saw the character development and growth reading from each part like 🥹 loved her sm. Part two was also a nice comfort for me cuz I wasn’t feeling well when it came out but reading it felt like a warm hug and I really appreciated that comfort at the time.

You’re in the Wind, I’m in the Water is gonna be my third choice hehe. I absolutely love how Hyunjin’s photos birthed this cuz it was so BEAUTIFUL??? And part two absolutely had me hooked. I really loved the sequences and I’m an absolute romance fiend so I was really loving the second part hehe.

Ok I’m not done cuz I can’t forget your drabbles too??? I love them equally hehe. First off the Seungmin drabble where you realize you don’t have to act a certain way around him. Mmm yup that one hit I loved it and wanna give it a lil smoochie. I feel like Seungmin was such a perfect choice for that.

Keeping the Seungmin train going, the other drabble you made where he comforted the reader who tends to bottle up their emotions. Again, hit very hard but was such a great comfort.

Okee last drabble would beeeeee the Chan one of him being proud of you at the end of a hard day. I love comfort fics and you really write them well hehe.

I’ll end this off by also saying I really love all your Hyunjin brain rots too. Like your essay I asked you to write about why you love him? Had me in tears. I just really loved reading it and I feel your understanding of the members REALLY blossoms all of your writings more. Cuz like, you understand them deeper than some may. That’s how I feel at least. I think that really helps to make the fics you write, even just the mini drabbles, feel so much more alive.

I love you, I love your brain, I love your writing, and I’m excited to see what you come up with next year <3

(Also sorry this was long lol)

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YOU ARE THE ABSOLUTE BEST TO ME I WANNA REACH THROUGH MY PHONE AND SQUEEZE YOUUU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! thank you for loving Volcano this much it truly blows my mind that u think of it whenever u listen to volcano because that song is so so so beautiful and for u to associate my work with it..... sobbing in the corner, seriously.

EEEE INVISIBLE THREAD!!! so omg u've been here for a while now THANK YOU FOR STAYING!!!! :'))) and thank you for appreciating the part two as well, it wasn't really action heavy just very healing and human so to know it brought you some comfort? wahhhh warms my heart :(((

HYUNE pool pics will forever go down history like he was insane for that absolutely crazy and i love him so much for it because i think it's my favorite fic too??? it was just from the heart:'))) AND ORANGE!!! hehehhehe im so happy u liked it u are validating the hopeless romantic in me too

THE DRABBLES U REM THEM TOO ☹️☹️☹️☹️ seung is such a comfort figure right writing hurt/comfort for him comes so easily i love him very dearly,, and the chan one ;;;;; his msg that day made me tear up OUR BOYS ARE THE SWEETEST.

thank you for loving my hyune brainrots ;;;;; i love your questions about him the most like you GET ME we get each other thank u for giving me space to talk about him and I LOVE YOU THE MOST, seriously, you always say such sweet and heartwarming things about my writing it makes me so so so so happy. you make this place so much brighter ur emoji fits u so well because u are like a twinkle and light in my life ;;; thank u for existing and for being so kind to me i truly appreciate you more than i could ever express <333

#sahar's.asks <3 #💫 anon