#why did you care about that book and hence why should *I* care about it

[hyperfixated-archivist]

Here’s some crack fics I wrote a month ago that haunt my restless dreams. Behold.

———

The archive is on fire

this bothers nobody.

the tape recorder is on, rolling like proud Mary. 

”Martin came into work today, fucking hate that man. Wish he would die. I’m such a good boss”

the door opens, and in comes Martin Crackhorn. “Sup you sexy snake, want some leaf juice?” “Fuck off you bastard, I’m reading about the mentally Ill.”

martin blushes. 

Tim bursts through the wall like the kill aid man, dressed head to dog in mr bonzo merch. And lingerie, but no one cares about that—there are more pressing matters. 

“I solved the arg mother fuckers, here’s my girlfriend.” Alice hand drier walked in on the ceiling, because trans people don’t like physics or any of its motives. “Wassup bitches, gimme a twenty.” 

“Why?” Sasha asks, crawling out from her desk chewing a table. “Because I’m so sexy that’s why.” 

They all nod in agreement. 

“Welp,” Elias says, notifying to everyone that he was still there with a slap of his 200 hundred year old knees. “I’m getting another divorce today, can’t stick around.” 

“Leave my dad alone!” Martin and Tim say, glaring at each other before Martin stabs Tim in the elbow. “They! That was new!!” 

Jon sighs. “I wish mr spider had just eaten me instead of billy wheeler.” 

“Womp womp” says nikola, taking his ear and chewing it like Tabasco. 

“I hate this life.” Gerry says, “make out with me,” says the sexy yellow door. 

“No thanks, I’m a book, we will never work.” Micheal runs away crying. 

“what did you just say to my grandson?” Gertrude has risen from the dead. “I think you’re confused gramma.” “No, I’m Gertrude.”

Eric is in the corner putting his eyes back in, but they’re backwards and he is horrified by the sight of his own Brian.

”marry me Juliet,” says Martin to his emotionally constipated boss. “No! I’m busy.” He picks up the binoculars and looks at Tim who is sat two feet from him on Alice’s lap. 

“Omg that’s so gay.” Alice is weeping openly now. 

Peter walks in, the room goes misty. 

“There you are, my prized little problem.” 

“Dad!” Elias gets a weird look, but no one follows up on it because Tim is missing both his girlfriend and his knees. 

Peter dips out after punching Jon in the emotions.

”I can see it all.” Jon gets punched by Daisy, who immediately smooches bassira on the forehead before jumping into the coffin. 

“Well,” “shit,” Berlin and Hoop are pale and normal looking, pay no attention to the zippers on their necks.

”it’s time to d-d-d-duel!” Mary has been skinned. Everyone ignores her. As they should. 

“Well,” Martin wants to say he didn’t see this coming, but he did. “I’m going to marry you.” 

“Oh word?” Jon and Martin have a wedding in spring. It is delightful, no one dies, and the priest is just happy to be free from the meaty clutch. 

Jared hopworth is the flower girl. It does not end well. 

The eyepocolypse is avoided, but Daisy still does because it’s what she deserves. 

Elias gets killed by jurgen lightener, who immediately dies of Ligma. 

All is well, except for Tim. He is suffering. 

Click.

———

Heavy metal blasts from her mouth.

”wassup twot, where’s the cheese?” Mary sighed. “We ‘ave non.” “Bullshit, give me the cheese before I ceaseless watcher you.” 

Mary visibly tenses. She pulls out an uno reverse. 

Gertrude eats it.

”Dearly beloved, get wrecked.” Gertrude does a backflip.

”I want your lungs.” “No, that’s gay.” 

The crusty dusty old bitches fight. Gertrude wins, the absolute girlboss.

Micheal comes out from Gerry’s room, no one ask why. 

“Oh no!” Gertrude’s eyebrows run away. “The consequences of my actions!” 

“I’m going to kill you.” 

“Nuh uh.” 

.

.

.

a gunshot rings out. 

Gerry is an orphan, Mary is still alive, Micheal is single, and Gertrude is secretly John Cena, hence why the eye couldn’t see her.

”if you don’t like my killer attitude—“

Eric bursts in. “You’re cheating on me?!” 

“What? No?” Gertrude is a confused old lady. 

“Not you— her.” “Oh, yes. She’s a lying scumbag.” 

Eric gets the rusty shears, but trips and dies. Not on the shears, but from embarrassment and testicular blueness. 

“Gerry wants to die.” No one knows who said it, but it’s very true. 

So he does.

momstermf enermguy. Bag for lumgs.

”I want to marry you so that we can divorce.” “Alright Elias, calm your saggy tits.” 

No one is happy, and Micheal is still a door. 

“Don’t @ me.” Gertrude is dead now, and all is at peace.

———

Martin was hungy. Tim owned a pet gorldfish. 

Can I make it anymore obvious?

”Martini, you absolute gay barnacle, have you seen my fish Charles-Jevil—“

Marin is choking on the fish. Greedy bastard.

Jon is crying in disappointment and also because of his severe and chronic lack of parents. 

Sasha is dead. No one knows why.

Tim has a gun, and breaks through a wall just to walk back in through the front door.

Will wood is blasting from every device, electronic and not. 

It’s just Red Moon. Again, and again. 

Elias walks in, hears will wood, and because he is a homophobe he immediately dies. 

Agnes would have come, but she was on a date with her boyfriend because they deserve happiness and they get it. 

Tim has been c4’d by Martin. The audience cheers, then weeps until the archive is flooded.

”My paper-work!” “Jon you fucking neek, no one cares about the fucking boxes you foolish bitch!!”

Jon is having a panic attack, and the water has eaten his shoes.

Tim has forgotten his anger, and since he is a ghost, he can get his pet fish back from Hades, Orpheus style. 

Spoiler, he looked back. She died.

#tma #the magnus archives #crack post #crack fic #jon sims #martin blackwood #tim stoker #sasha james #not sasha #alice dyer #gertrude robinson #Mary Keay #gerry keay #eric delano #agnes montague #elias bouchard #peter lukas #i am ashamed #i am cringe but i am free #nikola orsinov

[kamotecue]

grumpy and her sunshine ❃ f. rolfö

pairing: fridolina rolfö x reader

summary: you were known as the stone-cold midfielder, but to your national teammates, they knew how much of a softie you are, especially for a certain forward. danish!reader ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ ⋆✦⋆ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

to others, you weren’t seen as a soft-hearted person. you weren’t one for smiling in public, you’ve only shown your smile to frido, the love of your life.

you met through a certain captain, pernille was the one to introduce you to her. it happened during an international friendly, the danish captain had learned of your crush after kathrine had let it slip in the locker room.

since then the two of you would go on dates, you would surprise her with gifts, as it was your love language. however, hers was words of affirmation and quality time.

it was off-season for the club, hence you spent a few days in barcelona. you were sitting on a bean bag chair that you persuaded frido to buy.

“love, what are you doing?” frido asked, as you snickered at her look. she wore a pair of your glasses (it didn’t have any grade, so it didn’t affect her eye sight), her hair was in a lovely but in a messy bun.

“i’m just reading a book.” you said, waving up a book you brought, it was something you would do. every night, you’d read a chapter to frido before you’d both go to bed.

“should we order take out?” frido asked, as you gave her a chuckle.

“love, between the two of us, you’re the better cook.” frido commented, as you gave her an innocent look.

“go ahead and order.” you said, giving her a soft look as she got her phone and ended up ordering pizza. when she was done, you gave her a hum.

“if you told me a few years ago that i was dating you, i wouldn’t have believed it.” frido teased, as you jokingly looked at her offended.

“i must have you know, i’m quite charming that’s why you fell for me.” you laughed at her look, but she shook her head with a small smile.

“you really are, n/n.” you gave her a small smirk, before patting your thigh. she gave you a small look, but ended up sitting on your thighs, while you both engaged in a small talk.

“i used to be a little intimidated by you, did you know? everyone was so surprised when they found out” as you gave her a small laugh, it was amusing when she would tell stories.

“were they that surprised when they found out? besides, it’s not like i care what they say about us, they probably have sad love lives anyway.” you joked as frido slapped your arm that was around her waist.

“n/n.” she said, as you gave her a lopsided grin.

“alright, maybe i do care. i want to prove that i’m worth it, you’re the only one i have a soft spot for.” you commented as she smiled brightly.

“you’re such a little giant, but i love you n/n.” she gave you a little kiss on the crown of your head.

“i love you too, my sunshine.” you said, a lot of fans said that you both fitted the sunshine and grumpy trope. it made you laugh in amusement, but you didn’t deny it.

#fridolina rolfö #fridolina rolfö imagine #fridolina rolfö x reader #woso imagine #woso x reader #woso one shot #swewnt x reader

[misstycloud]

How to stop your husband from being weird: situation one- digging in the middle of the night.

One of the things that I have noticed about my dear husband, Arlo (bless his soul), is the constant digging in our backyard; he leaves in the middle of the night and when I dare glance out the window, I see him. His back is always facing towards me, so I can’t get a good look at his face. He is a very expressive person and I can tell what he thinks from simply looking at his face, hence why this is somewhat concerning.

Had I known that my dearest would wake up during ungodly hours of the night, get dressed, fetch the garden tools from the shed, and then proceed to dig a massive hole, then maybe I would have hesitated to say ‘yes’. (Do not be worried, I love my husband deeply and this was just a little joke.)

Joke aside, it is still very annoying. Does he not know this will keep me awake too? I have work to do and I can’t keep on going if my sleep is this disturbed. I would have to be some sort of abomination- a vampire perhaps?

That is not all; I find dirt particles inside our house; I clean for nothing apparently.

I have tried bringing this up(somewhat hard to ask your spouse why they are leaving you all cold and lonely in the middle of the night) with Arlo, but every time he changed the subject. The audacity! He even asks me if I’m ill and is in need of a doctor. I tell him ‘I am quite fine thank you very much!’ and remind him my eyesight is good, I’m not imagining things and I know he’s been up to something in the yard. I also know he’s not preparing to pot new plants for summer so he better not try that with me.

Last time I tried prying the answer out of him, he finally relented and gave me what I wanted.

His explanation: I have been finding a lot of roadkill and other deceased animals lately. I didn’t want you to have to see it. You know I work so many hours, I don’t have time during the day, that’s why I bury them at night. It’s horrible, but understandable since they’re rebuilding the library and trucks loaded with materials drive by often.

Whether I believe this explanation or not doesn’t matter. There is factor agreeing with his explanation and there are ones that goes agaisnt it.

Those vouching for him: it is true that trucks drive by often these days since the library really did catch on fire recently. It was an unfortunate accident casued(according to the police) by some teenagers. They played around with a lighter and things escalated beyond their control. The saddest part is that I can’t go to the library anymore, I suppose I’ll have to find new hobbies to entertain myself until the library is rebuilt and restocked with books. Another thing is that I do like animals and it definitively wouldn’t be fun to see a run-over one in real life. My husband is very caring and wouldn’t expose me to something he knows I hate, therefore it makes sense for him to bury them in secret. Besides, his job is demanding and he actually wouldn’t be able to do so in the day.

All of this form one solution that is: burying the dead animals in secret from his wife(me) during nighttime as to not disturb me or his work hours. (If we look away from the fact I wake when he does)

Factors indicating he’s lying: how come I have never found a roadkill if they are so common nowadays? It’s unusual for him to come home before me, and if he’s that busy with work, it wouldn’t make sense for him to find all of them before I’ve even caught a whiff of something foul nearby. You see what I mean? Secondly, there is not reason why he should be the one doing all this work. Surely there are professionals dealing with here things? In that case then he should call them instead and tell those truck-drivers to be more careful.

Ultimately this is very suspicious, but what else can I do? Statistically, there is a high chance(I believe?) that your husband will have at least one weird hobby. I will have to live with that and I have said to him ‘I love you more than anything and if this is something you wish to do then o won’t question you.’

He was almost in tears, it was adorable. He said, ‘Yes, my love, thank you. I also love you more than anything in this world and I would be damned if something came between us.’

Afterwards I lectured him on not bringing in dirt in the house again, though. This was his answer: of course not, my darling!

To summarise this incident: my husband still visits the outdoors at night, however not as often as before. I warned him, too, of being careful because a bunch of men have been going missing lately and I’d be devastated if his name came up on of of those reports. I shouldn’t say this- but I will- I’m kind of happy those men are gone. I recognised their names and/or faces from the papers, you see. It turns out that all of them were ones I’d met previously. I won’t bore you with the details, but they weren’t pleasant encounters.

Everyday I have checked the floor for dirt and have found none. This is very good news for my ‘cleaning-spirit’. Whenever I feel Arlo leaving the bed I have decided to relax my mind and go back to sleep again. Then, if I’m still half-awake, I will feel him laying down beside me once more and together we drift off to dreamland.

The lesson I learned from this is that you don’t have to ‘fix’ everything about your partner, and they are allowed to have their special hobbies. There is a difference if you’re being harmed in the process, though. If that’s the case then you should immediately speak up about it and you compromise. Remember, communication is key!

———

Written by: (Y/n) (L/n)

#male yandere #oc #obsessed #yandere oc #possesive #misstycloud oc #Arlo oc #yandere husband x wife reader #How to stop your husband from being weird

[fruitymocha]

Laboratory of Love

Starring: Idia as The Creation, Ortho as The Assistant, and You as The Mad Scientist

Warnings: Yandere themes, mental instability, mentions of corpses and general post-mortem shit, violence/violent tendencies, murder, and psychological torment (both self inflicted and from an outside source). I DO NOT CONDONE ANYONE’S ACTIONS IN THIS STORY. THIS IS PURELY FICTION AND SHOULD NOT BE EMULATED. DNI IF YOU ARE YOUNGER THAN 16, ARE EASILY FRIGHTENED, OR DO NOT LIKE DARK/YANDERE THEMES.

A/N: you guys! As of writing this author’s note, Little Songbird has over 90 likes! Thank you guys so much for the interactions, it means a lot, especially since I was kinda worried it wouldn’t be received well when I first posted it. Also yes, I know it’s been a year, but it’s fine, just go with it. This literally has been sitting in my drafts collecting dust since last October, so it’s about time I resurrect this thing (yes this is a purposeful joke). I hope that you guys enjoy Laboratory of Love just as much as Little Songbird, and without further ado…

Round and round we rewind the reel…

Y/N L/N. That is my name. My mission is to investigate the world of the living and find the spark of life.

Unfortunately, the people outside are cold and unyielding to modern science. They are stuck in their old ways, believing my research and experiments to be… sacrilegious.

Hence why my secret lab is hidden away in an abandoned tower. It’s close enough to the city that I can easily acquire modern equipment and resources, but also foreboding enough to keep people away. Or did my reputation do that for me? Who knows.

“Ortho, have you acquired the book?”

“Yes Doctor. The Book of Shadows, as you requested,” The young boy handed me a thick leather book, his fiery blue hair flickering in child-like joy.

“Thank you, Ortho,”

“You’re welcome, Doctor,” I flipped through the pages, hoping to find its alchemy section. “Doctor, do you think science and magic are compatible?”

“There’s only one way to find out, Ortho, and you know what it is,”

“Aren’t you worried about what could happen if you use dark magic?” I sighed.

“Ortho, we’ve been over this,” I said, focused on the alchemical symbols in the Book of Shadows. “I don’t believe in ‘dark’ magic. There’s no such thing as ‘light’ or ‘dark’. Society simply deems ‘light’ to be the ‘safe’ and acceptable type of magic, while ‘dark’ is more dangerous and selfish. But if humanity never trifled with danger, we would never be where we are today. We would still be at Nature’s mercy,”

“I understand now, Doctor. But please be careful!”

“You know I will, Ortho. They may call me mad as much as they want, but I have no death wish. I know how to take precaution,”

Ortho. Another societal outcast. Allegedly cursed with his fiery hair, and considered a bad omen. They said his blue locks were from the fires of Hell. So I took him in as my assistant, and I found him to be quite curious and inclined to help. A perfect job for him. Society may call me many things, but to call me cruel would be untrue.

“Doctor, what do you plan to do?”

“Learn the ways of Nature, and acquire that power for myself,” I said simply

“…why?” I thought about it hard. Then I knew.

“My time in university could not satisfy my thirst, so I will seek out the solution myself,”

“It’s only been a few months since your graduation, Doctor,”

“Yes, and that means all my higher education is still somewhat fresh in my mind, Ortho. It will help me,” I stared off for a moment before something struck me as odd.

“I still don’t understand why you call me Doctor, Ortho… I have not earned a doctorate degree,” I said slowly

“Because I think you deserve the title, Doctor,”

I closed the Book of Shadows, and silently turned to the setting sun out the window.

“Ortho?”

“Yes, Doctor?”

I thought for a moment. Am I sure I want to do this?

I sighed, and said it anyway.

“Where is the nearest cemetery?”

~*~

“Are you sure we won’t get caught, Doctor?”

“To be quite frank with you Ortho, getting caught is a very real possibility. If you’re not up for the risk, you can go back to the lab-”

“No. I- I want to help you,” I sighed while looking at the blue-haired boy.

“Okay. Let’s find some corpses,” I handed Ortho the smaller of the two shovels I brought. “Let’s get digging,” I walked in a random direction, with Ortho following close behind, looking for recently dead, young male bodies.

First Gravestone

We dug down and inspected his body. Unfortunately he wasn’t a good candidate. He died of plague.

Second gravestone

He was missing chunks of skin.

Third gravestone

His head was smashed, face unrecognizable.

Finally, we reached the fourth gravestone. We dug with less enthusiasm and more difficulty than when we started. But all the effort was worth it. The body was tall, skin sallow, head shaved. But his body was unmarked by plague or brutality. He was not rotting… yet.

“He’s perfect,” I whispered to myself.

Ortho and I loaded the corpse onto a wheelbarrow, but not before wrapping it in inconspicuous cloth tied together with rope.

We were lucky not to get caught.

As we made our way back to the lab tower, I thought about what I would do with the body. Create a puppet, perhaps?

No.

Better.

Create a sentient being.

Ambitious, but The Book of Shadows would likely have the power I need.

Now all I needed to do was find the right spell, get the materials, and do what needed to be done.

~*~

With the corpse strapped on the gurney, attached tubes and wires connecting to monitors and rudimentary electrical machines, and Book of Shadows in hand, I was ready to commence my ambitious experiment.

Thunder rumbled and rain pelted outside. I paid it no mind. I had drawn the sigils in my own blood and placed them on different areas of the body, just as instructed. Blood sigils were also drawn and dried upon my palms. Keeping the book open, I read aloud the incantation.

“Withering Corpse, cold as night

Your early death has caused you strife

I avenge your soul, I’ll make it right

I give your body the gift of life”

A blue glow began to radiate within the room, and I could feel the surge of power coursing through my veins.

The rain pelted. I paid it no mind.

The body in front of me became surrounded in a magical blue glow.

The wind shrieked. I paid it no mind.

The sigils on my palms thrummed and the drawn sigils on the corpse pulsed like beating hearts. Ortho looked on in amazement.

The thunder roared. I paid it no mind.

Any signs of the corpse’s state of death seemed to disappear, instead in a seemingly peaceful slumber.

But then lightning struck through the glass ceiling, and I did pay it mind as it struck the body.

A smaller, stray ray of lightning struck me too, and the last thing I remember was the pain of hitting the ground, and getting rained on by rainwater and broken glass.

~*~

I awoke to the sound of soft rain and Ortho by my side.

“Dr Y/N please wake up!”

I opened my eyes to see that I was in one of the spare hospital beds in my laboratory. I got out of bed, much to Ortho’s shock and worry. When my feet touched the ground, a small shock coursed through my body, and I convulsed briefly.

“Dr Y/N you need to rest, you were struck by lightning!”

“Ortho I must see him!”

Ortho sighed, but reluctantly handed me a wooden staff. I suppose it should do as a walking stick. With the stick’s support on my dominant side, and Ortho staying close by my other side, I shuffled my way to the Enrichment Room.

The Enrichment Room was a room co-designed by Ortho and I, meant for intellectual stimulation without putting too much strain. A less sophisticated way of referring to it would be The Brain Break Room. It was filled with leisure novels, puzzles, riddle books, and other activities that require some form of focus and thought.

Sitting there on the ground in a strange and twisted position, fiddling with a metal handheld puzzle, was The Creation. Instead of normal hair, he had long, blue fire, very much similar to Ortho’s. Hair from the depths of hell. His eyes were striking yellow, not unlike Ortho’s. His skin was still quite sallow, but at the very least it wasn’t post-mortem pale like it was just hours before. His mouth was slightly open, exposing his pointed teeth. Ortho also had pointed teeth, a fact I had grown accustomed to as he stepped into the role as my lab assistant.

I decided to attempt to carefully approach The Creation.

“Hello,” I said.

He looked up at me with wide, curious eyes.

“I’m the one who gave you life. You can call me Y/N,”

The Creation put down the metal puzzle and reached out a hand. The fingers were spread wide in an awkward position. It seemed that The Creation was struggling with fine motor skills. I took his hand, only for him to pull me down with him, walking stick rolling off to the side. His physical strength was remarkable! He stared, fascinated at my dominant arm, which bore red, jagged, bruise-like marks from the lightning strike. He then placed his palm on my upper arm, his own arm completely outstretched in a strange position.

“We should give him a name, Dr Y/N,” Ortho said, coming closer to The Creation. I looked into his eyes. Unaware, void of knowledge or experience, but curious.

“Ortho, I think when the time is right, he should choose his own name,”

The Creation croaked out a deep noise from his throat. I supposed he was trying to talk like Ortho and I. His existence is fascinating indeed.

When I went back to bed, I heard the creaking of footsteps, and Ortho speaking, though it sounded muffled as this was happening on the other side of the door, far from the bed.

“…be careful…need rest…tomorrow…this way…”

I turned to my side in bed, and I tried to relax so I could focus properly tomorrow. However, that proved to be quite difficult. Breakthroughs and discoveries wait for no one.

~*~

As the days went by, I noticed that The Creation had taken an interest in my work just as Ortho had. Occasionally, I would ask him to retrieve items or hold something. Otherwise, he spent many of his days in the Enrichment Room playing with the various handheld puzzles. One by one, he’s started to solve them, and I wonder just how intelligent he is.

I was just about to open one of the ingredient containers when I felt a gentle tap on my shoulder. The Creation looked over my shoulder, hunched, and maintaining that gloomy default expression.

“What is it?” I asked him. He pointed to Ortho, who spoke for him.

“He wants to learn how to talk,”

I looked at him for a moment, but then smiled to myself, shaking my head.

“Of course you do. And I would be more than happy to help,” I said to The Creation.

He smiled, in his own awkward, sharp-toothed way. It was charming, in its own way (though most of society would likely beg to differ).

And so, I taught him how to speak.

~*~

Weeks went by as I taught him how to be human. He learned to read. He learned to write. He soon mastered all the puzzles I had, and contented himself with disassembling and reassembling things in his free time.

He named himself Idia.

And he treated Ortho like a brother.

“Y/N,”

“Yes, Idia?” I asked, studying the Book of Shadows once more.

“I have come across this concept of ‘love’. What does it mean to love?”

I halted my study for a moment, turning to him. “Love can be many things. There is love for your family. There is love for your friends,”

“I mean romance, Y/N,”

“…that is something you will come to know when you meet someone very special,” I said finally.

“Is there anyone you love like that?”

“…in university, I knew someone, yes. That person is long gone from my life now,”

Idia stayed silent. I returned to my studies, disheartened by the conversation, and wanting to distract myself.

“…will I find someone to love me?” He asked.

I thought for a moment on how to respond.

“…I…don’t know,”

“Why not?”

“The outside world is not kind. It has not been kind to me, or to Ortho. They don’t be kind to you either,” I said, perhaps a bit harshly.

Idia did not respond anymore.

When I had time to look up from what I was doing, he was already gone.

~*~

A year has gone by since Idia’s creation. And he’s become something of a mechanical genius. He’s now the one who builds and fixes my machinery. How convenient.

But as the seasons have passed, he has become increasingly attached. Perhaps not healthy behavior. But what am I to do? His hair is blue like the flames of hell. He would be an outcast before anyone ever gave him a chance.

I felt the autumn breeze coming in through a window.

“Ortho, please close the window”

The window did slam shut. But when I looked up, it was not Ortho who shut the window.

“Idia? What brings you into the lab?”

“I’ve read more books. About love,”

“…And?”

“I want someone to love me. Make me my other half,”

“Idia, creating Life is not a simple task. Do you know what happened the night I created you? You got struck by lightning and so did I. If I do it again, especially in inclement weather, it’s very possible something could go wrong. Do you know how hard it is to find a body undamaged? Unravaged by plague? No part of this process is easy, Idia,”

“I don’t care how hard it is.” He said firmly. “Make me a lover, or I’ll make my own,”

I swallowed. It felt like my mouth was stuffed with cotton. He was serious.

“…alright. I’ll see what I can do,”

“You have one week,”

And with that, he left the lab.

~*~

It was considerably more difficult to find the second body. But I managed.

…but guilt was slowly consuming me. Idia was my best creation. A lovely, fascinating, raw creation. Proof of my conquering of Life.

But I couldn’t do it again.

So I took the body with me, and I used a rowboat to get to the center of the lake.

It was there that I dumped the sacrilegious body. I watched the corpse sink below the tides, never to be rediscovered.

I felt relief for once. Despite Idia’s threat before, I felt relief that I disposed of that body.

That relief was very short lived, and before I realized what was happening, I blacked out.

~*~

When I awoke, I was strapped to a gurney. Ortho looked at me, concerned.

“Doctor, I’m sorry, I couldn’t stop him,”

Idia emerged from the shadows, wearing my lab coat and protective gear.

“I told you I would make my own lover. And guess what, Y/N? I have,”

“Who did you hurt?!”

“I didn’t go into the town, don’t worry. They are stuck in their old ways. Unyielding to modernity. Unwilling to embrace progress. But you were,” he smiled his sinister, shark toothed smile. He and Ortho looked like brothers. But knowing what my dear creation has become, that comparison felt unfair.

The restraints on the gurney unlatched, and I stumbled off.

There was an unnatural pallor to my skin.

My limbs were somewhat rigid.

Something was wrong.

I scrambled around, looking for a reflective surface. I needed to know what happened. And I found a small handheld mirror. There was dried blood on my head. My skin was unnaturally blanched.

My eyes held the blue flames of hell.

“Idia…what have you done?”

“…I only meant to knock you unconscious. I am much stronger than I thought. But it’s okay, I found your Book of Shadows. I fixed it,”

I looked at him intensely.

“…you learned from the Book of Shadows?”

“Yes,”

“…and it worked…you…you’re incredible…” I said in awe.

“Doctor, what does this mean?”

“…It means Idia, my creation, has become a creator” I said.

“Just as you reshaped me and gave me new life, I have done the same to you, Doctor Y/N,” Idia smiled a satisfactory smile. He had made me into a creation. Like him. It had finally dawned on me. He remade me in his image. The “lover” he made was me.

And I laughed. I laughed until I couldn’t breathe. Until I forgot why I was laughing. Until I started to cry as I laughed. I laughed such a laugh they would have called me mad.

Well, they already did before.

Maybe they were right.

But it didn’t matter anymore.

As long as we all held the blue flames of hell in our bodies and souls, none of it mattered.

~Fin~

#twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twst #twst x reader #yandere twst #yandere twst x reader #yandere idia shroud #yandere idia x reader #twst au #halloween event

[forbidden-sunlight]

Pink Venom

yandere! Calix Rochester x Loure!reader headcanons [I’m a villainess but I became a mother]

warning: spoilers from the manhwa, obsessive behavior, implied sexual references and implied references to k-pop music. Please take caution.

Note: this is a work of fiction with the intention of entertainment purposes only. The behavior exhibited here is inappropriate and unhealthy, hence it should not be encouraged. Special thanks to @soleilician and @d10nsaint for their feedback during the drafting phase. 

So without further ado, let the show begin! :)

Calix Rochester. Everyone in the Eclair mansion had assumed that it was a matter of fact that you knew the name of your fiance because the engagement had already been announced, hence why you cried upon first meeting him. But that was not the truth at all. Quote the opposite. 

The only reason you knew the identity of this young boy is because who wouldn’t recognize the male lead of a shitty romance novel you read in your past life? Definitely not you, who had bought the book series with your hard-earned money in another life at a friend’s passionate recommendation before it all came to an abrupt end thanks to a speeding truck at an intersection on a rainy afternoon. If you were given the choice, however, you’d do it all over again. You couldn’t have lived with yourself if that little kid had gotten hit instead of you. 

Anyway, back to the matter at hand: the boy you were now engaged to. In the future, Calix Rochester would inherit his family’s duchy and rise to become a prominent figure in the Empire. He was arranged to be married to Loure Eclair, share one passionate night with her and then dump her for the saintly female lead. 

To sum it up, he was scum. A piece of trash who did not care about his fiancee and divorced Loure so he could deepen his relationship with the woman who had stolen his heart. Uh-huh. Right. 

He might not have cared for Loure, but damn it all, this was your new identity. The villainess in a novel that had so much potential before it recycled so many old tropes and cliches in the last two books that it had made your head spin. Hell, even you could have written better fanfiction than this garbage! 

Yes, you were a fandom writer and proud of it. Shush. 

Now fully aware of the fate that lied ahead of you, there is no way that you would allow yourself to become enthralled with Calix if he was just going to dump your sorry ass once the female lead arrived. That’s a recipe for heartbreak and unnecessary drama, which you really didn't need again in this lifetime, thank you very much!

Plus, in this world there were young women who would secretly write sensual novels for money and even attend masked soirees to recite the aforementioned tales in front of an all-ladies audience.  Do you hear money or did you hear the crowd asking for an encore? Heck yes. 

You had a plan. Now all you needed to do was dive head first into the well of creativity and start zero drafting some ideas. There is the saying that nothing is ever original in art, but you would not stoop so low as to steal the stories from your own world and publish them here under your name. 

Plagiarism is plagiarism no matter what the isekai manga have said or did. And it was about time for you to step out of your comfort zone for the sake of your own survival. You’d figure it all out as you went along.

Still…what could you do about Calix? As much as you wanted to stay as far away from him as possible, he is your fiancee now.  But isn’t there a saying in your old world, to kill someone with kindness?

As much as you wanted to not marry him and avoid being burnt at the stake for trying to kill the female lead, this was a political arrangement between your respective families. You could not simply beg your father to call off the engagement unless there is enough evidence to appeal to the emperor that the Rochester’s heir was an unfit match for the Eclair’s only daughter.  The love affair between the main characters would not happen until after you turned eighteen. Twelve years from now. 

There was no choice but to go along with it. Shutting his invitation for outings would only make him more persistent.  

So you will have to play along; be cordial, be pleasant, and all that jazz. Furthermore…you’ll have to open with Calix. Letting yourself be vulnerable around someone who would cast you aside in the near future….it sucks. But you were not going to experience the misunderstanding troupe, thank you very much. Communication, in any relationship, is crucial. 

You were going to be honest with the male lead, even if it might kill you in the end.

Time flew by quickly. Lessons in the morning, tea in the afternoon, and writing manuscripts until late at night for your maid to secretly spirit them to the publishing house you worked for under the pseudonym Black Rabbit. It was a comfortable cycle, and you were delighted to see your hard work being paid in gold coins with an occasional participation at a literary soiree. 

Of course, you spent some time with Calix, watching a performance at the opera house or dining out at a fancy restaurant.  He was a courteous gentleman in public, appearing as a man who adored his fiancee very much. And that is what is bothering you. 

In accordance with the original storyline, he never once shared any concern towards Loure Eclair. She had been his fiancee in name, nothing more. He minded his own business until the female lead arrived and turned his dull, gray world into a kaleidoscope of vibrant colors. And yes, that is a direct, gag-worthy quote from the novel. However, in this timeline, he showed concern. 

He smiled at you, laughed, cheeks flushed a bright pink or red. He was the sweetest man in your presence. And that bothered you a lot. It shouldn’t have, in fact, you should have felt relieved that your actions had changed the course of the novel for the better. 

So why was your gut telling you that this was all an act? A mask he wore to keep you close until he would cast you aside for the female lead? You didn’t like it. Not one damned bit. 

 It looked like you were going to have another talk with him, again. You already asked him to be honest. Pleaded to speak his mind. Get angry with you, damn it, don’t just smile!

 Why does he keep acting like this, as if he were afraid of you? It’s supposed to be the other way around, you being afraid of being abandoned by him? You already voiced your concerns about it, how many more times do you have to repeat yourself?!

So, you sat down with him and talked about it. A heart-to-heart conversation that ended with a promise to do better.  Although it went better than you initially thought…why did it seem like the novel’s plot was about to deviate even further?

From the moment he met the pink-haired girl known as Loure Eclair on a sunny afternoon, Calix’s initial thought had been the following: she was adorable. Even when she cried out to the servant that she did not want to marry him, being betrothed to her had made him incredibly happy.

At first, she kept her distance from him. But then, slowly, very slowly, she began to open up. She told him what she liked, what she disliked, and some of her hobbies. She had even gotten feisty on occasion, growling in annoyance like a puppy baring its fangs. 

So cute. He thought. Every expression she wore was absolutely charming. She seemed more real to him than the image of an ethereal fairy princess waiting to be swept off of her feet by a knight in shining armor. 

He cherished these small moments when Loure opened herself up to him as much as he cherished the time that they spent together.  As the heir to his father’s duchy, Calix could not go out very often with his fiancee and spoil her, much to his annoyance.

 But Loure understood. She reminded him to take care of himself and not work too hard, occasionally sending over some sweets from a famous bakery to cheer him up. He still kept the ribbons of those pastry boxes in his desk. 

When he wasn’t by her side, his servants kept an eye on her. Imagine his surprise when he discovered that she was a writer. Not just any writer, but the infamous Black Rabbit herself! The harlequin whose words enraptured the hearts of young maidens and books flew off the shelves as soon as they were available. 

Calix did not spare any expense in purchasing all of Loure’s books. They were not just for his own amusement; he read them as well, devouring one novel after another. His beloved was incredibly talented, there was no doubt about it…but why put in so much effort when they were to be married soon? Once she becomes his wife, she will have enough money to be comfortable for three generations even after shopping in the capital’s shops. 

When he asked her one evening after attending a piano recital, she flinched. Flinched, in his presence, when he would never dare to harm a single hair on her head. He did not like that at all. But he sat in silence, hearing their carriage rattle beneath the cobblestoned streets before she made an unlikely confession.

Yes, she enjoyed writing novels…but it was also a failsafe. A nest egg in case something happened to her father’s estate…or their engagement. She was afraid of being abandoned with nowhere to go. That was the truth.

Why? He thought. Why would she even think of such a thing, when all she had ever done is shown him kindness? It was unbelievable. And yet…the confession made him so happy. Elated he had discovered another secret of hers, building up the trust between them. It made her even more desirable to him. 

Ah, he wanted them to be married soon.  He wanted to wake up every morning by her side, seeing things that he would never let another man see. 

No, no. He cannot think like that. Loure had made it clear to him that she was not interested in another man. That was one of their many conversations that they had when he got jealous of someone being near his woman. 

He had nothing to worry about. Yes, there were men she had to meet, investors and representatives from the publishing house. But that’s all there was to it. Just business. 

Hmm…perhaps he could purchase a failing business and turn it into a publishing house under his name? It wasn’t a bad idea. He’ll ask her when she comes to visit him for tea. 

First, he needed to have a small chat with the crowned prince. That brute believed because he was the heir to the throne that he was entitled to take any woman as he pleased, including his Loure. 

She belonged to him, as his heart and soul belonged to her.  He had been infected with the sweet pink venom known as ‘love’. 

A love so brutal that he would not allow anyone to touch his beloved. Royalty or not. 

#yandere manhwa x reader #yandere #x reader #i'm a villainess but i became a mother #calix rochester #yandere male #ns.fw #headcanons #forbidden-sunlight #acuriousmoon

[yourlastbraincell-kiwi]

Holding Out Hope.

Pairing: Newt x Fem!Reader

A/N: This takes place in the third movie, and the reader finds out, what potentially could happen to Newt.

“What, you’re afraid your little girlfriends gonna get hurt?” He stated rather then asked Thomas. “Hm? Because this has never been just about rescuing Minho. Has it?”

What is going on?

“Wait, what are you talking about?” Thomas asked, with genuine confusion plastered on his face. “Teresa. She’s the only reason that Minho’s even missing in the first place.” Newt said, getting closer, and Thomas took cautious steps back, til he was almost up against the wall. “Now we finally have an opportunity to get him back. And what? You don’t want to because of her? Because deep down inside you still care about her, don’t you? Just admit it.”

Newt, what has gotten into you?

“Newt, I…” Thomas tried to reply, but Newt forced his back against the wall. “Don’t lie to me!” He exclaimed, and my heart starts pounding in my chest. And by the looks of Brenda, I’m not the only one whose frightened. “Don’t lie to me!”

“Newt!” I slowly move over to him trying to call him over, but he ignored me, sending death glares at Thomas. I move in close enough to put a hand on his shoulder. “Newt..”

“Don’t you dare touch me!” He exclaimed, letting go of Thomas, and points at me. If my heart wasn’t beating fast before, it sure was now. “You’re always so damn touchy. Leave me the hell alone!” He said, as I completely backed off and looked at the floor.

I don’t know what the reason was for his sudden outburst, but all it did was make me want to cave into myself, and just disappear. Him just now registering what he just said, he apologized to the both of us, and everyone in the room.

I nod, “It’s okay.” I said, really trying to convince myself, rather then I was him. It still didn’t stop the thoughts from flooding into my brain.

Was I being too clingy and touchy? Has he been keeping that too himself, all this time? Was he putting up with it, just so he didn’t hurt my feelings?

I was an over-thinker, always thinking about stuff, I did right or wrong. All the things, I could have done better or what I could have done instead, I was always like that, even before the Glade.

I also had a tendency to forget about my surroundings and the outside world, when I was nose deep in a good book, but I’m not reading and I sure as hell wasn’t born yesterday.

He’s infected.

I’ve know Newt for a little over a year now, so I’d be damned if I didn’t know him like I know my own name. He would never just yell at someone like that. And I know that once you’re infected, it makes you do things of that nature. As much I didn’t want to believe it, Newt was probably infected, and we aren’t doing a damn thing about it at the moment.

I was too busy, bouncing those thoughts in my head, to even notice he had left the room, and Thomas came up to me. “I’ll talk to him.” I nod, and as he turned to leave I stop him. “Thomas?” He turns, saying nothing, but that didn’t stop me from telling him. “Be gentle.” He looked down at ground for a little, before meeting my eyes again, sent a curt nod my way.

Whilst Thomas was talking with Newt, he found out that he had been infected, hence the reason as to why he had yelled at the two. “I’ll go tell (Y/N)..”

“Don’t. Don’t tell her. I have to be one to tell her.” He said, Thomas didn’t respond, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t listening. “I don’t know how. I don’t know when. But I will.”

He didn’t want to tell her, cause he knew how she’d react. After a year together in the Glade, for most of the time spent there they were friends, until Newt asked her out one day. He knew her like this back of his hand.

He knew, that’d she be both scared for him, and mad at him.

Scared, due to the fact that she was going to lose, not just her partner, but someone she called one of her best friends. Mad at him because he didn’t tell her sooner, and that they’re wasting time, when they should be getting him the cure. If there even was one.

I let out a sigh, that came out shakier then intended, but I still held my head up going over to ask Gal, “Where did they go?” He says they went up to the roof, and I immediately trudge all the way up there. I know for damn sure, I’m not, going to sit here and wait for Newt to turn, right in front of me.

Fuck. That.

“Newt!” I exclaimed, as they exchanged looks, and Newt mumbled a curse under his breath, they stood up turning to face me. I stalk over to him, examining his face and chest to see any signs that could confirm my suspicions.

“(Y/N), please..” He tried to move my hands away from him. I scoff, “Please’ my ass, where is it?” Yanking my hands from his, going to back look. “Love, just stop.”

I ignore him and don’t stop looking, as tears brimmed my eye lids, I tried blinking them away, but they only blurred my vision. “Babe!”

“Just show me!” I exclaimed, unable to hide the fact that, I was seconds away from bawling my eyes out. He sighs and pulls up his sleeve, revealing the purple veins, on his right arm.

I backed away, my bottom lip quivered as I placed my hands over my mouth.

I felt like screaming. Kicking something, breaking something, throwing something all at the same time.

“(Y/N)..” He reached out, gently grab one my hands, and I place the hand that I left on my face over my entire mouth. “I knew it. I fucking knew it.” I mumbled into my hand.

“Listen to me, love.”

“I hoped. I hoped!” I said, as a cry got caught in my throat, and Newt brought me into a hug. “Listen to me, don’t worry about me.”

“I can’t help, but worry about you, in this shit world we live in.”

“I know, but you have to try, okay? We’ll find the cure. And I’ll be okay.”

“But- But what if?” I was going to saying, but Newt quickly put a stop to those negative thoughts. “Don’t even think about that, you hear me? We will get that cure. And I. Will. Be. Fine.” He said and I nod, and leans down kissing the top of my head, looking over at Thomas, with a look of uncertainty.

But (Y/N) didn’t need to know that.

#wattpad #x reader #fluff #imagine #black!reader #fanfic #y/n #black!fem!reader #newt tmr x reader #newt x reader #tmr imagines #black!writer

[igotanidea]

Ego: Jason Todd x fem!reader

A/N: since I fu**** up with naming my fem!OC Cheshire, despite the fact that there is already a character named like this in DC (check this A/N) and have to do some adjustment, this is a story of her transition. Future stories in this Jason x fem!reader verse will be referring to her with the new name (unless stated otherwise).

***

„I think we have a problem.”

“What do you mean “we”? Y/N raised an eyebrow at Jason who entered “her” room in the manor with a bit concerned look. It was Friday afternoon and she was hoping to get some well-deserved rest after whole week of hard work and give herself up to reading, but apparently her boyfriend made different plans.

“You’re right. It’s mostly “you” situation.” He smirked coming closer and sitting on the edge of the bed, eyeing her with that teasing glint in his eyes.

“What are you talking about, Jay?” she rolled her eyes and looked at him, getting more and more annoyed with every second “I’m trying to read. So make your point.”

“You’re not gonna like it.” he warned

“Oh, come on, Jay!”

“Apparently, Roy got himself a girl.”

“So?” Y/N frowned “why should I care? Why do you care?”

“Because apparently she calls herself Cheshire.”

“She calls herself…. “ the girl repeated absentmindedly before it hit her “Wait. What?”

“Yeah……”  

“But that’s my name!”

“I know, kitten.”

“So what, am I just supposed to give it up!?”

“Do you want to?’

“Of course not!”

“So?” he teased

“So? So what?”

“Are you gonna give up or fight?” he smirked

“Jason Peter Todd. Is this one of your post-pit episodes? You are not making any sense in what you are saying right now.”

“How about a little confrontation with the imposter?”

“If she was really first than that would mean I am the imposter.” She sighed and run a hand through her hair and took a deep breath. She was angry about this lapping, but she was also far more reasonable than Jason in her action and knew fighting over something like vigilante name would lead to nothing good. Hence the initial conflict between Tim and Damian when it came to their Robin alter-ego.

“Come on Y/N. You said you didn’t want to give it up.” Jason looked at her, surprise and worry mixed on his face. “Hey, look at me. Are you all right?”

 “I don’t know, Jace. It’s just ….. unexpected. And awkward. And I’m ashamed.”

“Babe…..” he reached for her hands and squeezed them reassuringly “you did nothing wrong. It’s not like you know all the vigilantes on the whole world.”

“Of course not. But this send my confidence to the abyss. I thought I was renowned in the whole world. That everyone heard about me.” (of course she was using irony.)

“You’re so cute, you know.” Jayson smiled and kissed her nose, making her snort “and since you used the word “abyss” I wonder, what are you reading?”

“Irrelevant.” she put the book out of his reach. “You know your best friend could have said something about it.”

“We don’t really share deep details about our personal life, you know. At least, not anymore.”

“Not anymore?”

“He got tired of me talking about you all the time so we had to make some ground rules to avoid bloodbath.”

“You talk about me, huh?” she moved closer to him “I wonder what words do you use, Red?”

“Teasing, unpredictable, sarcastic, stubborn….” he whispered closing the gap between them even more, brushing his lips over hers lightly.

“Mhm. All true….” She purred, her eyes focusing on his lips, her hand traveling up his arm and shoulder, resting on his neck, playing with the hair at the nape “Anything more, baby?”

“Smart. And so freaking beautiful…..” he leaned to her, almost, almost capturing her lips in his, but she pushed on his chest before anything happened.

“Nuh, uh. No can do Jaybird. After all, you said it yourself, we have a problem. No making out until we fix it.”

“I’m not pushing on making out. There are so many different things…..”

“JASON!”

 “Look on the bright side, Y/N. This family has a track record of going through name changing. It validates you as a member of the Waynes.” he shrugged and grinned playfully.

“That’s not really the way I wished to be validated.” She groaned in defeat, burying her head in the pillow. “Besides, to me it’s a sign of being unstable. I mean look at yourself……”

***

“How about whiskers?”

“I refuse to be named after some cat food.” She scoffed angrily. “it’s not even the best available on the market. You’re getting sloppy with your suggestions.”

“At least I got any. You only lay here and complain.”

“Nope. I lay here and look pretty. Don’t tell me you don’t appreciate it.” She grinned stretching her back, exposing a bit of her belly.”

“I won’t take that bait, you little vixen.”

“Your loss.” She twirled a strand of hair around her finger “are there any more famous cats we know about?”

“Puss in boots…..”

“Don’t you dare!”

“How about you call yourself pussy?” he teased with the widest smile on his face and widened eyes

“One thing for sure, you’re not gonna enjoy it for a long time, Jaybird.”

“What?! Y/N!”

“Consider this a punishment.”

“Now, I’m being punished for getting creative.” He pouted dramatically “Thine eyes I love and they as pitying me, knowing thy heart torment me with disdain….”

“Don’t use Shakespeare against me!”

***

“Do you insist on having a name related to a cat?” Dick spoke through the comms. Of course with all the nosy sibling in the manor, no secrets could be kept and soon enough everyone joined the game of inventing name

“Can’t you just focus on the patrol Nightwing?”

“Come on, I’m trying to be helpful here.”

“I was trying to and she punished me in the worst way possible”

“Shut up, Red!” Y/N cut him off before he could spill the bean of their intimate life

“Could you guys stop it?” Damian hissed “It’s disgusting…..”

“Aren’t you an expert on the animals, Robin?” Steph pointed “shouldn’t you be the most creative?”

“I just wish it never came out like this. Listen you all…..” a couple hits and groans echoed through the comms as Y/N fought an assaulter “you only make it worse.”

“I have to agree with her on this one.”

“How can you Oracle?”

“I can. First of all, you should focus on the mission, no distractions, Nightwing…..”

“I am focused!” judging by the sounds he was using his escrima sticks on another men.

“And secondly, all of your ideas are just …. stupid.”

“Now I’m offended” Dick scoffed

“Ask me if I care. Now, Red and ….” Babs hesitated, not sure how to refer to Y/N after all the name drama “… you know who, are waiting for you in the shed, go help them.”

“On it, Oracle!”

*** “ I don’t appreciate this silent treatment from you.”

“Well, you talk for both of us, Red.” Y/N muttered, moving silently through the shed “the point of this patrol was to get in, gather the intel and get out. Without unnecessary noise, so you might wanna cut out on words.”

“Are you scared, Cheshire? Oh, wait, you’re not one anymore…..”

“I hate you.”

“We both know that’s not true, honey.”

“Hello you two.” Dick came out of nowhere “still reviewing options?”

“She keeps rejecting all of my propositions.”

“I don’t blame her. After all, your second vigilante name was not even original. I’m fairly more creative in this area.”

“Then why don’t you come up with something acceptable?”   

“I’m never patrolling with you two again. I’d rather work with Damian or Cass.” Y/N hissed and moved out of the boys sight, ready to finish this mission by herself if needed.

“Well, well, well, look who came to pay me a visit?”

“Hello there, Needle.” she grinned upon seeing the person they were looking for “so wonderful to see you again. How was your Arkham breakout? Was it fifth time this month? You are getting predictable.”

“Not much more predictable than your mind games, Cheshire.”

“Not Cheshire anymore…..” she muttered, getting angry but not letting this emotion cloud her judgement.

“Huh?” Needle furrowed his eyebrows

“Nevermind. I’m still figuring it  out myself.” she shook her head “Do we do it the easy way or…..?”

“Oh, dear girl. You know I don’t abstain from a good fight. And good is not with you.”

“Scared I will get inside your head?”

“Ego.”

“What?” this time she frowned

“You don’t play with heads. Your very skillful at playing with ego.”

Then it struck her. Ego. That was the name for her. No matter how she hated it, Needle was right. That was what she was always aiming at. Finding insecurities, choosing good words to mess with people’s inside.

“Y/N!” Jason’s voice brought her back to reality. Only then she realized she just froze at the spot with blurry eyes fixed in the space. If it wasn’t for Red (who accidentally used her real name) she would be knocked out by the villain coming right at her “Come on, what is wrong with you?! MOVE!”

“I see you did not come alone, Y/N.” Needle giggled “it’s so good to see some things doesn’t change. You still need bodyguards. Come on, Nightwing. Don’t be shy! Come out to play!”

“Long time no see.” Dick stepped up front

“Really?” Needle tapped his chin “What day is today?”

“Friday.”

“So, it’s barely been two days. Miss me much?”

“Extremely.” Y/N rolled her eyes “If you don’t want to play why don’t you tell your minders to come out as well.”

“You hurt me, Y/N. You assume I’m not here by myself.”

“And I’m right, am I not?’

“Of course you are. You always are.”

“You heard that, Red?” the girl turned towards Jayson “I am always right. You might wanna remember that.”

“Mhm, sure, noted. Now, you mind using your fists to fight?”

“Combat’s not my style. But sure I can fight. “ she shrugged “I go right.”

“I hate you.”

“Do you really?” she grinned and moved to strike back Needle’s backup. “We’ll discuss it later”

***

“Why did you freeze?” he asked some time later, after they completed the mission and returned to the manor to exchange information with the rest of the team. As usual, after the reporting, it was time to patch each other up and Jason used that to interrogate his girlfriend.

“I did not. I ….. restrained from attacking.”

“Bullshit. You froze like a deer in the headlights. You could have gotten hurt.”

“I’m sorry, you do realize you are dressing my cuts at the very moment?”

“It could have been worse. And you know I can’t have that. Y/N” he cupped her cheek making her look at him “Why? Tell me so I know how to avoid you getting yourself killed in the future.”

“Because of his words.” She sighed

“I don’t get it. You are not the one to fall for words. If anything, it’s the other way round. Are you losing your skills?”

“Shut up.” She muttered trying to yank free but he did not let her “He actually gave me an idea for new name.”

“Really?” Jay raised an eyebrow “and what may that be?”

“Ego. He said I was playing with ego and as much as I hate to admit it, it fits me more than Cheshire.”

“So no more kitten?”

“No.”

“That is disappointing. How am I supposed to call you when we are alone then?” he pouted

“Guess you will have to figure it out, Jaybird” she smiled pecking his lips lightly “I wonder how creative you can get…..”

“You should know I can come up with dozen of ideas…..”

“Great. Because your punishment is still on….”

“Y/N!”

“Mhm, I remember. Good luck getting creative Jace.”

“When this is over, I will get my payback on you.”

“Counting on it.” she smirked

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[fatuismooches]

HIII OH MY GOD im sorry for sending another one but i was just in the bathroom cleaning up and an idea fucking struck me. (yeah, bright ideas always hit me while i shower)

im thoroughly convinced that zandik, at some point, genuinely believed that you didn't love him. it was probably a year into your relationship after hitting on him for too long in the akademiya.

then, zandik got his hands on a book about manipulation tactics and shit, and he read a portion about pretending to be nice and loving just to gain something from him.

and hence him kicking you out and screaming profanities at you, saying that you don't truly love him. yeah, i know, brash decision by zandik. his older self truly regrets it and doesn't know what he would do in his life if you weren't persistent enough to keep reaching out to him. but to younger zandik, it just made sense.

how could someone like you could ever love him? he knows that sometimes you think he's going a bit too far with his experiments, you call him crazy (in an adoring way ofc), you sometimes look at him in fear as well. you have to be pretending, it just can't be. he has spent all his life unloved, outcasted, hated and feared- he can't comprehend such a wonderful thing such as love would ever be something he'd truly experience, deserve.

zandik stood his ground with his decision, glaring at the wall as you knock on the door repeatedly, asking what was wrong. then when he hears you curse under your breath, sounding mad, his heart fucking breaks.

and it just sinks in that he did something incredibly stupid and probably hurt your feelings for acting out. he's just so not used to being loved, and even if a year has passed, he still can't wrap his head around it.

really, you only got mad from the other side of the door is because your groupmates saw you and began walking towards you after you escaped to hang out with zandik...

dw you make up eventually if you're determined enough to prove that you genuinely love him!! (i mean cmon, it's not that hard. just point out that you literally cook him, wrestle him from his desk and onto his bed to sleep, go on illegal expeditions with him and all you wanted from him was kisses, hugs and affirmations of his love for you)

IM LITERALLY COMBUSTING FROM THIS BECAUSE IT'S LITERALLY SO TRUE AND I LOVEEE THE WAY YOU DESCRIBED IT,, WHY HAVE U DONE THIS TO ME.

I'm thoroughly convinced that as well, and from his perspective it makes sense considering he went his whole life without receiving any kind of genuine love (which he grew not to care about anyway) and any kind of sweet words directed at him would usually have some kind of ulterior motive or to get on his good side... He's a very cynical person and even after a while the whole situation just baffles him. Not to mention sometimes Zandik himself has trouble understanding that he truly loves someone else and that this isn't just one big lie... it's hard for him to process it all.

Ugh you just know he'll be researching relationships and shit just so he can justify thinking this way and then he gets to a portion to be wary of your partner possibly being fake and manipulating you. And then he just goes haywire on you and you're just like "wtf are you even talking about" and Zandik's literally just going off on you without letting you get in a word. (I bet the clones cringe whenever they remember this moment too 💀 just bring up this moment in an argument and dramatically walk away and he'll feel a bit bad which is more than he should be capable of)

Zandik tries his best to ignore your heartbroken and confused expression - surely you must be faking it, he thinks as he slams the door in your face. This just must be one of your games again, and now that you've been called out you don't know what to do, he tries to convince himself. Your frantic knocks were just a scheme to play with whatever heart he had left. Because in no world, no universe, would you ever love someone like him. He knows he shouldn't be considered human anymore, he's a monster, and surely you see that too. The one who had been with him for ages, the closest one to him. Zandik doesn't understand - you have nothing to gain from being with him. It was 99% an act. Yes, 99%, because he was secretly clinging onto the 1% chance it was real.

And the 1% chance beat all odds when he heard how genuinely pissed and upset you were from behind the door, which was both a fortunate and unfortunate thing - the former because he knew you really loved him, the latter because even he realized that he fucked up big time. But Archons Zandik, out of all possible times, you had to do this when it was the time you were trying to avoid your annoying classmates 😔

On a more angsty note, you might start cursing back at him about all the reasons you love him and why you stay with him and just end it with the fact you're going to be staying somewhere else now, and it's up to him if he wants to see you again, because you ain't doing this again without some kind of apology. A few days later you come back with a whole fucking research paper about every little thing you've ever done for him and why you love him with a whole-ass explanation and just chuck it right at him and dip.

Thankfully present-day Dottore doesn't pull these kinds of stunts anymore and is much, much more secure and confident in the relationship (which is good cuz sometimes you wanted to slap him for being an idiot) Both of you are just glad you can look back on it and laugh (mostly you because Dottore hates thinking about the times he acted completely braindead)

#smooches talks #moots: kai <3 #dottore love notes <3 #felt i too have revelations in the shower #writing akademiya dottore is always a treat #THANK U MOOT I LOVE WHEN UR IN MY INBOX <333

[silkbab3y]

Guys shut UP!! They’re just friends… /silly /lh

Issac (red sweater) is @z-shalltear ‘s oc!!!

Little writing fic I did because I loooove Ryder x Issac (it’s unhealthy for me /j)

Ryder likes his friend. And maybe it was just him being delusional, but sometimes it felt like Issac liked him too. Sometimes because Ryder felt as though he overthought things too much, took his friendly gestures as something more. Could you blame him? With a guy as cute as Issac, who wouldn’t hoped that he liked him back?

Ryder can remember their first meeting vividly— vividly because it was almost embarrassing for Ryder, hard to forget. He had given Issac is number at the library on a sticky note before leaving after he had seen the brunette working so studiously with whatever it was. Ryder loved nerds, so cute Issac was instantly his dream guy.

It was embarrassing how long it took for him to do anything, his friend pestering him on the phone to make a move. But he kept chickening out, hence the note. Maybe it wasn’t that embarrassing, but it was for poor ol’ Ryder. And he felt his efforts were in vain when he didn’t receive any call or text, but had assumed that it had just fell before Issac could see it, rather than the worse.

But then he saw him again and had finally introduced himself. That was… mm… a few months ago? Now they were friends and close as ever, making the little few months seem a lot longer.

Ryder was lucky, because not only did his crush liked him as a friend, but also wanted to be around him! That’s… that’s a win right?

Besides him in the food court, he let Issac go on and on about the plants he was taking care of, in return Ryder would talk about the book he was reading. “I think you might like it… I mean, if you’re like… into romance— but it’s not heavy on it—“ Ryder explains, taking a sip of his smoothie. “The girl like… has this tile traveling gene that passes down the woman side of her family, and her traveling companion also has the gene but it passes down to the men in his family. So the setting switches from like… 2011 to 1800s, and it’s a good read… er…” scratching his head, he shrugs, giving up on trying to explain it without spoilers. “I can lend you the first book, I’m on the last one.”

He glances to catch Issac’s eyebrows raise a bit. “Mm.. that fast?” He questions, the brunette smiling a bit. “Didn’t you just start the trilogy a few days ago?” Yeah, which is why Ryder was tempted to reread the whole thing again. Blame his dad for recommending him his now new hyperfixation. “Eeer…” Ryder just gives him a sheepish grin. “Maybe we can read it together?”

After their break, Ryder dreaded having to split for their classes, sometimes even debating if he should skip his to go with Issac. But alas, they both wanted to be good students (Ryder a little less than Issac), and he didn’t want to bother Issac or distract him in his learning (despite wanting to see his cute face 24/7).

Thankfully, their buildings were close by, so they had some time left before they parted. The walkway outside was crowded, most students having just gotten out of class and heading to their next one or heading home.

Ryder noticed Issac almost being eaten up by the crowd, and with an impulse— reaches out for his friend’s hand to pull him to his side. He could almost feel his heart shoot up into his throat at the feel of his hand in his before continues forward, guiding them out the crowd. Ryder couldn’t help but take a few glances back to look at Issac, before facing forward entirely before he ended up staring at the slightly anxious man in the midst of people.

‘He’s so cute.’ Ryder thinks to himself with a small smile. Finally out of the pushing people, standing in front of Issac’s building while his was just a walk away, Ryder holds onto his hand for a second longer before releasing their grip.

This was Ryder’s last class, so he wouldn’t see Issac until Thursday when their schedules align again. Maybe if he’s lucky though, he’ll see Issac tomorrow.

“Well…” Ryder swallows, shoving his hands into her Jean pockets. “Um… I’ll see you later, Issac.” He bids with a smile, waving as he backs away a bit before turning. Hearing Issac walk off into his building, Ryder takes out his EarPods and puts them on, playing whatever song his Spotify had already been playing before.

Ryder didn’t even realize he was still smiling all the way to his class until his other friend had mentioned it. Wiping at his lips as if the smile was a stain, he shrugs at his friend. “Can’t a guy be happy?”

Happy that he got to spend time with his crush, held his hand. Yeah, Ryder likes Issac.

#I’ll kiss you if you know what book trilogy I’m talking about #I love love love Ryder x Issac #💗mywriting #silkbab3y

[minkkumaz]

CROWNS CAN'T KEEP ME AWAY FROM YOU

the love life of a prince and a maid was never supposed to happen, but he couldn't help his feelings for you grow. he wanted nothing more than to show you the world, but the world itself wasnt on your side in this kingdom.

PAIRING park sungho x fem!reader WC 4.0k TAGS prince sungho + maid reader. forbidden love. fluff. angst. OMI NOTE this is for my lovely @woonhakist because i know she's always been talking about prince sungho since forever (specifically prince eric sungho but it's not quite similar hence why i added some other stuff to give it that vibe) and i rlly wanted to make this for her ahh she's my best friend and only deserves the best so i must pull through. i hope you like it ml <33

falling in love with a maiden as beautiful as you wasn’t in his honor. and whilst you were far from a princess, his heart still grew as he watched you effortlessly sway along to the music. there were ethereal women on every corner, yet it was a difficult task to pay attention to the one in front of him while you were there. 

the ballroom was crowded with royalty from kingdoms down the way. high ceilings that were richly decorated with elegant moldings and dazzling chandeliers that hung from above, casting a romantic glow throughout the space. the hard marble floors echoed the sound of high heels and dress shoes tapping along with the music. 

sungho politely held onto the corset - covered waist of the girl in front of him. she was well - mannered, courteous like any princess should. but what she lacked is that she wasn’t you. these fantasies drowned him, unable to properly focus. 

“are you even paying attention to me?” she scoffed at the zoned out look in his eyes, trying to snap him out of his daze.

“my apologies, miss. what was it you’re saying?” sungho sighed, pulling his attention back to her.

“i’m unsure if i can keep dancing with you if you won’t even look at me. what kind of prince are you?”

“i was raised to be charming, not sincere. i hope you find a prince for you in the future.” he bowed politely as she walked away from him, leaving him there alone.

and while he felt terrible, he was relieved to be out of reach from the grab of a princess. he looked around the scene of party gowns and neat suits before going in your direction. 

you stood in a corner, humming to yourself pretty melodies while cleaning up messes that guests left over by the snack table. 

the uniform you wore was clean despite the work you normally did, you tried to stay out of view from the rest of the elegancy. it felt out of place otherwise. though sungho had his eyes on you the entire time.

“good evening, y/n. have you been enjoying yourself at the event?” he questions, making you turn your head quickly. 

“ah– it’s quite difficult to enjoy a party when you’re cleaning up after it. but i hope you’re having fun!” you tell him, leaning on the broom you were holding.

“why don’t you loosen up a little? there’s so many people i doubt anyone would care.”

“mistakes like that could get me fired your majesty, but i appreciate the suggestion.” you put on a smile despite the frown on his face. 

“how about we get out of here then, yeah?” he grabs your hand before you could even respond. the contact shooting electricity through your veins.

sungho analyzes the crowd before pulling you around a corner, away and out of sight from the people. you run behind him to keep up with the tug of your arm, your flats pattering against the marbled floors. it wasn’t long before you reached an unfamiliar room.

he reached into the sage green collar of his shirt, moving aside his silk - like hair to unclip a long chain with a key attached to the end. it fit perfectly into the door, making a click sound upon opening. he lead you into the room before closing the door behind the two of you.

the view you were met with was beautiful. unlit candles stray along newspaper scattered desks, books on top of books stood tall next to other various knick knacks. and amongst it all, there was a large canvas that was illuminated from the moonlight peering through the stained windows. it had a multiple strokes of different colored paint, creating what could only be described as a masterpiece.

“your majesty? what’s all of this?” you asked curiously as he let go of your hand to place in his pockets.

“just call me sungho, we don’t need to be so formal when we’re in here.” he states, running his fingers along the dust on the shelves.

“sungho.. are you sure we won’t be caught? why did you even take me here?”

“is it a bad thing that i find you interesting? that i want to get to know you? status aside we can always be two friends that hang out, y/n.”

you chose to ignore these words he spoke to you and the blush that crawled up your porcelain cheeks, admiring the numerous collectables around the room. yet your focus trailed to the painted canvas you saw previously, standing tall on a wooden easel. 

“do you paint?” you query, moving your face closer to look at the finer details. 

“when i’m bored, or find something that inspires me.” he appeared next to you, looking into your curious eyes.

the proximity between the two of you was short, his features barely seen as he faced away from the glow that came through the window. however, the tension was still there. his pupils were small despite the darkness, as he felt there was enough light right in front of him.

you could feel his breath against your face, making you flinch and stumble backwards. a bucket of paint tipped over when you hit the floor, quickly scrambling to pick it up. thick gold pigment poured across the floor and on your uniform. panic ensued while sungho just chuckled.

“y/n, it’s okay. nobody ever comes in here, you don’t have to freak out.” he tells you, pulling up your distressed figure from the gold soaked floorboards.

“i’m so sorry! god i don’t know why i have to be such a clutz, i’ll go get the cleaning supplies–”

“i said it’s fine. no harm done, you didn’t even spill that much, i have a rag and some water in here. you can just take off your apron.” he reached around your waist to untie the white cloth around you, making you freeze sheepishly.

the apron was discarded into the trash behind him and the mess was wiped from the floor while you stood there embarassed. somehow you looked even cuter like this.

“here let me show you something, to get your mind off of this. no need to be embarrassed, pretty.” he signaled you to sit with him at the desk in the corner, smiling to himself at the deep red color on your face. 

the smell of fresh books and glue became more prominent as he pulled a scrap book from the side, removing the elastic keeping the pages together. gorgeous calligraphy titled each fragile sheet of paper.

“this is where i put photos of all the places i’ve travelled. other castles specifically. you’d think being a prince would make you sick of the sight of all this royalty stuff. but i appreciate the structure.” he pointed to a large palace.

“wow.. i’ve never seen this one before, what’s it called?” you looked between him and the pages.

“this is koz kingdom, i have a couple cousins there so we visit often. their gates are quite tall aren’t they?”

“very! they must have a lot of people trying to break in?” 

“every kingdom has it’s enemies, but they always have a large force of guards to protect them. but they’d rather be safe than sorry, you know?”

“mhm.” you mumbled as he flipped the page.

“these photos bring back a lot of memories, photography is an item that helps  you keep a lot more things. i take for granted how much of the world i’ve seen. this is your first time working under royalty, right?” he wonders, watching your expression shift slightly.

“yes but i don’t mind it at all. there are some moments that make me want to quit but, it pays great enough for me to get by.” you frown.

“i don’t understand how anyone could treat you terribly, my family can be harsh sometimes but they mean well.” he pauses, “just– don’t quit. i’ve enjoyed our time together.

“me too, sungho.”  you let your guard down around him, maybe this could get you in trouble but you didn’t care.

it didn’t occur to you how much you didn’t know about the prince, but you felt honored to get such deep insight about him. this broke down the walls of the idea that all princes were stuck up, waiting for a princess to appear around their arm for the sole purpose of ruling a kingdom. sungho was different.

the two of you carried conversation for the duration of the night. music got a little less loud and voices became almost non existent. he showed you beautiful things, varying from places he’s visited and souvenirs he’s collected over time. all of it fascinated you, you’ve never seen anything so unique.

time passed like a whirlwind, distracted enough to not bother checking the clock. angry footsteps became audible from down the hall, interrupting the soft moment between the two of you. you stood up suddenly at the sound of the doorknob turning, rushing behind a bookshelf to shield yourself from whoever was coming in.

“sungho! you were absent the entirety of the party my darling, what kind of prince does this make you?” a womans voice beamed angrily, it was the queen.

“i sincerely apologize, mother. but it felt like i danced with every princess in the room. couldn’t i of had a break? i have zero feelings for any of them.”

“excuses, sungho. you need to find a princess before the year comes to an end. your father and i aren’t getting any younger!” she spat, “love is irrelevant in these circumstances.”

“yes mother..”

“now go freshen up for bed, we have a lot of things planned for tomorrow.”  she left the room as fast as she came in, leaving you and sungho alone once again.

“can i come out now?” you peaked from around the shelf while sungho signaled you back.

“i’m sorry about that, y/n. but i think it’s best we continue this another time.” he exhaled, slightly annoyed.

“oh my gosh it’s no worries! i um– i had a lot of fun. thank you for showing me all of these things…” you confessed nervously.

“you’re cute, y/n. i’ll see you in the morning.” he raised a hand to ruffle your hair a bit before walking away from you. the room felt ten times more empty once he was gone, so you quickly escaped after he was decent ways down the corridor.

morning came quickly like a dream, the sun barely rose and you were awake in a happy mood. the night before almost felt unreal, the tenderness of the time you spent with sungho felt like it was out of a story book. but anything that happened, anything that could happen between the two of you was impermissable.

you were far from a princess. the closest thing to gold you’ve ever owned were the silly chocolate coins you’d get as a reward from your parents when you were little. thinking about whether a prince like him would like someone like you made your head hurt. 

trying your best to push these unrealistic thoughts away, you gathered a breakfast plate to take up to his room. it was your turn for room service this morning, and life couldn’t be any more on your side.

you left a gentle knock on the tall doors before letting yourself in. sungho was still sleeping peacefully, sprawled out on his large mattress. there was something about seeing him lay comfortably that warmed your heart. some people thought he was quite intimidating, but that couldn’t be true, he was like anyone else. 

while you moved the cart closer to  his bed, you went to open the curtains and let the light in. it emit a low groan from him and the rustling of sheets.

“goodmorning, your majesty.” you beamed, going back over to his bedside while he sat up.

“i said you can just call me sungho when it’s the two of us.” he said sleepily, rubbing his eyes.

“right. sungho. sorry it’s just still a little weird to me.” you told him, “i brought you your breakfast.”

“thank you, y/n. hang out with me while i eat, yeah? my parents are way too busy in the morning, i need the company.” he takes the plate in his hands, nodding his thanks.

“of course. did you get good sleep?” you ask while sitting on the edge of his bed.

“the best sleep in awhile actually, did you have fun last night?” he spoke in between bites.

“i did have a lot of fun, so thank you for that. i’m a bit shocked they didn’t catch on that i wasn’t cleaning up though.”

“there are too many employees in this castle, they can barely keep track of them, let alone how much they’re paying them.” he ponders for a second, “when i become king i’ll try to be better to my people.”

“well i’m sure you’ll do wonderfully. maybe i’ll be working under you soon, considering you’re already searching for wives.” you laugh it off, fiddling with a spare fork from the silverware bin under your cart.

“i highly doubt i’ll find a princess anytime soon.” because they’re not you, he thought. “ i’m more in it for love. but i know my parents think otherwise. plus, if i was the king i wouldn’t let you work under me.”

“what do you mean?”

“you deserve better than that. you need to see the world.”

“maybe if i get enough money i’ll travel to all of these places you told me about. check out their villages, see if they have good bread. then i’ll make sure to take lots of pictures for you to see when i come back!” you think ahead.

“oh– also y/n, i have a present for you.” he perks up, fishing through one of the drawers on his nightstand. the item he pulled was a dainty piece of jewelery, a small gold chain with a little lock at the end. 

“this is for me?” your eyes go wide as he turns your body so your back is facing him. shivers went down your spine as the cold material wrapped around your neck, the slight touch of his fingers against you during it all made you blush.

“looks pretty on you. i found it on a table right by the door before i left.” he smiles, turning your chin upwards so the top of your head lay at an angle against the middle of his collarbone. the position was romantic, making your head malfunction.

“sungho–” you stutter out, extremely flustered. seeing you shy also seemed to ignite something in him, as he quickly pulled away from you.

“sorry! i’m um– sorry about that. i should’ve asked, i just wanted to see what it looked like on you..” he rambles out, a change in attitude from what you’re normally used to.

“it’s okay! i should probably take the dishes out now but– thank you for the necklace it’s gorgeous sungho.” you stammer, grabbing his empty plate before rolling the cart out. when you are away from his room you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding in.

your mind wandered as you paused in the middle of the hallway, leaning into the classical staircase railing. whatever happened couldn’t resurface again, or you’d have to deal with the consequences. and as if your mind was read, you heard your name being called from a ladies voice.

“y/n, we need to have a chat.” her stern voice shook you, her large gown creating significant distance between the two of you.

“yes, your highness.. what’s wrong?” you ask, trying your best to sound professional.

“what was that with my son?”

“i know nothing of the sorts  your highness, could you elaborate? your voice faltered.

“don’t act like a stupid maid. you were clearly flirting with my son and i cannot have any of that happening in my castle.” she accused, making your heart feel as if it was dropping to your feet.

“i apologize if things seemed that way but i could assure you that–”

“you’re fired if i see you getting anywhere close to sungho. you were hired to service us, not to play romance with my son. he has much better worries to tend to than someone like you.” she warned.

“of course. i understand.” you agreed, trying your best to hide the pout on your face.

she waltzed away, leaving you uneasy and hurt. just when you thought things might’ve been going up, they crashed down before you could even do anything to fix it.

wake up, work, ignore. you spent these next few weeks in refusal to break your silence, not wanting to risk anything further that could detriment your job. it was a difficult task pretending like you didnt see the dejected look on sungho’s face. how the boy that was deemed unnerving looked so solemn.

there were times when maybe you thought it was okay to say something, let him know that you could never hate him. but she was always there, staring daggers into your soul. the difference in status intimidated you.

on his account, every attempt to talk to you or initiate something failed horribly, as he watched you blatantly disregard him. it was your job to work under him and his family, not be his friend (nor his lover).

but when days like those became extra hard, you found comfort in the sea. the castle was atop a hill, not too far away from the salty ocean. you walked down a small, jagged path during your time off, leading you to an alluring sight.

waves crashed against the grainy rocks, washing up sand and other small fish before quickly returning back to the vast blue waters. you climbed over to the tallest one, just enough so you could dip your toes in the water without getting your whole body soaked. 

you sat there for awhile, letting the breeze flow through your hair and comfort you. being alone with your thoughts wasn’t the most ideal, but this view made up for everything. it was a complicated situation you found yourself in. a love found in the prince sounded stupid, but it didn’t seem so far away.

something interrupted your thoughts, as you felt a figure approaching behind you. looking behind your shoulder, you saw a distressed sungho. the top few buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned and his hair slick back.

“i wasn’t sure if i’d find you here, but i’m glad i looked anyways.” he called out to you over the sound of the waves. you turned your head away in your best attempt to ignore him.

“you can’t ignore me forever, y/n. what did i do wrong?”

“it’s not about what you did, sungho, it’s about what we can’t do.” you claimed.

“someone found out about us hanging out, didn’t they?” he guessed, earning a sorry nod from you.

“i appreciate how kind you’ve been to me since i started working here, and all the beautiful things you showed me that one night. but we were too close for comfort and i can’t risk that.” 

“everything i did, it was all for you, y/n. have you not caught on how much i adore you?” he approached the rock you sat on, sitting down next to you.

“don’t say things you don’t mean, sungho. this isn’t a fairy tale.”

“i can’t just pretend like i didn’t imagine our whole lives together the second i saw you. why can’t it just be true?” his words sounded more broken.

“there wasn’t a life to imagine. even if we’re meant to be together, we aren’t meant to last.” you wept, letting the tears finally fall. he wrapped an arm around you, finally letting you cry into his shoulder. the cold from the wind couldn’t compete with the heat you felt against his body.

“but why does it have to be like that? can’t we run away to a world where i don’t have to be a prince that marries a princess?” he whispered.

“that’s impossible.”

“nothing is impossible, as long as we have the drive to do it.” he cupped your tear streaked face in his hands, closing the gap to kiss you passionately. lips moving against one another to trap a love so immense that nobody but the two of you would be able to understand. 

he pulled away, the only evidence being the miniscule strand of saliva that still connected you both. you looked at him shocked, mouth gaping to say something.

“we don’t have to be prince and maid, when we can just be sungho and y/n. theres a village not too far down the dell, we could purchase a boat and explore the world.”

“and what happens when we’re found?”

“i know we can figure something out, we can’t give up until we’ve at least tried.”

“sungho.. i still don’t know about all of this.” you protested.

“just come with me, y/n. even if you say no it won’t change how i feel for you. it won’t change how i’m constantly thinking about you.” he wiped the tears from under your eye, kissing the spot afterwards.

“i don’t know what i’d do with myself if i told you no, you’re a little too convincing.”  you gave him a small smile.

“theres that pretty smile. everything will be okay, just follow my lead.” he reassured, giving you another peck on your lips.

you and sungho fled into the woods that night, leaving no traces or what - ifs, just a note to inform the king and queen that he was okay. their prized son that they worked so hard to shape into the charming prince he was today, escaping away with the girl of his dreams.

hand in hand, you kicked dirt behind you as you ran quickly through the bushes and trees. your laugh sounded melodic behind him as he lead you through the dell. everything about this felt wrong, but with you it was so right. he never wanted to go back if it meant the relationship between you and him had to be painted in his mind.

upon arrival at the village, everyone treated the two of you kindly, handing you different foods and necessities. orange hues from lanterns nearby casted light upon your face, and sungho thought you looked unreal like this.

and though you both could mutually go on about how much you cared for one another, this was the moment that dreams turned into reality. watching him untie the rope from the dock, you sat prettily in an outfit he bought you at the village. it was something new from your usual uniform, and sungho couldn’t keep his eyes off of you.

“are you ready?” he asks, settling himself across from you. the small boat sinking slightly at him entering.

“never been more ready. i was thinking we could hit this island first since it’s the closest.” you showed him a blob on the scroll you were holding.

“they have delicious foods in their town, i think you’d enjoy them.”

“really? i’m excited then!” you exclaimed.

“i’m glad you’re excited. there’s so many places i want to take you. especially my cousins kingdom. the gates are tall but when you see everything inside it makes so much sense!”

“cooler than your kingdom?

“everything is cooler than my kingdom, love. the only thing i got out of it was you.” he responded cheekily.

“gosh sungho you’re such a goof.” you grinned ear to ear as he pushed into the water.

“it’s just because i’m so in love with you. i would’ve backed off if you didn’t want to be with me you know.” he admit, rowing the two of you in the direction of the island.

“i’ll always want to be with you, my prince.”

“the feeling is mutual, my princess.” 

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[theminecraftbee]

oh yeah anyway my further deckbuilding advice for hctcg (and other tcgs) but this time less 'actual talk about ratios' and more 'philosophical advice i guess':

netdeck (copy other people) all you'd like. yes i KNOW people will be rude when you netdeck a popular deck but like... actually who cares, deckbuilding is a skill, it's hard, and netdecking gives you a framework you can be pretty sure is decent to start playing with so you can learn mechanically without losing all the time. later, you can adjust it to use stuff you like more, or adjust it based on what you see other people playing. (this is basically entirely how i build magic decks for mtg:a standard, i find a version of what i want to play that someone else made and then adjust it as i play it to be more what i want to play.)

similarly people will complain a LOT about people who play the meta and just... ignore those guys? if you enjoy playing meta play the meta. learning the meta and, more importantly, why certain strategies are meta will make you better at running off-meta when you want to too. literally any competitive game will have a meta, devs will use banlists/limited lists/errata to try to rebalance and change the meta as needed, players will try to break the meta. that's how it goes. you're not a bad person if you like winning. winning is fun. play meta all you want.

if you like a certain effect just build your deck around that thing you'll have fun with it i promise. yes even if it's bad. yes "is this thing really an optimal choice" is how i do a lot of thinking (hence my deck being so many three-ofs part of my process is "if i'm playing this, is it worth playing at less than three"), but that's not everyone's thing. "does this spark joy" is also important!

(glances back at mtg:a again there's a REASON i refused to play mono-black for like the past three sets and that's because i just don't like it, even if playing a deck that could actually play sheoldred probably would have been better,)

remember that single game format kinda sucks a little bit and there's a reason most tournaments play with a sideboard (set of 8-15 cards that you can swap in between games after seeing what your opponent plays). actually DO recommend sideboarding with friends. sideboarding is fun.

you're allowed to tell your friends you're playing with like, your own invented banlist, that's a thing you can do, have fun with it.

uh. basic items are boring but you need to play a lot of them unless you're playing really low-curve and even then my mono-redstone is the equivalent of 'really low curve' and i still hesitate to cut more items,

did you know i got FTKed by stress the other day? because i'm like this and think people should be allowed to play broken stuff i'll tell you how they did it, it was with a combination of rare stress, opponent flipping going second, and opponent drawing into a efficiency book turn one it was SO FUNNY. i love FTKs. winning before the opponent gets to play is very funny.

that's probably unreliable though and WILL make your friends mad at you if you do it so you know. mileage may vary

i still think "cheap and aggro" is probably the best deck atm; like, doc was complaining that pearl needs to be nerfed but i'm REALLY not convinced. maybe it's because i play the deck with all the status effects though.

idk i'm thinking about all of this. rotating it. because i'm a nerd.

#hctcg #i just have Thoughts

[margarine-archives]

Henlo! hope you ain’t to busy when i request this but, can you do a (platonic) expresso cookie x dragon! teen! reader, like all of a sudden expresso cookie is requested to aid in a research project of the reader? everything else is up to you! thanks so much in advance ^^ srry if it is a tad bit specific

An Injured Teen Dragon!Reader (Hybrid) with: Espresso Cookie !

notes: omg omg my main my dearly beloved. I've always wanted to write for mama espresso

- he was requested for an expedition, to look for a certain dragon who's in need of aid. Espresso saw less importance of it, also because anything with dragons isn't in his field of study

- so naturally, and because he already has a few projects due, he denied the request at first

- eclair told him to expand his knowledge on other fields other than coffee magic, and should try history once in awhile ! that was not the reason he accepted though (primarilly because he has lower interest in history, therefore less prioritized the subject)

- why should they need him in an expedition such as aiding a dragon though ? He has less knowledge about dragons and figured that eclair should have been more than enough for the mission, so naturally he lacked interest

- though eclair was already part of the mission, they needed him too.

- What caught his interest though, is that you are a hybrid from an old doughline thats gone extinct ! The knowledge of your existance only exists in books and old scrolls now

- ur a hybrid from a powerful doughline, your kind existed even before the dark flour war until a research group have been targeting your family for more knowledge, to research your kind and to make multiple test experiments on them

- now the same research group had found you, and has tried capturing you, and by the divines you were able to escape their trap. Now, you are currently in hiding

- word got out to parfaedia and while they are intrigued with your kind, abusing such power over innocent creatures is the least of what they want, hence, the council has decided on an rescue expedition alongside professional healers.

- espresso himself even despises this, and, after hearing the full story, agreed to go (also because he's willing to see the said hybrid cookie)

- when they had arrived, the same research team got to you before they did, and lets just say it was an hourly long battle..

- espresso carrying you to the balloon while the healers try and heal you as quick as possible, while latte is sheilding you guys from the front, trying to distract them simultaneously, eclair and the others are in the frontlines attacking the researchers, any sneaky researcher that dares sneak up near the balloon will face the wrath of coffee magic !

- though normally espresso would be in the frontlines fighting aswell, he was really more concerned about you rather than letting his anger out on those pesky researchers, you didn't deserve what you went through ! not your fault you're rare though

- despite the pity for you being used for the sole purpose of research, he can't help his own curiosity too. He's heard of such kind in historical scrolls but he's never met one !

- he thinks you are still young to even be used as a test subject, you have so much ahead of you and for that to be taken away by researchers is cruel !

- He wants you to live like any other cookie, not to die and just become part of history. You and your family don't deserve what you went through, if it werent for those researchers your kind wouldn't even go extinct !

- he knows its far too unsafe to let you go after you are healed, and the researchers basically know where your home is too. With this, he's taken you in under his care (he knows you still have potential too ! hes willing to make you strong again)

- he doesn't know what dragons eat, all he knows is that you eat star jellies too, thats about it. He's willing to hear you out on what food you like (so he can get them the next day)

- months after taking you in under his care, he got attached, only to find out that you're quite literally the only one in your family that isn't in a cage right now, so despite his busy schedule, he's your new parent now

- would probably train you with dark magic aswell

- his only break from coffee research is to take care of you, due to this, not much bonding time happens with the two of you. If you express how you feel to him then he'll be sure to make spare time for you from now on (admittedly you were kindof scared at first)

- madeline thinks this is good opportunity for him to take a break and get some rest, he tells you in private to take good care of him too, as he heavily neglects his own health

- quite embarassing that an adult is being taken care of by a teen hybrid

- you still have your dragon insticts, and you dont enjoy staying in one place for too long, so most of the time you ask him if you can go out, he agrees but comes along with you to ensure that you don't end up in a cage.. though on occasions where he's REALLY busy, he declines (he'd be far too worried about your safety than focusing on his work, and espresso hates distraction)

- mama espresso loves you very much and hopes that you can grow up and be just like him, powerful and strong ! he's willing to do anything in his power for you to atleast be able to defend yourself, because god forbid he'll start panicking if you've been gone for too long (and he wants you to go out in your own free will, and he wants to be able to NOT worry when you're outside

#crk x reader #cookie run kingdom x reader #espresso cookie x reader #espresso x reader #cookie run x reader

[random-writer-person]

Who ever said werewolf’s are scary?

Remus lupin x reader

word count: 2673

warnings: none

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you were heading to your favourite class ever. Care of Magical Creatures. Today you are very worried about going because you are supposed to be learning about werewolves. your father works closely with them so you know a lot you also have a lot of sympathy for them. On top of that, you know how people are so you are trying your hardest to be calm and not lose your temper at the bigots in class. you walk in one of the first people and sit in your usual seat beside Remus Lupin.

“Morning Remus, how are you?” you put your bag down and sit.

“Oh hey y/n I’m okay how are you?” he looks up from his book to you.

“I'm okay dreading this class though” you roll your eyes.

“I thought this was your favourite subject,” he said, tilting his head confused.

“it is but today we’re learning about werewolves” You grab your parchment and quill.

“oh right you don’t like those,” he says looking back at his book and also rather sad you were about to object to him but everyone came in and the lesson began.

“Can anyone tell me what a werewolf is?” the teacher says from the projector. you raise your hand and so do some other people. he picks severus snape to answer.

“they are half-breads half human half wolf during the full moon they turn into dangerous monsters who would kill their best friend if they could hence why they are kept away from society” he finished with a disgusted look on his face looking at the wolf diagrams. you clench your hands trying to calm yourself and Remus looks at you questioningly.

“Right you are Mr. Snape they are dangerous creatchers who should be kept far away from us hence why there is a registry” Your teacher goes to walk to his desk and you can feel your blood boiling and you stand up.

“they are only dangerous because there isn’t enough research being done to find ways to help them instead they are forced to sign the registry and get locked in a cage once a month alone and don’t get proper medical attention afterwards. on top of that, there are no job opportunities for them because stupid bigots like you are too afraid of them instead of helping them they’re barely surviving then you people dare to judge them for having poor hygiene I wonder why. oh it’s because they don’t have money to pay for a place to live let alone brush their teeth.” you yell at your teacher you calm yourself down and bit grab your bag and walk towards the back of the class. Right as you’re about to leave you to turn around. “you would think a teacher would know a thing or two about this but instead he’s just a fucking idiot” you open the door and slam it behind you and walk towards the kitchens wanting to eat your anger. as you’re walking you hear footsteps behind you.

“hey I think what you did was very admirable do you believe all that?” he keeps his pace up beside you.

“My dad works closely with people like them so I’ve met a few and they’re all very nice I’m trying to help my dad figure out a way to help them. we’re all working together.” you smile up at him.

“wow that’s amazing I never knew” he looked shocked.

“I just hate how people talk about them like they’re monsters their not they’re people in an unfortunate situation that could be made better with a little bit of help” You start getting heated again.

“calm down love I agree with you it’s shity do you think I could help?” he asks wringing his hands.

“I don’t see why not I’ll mail my dad and see what you can do” You smile at him and suddenly jump in his arms. “you’re amazing Remus Lupin thank you” and you plant a kiss on his cheek after that you turn into the kitchen and wave goodbye as he walks off. after sitting in the kitchens for a while you realized lunch was soon so no point in eating you chose to just drink tea. when it was time for lunch you made your way down the hall and as soon as you walked in you heard a yell of your name you looked over and saw James Potter waving to you with the rest of his friends already with him you slowly and cautiously walked over to them.

“Uh hey, James do you need something?” you ask suspiciously of him seeing as he's never talked to you outside of classes before.

“Yeah, Remus was just telling us about the werewolf project you're helping your dad with and we want in me and Sirius that is” he smiles and points to an empty seat beside Remus for you to sit in.

“Really?! You guys want to help that's great!” you cover your cheeks with your hands smiling big. “I'll talk to my dad about it but I do not see why he would have a problem with it, and oh you're going to love the people you get to meet They are all so great and so so kind” you take a bite out of a piece of toast.

“You're passionate about this huh?” Sirius asks looking at you with a strange glint in his eye.

“I mean yeah after a year of meeting werewolves and trying to find a safe way for them to get through the full moon you get to see that they're not different than us they just have a furry little problem that comes around once or twice a month and they don't deserve to suffer more than they have to” you smile at them. James a Sirius crack a smile and start chuckling.

“A furry little problem oh Merlin that's funny,” James says slapping his knee.

“My friend Nickoli calls his that he's our age and he's been infected since he was 7” You chuckle a little with them.

“Will we meet this Nickoli?” James says looking at you and then winking you blush a little.

“Don't get any ideas he's just a friend and I don't think you guys will be able to he's been busy” You look down at your hands because he's not busy he's just given up on our movement and signed the registry. Remus’ hand touches yours.

“You okay?” he rubs his thumb against your knuckles.

“Yeah, im fine don't worry” You turn your hand around so it's holding his and continue to eat with your other the conversation has stirred off of the original one so you just sit and listen contently. After lunch, you say goodbye to the boys and head to your next class. While in class you start writing the letter to your father.

Hey dad,

How's it going with the movement? Send me all the updates and how everyone is doing after the last moon. Make sure they all receive my love.

Im writing you because I found three people who want to help with the movement. They are all very bright wizards, especially Remus Lupin. You've probably heard of the other two as well: James Potter and Sirius Black, anywho they want to help and I told them that I would write you and see what they could do.

Get back to me as soon as possible please I'll be waiting.

Lots and lots of love,

Your daughter,

y/n

After you finished the letter you ran to the owlry between classes and sent it to your dad hoping to get a response by dinner. Focusing on your classes you sort of forgot about it for a while. When you got to the main hall James called you over again and you guys just talked and ate having fun. All of a sudden an owl comes into the hall and drops a letter on your plate. A wide smile spreads across your face.

“What's that?” Remus asks calmly with a weird undertone.

“It's my dad I asked him about you guys helping,” you say while tearing the letter open.

Hello love,

Im happy to hear from you. Everyone is doing great. Im sorry to say no updates on Nickoli. Im so happy to hear that people want to get involved of course they can help we need all the help we can get. Thank you for spreading the word. I can't wait to see you this summer. I love you so much.

Lots of love,

Your dad.

“So what did he say” Sirius asked getting impatient.

“Oh sorry he said you guys can help.” I smile at them and fold up the letter.

“What else did he say” Remus asked smiling softly.

“That all the other wolves are doing good” I continue eating ignoring Nikoli because it makes me sad. Remus puts his arm around you pulling you closer.

“Everything is going to be okay we're here to help” You put your arms around his waist and looked up at him.

“I know and I appreciate you guys being so passionate about it” Remus and you are just looking at each other in silence for a second. Remus seems to realize himself and looks away from you.

“Well you know it's a very important issue they need help and I would like to. As much as I can.” he coughs a little in the end.

“You're better than most people. You don't even have a connection to wolves and you still care more than some of their family members” Remus, James, and Sirius look at each other.

“Yeah about that,” James says looking down at his plate.

“What? What is it?” you look at all three of them waiting for someone to talk.

“We may have a closer connection to wolves than you think,” Sirius says chuckling a little.

“Have you met one?” you ask with a smile.

“Well yes they're here right now,” James says looking at you and then Remus.

“Oh? OH! Remus, you're a wolf?” you put your hand on his shoulder.

“Uh yeah I was bit when I was five” he looks down rubbing his neck.

“And you had to go through that all alone. Im so sorry Remus the world is so cruel. This is exactly why we need to find a solution. You are the kindest person I have ever met and you don't deserve to be locked in a cage” You rub his back comfortingly.

“Thank you y/n you don't know how much that means to me” Remus looks you in the eye sincerely.

“Of course. We should head back to the common rooms now.” you start getting up grabbing your bag and walking with all the boys catching up with you.

“Well see you at breakfast tomorrow right y/n,” Remus asked hand on your elbow right before you went upstairs to your dorm.

“Yeah of course see you guys there” I kiss his cheek wave to the others and run up the stairs.

~time skip~

After a few weeks of working with the boys you started getting very close spending most of your time together, With the closeness came your falling for Remus. You always knew you had a soft spot for Remus he was such an amazing person, You just never knew that that soft spot was a crush, Now it's developing into something even bigger. The revelation was strange, to say the least, and hard to hide but you did and you thought you did a good job at it until Sirius came to you.

“Hey y/n,” Sirius asked in a singsongy voice.

“Hello Sirius,” you ask in an equally singsongy voice “What's up?” you look at him.

“Oh nothing just a question,” he said looking around with a cheeky smirk.

“And that question is?” you ask impatiently needing to go meet up with Remus.

“What are your opinions on Remus?” his smile growing.

“What do you mean? He's great” Your confusion growing.

“No I mean like romantically” he chuckles.

“What? why are you asking?” you chuckle trying to hide the blush that is inching up on your face.

“Because I see the way you stare at him at lunch and I thought you should know that he's looking too” he put his arm around your shoulder.

“You think so?” you look up at him with hope in your eyes.

“He's crazy about you love” Sirius pointed to Remus picking flowers near where you were supposed to meet. “See you later” he gently nudged you towards him.

“Bye,” you smile at him and start heading towards Remus. “Hiya Remmy what are you doing?” you walked behind him and he jumped a little at your voice.

“Oh hi love I was picking you some flowers” he holds them out to you.

“Oh they're beautiful thank you” You take them from him and smell them. When you look back up at him he's smiling at you. “What do I have something on my face?” you start to rub your nose.

“No you just look beautiful” You start to blush and as he realizes what he said he blushed too.

“Thanks remmy I think you look very handsome” You look down at the flowers spinning them gently. You hear him cough and look up to him rubbing his very red face. You chuckle a little and put your hand on his red cheek.

“Remus do you want to go to Hogsmead with me?” you rub your thumb along his cheek getting confidence from his blush and what Sirius said.

“You want to go to Hogsmeade with me? I… yeah I'd love to go” he got even more flustered if that was even possible and you kissed his cheek.

“Great see you then I have to go mail my dad” You wave and run off flustered.

~time skip~

On Saturday morning you got dressed in the best casual clothes you have and went to the common room to find him sitting on one of the couches.

“Hey Remmy you ready to go?” you stood behind the couch he was on and he immediately stood up.

“Yeah let's go” he handed you a singular daisy. “I know their your favourite” he smiled.

“You remembered thank you” You blushed a bit and reached for his hand. “Let's go I wanna get you some chocolate” you both chuckled as you headed out of the portrait hole.

~time skip~

You and Remus made it to Hogsmeade and headed straight to the three broomsticks.

“First we power up with a butter beer then shop” You skip your way to the door.

“Find us a table love I'll order” You nod and head to the back booths. When someone sits down you assume it's Remus so you look up smiling but it's Sirius and it drops off your face.

“What are you doing this is a date” you hiss quietly. He chuckles.

“Yeah, im just warning you that Remus doesn't think that so be direct love” You sigh and nod. Sirius gets up to leave but Remus is there when he gets up.

“Hey Sirius why don't you join us” he nods towards the booth and you feel sad.

“Not gonna disturb your date moony” You look up and smile grateful for Sirius.

“Oh okay bye” Remus stutters and sits down handing you your butterbeer.

“You want this to be a date right Remus?” you tilt your head to the side a little and pick at your nails nervously.

“Yes of course I just didn't think you would want that” he chuckles a bit and you smile at him.

“I do want that” You lean across the table and peck him on the lips. It doesn't last long but it's good and as you are pulling away Remus tries to follow making you chuckle.

To think your love story started with a mixture of anger issues and awe.

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hope you guys enjoyed

XOXO

Good day night whatever

#fluff #romance #harry potter #jealousy #sirius black #sirius x you #fred weasley #george weasley #remus lupin #smut #marauders #marauders era #anything for our moony #moony and prongs #moony lupin #moony speaks #moony my beloved #moony x reader #moony #moony wormtail padfoot and prongs #moony fanfiction #prongsie #prongs x reader #prongstail #prongs fanart #prongs x you #prongsfoot #padfoot #padfoodblackdog #pads

[dulcewrites]

I know the creators probably did not mean to do it when they made the Velaryons black (more than likely went over their heads tbh), and I do agree with certain criticisms/concerns people had about how black characters are treated in hotd. But I do think in theory, making the Velaryons, specifically Corlys, black was an interesting choice.

I think having a black man, in particular, chasing the Westeros equivalent of ‘the American dream’ and it leading to the eventual hinderess of his house is fascinating. Downfall in the sense that House Velaryon never reaches the heights they had pre dance. Corlys is playing a political game, as someone who is far more suited as a warrior/sailor than anything else, with people that keep him at arm’s length. He can not maneuver the way they do successfully despite the money and connection to dragon riders. But he continues to push for that status symbol…for that recognition and acceptance.

I will be mixing a bit of F&b lore as well as the show so just.. stay with me on this lmao.

When we are first introduced to the corlys/the velaryons, we get this air of ‘new money’ (gag I do hate that term but let’s go with it), though the Velaryons are a house that survived the doom. Corlys has essentially single handedly elevated his house through seafarer. He is described as someone that, despite the wealth and power being Lord of the Tides has brought, is seldom satisfied. Hence why once his own path towards being king consort/having his blood on throne is dashed after the great council of 101, he more than likely gets in his head that he must take steps to right that wrong.

Like many men in this story, if not all, corlys views the people around him - His wife, daughter, son, granddaughters and even Rhaenyra to a certain extent - as extensions of the himself and the pawns in his plan.

Now, this will probably be an unpopular opinion, though I don’t think it should be, but I’m of the belief Corlys cared little about how his family faired because of his ambition. Namely his wife, Rhaenys (who if we go by book canon he married when she was a teen then cheated on her with another teen). I think he sees her as another status symbol. He’s married to a dragon riding princess. I sense a lot of people get blinded by the shiny varnish their relationship has on the show, especially compared to the outwardly hellish relationships in book/show. He constantly undermines her. Though I personally don’t believe Rhaenys when she says she’s over not being queen, I do agree with her when she says corlys is doing all of this more for himself and his house than her. Despite the quippy lines they give Rhaenys, she too is a victim of patriarchy and by extension of that a backseat passenger in her own family. She too follows her husband’s orders even to the detriment of others. She may be able to voice her concerns, but they fall on deaf ears.

Corlys uses his 12 year old daughter as a bargaining chip. And let me tell you, I get so annoyed when people use the argument of ‘well rhaenys and corlys were upfront about pimping out their tween daughter while otto sent Alicent in secret’. They all will be sharing the same room in hell with viserys regardlesss babes. Or the argument that the dance wouldn’t have happened if Viserys married laena. The dance, or some sort of infighting, was set in stone the moment viserys decided to not only remarry but have kids. Weakening Rhaenyra’s already flimsy claim. It was set the moment the Targaryens followed the same male primogeniture many in Westeros do. Corlys would have been right at the ‘patriarchy rocks’ party if laena married viserys and managed to produce a male heir.

Rhaenys expresses wanting the driftmark line to pass through Laena’s daughters. Mind you, Laena is older anyway. If corlys wanted his eldest child to have it.. he could’ve changed that from jumped since he’s so team feminism lmao. Corlys quickly says no because he knows taking that from Lucerys means disenfranchising Rhaenyra’s claim. In turn, laenor will not be king consort and their blood will not be on the throne.

Except… he knows those boys are not of Velaryon blood. The same way he knew laenor, his gay son, would be in harm’s way marrying Rhaenyra. To him, his family name being written in books is more important than empowering his granddaughters, despite tooting the horn he is doing this because his wife was robbed because she is a woman. To him, his family name being written in books is more important than the safety of his kids. He actually mirrors viserys post laenor’s ‘death’ and shuts down. But the point of running away. Leaving his wife to rule without him. All because his own choices and guilt are probably eating him alive.

It’s why I was actually quite taken when in ep 10, it is corlys that finally says enough is enough. But I actually like the choice. By now he has lost his daughter, his brother (I have a lot of feelings/thoughts on how vaemond wants power like corlys but it manifests vastly differently in terms of their house), and he thinks his son as well. Him realizing that his ‘keeping up with the joneses’ phase has done nothing but have the Stranger follow their family is harrowing. He wants to go home; he is ready to be rid of this. And yet it is Rhaenys, his dragon riding princess, telling him they must keep fighting for Rhaenyra. Quickly reminding him that their family is binded to the Targaryens regardless, and because of his choices; through having Lucerys still be heir to driftmark and the farce that jace as a bastard will take the throne with little strife. As well as because of the agreement that their granddaughters, not good enough claimants to driftmark themselves according to corlys, will be married to the strong boys.

His house will not prevail and flourish in the wake of this, which I think is an interesting contrast to say someone like Otto. I don’t think Corlys is a second son in the literal sense but he feels as one because he has had to fight for what he has. In ep 2, he compared himself to daemon, an actual second son, because of this fact. Otto is the same, a second son turned hand of kings. They scheme the same way, and have very similar ambitions. They hurt people in the process, especially those they are meant to protect. Regardless of who sits on the throne or how the war panned out, House Hightower continues to be a relatively wealthy, respected house. Versus what happens to House Velaryon… a now black house in show canon. These men played the same game and only one, in terms of the things he wanted, ‘won’.

That’s such a damning insight on how power corrupts the same way regardless of race, but the repercussions of it are different for everyone. Like I said, I know the writers did not think this far ahead or take this into account. But it’s something I picked up on as black woman myself.

It all comes back to Corlys’ choices. He will soon be adding his wife to the list of people the Stranger takes.

He must take his own advice sail through the storm…

#I hope this makes sense #it’s kind of a ramble #once again don’t know how to tag this lmao #anti corlys velaryon #maybe #anti team black #though this is really my beef with him #but I’ll put #anti rhaenys targaryen #just in case

[writing-neverheardofher]

The corner of a gala is the best place to make a friend. pt1

Gala’s were typically tedious and terrible. But you promised your million dollar friend James Anderson to go with him because and you quote, “If I bring someone then I have to leave with you so others will no to back off ya know?” Which, no, no you don’t. Bruce Wayne dose that all the time, you could just respectfully tell the girl no, you don’t want to take her home cause you have no interest in sex. But that would be way to hard for you computer nerd friend so here you are, standing near the corner waiting for 2am to it so you can go over and drag your friend out. It was almost clock work at this point. 

Almost to the point that the press started calling you his Cinderlla, always forcing him to leave. You didn’t care, as long as you got your Jet’s Pizza or some fancy tuna afterwards you’d attend these stupid events. Which brings you back to today. One of Gotham’s elites was hosting some kind of fancy party, for what you didn’t remember or care about, and anyone who was worth anything was here. Which meant you got your three glasses of champaign and went to the corner. 

You noticed Bruce Wayne come through the huge double doors, (three kids trailing behind him) because who wouldn’t, most of the crowd drifted closer to him imminently. Swarming the man with charming fake smiles and way to happy to be here conversations. An hour passed, James came to check up on you once and refill one of you glasses before he was sucked back into anther fake conversation. 

“What a great way to spend a Friday night.” You mumble to yourself. 

“I’ll have to disagree with you,” a young voice sounded beside you, startling you to almost drop one of your glasses. You turned to look down at Damion Wayne, staring back up at you, frowning, “I’d much rather be reading a book with my pets.” 

You initial shock set aside you smile slightly and the weirdness, “Really? I think I’d rather be eating Jet’s and watching a Disney movie. Good way to destress without giving myself a headache. But books are nice too.” 

Damion nodded courtly, I’m Damion Wayne, Bruce Wayne’s only blood son.” He stuck out his hand for yours. 

“F/N L/N?” You responded slowly, suddenly wondering why he was giving you a formal interdiction, firm handshake and all. Or as firm as a 12 year old hand shake could be. 

“Father says it’s rude if I don’t interduce myself to new people, hence.” He took his hand back and made a back and forth gesture. 

“Ah, that.. makes sense?” You smiled and chuckled to yourself. This kids was a good kinda weird. James would like him. 

“Are we friends now? I’m going to be in school soon, so I figured I should learn how to make friends with other humans.” He went back to staring out at the crowd of people mingling about. 

“Umm, sure.” You responded, not quite sure of yourself, “although, word of advice, it might help if you didn’t call other humans. Makes them feel weird.” 

“Did it make you feel weird.” 

You blinked for a moment before thinking about it, “No, not really. But I’m weird, don’t use me as an example.” 

Damion turned back to you, looking very serious, “I shall take that information and carry it to farther conversation.” 

You made a questioning hum in the back of your throat. 

“Well,” Damion spoke, a little sheepishly now, “we are friends now. And friends have conversation regularly right?” He turned to look down at his shoes. 

You smiled teeth and all, “Of course they do, friend.” 

His head whipped up to you, you turned to look back at him. Now both smiling in the corner of a gala neither of you wanted to attend. 

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