#butterfingers binding

[elizabethminkel]

Earlier this week I reported on the very depressing for-profit fic pirating happening in certain corners of fandom—but (somewhat coincidentally, timing-wise) I also had the joy of reporting this story on fanbinding, and the work of the @renegadeguild! Featuring the words (and fanbinds) of the brilliant @celestial-sphere-press, @butterfingersbookbinding, and @fanboundbooks (who also talked about Renegade on the most recent Fansplaining episode).

Renegade's binders are strong proponents of the non-monetized gift economy—they truly embody the spirit of fanfiction, in my opinion, both in the communal way they share their work with fic writers and each other, and in the DIY way they approach making books:

There’s a strong parallel between the amateur, instinctive nature of fanfiction and the act of fanbinding. While plenty of fic is penned by formally trained writers, much of it is not. Tiffo, who binds as Fanboundbooks, likens the reverse-engineering involved in teaching oneself both activities. As writers, people try to figure out why stories work. Fanbinders collectively share the process of learning to turn that work into a physical object—tactile, clean, often beautiful. Fic is largely unencumbered by the forms and structures of traditional publishing, and fanbinders approach their work with the same spirit. “People will often say, ‘How do I do this?’ or ‘What’s the rule for this?’” Tiffo says. “The answer that we always try to throw in Renegade is, ‘This is what other people have done, but know that there is no rule to your book—you can make whatever you want.’”

It's a shame seeing people conflate the bad actors of the pirating situation—many of whom don't appear to be in fandom and seem motivated by pure profit—with the work of fanbinders at large, and seeing people scared to try out fanbinding because of the recent news. Not-for-profit fanbinding is just as legal as writing fanfiction, and I don't speak for all fic writers, but if someone ever bound one of my fics, I'd be so touched I would almost definitely weep. 😭

#fanbinding #fanfiction #renegade bindery #fanbound books #celestial sphere press #butterfingers binding #gift economy #fannish crafts #atlas obscura #my writing

[igotsnothing]

hey, butterfingers! you dropped this... oh? you didn't? details, schmetails 😏

break - Lawrence desire - Sabine failure - Jairo guilt - Henry hide - Sasha nightmare - Nia please 😇

You sly, sly...

Also important to note: you're the best! I mean, you're asking about my pixel children- is there a greater kindness for an obsessive storyteller???

Ok: STORYTIME

Lawrence- break: What would cause your OC to break down completely? What do they look like when that happens? Has anyone ever seen them at their lowest?

The older the vampire, the quirkier- but here's the thing: when it comes to keeping their existential shit together, they do it very well. They've dealt with lifetimes of loss and crap, so they have it DOWN. They'll flip over little stupid stuff but are very good at navigating the life-and-death scenarios. HOWEVER! Being in a relationship with Julian has made Lawrence feel emotions he'd not dealt with for a very long time. He's very aware of his attachment to Julian. He's acutely aware that he's in love with someone mortal and he worries about something bad happening to Julian. The anguish is fierce. Julian has seen Lawrence break down over this and it's heartbreaking. The compromise they reached is that Julian carries a protective amulet with him at all times and they've agreed to revisit the idea of Lawrence turning him or his starting to take a longevity elixir in a couple years.

Sabine-desire: What's one thing your OC wants more than anything in the world? Are they open with that desire? Why or why not? What would they do to fulfill it?

Sabine's desire has always been- without spoiling much- to be independent. She's in a bit of a bind right now and fighting to stand on her own two feet (more to be revealed- plot, not feet...). She thinks of herself as a no-nonsense person and tends to be practical and pragmatic. Working for Hiram has opened her eyes to new experiences and awakened her curiosity. Would she admit that she is experiencing new emotions? That she finds her mind wandering when it comes to Hiram? No. Never. It'll pass, she tells herself.

Jairo-failure: What's your OC's greatest failure? Have they been able to move past it? Does anyone else know about it?

HAHAH! JAIROOOO! Jairo is the kind of person who would try to bake a cake, it would fall apart, and then he would simply serve it as "cake crumble" or something as half-assed and somehow it would be great. If you asked him, he'd tell you that his greatest failure was that he did not manage to convince Mr. Lam to turn Erato Bookstore into a bookstore/petting zoo/crepe cafe.

Everyone else will tell you that Jairo consistently fails at READING THE ROOM.

Henry-guilt: What is your OC guilty about? How do they handle their guilt? Do they try to avoid guilt, or do they accept it?

Henry is honest and straightforward. He's good at articulating his feelings and doesn't usually hold things in. Since his and Lee's move to Tomarang, Henry realized that he did not notice how upset Lee was about uprooting them from San Sequoia, where they had a good life with lots of friends. He thought that because Lee was moving back to Tomarang, and near his family, there would be no qualms. Instead, Lee, who is extremely sensitive, felt insecure and mortified that maybe he'd acted selfishly in wanting to move. Henry felt terrible- and guilty that he hadn't seen the breakdown coming- when Lee opened up about his fears. He accepted the guilt and saw in it a lesson that helped him communicate better with his husband.

Sasha-hide: What does your OC hide? Why do they hide it?

Oh, Sasha... Where do we BEGIN? This boy could be a case study. But...He hides his heart. It's been hurt and broken so much that he has perma-paywalled it more fiercely than some asshole content creators. He can't afford anything to be vulnerable and has rationalized his abrasiveness as a means to survive.

Nia-nightmare: What does your OC have nightmares about? How do they deal with their nightmares? Do they tell people, or keep it to themself?

AAAAAH!!! You remembered NIA!! I love Nia so much! I need to get cracking on Bite Me! so she and Sam can show up more (because they do). Ok, so Nia has been terrified of scary or sad clowns since she was a little kid. Ask Sam about the time they went to SpookyTown on Halloween: Nia screamed more than a D-list actress in a low-budget slasher film anytime a scary clown snuck up on them (but she claimed she was still having fun- go figure). If Nia hasn't been getting enough sleep OR if she overindulges in spicy food late at night, the probability of a clown nightmare skyrockets, and Sam knows they'll be consoling her and rubbing her back later. All their friends know about this because Nia will share the nightmares' outlandish plots with them in these mini-impromptu analytical sessions (Julian especially loves to offer his interpretation of the symbolism behind the imagery, and he and Nia feel oh-so-insightful and smart afterward, while Sam shakes their head in bewilderment)..

#answered asks #greighish #i loved doing this #bite me! #lawrence saint-germain #nia and sam #tact #sabine fletcher #tomarani adventure #henry tan-mcgraw #darker #sasha #thank youuuuu #❤️

[butterfingersbookbinding]

Iron and Crystal by Exulansis

Fic link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/5160038

Finally getting round to uploading my work here!

This was the first bind I ever did and in true fashion I totally added my logo on backwards. Guess Butterfingers was the righto choice of name huh! 😅 Reckon I may keep that little detail in all my future books.

#fanbinding #bookbinding #labyrinth #fanfic #renegade publishing

[submissivefeminist]

Trick or treat!!

In the spirit of Halloween, what's the most scared You've ever been during a scene?

Treat. Butterfinger!

Honestly, the scenes that involve scary things like knives and threat of death all have had some kind of pre-discussion and bond of truth established beforehand so they were not as scary as you'd think.

I'd say the most scared I've been was a time when I was living alone in college and let a first date bind me to the bed. I realized only after I was bound how incredibly dangerous it was to let him to that to me but thankfully I was in safe hands.

#Anonymous #trick or treat game

[l1fewithoutbuildings]

Eating a vending machine butterfinger in my dorm kitchen after watching EEAAO and thinking about how my mom sees so much death and pain and devastation every day at work but she drives home and tucks us in and then in the morning she watches the birds. And how my dad keeps his guard up but finds outlets to make us happy in every activity he invests himself in, capturing our joy in photographs and watching our faces intently as we try his new dishes. Every element of my upbringing despite pain has conditioned me to love love love in any and every circumstance to be gentle and to care and to be KIND. Reason and logic and order are obsolete because ultimately love is the only force that can prevail because of its absurdity ABSURDITY IS WHAT BINDS THIS UNIVERSE TOGETHER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#eeaao

[descendantofthesparrow]

I put a Spell on you - Harry Hook x Sanderson! Reader - Halloween special one-shot

Halloween Harry Hook x reader

basic version of outfit for reader, can be changed as wished

VVVV 

=

Halloween night, 2007, on the isle of the lost.

Young 6-year-old Harry Hook sat in the hull of the jolly roger, pouting to himself as he picked at his scarce stolen candy.

The isle never got much in the way of candy, the most they got was during the month of Halloween that the parents of Auradon threw away early for some odd reason.

Though what candy the isle got was little, and the “good stuff” was still on Auradon.

And Harry had unfortunately gotten a bad pick of candy this year, nasty fruit ropes that tasted like death, molding “coconut” chocolate candy that was too mushy to really enjoy, and watermelon looking hard candy.

The best he got was little wrapped hard pieces of candy that looked like brown barrels that had a slight spice to them.

Harry dropped the piece of candy he was holding and sighed, starting to stand and getting ready to turn in for the night after the disappointing Halloween. “jus’ like last year” Harry mumbled, brushing off his horrifically made copy of his father's jacket, he paused, something rang across his ears. “wha’ was-“

Come little children, I'll take thee away

Into a land of enchantment

Come little children, the time's come to play

Here in my garden of magic.

“singing?” Harry quietly asked himself, turning towards where the voice was coming from. It seemed hypnotic or at least was supposed to be, but It had no grab to it as if it had lost its power.

But Harry's curious nature pushed him to seek the voice out. He snuck off his father's ship and followed the voice into the dark forest near pirates bay.

He ducked as he spotted an old slim woman, the one who was singing, waving her hands about and twirling.

“Winnie~” the woman stopped singing, spinning around and crossing her arms, and whining at a hidden figure “It's not working!”

“of course it's not you twit, the stupid barrier blocks our powers, we won't be getting any children tonight!” “wait!” a plump woman stepped into the mood light, her eyes glinting “I smell a child~”

“that’s just (y/n) you idiot!” the hidden figure scoffed, stepping next to the slim woman, and smacking her torso “keep your child inside sister, they will ruin our plans” “But we can use them to lure children! Maybe they can even lure a boy~”

“silence Sarah” the oldest woman scoffed, turning and walking back towards the rackety shack near a pond. “sistars!”

“coming Winnie!” the slim one called back, hiking up her dress and running after the oldest.

“But Winnie! The child!” the plump one moaned, turning her eyes right at Harry.

Harry held his breath and ducked behind a tree, freezing as he heard the woman sniff the air and continue to walk closer to his hiding spot. Wait…shit! he walked right into the Sander-

“Auntie! It's just me!” Harry's jaw dropped as a child, who seemed just around his age, popped up from behind the tree in front of him, a small smile on their face “sorry, but there's no other kids around”

The plump woman groaned and shook her head, stomping back into the shack. “little brat, fooling me”

The child watched until the door closed, slumping against the tree in relief as they looked at him “you shouldn't be here, you don’t wanna know what happens when my mom and aunts get their hands on kids” they walked over to him and pulled at the lapels of his jacket, the hood of their cloak falling as they did so.

They beamed at him “but im not gonna let anything happen to ya don’t worry……sorry I don’t know your name?” they tilted their head at him, their bright (e/c) eyes staring into his.

“H-Harry” Harry stuttered out, gasping as the child grabbed his hand and started pulling him the opposite way of the old shack the old woman were in.

“Nice ta meet ya Harry im (y/n)!” (y/n) chirped, flipping their hood back over their head and continuing to lead Harry out of the forest.

Moments later they reached the edge and (y/n) turned, grabbing Harry's arms, spinning around, and pushing him over the edge “now you have ta promise that you won't come back no matter what, and to never follow random singing” (y/n) pouted at harry, wiggling their finger in his face “it's too dangerous”

“I-um” Harry stuttered again, wringing his hands together before he stomped his foot “they aren’t even tha’ scary! I can take ‘em”

(y/n) just shook their head “doesn’t matter, they’ll eat you if they get the chance”

“e-eat me?!” Harry squeaked, taking a step back from (y/n) “wait aren’t yeh one of their kids- won't yeh eat me too?”

“no!” (y/n) shook their head defiantly, scowling at Harry “that’s just gross, eating kids, Id rather eat rotten candy” (y/n) crossed their arms and tilted their head at Harry “what you think all witches eat kids?”

“well, they-” Harry swallowed harshly “ur mums a Sanderson ain't she? She's known for tha’ “

(y/n)s shoulders dropped “well I’m not my mother” Harry felt slightly bad as (y/n) curled in on themselves, looking off.

“hey-i….thank yeh fer savin’ meh” (y/n) perked up, smiling at him.

“you’re welcome Harry, now DON’T got back into the forest on Halloween night ever again” (y/n) once more shook their finger in his face, pouting at him.

Harry nodded slowly, placing his hand on theirs and pushing their hand down “why Halloween night only?”

“because that’s when they think they are most powerful, and the only time they are brave enough to wander outside the shack….aunt Winnie makes me go out to get food and all that every other time” (y/n) explained, eyes turning to the sky and gasping.

“you have to get home! It won't be long before my aunt gets another idea to get kids, go go!” (y/n) pushed at Harry's shoulders, back towards pirate bay.

“Alright alright im goin’!” Harry yelled, shaking his head at the odd witch, he turned to start walking back towards his dad's ship when he stopped. He spun back around, watching (y/n) walk back into the forest. “wait!” (y/n) groaned and stopped, spinning around to look at him with raised brows.

“what” they snapped, glaring at him.

“will I ever see yeh again?” Harry asked, blinking in surprise as (y/n)s cheeks turned dark and they looked down at the forest floor.

“um-i-maybe…I have to go!” (y/n) turned and ran back into the forest to her home, leaving Harry at the forest edge.

=

12 years later, on Halloween night, Harry sat in his temporary room at Evie's castle, sitting on his bed while Gil and Uma sorted through their first real batch of Halloween candy.

Most of it had been leftovers from Evie's trick or treaters, but Evie had made them chaperone Dizzy, Celia, and the twins for their first Halloween.

And the younger VKs had somehow roped them into Trick or treating with them, which luckily the people of Auradon were nice enough to ignore that they were technically too old to trick or treat.

Harry could recount Evie scoffing at the “Age limit”, saying that no one is too old to trick or treat.

“Gil hand me that orange one” Uma muttered, chewing on a Butterfinger.

“The Reese's?” Gil asked, holding up the flat packaging and handing it to Uma.

“yep, thanks…Harry you good?” Uma asked, noticing Harry staring out the window.

“hm?” Harry turned back to her, his eyes drooping “ah, sorry Uma, zoned out”

“well, it has been a tiring night….I'mma head in for tonight, night boys”

“night Uma” Harry and Gil called back in chorus, Gil leaving after Uma a moment later, leaving Harry alone in his room.

Come little children, I'll take thee away

Into a land of enchantment

Come little children, the time's come to play

Here in my garden of magic.

Harry perked up, he knew that song…..he definitely knew that song.

Though this time, the hypnotic power it had was present, taking hold of his mind and dragging him out of his room and out the door of Evie's castle.

Harry walked deeper into the forest surrounding Evie's castle, the voice becoming louder as he walked.

Suddenly he was grabbed, the cackling of three women echoing in his ears.

“oh, it’s a boy! Hes Handsome too~I want to play with him~!”

“later Sarah, first we must take him along with the others back to the cottage, he’ll be the first for your child, let them experience the dark art of Magic!”

“ohhh! Yes! Let em’ learn, let ‘em learn, let ‘em learn!”

Harry's vision went black, and he woke later in a chair, something invisible tying him down to it.

“wha’?” Harry muttered, pulling at his arm “where…shit” Harry tried to wriggle his wrist to draw the small switchblade in his jacket sleeve when the three Sanderson sisters walked in, holding two small children in their arms.

“ohhh hes awake!” the thin one, Sarah he guessed, gasped, clapping her hands together.

Harry let out a snarl and thrashed in his chair, the sisters gasped and reeled back. “nasty one isn’t he” the one with the odd lips, Winnie, muttered “perfect for our little imp isn’t he Mary”

“perfect Winnie” the plump one snickered, licking her lips as she separated from her sisters and dragged one of the children over a chair next to Harry, forcing the young girl down into it and snapping her fingers, silver rope wrapping around the girl's arms and legs and binding her to the chair “there we go!”

Sarah giggled and grabbed the boy she had by the scruff of his zombie costume and dragged him over to the chair on Harry's left, pushing him into the chair and binding him with the silver rope that turned invisible like Harrys.

“ohhhh (y/n)~” Harry perked up….he knew that name?

From the door on Harry's right, someone stepped out from the shadows, wearing a long dark pink jacket that tapered off at their waist, a corset type top with fishnet under top underneath it, ripped black jeans with scuffed brown boots, a belt with a pouch resting on their left hip that held two beakers resting on their left thigh.

“yes, aunt Winnie” the teen witch sighed, their hood hiding their face from Harry. Winnie grabbed an odd brown colored spell book with an eye on it and handed it to the hooded teen.

“here, finish the life potion while we go get more children, the…pirate boy is yours to do what you wish with” Winnie patted the teens head and turned “Sistars!” she stormed out of the cottage, the two witches running after their sister.

“coming Winnie!!”

The door slammed shut, the teen watching the door for a good minute before they sighed and dropped the book on the table to their right “thank hades” they tipped their head back, ruffling their (h/c) hair and blowing a raspberry “thought they’d never leave” they rushed over to a cabinet and ripped the doors open, rummaging through spices and herbs. “wormswart wormswart, where are you wormswart-ah-ha!”

They spun around, holding a jar of some sort of liquid and opening it, a hiss of silver mist rising from the bottle, they held the bottle delicately over the cauldron holding the boiling potion of life and poured a single drop of wormswart into the potion.

The potion turned a sickly brown, sputtering into the teen witches face. “ugh” they groaned, leaning back and wiping their face.

They grabbed a large spoon and mixed the potion, stirring until it turned back into a dark green. “there we go, now they can't use it” the teen muttered, looking up and locking eyes with Harry. “now to get you all out of here before they come back!”

With a wave of their hand, a silver pocket knife appeared, and they speed-walked over to Harry, cutting the invisible ropes at his hands. “im sorry about this, I tried to spell them to sleep until tomorrow at dawn but im not very good at potions other than ruining them”

“(y/n)?” Harry asked aloud, the teen stopped, slowly looking up at Harry, their still bright (e/c) eyes widening.

“Harry! What-“ they stood, leaning over Harry and shaking their finger in his face, “I told you not to follow the singing!”

Harry smirked at them and mocked bite their finger, (y/n) gasped and reeled back, pouting at him and smacking his chest. “jerk, im saving you from being eaten and yet you repay me like this?”

Harry chuckled and grabbed the knife from (y/n)s hand, cutting the rope from his legs “sorry love, couldn’t resist”

“l-love?” (y/n) stuttered, backing away from Harry and staring at him oddly.

Harry just looked at them, making their cheeks turn dark “you….you grew up” they muttered, looking away from Harry.

“heh” Harry chuckled, standing from the chair and looking to his right “we should probably get them outta here huh?”

“y-yeah” (y/n) stuttered, waving their hand and another silver knife appeared, walking over to the boy while Harry kneeled next to the girl and started to cut them free. “I’ll need to break the spell my mom put on them before we take them back, otherwise they’ll get their hands on them again.”

Harry nodded, picking up the girl dressed like a princess and setting her on his hip, her head resting in his neck.

(y/n) picked up the boy and walked over to harry, muttering a counterspell under their breath, and with a snap of their fingers, the two kids snapped out of their trance. The Girl leaning away from Harry and looking from him to (y/n), her eyes wide.

“where-whats” her lip wobbled, starting to cry a bit. the boy stared at Harry with wide eyes.

“you’re Harry Hook” the boy whispered in awe, squeaking a bit as (y/n) rearranged their grip on him.

“that's all dandy but we have to get you both back to your homes, the witches will be back soon and I need to be here when they are”

Harry nodded, pressing the girl's face back into his neck and following (y/n) out to the back door.

“come on, the main town is this way!”

=

Harry and (y/n) dropped the girl off, who told them her name of Sofia, and hurried her inside. “now don’t go after random singing on Halloween okay, it only leads to bad things” (y/n) warned them, handing the young girl a slip of paper with markings on it “as long as you have this, you will be protected from my mother's song” Sofia nodded, unsure but ran into her house, slamming the door behind her.

“alrigh’” Harry sighed, shifting Elijah in his arms and looked at the young boy “where do yeh live?”

Elijah pointed across the street and down a few houses “tha’ close huh?” Harry muttered, letting the boy down and watching him as he ran toward his home.

The boy stopped as (y/n) called his name, turning as they jogged over to him and handed him another piece of paper “thanks” Elijah squeaked, bolting into his house and slamming the door closed.

(y/n) sighed, rubbing their face in exhaustion “two down….however many kids to go” (y/n) rolled their neck and looked over at harry “now lets get you home too”

Harry stared at (y/n) as they walked up to him and held out their hands “I didn’t do this with the kids because I know they would freak but I can teleport us to where you live”

“yeh can teleport?” Harry asked, tilting his head as he stared at (y/n)s hands.

“yep, me, my mother, and my aunts each have a special power, my mom has a hypnotic singing voice, my aunt Mary can sniff out any kid from miles away, and my aunt Winnie can shoot lightning from her hands” Harry nodded slowly, grabbing onto (y/n)s hands.

“so what now?” Harry asked, watching as (f/c) smoke started to rise around him and (y/n)

“where do you live?” (y/n) chuckled, smiling at him.

“uh, im staying at Evie's castle right now”

“oh, I know where that is!” (y/n) cheered, the smoke swirling around them for a moment before it dissipated, revealing them now to be in front of Evie’s castle.

“cool” Harry muttered, not noticing (y/n) look down at their still intertwined hands and hurriedly ripped their hands away from him, Harry turned to (y/n), furrowing his brows as (y/n) looked around with wandering eyes “don’t go back” (y/n) whipped around to look at him with surprise.

“i-what?”

“don’t go back, stay here” Harry pleaded, grabbing onto (y/n)s shoulders “yer not happy there, and yer gonna waste away being their slave”

(y/n) just stared at him, sighing as they grabbed his hands and slowly took them off their shoulders “I…..I have to, to protect the kids”

Harry sighed, biting his lip in thought “okay….but!” (y/n) looked at harry, confusion swimming in their eyes “after tonight, come back here, im sure Evie would be happy to accommodate yeh, i’ll even ask for extra measure” (y/n) shook their head, looking over their shoulder back towards the witches cottage.

“…okay” (y/n) sighed, giggling as harry beamed at them and grabbed their shoulders in his excitement.

“Okay!?”

“okkayy! I'll come back tomorrow after my mom and aunts are asleep” Harry grinned at (y/n), chuckling as (y/n) smiled back.

“but….why do you want me to come back after tonight?” (y/n) asked, tilting their head at harry.

“because you saved meh from them 12 years ago…might as well return tha’ favor?” Harry smirked, snickering as (y/n)s cheeks darkened.

“well…I should get back now….see ya later?” (y/n) stepped away from Harry, (f/c) smoke rising around them. “see ya later” Harry confirmed, waving (y/n) goodbye as the smoke complexly enveloped them and they disappeared.

Harry sighed, cracking his neck and walking back inside Evie's castle, sneaking back up to his room and flopping on his bed, closing his eyes and falling asleep instantly from the crazy night.

=

Harry sighed in relief as the next morning, when Evie turned on the tv and the Auradon news came up, some breaking news came up about how the Sanderson sisters had been caught attempting their old antics with stealing the life force of children and had been arrested.

And the child of Sarah Sanderson had been confirmed secretly helping the children escaped, as claimed by the many children saved by the teen witch.

“aint (y/n) Sanderson that kid you met on the isle when you were like, 6? Harry?” Uma asked aloud, looking over her shoulder at Harry as he stuck another piece of pancakes in his mouth.

He swallowed and nodded, picking at his scrambled eggs “aye, and I….shoot, Evie I saw ‘em again last night, and might have told them if they wanted to they could come here?”

“that’s perfectly fine” Evie gushed, wiping her flour-covered hands on her apron “I have plenty of room for them here, and-wait you saw them? How?”

“uhhh” Harry stalled, watching as Uma set her fork down and stared at him with raised brows.

“you did a stupid didn’t you?” Uma droned, leaning on her intertwined hands.

“uhhh, yes?” Harry winched, yelping as Uma sent a torrent of water at him “hey! I was bewitched! It wasn’t meh fault!” Harry pouted, crossing his arms.

Everyone went silent as Evie's front door got knocked on, Evie glanced at Harry and took off her apron, tossing it onto the counter and walking over to her door, slowly opening it and peeking around the door.

“oh! You must be (y/n)! Harry told us about you!”

“r-really? He did?” the teen muttered, gasping as Evie grabbed their wrist and dragged them in.

“yep! Now! Are you hungry?” Evie pushed them into the living room that doubled as a dining room that connected to the kitchen, (y/n) stared at all the vks, locking eyes with Harry.

“i-yes?”

“Great! I'll make you up a plate and you get acquainted with everyone!”

Evie clapped her hands and skipped back into the kitchen, giggling with Mal as (y/n) just stood awkwardly where Evie left her.

“yeh kept yer promise” Harry smiled, standing up and walking over to (y/n), putting his hands on his hips and leaning towards (y/n)

“uhh yep” (y/n) chuckled, rubbing their arm nervously “Im here?”

Harry chuckled at their awkwardness and grabbed their shoulder, shoving them into the middle of the room, in view of everyone “(y/n) this is everyone, everyone this is (y/n), they have saved my ass twice now”

“hi” (y/n) waved awkwardly, a small grin on their face. Uma stood from her seat at the island and walked over to (y/n), slowly circling her like a vulture. “ummm hi?”

Uma hummed, standing in front of (y/n), her eyes dark and revealing nothing….then she smiled, reaching out and patting (y/n)s shoulder “nice to meet you (y/n)”

(y/n) gave a small smile, “nice to meet you too….Uma? right?”

Uma nodded and nodded her head back at the island near the kitchen, where Evie was setting (y/n)s plate full of pancakes, eggs, and bacon. “yep that’s me, and your foods ready”

(y/n) slowly walked over to their food, taking off their bag that was slung over their shoulder and setting it on the floor, hesitantly starting to eat the food Evie had given them.

Almost comically, their eyes widened and they started to scarf down the breakfast. Evie giggled and tapped on the counter, grabbing (y/n)s attention “apple or orange juice?”

“apple please” (y/n) spoke with a mouth full of food, blushing as Evie giggled once more and walked over to the fridge, grabbing the bottle.

She poured the drink and set it in front of (y/n) who gently took the cup and started to drink, turning towards the tv as it went back to the Sanderson sister's arrest.

*they will be stripped of their magic and be sent to the new high-security prison implemented on the isle of the doomed.*

“how many kids did yeh save (y/n)?” Harry asked, turning to look at the teen witch. (y/n) swallowed her mouthful of bacon and shrugged.

“around 20, including you and those two kids, my aunts and mom didn’t get far before the Auradon guard was called on ‘em”

“hm” Uma nodded in approval, smirking at harry “good job”

Harry smirked back, standing and sitting next to (y/n), watching as Dizzy changed the channel to Sunday cartoons

“so do yeh think you’ll stick around?” Harry whispered, (y/n) turned to him, and smiled.

“yeah I think I will” they whispered back, leaning back in their chair and watching the show “Powerpuff girls” as it played.

Harry smiled, happy to have finally repaid his debt to the witch who had saved him all those years ago.

And it was going to be fun to tease them since they went all dark whenever he simply looked at them.

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[potassium-pilot]

Prompt 9: Friable

“Dia, could I ask you a favor?”

“When have I ever said ‘no’ to you, Tataru?”

“Fair point”, Tataru replied as she placed her hand in her pocket and revealed a small crystal trinket in her palm, shaped like a sun, about an ilm tall. “I need to leave for a bit, but I don’t want to leave this alone, nor would I care to lose it because it fell out of my pocket. Could I trouble you to hold onto it for me?”

“This is the least troublesome thing I’ve been asked to do in a long time. Of course I’ll take care of it for you.” Dia took the sun-shaped trinket with her finger and thumb and lifted it close to her face for a better look.

“Thank you, Dia! I owe you for this!” Tataru waved at her and sauntered out of the Rising Stones, leaving Dia to marvel at the inanimate object for a while before placing it within her inventory.

“You know, you ought to learn to say ‘no’ sometimes”, a gruff voice commented aloud. Estinien sat at the table in front of Tataru’s desk, giving a wry smile. “And what’s that supposed to mean, Wyrmblood?”

“Means you run yourself ragged for them already. When do you put your foot down?”

“You don’t say ‘no’ to Tataru Taru.” She sat down across from him. “It’s one of the unwritten rules of the Scions. You’ll get used to it soon enough.”

“Why is that an unwritten rule?”

“Consider it like this; Tataru has watched her friends be murdered and kidnapped before her very eyes and nearly died herself, she was forced into exile alongside Alphinaud and I after that godsforsaken banquet, and she helped me fight a giant turtle man in Hell’s Lid. All this, she’s done and kept the Scions afloat, which was rather difficult when the majority of us were across the rift in the First. None of us would be here without her keeping all the things that would distract us from our duty away from us. If she needs something, I’m damn well doing it.”

Estinien wore a perplexed look on his face. “There’s a couple of scenarios in there that I’ll need you to explain.”

“All in good time. The point is, never say ‘no’ to Tataru, ever. She’s done and seen too much. She can have anything she wants.”

“You can’t always say ‘yes’ to people, or they’ll expect further agreement from you.”

“Good? That means they trust you.”

“That means they think you’re a doormat.”

Dia scoffed at the notion. “This is also my place of employment. What about when you were ordered to do something as a Temple knight? You couldn’t have been able to say ‘no’ to your commanding officer.”

“The Scions are not a military, as I recall. At any rate, are you implying the coinkeeper is your commanding officer?”

“As good as, if not better. Have you ever tried saying ‘no’ to her?”

“I have said no to her.”

An evil curl of her lip began to form into a half-smirk. “And weren’t you chased around Kugane for your efforts?” Estinien darted his eyes away with a scowl. “And then ended up saying ‘yes’ to taking down Black Rose facilities anyways…and then to becoming a Scion?” Estinien growled under his breath. Dia leaned back in her chair and pretended to hold a book. “Or was that in your day planner?” She started a pale imitation of the man. “10am: Brooding. 11am: Jump a million malms in the air. 12pm: Destroy any Black Rose facilities I see. 1pm: Become a Scion of the Seventh Dawn.”

“Don’t you have a crystal to watch?!” he retorted.

“I do, yes”, she reached into her inventory and opened her palm in front of him, “and I’m doing it well, see?”

There was a moment of silence, then the dragoon said, “That’s not the crystal” with a small bit of pleasure in his voice. She popped a very quizzical look and checked what was in her hand herself. A small sapphire charm was staring back at her.

“Shite! I was going to give this to Aymeric last night, and I forgot!” She stared into her inventory with no small amount of desperation. “Well, where in hells is the crystal, then?”

“Don’t ask me. You’re the one who agreed to keep watch of it.”

She sifled through her bag frantically. “I couldn’t have lost it; I was sitting here the whole time!”

“Ah, Dia, Estinien, how are you faring?” G’raha greeted cheerfully, as she continued to search through her possessions while Estinien reveled in his schadenfreude.

A few footsteps later, a shattering sound rang the loudest that any crystal could ever make.

Dia’s eyes widened. She slowly stood up from her chair, took a few very slow steps, and delivered to G’raha a look that could strike fear into the heart of Halone. “G’raha Tia”, she rumbled in a very low voice, “Move your foot.”

G’raha slowly moved his head downward to look at his feet, then slowly returned it to meekly gaze into her fearsome visage. “I’m afraid to”, he replied quietly.

Her voice started to raise slightly. “Move your foot, or I’m moving you!” He almost hopped away, and unveiled the result of her carelessness- the shattered remains of Tataru’s sun-shaped crystal. She gathered as much as she could and dashed back to the table with G’raha.

“You were a crystal once! Do something!”

G’raha stammered, unsure how to reply to a comment like that. “I-I-I can’t! I don’t know what it looked like!”

“Do I have to draw you a picture?! It looked like the sun!” She brought her face closer to his. “You don’t understand. Tataru had me keep watch of it.”

G’raha’s eyes widened and he gave a grimace. “She’ll kill you.”

“Me? Oh, hells no. Us. If I’m going down, I’m taking you with me, crystal boy!”

He gulped loudly. “All right, maybe this isn’t so bad. Maybe this is still fixable.” The two of them used their magic to lift up the shards, and start solving the puzzle. Behind them, Estinien stood and laughed under his breath. The distracting dragoon caused her to lose her focus, the shards dropping back on the table. She swung around and barked, “If you’re just gonna sit there and snicker at us, then bugger off.”

“This is too delicious to turn away.”

Dia groaned. “All right, look, I’m sorry I teased you earlier, okay? But when Tataru asks me to do something, I do it, and not because I’m a doormat! It’s because she’s been the one good constant in my life, and she’s stood by me from the very beginning. She’s my friend, and I’d do anything for her because I think she deserves so much more than I could ever give, and now I’m pissed because I couldn’t even do this for her!”

She turned around and finished with, “So you’ll forgive me if I’m not in the mood.”

The two arcanists started their puzzle once again as Estinien slowly walked away from the duo.

“So that’s how you feel about our receptionist?” asked G’raha.

She let out a sharp, quick breath through her nose. “Tataru’s not just a receptionist to me. A normal receptionist would have quit the Scions the moment we were implicated in the Sultana’s murder. A normal receptionist wouldn’t have been secretly learning arcanima in her spare time and use it to help me fight. A normal receptionist wouldn’t have helped nurse the Scions as they laid there unconscious, and fret over whether they’ll ever wake up.” The last struck a pang of guilt in the Mi’qote’s heart. “A normal receptionist doesn’t casually learn airship engineering and build a new one from scratch!” She let out a light laugh after that one.

“She’s as much a Scion as the rest of us.” Dia went quiet for a moment as she started to fit some of the last few pieces together. “She’s the best of us, really.” G’raha gave a empathetic smile. “Have you ever told her this?”

She hesitated, then responded, “…no, not really. At least, not aloud.”

“I think she’d appreciate it if she heard it from you”, suggested G’raha, “It’s good to extend appreciation to those who work so hard for us, especially if it’s as passionate as yours. I don’t think I’ve ever heard you express emotions like that before.”

“Ha, Aymeric can attest to how hard it is for me to express my feelings. If anything, I should be more willing- at least these feelings are completely platonic.” G’raha gave a light chuckle.

The pieces of the puzzle had finally linked together and the sun shined back at the arcanists…

…except for one shard that made an obvious hole in the bottom.

“Oh, you have got to be kidding me”, Dia complained. The two stared back at the scene of the crime in hopes of seeing it glimmer behind them. “All right, help me look for that last part.”

“Right.” The two took one step before they heard the sound of latches from the front door.

“I’m back!” Tataru announced gleefully. The two quickly spun around to look at her as she walked back with boxes in her hands. “I was picking up supplies from House Fortemps. Dia, can I have the you-know-what back?”

The two averted their gaze towards anything else and started sputtering, trying to figure out just what to tell the lalafell.

“Uh…” Dia started.

“Well, see…”, said G’raha.

“The thing is…”

The door to Dawn’s Respite had opened and closed and from the doorway. a gruff voice spoke out. “It’s my fault, I’m afraid.” The dragoon stepped out to stand beside Dia. “She handed it to me because I wanted to see it. Stupidly, I dropped it, and well…” Estinien turned around and saw the unfinished result on the table behind them. He gently picked it up and showed Tataru. “You can see what happened. These two came together to repair it.” Tataru took the stone from Estinien and gave it a good look.

“Hm, overall, a very good repair job”, remarked the receptionist nonchalantly, “Though I didn’t take you for one with butterfingers, Estinien.”

She moved to her desk to give it a better look under the lamp. “I’ll need to remedy this missing chunk here, of course.” Tataru noticed a glint of light from the corner of her eye and found the missing piece of the sun. “Ah, there it is!” She hopped off of her chair and picked it up from the floor before hopping back onto it. Gently, she picked up the trinket, and easily fit the last piece into the hole.

“There we go!” She held out the sun in front of G’raha and requested, “G’raha, you were a crystal once. Do you think you could bind this last piece for me?”

His ears drooped. “Why is everyone calling me that?” He obeyed and repaired the last piece of it to make the sun whole once again.

“Yay!” cheered Tataru, “Thank you, both of you. You two are far better at reparations than I am.”

“Than you?” repeated Dia curiously.

“Oh, of course. I’ve repaired this thing about five or six times myself. This is the best it’s looked in a while.”

G’raha and Dia shot their gazes to each other, completely bewildered, while Estinien smacked his head into his hand and shook his head, muttering the word, “Idiots.”

“Well, Tataru, if I may”, G’raha spoke up, “What exactly was it meant for?”

Tataru stayed silent for a moment, then finally sighed and said, “Oh, I might as well. I practically gave it to you anyway.” She took out a long gold chain and a display case the same shape as the sun trinket. “The plan is to encase it in this, a much sturdier glass, and attach it to the chain to create a charm necklace for Dia’s nameday. I trust Dia, so I asked her, and I hoped that maybe she’d forget about it by the time I would give it to her.”

Dia’s mouth went agape. “What?”

“It’s true!” Tataru jumped off the chair one more and walked in front of Dia. “You do so much for us. You’re always going in harm’s way for everybody, and I feel like you get so little for it. Sure, you get a bed, some gil and recognition, but that can’t be the only thing you should get from this. I don’t get to do much for you, and frankly, I don’t think I’ll ever have a proper gift to thank you, but at the very least, I want you to feel special on your nameday.”

Dia was tearing up. She couldn’t resist going down to her knees and wrapping Tataru in a proper hug. “I couldn’t ask you to do any more! You’re the best of the Scions!”

“Oh, Dia, I’m not a Scion!” Tataru exclaimed as she returned the hug, tearing up herself.

“Oh yes you are! You’ve been through too much with us. You’re a better Scion than I am. I’ve barely come by here since I moved into Borel Manor, and you’ve been working yourself to the bone here.” She unwrapped herself from Tataru and stood back up. “I can’t ever thank you enough for everything you’ve done, Tataru Taru, for going through so much with us. I owe you the best gift I could ever give you on your own nameday!” Tataru’s smile wavered, and she wiped away her tears with her sleeve.

“I’m going to find my goldsmith’s set, and I’m going to finish this for you, Dia Sito!” she announced through the lump in her throat, and ran back to the solar to look in storage for her kit.

Estinien gave his usual smile that was barely a smile, and G’raha told her, “Now you see what I mean?” She gave a smile of her own. “I do. There’s only one thing.”

“What’s that?”

She lowered her voice and near whispered. “When the hells is Tataru’s nameday?” G’raha pursed his lips while Estinien quickly removed himself from the situation by retreating back into Dawn’s Respite.

“Let’s find her calendar”, suggested G’raha.

#ffxivwrite2021 #ffxivwrite #ffxiv #my wol #g’raha tia #estinien wyrmblood #tataru taru #i’ve been writing a lot of heavy stuff for ffxivwrite #so i wanted just a simple thing #and ended up making a tataru taru appreciation story #oops #ah well tataru’s the best #shadowbringers spoilers

[questionthebox]

I apologize for being too direct at times.

But who am I apologizing too

In

The torrent

Who I am

Always remains elusive,

So I scream

With bouts of criminality

A poster boy

For the racism

They use to bind me with

Jesus

What a mental mind game cluster fuck.

Which is why I can’t believe my wife

Is

White

Kinda like I can’t believe it’s not butter

Butters

Butterfinger

Butt munching

Through the earth

Trying to find

Agartha

Because I met Saint Germain

When I was in San Francisco

Thinking of

Elly,

Fortified

In the mountains like

Caesar,

I have sent my people

The collection of people

I’ve had since 2010

To fetch water

From that this there here whatsoever

River,

Bent at the knees

Do I speak so much in that ecstasy

That

I blind my people,

That I have been here with my people

Through every indignity

That I have shared In what my people’s

Have experienced

That I witnessed it

Harnessed it to my being,

To only hear complaints

That I exhaust

Or feel

The silence from many,

Why do I wear this purple then

This diadem

Why do I care more about them

Then they do of me

Why am I compelled to care and love them

Even those I’ve never met,

HERA

HERA

I screamed,

I screamed for my mother

Suckling her

The way the Etruscans

Painted their version of

Hera & Heracles,

I screamed for my mother,

Who revealed to me,

That my curse was to be

Born

From my own lover,

Effectively surrounded

In this

Psychology

I had to enter into

Chemotherapy,

The way the tv has talked about

Getting a sun tan,

May I rise

A

Caesarian

Blotting out the sun

With my enlightened despotism,

(Devil on my shoulder)

Says

“You know that particular folly already”

So I scream again to my

Mother

Which actually is my lover

That I know she’s dead

That woman is a dead ghost

And

I cry wanting to know from her

If

There’s any escape.

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[ts-unpopular-opinions]

Top five outtakes, if you can choose. Not sure about you but I quote them as if they were my religion haha.

(I can’t choose)

- VIRGIIIIIILLLLLLLL!

- Ssssssshtop

- YeAhAheaHehhh!

- *sqwaking noises* I’m a pretty pretty bird!

- Scare them right out of my pants!

- Whoever burnt the library of Alexandria: Your mom’s a hoe!

- You can’t f*cking punch me.... I’m imaginary you dumb sh*t.

- POOPY SH*T MOTHERF*CKER!

- *Logan rambling about how Patton coming back and turning everyone into puppets is bullsh*t* Oh, we’ve had a script re-write. My new line is: “what?”

- Seven thousand sixteyyyyn....

- It’s like a bondaid, you just gotta rip it off

- What the fue?

- Sorry Mr. Lamp.... *stumbles* aH!

- Good ol Virgil monologue back again *is playing Logan*

- Mmm................. moo

- Where’s the wedding...???? *does weird eye- hand thing* That was stupid... that was a stupid move. Eat sh*t losers. F*cking killed that one *trips on table* ow... Get ready I just beefed it over here you’re gonna have to stand in it. Read off the charges pleassssssssssssseeee blelelele *tounge thing*

- *leans dramatically into the podium* I’m a little drunk.

- Along with your other unmentionables: Yer taint, yer balls, yer dingus!

- *inhale* Boi!

- in a LEGAL SETTING! *gets shook at his own voice* LEGAL AND BINDING! YOU SIGNED IT! GOOD DAY SIR!

- Uh... I broke my gavel? *wheezes*

- *long pause, puts hand over mouth* I..... I pooped my pants.

- No onesie, no vote! LIKE OUR FOUNDING FATHERS BELIEVED!

- uh *hacks* hairball...

- That’s like slapping me in the face with my own BEAUTIFULLY MANICURED C*CK

- Hey everybody, I know it’s the last day of class I thought we’d have some fun!

- Oh no, I farted out loud! God heard, but the devil was the one who caused it!

- WHERE ARE YOUR KIDS PATTON?! HOW ARE YOU A DAD IF YOU DON’T HAVE KIDS!

- Do you like meeeeeeee??????

- If they’re not going to hurt Thomas back then. why don’t we just KILL THEM.

- NO ONE TAKES YOU SERIOUSLY..... b*tch.

- And I’m Robe-an. Yep.... thats it. That’s crativity. *donks head* I still got it

- *Janus pulls butterfingers from behind Pattons head and Patton let’s out an ungodly moan* ....holy sh*t.

- And now maybe we ruined a-ah.... and now maybe we ruined a!... and NOW maybe we ruined a! Ugh! *bleh bleh bleh bleh*

(so these are just a few that me and my sister quote on a daily basis)

#sanders sides #thomas sanders #ts sanders sides #ts unpopular opinions #ts unpopular answers #ts bloopers

[cushionydeer4]

Could you do a Black Widow x shy! Male reader

Sorry if this sucks 😘

“SO YOUR TELLING ME...” Tony is screeching at Bruce because he just learned what happens to him after the battle of ultron

You roll your eyes slightly at the screeching of your dramatic friend wanting to sink down further in your seat because more people were staring than before. Apparently you can’t take the avengers anywhere without anyone making a scene and drawing attention to themselves.

“I’m sorry babe,” Natasha whispers in your ear because she knows that your shy and everybody is starring.

“It’s ok” you reply. There’s nothing you can do about the people starring and you wouldn’t trade Tony for the world, but you really wish that sometimes he remembered his inside voice.

But somehow you managed to power through your dinner, though you were only able to eat about half, saving the rest for later on in the night when your nerves calmed themselves enough for you to eat.

Walking out of the restaurant, one hand holding Natasha’s the other is holding the bag of left overs, you are stopped by a young teen.

“Can I have your autographs please, your my favorite supperheros!” A fourteen year old breathes out.

You shyly look down at your feet, kicking them slightly. Your skin becoming hotter as you laugh nervously. You weren’t good at talking to people.

“Well of course you can sweetheart!” Smiles Natasha taking the pen and paper scribbling down her signature, she then passes the objects to you.

By now you are completely nervous and you fumble taking the pen and paper so much that you accidentally dropped the girls pen

“Ahh I’m so sorry honey, I’m not good at this meet fans thing” you apologize as you squat down picking up the pen and scribble down your signature under your girlfriends.

“It’s ok,” reassures you as she thanks you for the signatures. She tells you that it was her boyfriend who wanted to have yours and Nats autographs, he was just to shy and nervous to come up and ask. She gestures to her boyfriend who is leaning up against the outside of the build with a deep blush on his cheeks.

You gave the boy a small smile and a tiny wave. He waves back at you slowly.

Natasha and you bind the fan goodbye as you get into the back of the escort van.

“Look at you butterfingers” Natasha teases as the leftover over box dropped out of your sweaty palms onto the floor. Luckily nothing spilled.

“Hey” you say in mock hurt as you lean down and pick up the box. “My palms were sweaty.” “I know you looked like you were shaking back there” she laughs “I’m just shy, I wasn’t-“ Natasha cuts you off with a quick pec on your lips “ I know, and I love you like that”

#tony stark #natasha x reader #nastasha romanoff #black widow #black widow imagine #black widow x reader

[jincherie]

milestone!!

Just today I hit a pretty big milestone and I’m!!! In awe!!! Thank you all so much for supporting me, and reading, liking, reblogging!! Literally everything you do means so much and I am very grateful I get to share these little bits of me with you!

I have been thinking of what to do to celebrate, and I decided I’m going to give you all a peep of the fics I have planned and are coming very soon, as well as decide who I write next for the series I started at Halloween!! (yeah lol bet u all forgot about that!!) Here are the fics I’m going to be focusing on!!

Again, thank you all so much!!

✫ She Who Never Cried Wolf ✫ bts x reader wolf!au, gang!au preview: [”You admired the beauty of your surroundings as you walked, managing to empty your mind of all thoughts but those regarding your environment. It was somewhat therapeutic, just taking a moment to appreciate your surroundings as it was and be mindful of the now.

Your peaceful thoughts and feelings were broken, however, when your gaze moved a couple of metres ahead of you and caught sight of a large, dark shape on the ground, partially hidden by a small shrub beside the road. Your eyebrows furrowing, you wondered what it could be as you moved closer to investigate.

There was just about a metre left between you and the shape when it shifted and large yellow eyes pinned you in place, a low, threatening growl tearing through the air. You stopped, having nearly had a heart attack, and had the sudden, startling realisation that the dark shape before you was in fact a very big, very menacing dog— no, a wolf, that did not look happy in the slightest that you’d come near it.

You bit your lip. You wanted to leave, and bolt up the driveway to safety in your new home, but would it follow you? Your eyes raked its frame, scanning over the dark, inky fur and powerful limbs before returning to the glaring eyes and muzzle, teeth bared in a snarl as the animal continued to emit a low growl. It shifted a bit, and your attention was directed to the limb closest to you.

It’s front leg was curled slightly, cradled close to the body, and even from where you stood you could see the thick pool of crimson staining the matted fur around a crescent shaped wound that was causing blood to seep into the dirt beneath it. You came to the sudden realisation that this wolf probably couldn’t walk, let alone chase you up a long driveway.”]

{[ Although I’m no longer going to be a part of this collab, I’m finishing the first chapter and planning on having it out before I resume university in the middle of february! ]}

✫ [Working Title]  Butterfingers ✫ namjoon x reader hybrid!au, neighbour!au, coffeeshop/teacher!au (undecided) blurb: You saw him everywhere, constantly and personally witnessing enough clumsiness to make your shoulders hunch and eyes squint as you cringed. He was a mess, but it was oddly endearing, and you decide to take it upon yourself to be his personal protection squad from himself.

✫ [Working Title] Periapt  ✫ jungkook x reader magic!, incubus!au, exorcist!au, smut blurb: -{ periapt : n. an item worn as a charm or amulet }- You are a student, an exorcist-in-training, and you are one week away from graduating. For your final examination, you are tasked with summoning a demon, successfully commanding the demon to complete a task for you, and then binding the demon into your servitude. Everything began so well, but a misstep in your chanting lands you in a bit of hot water when it isn’t a lowly c-class demon that appears in your living room, but rather-- something else.

✫ Opia (pt.2) ✫ taehyung x reader cupid!au, soulmate!au moodboards: yoongi | jimin

✫ [A milestone bonus!] Wanted ✫ jungkook x reader space!au, alien!au, smut blurb: You were a deserter, a renegade, a wanted “criminal”. It was never in your plans to crash land on that planet, and it most certainly wasn’t in your plans to fall in love with it’s handsome ruler.  

And last but not least...

✫ Cast your vote for whose ending you want next in the halloween series, here! ✫

#coming soon #!!!!! #im so thankful you guys #really!!! #i love u all so much #appreciate you all so much #please anticipate these in the very near future

[wallpaperpainter]

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Clothes that Make the Man

Trope: Sharing clothes For Stony Bingo

It wasn’t that Steve usually took note specifically of what Tony was wearing; he was wearing a suit, the way he often wore suits on days when there were press conferences. Steve wasn’t such a fashionista that he knew anything about suits, really. Aside from the fact that Tony looked really good in them. But Tony looked really good in just about everything that Steve ever saw him in. The man could move like a tatty tank and a pair of jeans with the knees torn out were the height of fashion.

But when Pepper moved in to straighten Tony’s tie, Steve cocked his head to one side, his gaze drawn to the tie.

Not a great tie, really, although it was Tony and the tie did its job of drawing the gaze upward to his sharp chin and downward to his narrow waist, and knowing Tony, he’d manage to spin at the exact right moment to show off that perfect butt.

But it was a familiar tie.

Diagonal striped, a deep, muted red, a silvery shade of white, and a pale, slate blue. The sort of thing his PR manager always dressed Steve in, because even when Steve wasn’t wearing the Captain America suit, they liked to put him in those colors. Just in case someone (namely Steve, he thought privately sometimes) forgot that he was Captain America and maybe considered that he might actually be a kid from Brooklyn. Steve G. Rogers.

Steve shifted closer.

It wasn’t just similar to one of Steve’s ties.

It was Steve’s tie.

It’s not the first time Tony’s asked Steve to dance, but it is the first time that Steve says yes.

Tony’s not sure why Steve keeps turning him down; they’re charity events and Tony dances with literally everyone. He dances with his friends -- he and Rhodey cut a rug at almost every event and have since they’d been attending events together, and it’s quite clear to everyone that he and Rhodes are just friends. It’s not like Tony’s making a move on Steve.

Before, Steve has always blushed charmingly and stammered a bit and then miraculously spotted someone he absolutely had to speak with and wandered off.

Tony is pretty sure, at this point, that Steve’s never going to agree to dance with him. He keeps asking because it was still vaguely possible that Steve might say yes by accident someday. Tony is pretty sure that’s why Pepper ended up dancing with him. Tony is just persistent like that.

He doesn’t examine at all why he wants to persistently ask Steve Rogers to dance.

When Steve says yes and puts his hand in Tony’s, for a moment, Tony has no idea how to react. And then he leads Steve onto the dance floor. The music sounds old; Big Band music has had a bit of a come-back, remix era, like rap did with seventies music back in the eighties.

“You know I don’t actually know how to dance,” Steve says. That blush is back on his neck, pinking just over the color of his tailored suit. Steve looks good in a suit, when he forgets that he’s wearing it. The rest of the time, he just looks awkward and embarrassed.

“Yes,” Tony says. He draws one hand down Steve’s impressive bicep, displayed by the suits neat lines. “But I do. So, if you can take off your Captain’s hat for a while, and follow my lead, we’ll be fine.”

“I’m not wearing my Captain’s hat,” Steve points out.

“Well, take off something else, then,” Tony suggests.

Steve blushes, because of course he does. And then he takes Tony’s free hand and lets Tony spin them onto the floor.

Steve might not know how to dance, but he’s quick, and agile, and he can analyze combat patterns and situational maps. And they have been fighting together for quite some time. Which means Tony only gets his foot stepped on twice. (Which was good, because Steve is fucking heavy; bone and solid muscle.)

Tony manages to talk Steve into a second dance; they’d come in nearly halfway through the first song, so that was fair, right? (That was also a lie, they’d started dancing only thirty seconds into the first four minutes, but Steve didn’t object, so that was okay.) The second dance was slow, and even Steve could manage to put his hands on Tony’s waist and spin around in graceful, spiralling circles, staring down into Tony’s eyes.

Steve doesn’t say anything when they part, but Tony can feel him, watching, the whole rest of the night. As the event draws to a close, most of the men have loosened or removed their ties, unbuttoned the top of their shirts. (Clint’s jacket disappeared early in the evening and no one will ever see it again, because Clint.)

And if Steve’s tie, abandoned on the bartop, happens to make it into Tony’s pocket as a reminder of their first dance, Steve doesn’t seem to miss it.

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“JARVIS,” Steve said, leaning his hip against the wall outside Tony’s workshop, “could you remind him that I cannot get sick, so contamination isn’t an issue. Also that I have a lot of stamina, and I’m very annoying, and I will stand outside the door and bother him every five minutes until he lets me in?”

“He says,” JARVIS announced, “that calling you annoying is his job, and fuck you.” But the door slid open, which was really all Steve wanted.

He had soup and tea and a variety of cold medications for Tony, but getting the man to do anything but ignore his health problems was like pulling teeth. Tony would croon and get his screwdriver out the moment the disposal made a funny noise, or the instant there was anything he could fix, improve, or otherwise meddle with that was made of parts, but Tony didn’t much care about biology, as far as Steve could tell.

Tony was huddled up on the tatty couch, bundled in a blanket with his head barely poking out, like some sort of human burrito.

“It’s just a cold, Steve, go away,” Tony grumbled.

“Don’t make me spoon-feed you,” Steve threatened. “Come on, have some tea, at least. You need to rehydrate.”

As Tony was surrounded by crumpled up tissues, this was undoubtedly true. Dum-E was picking them up, one at a time, trundling across the workshop to the trash, and dropping them in there. Even from that close, Dum-E’s aim wasn’t so good. And Butterfingers was helping, if one defined help as picking up the missed tissues, and placing them carefully in the trash, then wiping his appendage off with a sanitary wet wipe and dropping that in the trash as well. That was probably as much fussing as Tony could stand most of the time, letting the bots clean up the mess. Tony was as proud of those bots as most men were of their sons.

“Ug, wet weeds,” Tony said. “Tempt me with something else.”

“Homemade soup?”

“Did you make it?” Tony wondered. He peeked further out of his blanket roll, then opened it up enough to pull the bowl up to his mouth and slurp noisily.

“No, Natasha did,” Steve replied.

He didn’t quite have to dodge out of the way of spluttered soup, but Tony’s face froze in the instant just before he swallowed. “Oh. Well, maybe it’s poisoned and it’ll kill me sooner.”

“Nat didn’t poison the soup, Tony,” Steve said.

“Too bad,” Tony replied. He drank the rest of the soup without complaint, though, so it must not have been terrible. Steve had his various favorite foods, of course, but he didn’t much notice if food wasn’t great. There was always worse that he’d eaten.

Steve managed to spoon a few doses of the cold medicine into Tony’s mouth, and then the tea, because cold medicine was terrible, and even Steve noticed that.

Tony was just swallowing the last of the tea with a grimace when Steve frowned. “Is that… my Army of One sweatshirt?”

Of course it was; he couldn’t imagine Tony voluntarily buying something that cheesy and propaganda-ish. Steve only had it because Sam had given it to him, meaning to make fun. And Steve always found that Sam got perplexed and agitated whenever Steve blatantly refused to notice that he was being made sport of. (This might also be why Steve had acquired several pairs of novelty sunglasses, a truly tacky American flag hat, and a stuffed bald eagle. Steve loved every single one of those items.)

Also, it was enormous on Tony. Tony was pretty fit for a normal human, but he was a good several inches shorter than Steve, and substantially thinner. He was practically drowning in the sweatshirt, and he had the sleeves pulled all the way down to half-cover his hands.

Tony merely shrugged, the tightness around his eyes the only indication that he was feeling defensive. “Might be,” he said. “I was cold.”

“It’s fine, you keep it,” Steve offered.

Tony had been kidnapped a ridiculous number of times.

He didn’t even know how many times. While Tony could recall every single instance with the remarkable clarity that was his gift and curse, he refused to grace the events by counting them. He’d been tied to any number of dirty beds or uncomfortable chairs. One time, he’d even been zip tied to a fucking box spring.

There were times when Tony wishes he’d followed Coulson’s little cards, because now that the world knew he is Iron Man, the number of assholes who try (or succeeded) to kidnap him also include super villains.

On the down side, this particular super villain tags and bags him while Tony is out for a cup of coffee.

On the up side, he is out for a cup of coffee with Steve.

Stupid villains.

It takes Steve all of about three minutes and one amazing leap onto a semi-trailer, to catch up. Even less time for Steve to deal with the villain.

And then he’s yanking Tony’s bindings free. Tony stumbles and Steve catches him. Tony gazes upward into those eyes that make the sky seem small and dingy. The color of rain, the color of comfortable jeans. Tony’s writing poetry in his head while Steve holds his arms, keeping him from falling to the ground. He probably wishes Tony would get his feet under him and stop swooning like a teenage girl at a Beatles concert. Not that Steve knows what the British Invasion is.

Except Steve doesn’t let him go, when Tony gets his balance back. He just stays there, staring back at Tony as if he’s seeing something clearly for the first time. He’s wearing his Army of One sweatshirt. It wasn’t a date, they don’t date. Except that Tony doesn’t always tell his stupid heart that.

“Tony,” Steve says, and he leans even closer.

Tony is already shifting, moving up onto the balls of his feet, anticipating a kiss that he shouldn’t be taking.

Steve tastes like coffee.

They don’t talk about the kiss, later. Sometimes, alone in his overly large bed, Tony wonders if it actually happens at all, or if it is just a particularly vivid fever dream.

“Tony!” Steve scowled mightily. “Gimme back my hat.”

“What’s mine is yours and what’s yours is mine, sunshine,” Tony said, dodging around the obstacle course. Steve would catch him, eventually. He always did.

But the chase was always fun. Letting Tony stay out of reach until Tony was breathless with running and laughing, and then Steve would knock him to the floor and kiss him stupid.

“I don’t remember making that promise,” Steve said. He leapt up onto the scaling wall, balanced there, in a squat, one hand down for balance. Tony rounded the corner and Steve dropped in front of him.

“You promised to share your life with me,” Tony pointed out, shifting to one side, then dodging the other way, getting around Steve.

“My life doesn’t mean my clothes, Tony,” Steve retorted.

“Well…” Tony came to a sudden halt and Steve nearly plowed into him. “Why don’t you take them off me, then?”

Steve smiled, put his arms around Tony’s waist. “Sounds like an excellent suggestion, husband.”

Tony smirked. “Wait til you see what else of yours I’m wearing.”

Steve went up in flames. “Are you wearing my boxers again?” Steve croaked.

Tony wiggled his left hand. “I was talking about our wedding bands, Captain Dirty Mind.”

“No. You weren’t.”

Tony gave him a wicked smile. “No. I wasn’t.” 

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Tides Unknown - Chapter 1: it begins

A reincarnation AU that comes after Birthright canon. Xander is a sailor of Nohr that meets Corrin who longs for adventure, and is headstrong despite the situation. Together they'll embark on the seas, meet both old and new allies, face their inner turmoils, and discover the link that binds them both.

Note: there are certain quirks that may be different from the original Fates verse, due to the Birthright having a lingering effect that will be explored in time.

Fluffy white clouds filled the sky, and the sun took mercy on the town below, and yet the Corrin mourned as she watched strangers throw her rent money away without a care in the world.

She strolled in the nicer area of town that drew the merchants in and stimulated the economy. The walls were always painted in fresh coats, and the pillars stood strong in contrast to the dirtier sector in which most residents made their homes. The shops and restaurants made it a good area to sell flowers, but intense wanderlust struck her as she watched them come and go, even as she stood out in her plainer dresses than the noble folk. Sometimes those that took a liking to her brought her back trinkets from abroad that she stashed away with great care. She went so far as to create elaborate security measures for her precious treasures. She couldn't fault the people for playing a small game, as they did take kindness on her (she assumed her looks played a part in this).

For that reason she eyed the large, gaudy wishing fountain in the square with disdain. It held a small fortune that would actually solve her problems, yet it would all just rot away uselessly.

Corrin didn't put much stock into superstition, for fun or otherwise. She certainly didn’t have lady luck on her side in her years. But even before her luck took a darker child, as a child, she never bothered with eyelash wishes or blowing dandelions. Birthday wishes were a waste of time, and she didn’t spare shooting stars a second glance.

If she wanted something, she would get it herself. That was that. Yet, her stash all held items she’d sourced from others. Clips and books, toys and spices, things she yearned to see with her own eyes in markets she’d never been able to go to herself. 

To see so many tourists having their merry time throwing coins into the fountain always had her envious. How frivolous, to be able to travel the world and wish for what one already had! To spend at her leisure, and not have to rely on someone else to get a taste of the world. Just as she felt another pang of envy, a most delightful sound reached her ears. A stray coin that rolled away from the fountain, and towards her feet. Well, no one seemed to be missing it greatly--

 She snatched it up between her fingers and grinned at it’s glimmer. How generous of its owner. She did feel bad about robbing a wish… she turned her head from coin to the fountain that so irked her, when someone bumped into her and sent the coin flying in the air.

The loss of her prize made her mind up, and she took quick strides over the hot cobblestone to retrieve the gold coin. “Butterfingers!” she scolded herself as she fumbled with it, and just as it flew into the crowd, another hand grabbed it with ease. And as soon as she felt ease, she felt loss once more.

The man who was her temporary savior deposited the coin into the fountain with ease, and his golden locks shined brilliantly as he looked at her. “Well now, it certainly would have been unfortunate should you have lost your wish. You offered a handsome amount there.”

“My wish ,” she pouted, “was to keep that. I’m no noble, to be able to spare such wealth for a tourist attraction. Oh,” she added when the man’s smile froze in place as he realized what he had done. “I’ve spoken rudely haven't I? I suppose I should thank you for at least trying to help me.”

“''Twas my mistake to assume your intentions. May I rectify my error? I've incurred you a great loss, I imagine.” He extended his arm to her, and she looked over him to judge his character.

His brow was not furrowed, yet appeared stern all the same. He had strong features and looked older than she, and he was handsome for certain. He looked like a man that kept a level head, yet his actions showed some form of ineptitude that she couldn't analyze from a short glance. His loose clothing and kerchief gave away that he was a sailor of sorts, and the scent of the sea clung to him to confirm so. Even if there was the likely risk of him being a flirt, she was intrigued. After all, how could she have any adventure if she never tried anything.

Said all those who died stupidly , she thought dryly.  

“And how are you making it up to me?” she inquired.

 “What do you wish for?” 

“To travel the world.” Her eyes lit up as she said so, and her annoyed countenance melted away just a little.

He gave a loud laugh that prickled at her. Was it so silly for a man like him to hear. At her frown, he quickly sobered and explained himself. “Please do not misunderstand...I don't laugh at you. It's just pleasant to hear something so pure and naive.” 

“It's not pure, nor naive. What, will you buy me some necklace that I can pawn off later. Or simply spare me the trouble and pay me back?” She held out her palm with an expectant look. 

“You know,” He scratched his chin, “I don't think that coin was of your possession to begin with. A hefty sum wouldn't be something you would play with so carelessly, after all.”

Her ears pinked. Damnation, the man was more observant than she gave him credit for. Perhaps he knew so, and devised this entire plot so they would chat. “Then why do we still converse?”

“Because you have piqued my interest.”

“Ah,” she said with mock remorse. “A flirt after all.” She turned on her heel when his next words had her pause.

“So you wish to travel the world?” 

“What is it of your concern?”

“None, perhaps. It is a pure wish. However, the world has great evils.”

She gave an impatient exhale and glanced to the side. “It's not exactly sunshine and daisies here either. At least you get to escape to a boat at night, with only the sea to stop you.”

“I do not wish to turn the conversation heavy--”

 “Do not stop for my sake.”

“Very well. It is as you say. You can escape trouble by sailing away….but burdens are never easy to stop bearing.”

“Then teach me. Take me with you,” she challenged him, and the man sighed.

“You don't even know my name, yet you decide to embark to god knows where with a strange man. What if I were to sell you off and rid my hands of you.”

“I can handle myself in a scuffle,” she muttered, her pride taking a dull blow. After a short while

of silence, her curiosity got the better of her. “Where would you take me anyways?”

“Would you like to see?”

“Yes,” she said and stepped ahead of him. “Let me see where my unfortunate fate will take place. I do think I’d fetch good coin.”

He didn't offer his arm again, but he took a leisurely pace beside her as he guided her to his ship. The docks were situated nearby, as they wanted to draw all the sailors and travellers to the bazaar they were in. “Are you trying to convince me to put you on the market?”

 “Well you won't hire me. Do you not take women in your crew?”

 “On the contrary. I have formidable women that have saved me in many a fight. You, however, seem to be a worrisome hire. To put it kindly, naive.”

 “Unkindly?”

 “A fool,” he laughed, and she pouted at him once more. “I jest. You eye me with much  skepticism, yet you follow me easily. Truly, you’re an odd character.”

 “I am very skeptical,” she said as they reached the docks. They walked to a rather handsome ship, and she wondered just what fortune it cost to buy it. He dressed much shabbier than his boat-- ‘twould make a fine vessel to travel in. “I told you, I'm very capable. I beat up some boys the other day.” She climbed up and on to his dock, and admired it. She had never stepped foot on a boat before, especially not one as fine as this.

He smirked. “Had their voices cracked yet?”

She scowled for a moment, then returned to gawking around. “Hey, are you the captain?” She narrowed her eyes as she judged his attire again.

“Indeed I am. Care to see my quarters?”

“A risky proposition. But I’ll take your bait.” She dashed in front of him and asked to see every part she’s ever read about in books. Maps, and compasses, navigation devices and ship tools… everything was so fascinating to her, it already felt as though she were in another world. “Where is your hat?”

“Pardon?” he paused as he was in the midst of moving aside some barrels so she could look in the storage.

 “Don’t captains wear hats?”

“I… am not that sort of captain.” He spoke honestly.

“Then, are you a pirate?” That too, sounded true. 

“Not that either. I simply make deliveries and run errands,” he spoke as though it were the truth, yet deep down Corrin knew he was hiding his true occupation. She didn’t think of him shady… but she was dying to know the truth.

 “Then there should be no problem if I tag along then? You don't do anything dangerous, right?”

 “If that is what you think. You should be going home now.”

 “Are you… leaving today?” She spoke with reluctance. Though she knew him not long, nor had much reason to be attached, deep inside she wanted to get to know him better.

 “In the morning. So I’ll be taking your leave once I see you off.” With a nod he indicated that they should make their exit, yet they both dragged their feet as they left the boat and went their way back into town.

 They walked together in mostly silence. She stood at his side closer than before, and pointed out places of interest to him. He listened with genuine attention, and just as they went back to a cheerful banter, they arrived at the shabby little neighborhood she called home. Dilapidated and dusty, it wasn't somewhere she was proud to show him.

 “Ah….well, don't get into any more trouble,” she kicked away a pebble as she stood away from him to wave him goodbye.

 “Don't wander on to any strange ships.” He hesitated, then gently patted her shoulder before he turned away. The sight of his retreating back wasn’t pleasant to see… but it wouldn’t be long until she saw him again. She couldn't just ignore the niggling feeling that she couldn't let him leave. Like she would be left behind if he were to go. And beyond that… this was her chance to explore. Even if they dumped her at the next port, it would be a hell of a lot better than being stranded in the same place forever.

 Luckily for Corrin, he gave her a time frame to make her move, intentional or not. Until morning. That was the time she had to sneak onto his ship and stay hidden.

 She gathered her clothes, necessities, life savings, and her beloved souvenirs into a bundle. With some rope in hand and a candle, she slipped into the night and said goodbye to the home she lived in for so long. She didn't hold much attachment to it. She had grown up with her family somewhere else after all. This place did nothing but remind her that she just had herself.

 Though it was a risky move to abandon all and stow away on a ship that didn't want her, she didn't hesitate. She felt an unreasonable amount of trust towards the captain… yet she didn’t even know his name yet. A voice murmured in her head as she thought that. It was fuzzy, and annoying. She bit her lip and stood still to focus. Her head cleared, yet she felt as though she had just lost something. “Ah… I must be tired.” Corrin ignored all else and retraced her steps back to his ship.

 What luck! They were hauling merchandise onto the ship. She could sneak in easily! She crept around some crates, and knelt into a box of cheeses. “Stinky… Do they really eat this?” Even as she wrinkled her nose she nibbled on a variety to pass the time. Finally, she felt the crate lift and hoisted into the ship. This was it--now or never to make a run for it. She felt more excitement than trepidation, and the adrenaline of it all had her running on a high. After a while she was set down, and all was quiet.

 Now she would just have to wait out the ni--The lid was being slid off and light filled her little hiding spot. Oh no no no! She didn't think they would indulge in dairy so late in the evening! She peeked up very, very slowly and saw a familiar wooden room, and an even more familiar face.

 “Ah, there you are,” the man held out a hand to her. “Having a feast are we?”

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