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shachaai · 3 years

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I don't know... Could you do a post with some of your favorite Fanfictions? (your Hetalia Fanfictions ❤️ I really like to read your work) thank you 😘

This is a bit all over the place and there is a lot of (fem!)England-centric fic, because apparently I’m a messy one-trick pony. =w=;;;

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Gods AU

First and foremost I want to say some of my favourite hetalia writing has been done for the Gods AU that is/was a shared baby between Hoof, Eden and myself (with a few pieces by some very kind babysitters over the years as well). It’s a heavily engport-centric AU, where Portugal (Lusus) is the God of the Underworld and England (Albion) his somewhat volatile spouse. It’s an ensemble cast and most of the characters are deities of some kind, and is heavy on pretty scenery, stupid families, and tragic love. Also there’s a bunch of fluff and ancient historical/mythological-style smut - in both writing and art. (The art, obviously, is Very Not Mine.)

Nationverse

No Quarter: A bet tumbles the four of them into bed. (They would've done it even without the bet.)

England/Portugal/F!England/F!Portugal

Historical, Fluff and Smut, Nationverse but if both the regular cast and nyos existed in the same universe

Chapters 1/4, 2,739 words

Ok, this one is a WIP, but the single chapter that there is so far can actually standalone, and contains four idiots being both Incredibly Sexy and Incredibly Stupid. I really like how I handled their dynamics here, and the ebb and flow of control between them.

Small But Golden: France and England watch a meteor shower together.

France/England - though it can be read as either friendship or romance (or both)

Oneshot, 1,285 words

Honestly, this one just made the list because it’s got one of my favourite stupid endings to a fruk fic I’ve written. These two old farts will bicker about anything, and they’re both so smug whenever they feel like they’re ‘winning’ - it makes it even more fun to write about them cocking up.

For A Muse of Fire: I’m cheating, because this is my F!England Nationverse collection, but all of its works are very dear to me one way or another. Particular favourites for me though are:

Sweet Dear Tempting Mischiefs: Whitehall, England. May, 1672. Two young people, Nations, so in love they're ridiculous. And, fancy clothes be damned, romantically having sex up against a tree.

Fem!England/Portugal

Oneshot, 13,851 words

This is my fic where there is a lot of pretty clothing and flirting, and f!England and Portugal are very, very soft and smitten with each other. And also they go horse-riding and then fuck up against a tree.

One of my tags on AO3 for this fic is ‘there’s a war on in the background and you wouldn’t be able to tell’, and that’s about everything you need to know about this fic after the pretty clothes, outdoor sex, and fluff.

Queen of the Golden River: Hong Kong, Peking, Calcutta, Suez, Paris and London. 1859-1861. It shouldn’t be so difficult to throw a grand Christmas party for everyone, should it, not if you are the glorious empire that rules the world?

Chapter 1 features F!England and France (implied fruk) with a young Hong Kong, in Hong Kong, discussing the Opium Wars and China

Chapter 2 features F!England and Scotland with a young Australia and New Zealand, in Victoria (Australia)

Chapters 2/?, 9,591 words

Another WIP, but I think both of the chapters that already exist stand well as individual timestamp pieces, and I think they’re worth a read for the historical dynamics at the time.

A stupid amount of research went into just these two chapters, and I think they’re great if you like imperialistic conniving, awful romances and seriously dysfunctional families.

Fruits of Immortality: France, England, and apples through the ages.

France/England, also featuring young America and Sealand

Oneshot, 2,800 words

This is just a series of snapshots of England and France through the eons around the theme of ‘apples’ - originally written as a gift for suddenlyapples. XD;;; It’s very soft and sweet, and features young England and France bickering about a dragon that eats shoes. (One of my favourite arguments that I’ve written for those two.)

AUs

A Star Is Moving Somewhere: Elaine has unexpected leave for the holidays. Julia didn’t expect Elaine to offer to spend it with her.

F!England/F!Prussia, F!Germany, Germany’s dogs (F!England/France and America mentioned)

A human AU featuring: Christmas nonsense but if the background is a futuristic space opera? (F!England is the captain of a spaceship.) Open relationships (the fruk in this are engaged to be married as a power alliance, but F!England is dating/sleeping with F!Prussia, and France is sleeping with America. Everyone knows and consents to this).

Oneshot, 4,195 words

Sob, I just think this is a really good piece of my own writing? Plus the ~sexy moment~ descends into funny chaos, and I personally love wrecking a potential sex scene like that.

The Little Fox and its sequel Kitsune-mochi

A supernatural AU based upon a switch of canon Halloween costumes between Japan and England.

Vampire!Kiku adapts to suddenly becoming a vampire, and befriends baby kitsune!Arthur.

I don’t have a wordcount for these because I’ve not crossposted them to AO3 (yet) but they’re both just short pieces of fluff.

Nothing Can Hurt You Here: a spaport oneshot I wrote as a gift for Trevo and Lunie for their Game of Thrones AU. Lunie has since wiped her stuff, I think, but Trevo’s tag for the AU still exists.

Oneshot, no word count available

IDEK, I just like how I wrote about the scenery and their wordplay. Hedonists.

Wealh: The sharp thegn Coenwulf has just wed an uncanny wife, everyone agrees, a strange, competent but difficult woman. How vexing it is then, to be the foolish slave that loves her.

A human AU set in 7th century Anglo-Saxon England

F!England/F!France with incidental F!England/Netherlands, Belgium, Liechtenstein, Monaco and a few others

Oneshot, 31,006 words according to my notes on this (but I haven’t counted again since then)

Head’s up, this one was written for an event where I was assigned to write a tragedy and it deals with some serious topics such as slavery, but it’s seventh century femslash, I’m still so proud of it? I wanna add more to this story before it ever makes it to AO3, but it’s very far down my priorities, and I am intensely proud of everything there is for it already. (Also I think the NedEng parts are hot. /SHRUG)

#calhau-defumado #Shacha fic #I really hope the formatting on this works; it's taken a long time to sort out #ETA: nope - the formatting broke

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platonicone · 4 years

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Devotion - Story of the Oracle and her Shield

Chapter 13 - Stomping hearts

Is your mind your prison or a palace? I wonder…

As they approached the next outpost, Leon instructed, “Open the armrest compartment.” Luna did as she was directed.

“There are gils in that wallet. If you are out of money, you can take it from there. You can use it for anything you want to buy at our next outpost,” he stated.

“Am I in charge of our finances?” she asked enthusiastically.

“If that’s what makes you happy, then yes,” he replied, looking at the Burbost Souvenir Emporium outpost in the distance. His next delivery was supposed to be there.

“Your future wife is going to be a really lucky one,” she said with a smile. She noticed that she had been smiling a lot lately.

“I won’t be so sure,” he disagreed, slowing down the car.

“You are good-looking, strong, kind-hearted, and generous with your money. What more can a girl want?”

“I am hardly the husband type. You, of all people, should know that,” he said, pulling that car in the parking lot.

“Yes, you do have your flaws, but so do everyone else,” she defended her stand while unbuckling her seatbelt.

“Some of my flaws are irredeemable,” he argued, as he parked the car.

“I don’t think so. You just need to be handled with a lot of patience,” she teased him.

“Whatever,” he said, brushing off his criticism. “I have to make a few deliveries here, fill up gas and finish a few chores. Feel free to browse around.”

“Okay, I’ll make myself busy,” she said, getting out of the car.

They both went their separate ways as the Sun started its descent. When Leon came back after 15 minutes or so, he found Luna playing with a small girl. They were playing tag and running around the car laughing. Leon wasn’t sure which of these two girls had more innocent laughter. Their game came to a halt when Luna saw Leon. Luna picked up the little girl in her arms and twirled her around. She carried her on her hip and said, “I am going to miss you my little monster.”

“I will miss you too, Luny,” the little girl said and followed it up by a hug.

“Aw, you are so sweet, Karen,” she said, returning the hug. Luna walked to her parents who were standing close by and returned their daughter.

“Bye, Karen,” she said with a wave.

Karen and her family wave back with a smile.

“What was all that about?” Leon asked, getting in the car and buckling his seatbelt.

“I was just standing here waiting for you when little Karen came up to me asked if I could play tag with her,” she replied, buckling her seatbelt too.

“Nice,” he said, backing out the car.

“I love kids,” she said enthusiastically. “I wish someday I could have my o--” she did not finish her sentence as her expression suddenly changed again. Fortunately for her, Leon was too busy trying to merge with the traffic to pay attention to what she had just said.

The Sun was setting and the darkness was starting to take over. “Leon, the Sun will set soon, we should consider resting somewhere.”

“I had asked at the Crow’s nest and the guy said Mynbrum Haven, which we passed on the way here, would be the closest. We should be able to camp there,” he replied, keeping his eyes on the road.

“When a girl elopes with someone, she at least expects to have decent lodging. You eloped with a girl and now you are making her stay at the camp? That’s not nice,” she faked a complaint.

“Beggars can’t be choosers,” he shrugged.

“You are so not romantic,” she said jokingly. To which, Leon just shrugged.

After a few quiet moments, she suddenly remembered something, “Oh, I forget to show you what I got from the local store there.”

“What did you get?” he asked curiously. She proudly showed him the book she had bought.

“A book?” he said disappointingly.

“This is not just any book. This is a limited edition of ‘I Want to Be Your Canary’ by Lord Avon. It is a tragic love story between a princess and a peasant.”

‘A tragic love story between a princess and a peasant, this is too on the nose.’ Leon’s mind chimed in, while Luna continued talking passionately.

“It’s a heart-wrenching story. Lord Avon’s writing style is simply out of this world. He is my favorite author,” she explained enthusiastically. “Not only that, every year on my birthday, my mom would invite ‘Tantalus Theater Troupe’ of old Lestallum to perform this play.”

“You watched the same play every year?” he said in disbelief.

“Yes, this story is THAT good,” she said, sounding like a salesman.

“Nice,” he said, not knowing what else to say. Leon noticed the sudden shift in her tone whenever she talked about books. He figured books were one of her favorite topics to discuss.

“Leon, what is your favorite book?” she asked.

“I don’t have a particular book as a favorite. But I used to love reading Weapons Monthly magazine. In fact, I collected all the existing publications of that magazine. Each magazine contains information about various models of weapons, which can be upgraded with the right material,” it was his turn to speak enthusiastically now.

“That is the most boring piece of literature, if you can even call it that, which you can ever read. Is there anything you do that is not boring?” she teased.

“Hey, I am a practical guy and that magazine is a practical choice,” he defended his stance.

“True. I guess it does fit with your profile,” she admitted.

“How about you? What is your favorite book?” he asked. Honestly, he was not interested in the books, but his purpose for extending this conversation was for Luna. She seems happy whenever she is talking about books.

“My favorite book is ‘Wishing Upon A Star’ by none other than Lord Avon. I have very fond memories associated with that book. My mom used to read it to me every night when I was little. There were only two copies made of that book. One was in our Tenebrae Library, which was burned down during the Empire’s invasion. The second copy is out there with some lucky fellow. No one knows who has the last copy of this book.”

“Interesting,” he said, as he slowed down the car. “What would you do if somehow someone gave you that last copy of that book?”

“I would enamor them. You have no idea how much this book means to me. It's more than just a book to me. It represents the bond between my mother and me. To hold that book once again in my hand would mean the world to me.”

“Never thought you would be one to be attached to objects,” he remarked. “Then again, who am I to say? I have a similar attachment to my Griever ring and necklace,” he said after a bit of self-reflection.

“Sometimes, it’s not the object, but the meaning behind that object which makes it important,” she acknowledged. “So, what is the story behind your Griever?”

“I’ve had this ring and pendant for as long as I can remember. In all my time spent alone, this was my only companion. When I felt like giving up, this gave me the strength to fight on like a lion. To me, this is a symbol of courage and resilience against all odds. I think it might even have been from my parents,” he revealed.

“You are like a lion. Fierce when you fight. Brave and courageous when the odds are against you. And your hair is like a lion’s mane,” she said, ruffling his hair as you would do to a pet.

“Hey, don’t do that,” he said, leaning away from her trying to get away from her reach. She laughed to her heart's content upon seeing his reaction.

“We are here,” he announced shortly after.

“Where?” she asked, confused.

“Mynbrum Haven,” he said, pointing out the glowing ground from the window.

“Oh good, sleeping under the stars tonight,” she said in a singsong voice.

“Let’s go. There is a lot we need to carry there and unpack,” he said, parking the car.

They made their way to the haven. Leon carried all the camping material from the trunk while Luna unpacked everything. He silently thanked Lina for gathering all the camping gear and neatly arranging it all in the trunk.

Leon was busy setting up the tent and starting campfire while Luna was preoccupied with cooking on her portable stove.

Once Leon was done, he asked Luna if she needed any help with the cooking. Although he was not a great cook, he could at least cut vegetables he thought. Luna politely declined his help and insisted that he should sit and relax for a change. She assured him that she had everything under control.

Leon sat by the campfire he had started and took out his phone. He started browsing through all the photos she had taken of them together. A smile crept upon his face as the photo brought back fond memories. He did not realize how time flew by as he sat there looking at his phone.

Luna announced from behind, “Food is ready.” Leon turned around and saw her carrying two plates. She carefully handed one plate to Leon, which he gratefully accepted. She made herself comfortable next to him with her plate in hand. She nervously waited for him to eat. She wasn’t sure if he would like the taste.

He took one bite and said nothing which added to her nervousness. He took another bite and said, “I don’t like it.” Her heart sunk upon hearing those words. Sadness was evident on her face. But it all changed when he said, “I don’t like it because I love it. This is so much better than any of the restaurant food I have ever eaten at Lestallum.”

Her smile came back and she let out a big breath she did not even know she was holding. He arched an eyebrow to that reaction.

“I am so relieved that you liked it. I used to cook frequently for our retainers and staff, but I never had to cook for someone like this. I still don’t know your taste very well, so I wasn’t sure to make it mild or spicy. But since I saw you eating all those peppers during lunch, I went with spicy and I am so happy that you liked it.”

“Correction. Loved it,” he interjected.

“Thank you,” she said, before commencing eating.

“No, thank you, for cooking this wonderful meal. I am not a good cook so any food is good to me, but this is in a class of its own,” he said and followed it up with another bite.

She thought her food was okay, but Leon seemed to love it so that’s all it mattered to her.

As the flames of the fire fought against the wind, the flickering light cast an amber glow to the surroundings. Crickets were chirping in the background on this mildly cold night. They ate their food peacefully under the moonlight and radiant fire. Luna gave all the remaining food to Leon, and he gladly devoured it all.

After all the cleaning was done, they returned to the campfire. “You know, Noctis is a very lucky guy,” Leon confessed, surprising Luna.

“Why?” she asked.

“Because he gets to a partner like you. You are beautiful, have a heart of an angel, you are amazing with kids and on top of all that you are an amazing cook. You are a complete package for a wife.”

“You Sir, give me too much credit. I am not perfect. I can be very naïve and idealistic at times, so outside of the providence I don’t know if I have anything to offer to Noctis. Also, I think I will be the aggressor in our relationship as I don’t like to wait passively for this to happen, so I don’t know if Noctis would like that. Lastly, as you often say I can be stubborn and I am rarely honest with myself.”

“Your qualities outshine your perceived flaws.”

Luna blushed at hearing Leon’s compliment.

Not wanting to embarrass herself any further, she changed the topic. “Oh, I am getting so forgetful lately. I forgot the most important thing.” She grabbed her trident in the right hand and stood up. She chanted some sort of spell as Leon eyed her curiously. Soon, golden energy started radiating from her body and slowly it expanded to cover the whole heaven. Spectral particles danced around her as she waved her trident in a circular motion. She closed her eyes as a divine glow surrounded her. She looked nothing short of an angel. After a few seconds, she opened her eyes as the spectral particles descended downwards like rainfall. The ground absorbed all the particles and gave out the blue ethereal radiance. Once all the energy was absorbed in the ground, Luna quietly sat back next to Leon.

Leon noticed that she was breathing heavily and was out of breath. He waited for her to recover before asking her what was on his mind.

“What was that?” Leon asked, no longer able to hold back his curiosity.

“Oracle’s blessing. One of the duties of Oracle is to bless Havens to repel demons so people can rest here peacefully when nightfall,” she replied with a hint of pride in her voice.

“The Oracle conveys Astral’s will to mankind, provide spiritual guidance, heals people, and even repel demons. All very essential things for the stability of this world. It still boggles my mind that someone as important as you travel alone,” he said with a facepalm.

“Who said I was alone? I have you,” she deflected his concerns with a smile.

“That does not count. Do you know what kind of trouble the world would be in if anything were to happen to you?” he restated his concerns.

“The world would be just fine. People are more resilient than we think,” she placed her left hand on Leon’s right hand reassuringly. “When faced with despair people often find courage, they did not know they had. I am just someone who makes things a little easier for them, that’s all.”

“You are too modest. You don’t realize your own worth,” Leon said in disbelief, shaking his head.

‘It’s funny, how you could be important to the whole world, but sometimes all your heart desire is to be important to just that one person whom you love.’ She thought to herself.

It was still too early to go to sleep, and it was starting to get slightly chilly. While Leon stroked the fire, Luna returned from the tent wearing one of Leon’s jacket. They both sat side by side basking in the warmth of the fire.

Ever since they met, it was like some invisible string of fate was pulling them closer to each other. Ever since they first laid eyes on each other, they felt the familiarity that cannot be described in words. They felt as if they had known each other for eternity. When they were together, they felt complete. But now that they knew more about each other’s life, everything feels different.

Their earlier conversation kept playing his mind on a repeat mode.

“Do you love Noctis?”

“Yes, I would like to believe so.”

“I’d rather marry Noctis than anyone else.”

“Luna, will being with Noctis make you happy?” “Yes, it will.”

‘Don’t get too close to her, Squall. She clearly loves Noctis. She will walk away with her prince charming and live happily ever after, and the only thing you would be left with is a broken heart.’

‘So, you are saying that she had absolutely no feeling for me? What about all the time we have spent together? What about everything we have been through together? What about her care and compassion for me?’

Two voices were arguing within him. One he assumed was his mind, and another was his heart.

‘You idiot. She has lived most of her life in isolation. You are probably the closest thing she has to a friend. She is clinging on to you as a friend, not as her lover. She said it herself that she would rather marry Noctis than anyone else. Besides, she is already someone’s fiancé, it is an honorable thing to respect that and back off. She is already taken.’

‘I agree. I will never say that I love her, it’s not honest, but it’s an honorable thing to do.’

‘As a soldier, you have fought, hurt and even killed people. You have committed lots of sins for honor, for the country or for some Astral. But one sin you should never commit is trying to deviate her from her path. She is a noblewoman fighting for a noble cause. The future of this world relies on her shoulders and if she fails to fulfill her calling, then everyone in this world would be doomed and it would all be your fault. That would be your sin to bear. She is carrying lots of burdens and if you cannot help her carry that weight the least you can do is not to add to it.’

‘But... what about me? I think...I love her.’

‘Then tell me, what do you have to offer to her? If she marries Noctis, she will be the queen. She will have a comfortable and royal lifestyle, people will bow down to her, she will have an army to protect her, and on top of all that, she will be with the one she loves. What do you have to offer her in exchange for all this? You are vagrant who does menial chores to make your ends meet, you couldn’t even protect her properly last time, and on top of all that you might disappear forever on a whim of an Astral. What is she left with then? A broken heart and a miserable life. Is that what you want her future to be?’

‘No, I want nothing but happiness for her.’

‘If you truly mean that, then you would do well to realize that her best shot at happiness is with Noctis. Remember what she said? Rather than being with the one you love, doing what’s best for them is better. When you love someone, their happiness is all that matters to you, not your sacrifice for it. If her happiness is all that matters to you then do what's best for her, let her go.’

‘Let her go...’

‘Besides, someone is waiting for you back home. What about her loyalty to you? Does that mean nothing to you? Are you going to just abandon her? If Luna can wait 12 years for her love, then so can you.’

‘Yes, you are right, I must be loyal to her. I cannot let her down. She might still be waiting for me.’

‘Good, then we are in agreement. This madness needs to end.’

They both sat there silently staring at the flames in front of them while trying to calm the flames from within.

Her battle was not much easier than his.

‘Wake up, Luna. You have lived in this fantasy for far too long. Your calling is to be with the King, not with some stranger you met a few days ago. You have a role to play and responsibility to fulfill towards this world. You can’t abandon the whole world for one guy. You can’t plunge the whole world into darkness so you can be with your light.’

‘Yes, I shall never do that. I have sacrificed my body for Noctis, but I guess I am required to sacrifice my heart too.’

‘Yes, that is your duty and your destiny.’

‘But I don’t think I am strong enough to do that. I have feelings for Leon, perhaps even stronger than my feelings for Noctis. I sincerely believe that I love him.’

‘That is foolish. What about your future? If you are with King Noctis, then you will be the queen of Lucis. You will have all the comfort in this world, a kingdom to rule, an army at your disposal.’

‘I don’t care about any of that.’

‘But you should, because being with Noctis would ensure you that you are not required to sacrifice anything ever again.’

‘Except for my heart?’

‘So, you don’t love Noctis?’

‘I do love him too. I think.’

‘You can’t love two people at the same time. It’s not fair to either of them. You have to pick one and let go of the other.’

‘But I don’t want to pick...’

‘You would have to. The longer you delay this, the more you would end up hurting everyone.’

‘I don’t want to hurt either of them.’

‘But you are. I don’t know why you are even struggling with this choice. If you think about it, you only really have one option.’

‘I know. My fate was decided even without my consent.’

‘Being with Noctis, eradicating the plague of darkness and helping people: isn’t that what you always wanted?’

‘Yes, that’s all I ever wanted until recently.’

‘Let me entertain you for a bit. Let’s say you decide to be with Leon. Once you complete your journey, he will disappear and just leave you behind. What will you do then? Live out the rest of your life in his memories? Abandon your duties for a guy who won’t even be there for you?’

‘I am sure we can figure out some way to keep him here.’

‘Hahahahaha you think he will stay?’

‘Yes, I believe he loves me too.’

‘Foolish, foolish, child. He already loves someone. The one he danced with, the one he jumped out into space for, the one he tore the fabric of space-time for, that’s the one he loves. Not you. He is only putting up with you so he can be with her.’

‘But what about everything he does for me? What about all the care he shows for me?’

‘He is just doing his duty; didn’t he say that himself?

"My mission is to protect you and everything I did was to advance my mission.”

“I would do it in a heartbeat for you. It’s my duty to protect you so I’ll do anything to for you.”

'You are nothing more a means to an end. Sooner he can help you, the sooner he can get away from you.’

‘No, I refuse to believe that. I think he truly loves me.’

‘He loves you because he sees her in you. He is not good with people, yet he is very comfortable with you. Why do you think that is? When you were unconscious for days, he would take care of you, talk to you, always stayed with you. He barely knew you back then so why do you think he did that? I always thought that it was odd, but now I know why. It was because he saw her in you.’

His words from earlier in the day playing in her mind:

“It wasn’t until she was in a coma that I realized how much I missed her. I had fallen for her and I didn’t even know about it. I would talk to her all the time, even though she was in a coma.”

‘Every time he fought for you, every time he fought with you, every time he blushed, every time he cared, even him being here with you is because he sees her in you. It was all for her. He is just filling up the void in his heart with you. Is that the kind of man you want to leave everything for? You are nothing more than a substitute to him.’

‘Besides, have you stopped and thought about Noctis? He has lost his father, his kingdom, and if he loses you imagine his suffering. You being with Noctis is the best thing for you, the people of our countries and the fate of this world. Do not mess this up.’

‘I guess you are right. I would do best to keep my distance from Leon going forward.’

They sat there by the fire, stealing glances at each other. When their eyes meet, they looked away quickly either from shyness or to hide their pain.

After a long silence, Luna finally spoke, “Leon, about us.” She gathered her thought once again to make sure what she was going to say came out right. “I don’t think we should…” she couldn’t finish the sentence. But Leon understood what she meant and replied, “Yes, I agree.”

It amazed her how much they could communicate in so few words. She was thankful that Leon understood what she was trying to say because saying it out loud would have been painful.

He got up and went back to the tent with pain evident on his face. She sat there alone as tears streamed down from her eyes. They both knew things would never be the same again between them.

Author's notes:

This chapter's question: Who is Karen (FFVIII)? What the connection between 'Tantalus Theater Troupe,' 'Wishing Upon A Star,' and 'I Want to Be Your Canary’ and Lord Avon? (easy)

Please leave a comment if you've enjoyed the story so far. I would love to hear your thoughts. Or at least say 'Hi' so I know you are reading this. Thanks :)

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nisuki · 6 years

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End Of The Year Tag…

I was tagged by all these beautiful souls: @igotsims, @itsoceansecret, @venusprincess-simblr, @thesimperiuscurse, @falling-ups, @jordutch

Manman, I’m going through my posts n replies these days while finishing up a gift I still have to give to someone. Thank you very much for your patience ^_^ So! End of the year tag hm? Smh. I wish I did more this 2017, so much I did not do, despite having the idea in my mind or notes.. But it’s okay! I’ll take it with me to 2018 and will do my utmost best to be more productive :3

I wish you all an prosperous and healthy 2018.

Rules: Find your fave pics of your story, your CC, or your blog in general and post in a collage! It can be 1 picture or 100– whatever you want! Just reflect on your fave moments on your blog. It can be cute moments, milestones, edits, or CC you’re just really proud of. When you’re done tag 5 people or more <3

[I ain’t tagging OHO, many have already done it.. I don’t doubt about that... if not hm.. feel free to do so and show me your milestones n favorites!]

More about each pic under readmore ~

Starting top to left to right.

1. This is where I started to repaint skin more details etc. and I was absolutely overjoyed by how beautiful it turned out. This sim as well as the sim in the 3rd picture are by @simovee. Her sims are absolutely gorgeous n she’s a truly beautiful person herself <3

2. Another picture edit! I was very astronished by it myself. It’s when I tried to practice with lighting too. The sim is by @luny-c. I’ve always wanted to edit her sim pictures n the result was falsdjsaldfljsad I can’t re-do this again lmaoo, how to do the same kind of edits every time? IMPOSSIBLUE (I just suck oho)

3. Lmaooo, I laugh at that shoulder light XD . Yet again me trying to do light practice with edits... but ehe... Still, the aura the pic had was astonishing and I loved it so much ;-;

4&5. BAM, in this picture and the 5th first I think? I’m not sure anymore lmaoo, but in both I went and practiced lighting sources yet again. Much love to my babus @igotsims n @dafadolly. Both GODDESSES in editing. Who are always willing to give tips ♡ Without you these edits wouldn’t have been re-done, re-evaluated and tinkered on a lot with the light >.<

6. HAHA THIS PICTURE MAN. I tried heavy-heavy editing. The pic is not like the original at all. (All her hair is drawn etc damnn.) but It looked quite promising. I look forward to doing this more in the new year :3

I hope to learn more about lighting n shadows this year and creating a mood in a picture ♡ I like where I’m going with my editing, but still a long way to go :3 Second Life has been helping a lot with creating inspo, so off to a pretty good start :D

7&8&9. These three are some of the creations I’m most proud of, of the year. Though I really loved the shirt I made for Mesho too. These three just lasdfjdfslk I had to. The first is the hijab, which I def spend more time on than the other two. I just had to perfect it. Especially since the mesh itself wasn’t mine originally, so I really wanted to do my best to make the original creator @aanhamdan93 proud. Check out his blog for sims 4 creations! The tanktop was a succes on trying something different, and adding more details like I did with the hijab. The simple mesh was just saflhjlsdfakj perfecto after adding all the details with the textures.

This coat.... It’s something I both hate n love. I guess it’s because of sims 3 and it’s texture rendering and not much that I can do to save the textures without messing the mesh/uvs. It’s a hella long coat and I did not retopologized the mesh so it just used its original Marvelous Designer uv. still, it will be forever a reminder to how far I already was during that stage on creating. I hope to make more coats :D and definitely more male cc. Much love to @smellslikepixeldolls, because it was made as a gift for her. I asked her for what she wanted and the inspo she had given, resulted in the coat! (Tho the preview is so dark man, what was I even thinking???)

#tagged #nonsimskinda #sims3 #sims4 #LOL SORRY. MASS POSTING XD

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mangomybeloved · 6 years

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i was tagged by @cryptidhoney, thank you sweetheart!! i love seeing you on my dash btw and just your whole blog is so pretty!!

i tag @spider--lilies, @that-lovely-hippo, @aristocrowcy, @qyutie, @10-dutchies-12-bicycles, @saentiel, and anyone else who wants to!

1. last drink: chocolate milk

2. last phone call: calling my mom after school

3. last text message: it was to someone in my class about hw

4. last song you listened to: tik tok by kesha

5. time you cried: i mean it was definitely recently, but i can’t remember when, i think it was this monday??

6. dated someone twice?: no!

7. kissed someone and regretted it?: nope

8. been cheated on?: nope

9. lost someone special?: i’m not sure if this means by death or like over time, so i guess yeah

10. been depressed?: yeah!

11. gotten drunk and thrown up?: nope!

fave colors

12. pINK!!! i love pink alot!!!

13. purple!!

14. light green, like leafy color!!

in the last year have you…

15. made new friends?: yeah and i love them to bits!!

16. fallen out of love?: sort of?? it was like an old crush but i never really “loved” them

17. laughed until you cried?: i think yeah?

18. found out someone was talking about you?: nope!

19. met someone who changed you?: yeah!!

20. found out who your friends are?: yeah!

21. kissed someone on your facebook friends list?: i dont have a facebook so *shrugs*

general:

22. how many of your facebook friends do you know irl?: no facebook again!

23. do you have any pets?: two birds!! they’re parakeets and are adorable and i love them!!

24. do you want to change your name?: maybe my middle name but otherwise nope!

25. what did you do for your last birthday?: it was a school day so weeps

26. what time did you wake up today?: 7 am!

27. what were you doing at midnight last night?: staying up late on my phone

28. what is something you cant wait for?: probably for school to be over!!

30. what are you listening to right now?: wasn’t this already a question??

31. have you ever talked to a person named tom?: does talking tom count fjhdsfkjha

32. something thats getting on your nerves?: how nostalgic i’ve been for the past few days, like no brain it’s in the past, get over it!!!

33. most visited website: this hellsite!!

34. hair color: black!!

35. long or short hair: long!

36. do you have a crush on someone: sadly no :(

37. what do you like about yourself: my eyes!! also i try to be open to everyone

38. want any piercings?: i want more ear piercings!!

39. blood type: why do you need to know hmm??

40. nicknames: bubbles, lunie, and i can’t think of any others

41. relationship status: single

42. zodiac: leo

43. pronouns: she/her

44. fave tv shows: one day at a time, star vs the forces of evil, brooklyn 99

45. tattoos: none!!

46. right or left handed: right

47. ever had surgery: yeah!!

48. piercings: my ears!

49. sport: none!!

50. vacation: ?? does this mean where i want to go on vacation or like what i’m doing? well i wanna travel to europe and around the world, but the reality is i’ll probably just be staying at home

51. trainers: is this my shoes? i wear flats mostly

more general:

52. eating: nutella sandwich

53. drinking: water!

54. im about to watch: i gotta catch up on black lightning!!

55. waiting for: the week to be over

56. want: to feel content with who i am

57. get married: 50/50, it depends

58. career: im thinking counselor but im not too sure

which is better:

59. hugs or kisses: both!! both are good!!

60. lips or eyes: eyes!

61. shorter or taller: taller

62. older or younger: i mean age doesn’t matter much to me, as long as it’s not a big difference?

63. nice arms or stomach: arms!

64. hookup or relationship: relationship

65. troublemaker or hesitant: hesitant!!

have you ever:

66. kissed a stranger: nope!

67. drank hard liquor: nope!

68. lost glasses: i’ve lost contacts before if that counts?

69. turned someone down: yeah

70. sex on first date: nope!!

71. broken someones heart: i don’t know and i hope not!!

72. had your heart broken: kind of??

73. been arrested: no!

74. cried when someone died: yeah!!

75. fallen for a friend: yeah!!

do you believe in

76. yourself: i’m trying my bestest to!

77. miracles: yeah!!

78. love at first sight: not really

79. santa claus: nope!

80. kiss on a first date: it depends on the person

81. angels: yeah!!

other:

82. best friend’s name: i have multiple best friends and i love them all with my heart!! i know that’s not answering the question, but like i don’t wanna say just one and hurt someone’s feelings

83. eye colour: dark brown!!

84. fave movie: the princess and the frog, howl’s moving castle, and there’s more but i can’t think of anymore!

85. fave actor: park bo gum, and sebastian stan!!

#tag games

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writer-and-thrasher · 7 years

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Nightmares Chapter 2

Alright, so I’m back for the second chapter. Like I said previously, if you reblogged the first chapter, I put you on my tag list for this second one. This one is a little longer, and I’m really excited about it. Also, please be aware that it occurs after an 8-hour timelapse. Enjoy!

@virgils-jacket @satisfied-sanders-sides @sidewritings @thelogicalloganipus @deathshadowrules @stillebesat @xxsandersxx-blog @cosmic-melodies @watch-me-introvert @toomuchstuffnotenoughcreativity @we-get-it-youre-adorable @ts-sideblog @parano-vigilant @sinning-luny-moon @loverofpizzaandallthingssweet @cloversinthesun @la-fandom-freak @purple-plaid-patches @cinquefoilelove

Suddenly, he flies out of the closet, pushing the doors closed. He forces all of his weight upon the doors, allowing himself just enough time to lock it before he hears the all-too-familiar thud on the other side. Then, his room goes quiet. So quiet he can only hear his own breath, his own familiar heartbeat in his chest. Listening intently, he hears footsteps padding away softly. Only then does he allow himself to step away from the cupboard he’d been leaning upon.

He straightened the sign on the door reading “Horseman Wardrobe”. He’d frantically made that sign when these dreams began to take hold of him those two short weeks ago. He could never be sure when they might want to come into his room. Precautions were a necessity. It was a play on words he had been particularly proud of, but he had no time to revel in his genius. He began to feel his knees give out in exhaustion. Stumbling toward the bed, he falls on his face just as he hears Patton enter Virgil’s room next door.

“Verge? Did you have a nightmare, buddy? Do you need to talk? Thomas, well….. Thomas isn’t doing too good with sleep right now. Is everything okay?”

And he was out like a light.

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Virgil blinked blearily at the other side standing just inside his doorframe. “Huh?” he asked, aware he sounded like a moron. Mentally face-palming, he tried again. “What’s going on, Pat? Did he have another one?”

Patton merely nodded somberly at Virgil. “This has been going on for two weeks, kiddo. I’m starting to get worried about Thomas- and you! Have you been trying those meditation techniques Logan taught you? Those techniques are gonna do you so much good and-”

Virgil rolled his eyes and flopped back down onto his bed, interrupting Patton as his volume and speed increased. “Pat, I’m fine. I haven’t been having any nightmares. Now, why don’t you go downstairs, okay? I’ll be down for some breakfast in a minute.”

“But Virgil-”

“Patton. Leave.” Virgil said it as gently, yet forcefully, as he could. Slowly, Patton left, looking saddened. But as soon as the door closed, he could hear a cheerful “Thank you!” from the Dad of their group as he walked away, headed for the stairs. Virgil laughed, but it quickly faded. Something was going on with Thomas. And, man, he hated overtime.

#sanderssides #thomas sanders #roman sanders #princey sanders #virgil sanders #patton sanders #logan sanders #dream #nightmare #fanfic

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livingmybestfictionallife · 7 years

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Luckily Unlucky

Anon Request: Hi!! Thanks for your amazing writing, you are a blessing!! (A/N: you’re too kind :D ) Could you do a tom holland x reader where you've been together for a year or so but you have never really have had the chance to go and visit him on set because you're busy with school but when you finaly do you can't contain your excitement bc ur a really big Marvel fan and you geek out about everything, even the smallest things and Tom just finds you the most adorable human being and u also meet seb who's ur celeb crush and u freak out

Warnings: a little language

robertdowneyjr @tomholland2013 is bring his leading lady to set. Are we embarrassing him enough??

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It was hard to not scroll through Instagram without being bombarded with people tagging her in pictures hoping to be recognized by Tom, being sent direct messages asking for personal information about her and Tom’s relationship, and even having reporters pose as fans online. Social media became a form of hell for (Y/N) after she started dating Tom, but seeing the photo Robert Downey Jr. tagged Tom in earlier today had been a relief from the regular occurring torment.

“You didn’t tell me Benedict Cumberbatch was going to be there,” she gasped while turning to face Tom as he sat in the driver’s seat, maneuvering his way around Atlanta traffic.

“You’re such a Sherlock nerd I figured you’d deduce that much,” he replied with a smirk.

“Will you please just tell me who all is going to be there?” she begged.

“And ruin the surprise?” he laughed as (Y/N) continued to pretend pout in the passenger seat. As they pulled into a large parking lot surrounded by fences and electronic gates, (Y/N) shifted impatiently in her seat.

“Can you promise me one thing?” she asked as Tom looked over at her with a smile on his face as his eyes beamed into hers.

“Anything love,” he said softly.

“Don’t let me make a fool of myself,” she stated while only lead Tom into a lighthearted laugh. “I’m serious!” she quickly protested. “Don’t let me look like an idiot in front of anyone, okay?!” Tom continued to laugh and pursed her lips together and narrowed her eyes at him. Upon seeing this, Tom placed his hands on either side of her face and smiled.

“There is no way anyone could think you’re an idiot, (Y/N), but I will make sure you don’t turn into a luny fangirl in front of anyone,” he promised before placing his lips on hers.

“That is all I ask for,” she laughed in response as Tom pulled her into one last kiss before exiting the vehicle and hurrying to her door. From the outside, everything seemed normal; big white buildings towered over the trailers, golf carts hurriedly scurried through open pathways, and people walked wherever shade was available. There was nothing too different or exciting about set upon first laying eyes on it, and Tom knew this.

“What’s the matter?” he teased (Y/N), “Why aren’t you excited?” Figuring he was taunting her for getting herself worked up about a bunch of buildings, (Y/N) shrugged in a slightly defeated manner which only caused Tom to suppress the sly grin he had been hiding while his heart jumped from excitement.

“What are all these buildings?” she asked, trying not to sound let down but rather inquisitive of her surroundings.

“Different studios and such,” Tom continued while peeling away from his girlfriend’s side and bounding up a couple of metal steps toward a doorway. “This way, love,” he called to her as she continued her pace toward him. He opened the door and escorted her into the dark room. (Y/N) clung to Tom’s arm, afraid of getting lost and not being able to find her way out--a very realistic fear considering Tom once unknowingly abandoned her in an escape room filled with porcelain dolls.

Tom flicked the lights on, illuminating the room they stood in. Immediately, (Y/N)’s eyes flashed to Tom in excitement, anticipation, and a slight bit of fear. Looking around, she realized she must have been standing in the wardrobe department since individual sections for each of the sixty-something main characters wardrobe changes hung on racks beside their respective props.

“Am I even allowed to be in here?” she asked Tom who shrugged in response. Honestly, he didn’t know where (Y/N) could and could not go, but the wide-eye heart fluttering excitement that flooded her beautiful face was something he couldn’t pass up regardless of rules. “Is that--” she couldn’t finish her sentence before she took a few steps closer to the relic that appeared to Steven Strange: the cloak of levitation. “No way!” she yelled as her attention flashed to Red Wing, Anthony Mackie’s character’s ‘pet’ robot. “And the wing pack?” she gasped while picking it up and then hurriedly glancing at Tom. “Can I?”

“It’s not like Anthony’s my biggest fan anyway,” he teased and watched as (Y/N) slid her arms into the prop with its wings already extended. With her back toward Tom, she glanced down over her shoulder to look at the wing only to hear the snapping noise of Tom’s phone as he took her photo. “You look much better in that than Anthony,” he teased.

“Don’t you dare send that to him!” she shouted.

“Fine,” Tom sighed, “I won’t yet.” (Y/N) rolled her eyes and then quickly put the prop back where she found it before rushing over to Peter Quill’s prop and wardrobe station. Immediately she put on the helmet, strapped the walkman to her belt loop, and held up his blaster and waited for Tom to take her picture again. For the next hour Tom followed his giddy girlfriend around as she grabbed whatever prop she could find and posed dorkily with them. By the end, in addition to the photos Tom already took, he had pictures of her peeking over the cloak of levitation, pretending to pick up Mjölnir and then raising the hammer victoriously, ducking behind Captain America’s new shield, raising her fist in the air as the infinity gauntlet covered the better part of her forearm, and his favorite: fem!spidey. Tom and (Y/N) had started dating shortly after the premier of Spider-Man: Homecoming and so the idea of her wearing the suit wasn’t possible until today.

“What do you think?” she asked while pretending to shoot webs at him.

“Damn I love you,” he laughed while taking numerous photos of his girlfriend being a dork in his costume. Oddly enough it fit her surprisingly well and, though he would never admit it, he loved seeing her in it more than he loved being Spider-Man. “If Peter Parker ever does a gender twist like Thor, I’ll commission for you to take over,” Tom said while pulling (Y/N) into a hug.

“You’re a dork,” she laughed at him while wrapping her arms around his waist.

“You’re the one in the Spider-Man suit!”

“You’re the one getting off on it!”

“Shut up,” he muttered in a fluster as his cheeks turned a light shade of pink. “Change back, it’s nearly lunch and some people are excited to meet you.” Once (Y/N) was back in her t-shirt and shorts, Tom grabbed her hand and the pair left out the door they came in and started walking toward where the trailers were gathered.

“Where are we going?” she asked as Tom put his arm around her waist and she did the same to him.

“Downey Town,” he said proudly.

“I won’t want to go to town,” she said in a complaining tone, teasing Tom.

“When are you going be nice to me today?” he laughed while poking her sides. “You’re welcome for me making all of the mistakes you can learn from, by the way.”

“Thank you so much for embarrassing yourself back then so I can not seems as strange,” she replied, “but if you introduce me to Robert’s stunt double on purpose, I will hurt you, Holland.” The two arrived at a collection of trailers set up to remind (Y/N) of the way the cabins were described at Camp Half-Blood. Slowly, Tom and (Y/N) made their way into the grouping of trailers to see a large, standing extendable tent set up with benches and picnic tables placed underneath and a catering company setting up lunch. Throughout the courtyard were the various actors filming Infinity War this week. Paul Rudd, Mark Ruffalo and Robert Downey Jr. stood beside Benedict Cumberbatch and Benedict Wong just outside under the awning of one trailer and Sebastian Stan, Anthony Mackie and the Chrises were gathered together under another awning.

“Are you okay?” Tom asked (Y/N) again as her grip on his waist tightened unexpectedly.

“Y-yeah,” she started, “it’s just...there’s a lot of people.”

“You wanted to meet them all, right?” She found herself unable to respond and instead quickly nodded her head. “Well then, come on,” he smiled to her and pulled her toward RDJ’s gathering of actors.

“Tom,” (Y/N) murmured quietly they approached.

“Uh huh?”

“Don’t let me say Bobby Newport in a menacing voice near Paul Rudd,” she hurried to say.

“Why the hell would you say that?”

“Just don’t let me,” she stated, “okay?”

“Okay, love,” Tom laughed and pulled (Y/N) against his side in hopes to make her feel more comforted and less anxious. Before she knew it, (Y/N) was face to face with RDJ and Mark Ruffalo, who just happened to be the first two people to turn around as stye approached.

“Welcome to the party, Tom,” Robert called while stretching out his arm and taking Tom under him in a side hug. “And this must be the lovely, (Y/N) I’ve heard so much about,” he said while pulling her into a warm hug and kissing her cheek. He left his arm across her shoulders and looked between Tom and (Y/N) before turning his attention back to the girl. “Blink twice if he’s got you under some sort of Stockholm Syndrome thing,” Robert joked, “it’s the only way a guy like him could get someone as gorgeous as you.” (Y/N) could feel her face blush a little at his compliment but was quick to humble herself.

“I’m the lucky one,” she laughed. “Had there not been a screw up with my hotel room, we would have never met.”

“And then we would have never met, and I mean, come on,” he said while raising his hands in the air and moving them up and down like a triple beam balance, “me, Tom, me, Tom. Me? Tom?” A smirk grew across Tom’s lips as he tipped his side of Robert’s imaginary scale upward.

“Tom,” he said with a smile as his fingers found their way toward (Y/N)’s. As soon as (Y/N) was beginning to grow comfortable in her situation, Tom, Robert, Mark, and Wong were whisked away to help with food set up, leaving (Y/N) in the company of Benedict Cumberbatch, AKA Sherlock Holmes, AKA her favorite childhood icon.

“Hello,” he said with a smile and then extending his hand, “I don’t believe we’ve met.” She graciously took his hand in hers and smiled.

“I’m (Y/N),” she said quickly. “I’m visiting Tom today on set--Tom Holland, not Hiddleston, but if you know where he is I wouldn’t mind visiting him either,” she laughed anxiously. To her surprise, Benedict began to laugh as well.

“You’re Tom’s girlfriend, aren’t you?” he said in realization and slight surprise. (Y/N) nodded. “How did you meet? I know he told me you were a fan.” (Y/N) bit her lip and swallowed hard before speaking.

“I flew out to LA for Comic Convention and there was a mixup with my hotel rooms. They gave me the wrong key and wrong room number and it ended up being Tom’s room. Oddly enough I was at the convention to meet him in the first place.

“Funny how things worked out,” Benedict smiled.

“Yeah,” she said hesitantly.

“He speaks highly of you, you know?” he continued.

“Does he now?” (Y/N) began to laugh.

“One of the first things he said about you to me was how he tried to introduce you to ‘Sherlock--’”

“And I had seen more episodes than him?” I finished and Benedict nodded with a light grin on his face. “Yeah, I had a teacher in high school who played series one for us in class when we went over induction and deduction. Its’ easily one of my favorite shows.”

“What did you think of the plot line with Mary?” he asked, his voice holding genuine interest toward her opinion. Out of the corner of her eye, (Y/N) could see Tom returning and hurried to speak before he arrived.

“I enjoyed her character as well as what she brought to both John and Sherlock’s lives, but I also see that, with her past, and with Amanda and Martin splitting, there was no other way for it to end for her than the way it did.”

“I agree,” he smiled as Tom approached. “I love Amanda and I loved working with her and Martin but--and here’s a little slip about the next series--I think John and Sherlock are going to go back to their roots a bit more but still have Mary as a guiding voice for each of them deep down.”

“I knew the conversation would turn to this,” Tom laughed as he came back.

“I don’t want to keep you for very long, but I’d love to talk to you again before you leave,” Benedict said while shaking (Y/N)’s hand in departure. Tom and (Y/N) said their farewells to Benedict and she followed him toward a picnic table to wait for lunch to begin. They were alone for a total of ten seconds before a figure slid in front of them, a smirk plastered across his face.

“Tom, I’ve got you a little something,” he cooed while sliding a tumbler in front of Tom on the table.

“Is this my juice?” Tom laughed.

“Yeah, and there’s a surprise in it this time,” Anthony stated as Tom took a sip. Immediately, Tom’s lips curled as an unexpected burning caused his tastebuds to tingle.

“Thanks,” Tom replied as he adjusted to the alcohol in his cranberry juice.

“Pratt’s idea,” Anthony said as Chris Pratt slid onto the bench beside Anthony, accompanied by Chris Evans, Paul Rudd, and Sebastian Stan. (Y/N) could hardly contain her excitement as she noticed everyone around her: Chris Evans on her left, Tom on her right, and Anthony, Sebastian, Chris Pratt, and Paul across from her, all awaiting lunch to be served, and for some reason, all excited to meet her: a nobody who was lucky enough to be unlucky when it comes to booking hotel rooms.

“We brought one for your lady friend too, if she drinks that sort of thing,” Chris Pratt said and slid a plastic cup in front of (Y/N). She took a quick sip of the ice juice laced with what tasted like rum and then turned her attention back to the group.

“I’m assuming you know us by how much Tom drones on and on about how amazing we are,” Anthony cooed.

“And we pretty much know you from how often Tom talks about (Y/N) this, (Y/N) that,” Sebastian smiled while teasing her boyfriend.

“Now that you’ve met her can you blame me for talking about her so much?” Tom laughed while gesturing toward (Y/N).

“Is it true you’re a super huge fan of the comics and all?” Pratt asked.

“Uh, yeah.” she said hesitantly and then took another sip of her drink.

“Okay, then who’s your favorite superhero?” Chris Evans asked.

“Marvel or DC?” (Y/N) asked in return.

“Both,” Anthony interjected.

“Well for DC it’s Raven, hands down and for Marvel, well as a kid it was Spider-Man; my dad and I would sit down and watch the Tobey McGuire movies all the time, and but once I really got into the comics, I was a fan of the Winter Soldier storyline, but I’ve gotta go with Domino, she’s pretty bad ass,” (Y/N) responded.

“Raven and Domino?” Pratt asked. “Not Star Lord?”

“Or Falcon?” Anthony chimed in.

“I could see you as Domino,” Sebastian said while looking over (Y/N)’s face and a small smile rose.

“But why those two?” Paul asked.

“They’re smart and can out wit anyone and are talented and strong enough to also overpower anyone as well.”

“What even is Domino’s powers?” Tom asked, turning toward his girlfriend as he continued to learn new things about her preferences.

“So long as she makes an attempt to avoid or prevent something, she’s able to. Say if someone was trying to shoot her, if she moves, or makes an attempt to move out of the way, she won’t be hit, no matter what.”

“She’s also super tactically trained,” Sebastian added in (Y/N)’s favor.

“That too,” (Y/N) said while taking another sip to cool her as the Atlanta heat overcame the air.

“And why Raven?” Tom asked.

“She’s easily the most powerful and most bad ass character in all of the DC universe!” (Y/N) couldn’t control her excitement while talking to superheroes about superheroes. “She’s half demon, has the ability to wield dark magic for good purposes, has basically no weaknesses, and mental powers are always more powerful and stronger than physical abilities.”

“That’s not necessarily true,” Tom tried to argue.

“My point was proven in Civil War. No one could touch Vision besides Wanda--the only Avenger to have a mental ability rather than a physical one. She singlehandedly fucked everyone up in Age of Ultron too,” (Y/N) defended.

“You really know your stuff, huh?” Chris Evans said with a hint of admiration.

“Don’t even get her started on Batman,” Tom murmured as food was slowly being placed in front of everyone.

“What’s wrong with Batman?” Anthony asked, leading Tom to groan and grab (Y/N)’s hand tightly in his.

“Please don’t do this,” he begged her.

“Why, what’s so wrong with Batman?” Anthony pushed as Tom glared at him.

“My best mate, Harrison, couldn’t talk to her for a week after she tore down every argument supporting Batman as being a superhero.”

“That’s because he’s not a superhero,” (Y/N) interrupted.

“Here we go,” Tom grumbled and then laughed. “Do you see what you did Anthony?”

“Wait, I want to hear this!” Sebastian said from across the table and then extended his arms to silence everyone and gave (Y/N) his full attention. “Please, go on,” he smiled and gestured for her to continue talking.

“There’s nothing about him that makes him ‘super.’ He has no ‘super’ human or advanced qualities about him.”

“He knows almost every form of martial arts,” Anthony countered.

“That doesn’t make him a super hero. It makes him a master of martial arts. Batman is nothing more than a person who knows things and has money. There is nothing about him that makes him ‘super.’”

“Then what’s the difference between him and Tony Stark or Clint Barton?” Paul asked.

“Clint know’s he’s a marksman and ex-spy. He may be a hero, but he know’s he’s not a ‘super’ hero. I try to avoid the Tony Stark argument because it goes both ways: you can say the arc reactor is something that makes him ‘super’ because it’s keeping him alive, but then again, it was developed by him: billionaire, genius, playboy, philanthropist; notice ‘superhero’ isn’t on the list.”

“Okay, then what about Black Widow?” Sebastian asked while leaning over the table and facing (Y/N).

“Trick question,” she muttered while mimicking his position. “How else would someone born in 1928 look like their only 29 in the year 2017? She received a similar variation of the Super Soldier Serum used on Steve and Bucky--which also explains how Bucky trained her in the Red Room.”

“Leading to their subsequent relationship,” Sebastian stated.

“Which the movies have been subtly hinting at.”

“Damn, you two are fucking nerds,” Anthony laughed as he and Tom agreed on something while laughing at Sebastian and (Y/N)’s back and forth.

“I told you guys not to get her going,” Tom laughed and then put his hand on (Y/N)’s leg as he looked at her with pride and admiration. The group continued talking as they ate their way through lunch. Conversation fluttered between comics, movies, books, and other things of entertainment, to (Y/N)’s degree in school, her and Tom recounting the story of how they met, and even bringing up the fact that Chris Pratt and Paul Rudd had worked together already, which lead Pratt into the scene where Ben, Andy, Tom, and Jerry were trying to make a negative ad about the Bobby Newport campaign. Sebastian, Anthony, and (Y/N) all joined in with him at Paul’s expense and toward the end of their meal, (Y/N) was more reluctant to leave than she was hesitant to arrive. Anthony forced Tom to promise to bring (Y/N) around more often and even invited the couple out with the rest of the cast that night, saying that bringing (Y/N) with Tom was the only way he would be allowed at the grown up’s table.

Knowing that (Y/N) was more than likely exhausted, Tom took her back to his trailer to rest where she was unable to stop thanking him for the amazing day and repeatedly telling him over and over how he was the best boyfriend and most amazing best friend anyone could ask for, and that she was so fortunate to have met him, let alone grow close to him in the way they have become with one another.

#tom holland #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland x reader #tom x reader #tom holland fanfic #thomas stanley holland #thomas stanley holland fanfiction #marvel #marvel fanfiction

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luninosity · 6 years

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Hello again, Luni. This is the anon from earlier who asked you about children. Thank you for your thoughtful response. I apologize that my first question came off as critical. The only reason I implied that you don't like kids is because of a post from this September with pics of Seb and Chris with their costar that you tagged "and I don't even like kids" and the fact that I was wondering if we have similar reservations about having children. Again, apologies for my awkward phrasing.

Oh, yeah - I have that tag mostly so that, if I reblog things with kids (like that particular post), people don’t then try to get me excited about the kid part of the post, or ask if I’ll write kid!fic (which has happened!), or anything like that. Just, like, nah. :-)

But yeah, no worries; I figured it was meant as a genuine question, so I tried to give you the honest answer!

#anon #replies #kids #no worries #always ask me things if you want!#Anonymous

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Nightmares: Chapter 3

Wow, it’s really awesome that you guys still are interested in the story! Thank you so much! Because today is the One Year Anniversary of Sanders Sides, I thought I’d give y’all a little bit of a longer chapter. I didn’t realize it would be this long, but here we are. Enjoy!

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Virgil trudged out of his room, wearing his eyeshadow and jacket. Slowly thudding down the stairs, he slumps over the table. “.....Morning.”

Patton smiled at him and poured him a glass of orange juice, placing a strip of bacon on his plate and doing the same for Logan’s and his own. And Roman’s. “Has anybody seen Roman this morning?”

Virgil simply hummed a no, keeping his head on the table. “Is it possible that he went out questing earlier? He may have not yet returned,” Logan explained before taking a bite of his bacon.

Patton shook his head. “No, he promised he would come down and eat before questing. I’ll run up and check on him. He must still be asleep.” As the other two began to eat, Patton made his way back up the stairs before coming to the Royal’s room. He rapped on the wood softly. “Roman? Roman, it’s time for breakfast. Roman…” He knocked harder, hearing a sudden thud and a soft groan. “Roman?”

He grasped the handle, but before he could open it, Roman’s voice pierced the air. “No, wait! I’m not camera-ready!” Patton laughed softly before allowing his hand to slide from the handle. Roman continued, “I’ll be down in just a moment.” He cursed the crack in his voice internally, hoping Patton wouldn’t hear.

Of course, he did. But he thought the right thing to do would be to leave him alone. “Alright, kiddo. Come down when you’re ready.” And with that, Patton left the hallway, returning to the kitchen, as Roman sat on the floor.

Breathing hard, Roman leaned back, feeling an overwhelming desire to melt into the floor. Slowly, he stood up and made his way to the mirror. After brushing his hair and putting on enough concealer to cover the bags under his eyes, he joined his family at the breakfast table.

“Good morning everyone! How did we all sleep last night?” Stifling a yawn as discreetly as he possibly could, he grabbed a slice of bacon off of his plate and began to munch on it.

“Meh.”

“Satisfactory.”

“Amazing!”

“Well, that sounds lovely.” They sat in silence for a few minutes, eating their breakfasts before Roman stood up. His head was swimming, and he knew he desperately needed a nap. However, his pride pushed him to lie. He stood up, careful of his balance, and rinsed off his dishes in the sink before turning to his family.

“Well, I’m off to go…. Questing. I’ll see you all at lunch!” Unfortunately, before he could escape, Patton interjected.

“Wait, Roman!” Roman froze at the doorway before slowly turning around, keeping a hand on the frame.

“Yes? Is something troubling you?”

“You promised that the next time you went questing, you’d bring me! Remember?

Suddenly, Roman did remember Patton bouncing up and down, begging to go. The image of the Heart’s disappointed face at his rejection and his inevitable promise of next time flashed across his brain. He took a deep breath.

“Alright, Patton. Let’s go.”

Patton gleefully jumped up from his plate, dashing up the steps just as Roman reached the top, out of breath. They walked together to Roman’s room, Patton radiating joy and excitement. However, as they opened the door, Roman’s facade slipped further out of his grasp.

“Patton, can I be honest with you?”

“Absolutely, kiddo. You can tell your dear old dad anything!”

Ignoring the ‘dad’ comment, he steeled himself. “I was just gonna take a nap. I didn’t sleep too well last night and I just wanted a little shut eye. Can we go after lunch?”

A look of concern flashed across Patton’s face, but it was quickly replaced by understanding. “Of course, kiddo! Do you want me to leave?”

Princey shook his head. “If the others see you leave, they’ll ask what’s wrong. And I know you don’t like to lie. You can just hang out in here.”

“Sounds great!” Patton flopped onto a beanbag in the corner of the room and pulled out a comic book. But just as Roman was about to flop onto his bed, getting real sleep for the first time in what felt like forever, he felt it.

“Not now. Why now?” Tears threatened to leak out of his eyes as he looked at the clock. He was surprised to see it read 11AM. Thomas must have rescheduled the coffee date with that guy, he realized. He began to shake as he stepped closer to his closet.

Patton looked up, noticing the cupboard for the first time. “Why does that say ‘Horseman Wardrobe’?” He giggled softly before noticing Roman’s fearful eyes. “Roman…..? What’s wrong?”

One tear leaked out of the Prince’s eye as he said, “I’ll explain when I get back. But I need you to do a few things for me.” When Patton nodded, he continued. “For one, I need you to stay here for as long as possible. Secondly, I need you to not tell anyone. Thomas, Logan, Virgil. No one can know that I’m gone. No one can know what’s about to happen. Can you do that?”

“Yeah, but-” Cutting Patton off, Roman again pulled open the door of his own personal Hell. And stepped inside, the door falling shut behind him.

#nightmares #thomas sanders #roman sanders #virgil sanders #patton sanders #logan sanders #sanderssides

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luninosity · 7 years

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Hello, I hope you have the best of day ! You rock and are an awesome person. I send you all the virtual hugs, luni. (Ps : your writing is A++++)

Hmm....want one of the new scenes from the Inkshares book? (I’m technically rewriting one of the Evanstan AUs into original fic, but there’re a lot of new scenes, and they’re obviously different main characters! Here...)

Thelandscape grew rockier. Drier. More grey. Hills sprouted stone boulders andcrags like bewildered stone faces. Temperatures fell precipitously; plants tookon iridescent hues, shimmering white and turquoise and primrose. Magic in theair.

Tirianshot him a look of sheer delight, the second day into the North, and nudgedheels into his mare and took off: a streak of fairy wildness, person and horse,enchanted as the wind. Ollie sighed internally—he couldn’t breathe magic like vitality, and this wasn’t home forhim—but Tir all lit up and glowing and daring him to follow, well. That madehim want to follow. Made him grin.

Thiswas home for Tir. More or less. The borderlands. The closest he’d got. Olliewondered, pounding after his fairy-companion down a crooked defile, leaping astream, catching up and playing tag on horseback among merry towering rocks andindecently iridescent hummingbirds, if he missed it.

Hewondered also for the first time why Tir had never ridden North. Never come soclose to home. With that joy in each breath, in those chilly excited eyes.

Hethought that this might be because of him. Because of himself: Tirian’d spentyears looking out for him, finding his missing boots and correcting hisarithmetic sets before the tutor checked. Ollie had never cared to ride North.

Hischest did that odd twist and ache again, the way it had over bacon and toastthe morning they’d left.

“Oliver,”Tir yelled over, laughing, pink-cheeked in brittle wind, “you’ll get stuck,that ravine’s a dead end—!”

“Carrotcan turn on a penny!” Ollie shouted back, tugging at reins, getting Bellemare’sAutumn Harvest Joy to rear and spin obligingly, “and you didn’t tell me wherewe were going!”

“North!”Tir came back and reined Sprite in and waited helpfully while Ollie figured outdirections. “You know. That way. Not down a dead-end ravine.”

“Bloodyfairies and your bloody country,” Oliver grumbled at him. “How do you know it’sa dead-end, anyway?”

“One,because I, unlike you, pay attention to my surroundings. Two…” Cool grey eyesgot a little more cloud-like, pensive. “I don’t exactly know. It’slike…knowing.”

“Oh,right, that’s completely clear, thanks.”

“No,I mean…” Sprite matched Carrot’s pace amiably, without active direction fromher rider. Ollie’d always half-suspected Tir had a mysterious magical bond withmost animals, though when asked his fairy’d only started laughing hard enoughto be useless for answers.

“Imean,” Tir said now, thinking aloud, “no. It doesn’t work if I think about it.It’s a little like remembering.”

“Like…you…”Came this way? When you were only twelve and alone in a brand-new human land?

Hethought: I couldn’t’ve done it. I don’t know how you did. And you don’t talkabout it. And I can’t ask. In case it’s a spell or a geas or a charm. In caseit hurts you.

Hesaid, “Like you spend a lot of time in ravines?”

AndTir laughed, weightless and untroubled. “Maybe if you count the Universityarchives. I swear some of those manuscript stacks haven’t been touched incenturies. It’s funny, though, if I try to push it, to really think about it,that headache…”

Olivergathered rein. Carrot stopped. This meant that Sprite stopped too; Crown Princeand companion regarded each other for a minute. Wind flirted with unnaturallyindigo-and-magenta rock-grass behind Tir’s head.

Tirianlooked away first. “I know. I know what you’re saying. Not saying. You know my answer. Just—just don’t. Please.”

“You’rehurting,” Ollie said, “because you’re riding North with me.”

“It’snot like—”

“Itisn’t?”

“It’s…hardto explain.”

“Try.”

“Iknow,” Tir said carefully, even gingerly, “what I’m supposed to do. And I…thisfeels like going home. Before I’ve done it. And that—”

“Oh,”Ollie said. “Oh. No. Stop. Nothing you’re not allowed to say,” and then theylooked at each other for another second, until one corner of Tir’s mouthquirked up. “I’m okay. It’s just…a reminder. From—from the magic. Land-sense.It won’t matter; we won’t be going into Fairy proper.”

“I’llbelieve you,” Ollie told him, “if you tell me that again. Right now. Honestly.”

“Iam being honest, you turnip.” Tir was smiling, crooked, but his eyes were serious.Graveness; gravestones, that grey. Ollie swatted that thought down. “I don’tlie to you, Oliver. It’ll hurt a little, and it won’t get much worse, and I canlive with it for now. It’ll go away after we’re done.”

“You’lllet me know,” Ollie said.

“Ofcourse.”

“Then…”He bit his lip, wavered: a pebble making a choice. Could be an avalanche. Mightnot. No way to know. And he had a traditional quest to complete, and Tirhad…also a quest. Of some sort. A mission. “If you’re sure.”

Tirgave him the most affronted look Oliver’d seen on anyone not a palace cat. Hehad to laugh. “Fine. But you’ll tell me how you’re feeling.”

“Ijust said—”

“Notonly when it gets worse. Check in with me. Talk to me. Did you call me aturnip?”

“I’vecalled you worse before. I’m all right, I promise.” Wind tugged a strand ofdark hair across grey eyes; Tir tucked it back, and made even that motionelegant: ruffled as silk, as water, a fairy framed by ravine walls and cinnamonrock-roses. “Still going to beat you to that stream, up ahead…”

“That’snot a fair start!” Oliver yelled athis vanishing back, and took off after.

Tir and Sprite won. This was not a surprise.

#loeily #replies #yay friends #original fic #a prophecy for two #inkshares fantasy contest

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