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[lchufflepuffcorn]

Just saw an TikTok talking about pyramids and long-lost civilization in Antarctica like we’re in some « Tomb of the Old Ones. » and I am now freaking out.

Have we truly mastered the « taking people for dumbs » to that level… or are we just living in a hoax?

#why? #existential crisis questions

[lchufflepuffcorn]

I’m sorry…

Are people really buying fanfiction of copyrighted works because the covers are aesthetic?

Let’s take a look on the definition of copyright, since so many people seems to not be fucking aware of it :

“A copyright is a type of intellectual property that gives the creator of an original work, or another right holder, the exclusive and legally secured right to copy, distribute, adapt, display, and perform a creative work, usually for a limited time. The creative work may be in a literary, artistic, educational, or musical form. Copyright is intended to protect the original expression of an idea in the form of a creative work, but not the idea itself. A copyright is subject to limitations based on public interest considerations, such as the fair use doctrine in the United States.

Some jurisdictions require "fixing" copyrighted works in a tangible form. It is often shared among multiple authors, each of whom holds a set of rights to use or license the work, and who are commonly referred to as rights holders. These rights normally include reproduction, control over derivative works, distribution, public performance, and moral rights such as attribution.

Copyrights can be granted by public law and are in that case considered "territorial rights". This means that copyrights granted by the law of a certain state do not extend beyond the territory of that specific jurisdiction. Copyrights of this type vary by country; many countries, and sometimes a large group of countries, have made agreements with other countries on procedures applicable when works "cross" national borders or national rights are inconsistent.

Typically, the public law duration of a copyright expires 50 to 100 years after the creator dies, depending on the jurisdiction. Some countries require certain copyright formalities to establishing copyright, others recognize copyright in any completed work, without a formal registration. When the copyright of a work expires, it enters the public domain.”

-Wikipedia (29/02/2024).

(Link here)

So, again. Do NOT sell fanfiction anyFUCKINGwhere. And yes. The swearing is important, it doesn’t even BEGIN to express the pure bafflement I had when I started to have videos on my TikTok about this exact thing.

What are people thinking ?? There aren’t enough videos about bookbinding 101 to your taste? You HAVE money for an ILLEGAL copy of an “ILLEGAL” piece of writing, mostly socially accepted because people don’t charge for it? So, I’m guessing you have money to buy the products you need to book-fucking-bind YOURSELF!!

What. The. Fuck.

People are becoming way too comfortable with fanfiction, this is crazy. Have we learned nothing since the Anne Rice vs. Fanfiction ? Or, and despite her flaws, the J.K. Rowling vs. Dimitri Yemets lawsuit?

And I know, I know, that laws change depending on the country, the state, provinces, etc, but still, people. Have some restraint.

“In addition, fanfiction may be legal in the UK following passage into law of an exception to copyright for the purpose of caricature, parody, or pastiche.”

-Wikipedia 29/02/2024

(Link here)

‘But the author of the fanfic and/or the creator of the art gave me permission…’ I don’t fucking care! Hell, I don’t want to hear it. They should NOT by the ones giving you the rights to SELL materials that are not copyrighted TO THEM.

Maybe you have lawsuit money, doesn’t mean that the actual authors of the fanfiction that you are selling do! And it’s not actually you who you’re getting in trouble by selling things. Hell. It’s one of the laziest scam I’ve ever seen. Yes. Some of the covers might be really beautiful, but ultimately, they are making profit out of something that are not theirs to make profit about.

“But I really want to have one and don’t have the talent…” then either learn or make really good friends with someone who is talented for it enough for them to GIFT you a bookbinded copy.

This is not only making the lives of those fanfiction writers whose work you stole difficult, plus having the chance (negative connotation) of maybe being sued for the selling they most probably didn’t do themselves. But you’re also ruining the experience of thousands of reader all around the globe as writers are pulling their work out of the sites because of that.

Seriously, learn to think about the big picture and stop only thinking of only yourself. Self-care should stops when you’re starting to hurt others while doing it.

I’m leaving here various post to educate yourself further on the matter, or just to feed your curiosity, plus videos of Tiktoker that graced my FYpage all this week.

#writing #fanfiction #rant #what the actual fuck people #loosing faith in humanity #lawsuit in the making #x reader #imagines #x reader imagine #boku no hero academia #avengers #harry potter #manacled #make this turn #fluff #angst

[lchufflepuffcorn]

I just have to say it.

It’s « Mon amour. » not just « Amour », not many people go around calling people « love » in French. You’re thinking of « Amore » if it’s the case, and that’s not French.

Also, « Mon cher » is masculine. « Ma chère. » is feminine. Other things that are masculine are «Le/son» like : the dog/his dog (Le chien/Son chien) other feminine words would be « La/sa » like : This cow/her cow. (La vache/Sa vache.)

And for good measure, since I see them often: it’s Rogue, not Rouge. Rouge is the colour « Red » in French. And « Vous » is the polite version of « tu » (you) and/or second person plural pronoun. So, saying: « Je vous aimes » if not in a Victorian era fic, makes no sense if person A knows person B well in modern time fic.

Please, don’t only use Google translate…

Thank you for coming to my Ted talk.

#french #grammar #french words #fic #fanfiction #writing #writing tips #french writing tips #x reader

[lchufflepuffcorn]

Me : *has just finished listening to VTM L.A by night*

Me (also) : *Was not born in an English speaking country*.

L’Anomalie by Hervé Le Tellier :

Me : heh 😀😀

#reading l’anomalie #reading #vtm #vtm la by night

[lchufflepuffcorn]

Okay so I’m *very* late to this but VTM : L.A. By night S5 ep1

(Spoilers?)

Did Cambpell really died without having his vacations ?? I feel emotionally and personally attacked by this !! 😭😭

(Yes I know it’s a horror-ish and moral-ish show and rpg I’m hormonal don’t come @ me!)

#vtm #VTM L.A. by night #rpg #rant #rant post

[lchufflepuffcorn]

“Could i possible request a hawks x y/n, but nobody know about their relationship, where y/n is aizawa’s younger sister and a pro hero, and both of them are requested to help Class 1-A with like training or sm, and like in the middle, they go off by themselves and start like cuddling/making out, and like Todoroki or someone walks in on them and is like “tf?”. Also, small detail, but like if y/n is wearing one of Hawk’s feathers as a necklace that would be adorable.Im sorry if this is a lot…”

Hi Anon !! 

It’s not a lot to ask, it’s a really nice Idea. Unfortunatly, and as stated in this post (it was burried under a lot of posts on the same day so it is my bad) I will not be making said ask as of right now. My requests about MHA are on hold because I do not know enough of the plot as of right now to continue. I’m really sorry this happens to your ask, and you are welcome to check out my masterlist and/or my list of fandoms to see if anything else is of your liking for a request. 

Thank you for your understanding. 

#Submission #requests #x reader imagine #MHA #boku no hero academia

[lchufflepuffcorn]

Meeting you pt. 7

(Not my gif, credits go to its owner/creator)

Author's note: Hi !! I think it's been like a year or so since I posted anything about this series... It's been worked on, don't worry, I'm just awful at being consistent.

Words: 2716

Warning: None... longing... badly written emotions... all other warnings from this series...

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In the night's secret

No sound but the wind- Editors

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It took a little while for the three vampires to plan the perfect cover story for their situationship. Philadelphia was really the town of miracles for Alice's imagination. She'd come up with the story that Jasper was her brother and that (Y/N) was her sister-in-law. It always bothered (Y/N) that the short girl with her was so good at covering up the truth. But this time, the story was adequate and sensible for humans to understand. 

Soon after leaving Philadelphia, the trio stayed in Toronto for a short time. The trio resided in a two-story building owned by a lovely older couple, who took them in without asking many questions. 

"My brother doesn't talk much." Or "My sister-in-law is so discreet." Would say Alice when they were shown the apartment. The lovely -but quite nosy- Mrs. Grant quieted down after that. And (Y/N) remembered why she disliked living with humans all over again. Because the biting envy and bubbling thirst (Y/N) felt from Jasper was one thing, combining it with Alice's and the poignant curiosity from their neighbours was nothing short of unbearable. 

Jasper was not much of a talker, and added to what (Y/N) knew from Alice's vision was not helping her communicate with the man. But the crisp and cold waves of nervousness she could feel wave off of him each time they talked weren't either. 

Every time. (Y/N) knew that the conversations he forced on them were out of duty and under the encouragement given by Alice more than anything else. 

It usually looked like this: 

“It was nice today.” 

"Hmm. Yes, the wind wasn’t as bad as yesterday.” 

Or: 

“What did you buy at the market?” 

“Oh, just some clothes. You really need some new ones too…” 

But slowly, the cold, shaky feeling echoing in her chest melted into a sparkling and lukewarm wind behind the skin of her neck, and the conversations started to center around things they both liked. 

 And then, after some months, (Y/N), Jasper, and Alice went to Alberta, where they had no trouble constructing their own small house not too far from the Slave River. It was hidden from society, perfect for the diet (Y/N) was trying to convert the other two. 

And then, after some months, (Y/N), Jasper, and Alice went to Alberta, where they had no trouble constructing their own cabin. Situating it not far from the Slave River to add to the illusion of their rustic lifestyle. It was mostly hidden from society, perfect for the diet in which (Y/N) tried to convert the other two. It was also less complicated for Jasper to control his thirst for human blood if no humans were around. Plus, the surroundings were beautiful. (Y/N) liked hearing the birds in the early morning and having water run nearby. 

''East from here, there's three of 'em.'' Jasper's voice said, floating in the wind and through the bushes around them. 

The three of them were running in the forest, searching for prey. Jasper had smelled some moose earlier, but now they were chasing a bear and her cubs. (Y/N) did not hunt with the others often. She preferred to do it alone. But it was always fun to see how Alice and Jasper would try and compete for the first kill every time. While she didn't participate in their games, she liked watching them. It brought life to their undead lifestyle. 

Running through the tall grass and between the tree's roots easily, (Y/N) spotted a rabbit. She lounged at it with ease. It didn't bother her that the animal was little. Smaller animals were more accessible for her to catch without butchering her clothes. (Y/N) didn't like to get dirt on her. Plus, rabbits never travelled alone. She would have plenty to feel full at the end of the hunt, and she wasn't in a hunting mood today, so it played in her favour. 

It had been months since Jasper joined Alice's and (Y/N)'s little clan. He'd been charming and kind and helpful. Even if he thought it hard to change his diet -he often complained about how the animal blood tasted- he still tried his best. It was January seventeen now. A new year had started, yet Alice was deflating each day more to see that neither of her companions wasn't getting any closer. She found it infuriating.

Alice had seen hopeful moments, like when Jasper renovated the cabin. He'd taken (Y/N) words and requests to heart. Or when (Y/N) had consoled Jasper about one of his slip-ups, her hands brushing through his hair as he cursed himself in low growls. (Y/N) had nothing but encouraging words to give him. Then, of course, she gave him a stern talk about how she controlled herself by thinking about things humans did when she couldn't see them. Or again, when he was reading on the porch and (Y/N) was lost in her world, humming a melody only she knew. Alice had to confess that she'd never seen Jasper smile so softly before that afternoon.

(Y/N) liked to think that Jasper took his time to court her. She liked it that way. They had all the time in the world anyway. As she caught a second bunny, plunging her sharp teeth through the fur and into the skin until its still-warm blood flowed into her mouth, (Y/N) got a glimpse of the naked ring finger on her left hand. The familiar shine hadn't caught her eyes as it would usually have.

She'd removed the enormous wedding ring from her finger two months ago, preferring to wear it around the chain on her neck, where too rested a medallion with the triplet's picture.

''Ahah! You owe me ten dollars, Whitlock.''

Alice's laugh took (Y/N) out of her reverie. She looked in the direction her voice came from. The vampire couldn't see them anymore, but she knew they would come back in her direction soon enough. She let go of the now-empty rabbit she was still holding.

Raising from her spot on a tree root, she patted her dress to remove whatever could still stick to the fabric. Jasper's head popped out from behind the bushes. An amused smile lit up his face as he looked over the pixie-like vampire. The blond man stopped as he reached (Y/N)'s height, offering her his arm.

''If I could have the pleasure, miss.'' He said with a smile on the corner of his smile. (Y/N) responded to his smile with one of her own.

''If I must.'' (Y/N) teased the man, accepting his arm by wrapping her own around it. 

The comfortable warmth of the calm he feels, yet a subtle hint of burning cold passion that resists in the pit of his stomach, made her eyes shine. The group walked back to their cabin. Their slow pace is now a sharp contrast to their earlier race. 

''We'll have to get new shoes; you can't be comfortable in those old things,'' Alice called, referring to the boots (Y/N) wore. They were from her time as a nurse for the Second World War. Those boots were still in perfect condition. The older woman wasn't letting her things get hideous or unwearable. Still, she obliged at Alice's request.

''I think we could go in town this week.'' (Y/N)'s butterflies now associated with Alice exploded in her stomach as the girl's face illuminated with a smile. The tiny vampire held onto the other girl's hand before stopping all of her movement.

(Y/N) stopped walking to ensure that Alice wouldn't tumble over the snowy ground. Jasper stopped, too, getting closer to the girl in alarm. He was still getting used to Alice's gift. One of his hands met the small of (Y/N)'s back to help walk over some roots, but Jasper's attention was on Alice too. 

''It's alright.'' She assured, starting to walk again.

''What is it?'' (Y/N)'s tone was worried. Since the other girl had revealed to Jasper and her that they were mates, (Y/N) had asked Alice not to hold secrets about her visions anymore. Especially if it concerned other people. But Alice only smiled at her, walking to the cabin. Jasper, ever the gentleman, held the door of the cabin open for both girls to enter it. He closed and locked the door behind him after following them inside. 

 Jasper was never much of a talker. So the girls had come to realize. But it was alright. His actions spoke louder than every word he could have said. The man walked to where both the girls were seated, but he stayed back a little. On the table was resting the piece of a rocking chair he was building at the moment; he took place behind it.

''We'll have a visitor soon.'' Said Alice before (Y/N) could reiterate her question.

''Visitor?'' Quipped Jasper, ''in this part of the woods?'' Alice shot him a smile.

''(Y/N)'s old friend, my mate, I think.'' This got (Y/N)'s attention. She, too, was wondering why they'd have a visitor so far from civilization. There were only two people who knew their location, and those people were Thade and Esther. The older vampire's face darkened with a frown.

''Which friend?'' She asked. Her hand went to the necklace she wore, holding onto the locket hiding the triplet's picture. Not all of her friends were recommendable frequentations. But Alice only smiled and rose to leave the room. (Y/N) sighed but couldn't ask anything more.

The cabin was somewhat small. Not that the vampires minded it. It was big enough to maintain purpose: not living outside like homeless people. They might not be in any states now, but they could still live comfortably. It had one large room and two smaller ones behind the wall. It gave them the chance to have their place if need be.

Her ring finger slipped into the wedding monument she still had, then back out. A comforting habit (Y/N) took since she started wearing it around her neck. 

So it couldn't be Thade, that was for sure. But, on the other hand, Thade has been married to Esther ever since (Y/N) could remember meeting both of them. So maybe it was Gabriel. Last she'd heard of him, he was somewhere in France teaching history at a university. So that left – in the reasonable choices of friends (Y/N) would leave Alice with – either Gregory or Elliot. But would Gregory come to visit her out there in the woods? Esther, she knew the man was still bitter from their encounter during the First World War, as she was on the Allies' side, and he was on the Nazis.

That only left Elliot.

''What are yeh thinkin' about?'' Asked Jasper from his seat. He could feel her doubt just as she could feel his concern for her. (Y/N) turned her gaze to the man. He was still working on the rocking chair's part. Jasper's eyes shot up in her direction, staying for a second before wandering away. 

''I wondered which of my friends was to be Alice's mate.'' She answered honestly.

The man hummed.

Jasper's hair seemed more strawberry blond in the candle's light than the honey colour they had in the sunlight. His frozen features, kinder in the natural glow, were darkened by the dancing shadow of the flame. The now yellowish eyes he now had matched his hair. (Y/N) could only imagine just what the man's past was to make his face so stoic and emotionless while she could feel every change in Jasper's humour. Even from where she sat, the woman could see on his arm -uncovered as he worked, littered with bite marks. (Y/N) never asked about it, just like neither of the vampires with her wondered about her story. They didn't know about Alice. She could not remember anything from her past except for her first name.

''I meant to ask,'' continued the man after a short silence. ''What's in the locket? You always play with it.''

''Old memories.'' (Y/N) rose from her seat and walked to the table, taking place in the chair facing Jasper.

Usually, the seemingly young woman had no trouble talking about her experience and life. Some things were too hard to speak about, and nobody had ever asked. 

(Y/N) wasn't proud enough to assume her story could interest him more than any other. Tugging the long gold chain gently from her dress to present the locket better to the man in front of her, (Y/N) opened the locket to show the picture inside.

Alice shuffled closer to the both of them. 

Three small boys were staring at Jasper and Alice now, a serious expression on their juvenile faces. The man thought they couldn't be much older than eight or nine years old. He guessed that it had been taken late in the eighteen-fifties, early sixties, from the black and white picture and their clothes.

"The first boy on the right is John, the second, the one with the hat's George, and the last one on the left is Lowett." (Y/N) let Jasper take the locket in his and, it wasn't to see any better the photos, but more like a reflex.

"Were they yours?" He asked. The man could see little resemblance between the triplets and the woman sitting before her in the rocking chair. But there was still something in the expression and the posture that reminded him of her.

''In a way,'' (Y/N) answered. "I didn't birth them or bite them, but they were my children nonetheless." 

Jasper's eyes met hers. Alice smiled and got up. She silently walked to one of the other rooms, closing the door. She knew of this story and didn't want to put (Y/N) in more stress with her emotions in the room again. 

''They were vampires?'' (Y/N) smiled at Jasper's expression. But, then, his incertitude swung in her throat like a monkey to a branch. She shook her head.

''They didn't live long. And brought my creator's death with theirs.'' Jasper's expression didn't change. He looked conflicted. (Y/N) continued, shrugging. ''It doesn't matter now. It was a long time ago.'' 

''And the ring?''

(Y/N)'s smile faltered a little at his question. Then, from the other room, they heard Alice sigh. Her disappointment was bitter in the other girl's throat. ''It was my wedding ring when I was still human.''

Jasper went quiet after that, concentrating back on the rocking chair part. (Y/N)'s eyes followed his movement; she tucked the neckless back into the collar of her dress. Outside, the sun was already setting, and from the windows, the woman could see the timid shine of the slow rising of the moon in the sky. 

She suddenly felt the nip of boredom in the back of her chest. Like she was dragging the world around with her. It made her realize just how cruelly their house missed books, games, and music. If only she'd asked Esther to send her the harp she'd left in her care. But it was too late now. Her friend and Thade were travelling the world in search of his past. The man had felt the need to reconnect with his civilization now that the Second World War had ended. 

Maybe they could buy a radio once they'd gone to town. But, then, the music would fill the house at every hour of the day. (Y/N) missed the time when giggles would fill the homes she was in. She missed her son. 

Sons. 

Cocking her head slightly to the side, her hands resting on the table. The woman's eyes slowly clouded; Jasper recognized the look for when he'd meet her dazing out outside the house. He decided not to push his questioning further and worked silently on the rocking chair again. Alice came out of the room, her gaze unfocused but lucid enough to walk. When she didn't have full-blown visions, she would sometimes lose herself in the pathways of many shifting decisions of the people around her. 

In the silence, (Y/N) isn't aware that she started humming. Her finger played with the locket she'd tucked in her collar. It was a habit she couldn't seem to lose now. She hums the song Alice heard her sing to Esther years ago, and the girl can't help but sigh. 

Jasper just smiled. 

#x reader #x reader imagine #jasper hale x reader #twilight romance #jasper hale twilight #jasper x reader #twilight imagine #twilight fanfiction #imagines #fluff #slow burn trope

[lchufflepuffcorn]

Hi, my first time on Tumblr, can you make a Hawks headcanon for me? Where the reader has a family like the Zoldycks (Hunter x Hunter) but a loving, big family and Hawks It was to meet the reader's family (if possible, I want a male reader, if not gn, I had to use Google translate, it was bad🥺kisses from Brazil 💗!!

I also want to tag @mary-lee-joy in this post.

(Hi, I would like to know if you could do a headcanon of the present Mic, Aizawa and Hawks, where the reader can teleport (note: if you could do nsfw where the reader tries to take control) I would like a sfw and nsfw if you can, can you be a male reader? If not, it will be gn, sorry if there's something wrong, English is not my native language, I'm Brazilian and I had to use Google translate ,thanks!!Kisses from Brazil💗!!)

I'm so sorry, but as of the last Hawk and Dabi fic I posted they were the two last (as of right now) I was willing to post about the BNHA fandom.

I'm very flattered that you thought of me for your asks, but I am too behind on the series to continue writing for it. I also wanted to refresh the minds of people on my rules and methods of requests (English not being your first language does not bother me AT ALL, it's not my first language either). I also wanted to specify my fandoms too.

Again, I'm sorry this falls on you, but please do request again if you want.

#imagines #x reader #reminders #writing

[lchufflepuffcorn]

I hope I asked correctly. This is my first time on your blog [My request is a imagine for a female reader and Jasper Hale] Requested and fluff

Well, my request is that the reciter is a new student and he is very sociable, but he is also an accomplished singer and one day the reciter goes into the woods for privacy and sings in a high note and a voice that attracts even animals and he does not know that someone is watching

Warnings : Borderline creepy Jasper, wannabe tense moment.

Words: 961

Author's note: Nice nice nice (I don't know how long this has been sitting in my askes, but there it is.) Also, listen to First Day of My Life by Bright Eyes, if you want context for the song. I'm very glad you liked my blood enough to request something, I'm so sorry for the time it took me to answer back to you. Since you didn't specify the vibe you wanted, I played around with something new, hope you like it !!

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Snow White moment

Jasper Hale x Fem!Reader

(If Forks was a bore and grey, then (Y/N) was the small ray of sunshine that managed to pierce through. If (Y/N) was sunshine incarnated, her warmth was contagious, arriving in mid-December was not a problem, and she'd even managed to enter the school choir before Christmas break. Now early February, you had yet to find a group to attach herself to, people demanded her attention during any free time the school gave them, and having eyes follow your every move was not unusual here.)

Leaving English class was always a relief. The choking feeling you drowned in was lifted when the bell rang, and teenagers flooded the halls toward their next goal. You, following in their protective waves. 

Humming, as per usual, you walked from English to your locker, books under your arms as Jake and Laurianne talked loudly beside you. Echoes of the other students' conversations fly over you, and warmth surrounds you as you walk with them. 

Something about the book for the homework. You'd already studied it in your last school. 

"I don't see the problem with Maus... It's an important read about the holocaust with depictions of meese for the Jews and cats for the Germans..." You say, adding to their conversation, opening your locker. 

Jake adds something that gets lost in the current of sounds, and you follow Laurianne in her laughter. Your eyes catch Melissa's, and you wave in her direction, smiling at her and Gabrielle from afar. Then, you bury your nose in your locker again. 

Then, you feel it again, the eyes on your back, snarly, cold air hitting the skin of your neck. You have shivers and cold sweat running down your skin at the feeling. You're used to that, the glances. The voices around you dim as your heart starts beating in your throat. A quick check around and the same golden eyes you're used to seeing etched on you shine.

You smile at him, a force of habit. 

Jasper Hale, Jasper Cullen? You're not too sure. Melissa tried to explain their family relationship to you when you first arrived at Forks, but that gave you a migraine. He never talks. Wrong. He talks sometimes in class. You share English, and he's sat behind you. Jasper is a bit creepy, though his sister (twin?) Rosalie has a colder appearance yet is more friendly, conversing when needed.  

Jasper never speaks first, always looking. His other sister, Alice, with whom you have art class says it's because he's shy. You didn't ask. 

Jasper smiles back at you a little. A twitch of his lips only. Under the fluorescent lights, it makes him seem ominously pale. Parchemin skin and shadows creak the skin around his mouth and make his mouth look full of sharp, fang-like teeth. One of his brothers, the one with the sad eyes, says something to him that makes him frown. You don't remember which one he is... E-something. Jasper looks back at you, his eyes now locked with yours and for the brief second you stay like this, you can swear that Jasper's eyes were darker. 

You look back into your locker. Art class is next, and relief washes over you. The end of the day is near, and liberty soon will follow. 

*

Walking home was usually your favourite time because you could cut through the woods and sing your heart out. One thing Forks lacked (except maybe everything) was a competent and interesting choir group. This was one thing Denver had more than Forks, for certain. For a while, the woods were the safest and calmest places to sing your heart out. 

Enunciating the words with the correct rhythm, something easy, something soft. Song you know by heart. You know lots of them by heart, but this is your favourite. You start by humming the words, and the deeper she walks into the forest, the words leaving from your lips, clear as day. A twig snaps in the background, bringing a shocked silence as you turn around, scanning the woods around you. 

Nothing. 

Well, it's nothing out of the ordinary. The woods crack and break, it's natural, and you start singing again. 

"Besides, maybe this time is different. I mean, I think you like me..." You sing softly as a bird flies low and rests on a branch near you. You smile, the weird sensation of eyes watching over you (at you?) slowly falling toward the back of your mind as more animals slowly creep toward you. 

"This is the first day of my life. Swear I was born right in the doorway." You start again, looking at the squirrels and the solo rabbit creep your way. You sit on cold, dead leaves and forest moss, not the most comfortable. 

It's rare, a sight like this, that animals get close to humans like this. Other birds land on branches as you sing, your voice slowly getting louder. You relish in your Snow White moment. 

*

Alice saw it happen. That meeting with her and the animals. Alice says she has something. A talent. Like his, like Edward's, like hers. 

Jasper creeps closer again. He'd recoiled when he stepped on that branch earlier. He got distracted. 

He'll talk to her soon, Alice told him she saw it. He knows she didn't tell him about the visions she got of her death either, nor the ones where she flees, scared for her life. 

Hunt hunt hunt. Prey prey prey. Words that run inside his head all the time. She smells like heaven. 

He'll ask Rosalie to get in a team with her, in the next class. A group project is the perfect opportunity to meet new people. Not to get too close... just close enough. 

Yes, just close enough. 

#x reader #x reader imagine #imagines #jasper hale imagine #jasper x reader #creepy jasper #creepy #jasper hale twilight #twilight #twilight imagine #jasper cullen #jasper hale x reader

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Is it just me or tags are become freaking rare now a days? Like, I’m reading something that isn’t blocked by my ⚠️tags⚠️ and/or doesn’t have any (ergo should be safe) and BAM!! Fucking non-con out of the blue…. No hate or anything but that stripping my habilité to choose just a bit…

Anyway, that’s my rant… thanks .

#tag your shit #imagines #x reader #x reader imagine #rant

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This is about the live action reboot of Beauty and the Beast from Disney.

Okay but can we just talk about how The Beast changed FOR Belle. Contrasting Gaston who tries to make Belle change for him.

1- The Beast gave her his library when he saw it made her happy (after she showed him kindness even though he was excruciatingly harsh)

2- He made a point of reading with her and sharing her love for reading when he saw that it made her especially excited.

3- He let her read to him what She wanted.

4- He starts seeing the world as less grey (see the changes of light around the castle) and the world becomes more light and beautiful as he changes.

5- He shows her the book that makes him travel and brings her to the places she most wants because he wants her with him but still wants to give her a bit of freedom.

6- He asks her for a dance and then just starts talking instead of following what he was told and tries kissing Belle.

7- HE LETS HER GO BECAUSE SHE’S SCARED FOR HER DAD!!!

Like, my standards are really on the ground here… I just want a big man that's respectful, understands that my family is important and just likes what I like…

I don't care if you think there Stockholm syndrome. I like Beast and I will NOT take criticism. Thank you.

#rant #rant post #personal rant

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A lot of people are all, "I blame Disney for my high standards in men." I don't blame Disney for my high standards in men. I blame Jane Austen and the Predator franchise. Like if someone made a Predator variation of Pride & Prejudice, Sense & Sensibility, Emma, or Northanger Abbey, it would absolutely wreck me.

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Imagine hawks x reader who also has a bird quirk so they do weird bird things together like running into glass doors while on a date lol. Please remember to stay hydrated and get enough sleep and eat :)

Very short but cute-sy. I am so sorry it took this long but here we are !!

Bird things (Takami Keigo x Reader)

Words: 420

Warning: None

Author's note: Enjoy !! (I do not own any gif, ever.)

Your teachers used to tell you that having a bird quirk was something you'd grow into, and while they weren't technically wrong, growing up without the glamourous pink of flamingo or the practical wings of the hummingbird. Instead, you had a canary-type quirk. They are known to be a ferociously home-y type of birds. 

So, with your flashy yellow wings and weirdly shaped feet, you became a kindergarten teacher to go with the 'home bird' cliché. At least the kiddies were cute. 

Now, how Keigo got your attention, love and care, he couldn't fathom the shadow of an idea. But to tell the truth, as long as you showered him with kisses after his shift, he didn't really care. You could spend your day shoving food down his mouth. As long as he can cuddle with you, Keigo is good. 

Most of the time, both of you spent your free time at home, especially because of his paparazzi, but also because of the multiple accidents you (both of you) had.  

Keigo laughed at the video playing, where he walked right into a glass door while you waited on the other side. You were currently watching a YouTube compilation of superhero quirks fails. 

"They always put the same video!" He complained. 

"To your credit, glass doors *are* always too clean, prompting colliding." You stated, running your fingers through his hair. Keigo chirped, snuggling closer to you. 

"Still, how am I supposed to be cool after that?" He asks again, his voice muffled by your shirt. 

You giggled. 

"Would you prefer they get a picture of us taking care of each other's wings? Or if they had a video of you doing a mating dance? That'd be embarrassing." 

Again, Keigo grumbles, a laugh shaking his shoulders slightly. "That happened twice!" He tries to defend. 

You nod, laughing. "Lucky you, nobody took pictures." 

Yeah, your teachers used to tell you that you'd grow into your quirk, but except for having proportionate wings compared to your body now, you still did pretty weird things. 

Sometimes, you craved worms. Keigo and your apartement would sometimes get rearranged out of the blue. Sharing his hunting prey as meals was not that special. So yes, maybe being a bird wasn't as hard as a life draining quirk, for example, but it was still hard as fuck to explain.

But seeing as Keigo chirped happily, snuggling close to you, it was worth it.  

#x reader #fluff #imagines #keigo takami x reader #bnha takami keigo #hawks imagines #bhna x reader #bhna imagine #boku no hero academia

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Shoutout to everyone who requested something of me and patiently waited (or are still waiting) for my stressed out self to publish for them : I did not forget you, I am simply very self judging and it’s was not to my liking. (Or I lost the doc and I’m trying to write the ask again…)

#me #all the time

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The dead are but lonely travelers

Words: 199

Warning: None

Author's note: This scene nearly happened in my DnD campaign (which stopped and my DM explained the plot because we were sad about the ending).

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The face Lory sees is something familiar yet incomprehensible for him to translate. Green scales, strong maw, kind amber eyes, Helasar was standing right in front of him, and at the same time, wasn't. Fragment of imagination. Lie in an intricate reflecting glass, a gift from the Traveler, his god, a trickster. At first, Lory thought it was for a good deed he'd done that he received such a gift. Now, he wasn't too sure. No, that reflection was standing right before him, tall and smiling at him, their eyes about at the same level. And so, he asked.

Lory's brain was too slow to stop his mouth before the sounds escaped him. "Serein?" The Dragonborn before the party nods, his smile turns perplexed, and the rest of Lory's party turns to look at him.

"You know him?" Content asks. Lory takes a second, but the green Dragonborn before them who speaks first.

"I think you thought I was someone else."

And Lory's heart soars, for his god was right. The dead are only just travellers, but his dead is not who he was before. And the copper Dragonborn smiles at the green one. "It seems so, my apologies."

#imagines #dnd #dragondborn #dnd writing

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The only one that matters (Dabi x Fem!Reader) Disney!Mulan inspired.

Words: 1146

Warning: Spoilers if you didn't catch up with Dabi's back story (at the least). Ambiguous ending.

Author's note: This is long overdue, but I have good excuses! First, I worked on the changes in the ask, and then lost the document (mistakingly did a control X instead of a control C), worked my ass off to find the thing again, only to find out the changes were not made in that version, then works has been crazy. But here we go!!

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Dabi knew many things that tasted like ashes. Burnt eggs and rice, dry dirt from the outside garden of his house, Fuyumi's báizhōu, and disappointment. 

Clutching his side, Dabi stood as best he could. Trying to make sense of what was happening before him. Blurry faces and unintelligible shouts near him, too fast for his liking. The world was spinning enough already… His sword scraped the ground. From Dabi's loose grip on it, he didn't care for his father's heirloom -not really-. From what he could see, they were losing anyway. What served his sword if he was going to die before he could use it? Dabi closed his eyes for a moment despite the chaos surrounding him and imagined that the cold breeze held the smell of grass from early spring and the screams were echoes of his friend and sisters playing. Just for a second, just for a moment of peace. 

Somewhere, someone screamed his name. 'Todoroki!'

He had to reopen his eyes -he always had to. But for those few seconds, he'd sell his soul to the Underworld Gods if need be. Heaven, Dabi couldn't remember why he went to war instead of his father anymore. No honour he would bring back, his corpse… maybe. If his mom was lucky enough. He couldn't see anything except shapes and colours, and nothing screamed his name anymore. 

"To defeat the Huns," said General Aizawai. Not much defeating was done at the moment. Even in the blurry state of his world, Dabi could gather that much. The man forced his eyes to stay open and his senses to stay alert. Everything in his body was heavy, and the mere thought of moving made him want to cry. 

A sharp cry echoed against the snowy mountain tops, and Dabi ducked by reflex. 

Crips and cold snow made the man's ascension toward the rest of his brothers-in-arms difficult and exhausting, even more so with the harsh fall he had off his horse earlier. Dabi always hated the snow. It reminded him too much of his failure to his father, brothers and sister. It reminded him of his mother… Oh, such a sad face his mother would have to see him in this state. He could hardly bring any honours like this with grime and blood all over the once-shining armour of his father. 

Dabi preferred not to think about his father too much. The cold reminded him that his burning wrath was nowhere near where Dabi wanted it to be. Nor the tender warmth of his best friend. Dabi had left his home with the cover of night, hiding behind his father's helmet or a hat to cover most of his face; it served him well for the year he spent training. But he'd also left without a word of goodbye to his best friend, (Y/N). 

At this moment, Dabi would have taken whatever punishment his father deemed fit for him if it meant seeing (Y/N) smile at him again one last time. 

His ribs throbbed, cutting his supply of air short once more. Dabi lost his footing against the battered snow and harsh pending of the valley.

His battalion finally made it to the valley, two more walkways to reach the emperor and provide him protection. But the Huns ambushed them. 

Wait a minute… A valley! 

Using his sword as leverage, Dabi stood to his feet once more. He recalled seeing some fireworks in the chariot... Maybe he could try something stupid… 

He'd probably die either way. It didn't mean he couldn't die trying something nobody would think of. Make his father proud… 

There's not much Dabi recalls after that. More shouts, a grip on his shoulder, the burning in his fingertips. A loud cracking sound and then silence for a moment. A bird, familiar somehow, had red wings stretched in the wind and a voice that couldn't be screaming near him, echoing in his ears. Chaos and flashes of darkness and light. 

The truth of something warm in his side before he had to push a blurry face down in the falling snow. 

And then the cold surrounded him. 

** 

Dabi woke up in pitch black. A figure standing near him in the shadows. The man thought of his father. A flickering memory of the silhouette Enji'd been in his life, but the figure was much smaller. It was the lack of echo in his voice that made him realize. His helmet had been removed sometime during his slumber. 

When he tried to sit up. A sharp pinch in his stomach made him wince, doubling down to cradle his body, and the figure straightened. 

"Your services are not required any longer," said the figure. 

It had General Aizawa's intonation but something awkward about how he said the words. As if his body was difficult to operate. 

"I can still fight." Dabi tried to argue. 

"Your abilities are not well-liked within our forces." Spoke the voice again. And the cold returned to Dabi's vein as if all his fire had died out. 

And warmth was all Dabi ever had in life. Even when he had his freak accident - the fire in his nursery was not his fault. It still left him with horrible burnt wounds and disfigured his youngest brother. Dabi could feel the figure's eyes scraping every part of his scared body. And while he was good at faking boredness now, the man felt his throat close tightly on itself. 

Disappointment tasted like ashes, even if it wasn't his father who stood before him. Who would've known? 

The battalion left in the following hour. The army left and gave Dabi only enough for a makeshift shelter and two days of rations. Maybe they hoped he would die of hunger or freeze to death. 

The cry of a bird flying over him made the man look up. Redwings stretched against the white sky. The bird made circles over him for a moment before flying off somewhere over the mountain. The man didn't move. 

A whistle cut the heavy silence, echoing against the snow and the sky, making only one at this altitude. A bird responded with some other sharp cries. Dabi ducked like he did while running up the mountain, but nothing dropped on or near him. 

And, a figure, shadow really, making it's way toward him. For a moment, Dabi could only wrap around himself more, without the strength to hold his sword nor self up to a defense pose. The wind seemed to wrap around him like a harsh blanket, deafening him to all other sounds, and Dabi could only look at the figure walking closer. 

Then, his name echoed around him like a salvation. A name he'd all but forgotten, in a voice he thought he'd left behind at home. Safe. 

"Toya, come with me." 

#x reader #imagines #x reader imagine #bnha imagine #bnha #bnha dabi #mha x reader #mha imagine #mha dabi

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Update on my life without any context :

Wailing because of Loki, will be coming back shortly.