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writeblrfantasy · 5 months

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EXCERPT FROM THE LOVER WITH FIVE NAMES: PROLOGUE

The Nameless Lover knows what it means when the door closes like that. That crash of thunder, just from the latch clicking into place.

The Lover’s throat bobs.

Edgorn’s eyes were sharp with lightning as they ascended the stairs. His hand on the Nameless Lover’s back was a smoldering ember waiting to ignite. Stomping upstairs after the evening ball, Edgorn shoved off the servants waiting to help him undress. His guards were ordered to wait in the antechamber of marble and gold just beyond the bedchamber door.

Those same guards and servants send the Nameless Lover pitying smiles. Edgorn’s anger radiates like a quake in the ground.

Edgorn shrugs off his red coat with a pointedness that preludes a storm. His brows are drawn, his mouth curved into a scowl beneath his dark mustache. The Nameless Lover sits on the edge of their canopy bed, shoves his bejeweled wrists under his thighs, and waits for the storm to blow through.

Edgorn lays the red coat neatly on the bed and begins unbuttoning the gold shirt beneath before speaking. Surprisingly, his first words aren’t roared in anger, though a fire blazes bright in his brown eyes.

His words come low with danger instead, an unyielding calm. Edgorn’s control never lasts long. It will snap like a fine thread if tugged on too hard. “What was that behavior at dinner tonight?”

The Nameless Lover sighs heavily, considering his choices. Considering duty.

The Nameless Lover doesn’t feign ignorance, unlike other instances where he’s played the dumb and doting arm candy. “My conversation with Lady Zahara was nothing out of the ordinary.” The Nameless Lover isn’t attracted to ladies, despite his past affair with the queen of Coromoda. Edgorn truly has nothing to worry about. Not that he knows that.

Not that he knows anything about the Nameless Lover.

“She was mooning over you, and you were making eyes at her,” Edgorn snaps. The buttons of his cuffs come undone next, all with a punctuated sharpness even as his fingers shake. Too much wine. His face flushes red with it. “People flirt with you all the time. Understandable, looking as you do, but normally you’re oblivious. I don’t know what made you open your eyes tonight, but remember this: you are mine. No one else shall have you.”

He comes round to the other side of the bed, looming over the Nameless Lover. “Are we clear?”

So many times before, the Nameless Lover has averted his eyes and accepted Edgorn’s incontestable declarations without complaint. Without so much as a word. Edgorn is king, and the Nameless Lover has always been happy to let him think he holds the power.

“Yes,” the Nameless Lover says.

“Good.” Edgorn continues unbuttoning his shirt, pulling it free of the trousers it was tucked into. “Get undressed and get on the bed.”

That’s a command the Nameless Lover has heard all too many times, not just from Edgorn. He’s always grinned and bore it, duty and all that, but something in him hesitates tonight. He did choose to acknowledge and cautiously return Lady Zahara’s flirtations instead of tactfully ignoring them. He’s still not sure why he did it, because even as he did, standing under red lights and red ceilings, he knew it would elicit this reaction from Edgorn.

Maybe it’s because he wanted to see how Edgorn would react, find out if he could get away with it. The Nameless Lover has strived to evoke Edgorn’s anger deliberately in the past, but never without reason. The Lover always works with purpose—never more, never less. He is surgical in his methods, his plans, and his executions, and he never strays from them. He is emotionless. He can mold to whatever shape his current role needs.

He is perfect, untouchable. However, sometimes an outcry of disdain ignites in his heart, and he struggles to put it out.

Struggles to banish the desire to walk away from people like Edgorn, Cadhan, Isabella, and live a life of his own. Herra is the only thing he has left that’s real. But Herra is far, far from here. The Lover is alone.

“Cardamom,” Edgorn says, the fourth name. “Get undressed.”

The Nameless Lover takes a deep breath and raises his head. He looks Edgorn square in the eye, swallows, and says, “No.”

LOVER TAGLIST (LMK TO BE ADDED/REMOVED) @magic-is-something-we-create @47crayons @ashen-crest @woodhousejay @transmasc-wizard @worldbuildng @ettawritesnstudies @mcximilians @contes-de-rheio @void-fireworks @extrabitterbrain @pressedpapyrus @willowiswriting @houndmouthed @stormharbors @snowinks

GENERAL TAGLIST: @worldbuildng @muddshadow @nikkywrites @47crayons @directionoftime @chayscribbles @magic-is-something-we-create @rodentwrites

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kazoosandfannypacks · 1 year

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"Open to Interpretation" by kazoosandfannypacks

Pairing: Captain Swan

Rating: General

Word Count: 1K

Summary: At the art museum, Emma is appalled at works by modern artist Killian Jones- until a handsome stranger convinces her otherwise.

Tags: au, fluff, captain swan, one shot, modern au

Author's notes: Happy Valentine's Day to my lovely followers and readers! Yesterday I released a poll to see which fic I should release next... and surprise, surprise, the release date was today! Almost half of you voted for "Art Museum," so I hope y'all enjoy this one! it is, in fact, based on that list of meet uglies that was floating around!

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"I can't believe this guy has a whole wing dedicated to his art." Emma muttered, staring at the painting in front of her. She didn't know who this "Killian Jones" was, but based on his art, she was glad she didn't.

"Why not?" A voice behind her asked.

She hadn't even realized she'd made her statement out loud, but she'd never been one to back down from a fight, even over something as trivial as art.

"It's tasteless," She turned to look at the stranger, only to find him more attractive than she expected, "and purposeless- like if absurdism and abstract art had a child in a soulless void. This guy isn't trying to communicate anything, and if he is, he's buried it so deep his viewership can't find out what it is."

"That's because they're not looking," He said, "besides, isn't art open to interpretation? 'Death of the author' and all that? Maybe the reason you're not seeing the message is that you're not looking hard enough."

Determined not to be outwitted by a cute art museum stranger, she turned back to the painting in front of her and tried to see what it could possibly mean. This piece in particular was of waves on a stormy sea- except one large blotch of a vibrant white, silhouetting a sailing ship.

"This one communicates that he knows how to paint water," Emma suggested, "but he's scared to try his hand at realism when it comes to boats. It almost looks like he intended to paint a magnificent vessel there- but backed down at the last minute."

The stranger laughed. "That's what this picture shows. But what does that communicate?"

"That he doesn't like to paint boats?"

"Then I suppose you haven't paid close attention to the rest of the exhibit," he said, "ships seem to be a recurring theme in Jones' work."

Emma bit her lip and nodded. She did recall seeing a few other paintings of ships in this wing.

"So the absence of the ship here is intentional," he continued, "he meant for this picture to be missing something."

"A purpose?" Emma suggested.

He gave half a laugh, "You're closer than you think. I believe Jones' purpose," and here he paused, for a dramatic effect, "is that some purpose of his is missing. The sea has everything but a vessel to sail on it, and without it, something is missing. A clever metaphor, really- though it may be a bit lost on less intellectual self-proclaimed connoisseurs."

"Did he just insult me?" Emma thought, though she had to admit, she started to appreciate the meaning behind the piece- there'd been times she'd felt like that shipless sea herself. Still, she was determined not to be outwit by this stranger.

"That's just one piece," Emma said, then pointed to one she'd spent twenty minutes judging, "what do you think he meant to communicate by this?"

This one was more simplistic than the other, painted in only three colors, and only using basic shapes. It depicted a classic red heart on a white background, with three lines overtop the heart, something like thorns sticking out of the lines- and those were deep black.

"A valentine's heart a five year old could draw," Emma said, "basic shapes, a self proclaimed gritty design that a twelve year old emo with Microsoft Paint would be able to make for themselves."

"You've done it again," he said, "in attempting to swing a low blow on the painting, you've instead hit the nail on the head. This is simple, it is easily accessible- and I think that's because grief is too. Whatever pain inspired this piece, he must've found it extremely extraordinary, to paint it in such an ordinary manner- as if trying to make one understand it. See how the thorns cover the heart, almost like a jail cell, like you can't reach your heart through all that grief."

Emma nodded. "Or maybe the heart is trying to get out- and the grief is the cage you use to protect it."

"So this piece doesn't exist in a soulless void either?" he asked, and raised an eyebrow.

"Two out of twenty means nothing."

"Then perhaps discuss another?" he asked.

"What about that one?" Emma asked. A few paintings down the hall was an abstract array of brushstrokes, all positioned vertically on the canvas. All of them were in shades of red, pink and white, except for two of them. These two would've been directly parallel with each other if they were centered on the canvas, but one was on the top right and the other on the bottom left. They were a deeper shade of red, so much so that they were almost purple, and on further inspection one could even see a little bit of blue peeking out the edge of each stripe, on the sides facing their nearest edge.

"What do you think he doesn't mean to say in this one?" he asked her.

"It looks like Pong without the ball or the center line." Emma said. "Is this another 'something important is missing' too, like how," and here she feigned a dramatic tone of voice, "a game of Pong without the ball is already lost?"

"Not even close this time," he said, "and you were so good up until now."

"I thought art was up to interpretation?" Emma asked.

"True, but look at this," he pointed to the title of the piece.

"Silverstein's Masks?" Emma asked. "I don't know who Silverstein was, but he must've been some kind of picasso painting himself if he could wear this as a mask."

"So knowledgeable in the visual arts, but not in the literary," he shook his head, "I believe the Silverstein in question is Shel."

"Shel Silverstein?" Emma asked, "like, The Giving Tree."

"Ah, so you do know the classics," he said, "but you may not be familiar with one of Silverstein's lesser known works, a short poem almost like a tragedy, simply entitled Masks."

"And I take it you know the poem?"

"Quite familiar with it," he said, "'She had blue skin, and so did he. He kept it hid, and so did she. They searched for blue their whole lives through- then passed right by and never knew."

"And these stripes are supposed to represent that?" Emma asked, trying to hide how impressed she was by his recitation.

"You know more than you're letting on," he said, putting a hand on her shoulder to turn her attention back to the painting, pointing out details with his other hand, "see how these two almost look like they're moving, moving past each other. And while, for the most part, these appear like the others, you can see, just barely peeking out at the bottom- though not where the other could have ever noticed- that under all that red, they're blue."

"So?" Emma asked, understanding exactly what it meant, but wanting to hear him say it in his own words, finding his intellect and voice and his face altogether quite attractive.

"In trying to blend with the rest of the palate, they've closed themselves off from the opportunity to be understood- they've lost a chance to be truly loved because they tried to be something they weren't."

Emma nodded. "I think I get it now."

She looked up at the stranger, his hand still on her shoulder, his eyes a work of art unto themselves, one that she carefully inspected.

"Shall we discuss another one?" he asked, remembering his place and taking his hand off Emma's shoulder.

"I think you've proved your point," Emma said.

"Oh?" he asked, "and what point is that?"

Emma rolled her eyes. "Killian Jones is very clearly a talented artist with a clear message in his works."

The stranger smiled a little more than expected, almost sheepishly.

"I'm glad to hear you've changed your mind, miss…."

He held his hand out to her, and she took it, noticing how strong his grip was, but how delicate as well.

"Swan," Emma said, "Emma Swan. And you are?"

"Artist in residence," he smiled, "Killian Jones."

#captain swan #once upon a time #killian jones #emma swan #ouat #fic rec #cs ff #fanfiction #cs au #Valentine's fic

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daidonzo · 1 year

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Chapter 8 - I don't want to not be by your side [Chishiya x Reader]

You woke to Chishiya still in the room with you, sitting on a chair next to your bed.

"You were not waking up. I almost thought you were dead if it wasn't for how much you were snoring."

He even had the nerve to remain serious after saying that, leaving you to ponder whether he was actually joking or not. If your pounding headache would let you lift your head more than a couple of centimeters, you would had strangled him, although now that you thought about it, it would take a lot more than that and your body, so far, remained non-responsive.

"Close the courtains." You struggled to say, still trying to fully wake up. The light was hurting your eyes.

He tilted his head to one side, eyebrows raised, but complied. You whispered a soft "thank you", while standing up until you were seated, and he nodded in return.

What was he still doing here? You remembered, partially, that he had taken you to your room. But had he been watching you sleep the whole night? Creepy. And were you really snoring? You really hoped it was just his dry sense of humor.

"You didn't sleep?" Maybe he had slept on a chair, like that night when it was just the two of you in that family apartment, but you didn't really understand why he would go through the pain of being uncomfortable for you.

"I did." He pointed behind you. You turned around and saw that your pillows had been placed as a sort of… Wall? Barrier? Behind you, dividing the bed in two.

So.

You had slept in the same bed as Chishiya.

The news would have been the most exciting thing to ever happen to you if you were not mad at him still. Despite that, it felt like there was something that you could only describe as the fluttering of wings of thousands of tiny insects (you called them wasps, butterflies would be much more delicate) in your stomach.

"Why have you stayed?"

"You insisted you absolutely refused to sleep on your side. I feared that, when I would leave the room, you would die by choking on your own vomit just to spite me."

"As if you cared.", you wanted to say. Only he did care, but because his plan wouldn't work otherwise. That was the only reason, or so you wanted to think. Believing anything else had proven to be too painful.

"You looked beautiful yesterday"

"What?"

Your reaction was so natural, so organic. Did he just call you beautiful? The wasps returned. But this time someone had kicked their nest and they were buzzing, angry like never before. You were gaping like a fish, unsure of what to say.

"I said you looked beautiful yesterday."

"I heard you."

"Then?"

What did he mean THEN?

"What does that mean?"

"You looked subjectively beautiful."

You still couldn't believe it. Your cheeks, ears and entire face were burning. You didn't know what to say. He clearly didn't think too much about it. You scrutinized his face, trying to discover what was going on behind those beautiful, dreamy eyes. Damn it. You had fallen for him again. Hard. Had you ever stopped, though? You found yourself smiling like a little kid, from ear to ear and had to remind yourself you were supposed to be mad.

"Thank you?" You meant to just say it, which as much dignity as you could gather, but it came out more like a question. Maybe you were alucinating. Maybe you were still drunk! Someone had spiked your drink! That must be it.

Your heart twisted, and turned. And felt like it was beaten to a bloody pulp.

You couldn't help but keep smiling, even though you tried really, really hard not to. Because what he said was sweet. Because you liked him, no matter how much you tried to deny it. Because he was the closest thing to home for you. Because something deep inside you was telling you to run, and instead, you were tying yourself harder. You knew this was a game that was lost before it even started, but you were still coming back to play. That last thought made you sad. You knew something had to be done about your feelings, because you were clearly watering a dead flower, and it was taking its toll on you.

"Be careful, or I might think you are starting to care about me." You whispered.

"I try not to care about anyone."

There he was again.

"You care a bit. Otherwise you wouldn't have spent the night here."

"I told you, I didn't want you to die asphyxiated."

"All I can hear is how much you care."

He had a half-smile on his face. You were not smiling anymore.

"Not really."

"Would it kill you to just admit it?"

He gave the impression of being taken aback by the intensity of your words, probably expecting you to keep the banter going. But if he was surprised, that didn't last for more than a few seconds.

"Admit what?"

"Nothing."

You looked at each other. You had a knot in your throat that would be there no matter how much you tried getting rid of it. You only had held hands twice, why were you already feeling like this? You probably were an awful person in another life, because this seemed like a cruel joke the world, God, or whichever ominous entity was playing on you.

"I'm sorry. I think I have relied on you a bit too much ever since I met you."

"I agree."

You took the hit without, hopefully, revealing too much of what you were feeling. This felt too much like a breakup and you were not even an item.

You nodded.

He nodded.

The silence was just too painful. Everything about your entire infatuation was.

"I think you should go."

#chishiya x fem!reader #chishiya x reader #chishiya fanfic #chishiya angst #chishiya #aib chishiya #chishiya aib #chishiya alice in borderland #chishiya fic #chishiya fluff #chishiya shuntaro #chishiya x you #chishiya x y/n #shuntaro chishiya #this one made me so sad to write :(#the song is also heartbreaking #Spotify #as much as you want

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randomnameless · 1 year

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I don't know why so many people are so persistent with this idea that Fodlan's worst mom (using your terminology) dislikes Rhea, just because she criticizes her decisions? For crying out loud, she criticizes Billy for their decisions especially when they get stuck in Zaharas, but was willing to fuse with Billy so that they could save the day. They really be trying hard to make it all about Rhea bad.

No worries lol

Sothis is an... odd character, to say the least.

Given how volatile FE16 is, especially since uwu and nightgowns, you cannot shed too much light on the Nabateans, and Sothis cannot be a likeable gremlin but also the same gremlin Supreme Leader vows to terminate, else Supreme Leader won't sell nightgown Cipher Cards (or not as much).

As a result, we end up with Sothis not reacting to the Nabatean plot and story (in FE16, we have the amnesia excuse, and when it falls, we have the "yeeted away by the plot" excuse) because Fodlan doesn't really want to tackle the "and those people were genocided and turned into shinies and saying Crust BaD is akin to saying "blood from this race of sentient beings BaD" else no turf war, no "maybe they're all fighting for their ideals" without spending 0.3 seconds wondering if one of those "ideals" isn't nauseabond, etc, etc.

We know Nopes!Sothis really doesn't like Agarthans, and from her battle quotes, thanks to voiceline anon, we know she plans on toasting their asses and even if she's rekt'd, she goes full Terminator "I'll be back" on them when the "time will come".

Story!Nopes!Sothis sort of weeps about her children turned into relics, and extra battle lines!Nopes!Sothis seems rejoiced to see her kids grown up (even if the lolcalisation lolcalised the crap out of her lines with Flayn.

Which makes... Story!Nopes!Sothis's lack of involvment in Supreme Bullshit or even Golden Shower all the more glaring - KT added and wrote lines where Sothis gives a crap about her kin, but in the canon, because player pandering is the way to sell subpar games, she can never oppose the player - on that grounds, no, if she opposes them, it's on the pseudo rivalry sold in the trailers between Billy'n'Barney.

We have a Sothis with her memories, who is able to be pissed bcs her children were killed, who remembers her bitter enemies, who shares her host's grief...

And yet, who doesn't move the little finger to protect or at least avenge her family members.

And I typed Rhea because it's always the best way to fish trolls, but it's the very same thing with Flayn and Seteth - Sothis knows who they are (or thinks she does for Flayn!) and yet will happily chill in Billy's brain as they hack them to pieces using her spine.

Really, the only thing I genuinely wonder about her is why KT bothered to add her battle lines/quotes depicting as, well, someone who at least cares for her family, if it's to ghost them in the main game for no plausible reason ?

Were they planning to sell a DLC with the assets we've found in the datamine (golden rhea sprite!) ? One that could and would shed more light on Sothis, her relation with her "creations" and with the Agarthans and Humans?

IDK, but imo Nopes is an example of a trainwreck, you can't sell a product that is so unlikable that your home fanbase disses it everywhere mere hours after its release, and hope to patch everything with a DLC.

Imo, Nopes getting no DLC and no further traction isn't only because Engage was on the way, but it might be because IS saw this, and went "okay stop we're taking back our franchise, fig off" to KT. It might have sold a lot for a musou, and reached the 1mil sales, that reception from the home market was something unplanned.

Tl; Dr : while the games play coy about what Sothis really thought about her children because Hresvelg Tea and whatnot, the Fodlan OST artwork is telling enough to reveal that, for some reason, as we're told but not shown especially not in the games, Sothis seemed to have cared a lot about her children (and also played the harp?).

#anon #replies #lizard family time?#Fodlan's worst mom #fwiw in SS Sothis talks to her even if it's offscreen #it's just Tru Piss and the Nopes routes where you kill her kids without a peep from her that feel so weird #as for Rhea BaD arguments next time I'll post a recipe about gingerbread men #and I'm sure someone will find a way to usher a Rhea BaD argument because I use butter instead of margarine

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One thing I find annoying about Hopes' writing of Claude that I haven't seen too many point out is just how, like... needy he is? Like he CAN'T get enough validation for just about everything, and it crops up so often (like a good chunk of his correct expedition answers are "Give a pep talk" which like. Variety where are you).

Meanwhile in 3H he gets upset at you trying to console him when he does bad in training instead of critiquing him, he deflects away any attempt at trying to give him credit on his route, he says he expects and is ready for people to give him flack for his ideas, he's just... WAY more confident. Like it's a pretty big thing about his character.

Like I think I get the idea, where it's him being less confident because of the different circumstances (like him having less time as an actual leader), but because of how Hopes sets up the story it just comes off as coming out of nowhere. One second Claude is acting secure in himself, a timeskip happens, and now he can't take a step without asking Shez if he should start with his left foot or his right. And that same thing makes it hard to believe that he needs Shez of all people to do this because it feels like they barely know each other, so it just feels like player pandering... which Claude also was very good about avoiding in 3H...

Sorry for the rant, it's just been bugging me for a while lol.

No worries! If you have stuff you want to talk about, feel free to pop into my ask whenever!

Hopes Claude strikes me as just... intentionally being the opposite of Claude in every way. I know they mentioned the GDs were ooc on purpose, but I'd argue not all of them were that ooc, at least in personality/behavior. The same overall vibes of their characters were there. Everything about Claude felt like it was off-the-rails opposite for me.

I also understand him being younger and in a different situation, but I think, ultimately, that would not change his core character. His behavior and personality as well, but his decision making was vastly different and watered down. I think they tried too hard to make his story different and just didn't know how to while keeping it ingrained with Fodlan overall.

In Houses, Academy Claude is already a step up in maturity from Hopes Claude. If you consider that he's the same person in both games during the Academy portions, then you could say he had backwards development, which normally would be fine... if his decision making wasn't total batshit ass.

It really is just player pandering, because if you recall, Claude basically ghosted Shez for two whole fucking years. They do not know each other well, and I don't feel like Claude is the type to do that just because he's busy. Just based on Academy Claude, I expect he'd at least give a heads up like he did with Byleth when he was going to be absent from the monastery for a bit.

Even if I put aside all the nonsensical plot points in GW, Claude just feels very shafted in care by the story. He exists more to cater to the story's whims than for the story to be about him and his story. In AG for example, the focus is on Dimitri in the sense that the story follows him. He doesn't just follow the story (Zaharas is the only instance of this in the other routes, which is at least unrelated to the overall plot). Claude is yanked left and right by the story and is just a device to steer you where the plot wants you to go.

I get the frustration. I find that the devs really just suck at handling Claude. It's why I make jokes that I'm taking him away from them lol. I am taking custody of this man because they cannot be trusted with him.

#DCB Ask

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widesmile-highstyle · 2 years

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Little!Raven fic

There was something about the lost that Raven didn’t really understand. They all looked tough and scary, and they were when they wanted to be, but there was something about them that was very unexpected.

Babying.

She didn’t understand it. Sometimes she would walk into the deep end to see Ledoux holding Blake and cooing over him as if he were a baby. Sometimes she would see Valkyrie getting told off by Zahara for “being a naughty girl and throwing a tantrum” (“I hope I don’t have to punish you, Valkyrie.”), sometimes she would even see Strat acting like that. She didn’t think it was wrong, she was just confused. Why did they do this?

“We do it to cope…” said Blake, as he filled a sippy cup with orange juice for Valkyrie. “Sometimes it’s just too hard to be an adult so we age regress. It’s completely normal. Some of us regress involuntarily, as a response to trauma. Like Strat, and Valkyrie. Some of us involuntarily slip because we’re stressed.” He continued. Raven slowly nodded. “Maybe you should try it.” He finished. “No! I mean- it’s great- but I don’t think it’s for me..” raven replied. Blake smiled “You sure? Because Strat’s been going on about how stressed you’ve been, and he also thinks this could be good for you.” He said. Raven sighed “I just..don’t think it’s for me…” she said. But then she started thinking about how stressed she had been. About all the work she had to do. About the constant anxiety attacks and crying. Suddenly everything seemed too much for her. Maybe she could try it. Just this once. “Fine. I’ll give it a go.” She said. Just as Strat came up behind her.

Raven was sat down on Strat’s bed with a soft, pink blanket (this was hers since she was a baby), a plushie of a cat (this too) and a pacifier. She could use this stuff, but she was not calling Strat “Daddy”. She didn’t understand why she needed this stuff, but Strat assured her it would come in handy. “Okay, hun. Let’s start off small, okay? How about you cuddle with..your cat? What’s his name? He’s awful cute..” Strat said. Hun. He’d never called her that before. Raven grabbed the stuffed animal. “Her name’s..it’s stupid..uhm…her name’s itty bitty kitty..but you can just call her kitty..” She murmured. Strat smiled “Awh…well, it’s very nice to meet you, kitty!” He said, shaking the teddy’s paw. Raven couldn’t help but giggle. “Was that funny, Ravie? Was it?” He cooed. Raven nodded and giggled again. It was different to her usual laugh. It was..small. It sounded childish. But when she let herself laugh at Strat’s stupid behaviour she felt small, and carefree. Strat smiled at Raven. “You okay, kiddo?” He asked. Raven nodded, feeling smaller and smaller by the second. She got closer to Strat and wrapped her arms around him, resting her head on his chest. Strat smiled. Maybe Raven was regressing. Raven looked up at Strat with big, innocent eyes. “S’ okay, little one. I’m here..” he crooned. Raven nodded. “You’re awful quiet..” Strat murmured. Raven nodded again. She put her thumb in her mouth. “Ah-ah, baby. Use your binkie, come on. Can you do that for daddy?” Strat said. Raven nodded “mhm..okay, daddy..” she hummed. So much for not calling Strat “Daddy”.

They set up a schedule for when Raven would regress. Tuesdays, or whenever she really needed to. It was almost always the same, but Strat didn’t mind. Raven would curl up in Strat’s lap and pop a paci in her mouth. They would sit in a comfortable silence, sometimes raven would speak. But most of the time they were silent. Strat would coo over her sometimes. She started using more items. She started using bottles. It was comforting, being bottle fed. It was comforting, just laying back in her daddy’s arms while he cradled her as she drank her “baba”. The lost found out about Raven’s regression. They were really accepting. They would come see her sometimes. Raven was enjoying this whole “babying thing”. It helped her calm down. It helped her sleep, it helped with anything that was on her mind. She was coping. She wouldn’t have it any other way.

#age regression #agere headcanons #bat out of hell musical #bat out of hell #agere sfw #agere fic #bat out of hell agere

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xavierrx · 1 year

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❛ when you look at yourself, are you a man or a monster?

GENERAL DETAILS.

FULL NAME: xavier ramzi.

NICKNAME(S): x, ramzi.

AGE: thirty-seven.

DATE OF BIRTH: november 1st, 1984.

PLACE OF BIRTH: jersey city, new jersey.

CURRENT LOCATION: lancaster, arizona.

GENDER: cis male.

PRONOUNS: he/him.

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: heterosexual.

ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: heteromatic

RELIGION: none.

OCCUPATION: district attorney / sgt. at arms for the sinful ones.

EDUCATION LEVEL: juris doctor.

LIVING ARRANGEMENTS: three bedroom home outside of city limits.

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE, ETC.

FACECLAIM: zeeko zaki.

HAIR COLOR AND STYLE: dark. keeps it short.

EYE COLOR: dark brown.

EYESIGHT: 20/30.

HEIGHT: six foot, five inches.

WEIGHT: two hundred and twenty pounds.

BODY AND BUILD: athletic.

TATTOOS: none.

PIERCINGS: none.

CLOTHING STYLE: casual / business.

DISTINGUISHING CHARACTERISTICS: beard, eyes.

HEALTH.

MENTAL DISORDER(S): officially, none.

PHYSICAL DISORDER(S): none.

ALLERGIES: none.

SLEEPING HABITS: he doesn’t sleep much. too much stress.

EATING HABITS: likes to cook, rarely gets to. prefers cleaner takeout.

SOCIABILITY: charming when needed.

ADDICTIONS: none.

DRUG USE: none.

ALCOHOL USE: daily.

FAMILY, RELATIONSHIPS, ETC.

MOTHER: odion ramzi.

FATHER: zahara ramzi.

SPOUSE: florence razmi née ortiz.

BEST FRIEND:

EXES:

SIBLING(S): none.

PET(S):

KEY POINTS

trigger warnings: hint of a death threat.

Xavier grew up in a medium income home in Northern New Jersey. He looked over the river at New York City growing up and wondered if he’d ever make it there. It was a driving force behind everything he did. Growing up, he kept his head down. While other kids wanted to have fun, all he wanted was to learn.

He worked hard to stay at the top of his class. He volunteered wherever he could and even went as far as job shadowing a prosecutor from the DA’s office near his residence. His grades, volunteer work, shadowing, and his persuasive essays were enough to get him into NYU’s undergraduate program for law.

He did well, but when it came to law school, he surprised everyone when he announced that he would be attending the University of Arizona State over NYU’s law school. It wasn’t about going to the better school, but he wanted a fair chance at making a name for himself and he didn’t think he’d get that in New York.

After graduating law school, he relocated to New Mexico thanks to the state having reciprocity with Arizona. His first big challenge left him eager to accept. The DA told him it would make or break his career, but Xavier hadn’t known how much truth that was. After two weeks, he was sipping whiskey from a plastic cup in a one bedroom apartment when a knock at the door changed his life. They gave him two options: join their club or wish that he’d joined the club.

After that night, he was brought into the fold of the organization. At first, it was turning a blind eye to the petty criminal advances of the group. He didn’t like betraying his oath to uphold the law, but he chose to see the positive side of making changes.

After ten years of unofficial consult, he was offered a position. SGT. at arms. How could he say no to such a thing? Of course, it came at a cost. There were moves in play that required him to take yet another step up. The first time they mentioned him getting married to a woman he barely knew, he thought it was a joke, but soon enough, they tied the knot and had a role to play.

The job? This time, it was to Lancaster. Getting in the District Attorney’s office as Assistant District Attorney was the easy part. He played his role for a couple of months and like magic, the District Attorney decided it was time to step down, leaving the role up for grabs. He laid on the charm thick, promised himself to the people, and had a shining record to match his radiating smile. It was no surprise when the votes dropped and Attorney Ramzi was named the new head of the prosecutor’s office.

KEY POINTS

Connections page can be found here.

fellow law companions or enemies

coffee associate

enemies to friends

unlikely friends

neighbors

anyone from his past

#retaliation.intro #death threat tw

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bizibizi30 · 2 years

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Part 2 Pov y / n I get out of bed very slowly trying not to wake Florence, put my clothes back on the floor last night and go down to prepare breakfast. while I prepare some coffee and creps, I see the little dog from Florence approaching "hi billie, slept well darling? give me two seconds and I'll feed you". While I put the last creps on the plate and feed Billie I hear Florence go down the stairs "good morning love, I just finished preparing, come on and eat so later you can go to the airport" after an hour I have lots of kisses to say goodbye headed to my mother's house with billi and flo and left for the airport. Once inside the house y: "day but, all right? A "oh hello y / n yes all right I just accompanied your brothers to school. How did you go with Florence did you tell her everything?" "Yes mom, everything went well believe me I took a weight off my shoulders" "I imagine" "But these days I composed some songs would you like to listen to them?" "Yes, of course let's go to the studio upstairs" as soon as I told my mother I wanted to be a composer, she made me build a studio in the house. "Ah honey before I forget I want to know Florence as soon as possible" "Sure mami". Pov florence I got home a couple of hours ago and never sent to insist on why I broke up with zack, "mom I don't want to talk about this", "why not? You were a wonderful couple, apart from him you could have had many more job opportunities ". after this I look at her in shock, unable to answer her anymore, my father intervenes "stop it, you know that Florence does not need anyone to shine". "yes, I know, but I want to know why you broke up", I replied exasperatedly "because my mom cheated on me ….. But I don't want to continue talking about him, now I'm happy with another person", toby and raffie uralno at the same time "cosaaaa, who is she?", "then her name is Y / n Bn / r she is 21 years old and she is a composer" "oh my god I'm so happy for you" say toby and dad "She is cute?" asks raffie, then I decide to show him a picture of you, "oh my God but she's gorgeous", "I know" you answer. My mother looks at me and says "at least she's famous?", "I don't care about these things mom" "what do you know if she just wants to take advantage of your fame?" I say it's impossible, then he replies "we'll see in the future". Pov y/n About two hours ago Harry arrived at the house to double-check the last few things for the song we're producing together "come on y / n tomorrow night is the premier of" ETERNALS "you come too," "I don't know crazy she also proposed it to me but I would like to avoid the paparazzi", "you know that sooner or later they will discover you since you still live with her "" you're right tomorrow night I'll be there too ". "Hurray … Anyway how are you doing with Florence" "That's fine, she told me that in these days she would be talking to her family" "I'm happy" "Me too " "Y / n it's very late, I should get home for dinner today there are olivia's children" "okay, say hello to me all" "Yes, hello lightning" "Hi hazza". While I was saving all the recordings, I received a call from a number I do not know but I decide to answer anyway. "Hello, who is this?" "Hi I'm looking for y / n bn / r" replies a woman "yes it's me, what can I help you with?" "I'm the mother of Florence" I am shocked "hello sir, it's an honor to talk to you" "Let's skip these convenient, I want you to leave my daughter right away" "I think your daughter is old enough to make your own decisions don't you think?" "I know you're only with her for the fame" "Madam, believe me that we don't need fame" "if you don't leave it, I'll make sure you live leave it" "Okey, okay, do what you want, now I have to go my sister calls me, goodbye" And she hangs up without even answering, she knows that later I'll have to call flo to tell her everything. In the meantime my sister zahara will come in and tell her "zazi di a mami that tomorrow I'll be there too" "okey now I'm going to say it" "Thanks".

#florence pugh #angelina jolie #family #fanfics #harry style #florence pugh × reader #florence pugh × fem reader

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cassfries · 4 years

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damian: i… males… attractive

zahara: go on

damian: men.

zahara: you like men?

damian: yes.

#damian wayne #zahara rahal (my oc)#batfam #batfamily #robin #coming out #damian doesn’t know how to express emotions #he does not put a label on his sexuality #but he makes it clear he does NOT like women #“zahara how could you even think that?#“me? a heterosexual?#so he likes men

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iovejolie · 2 years

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I really really hope I'm not aggravating you but could you do an Angelina Jolie x Reader where they meet on the set of Eternals and just hit it off, oh, and the kids absolutely love reader, please? 🥺

Eternal love

you're definitely not bothering me !!

Masterlist

pairing .⭒ ۪ 𖥔 ˑ ִ ֗ angelina jolie x reader

summary .⭒ ۪ 𖥔 ˑ ִ ֗ you are apart of angelina’s jolies and lauren ridloff hair and make up staff on the set of eternals, lauren being one of your best friends tells you that angelina likes you but you don’t believe her.

warnings .⭒ ۪ 𖥔 ˑ ִ ֗ just fluff

lower case intended

A/N .⭒ ۪ 𖥔 ˑ ִ ֗ i don’t really know what day they started filming eternals but i know it was sometime in march 2019 or around there but i made up a date :). reader knows ASL btw because her and lauren have been friends forever. italics is when reader and lauren are having a conversation in sign language.

flashback

may, 19, 2019

it had been two months into filming the eternals and i worked in hair and makeup. more specific i did angelina jolie and lauren ridloff’s hair. lauren being my best friend recommended me.

angelina jolie had is one of the sweetest, prettiest women i’ve ever seen. she always nice to me, always complementing me. lauren said she thinks angelica has crush on me.

“im telling you y/n she likes you” lauren signed

“no she doesn’t you’re just making stuff up” i signed back.

“whatever, but i know what i’m talking about” lauren signed back as she got out of the chair.

seeing as i was finished with both of their heads i made my way out of the trailer to the snack room.

“hey, y/n wait up” you heard from behind you, it wasn’t a voice you’d heard before causing you to turn around.

turing around being greeted with four familiar faces. you knew who they were just couldn’t put a finger on it.

“do i know you guys?” you questioned

“we’re angelina’s kids, i'm pax, this is shiloh, zahara and knox” the one that called your name said.

“right, i knew i noticed you guys from somewhere.”

“yeah we wanted to talk to you about something” zahara said.

“what’s up?” you asked kinda scared.

“our mom she has what you would call a crush on you, and we’ve heard a little rumor that you like her too.” knox.

oh? how did that possibly become a rumor, unless? lauren she’s always telling stuff she shouldn’t be.

"so?"

"so we want you to ask her out" shiloh said.

"do you guys think that's a good idea"

"yes" they all said.

"ok i'll think about it"

"don't take to long" one of the said as they all turned around.

i probably just will ask her out.

2 days later

you decided today was the day, the day to ask angelina out on a date. you didn't even know if it would be a good thing what if she didn't like you back? well her kids say she does.

walking towards her trailer you knocked on her door. she opened the door.

"hey y/n whats up?"

"hey angelina i have a question?"

"oh okay, come in"

walking in the trailer you looked around, it was very clean and well decorated, there were lots of pictures of her and her kids.

"so what did you want to ask me" she said sitting down patting the spot for you to join her on the couch.

"so there is a little rumor going around that you have a crush on me" you said.

"yeah and there is one going around that you like me" she threw back.

you laughed, "yeah exactly, i was wonder if you wanted to go on a date with me?"

she didn't immediately respond, only looked you in the eyes.

after what felt like years of staring in her eyes, she finally broke eye contact, "sure, i don't see why not."

flashback over

present day

after you asked her out that day and went on a few dates with her, the two of you became a couple. you were very much in love with her.

your relationship with her kids was very strong.

"y/n, hello? you in there?" vivi asked waving her hand in your face.

"yes, i'm here, whats up?"

"nothing much just wanted to know if you wanted to watch movies with us?"

"of courses i do, is that even a question."

you along with all six of the kids and angelina, went to the living room and began watching movies, you were happy, this where you wanted to be.

#angelina jolie fanfic #angelina jolie #angelina jolie x you #angelina jolie x reader #thena eternals #thena #thena x y/n #thena x you #thena x reader #marvel #marvel cinematic universe #mcu x reader

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shiverrinqs · 2 years

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𝚄𝙽𝚃𝙸𝙻 𝚆𝙴 𝙼𝙴𝙴𝚃 𝙰𝙶𝙰𝙸𝙽

status , closed — @ilbuia

Yara took in the sight of a now-empty apartment. Most of her things were packed away waiting for her at Hotel Castillo upon her return. She had never thought she’d be this upset to leave him. There had been a time in her past, she’d been desperate to leave. Escape the man that saved her, that gave her a new life. But their goodbye had brought tears to her eyes. For as harsh and demanding as Fernando could be. He’d taught her how to live this life. Taught her that she could find joy and pleasure as an immortal: a child of the night. Even as he tried to convince her to let him send his own men out to look for him. If Knox was alive; she wanted her face to be the one he saw first. Someone he trusted and loved. This was her task and it didn’t matter how long it took, she would bring him home. Now there was just the matter of the letters. She had finished with Haylee’s and Daphne’s. Zander’s as well all three sat neatly on the countertop. Next to the gifts, she’d left them all. Something to hold onto, until they were united once more. There was just one left to write now. Taking a deep breath she sat back down. Took pen to paper and began.

Dearest Zahara,

I knew before even seeing your face, that you would walk in power and fire. The mother blessed me to carry you and your brother for as long as I could. Writing this, there is so much I want to say. So much to tell you. But those words are best-left face to face. Until I realized I don’t know if you even remember me. Remember the face of the woman with the cards, one that showed the brightness of pride. Watching you become the High Sage. I know my sister would be proud but I, my sweet girl am prouder. You have the beauty and grace that I always envision for you. The strength of will and conviction that come with our family name. In adversity, you held your head high. Learning and watching, perhaps even surpassing Zyler who taught you so much. That cared and looked after you when I could not. So I suppose, the first words should be that of sincere regret. For not coming to you sooner. For keeping away all these years. Whether the intent was pure; I took from you and your brother the opportunity to know the woman that carried you for those eight months. Took away the memories of songs, I would sing to you both while you were still inside of me. Protected by Her grace. Took away the chance to know the woman you probably only saw in pictures. And hear stories about. Fear drove me to stay away, the fear of putting you in harm's way. Of being used against your will or worst, being used to hurt me.

My death was a painful one, and watching you and your brother from afar more so. But I was selfish too even in my protection. Because the pain was so great the first time, I couldn’t bear to think of going through it again. So I didn’t think of your pain. Of wanting to know me, wanting that mother in your life. I pray to The Mother, even though I’m sure she doesn’t listen. That Zyler could be that mother figure. To a point I’m sure she was; the only mother you’ve both have known. And that was my doing, so from the bottom of my heart, my sweet, beautiful girl. I’m sorry. For writing this rather than coming to you, I could have rushed the stage. Hugged you, told you how proud I am of you. Instead, I write them, words to a page. Far less meaningful I know even with the same conviction...

Yara paused, raising her head back as the tears spattered on the page. Pulling a few of the letters into dark pools. She furiously wiped them away. Before continuing.

I wanted to celebrate with you, to see you take those first few steps as High Sage. But like so many first, I will regrettably have to miss them. One hundred and eighty years ago you lost a mother. But soon, you will have one again and I hope; a father that I’ve long since thought dead as well. I know you will have questions, that you won’t understand fully what is happening. But I promise that when I return all these questions and more will be answered. I swear on my life, that this isn’t goodbye my sweet girl. In the bag, I’ve left you some things. I also left something for your brother as well. I know you don’t need them but if you could wear them, I would be so grateful.

And before I end this egregiously long letter. I will leave you will some words that a dear friend of mine once left me. You have always been my home, you and Zander. Even being apart for so long, you were never far from my mind and heart. There is a bond that a mother has with her children, one that I’ve cherished even as I hid in the shadows.

Please, don’t hide. Never let fear control you to the point that you don’t live each day in your power and grace. You have so much potential and I look forward to watching it all unfold before my eyes when we return. Till then, lead our people with compassion and conviction. Show those who might use dark inclination against you all and prove that there is light and grace from Her. Because you are Her vessel the conduit of Her will, protect them and She will protect you all. I am so happy to have seen this day come for you. And I long for the day till I can embrace you and Zander both. until then my daughter, of fire and will. Please be safe, We will be home soon. Love always, Zoya Fane

#°◦— the soothsayer ::#𝚄𝙽𝚃𝙸𝙻 𝚆𝙴 𝙼𝙴𝙴𝚃 𝙰𝙶𝙰𝙸𝙽 // SELF PARA #°◦— zoya fane/ yara clementine #// WHY AM I CRYING!!

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kazoosandfannypacks · 1 year

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"Wishing it Wasn't" by kazoosandfannypacks

Chapter 9/18: Reflections Pairing: CaptainSwan Rating: General Word Count: (1.1K/19.5K) Summary: Season 2 Canon Divergence: When Neal tells Emma he has a fiancée, she claims to have a new boyfriend of her own, and blurts out the first fairytale name she can think of: Captain Hook. Killian agrees to this ruse, but when feelings grow between the two, will the con be more than they can handle? Chapter Summary: Emma and Killian separately reflect on their evening together. Tags: season 2, canon divergence, gun violence in later chapters, angst with a happy ending, fake dating, mild character death, mildly anti neal Author's notes: >:} Taglist: @zahara @kmomof4 @jonesfandomfanatic @booksteaandtoomuchtv @jrob64 @tiganasummertree @anmylica @teamhook @undercaffinatednightmare @gingerchangeling @lonelyspectator @caught-in-the-filter @ultraluckycatnd @cs-rylie @pirateprincessofpizza @pawshapedheart [if you'd like to be added to or removed from this list, hmu in my dms or askbox!]

Also on Ao3!

"Thanks for everything." Emma said, parking the car by the docks.

"My pleasure." He hadn't looked at her since she kissed him, and he wasn't breaking that streak now.

He unbuckled his seatbelt and reached for his door, but she hit the auto door lock before he could, trying to smooth things out before he left.

"Hook," She said softly, placing her hand on his arm, "I shouldn't have done that, should I have?"

"What?" He asked.

"I shouldn't've kissed you." Emma said. "I crossed a line. I'm sorry."

"We did what we set out to do, Swan." He said, and he slightly twisted his arm out of her grip. "You've sufficiently proven to Neal that he made the wrong choice."

"Right." Emma said. She unlocked his car door. "Want me to walk you back to your ship?"

"I think I can manage."

"Oh, your jacket." Emma said, almost forgetting she was wearing it for how natural it felt to be wearing it.

"Keep it 'til tomorrow." He said. "Give it back to me when they're around."

It seemed like a good plan, but he said it so deadpan, monotone, almost upset- not nearly the same man he'd been twenty minutes ago.

"Alright." Emma said. "Goodnight, Killian."

"Goodnight." He said, almost coldly, not even bracketing it with a "Swan," or a "love," or even an "Emma."

Without another word, he left the car, left Emma sitting there, alone with her thoughts. They'd done what they wanted to do- they'd made Neal jealous, they'd kept up the ruse, they'd proven she's just as well off without him.

But the problem was she'd had fun doing it. She actually had a great time that night, once or twice even forgetting that their date was just fake. But then at the end, should she really have kissed him, just to make Neal jealous? Even if that didn't cross the line, kissing him again after she knew they were gone? That definitely did.

But Emma had to remind herself this is Captain Hook. His reputation preceded him- rumors floating around said he knew the names of the bar wenches in every port in the realm, that he'd never met a girl who didn't succumb to his charm, that he went through women faster than he did bottles of rum- and she knew how quickly he burned through bottles of rum.

She watched in her rearview mirror as he walked back down the docks, onto his invisible ship, and disappeared from view.

Had David been right? Had she neglected to be careful with Killian's emotions? He seemed like he was really enjoying himself with her- until she kissed him, that was.

She pulled his jacket just a bit tighter around her shoulders.

"That kiss was awful for him." She thought, her mind racing but the town standing still. "Why shouldn't it be? He's a pirate. He doesn't care about me. He doesn't like me. Because if he did, why would he get so upset when I kissed him?"

The only reason she saw that he had to be so upset by her kiss was if he didn't feel the same way about her. He'd flirted with her because he flirts with everyone, he'd pretend courted her tonight so she didn't throw him in jail, and, much like many men she'd met, he would only follow his interests in her to the brink of commitment- anything more than that would be too much for him- and Emma had started to cross that line.

She sighed as she eventually started the car.

"David was right." Emma thought. "I played with fire and I got burned."

She tried to shift her focus to other things- Cora and Regina being in town, the stranger who'd come in just before she left, trying to keep the secrets of the town from him, and from Tamara.

But still, that little voice in the back of her head was antagonizing, berating her, bogging her down with insecurities, reminding herself of her place, her place as the only woman in all the realms who could scare off the notorious Captain Hook.

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"Does she know she's the only thing on my mind right now?" The notorious Captain Hook thought as he watched her drive away from his vantage point on The Jolly Roger. He was thankful she couldn't see him, that she hadn't been able to see how he'd turned back to watch her as soon as he was cloaked, how he stayed there until she'd disappeared too.

He looked up at the sky as he walked the gangplank, hoping to take familiar comfort in the constellations he often used to navigate- then remembered he was in a land with entirely different stars.

Everything in this land felt different, in an almost intimidating way. Hard roads designed to be used by vehicles that move so fast they can break a rib. Deep fried seafood. Food that comes in pre packaged boxes. Short jackets, short skirts- not that they were a bad thing, of course, just not quite what he was used to.

And yet, whenever he was with Swan, he couldn't help but feel like he was used to her. There was something about her that felt so safe to him, like a harbor, like The Jolly Roger, like….

He put his head in his hands as he sat on the steps to the forecastle deck.

There was something about Emma Swan that felt like a home.

He sighed as he pulled out his flask, knowing that no matter how he saw her, it couldn't change how she saw him.

"I'm just a pirate in her eyes." Killian thought. "I'm just a means to an end. She's just using me to get to Neal."

Killian had a hard time reconciling in his mind that the man he'd sat across from in the restaurant was the same kid who'd once stood on the deck of his ship, threatening Killian's life when he thought he was the one who'd killed Milah.

"What's become of you, Baelfire?" Killian whispered. "Where's that kid who just wanted to be a hero?

All that Baelfire ever wanted was a family- and as much as Killian tried to deny it, he really was the one who tore apart Bae's first family. He felt like he owed it to that boy he once knew to not wreck his chances this time, that if an opportunity came up for Emma and Henry to be Neal's family again, that he owed that much to him, just a fighting chance, without a devilishly handsome pirate standing in the way.

"It's better that way." Killian thought. "Swan deserves better than me."

And he looked up at the unfamiliar stars, he found himself silently hoping that Neal could be that man for her.

#once upon a time fanficton #cs fanfic #captain swan #killian jones #emma swan #once upon a time #ouat #season 2 #canon divergence #kazzy writes

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ellaenchanting · 3 years

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Hypnovember 2020 Master List

Now that I have awoken from my post-Hypnovember nap, it’s time to post my 2020 Master List! in comparison to last year’s entries, a lot of stories this year delved more into either more intense kinks or more of my intense personal feelings than my stories last year did. Sometimes writing stories is a bit like reading my own tarot cards in that way- letting an ambiguous prompt roll around in my subconscious and sometimes being surprised or amused or even slightly unsettled by what it turns into. I hope you will find something in this group of works that soothes you, that turns you on, that intrigues you, and that most of all provokes a response. If you do, I’d absolutely love to hear about it. :)

Copying one of my favorite @jukeboxemcsa ideas, I’ve also included a HypnoBS rating for every work about how realistic the hypnosis/mind control is in each work (IMHO). In this ranking, 1 means to is absolute bullshit and 5 is a normal Tuesday night (for someone).

Icons- 📰- story. 🔊- audio 💻- technology 😍- romantic 🌈- queer 😴- regular ole’ hypnosis 🛀- brainwashing and/or character in tub 👻- spooky 🐈- at least one happy pussy ❓- bad or reeeally questionable consent 👨‍🔬 -science! 🤪 -crackfic #-#sceneideas 😭-feeeels ⭐-author’s personal favorites

Day 1: Instant M/f 📰 😴🐈#😭

Choice quote: “Sean chuckled as he moved in closer. And closer. ‘I thought you wanted to know what it was like to be hypnotized, sweetheart. To follow suggestions? To have someone else take control? It’s not real control if I’m doing something you already wanted, now is it?”

HypnoBS- 5. Read the whole thing but- IMHO totally plausible.

Fun Fact- These are the same characters from last year’s Day 5: Poison.

Day 2: Coils F/m 📰 😴 💻 👨‍🔬

Choice quote: “Daniel rolled his eyes. ‘I bet you could hypnotize me with a bar of soap if you wanted to. That still doesn’t make me like spirals.’”

HypnoBS- 5. Maybe 4 because I don’t love the induction but- maybe you will? Also- oh no poor Daniel is so conditioned that he’ll go under to anything Jamie does! How hard for him. :(

Day 3: Staged Hypnosis (Stage) F/f 📰 😴 🌈 🛀 ❓

Choice quote: “No one needed to know she was a plant. A confederate. A stooge.”

HypnoBS- 1.5. This would collapse like a house of cards. It’s a fun concept though.

Day 4: Psychic F/nb 📰 😴 🌈 😍 👨‍🔬⭐

Choice quote: “Something about the hypnosis- being in and out of each other’s heads and in and out of each other’s bodies all weekend- made her feel like she and Tris had merged in some way. Like there was a new, deeper understanding between them now- a telepathic bond.”

HypnoBS- 5. Maybe a 4.5 if you’re recognizing some nre magical thinking here. But- I’ve definitely had this feeling and this kind of experience- and I hope some of you have had it/will have it as well. :)

Day 5: Visor F/multiple 📰 😴 🛀 💻 👨‍🔬 🤪#

Choice quote: “Besides, everyone knew stormtroopers were kinky.”

HypnoBS- 4.5. Some of the exact details would need to be changed and thought through more thoroughly, but I absolutely believe you could do something like this if you wanted to. (And if you do, you definitely have to let me know. I know some of y’all out there go to Dragoncon.)

Day 6: Pendulum F/y’all 🔊😴 👨‍🔬

Choice quote: This is a trick I first learned from a science book I read in 5th grade.

HypnoBS- 5. The real thing.

Day 7: Song Aliens/the human race 📰 💻 👻❓

Choice quote: “Anna didn’t know what she was singing.”

HypnoBS- 1. I hope. Why do the song based stories always turn out so creepy?

Day 8: Performance unknown/f 📰 👻❓😴# ⭐

Choice quote: “With each snap, the gears inside her doll body click click click clicked into action. She turned, jerky but graceful. She was determined to do well. “

HypnoBS- 5 (if part of a fearplay scene, which is my headcanon for this story)

Day 9: (Hot Under the) Collar F/f 📰 😴🛀🌈 🐈#⭐

Choice quote: “She was wearing her collar. She was aroused. It was as simple as that.“

HypnoBS- 5 With time, I think you could do this. Maybe a 4.5 for the 30 minutes thing- that might lead to a bit too much cramping.

Day 10: Gentle 🔊😴

Choice quote: “Just look into the spiral....”

HypnoBS- 5. I hope.

Day 11: Summoning Sappho (Summon) eventual F/f I hope 📰 😴🌈 🤪

Choice quote: “In fact, the only ideas left to try on their brainstorming board included ‘sexy alien invasion’, ‘sexy witches’, and this. Shockingly, at this point a sexy seance seemed the most practical.”

HypnoBS-1. Although stay tuned for Femme Flirt 2021.

Day 12: Plants unknown/m 📰 😴🛀#

Choice quote: “If he focused, Chris could feel that new suggestion also growing stronger and stronger, becoming more and more firmly rooted inside of him. “

HypnoBS- 5, with the right person

Day 13: Artifact F/f 📰 😴🛀🌈 👨‍🔬 ❓

Choice quote: “She fumbled through the contents when suddenly her hand found something unexpected from her past.A red lipstick tube. An artifact.”

HypnoBS- 4? There’s different ways of reading this story, but my headcanon is that the consent here is pretty dubious.

Day 14: Tail M/f 📰 😴🛀❓👻#

Choice quote: “It was no use. She could sense her tail was still behind her. She couldn’t shake him. She should have known he’d come for her.“

HypnoBS- Let’s say 2. Although I think this could work really well for a fearplay scene in an appropriate setting (where someone wasn’t actually left unmonitored with extreme paranoia).

Day 15: Serve F/m 📰 😴#⭐

Choice quote: “He had put his heart and soul into the dish.They were hers now.”

HypnoBS- As a scene? 5 (depending on the person). As a long term effect, much lower.

Day 16: Memory F/f 📰 😴 🛀🌈 😍

Choice quote: “Mesmera waited for Galaxy Girl at the door.”

HypnoBS- 4, you could do an induction along these lines but -1 for psychic powers

Fun Fact: These characters were originally featured in last year’s Day 19: Hideout.

Day 17: Toy F/f m/f 📰 😴 🛀🌈🐈 #

Choice quote: “Dolly hated to have Bad Manners. “

HypnoBS- 4.5. This is pretty deep into headspace, but I wouldn’t want to rule it out for the right person.

Day 18: Monster m/f 📰 😴 ❓😭⭐

Choice quote: “That kind of stuff wasn’t fair to think about here. It wasn’t everyone else’s fault that she was so warped.”

HypnoBS- 5. Ouch my heart. Poor young!Ella.

Day 19: Eyes M/m 📰 😴 🌈 😍

Choice quote: “Scott looked into his partner Brandon’s eyes. Brandon had hypnotized him so many times over the years in so many ways but- this was one of Scott’s favorites.”

HypnoBS- 5. Especially in a long term relationship like this. (In my pretend Hypnovember universe, these guys are some of the patriarchs of the hypnokinky convention scene and absolutely wonderful advice givers.)

Fun fact: The story of how these characters originally got together is in last year’s Day 12: Stage story.

Day 20: Possession F/f 📰 😴 🌈 😍😭

Choice Quote- “Things that were hard to do for herself during these times became easier to do as something owned by Thadra. Taking a shower. Getting up and going to bed at the right time. Making sure she ran once a day. Making sure she ate.”

HypnoBS- Errr....4 trending upwards. Although for this to be safe and healthy you’d really need to be checking in with a therapist and working on your continuing mental health at the same time (IMHO). Please do not get relationship advice from my porn.

Day 21: Snaps 🔊😴👨‍🔬

Choice Quote- “No, that one was up.”

HypnoBS- 5. I’m not sure quite how this translates to audio but this is the kind of shenanigans I pull with friends all of the time.

Day 22: Restrict F/f 📰 😴 🌈 🐈👨‍🔬

Choice quote: “’Hmm. By ‘weird’ do you mean ‘hot’?’ asked Zahara, lounging above her on the couch. Nikki nodded. She definitely meant hot. “

HypnoBS- 2. A month is a long time and this is a strong reaction. But- maaaaaybe would work for a bit, especially within these boundaries?

Day 23: Villain there’s a m and a f 📰 🛀👨‍🔬❓#

Choice quote: “They had been planning against that damned do-gooder reporter Lizzy Lampost for months and now they were about to finally have her in their clutches. “

HypnoBS-1. But you’re not reading this one for realism, are you?

Day 24: Drink F/f 📰 😴👨‍🔬🌈 😍

Choice quote: “’Leah,’ she said. ‘I’ve found a drinking game! This might be fun! Want to try it?’”

HypnoBs- 5. With the right person. (That part of the end might be a bit harder.)

Day 25:Worship: F/m 📰 🛀🌈

Choice quote: “After all, it wasn’t the time to work right now. It was time to worship his Mistress’s cock.”

HypnoBS- Someone on AO3 told me this fic just wrecked them. Lucky that person- this one’s a 5. Maybe not with everyone, but an awful lot of people should be able to do an awful lot of the activities in this story. :)

Day 26: Fey M/f 📰😴 😭⭐

Choice quote: “Humans do not know the spells they weave.”

HypnoBS- 1 Only true in that metaphorical way. (So- really, really true. But not factual.)

Day 27: Recording F./m 📰 🛀❓👻#

Choice quote: “It’s a recording, he reminded himself. “She’s not there. No one is there.”

HypnoBS- 2 At least, I don’t know how to make this happen (outside of a consensual scene).

Day 28: Obsession M/F 📰 🛀😍👨‍🔬

Choice quote: “Some guys had cars. Some had computer systems. Some had home brewing. But Mark’s obsession was Julia.“

HypnoBS- Oh gosh. Errr...2.5? Hard to say.

Fun Fact: This started as a one-sided scenario, then it changed, then it felt really hot, now it feels like a sweet silly sitcom premise. (If you want to read some episode synopses of this hypothetical sitcom, there are some brilliant ones here! Also- feel free to send me more!)

Day 29: Helpless F/m 📰😴😍

Choice quote: “’I want to be helpless,’ he replied. Juan felt his headspace changing. He threw himself into that feeling, trusting Josie to take the reins.“

HypnoBS- 5. Not a scene log, but pretty much How I Top.

Day 30: Awaken 🔊😴👨‍🔬

Choice quote: “Aaaaaand-awaken!”

HypnoBS- 5 Hypnotist BS- also a 5

Thank you all for reading these! Thank you especially to everyone who reblogged, wrote me comments, and generally supported me through this past month. I’m going to specifically single out @daja-the-hypnokitten, @wellgnawed, and @spiralturquoise for the encouragement- y’all are the best. :) I know this is a long post, but I’d really appreciate reblogs of it!

Also, I didn’t have time to contribute myself but- if you donate to Hypnokink for Trans Lives, let me know and I’ll write you an epilogue for any of these stories that you choose.

#Hypnovember 2020 #master post #me/my accomplishments #thank you all again for reading!#seeing people actually liking my stuff gives me a ton of energy to keep going #<3 #19746 words and almost an hour of audio #an entire month of my life :P #not a novel but definitely a novella

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butwhatifidothis · 3 years

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Am I the only one who thought timeskip would occur after the void during their first run? I feel like if you rearrange some chapters going to magical void kinda makes more sense/flows better than byleth fell off a cliff. There is also the drama of the whole class watching it happen and not seeing them till 5 years later.

You’re not!! I totally thought the same!! Cuz like one of the few things I knew about 3H coming into it was that there was a timeskip and when Byleth got yoinked into the void I was like “oh so this is where it happens?” cuz I didn’t think they’d just be like “here is the immediate resolution to this issue that involves erasing the most interesting thing about Byleth for 99% of the rest of the game”

Hell, the only things that happen after that are the Holy Tomb and the battle at Garreg Mach, which don’t really need Byleth tbh? Rhea can more than handle the forces in the Holy Tomb and things go ass-up at the battle at Garreg Mach anyway even with Byleth there. Imagine how different 3H could have been if Byleth and Sothis had used the five years to find a way for both of them to escape the Zaharas spell without fusing! IMAGINE SOTHIS DURING CF AND SS omg

#ask #anon #exqueueses me princess #Edelgard going ''I will destroy that false Goddess and her minions!'' and Sothis goin' like ''👀👀�� maybe don't plz''#Sothis remembering Rhea and Seteth and Flayn!!!

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elfyourmother · 3 years

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you know...even in that long ass post I never even talked about how cosplay totally fucked with my head wrt gender also

my partner in crime was my white passing mixed white German/South Asian best friend and if I didn’t know anything about misogynoir or colorism before we started cosplaying together I sure found out quick. She absolutely got the lion’s share of attention regardless of what costumes we had on. I didn’t begrudge her the attention, she was a sweetheart and very talented—she made all our stuff.

But folk used to sometimes knock me over to get photos of her at events. Like literally they would step directly in front of me, as if I wasn’t standing there talking to her. Sometimes people would literally ask me to take photos of them with her—even when we were clearly part of a group cosplay, characters from the same show, etc. After a while I felt like her handmaiden or retainer, there to carry her things or something. And she was totally oblivious to all of it—the one time I very timidly brought it up, she said it was because I needed to build my self-confidence like she did and watch Top Model to learn how to pose etc etc. As if I could build any kind of self confidence when people literally treated me as if I were invisible.

One night when we were hanging out, after we’d seen Bebe Zahara Benet perform at a local gay bar and were walking along the West Side Highway drunk af, she was going on about how I should cosplay more dudes because I would make such a gorgeous boy, like I was a bishounen, and another drunk ass acquaintance with us was co-signing her (this other person is toxic af and has always been insanely jealous of me for reasons I still don’t understand).

I know she didn’t mean anything cruel by it, quite the opposite, but it severely hurt me and I didn’t realize just how badly it did until just now as I’m recalling it and I’m literally crying remembering it like the pain is fresh, even though this happened well over 10 years ago

in her ignorance she didn’t understand how loaded a statement that was. She crossplayed before like it was nbd. But no one would ever question her womanhood out of the costume, not with her hourglass figure and vast tracts of land and long hair and striking blue eyes. No one treated her like Unwoman or Off-Brand Girl when the binder came off. It was just a costume.

(The one time I did crossplay it was Duo Maxwell—my fave Gundam Wing pilot—and I was hounded the whole day by 1x2 shippers and 1 Heero crossplayer specifically to the point I was deeply uncomfortable. This was the era of “free hugs!” and glomping and yaoi paddles at cons. We were years from Cosplay is Not Consent, and needed it very badly.)

meanwhile I was tall, flat chested, dark skinned. the “opposite” of girl according to everyone ever. so ofc I had no business playing at being one. real women had curves after all. To me, my friend’s statement was co-signing that, banishing me to the wastes on Unwoman, where I really belonged, even if she didn’t mean it that way. It felt like she was agreeing with everyone who ever stepped over me to bask in her feminine glory.

nobody at the Ren Faires we frequently looked anything like me and so I would wear pants and be a pirate even though I desperately wanted the bodices and flowery skirts and Elizabethan gowns. It was very much Not For Me, I was told subtly and not. so I tried to fit myself in the space where I belonged. I hated how I looked in feminine Ren garb because of it—I still hate my body and prolly always will at this point in my life. I hate the idea that it can and should limit my expression and presentation.

And I realize it’s why I react so viscerally to androgyny being forced on me and why I don’t think I’m “really” a dude—if I’m not 100% a woman, it’s mixed with something else entirely. I don’t like it being imposed on me because of other people’s expectations any more than I liked my mom forcing me into dresses when I was a kid. maybe one day I’ll feel comfortable with it, the way I eventually embraced femininity with a vengeance when I discovered the goth scene and chose it on my own terms in my own way. In theory, divorced from all this, I don’t have an inherent problem w it—I have always gravitated toward gnc men, and maybe there’s a little gender envy there? But for me it can’t be divorced from all this, and feels too irrevocably tied up in misogynoir.

#gender (and the holograms)#body image cw #I honestly quit cosplaying bc it fucked w my self esteem in ways I am still recovering from #which is one of the reasons I despise That Picture blowing up like it did #it’s a constant reminder of all that

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