#I may have made the same post only yesterday or the day before too

[definitelyuseless]

*yet another post about how annoying the people on here are with their shit takes where the whole thing is all too bloody petty to even complain*

#I may have made the same post only yesterday or the day before too

[despairots]

miles 42 and miles 1610 are twins and fight over reader and try to impress her and stuff

━━━━━━━━ talk about first impressions.

earth1610! miles morales x gn! reader x earth42! miles morales. fluff and warning, there’s some suggestive comments from grown adults. i started this yesterday but im posting once/twice a day until i burn myself out from writing and deleting requests. reader is like peni parker. ignore the description, my brain was idk.

please remember that in my last oneshot, earth 1610 miles will be spiderman and earth 42 miles will be the prowler, the two are vigilantes, keep that in mind. also you’re an anarchist lolsies!!1!1! the spanish translation might not be accurate. leaving this on a cliffhanger too LMFAO. you’re always an anarchist in these oneshots.

where the morales twins can’t help but fall for the technology nerd who can do a lot of things, trying to impress you and gift you stuff in public, and with you, obviously being a talented person, you apparently have a lot of admirers, especially weird, old, strange adults.

you sighed in embarrassment at the two morales twins trying one up eachother with giving gifts to you or impressing you. some people would call you lucky, some would be jealous of you.

being fought over the two most attractive guys in brooklyn vision who may look the same but act like polar opposites is a nightmare.

the two may be extremely smart and artistic but they for sure, had different personalities.

miles morales is smart and passionate, committed to others before himself. he has a lot of love for science and art, which he got from his mother, making inventions since he was younger.

the two are both suckers for music, mixing beats as a hobby with their uncle aaron when they were younger.

miles is sociable around crowds, as even when he struggled to fit in after moving to brooklyn vision, would often start conversations with those he came across on the street.

though many of his acts are selfless, mikes is partly driven by low self-confidence in his own abilities, feeling smaller than he is.

since becoming spiderman, miles is extremely eager to help others. this is as much to his credit as it is to his detriment, as he will often put himself in grave, life-threatening danger, in his quest to protect his friends and those he cares about.

myles morales, on the other hand, may also be smart but he’s closed off only being carefree with you and his twin brother. he also has a lot of love for art, spray painting with his brother.

myles isn’t one to talk, again, he’s closed off and usually upholds a stoic persona, opposed to his brother who doesn’t have a problem showing how passionate and cheerful he is.

with him being the prowler, and technically being labeled as ‘spidermans rival’, ignoring that the prowler is his own being. he had a strong morality of protecting his family and you after his father had died.

to which leads him also going into life-threatening dangers.

“[name], do you have any idea how lucky you? like, i would die to be in your spot!” you rolled your eyes at that sentence, “then do it.” your snark reply made a few people in the hallway snicker.

now back to you, [name] [lastname], the robot-technology-hacking loving nerd that grew with the morales twins and them fighting over you, it’s not something that’s lucky.

that constantly one-upped eachother to gain your attention, to the point they wouldn’t HESITATE to embarrass eachother in front of you along with literally fighting who got the best present for you.

it didn’t help since you liked both of them, i mean, how couldn’t you not like them? they were literally labeled ‘most attractive boys alive’ and their personality didn’t help, why do you think you fell deeply in love?

“i got the best gift-“

“i did!”

your bestfriend, gwen stacy, sneaked her arm around you, “i obviously did.” she gave you a smug looked as you sighed in your hands with embarrassment, remembering the time you two accidentally kissed (more like pecked eachother on the lip).

you two vowed to never talk about that again but since that was two years ago, you guys are all 15 by the way, which you guys were 13 by the time she stole your first kiss.

the morales twins didn’t like that, uhh, next!

“ahora no es el momento, gwen.” you muttered, expressing massive stress from the two and the welcomed gwen, “i — uh, failed spanish.” you made a ‘that’s-the-point-‘ look.

“siempre suenas bien hablando en español.” myles commented, shooing gwen’s arm off your shoulder and throwing his arm over yours instead.

“get apagado de [nombre], myles.” miles rolled his eyes and scoffed at his twin, “at least i get an a+ in spanish.” miles gasped at the comment with offence.

“this is why you’re failing science, estúpido!”

“estoy siendo peleado por gemelos estúpidos.” you pinched the bridge of your nose before sneaking out between the twins quarrel, heading over to foam party.

did i mention that you won awards and was on the news for making a working robot suit and finding out how to time travel?

mutters and comments were heard in the coffee shop, irritating your already bad headache. ‘i hate society.’ you rubbed your temples, before ordering your drink and waited.

apparently those minutes of waiting, you got… weird, suggestive comments from grown adults. your face scrunched up every time they said something about you.

“that shirt really compliments your curves.”

you’re were just 15.

“you’ll find a person just like me.”

they were in their late 30s.

“how ‘bout instead of wasting your pretty little time in this coffee shop, you come to my place.”

you just wanted your coffee.

“can i get your number?”

stop.

“you’re really sexy.”

stop it.

they tried grabbing your hand.

“i’ll treat you better.”

stop it. they tried kissing your hand before someone clocked them in the face, “aren’t you an adult, man?” miles’ voice was heard beside your ear as he tried comforting you.

myles rubbed his knuckles with a grossed look on his face. they saw that they were harassing you as you tried to move away from them, worst thing yet, nobody tried to do anything.

they saw what was happening but didn’t help, god they really hated adults.

“acércate a ellos, y será mucho peor que un puñetazo en la cara.” they ran off, myles grabbed your order as the three of you left. it was quiet, too quiet for your looking.

“i could’ve handled that y’know—“ miles handed you a box, opening it to which showed a necklace with a charm that was your hacker logo. you could feel the myles’ eye twitched.

“remember i got [name] a car—“

“shut the hell up, man!”

[name] after the morales twins keep giving them money and gifts.

#kaz. 💫 #miles morales #spiderman #spiderman across the spiderverse #earth 1610 miles morales #earth 1610 miles morales x reader #earth 1610 miles #earth 1610 #earth 42 #earth 42 miles morales #earth 42 miles morales x reader #earth 42 miles #spider man: across the spider verse #spiderman into the spiderverse #spider gwen #gwen stacy #fluff

[sunlightmurdock]

this is your psa to just be a kind person and respect other people tysm

okay so after being subposted about a lot, I just wanted to clear some things up on my end because this was not random and I literally refuse to be made the villain here.

About a month ago, I was sent an anon about some similarities between my fic Blow by Blow and another creator’s series of drabbles. I messaged this creator calmly and we had a really nice conversation where we both agreed that lines get blurred sometimes and it’s easy to forget if you were potentially inspired by another fic you had read a while ago.

So, they had read Blow by Blow and still followed me at this point. But, they acknowledged the similarities and apologised. I was more than happy to continue with my life bc who cares.

Then, I received another anon about the same creator but about similarities between another of their series of drabbles and my fic Trouble in Paradise. I took a look for myself, and it was astounding. Upset, I blocked them. After a really upsetting day yesterday, I published that anon. I have since taken it down because exposing their name didn’t feel like the right thing to do at that point…

But, after they made a series of subposts last night claiming to have never heard of me or read any of my works, I’ve had enough to be honest. I have screenshots of this person in the likes of that fic. Even if they haven’t read the whole thing, they posted two chapters to their drabble Masterlist that were strikingly similar to chapter 1 of Trouble in Paradise, which they have liked and read. One of those chapters has since been deleted (I can only imagine why).

I reached out to them this morning explaining the situation and giving them an opportunity to talk to me, but they decided to block me instead, so here are:

similarities from the not stolen fic from a creator who has never heard of me or this work, theirs highlighted in purple while the original work (mine) is highlighted in pink. If you’ve read trouble in paradise, you may also spot some more underlying similarities. sorry in advance for the long post 🙄

so the premise of their drabble plays out exactly like the second half of Trouble in Paradise 0.1. reader is wearing the exact same thing. male mc is a stranger to the island, who on his first day has found someone exciting, happy and much younger. description of the bedroom is also looking eerily similar… they are both bartenders, who after a shift drive the male mc back to their place.

So in this realm, we can see that the dialogue is not only the exact same but once again, the reader is wearing the exact same thing and performing the same actions.

and here we have their Drabble ending the exact same way my chapter does, with the dialogue being nearly word for word the same.

I am not claiming to own the silly girl on an island trope, but after specifically speaking to this creator before about another one of my fics which had wayyyy too many similarities of theirs to be a coincidence, and them apologising, I thought we were beyond this. This creator then claimed to have never heard of me or my work.

I have screenshots of them in the likes of this fic, I know that they read at least the beginning, which is where the similarities start and end as far as I’m aware. Up until I blocked them, they had followed me for 11 months. This is the second time I have had an issue with them, after handling the first privately.

It’s really upsetting 1. not only to have had the premise of my stories rewritten by someone else but 2. for them to pretend that they have never heard of me when we have had conversations, and when I have screenshots of them interacting with my fics.

@devinedoll not really cool

[vickyvicarious]

Last night the Count asked me in the suavest tones to write three letters, one saying that my work here was nearly done, and that I should start for home within a few days, another that I was starting on the next morning from the time of the letter, and the third that I had left the castle and arrived at Bistritz. I would fain have rebelled, but felt that in the present state of things it would be madness to quarrel openly with the Count whilst I am so absolutely in his power; and to refuse would be to excite his suspicion and to arouse his anger. He knows that I know too much, and that I must not live, lest I be dangerous to him; my only chance is to prolong my opportunities. Something may occur which will give me a chance to escape. I saw in his eyes something of that gathering wrath which was manifest when he hurled that fair woman from him. He explained to me that posts were few and uncertain, and that my writing now would ensure ease of mind to my friends; and he assured me with so much impressiveness that he would countermand the later letters, which would be held over at Bistritz until due time in case chance would admit of my prolonging my stay, that to oppose him would have been to create new suspicion. I therefore pretended to fall in with his views, and asked him what dates I should put on the letters.

Not to quote almost the entire entry at y'all, but... Last night, the Count asked this. So the evening of the same day that Jonathan viewed the broken doorframe and found absolute proof that his fears are indeed true, that his sanity is intact and the nightmare is real.

I made a somewhat premature post yesterday talking about how it was sad that Jonathan's words about "acting accordingly" with this confirmation are disproven or at least made very sad by the long gap following this entry. That it proves he can't think of any safe actions to take in the face of this increased threat, that he hardly even tries out of fear of making things even worse, and so his only possible action is to wait. But I'd somehow forgotten this entry happened immediately after, and it makes the buildup to that decision even worse.

First and most obviously, in that it gives Jonathan a definite timeline. (Well, as definite as can be, if you subscribe to him losing track of time - that would make things even worse for him.) On the one hand, he can presume that hopefully he will live that long, but on the other he's almost guaranteed not to live beyond that time, at least if circumstances don't change.

But also... last night. Jonathan didn't even get a single day to consider a new plan of action before he was forced into another tense moment of having to decide 'play along or not'. And he hesitates this time! This newest demand is so blatant and so huge that Jonathan almost breaks! This is apparent both in the "I would fain have rebelled..." line but also in the line following Jonathan's justifications for not rebelling in the end. I've bolded it above. Dracula starts to get angry.

Dracula started out this conversation in his "suavest tones." He usually gets extra charming when trying to get Jonathan to agree to some new restriction, so that's nothing new. And usually Jonathan plays it smart and goes along with it. He did now too, in the end. But he hesitated this time, probably wrestling back his fear and outrage long enough to think through all the reasons he gives above not to speak up. He waits long enough that Dracula starts to get mad. He knows Jonathan knows, and knows Jonathan knows he knows. That's been true since the beginning, and usually the layers of fear and knowledge are fun for Dracula to the point that he seems to savor them. But this time he saw that he had almost pushed too far too soon. He saw Jonathan teetering on the edge of ruining everything, of admitting the truth and forcing an end to this delicious anticipatory game, and he started to get pissed off about it. Sure, he carried on through the conversation, kept assuring "with much impressiveness" but the fact that he had to annoyed him greatly. He knows Jonathan knows, which means that Jonathan should know better. The whole fun is that he does know better usually. Dracula doesn't want this to end, was very firm just a couple days ago that he isn't done with his Jonathan yet; if Jonathan were to say "no" to him that would end it, and he would immediately take out his anger and frustration on him. (Dracula voice: "no one takes my Jonathan time away from me. I'd kill anyone who tried, even Jonathan himself!")

Jonathan is able to read the signs appropriately; and honestly, I think that he very definitively saves his life by agreeing. I think that if he had refused to write the letters, or even resisted a bit longer, he would have been a goner. I think that he is well aware of that too.

Dracula's violence threatened to turn on him today, more so than ever before. Immediately after Jonathan confirmed the Count is his only safety from the vampire ladies threatening him elsewhere in the castle, it almost ceased to matter as he nearly failed to adapt fast enough to avoid this threat. And then he has to salvage the situation, and he does, but the risk is so huge. The sense of barely-averted danger (death) so strong.

If Jonathan were in a different headspace, if he'd been given more time to prepare, maybe he would be able to sneak in some kind of cry for help into his letters. Sure, they're not going to be posted until the relevant dates so it might not matter anyway, but it would be worth a try and I think he would try. But right now? I'm not sure that he would have the ability to think clearly enough, filled with panicked adrenaline and fear as he must be. And Jonathan doesn't mention it, but I feel it quite likely that Dracula would insist on him writing the letters right then, under his watchful eye. Jonathan might be too afraid to push his luck enough to even try anything beyond using a different tone than usual (short, to the point, just what Dracula wants but nothing more).

And again, this is all right on the heels of confirming that he isn't safe anywhere here, not even when Dracula is gone. The Count is in fact keeping him safe from greater dangers. His enemies have quadrupled in number (at least, who knows if there are even more monsters here). They all have a variety of supernatural abilities he doesn't know how to counter. They want to drink his blood. He hasn't really had time to process any of this.

If he isn't safe when alone (except partially during daylight), then he can't explore freely. If they can move through windows and break doors, their strength and magical abilities mean he can't barricade himself away from them anywhere. If he displeases Dracula then he is lost. If he acts out he will displease Dracula. Even if he isn't setting his sights as high as escaping anymore, even if he only wants to learn more to record in his diary. Right now, Jonathan is having trouble thinking of a way to even do that much safely. As far as he can see, there's nothing he can do but wait for some kind of opportunity.

And he can only wait so long. He now knows the span of his life.

#dracula daily #jonathan harker #dracula daily spoilers #also heartbreaking: last night. but he's writing today. sure it could be just late in the night knowing dracula #but also maybe jonathan was too dispirited and miserable to even write it down for a good few hours. i am picturing him just #laying in bed staring blankly at a wall. sitting down to write and then unable to pick up the pen #as though doing so will seal his fate. even though he knows it's too late for him he just can't take that step immediately

[barnesafterglow]

friday (i'm in love)

summary: every day you love bucky. every friday he pretends to love you too

pairing: bucky barnes x fem!reader

word count: 2.3k

warnings: college!au, angst, phoebe bridgers made me do this, ambiguous ending

a/n: i've been working on this bad boy since august and finally got around to finishing it. i actually really like this and i hope you all do too! please remember to reblog and comment - i love getting feedback!

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The Monday sun trickled through your half opened blinds, waking more sweetly than you probably deserved. Your eyes cracked open, seeing a peaking glance of the blue morning sky, and a half smile made its way to your face. Mondays were usually hard for you but you thought that just maybe today would be a change.

That is until your hand reached for the other side of the bed, feeling the sheets cold from a body long gone. Any warmth the splashes of sun may have granted you seeped from your body, leaving you as cold and empty as your sheets. Disappointed - but not surprised - you slipped from underneath the covers and made your way to the bathroom. While you were waiting for the water to heat up, you hesitantly looked at yourself in the mirror.

It was the same as every Monday of the semester -  messy hair, the remnants of mascara just under your eyes, the peak of a smattering of bruises across your collarbones - always low enough that no one could see them but you, and the person who left them there. But they would mostly fade by Friday, just to be replaced over the weekend.

It was a pattern you had somehow let yourself fall into, no end in sight. Every time your roommate gave you the side eye, or poured you a glass of wine when she heard your muffled sobs over the sound of the running shower, or heard the door quietly open and close in the way too early morning hours while she was awake in the living room, you tried to come up with ways to end it, ways to break the cycle. You would never do it, of course, but maybe if you could imagine, just for a moment, an end to the hurt you put yourself through, you could take a breath of relief.

As you stepped out of the lobby of your apartment into late fall air, you tampered down a quick flash of anger. It didn’t seem fair that the light blue of the sky and the golden rays of the sun were allowed to be out and proud when your own blue mood was so dark it neared black.

But still, just like every Monday, you took a deep breath and headed to your first class.

You were halfway across campus when you saw Bucky, talking to Sharon, and the quick flash of eye contact before he looked away, not so much as a wave of recognition, threatened to bring you to your knees. 

And the sky remained blue and clear.

-

Tuesday was so dark and cold it gave you whiplash.

The second day of the week was always a little easier, the wound less fresh, and you eased yourself out of bed, still sore from yesterday’s workout - where you ran until you could barely breathe because it was the only time you stopped thinking of Bucky. The warm shower nearly held you hostage, knowing you would be faced with a bitter chill once you stepped outside.

You managed to get out despite the protests from every cell in your body, and spent a long time getting ready, delaying the inevitable.

Your heart thudded, heavy in your chest, as you navigated campus, never sure when your greatest daydream and darkest nightmare would emerge from the crowd to haunt you with empty eyes.

The universe granted you reprieve for a day.

-

Wednesday wasn’t as kind.

The same weather matched your overcast mood and you bundled up in the first sweatshirt you grabbed from your drawer.

It wasn’t until you were already out of the door that you realized it was Bucky’s, and you let out a choked sound before you composed yourself.

Of course it would be your luck to be just outside the building when you got a message your only class for the day had been canceled, and you decided to make the trip worth your time by heading to the library.

You studied for your upcoming exam, digging into your textbook with a highlighter and a middle-of-the-week attitude.

As you turned the page, it sliced your finger and you let out a hiss of pain. The other hand gripped your pen so hard you thought it might explode in a splash of ink and shame. From the way your week was already going, you honestly wouldn’t be surprised. 

Dropping the pen on the table with a soft clatter, you dug around in your bag, searching for tissues you knew you didn't have. You finally gave up, sticking the bleeding fingertip in your mouth so you didn’t get blood on the page of notes you had been diligently working on. You looked around to see if anyone had seen your miniature fiasco, but everyone else on the floor was either immersed in their own studying or chatting quietly amongst themselves.

In your glance around, the elevator doors opening caught your eye at the very same moment Bucky walked out. Your heart swelled in a flurry of hope as his face split into an easy grin, until you realized he was looking over you. You turned your head enough to see Steve and Sam just a few tables over, and Bucky took a couple steps forward until his gaze dropped enough to see you. And your sweatshirt.

He came to a sudden stop, smile disappearing from his face, and he took a sharp turn towards the corner of the library where the stairwell led back to the bottom floor. You could barely hear the slam of the heavy door over the shattering of your heart.

-

By Thursday, you had fully convinced yourself to move on.

You had one last crying session with Wanda, over a bottle of wine and a mountain of good advice you would try desperately to take.

With a warm buzz, you felt light and airy on the decision to do better, be better, be stronger. No matter how many times you had told yourself the last time was truly the last time, you were convinced this was it.

Instead, Friday brought you a hangover and a text from Bucky.

Usual tonight?

You ignored it all day. You turned your phone off, shoved your laptop in a drawer, took away any form of communication you had with him. You spent the day catching up on reading you had been telling yourself you would get to for months.

It almost worked.

Wanda was gone for the weekend - she mistakenly trusted your promise that Bucky wouldn’t be coming over.

Because by the time the clock struck midnight, you texted him back.

-

For most of the next week, you didn’t see Bucky at all.

Monday it was a downpour, the sky black and the wind cutting your skin. You knew he skipped class on days like that. After class, you went for a run, watching the rain splatter on the window that looked over campus, and tried to push him from your brain. It worked.

Tuesday, in the early hours of the morning, you got a panicked call from your mom. Your dad was in the hospital and she needed help for a couple days. You packed a bag and got in your car, heading home without a second thought.

Wednesday you were so busy you didn’t think about Bucky at all.

Thursday, it was almost easy to block Bucky’s number.

Friday, you heard it.

Knock. Knock. Knock knock knock.

The pattern that let Wanda know to disappear into her room, where she could pretend she didn’t know what was happening. Bucky didn’t like anyone to see him there, even the girl who heard everything the two of you did through the thin walls.

The doorknob rattled, and you could tell he was surprised to find it locked. Every Friday before, it had been left open for him.

Evening your breathing, you opened the door and saw his confused face. Your thoughts wrestled between slamming the door shut and leaping into his arms.

In the end, you did neither, stepping back and letting him trail you to your bedroom.

“You never answered my text.” There was no emotion behind the statement. He said it like it was a simple fact, no different than telling you that your walls were grey.

“I know.” He sat on your bed like he belonged there.

“Why?” You backed away as far as you could, your back hitting the wall, your arms crossing over your chest like they could protect you from his words.

“Why do you think?”

“I have no clue.” You were in disbelief. He had no clue? No clue what you felt for him? No clue that he broke your heart a little more every time he came and went?

“I’m done. With us.” You tried to keep your voice from shaking, but there was still a slight waver. You wondered if he even noticed.

“What do you mean you’re done?”

“I mean I don’t want to do this anymore. Don’t want to see you. Don’t want you here.”

“Why?” So many why’s. So many sharp words he didn’t even know were cutting you deep.

“What do you mean why, Bucky? This isn’t fair anymore! You stay here all weekend, you slip in my bed and in me and then you’re gone by the time I wake up Monday morning. And every Monday I can’t hold my tears back, even though I know you won’t be here.”

“Baby, you -”

“Don’t call me baby.”

He looked genuinely shocked, and you knew why. You had never raised your voice at him. The two of you had never even gotten in any kind of fight; he didn’t care enough to.

“Sorry, sorry. It’s just,” he stopped, seemingly gathering up his next words, “you knew what this was when we started.”

“And what is ‘this’? What am I to you?”

“You know what you are. You’re a… friend. With benefits. We said there were no strings attached.”

“No, you said there were no strings attached, and I went along with whatever you wanted because I knew this was as close as I could ever get to you loving me back.” The words flew from your mouth before you could catch them, and the tension that blanketed the room was so thick you felt like you could hold it in your hands.

“What?” His voice was barely a whisper, the first time he had shown any true emotion since he walked into your apartment.

“Just forget it.” You took a deep breath. “Get out.”

His eyes held a thousand questions, and you didn’t want to hear any of them. He sat, still as a statue, just staring at you.

“I said get out.”

It was like the words awoke him from a trance and he stood quickly, stumbling past you as he made his way out of the apartment.

-

The weekend hurt - the first weekend you hadn’t spent with Bucky in you didn’t even know how long.

But you didn’t cry.

You thought that might be a good thing.

-

By Monday, you were truly feeling better - the first Monday you could remember not having an emotional hangover. You got up early and went for a morning run, and didn’t even have to push the thought of Bucky from your mind. Then you went home and showered and got ready for the day. As you walked to class, you held your head high, a ghost of a smile on your face.

You felt good.

Then you saw him again. 

It was like deja vu, life in slow motion, a moment so perfectly timed you couldn’t even make it up in fiction.

You passed Bucky, the same as just a couple weeks before, talking to Sharon. Except this time, his arm was slung over her shoulder, a cocky grin on his face. Except this time, he actually looked at you, met your eyes in a stare, and his face dropped.

Except this time, gazes still locked, you watched each other, heads turned, until the moment passed and you were on your way, heart stilled in your chest.

-

Tuesday and Wednesday you couldn’t even get out of bed. 

It was like the small modicum of progress you had was washed away with the rain that pattered outside your window.

You wouldn’t - couldn’t - eat, so Wanda resorted to bringing you glasses of water, making you sit up and drink at least two before she would let you go back to wallowing.

She was a good friend; you knew she would make you get out of bed eventually, and she would help you move on. And you would try.

Thursday, the door cracked open, and you figured it was her finally coming to drag you out of bed. Instead, Nat and Wanda walked in.

Without a word, then got into bed on either side of you, and held you until you couldn’t cry anymore.

-

The weekend was easier. You went out with your friends you had been neglecting. You didn’t see Bucky. You felt better, at least a little bit.

You thought that maybe you would always love Bucky - love the way he touched you, love the way he would lay in your bed for hours and talk about anything and everything, love the way you knew each other inside and out - but you could also move on.

It was possible, you just had to try.

-

Monday night, you were sitting on the couch watching old TV reruns when you heard a shuffle outside your door.

Knock. Knock. Knock knock knock.

#bucky barnes #bucky fic #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes angst #angst #marvel' #mcu #tiff writes #friday i'm in love

[azureseacloud]

Stage Lights

Ghost (Band)

Part 6

Swiss x Reader

Words: 2,110

Warnings: swearing

Well here it is, the final part!! I was trying to keep it around the same word count as the other parts but I kinda went way past that :)

I really hope you guys like it, I’m worried it gets a bit clunky at the start but I’ve rewritten that part like five times already (one of the reasons it took so long to post) and I don’t know if I’m just overthinking it so anywayyy

I’ll be working on a Christmas request next and Hidden Messages :)

Swiss was very much not over it.

It had been three days now, and he hadn’t said anything to you. He’d been avoiding you—not that you had been seeking him out. If he wasn’t going to talk, then you weren’t either.

Except that wasn’t up to you. Copia had pulled you aside yesterday, asking you to fix your issues with the multi ghoul before the next ritual. It was now half an hour before going on stage, and you were debating just how mad Copia would be if you didn’t.

Pacing around your room, that bubble of guilt rose up inside you as your thoughts turned back to Swiss. He hadn’t been his normal self, and you were worried about him. Even without Papa’s interference, you knew that you wouldn’t be able to go on stage without at least trying to get things back to normal with Swiss.

The unresolved tension was grating on you to the point that you couldn’t ignore it. Just like how you could no longer ignore the fact that you really fucking cared about Swiss.

But by Satan, he sure had a way of pissing you off.

Flipping on your helmet so you were ready for the show, you made your way out into the corridor and down towards Swiss’s dressing room.

Before you could talk yourself out of it, you knocked at the door, knowing full well that Swiss would have already sensed your presence. If he didn’t answer then you could at least tell Copia you tried.

He’s head over heels for you.

You pushed Aurora’s words out of your mind. You were only making things up with Swiss, not confessing anything. That was if he even opened—

The door swung open, revealing the multi ghoul, also fully dressed and ready for the ritual.

“Hey Swiss,” you greeted tentatively.

“Hey,” he said back, his voice friendly.

That was a good sign. He hadn’t slammed the door on you either—this was going a lot better than how you had imagined.

“Copia told me he doesn’t want us fighting during a ritual. And I’ve been worried about you Swiss,” you said the last part softly. As much as you wanted to be mad at him for the past three days, you found yourself missing him. Even his relentless teasing.

“Yeah, Copia said the same to me. I was just about to go see you.” Swiss braced one hand against the doorway. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to yell at you after the ritual. What you and Dew did—I wasn’t expecting that.” He smiled sheepishly at the last part.

Relief surged through you at his words and you offered him a small smile back.

“I’m sorry too, for what we did, and for what I said after.”

Swiss shook his head. “It’s okay. I know it was Dew’s idea, he knew exactly what he was doing. I should’ve taken it out on him, not you.”

“Then you guys should probably sort your shit out too.”

“Already done.” Swiss smiled smugly. “If Aurora wasn’t there then he might have gotten more than just a black eye.”

You huffed a laugh. That explained the scratches on one of his forearms. Dew must have left those on him during their fight. You were almost disappointed you missed it.

“I take it Aurora broke you two up?” Though she was tiny compared to the other ghouls, that didn’t mean she couldn’t be intimidating when she needed to be.

Swiss nodded. “She practically dragged me off Dewdrop. Also helped clear some other things up as well.” He grimaced at that, pulling at his vest.

You tilted your head quizzically, wondering what had needed clearing up. He caught your look, sighing as an embarrassed smile crept across his face.

“I may have thought that you and Dewdrop...” he trailed off.

You frowned, before your mouth fell open.

“You thought Dew and I were—really Swiss?” Unholy shit he could not be serious right now.

He put his hands up in mock surrender. “You two put on a pretty good performance. The little dickhead wouldn’t let go of you last night.”

“You’ve literally groped Dewdrop on stage,” you said, crossing your arms. “And I saw you kiss Phantom last month as well. To think I didn’t believe Dew when he said you would get jealous.”

Swiss sighed exasperatedly. “So he told me. You really thought all I wanted was the spotlight?” He mimed a hurt expression pressing a hand to his chest. How much had that fire ghoul told him?

“Yeah well apparently I’m the only one who didn’t realise you liked me,” you countered.

Swiss huffed, a mischievous smile creeping onto his face.

“Why are you smiling?”

“You know, Dewdrop and Aurora also told me something very interesting earlier today,” he said cryptically. You shifted a foot as he stared you down.

Oh fuck.

“Yeah?” You answered hesitantly, mentally cursing the traitorous ghoul and ghoulette. Of course Dew would. He’d been trying to get you to make up with Swiss since the ritual—or as he put it, “fuck and make up”. The short bastard had obviously thrown you under the bus after their little fight.

“When were you going to tell me you liked me?” Swiss asked smugly, folding his arms and taking a step forward that left the two of you almost touching.

“I don’t like you, actually. In fact, I fucking hate you,” you replied, but your voice had smoothed to a teasing lilt.

He made a disbelieving noise, and you glanced up defiantly at him. But your resolve was fading, and you knew that even your denial was not as strong as it usually was. You wanted him to know. Because you really did have feelings for Swiss. And a part of you had sorely missed his stupid smile and his teasing comments over the past few days.

He smiled and your eyes darted to his mouth as a wave of heat washed over your body. The two of you were still in the doorway—and here you were, thinking about kissing Swiss.

He slid his hand to the small of your back, heat flaring from the contact. You bit back a gasp, knowing he was very aware of how you were feeling right now, just as you could sense that he was very interested. You listened to his heartbeat as it raced, matching in time with yours.

“When I saw you on stage with Dewdrop,” Swiss murmured, his breath on your ear. “I wanted that to be me. I wanted to be the one that was holding you. I wanted to kiss you the way he did.”

Your breath caught and a pulse of desire hit you. Fuck it.

“Then do it,” you challenged, brushing your lips against the shell of his ear. “Kiss me.”

Swiss stilled momentarily, as if taking a moment to register your words. Then his hand ran across the back of your neck, pulling your lips to his.

The kiss was hungry, the two of you pushing against each other, still fighting even now. One of your hands dipped to his vest, pushing him back into his room as you kicked the door shut with your boot. You kept going until he was against a wall as he pulled you closer by the hips.

You growled as your helmets knocked together uncomfortably, and without breaking the kiss you reached up and pushed his off, as he did the same to you.

Relinquishing your grip on his vest, you traced your hand up to his beautiful horns, running your fingers along them as Swiss gasped into your mouth.

He used his grip on your hips to spin you around until your lower back was pressed against the dressing table. He lifted you up, letting you sit atop it, moving to stand in between your legs.

You broke the kiss, taking in his wide pupils as he panted, lips parted in a way that set you on fire.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” you whispered, watching him smile devilishly. He squeezed your thighs in his hands, leaning in to rest his forehead against yours.

“Is that so?” He whispered softly, a mischievous humour in his voice. “I thought you hated me?”

You huffed, dragging him back in for another kiss and locking your legs around his waist. The kiss was feverish, the two of you pressing as close as you could, as if you were trying to devour each other. His fingers stroked along your thighs as yours ran along his chest, fumbling with the buckles of his vest. You managed to get one off, moving on to the next one.

Swiss moved his mouth along your jaw, pressing kisses as he worked his way toward your throat. You tilted your head, giving him better access as he sucked and nipped at the skin.

“Fuck, Swiss.” You murmured blissfully, closing your eyes as a quiet purr built in your chest. Swiss smiled against your skin. He left a trail of kisses and bites along your neck, while you struggled to undo his buckles. Shivers were running down your spine at the mesmerising feeling of his lips on your skin.

“Having trouble?” He teased, looking down to where you had only just managed to undo his second buckle.

“No, I’m not,” you answered, flicking open the next one to prove your point. “It’s just harder when you’re distracting me.”

“Oh, like this?” He kissed along the other side of your neck, sucking hickeys and leaving bites. You tried to focus on your fingers and what they were doing but it was a losing battle. Since when was it this hard to undo a vest?

“Prick,” you mumbled, and you felt his chest shake with a silent laugh. His hands reached up to caress your own horns, sending shivers down your skin at the blissful feeling.

“Hey Swiss? We’re about to go on stage and Copia says—oh.” You look over Swiss’s shoulder as he pauses on your neck.

Phantom stands still in the doorway, helmet clutched in one hand and eyes wide as he takes in the two of you.

“Fuck off Phantom,” you say as you see the smirk growing on his face, Swiss laughing as he looks back at the quintessence ghoul.

Phantom points at his wrist. “You guys have three minutes to, uh, finish up whatever this is.” He shot you two a wink as he closed the door.

“He’s going to tell everyone isn’t he?”

Swiss laughed again, pressing another kiss to your jaw. “Of course he is. Which is good, because at least everyone will know you’re mine.”

You snorted, pulling his lips to yours in another bruising kiss. “I’m yours, huh?”

Swiss purred in response, kissing you back. You went to reach for his vest again but he stopped you.

“I don’t want to stop, but we should probably go,” he murmured against your lips. You sighed, eliciting a satisfied smirk from the multi ghoul.

He began to move away but you slipped a finger into one of the belt loops of his pants, pulling him back.

“There’s something I have to do first,” you whispered slyly. You moved your hand into his hair, tugging his head to the side as you pressed your teeth against the side of his neck. Swiss groaned, hands grabbing your thighs as you bit down.

Leaning back, you admired the indents of your teeth on his neck. You slid your hand to caress his cheek gently, Swiss’s eyes fluttering shut at your touch.

“Payback’s a bitch,” you said, drawing a laugh out of the multi ghoul.

His hands were gliding up to your hips and then he was lifting you down from the counter.

“So, did you want to annoy Dewdrop tonight?” Swiss asked slyly, fixing up the buttons that you had managed to undo.

“I think it’s only fair that we wipe that smug attitude off. And you know how upset he gets when he screws up a solo.”

You grinned devilishly, already thinking of all the ways you could make Dew falter on stage. Being his best friend did have its perks. He should have thought of that before he went running to Swiss, even if it had gotten you the best make out session you’d had since you were summoned from the pit.

“Absolutely.” You kissed him again, handing him his helmet. “He’s about to have the worst ritual of his life.”

“Sounds like a perfect date,” Swiss said, slipping his hand into yours.

You smiled back. This was going to be a good night.

Well, not for Dew.

#ghost band #the band ghost #nameless ghouls #dewdrop ghoul #swiss ghoul #nameless ghouls x reader #dewdrop ghost #swiss ghost

[odusseus-xvi]

q!BAGHERA post because I am ecstatic

I want to talk about what happened yesterday (just in case, this isn't about drama or whatever this is talking about what the evolution of the character might be, no discourse, no drama, this isn't the subject of this post) because of HOW MANY POSSIBITIES IT OFFERS for Baghera and how TERRIFYING they all are.

Let me tell you I am terrified (ecstatic I love the angst gimme) because Baghera yesterday, discovered what BBH did (only partially, she doesn't know about the torture yet.. OH and when she does...). But that's the thing. She was upset at BBH, but what's worse is what BBH did to her. As of late Baghera has been lost, scared, and while everyone has moved on in their grief (they are all still grieving obviously, but they are at a point where they have grieved quite a bit and are now trying things) she has not even gotten the occasion to at all. She is trying to grieve her missing children AND her childhood she remembered she never had, AND Bad which is very obviously looking terrible, but everyone is moving along, trying to pass on to other things or trying to find solutions. Forever comes and tell her to try and be happy, but how can she ?

Here comes yesterday. Here comes BBH. I always suspected, and it was proven multiple times that Baghera was very much his moral compass. But at the time she came back, it was already to late. It was done. He did the mistake. And the thing is BBH is one of the only ones she decides to trust with some of her secrets, because it's her bebou, it's her partner in crime. It's the father of her children. And Bad decides to do the same, except HE puts her at test. She doesn't know it yet, he asks her to make the promise not to tell anyone and not to intervene. She oblige, obviously. And he shows her.

And she is shocked, she is starting to stress out. She is obviously angry at Bad, and at the same time... She promised, but it's fucked up, but it's her best friend, but it's too similar to her childhood she has to help, but it's Pomme's father she can't betray him. And when she makes it clear to Bad she is not happy he starts behaving in a way he never did with Baghz (when I tell you I got chills) , when he lied to her before it was mostly playful, but there it felt like manipulation, he cut her words short, "Is he oka-" "Yes he is don't worry.", he doesn't let space for her to be mad.

She promises to Ron. "I'll get you out of here. Give me one or two days"

And then when Forever etc. comes around she is still processing all this and she makes a quick decision, a terrible one. She lies to them. She protects Bad. But it's also to protect Ron. She may have an occasion to free him. And in that moment, she hates what she is doing. She doesn't want to lie but Bad has put her in an impossible position. And in trying to solve everything, to not betray anyone, she is forced to betray everyone. And she realises it. She hates it.

And that's where we get for what happens then. Because she is already lost and lonely, and one of the only person she could have used to get out of this downward spiral has betrayed her. He has lied and made her betray everyone else. And she will have to betray him soon. She will feel truly alone. She feels like she betrayed Forever, and in a way she did. She feels terrible, she can't trust him anymore, she has crossed the limits herself, she is too afraid. The French suspect her of things, she suspects them in return. (obviously she will still play with all of them because cc!Baghera is still friends with all of them, what I mean is she will just bottle up all those feelings again.)

That leaves three options.

First is Fit. But even if there is mutual respect in their respective secrets, that respect includes NOT giving away their secrets.

Second is Jaiden. "We have to stick together." But unlike anyone else, this will most likely end up in a downward spiral as well. They will just comfort each other in their compassion for Cucurucho, and in the end their past with the Federation.

Last is her "true and only" family. When she will truly be alone, there will be one option, that will always remain open.

The Federation.

Basically, unless there is an unforeseen turn of events, that can always happen, I want to say she is doomed.

And I can't wait to see what cc!Baghera comes up with.

#qsmp #qsmp baghera jones #qsmp baghera #qsmp forever #qsmp pomme #qsmp badboyhalo #qsmp bbh #qsmp french #qsmp fit #qsmp jaiden #qsmp federation

[reminiscingtonight]

Stolen Moments

Sofia Huerta x Reader

Word Count: 904

The environment at Wembley is wild. The last time you stepped foot in here, you watched as some of your best friends brought home the trophy. You’ve been playing at Arsenal for the past five years, and while it’s been a good five years, you can’t help but still miss your life back in the state. 

And that may be largely in part due to the woman currently warming up on the field. 

“Stop drooling.”

“I’m not!”

Leah reaches for your face, swiping at the corner of your lips. She pretends to look down at her fingers. “Pretty sure that’s drool.”

You shove her back, Leah shooting out a complaint as she tries to find balance. 

“Hey! You can’t attack someone on crutches!”

You roll your eyes, quickly turning your gaze back towards the field. Although you refuted Leah’s claim, you can’t deny that Sofia looks good. It’s been a while since the two of you were last in the same place for this long. 

After spending the first couple years post college playing in the NWSL, when you got the offer to play at Arsenal, you couldn’t help but take it. Sofia was understandably upset that you were going to be on the other side of the world, but she made sure to drive you to the airport from your shared apartment in Chicago. You parted ways with a sweet kiss and a promise to return home some day. 

‘Some day’ still hasn’t arrived yet, but the two of you make sure to spend every break bouncing back and forth between wherever the defender is playing and your place in London. And while the two of you were silently hoping for another chance to share the field together, the two of you are happy where you are with the teams you’re playing with.

Finally dragging your eyes away from the field, you poke Leah’s shoulder. “Hey, cappy.”

She sighs, giving you a wary look. “What do you want?”

You smirk, internally gleeful at annoying your Arsenal teammate. “Are you ready to see your team eat dust?”

“Spoken like a true American. Can’t wait for you to eat your words.”

Before you have a chance to defend yourself, the English captain’s shushing you, pointing to where the teams are lining up for the national anthems.

When the whistle sounds, you and Leah grin at each other. Game on.

---

Leah makes sure to rub the win in your face. 

You scowl, vehemently defending the 2-2 scoreline, but she simply laughs in response.

The two of you slowly make your way to the field, bickering all the way down. Although you are eager to see your girlfriend, you slow your pace to match Leah’s. She was already annoyed at needing crutches and you didn't want to further aggravate her by leaving her behind. 

It doesn’t take you too long to locate Sofia. After saying a quick hello to some of your friends, you cut through the field towards the defender. 

Although she looks tired, her entire body lights up at the sight of you.

“Hey babe.”

Sofia reaches her hands out for you and buries her face in your neck. Your arms instinctively wrap themselves around her waist.

“I missed you.”

You chuckle, tightening your arms. “I just saw you yesterday.”

After her last regular season game, Sofia caught the first flight out to London. You’ve spent nearly every day since trying to squeeze time for each other between your practices.

“Still missed you anyways.”

You press a light kiss against her forehead, relishing in the feel of having your lover in your arms again.

Sometimes long distance is a hard thing to do. The eight hour time difference made it hard to be on top of things, but you loved the girl in your arms with all your heart and were willing to do whatever it takes. 

“You looked great out there today.”

The brunette grunts in disagreement, tightening her arms around your neck. “You’re only saying that because you’re dating me.”

“I’m saying that and I’m dating you. They don’t have to be mutually exclusive.”

Sofia turns her face so she can eye you. You grin at her. “There she is. I was wondering if I was going to have a whole conversation with the top of your head.”

Rolling her eyes, Sofia leans back far enough so she can press a light kiss to your lips, making sure to keep her arms around you the entire time. 

“Hi.”

“Hi back,” you parrot, a goofy look overtaking your face. Sofia always managed to make you a happier version of yourself.

“I know I’ve said this before but damn, that connection you and Rose have on the field? Amazing. I wish I could be a part of that.”

“You just have to come home to play with us then, I guess.” She wiggles her eyebrows at you as she tries to get you to break.

“You might have to fight Jonas to get him to let me go.”

Without missing a beat, she fires back. “Sure, where’s he at?”

“Sofia,” you chuckle.

The two of you unwrap yourselves from each other but make sure to keep your hands intertwined.

“Soon,” you promise. “I’ll be home soon.”

Someday you’ll be back in the states. Someday you’ll finally be able to be together.

But for now, these stolen moments taken between games would have to do.

#sofia huerta x reader #uswnt x reader #uswnt imagine #woso x reader #woso imagine #Ace writes

[o0o0thorn0o0o]

New year, new OC. Well, to most of you, anyway.

No, I did not forget Karma and Gakushuu’s birthdays (though, I wouldn’t blame you if you thought I did). For Karma, I missed it ‘cause… well, I explained it in my last post; it’s there. So then I thought this was a perfect opportunity to make a brothers post, give him a late b-day piece, especially since if I were to pick one of the birthdays, I prefer January 1st (though, twins (and triplets, too, but, er, we’ll get to that very soon) don’t have to be born on the same day, so he could still be born on Christmas… details, details). And then, because I’ve been mulling over introducing her for a while, I decided to make it into a triplets post and introduce you to my OC Mineko.

She’s made a cameo before though; I don’t know if you remember. It was in a Kuniko piece.

I originally meant to introduce her in a fanfic first, but, uh… dunno when that’ll be written ^^; (I’ll get to it one day, but it’s not seeming anytime soon). Made her a few years ago because I really like seeing people give Gakushuu or Karma a sister, and since I’m obsessed with brothers’ AUs, why not hit two birds with one stone? Though, she only came into proper fruition when I got the fic idea. But yeah, decided to introduce her now, since January 1st is definitely her birthday, regardless of Karma’s (she’s the middle triplet. Gakushuu’s still the baby brother, haha). That was the plan, anyway, considering January 1st was yesterday… Oops.

But yeah, a belated happy birthday to Gakushuu (and Mineko), and a very belated happy birthday to Karma (One year, I’ll be on time for both 😤).

I’ll post some old sketches of her in a few days from now (to pad out some time for my next post; dunno when I’ll get something new out), and I’ll talk a bit more about her then, too, so you have some info on her and she’s not just a blank slate until I get her character sheet done (I am working on those, trust me… just, the art rut paused the process). But yeah, kinda wanna talk about the piece for a bit.

Since I’m dealing with 3, Neapolitan flavors were an easy idea to come to. So they’re having a little sibling outing on their birthday, eating little cakes. Obviously don’t have to explain Karma’s choice of flavor, but I kinda wanna explain Shuu’s. See, when I was a kid, I vividly remember seeing vanilla being referred to as the king of ice cream flavors, but when I looked it up years down the line, I couldn’t really find anything justifying my memory :/ But I’m pairing Shuu with vanilla because of that title my little kid brain may or may not have made up. I mean, why wouldn’t he want the (hypothetical) king of all flavors? And then Mineko gets chocolate by process of elimination. She wouldn’t really have a preference between those three flavors.

#assassination classroom #ansatsu kyoushitsu #asano gakushuu #akabane karma #asano mineko #assassination classroom oc #ansatsu kyoushitsu oc #oc #original character #fanart #digital art #you know especially as a kid if i got a box of neapolitan ice cream in that order i would not have been happy haha #absolutely hated chocolate ice cream and still don’t like it #it sucked whenever i got a bit of chocolate in my vanilla #and i couldn’t imagine chocolate with strawberry #vanilla with strawberry together was and still very much is divine though 👌 #though my favorite’s cake batter #and now you know some of my preferences for ice cream/fro-yo haha #don’t know what you can do with that… but have this info anyway eheh #oc art

[imabeautifulbutterfly]

Once Upon a Time on the Razor Crest

Summary: Din and Ann show vulnerability

A/N: Hello lovelies,

I hope everyone has a good start to their long weekend, if you have one, and if you don’t I hope you have a good weekend. Apologies for not posting yesterday, my sisters and I decided to last minute go away, there was a lot of packing, doing my nail, and dying my hair that needed to happen. Needless to say, I was learning to type again with nails, so it took me longer to edit, than usual.

Anyway, have a lovely weekend.

Love oo

Due to the past history of the OC there will be discussions alluding to past domestic abuse, please note that as it could be a trigger for some.

Warnings: tenderness, grooming horses, rope discussions (learning to tie a knot), mentions of past abusive behaviour, past captivity, and restraints. Apologizing, grief, animal in pain, if I miss any warnings, please let me know.

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THE CRESTWORLD

Chapter Seven

Chapter 7

I did my best not to stare, while he showed adoration for Misty.

Din pulled back from the gentle headbutt he was giving Misty. He lovingly stroked her mane, before directing his attention towards the knot he tied.

“Before you begin to groom, you want to make sure to use a quick-release knot, also known as a highwayman’s hitch. Make sure to tie the lead rope above the height of their wither.”

“Their what?”

“Their withers, their shoulders” he motioned. “Do you know how to tie a highwayman’s hitch?” 

I didn’t say anything, I just grabbed the rope from his hand and tied it to the barn, he simply nodded.

“Good. After dinner we’ll run through a bunch of different knots we use here on the ranch. I would recommend you spend at least 18 mins a day practising.”

I tilted my head at him, “18 minutes? That’s a specific number”

“Ever heard the 100 hour rule? 18 minutes a day for a year is all you need to be better than 95% of the world in any discipline.”

“Do I need to be better than 95% of the population in tying knots?”

“If you know how to tie them without looking, you’ll know how to untie them too.”

I shifted as I petted Misty, “Is there a reason I should know how to untie them?” 

I did my best not to look at Din, I didn’t want him to see that I already knew why it was important to learn how to untie a knot. 

After all, the only reason I knew how to tie a highwayman’s hitch was because of my ex. After the first time, I attempted to leave, he kept my hands and feet tied up and locked me up in that closet for three days. 

Of course, he made sure to check on me every couple of hours. Each time he opened that closet door, he reminded me, I needed him in my life. Without him in my life, I couldn’t and wouldn’t be able to do anything. After that incident, I made a point to learn what I could about knots. 

Misty moved her head, pulling me out of my past memories, phantom pains radiated through my wrists. My eyes closed as I shook out my hands focusing back on Din’s voice. 

“… and self-defence. You should know how to save yourself if you need to … never know when someone may … when you might run into someone who feels they have a right to dictate terms. Anyway, those are a few reasons.”

Din finished, his eyes focusing on mine. He tilted his head as though he was trying to determine if I had been paying attention to what he said; I simply nodded and cleared my throat, “Right that makes sense, emergency situations and for self defence.”

He noticed Ann’s vacant expression, it was the same expression she had when he commented about the lock on the door to her bedroom when she arrived, and when he raised his voice. Despite learning from the Marshall, she’d been one of his ‘special people’, he never inquired or asked Ann about her past, regardless he could tell she’d been in a rough spot. He regretted saying anything, it bothered him when her face turned into that vacant stare. 

It wasn’t her. 

Truthfully, he didn’t even know why it came out of his mouth. 

An odd sensation settled in his stomach, he wondered if he should apologize for saying something or just gloss over it like nothing happened. Even his reaction this morning was excessive, and although he apologized for that, he still didn’t feel it was enough.

He cleared his throat, “Ann, I … listen about this morning, I am really sorry. I was tired and cranky, barely got any sleep trying to find those damn lost sheep. Not that it excuses it, but as you know Aq Vetina can get pretty cold at night, sleeping outside wasn’t exactly comfortable … What I’m trying to say is that I apologize for taking your head off this morning. It was rude and thoughtless and you deserve better than that, so I am sorry.”

He let out an extended sigh, hoping he did the right thing.

My hands drifted from Misty and settled by my side, I wasn’t sure what to do or say. Somehow standing here listening to him apologize again made me feel odd. After all, he usually wasn’t a very talkative man, unless there was a point he needed to address. 

It was so odd hearing a man apologize and actually mean it. Her ex apologized all the time, but he never actually meant it. After every insult, every abuse, he would apologize, but he never changed his ways. 

I cleared my throat, nodding to his statement, “Thank you for apologizing. I can tell you’re sincere about it; and truthfully, after our talk this morning I realized I may have been pushing things a little.” I rubbed the back of my neck, feeling the tension there, “I’m sorry too. This sort of arrangement is new for me, so if I do step over the line with your son, please let me know. Last thing I want to do is make you or Grogu uncomfortable. Even though we haven’t known each other for very long, I feel comfortable here. With you. Both of you. I’m not trying to be anything other than both of your friends.”

“I know” Din’s hand reached up and began petting Misty, “like I said, it was all my fault this morning. Truthfully, I was missing … Camilla after the incident with the teacher.” He shifted in his spot, clearing his throat. “Friends?”

I smiled and nodded, “Friends. If … if you ever need to talk … I’m here.” I offered hoping that would ease his concern. Din didn’t respond, he simply hummed in agreement. 

Silence settled between us for a few minutes, both of us feeling awkward and slightly exposed. My eyes drifted off to the field, focusing on Bessie, when I remembered I needed to tell Din about what I observed earlier.

“I have a question” doing my best to steady my voice and move on from this awkwardness. 

“Ask away”

“Is Bessie okay?”

Din peered from around Misty, focusing on Ann, his head tilted slightly as his brows furrowed, “Why wouldn’t she be?”

“This morning she was mooing a lot, even after I milked her, she didn’t seem comfortable. She was even trodding slowly”

“Hmm, I’ll check on her in a bit” He seemed contemplative as he shifted around Misty, “Alright, so once you have Misty tied up, we start with the hooves.” Din walked Ann through the steps, teaching her which way to stand to avoid being kicked in the face, then how to curry Misty.

“You want me to curry? What’s curry?”

“It’s when the horse is rubbed or ‘curried’ to loosen dirt, hair and other waste or debris, plus it stimulates the skin to produce natural oils.”

“Oh, okay so like brushing”

“In a way”

He couldn’t help laughing as he watched her begin brushing Misty like she was a cat, “Not like that” he stood behind her, placing his hand on top of hers. He was so busy talking her through the motions, he hadn’t realized how close he’d gotten, or how small, warm and soft her hand was in his, at least not until he looked down to see if she had any questions. 

The world fell silent as their eyes locked. Din’s heart thumped against his chest, wanting to break free. Ann’s stomach tightened, as a shiver ran through her body. 

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[sensei-venus]

(Unedited) (Johnny’s Twin!Reader, Robby knows Daniel & Amanda are poly, Twin/Sibling Bickering, Johnny being a dick to his twin just because she cares.) ( Goes with these two posts Moodboard - Plotline )

Reader twitched as she sat on the wood porch of the small dojo. Her eyes flickered over the grassy yard in front of her. The place was beautiful with the lush grass and trees, even the small pond that seemed to be filled with koi fish was nice. Now she understood why Robby talked about it so much.

She doubted Johnny had anything to do with it seeing as his design skills were that of a child's. She had seen the inside of his apartment way too many times to know he sucked at decorating. He may be good at manual labor but not that great at executing it on his own. She rolled her eyes at the thought of Johnny doing anything actually artistically.

This place was definitely designed and laid out by someone else. She could only guess that it was that LaRusso guy Robby told her about. Reader only knew him from the car dealership ads on tv and the occasional billboard around town.

She knew little about him besides what Robby would mention during their regular hangouts. Sadly those meet-ups had been few as of recently. Robby taking the initiative to focus on school more and karate training. She didn't fault him for it, she was proud of him.

She sighed and looked down at her shoes for a moment but that was cut short when the sound of cars filled the air. The sound of engines cutting and car doors opening. Voices rang out as they moved closer to the outer gates of the building. She raised a brow as they grew closer.

“Johnny that makes no sense, why would they even care about you changing the schedule?”

“Thats what I said! They just started complaining about it this week. I did the same thing like last week for one of the meet ups we had, no one said anything about that one.”

The gate opened and Johnny, Robby and the LaRusso guy walked in.

“Well now I'm complaining because someone didn't want to text me back for a whole week about plans we made.”

Johnny shaped his face with his hand and groaned out. His blue eyes peered over at the pissed women.

“Fuckkkk-”

“Fuck is right asshole, I stopped talking to you for like three days and you take that as a sign to completely ignore me for a week after. You think I wasn't going to come find your ass?” Reader stands up and crossed her arms. Clearly pissed at her twin. Her brows furrowed as she looks at him tapping her foot.

Daniel looks between the two adults and then at Robby. Robby just smirks a little.

“Hi aunt Reader.”

“Hi Robby~ you want to watch me kick your dad's ass for ditching me yesterday?”

“I really want to say yes because that would be amazing to watch, but I'm going to say no. For good reason of course.” Robby tilted his head a little at his aunt. Daniel looked between the two adults trying to add things up in his head. Eyes going back and forth between them.

He pointed at the two of them saying “Wait? Aunt? Robby you have a aunt? Johnny you gave a sister-”

Before he can say anything else he is cut off by the two. Both of them cross their arms and with a pissed-off look saying.

“We are twins!!”

The two of them are fuming and Daniel can definitely see the resemblance now. It's clear both if them are easy to upset, both decently combative. Even the way they act around each other screams they are related. Looking at them closely he could see that they share a lot of similarities physically. Both facially and body wise they are pretty similar. His twin is just as tall as him, both broad-built and even their faces look a bit similar. His sister is just more feminine and soft looking.

“I like what you did with the place.” Reader says as she starts to calm down a bit more. Her eyes look around for a second before back at them. Johnny raises a brow. His sister isn't one to comment on random stuff like a stupid yard.

“Well I didn't do it, LaRusso did.”

“I could tell. You couldn't design something like this without drinking and getting into a home improvement magazine.” she scoffs at him. Robby tries to hold back a laugh along with Daniel. Robby slowly makes his way passed them and into the dojo. Reader watches him out of the corner of her eye until he disappears through the doors. Her gaze goes back to the other two men.

Daniel smiles at her as he enjoys the slight poking at Johnny.

“You like the yard I take it?”

“It's beautiful. The peaceful vibe and flow it gives off is great. I can see why Robby enjoys training out here so much. Also the pond was a beautiful touch.”

“You think? Did you see the fish? I just put them in recently.”

“I didn't get a good look at them but they are a nice touch.”

Daniel walks over to the now calm Lawrence and motions for her to follow him. She's quick to walk beside him as they go over to the pond area. The two of them peer into the clear water and start talking quietly. Johnny walks into the dojo and drops his bag next to the door, his eyes look out to the yard once again. Robby comes from one of the inner rooms of the dojo and joins his father in the doorway. Looking outside he sees what his dad is looking at.

Daniel points at something in the water, saying something they can't hear but apparently makes Reader laugh a little. She smiles over at the man and nods.

“I don't like this, not one bit...”

“Your mad Reader is talking to Daniel?”

“No I'm more pissed that he's trying to clearly flirt with her. Can't he go after anyone else’s sister? And isn't he married to a Amanda??”

“I'm pretty sure the LaRussos are cool with....that kinda stuff.”

Johnny's eye twitched before he turned and walked back into the dojo.

Leave it to the weird-ass LaRusso family to go after his twin.

(I might continue this? Next time it will probably be Poly!Daniel and Amanda smut😈)

#cobra kai #cobra kai blog #cobra kai ask blog #cobra kai imagine #cobra kai headcanons #cobra kai blurbs #poly daniel and amanda #poly! daniel and amanda #johnny’s twin!reader #daniel larusso x chubby reader #daniel larusso x reader #daniel larusso #amanda larusso #amanda larusso x chubby reader #amanda larusso x reader

[kittiwittebane]

Roommates!

Omg I am so sorry I really though I hadn’t finished it but then I went into it to finish it because I felt bad for not posting it yet and it was done 😭😭😭

Huntlow AU where Hunter and Willow both have to move to a city and they both rent out the same house.

This is original as far as I know. So yeah. Take it.

(It’s a multi-bedroom apartment that the owners said has a possibility of a different person living in the other room.)

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Willow had just moved from her small town of Gravesfield to the large city of Aparo, 1489 miles from her house. She had looked at the renting market and there was a nice small, two bedroom apartment near the centre of the city, for a nice price. However there was one thing. The description said the rent is for the bedroom and the house, and there may be a second client sharing the pay with you in the second bedroom, which she obviously didn’t need. She’d taken the chance and as it turned out, she was living with another guy. Some client who went by Hunter. Hunter Noceda.

Hunter had recently found out he’d gotten a nice deal for a college in Aparo. Without much money, Hunter had to go small. On the market, he’d crossed the two-bedroom house with a possible new friend, as he saw it. Or hoped. The people said there wasn’t a second person in there right now, but with people coming in every week for college, it was unlikely for it to stay that way unless nobody wanted to live with a random person, which would be understandable. He didn’t know if he’d be ok with it. About a month later he found out he’d be living with a girl named Willow. He really hoped she was nice. He decided he’d be a nice person whether she was or not. It would make living with her easier.

Hunter heard a knock on the door and assumed it would be Willow. Both of them were standing at the opposite sides of the door, nervous of who they’d be faced with on the other side. Hunter opened the door cautiously. He gasped. Oh crap, she’s hot. Hunter’s face went red, without any reason. She smiled at Hunter and waved. He was too busy taking in how pretty she was.

“Hi.” she smiled sweetly, waving. Hunter just looked at her. Oh no, this isn’t going well. Willow’s mind raced nervously. Why wasn’t he responding? Did he think she was ugly? Did he really wish she hadn’t rented this place? What was happening?

“Hello?” she asked. The boy shook his head, in what looked like surprise, and Willow tilted her head in confusion. She wasn’t going to question it though. Hunter motioned to her to come inside, and to her surprise, he took one of her heavy bags and her suitcase, leaving her with only her backpack to carry. Jaw open, she continued to her room, where she found a freshly made bed with beautiful white sheets and pillows. She expected to have to make it herself.

“Oh.” she patted the bed experimentally.

“D-do you not like it? I’m sorry I shouldn’t have assumed you’d like the bed made that way, I am really sorry.” Hunter spoke for the first time. Willow turned to him.

“No, I love it! Also, you made the bed?” she asked. Hunter nodded.

“Sorry, did you want to make it? Ugh I have to stop doing that.” he put his head down.

“No, I- thank you.” Willow tucked a stray hair behind her ear. Hunter looked up at her, mildly happy, mildly confused. He smiled at her before leaving the room.

The next day at breakfast time, WIllow groaned with frustration.

“F*ck, i forgot to get food, now I have to go to the store this early.” she grumbled. Hunter came around the corner.

“You ok?” he asked worriedly. Willow’s eyes shot up in shock, but softened as she saw the concern in his eyes.

“I have to duck into the store, I forgot to get some stuff for at least today yesterday.” Willow admitted sheepishly. The embarrassment of forgetting to buy food mocked Willow. Hunter looked at her sympathetically, this had happened on his first day too. Worse, it was raining right now.

“Don’t bother, I have plenty to share.” Hunter mumbled. “If you want to.”

Willow smiled to herself.

“A-are you sure?” she stuttered bashfully. Both of them just stood there for a minute looking like embarrassed tomatoes, chuckling nervously. Without speaking another word, Hunter got out some toast for her.

“Do you have butter on your toast?” Hunter asked. Willow nodded.

“What about a spread? I have strawberry jam, vegemite?” He paused, looking at the vegemite jar. He shook his head and continued. “Peanut butter??” he paused again. “I’m so confused.” he mumbled. “Blackberry jam, Honey, A couple of different syrups, and canned spaghetti.” He finished. Willow shook her head, her cheeks heating up.

“Anything is fine.” she mumbled diffidently.

Hunter made their toast and came and sat down with her.

“So tell me about yourself.” he turned to her, curious.

“Well.. what do you want to know?”

Hunter thought for a moment.

“Common knowledge of a friend.. Maybe?” he looked away, rubbing the back of his neck. Willow put her hand on his shoulder.

“I would love to be friends.” she smiled. Hunter looked back at her smiling goofily. She started. “My favourite colour is green. I absolutely LOVE gardening…” and Willow continued to list things that made her happy for about half an hour while Hunter just stared at her in adoration.

“What about you?” WIllow asked, Hunter’s former trance-like state popping like a bubble. He gave her a stunned look before attempting to form a sentence.

“Uh, I like to draw??” he shrugged. Hunter didn’t really know what he liked, as he didn’t really do much in free time. Willow seemed intrigued.

“Can I see one?” she asked shyly. Hunter’s face was washed with a wave of shock and confusion.

“Just because I draw doesn’t mean I’m good at it.” he mumbled diffidently. Willow’s eyes strayed away from him in embarrassment.

“Sorry,” she chuckled nervously. Hunter itched his cheek, and coughed awkwardly. The two avoided eye contact for a bit before Willow’s phone went off. Her eyes darted towards the screen and read the notification.

“Oh no! I forgot I signed up for a gardening club!” Willow groaned in annoyance. She picked up her phone and put her shoes on faster than Hunter had ever seen.

“UUUhh!” Willow wailed frustratedly. “Where is my seedling handbook!?” Willow’s voice became frantic and panicked. Hunter came over to the stressed plant girl and hesitantly placed a hand on her shoulder.

“Breathe.” he murmured comfortingly. Willow brought her hand out and counted to four on them while regulating her breathing. His hand subconsciously started to rub her shoulder. She smiled to herself. Once calm, she looked up at Hunter, only concern sparkling in his eyes. Both quickly realised Hunter’s hand was resting on her shoulder, and he was now the one freaking out. He quickly removed his hand, stuttering profusely.

“Oh, my titan I am so sorry Willow, I didn't mean to-” Hunter’s speech cut off as Willow brought his hand back up to her shoulder.

“It’s ok. It was nice.” She smiled, giggling a bit. Hunter’s face brushed with red, Willow’s brushed pink. Willow then found her handbook and walked out of the door.

Part 2?????????????????

#hunter deamonne #hunter noceda #hunter toh #hunter wittebane #huntlow #willow park #winter #the owl house #toh #dana terrace #winter toh #kittiwittebane #kittimoonshadow

[gdbatbitch]

Surgery happened on Tuesday! So my thyroid is now gone, along with some suspicious looking lymph nodes. The surgeon, Dr Lawrence Shirley at Baptist Health, was wonderful and has genuine concern for my progress. He told me that what was removed will be examined/tested by a pathologist to see if there may be any other issues, but hopefully this will be all I need to start healing. Hopefully. I'm not saying anything for certain.

The surgery itself was pretty easy on me. The only other time I've had major surgery like this was almost 24 years ago, when my twin daughters were born. That was a much different experience, but I have strong memories of the hospital staff at University of Kentucky hospital, and most of those memories are not positive. I'll just leave it at that. Baptist has been great so far. Everyone I've interacted with has been kind and made me feel like I was being genuinely cared for. Especially the nurse I was assigned Wednesday morning, Cody. He and I had a few conversations about the economy and comic books and movies, and that really helped me stay positive even though I was in pain.

I am still in a lot of pain. Swallowing hurts, as well as turning my head, leaning, bending over, or sitting up in bed. I tried a couple of times this morning before just rolling myself over to the side so I had more leverage to stand. I also apparently talked way too much yesterday because by the end of the day, my voice was all hoarse and that was causing pain as well. So I think today is going to be a quieter day.

I'm also going to be able to take off the bandage on my incision today and see how that goes. I'm kind of dreading that, even though I am curious to see what it looks like. I'm not afraid of having a scar, I have several as it is. It's just I have this weird fear of the incision opening up on its own. That comes from when I was recovering from the C-section and a staple that was holding the incision closed popped. It didn't really cause any problems, but I had nightmares that my guts could just fall out at any moment. Logically I know that's not going to happen, but the gremlins that control my anxiety levels are having a blast making me paranoid.

At this point, I'm at just around a third of the way toward my goal. I've already had to use what I've raised so far to keep the bills paid and pay for part of the surgery. The hospital has put me on an installment plan that will have me paying about $300 a month for 18 months. That is so far outside my budget, so I'm going to be pushing this fundraiser more, and I'd really love it if those of you that have already donated to share this page and encourage your friends to do the same. The more eyes we get on this, the better.

Right now my bank account is looking sad and since I'm missing time from work, my next paycheck is going to be just a little over half of what I usually bring home. It's only the 19th now, but I'm already nervous about being able to make November's rent. And I know things are tight for everyone, so even the smallest donations can make a big difference to me. A $5 donation is just as good as a $500 donation, and I'm grateful for all of them.

I'm grateful for all of you, for all you've done for me, whether it's a donation or words of support or a phone call, all of it. I usually feel like I'm taking on the world all by my lonesome, but I do feel very much supported and cared for thanks to all of you.

Please enjoy my post-op selfie and the grippy socks I absolutely took home with me. I'm wearing them now and I love them. I'm going to be doing nothing but resting today, since I overdid a little yesterday. Later taters.

#surgery #thyroid cancer #fuck cancer #grippy socks #gofundme #fundraiser #help please #reblog the shit out of this

[cannibalsrider]

destined for you

summary: from near death to sushi Geto (y/n) and Shoko ieiri had been tied together

pairings: Geto!fem reader x shoko ieiri

warnings and mentions: talks of near death, reader slight anxiety, talks of alcohol, and slight mention of Suguru since this is set in May of 2018 and reader is thinking she on thin ice with everyone. not proofread

An! Lowk in love with this kinda made this angsty lowk but it's not too much but it's still late cus meant to post this yesterday but happy late lesbian visibility week^.^

word count. 1,385

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“I can't stand the thought of losing you (y/n)”

Hearing her words made my ears ring. Shoko looked at me differently than usual. I could think it was because this was the one time I was brought to her to be treated with almost fatal wounds that was all right. Her voice came to me once more as I stared up at her from the ice-cold metal table in the treatment room. While I was lying unconscious it made me truly think. Did they think I was like my Nii-chan because of who he was? Was I on thin ice with all my coworkers and friends, even the students because I held the family name Geto? All the thoughts seemed to melt at that moment when I opened my eyes to see her staring back at me but that didn't matter now all I had to focus on was Shoko, not some worries thinking I was bound for death because of my name all I had to think about now was Her. Shoko said again, “I'm serious (y/n), what if Kusakabe didn't get to you in time to bring you back to campus?” I could tell she was worried. I always hated seeing her worry so much about me whenever I was injured.

"But he came in time, didn't he?" I responded, my voice seemed groggy, but it didn't surprise me much, knowing I must have been out cold for a while. Her eyes seemed to bore into me as if it was the first time she had to treat my wounds, as if we had been in school again, a smile wanting to tug at the corners of my mouth as I shifted slightly to sit up. "Still, (y/n), you lost a lot of blood. You're lucky I was able to heal you. But what if I couldn't have? I can't stand the idea of losing you." Her words brought me out of an almost unrealistic thought. She wasn't wrong; I could have died. I would have met the same fate as so many of our friends. "I'm here. I won't die, Sho. I promise I won't leave you, and I'm gonna keep it, 'kay?" I told her, my eyes searching hers as I spoke. Our fingers seemed to entangle as if it meant it was our fate to be destined to be here with one another and not for us to be as far as it had wanted us to be from one another. The silence was comfortable as I sat up, our eyes meeting the moment I was upright, the scent of whiskey and lavender filling my senses. "Sho, y’know I'd never let you stay here alone. You're never getting rid of me," I told her with a smile, earning a small eye roll. "You make it sound like I'd let you die, (y/n).”

I could tell she was serious; I knew she wouldn't let me die, and I'd not let her, even if I had to risk my life. Shoko Ieiri was worth so much more than she wanted to let on; she knew it, and so did I. "Acting as if I'd die anyway," I huffed, almost sounding as if I was Gojo-kun with how dramatic I looked. Even though we both knew dying was a possibility, we knew that came with the title of a jujutsu sorcerer. But even now, it seems like the thought of death scares me. I can't ever be sure about Sho, but it was always stuck in the back of my head, the idea of having to lose her after what happened to Suguru last Christmas. It's only been five or so months since that day, but it still seemed to weigh heavily on us all.

"We both know there might come a day your cockiness won't save you, (y/n). You know I'm right. Now come on, you must be starving," she told me, throwing my uniform coat and catching it a second before it fell, slipping it on as I stood up, a small growl being heard from my stomach. "I heard of a new sushi place nearby, or I'm sure we could order," I responded, unsure which she'd prefer. After god knows how long of monitoring me, I knew she must deserve me paying for her food after causing her that much stress. 

"Sushi sounds alright. Just don't get too much soju this time because you almost passed out in the karaoke room last month," she told me, making me want to shiver at the vague memory of drunkenly singing Mitski songs at the top of my lungs. "It wasn't thaaaat bad. Just blame it on Gojo because he kept daring me to take more shots," I grumbled as we started walking out of her little office.

"Honeyy," I called her, the slight drawl at the end made her tilt her head at me as we stood in the courtyard. "Hm?" she asked, confused, as she locked her door. "You don't think Yaga-sensei will kill me about this, right? Because he was pissed I almost didn't exorcize that curse in a mission from last month," I asked in what seemed like a worried tone.

.

It must have been my anxiety talking, but who knows at this point. Sometimes getting scolded by Yaga felt like our school days again, as if I were fifteen and Shoko was sixteen, hiding out in the infirmary away from the prying eyes of our classmates and underclassmen, just us in the silence of the sterile room. A book in my hand and a cigarette between her lips as we hid out from Satoru and Suguru. After what seemed like ages, she finally spoke.

“I don't think he’ll be mad. From what Kusakabe told me, the mission you got sent on was misregistered. Instead of being a semi-first grade, it was a special grade, and they just decided to send Gojo when you got brought back to campus. (Y/n), you won't get scolded for it when it wasn't your fault,” her response made me feel what seemed like a thousand times better than I had before, and she could tell as she linked her arm with mine.

“Now come on, there's no reason to worry so much. It's not like you'll get fired for something that was out of your control,” she said with a small smile as she patted my arm once. Her touch was comforting.

“You're right, there's nothing to worry about,” my smile seemed to ease us both as we walked down the hall, the small patter of her heels and my shoes echoing as we walked. The comfortable breeze flowed around us as we crossed the courtyard, heading towards the train station not far from campus. Watching Shoko seemed like a dream I never wanted to wake up from, and if it was, I hoped to stay in a deep sleep as long as possible, just to stay by her side. As long as one could yearn for it, I'd let her break and repair my heart, each vessel to her delicate touch I'd grown to know so well, and I'd hope never to lose it in this lifetime or another.

Shoko Ieiri was a sight to behold. If one lost it, I hoped to always find it, instead of it feeling like destiny for me to find her again. She was like a shot of espresso bathed in the winter sky, a rare gem shining in the sunlight. Anyone would be lucky to stand in the spot I am, arms intertwined as we walk to the restaurant.

"Do you ever think we would have been together in other universes, Sho?" I asked as we crossed the road, the Tokyo streets bustling, but everything seemed silent in the small radius of us.

"I have a feeling we would, and we’d be one of those cheesy couples in those rom-coms who have two cats and live in the countryside to get away from the city life," she answered. Her voice was all I wanted to hear for the rest of our days. As long as I was with her, life seemed complete.

Shoko Ieiri, you are a piece of art I hope never hides from the light of day.

#jujutsu kaisen #fanfiction #shoko x reader #wlw #lgbtqia #pls like this #jujutsu kaisen shoko #shoko #fem reader #i love her so bad #kissing shoko on the mouth #shes so real #wlw yearning #shoko ieri x reader #geto!fem reader #imagines

[acourtofthought]

I had a few friends mention that I'm a topic of conversation for the other side because I've "stolen" their idea that Elain is a healer.

I'm not sure why this is suddenly something they feel I'm guilty of since my recent post isn't the first time I've mentioned it.

As soon as I realized Elain was pinned by SJM as a Goddess of Spring (I can't remember exactly when that was however I have examples of posts below after I had been thinking about it) it had been rattling around in my head that she can bring about new life for people (not necessarily bringing them back from the dead, just a restorative healing) and the lands of Spring.

Was I the first person to think that? I'm sure I wasn't because unless it's a farfetched theory (like my thinking Elain wasn't granted Seer powers by the Cauldron, the Vassa's curse actually being a Valg type infection or the Lucien / Gwydion connection), I'm guessing most people have come up with similar ideas because the text and interviews and pins are there for everyone to see and I haven't been in the fandom as long as many have.

Does that mean I stole the idea from someone? Also no because I barely understood how to use Tumblr in the beginning and I wasn't actively searching for theories, (most of my time was spent in FB groups). I only signed up here to keep a record of my own and I eventually shifted to this part of the fandom. If I did find inspiration from somewhere or someone posted something that further supported the idea, I gave credit (see below). Again, two people out of the thousands and thousands reading these books will have eventually come around to things that are kind of a no brainer when we learn of things SJM has done or said (sort of like the many people who feel strongly that Gwyn is tied into the Little Mermaid based on SJMs Pinterest). If the theory ends up coming true, it's because the author created the storyline, not the readers, and we just picked up on the supporting evidence.

I think it's also important to consider that many of my theories surrounding Elain and any healing powers involve Elain in Spring, along with Lucien in Calanmai, Elain and Lucien with Koschei, Elain during any future wars, and possibly Elain with the Pegasus considering Helion (Lucien's father) is the one who owns them. I would think E/riel theories would have their own spin that don't involve Elain in Spring / Day, etc. Taking one idea and having your own interpretation that differs from others is what we all do every day.

I did give credit to a happyhermit podcast that someone directed me too as she drew my attention to the fact that Elain may have been healed by Cassian. Before that point, I didn't have an example of Elain actually (possibly) performing healing and only based the headcannon around it being something she'd be able to do in the future.

Not that my identity is a big mystery at this point but I blocked my name anyway 😂.

Even before that:

(excuse my dusty as hell laptop 🤣)

In the end though, it's kind of sad that someone who shares the same positive idea about a character is someone people are gossiping over rather than being excited there are people on both sides of the ship war that support something exciting for the character of Elain.

Also, there's apparently uproar over Elain's ring possibly being a made weapon and how I stole that theory.

Yesterday was the first time I ever heard that and it was shared with me by someone else, hence why I gave them credit for the idea. I only added my own thoughts based on my personal knowledge of what's in the books. Yesterday was the first time I ever considered it.

Had I wanted to make a post about it before, after supposedly seeing it from an E/riel and deciding to "steal it", I would have done it back then.

Instead, a mutual gave me the inspiration and I only expanded with my own ideas.

I'm not trying to be rude but some in the fandom are giving themselves and their page a bit too much credit because the only time I ever happen to see anything an E/riel posts is when I check the "Tags you follow" section because I follow the Elain tag (which I don't often do) or the "because you follow Elain Archeron tag" recommendations and that means I end up finding out bullshit like this through others who let me know when I'm being mentioned.

Job well done to them for also coming up with Elain's iron ring being a made object (which again, was not my idea to begin with) but after checking out what the fuss is about, it seems like our interpretation of it is different. And any similarities shouldn't be that shocking because we're all working with the same text. 🤦. Other people are in fact capable of figuring out 2+2=4 without some accusing them of only knowing the math because they copied their work.

And in general, just because we wrote about it doesn't mean we're the first person to ever think of something.

There are many non fandom readers and "quiet bloggers" who are capable of making connections but choose to stay hidden because of the bullshit in the fandom. None of us are the only ones to ever think of something when it comes to these books, regardless of who wrote it when. Anytime we come up with an idea, I'd say there's a good chance someone we're not aware of came up with it first.

So to the other side of the fandom, maybe consider that you're giving yourself more credit than is deserved by thinking you're the only group to come up with certain ideas. Unless you're talking to every person out there, Gwynriels, Elucien's, etc, even the ones who don't blog their theories, then you shouldn't pretend you're the gatekeeper of a a theory.

#fandom fuckery #elain archeron

[scotianostra]

On 7th February 1716, the Jacobite army disbanded at Aberdeen, ending the 1715 uprising.

James Francis Edward Stuart had fled to France with many leading Jacobites three days earlier and it would be almost thirty years before his son Charles would try to claim the throne.

When Queen Anne, the subject of yesterdays post, died on August 1st, 1714, inadvertently fulfilling her ancestor James V’s prophecy about the House of Stuart – “it cam wi’ a lass, it’ll gang wi’ a lass.” The Stuarts had ruled over Scotland and then the United Kingdom since 1371, and the end of the dynasty was viewed by many Scots as a tragedy.

Her successor George I, Elector of Hanover, arrived in London seven weeks later to claim his throne, but there was already considerable resentment against him because Scotland were imposed with the Hanoverian succession – there would be no separate crowning at Scone for this King of Scots.

Yes there had been another uprising a few years before, but historians all agree that the ‘15 was the best opportunity to put their monarch of choice back on the throne.

James’s cause in the west of the highlands proved unattractive at first, but Aberdeen, Dundee and Inverness fell to Mar without a shot, the only major stronghold north of the Tay that was still in Hanoverian government hands was Fort William.

Perth was captured in late September but a lighting raid on Edinburgh Castle by a small detachment of Jacobites failed – reportedly there were enough arms and cash deposits in the Castle to equip half an army.As it was, Mar now had thousands of troops under his command and James Stuart, who had no prior knowledge of the rising, made him his commander – but where was the ‘king’ himself? James was agitating with the French government to give him men and ships to no avail, but in Scotland and England, the rising was already well under way.

Against Mar stood only the troops under the Duke of Argyll’s command, and they were surely too few in number to stand against the Jacobites, even though reinforcements came from the Hanoverian garrison in Ireland.The Jacobite lords of Northumberland had risen, and were supposed to meet up with a force heading south through the west coast of England. This consisted of English Jacobites and a force from the Scottish Borders and at first they, too, swept aside all resistance.

However their ambitions were thwarted following their failings at the Battle of Sheriffmuir, and Bobbin John’s inadequacies as a leader in not pressing home the advantage, The Earl of Mar, to give him his real name, was by nature a ditherer, inexperienced in command and reluctant to advance without having an overwhelming force.

Argyll’s army was outnumbered two to one but he had experienced and battle-hardened troops under him, as well as a superior cavalry force. Mar’s Jacobites were inexperienced in mass pitched battles, and their commander was no strategist.

The tale of the Battle of Sheriffmuir on November 13, 1715, is simple – both right wings smashed through their opponents, the clans’ highland charge sending the government army into flight.

Crucially, they lost discipline and chased after the fleeing force and without those troops, Mar decided to hold his ground because Argyll’s right wing had beaten the Jacobite army’s left wing, albeit with heavy losses.

Mar may not have known that Argyll was down to around 1000 effective troops and that victory was his for the taking. Whatever the reason, Mar did not press home any further attack and though he claimed victory because there were slightly more dead Hanoverian soldiers than Jacobites, the strategic advantage had been lost and the Rising in Scotland had effectively been halted.

At the same time in England the Jacobites were beaten at Preston, ending their part in the Uprising.

It was over a month before James Stuart arrived in Scotland on a single ship with no soldiers and no clear idea what he wanted to do. Argyll sat waiting for reinforcements, while many of Mar’s troops went home to bed down for the winter.

The Jacobite King was devoid of command skills and charisma, and was also sick, which forced him to cancel a planned coronation at Scone and return to France, where he had been living under the protection of King Louis XIV of France, he never set foot in Scotland again, and it would be up to his as of then unborn son to try nearly 30 years later.

While the '15 Uprising may not be engrained in the Scots psyche, like the '45 is, their were severe ramifications for some, and executions of ringleaders followed, the most notable being the William Gordon, 6th Viscount of Kenmure, and James Radclyffe, the Earl of Derwentwater. Other notable Jacobites forfeited their titles and lands.

There's loads more on both Uprisings on a PDF here Y https://www.aberdeencity.gov.uk/sites/default/files/2020-09/Jacobite%20Trail.pdf

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