#fey writes

[onefey]

it's all what if rauru and sonia had a daughter this what if her name was zelda that, which is fine and dandy and nice and cute, but, i've been thinking. what if rauru and sonia had a son, huh?

and they name him after his father, but really he looks more hylian - in fact, he ends up looking a lot like sonia's great great something something grandfather, who lived on an island in the sky and was the headmaster of a knight's academy,

and he never gets to properly meet his parents or mineru or zelda but the chamberlain who raises him tells him aaall about them, and he grows into a wise king with mastery over light and juuuust enough time power on the side to maybe keep a hero in a crystal for seven or so years,

and he does a lot of great things in his time as king. gathers six new sages, powerful even without secret stones, and names himself the seventh. builds a new temple of time, and uses it as a seal to protect the last thing hyrule has - the triforce, hidden long ago in the sacred realm. he sees to it that it is protected further from those who would use it for evil, and he rests easy in a peaceful kingdom.

and when he has a daughter he remembers the stories told by the old chamberlain who raised him and he names her zelda. and he loves her, he loves her so dearly, and she becomes a wise queen where he was once a wise king.

and one day he realizes that he has stopped aging, that he has inherited his father's long lifespan. his fellow sages die. his daughter grows old. so he presses a kiss one last time to her sleeping forehead, and he disappears, flying off into the night sky, only to return when he is needed again.

and maybe you don't even need to invent a child for sonia and rauru, because maybe you've already known him a long time.

#the legend of zelda #loz #tears of the kingdom #totk #ocarina of time #oot #rauru #kaepora gaebora #wuh oh! a piece of writing disguised as a post!!! haha gotcha!!! #i think it's a fun headcanon anyway #fey writes #totk spoilers #edit: i forgot to tag this as spoooooilers whoops 💀

[hyper-fey-xations]

Hunger, Hunger (Is the Purest Sin)

Rating: M

Fandom: Danny Phantom

Warnings: Cannibalism (ghost hunger), insanity, slight ish body horror but pretty minor, dissociation kind of??

Word Count: 666 :)

A/N: the title is from White Foxes by Susanne Sundfør!! great song, personally I think it fits Danny pretty well from an angst standpoint (I have a DP angst playlist if that's something that interests you). give it a listen! do please read with caution keep yourselves safe!!

His hands were green.

Toxic, unnaturally inhumanly bright green.

It dripped in globs from his mouth and stained his lips and hands green.

Green, green, green.

Green consumed his vision, his thoughts, his control.

He brought his hands up to his mouth and gave each one slow licks from his long tongue. Now his mouth was stained green. Just like his lips, like his hands. Like his eyes, pupil-less, consumed by green, green, green.

He wanted more.

He wanted more.

Why did he want more?

His core felt like it was being yanked out of his chest towards the sluggishly bleeding anima in front of him. His core was yearning, it was begging. It wanted more, more, more.

Why do I want more?

The leg of the rabbit anima twitched and his sharp eyes zeroed in on the growing pool of green. A soft whine escaped the writhing specter and he felt hungry.

Why am I so hungry?

Drool began to leak from his mouth and he wiped it away with the back of his hand. Sweet, sweet green entered his mouth at the motion and an undeniable craving enveloped him. The green was smeared across his lips and mouth.

To him, green tasted barely resistable, ambrosial, compulsory, obsessive. It was just short of impossible to deny. It felt provocative. It felt seductive. Like it was the best thing in the world. Like it was all he needed to survive.

He wanted the hunger to stop.

He wanted it to never end.

It feels wrong. But it feels good.

The viscous pool of green on the pavement beckons him deeper. It's as though he was dunked in a harlequin sea. He was drowning in green, green, green but has no desire to swim.

The pool reaches the tip of his boots. Before he can register his movements, he's kneeling in the pool and laying his palms flat in the syrupy green. His long tongue emerges from his mouth and licks the remaining streaks of green from his face. Resounding desire wraps around his chest and pulls.

Swiping two of his fingers through the green, he watches intently as it dribbles down his hand. He brings the digits to his mouth, mindful of his sharp teeth and fangs. When did he get those?

GREEN bursts across his tongue and he is enveloped in ecstasy. He scoops more onto his fingers and shoves it into his mouth. Something nags at him to stop. He should stop.

He doesn't. He finds he doesn't want to.

Like a stranded man just given water, he drinks and drinks and drinks. Like an itch finally scratched, unspeakable pleasure veils him from clear thoughts. All he sees, thinks, wants, hears, tastes, feels is GREEN GREEN GREEN GREEN.

The anima moans mournfully as its core weakens. Danny feels sick satisfaction as its form drips and melts away. The ever growing pool of treacly green creates a twisted sense of pride settling into his core. Like a predator who caught its first prey. The anima is almost entirely denatured and he grins a green grin, baring his pointed teeth. He uses both hands to scoop up the gooey liquid and pours it into his mouth. He can feel himself laughing, cackling as green drips out of his mouth and down his chin. He chokes as he chuckles, continuing to lick the green from his hands. Deeper and deeper, he falls.

His core thrums and buzzes in his chest. It's aching and it's urging; it all feels stronger than ever. It feels far from being satisfied. The desire drips over him like honey. It creeps over his skin and encompasses all thought. His core wants more, and so does he. He hiccups and gasps despite no need for air. He rests his hands around his throat and his tongue continues to hang out of his mouth. The precious, addictive taste lingers and the wide-eyed, wicked grin doesn't seem to falter. It displays his green-stained teeth.

The anima is gone and his gloves are no longer white.

In an instant, the green recedes and Phantom feels more dead than ever.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #dp #ghost hunger #cannibalism #tw dark content #danny kinda goes insane #insanity #tw cannabalism #tw dissociation #he has an out of body experience /neg #i do in fact do not know how to tag please bear with me #fey writes

[washedupfae]

#enamoredfey #fey writes #voting #voting for story #isekai story

[thefatedthoughtofyou]

He's been at Steve's house a week before he manages to gather up the courage to ask.

He shuffles into the living room, Steve's old slippers on his feet, Steve's old pajamas hanging off him. He'd lost weight in the hospital. And hadn't gained much back yet, still in too much pain to really have an appetite. But this, it needed doing. He needed it done.

"Steve?" He asks, throat clicking, voice scratchy from underuse. Steve looks away from the tv immediately, hits the mute button, eyes wide and on Eddie.

"Hey. You okay?" He asks, turning his whole body on the couch, towards Eddie, giving him his full attention.

Eddie just nods. Slowly. His eyes going unfocused, staring at the floor.

"Eddie?" And Steve's in front of him now, he hadn't even heard him get up.

"Hmm?" He hums in his throat, eyes still feeling foggy.

"Did you need something?" Steve asks, Eddie's eyes focus, the concern in Steve's voice bring him back into his body. He looks at Steve, nods, says,

"I need you to cut my hair." His lip trembles, he digs his teeth in.

"You... what?" Steve's confused. Rightfully so. Eddie swallows around the fire in his throat, tries to explain it to Steve. This thing he can barley figure out himself. Has a half formed idea at best. He wipes at his nose with the back of his hand, Steve steps a little closer.

"It's just- it keeps- I keep laying on it. And it... pulls. And I'm sleeping and it pulls and I wake up and I can't breathe and it's-" he inhales, sharp and shakey and then Steve is there, his hands on Eddie's shoulders.

"Okay. It's okay. I'll do it. Whatever you want Ed's." He pulls Eddie upstairs, into his bathroom. Stands with him in front of the mirror, scissors in hand.

"Where do you want it?" Steve asks, his eyes meeting Eddie's in the mirror. Eddie takes a deep breath, brings his hand up, winces at the pull on his ribs but keeps going.

"Above my shoulders. But like... I wanna still be able to tuck it behind my ears?" He's not sure why it comes out as a question, but Steve just nods, Eddie sees his lips twitch into the start of a smile before dropping again. He reach up, drags his fingers genlty through Eddie hair.

His stomach sinks, his hair is gross. He hasn't washed it in days. Too tired. Too much pain. Too much effort.

"Sorry my hair's gross." He mumbles, lips barley moving.

"It's not. It's fine." Steve assures him, his voice soft, sections out a small lock of hair, he looks at Eddie in the mirror again.

"You're sure about this?" He asks, he looks sad. Eddie hates it. But also doesn't. Because it means Steve sees him, understands him, and how important his hair is to him.

But it doesn't matter right now. That his hair is a peice of him, a peice of the Eddie he'd built to keep himself safe. A peice of his armor.

"I'm sure. Please." He isn't begging, exactly, but his hands fist in his pajama pants, and it feels like it anyway.

"I'm gonna go just above your shoulder at first okay? And then if you want more off we can do that." Steve waits for Eddie to agree and then starts cutting.

Eddie closes his eyes when the scissors sink through his hair. Keeps them closed as Steve works. He stops a few cuts in and tells Eddie to wait there. Eddie sits on the toilet seat as he waits for Steve to come back.

He brings a radio with him, clicks in one of the tapes Eddie made him, and gets back to work. Eddie's eyes stay closed. He finds himself smiling as he listens to Steve hum behind him. Scrunches his nose when Steve full on sings a few times.

Not because he's bad. He's got a really nice voice actually. Eddie loves listening to him sing. But if he didn't scrunch his face he might to do something else instead, something stupid, with Steve so close.

It only takes a couple songs before Steve's hands are on his shoulders, gentle, reassuring, an anchor.

"Okay. It's done. Or at least. Might be. I can take more off if you need me too." His voice is soft in Eddie's ear, Eddie can feel the heat of his chest on his back he's so close.

He opens his eyes and feels his heart flutter in his chest. His head swimming a little. His hair hadn't been this short since junior year. He can see Steve watching him in the mirror.

"Good?" He asks, dragging his lip into his mouth and letting it go again.

"I think so." Eddie says, feeling a bit dazzed, a bit dizzy. And then Steve fucking reaches up with both hands, tucks Eddie's hair behind his ears genlty, his fingers moving down his neck to rest back on his shoulders.

"I could take another inch. It'd still fit behind your ears." Steve's eyes are moving over his head, like he's doing some complex math equation. Eddie wants to cry. His chest tight.

"Okay. Take it." He says, Steve's eyes move to his in their reflections again.

"Yeah?" Steve asks, reaching up and smoothing his hand over Eddie's hair. Eddie nods.

"Yeah. One more inch." He breathes the words out, like he just needs them gone, out of his mouth. Steve smiles at him, untucks his hair from his ears and starts cutting again.

Eddie watches him this time. Watches the way his tongue sticks out as he concentrates, measuring Eddie's hair between his fingers before he cuts. His tongue peaking out between his lips, brow furrowed in concentration.

Eddie watches him and tries to convince himself he actually wanted it shorter. And maybe he did. But he knows too, that he didn't want Steve to stop touching him. Steve's eyes meet his in the mirror and he smiles again. Eddie looks away. His cheeks burning.

"Okay. You're done Munson." His voice is teasing, it makes Eddie's stomach flutter.

"Thanks. Harrington." He teases back. Too soft. He knows. But he can't help it. His voice is stuck in his throat. Steve snorts as Eddie turns, takes a step toward the door.

"Actually. Can I-" Steve stops, his hand curling around Eddie's bicep, stopping him there. Eddie looks at him. Waiting.

"Can I wash your hair for you?" Steve asks, his voice quiet, Eddie barely hears it over the radio.

"My...?" Is Eddie's articulate reply.

"Please? It'll make you feel better. I- I think." Steve stammers a bit, always so endearing when he does that. Eddie loves when he's flustered.

"I uh... yeah okay. If you want." Eddie shrugs, tries to act normal. Like any of this is normal. And Steve fucking beams at him, that beautiful smile on full display.

"Okay cool. Just uh... here you can sit here while I get this cleaned up and get a towel and I'll be right back." He's talking fast, his hands flailing and jumping around as he talks. Eddie just nods, smiling at him as he watches him toss Eddie's chopped hair into the trash. Watches him take a lock of it and tie it in a knot, tells Eddie he'll put it somewhere safe. So they'll know when it's fully grown out again.

Steve wipes up the counter and disappears, comes back with two towels a few seconds later. Instructs Eddie to sit on the floor. He sets a towel down for him to sit on and lays the other over the side of the tub.

Eddie lets Steve guide him. His hands gentle as he lowers Eddie's head back over the tub, asks if he's comfortable, Eddie hums an affirmation. Steve makes sure the water is warm, not too hot, because Eddie doesn't like hot water. He gets it perfect. And then starts pouring water onto Eddie's hair.

Eddie's not sure where he got the cup. Or if it was already there for some reason. He means to ask but Steve's fingers sink into his hair and his brain short circuits. The shampoo smells amazing. Minty. It tingles against his scalp in the best way as Steve's fingers move in slow circles.

Eddie's eyes fall closed. He's sure he makes some obscene noise but Steve is kind enough not to comment. His fingers working magic in Eddie's hair. He rinses with warm water, the contrast from the cool minty feeling making Eddie shiver.

He hears Steve laugh a quiet laugh as he does and smiles himself. He hears another bottle pop open and closed and then Steve's fingers are back. Working the conditioner into his hair slowly, massaging it into his scalp as well. His hands moving slowly, with a purpose, for what feels like hours. He pulls back eventually, fingers dragging slowly through Eddie's hair as he goes.

"I'm gonna let that sit for about two minutes and then we'll rinse okay? You doin okay? Not in pain are you?" Steve all but whispers in Eddie's ear. The radio is still playing in the background. But Eddie couldn't tell you a single fucking song that had played since Steve started touching him.

"I'm good. Kinda tired. But that might just be your magic fingers." He peaks one eye open, watches as Steve laughs, shakes his head. He closes his eye again and laughs too. Only it wasn't a joke. Not really. Steve's fingers were magic. Just like the rest of him.

Steve hums along to Queen's Radio Ga Ga as they wait, Eddie tapping out the beat on his thigh as Steve hums and sways. The song ends and Steve scoots closer.

"Ready?" He asks, turning the water back on.

"As I'll ever be." Eddie deadpans, scooting back a bit from where he'd slid down.

"You're not gonna try and put products in my hair and blow dry it are you?" Eddie asks as Steve starts pouring water over him, fingers moving quicker now, moving his hair around to get it clean, he snorts again.

"No. Just wanted to get you clean." He says, pouring one last cup of water over his hair and turning the tap off. He grabs at each side of the towel under Eddie's neck and lifts, pulling Eddie up and wrapping his hair in one smooth motion. Eddie's eyes land on him and he can't help it.

"So my hair was gross. I knew it." He sighs, watches Steve's nose crinkle.

"It really wasn't that bad. But you thought it was. So i figured this would help." Steve shrugged, like it was nothing. Eddie bit his lip as Steve patted and scrunched his hair in the towel, being careful not to pull.

He claps his hands down on his thighs and helps Eddie get back on his feet. Pulls him genlty to stand in front of the mirror again and smiles soflty when Eddie takes the towel off his head and drags his own fingers through his hair.

It's short, leveled at his chin, a little above when he tucks it behind his ears. And he feels... better. Lighter. He shoves his hands up into the back of it, taking a deep breathe when his fingers drag over his neck, it makes him shiver.

"Fuck. I'm gonna be cold now." He mutters, chuckling in his throat, he hadn't thought about that.

"I'll keep you warm." Steve's voice is soft, when he speaks. The tape in the deck clicks and goes quiet as they stare at each other in the mirror.

"I just wanted you to feel better. But I'll gladly keep you warm too. Whatever you need Eddie. I- I mean I'm here. For you. Not goin anywhere." He shrugs after he mumbles through his little confession, his eyes on the floor when he turns to Eddie.

"I feel better." Eddie whispers, bites his lip and decides to be brave.

He steps forward, into Steve's space, Steve lifts his head, hazel eyes darting around Eddie's face. Eddie hears his breath stutter when he leans closer, presses his lips to Steve's cheek, firm.

Wanting no doubt in Steve's mind that Eddie means this. Means to kiss him. Means to pull him into a tight hug after. Means to hum happily into Steve's neck when Steve pulls him close, arms wrapping around Eddie's skinny frame and holding him tight.

"I'm not going anywhere either." Eddie breathes into his shoulder, presses another kiss there, into his shirt, like a promise. Steve squeezes him tighter, Eddie thinks he might be crying. His chest fluttering against Eddie's as he breathes shakily.

"Can I sleep in your bed tonight?" Eddie asks, lets Steve pull away a bit so he can see him. Eddie was right, there are tears in his eyes, but he's smiling as he looks at Eddie.

"Yeah. Course you can. You can sleep there every night if you want. Forever." Steve says, nuzzles into Eddie touch as he wipes tears away from his flushed cheeks.

"Forever huh?" Eddie teases, kissing acoss Steve's cheeks genlty as he laughs, it's wet, and wobbly, and Eddie is so fucking in love with him already.

"Yeah. Forever. Or however long you want me I guess." He shrugs again, dismissive, as if he really thinks Eddie would ever give him up.

"Forever sounds good to me. Not fucking letting you go now I've got you." Eddie whispers, his hands holding Steve's face, Steve's hands on his wrists, holding him too.

"You're gonna keep me forever?" Steve asks, his lip trembling as he looks at Eddie with hope in his teary eyes.

"Forever and ever, if I can." Eddie nods, and it seems to break Steve. He sighs, grabs at Eddie's pajama shirt and tugs him forward. Their lips crash together, a little rough at first, their teeth clicking until Steve seems to calm and slow down. His lips move genlty against Eddie's, soft and slow, and when he pulls back he's smiling again, his crooked little half smile that Eddie loves so much.

Steve scrunches his hair a few more times and then drags Eddie upstairs, gets them both comfy in his bed. And he holds Eddie as they fall alseep, pressing kisses into his hair and against his temple before sleep takes him.

Eddie wakes up warm. Drapped across Steve's chest as the sun hits them. He feels lips press into his hair, smiles when Steve makes exaggerated kissy noises. But he keeps his eyes closed, nuzzles deeper into Steve as he feels his fingers press into his hair.

Eddie hums as they drag through a few times, nimbly untangling rats or snags as they move. He sinks deeper into Steve, his heart fluttering as Steve's hand moves through his hair genlty, scratching at his scalp as he goes, before settling against the back of his neck, his thumb moving in slow cirles against the newly exposed skin.

Eddie whimpers into Steve's chest and snuggles closer, Steve keeping him warm, just like he promised. Eddie couldn't wait to spend forever with him.

#steddie #my writing #mine #my fic #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve x eddie #steddie fic #steddie ficlet #Fates Endless Inkwell #fei #just a random little idea i had

[mysteries-x-mistakes]

currently working on some backstory for two characters and I can’t decide what would be more heartbreaking. So say your girlfriend comes back from the dead as a lich controlled by your enemy and you know you have to kill her but you can’t bring yourself to do it, so you lock her up in an underground tomb for eternity. Do you A) guard her until the end of your natural lifespan, visiting her and bringing her flowers frequently that she can see through the thin alabaster sealed door, and try to create an order of knights to protect her so she’ll never be alone. How many years will she trapped underground missing you? What do you say to her, who hasn’t aged a single year since she’s been reanimated, in your final days? or do you B) also become undead (though a different type) despite your religion calling it heresy so that you can guard and protect her tomb until the end of time, being with her forever and always. Would she love or hate what you’ve become for her? Until one day nearly three thousand years later it isn’t safe for you anymore, they’re routing out and killing all of the undead. You have to flee, not knowing if you’ll ever see her again, knowing you’ll have to live years, if not, forever, suddenly ripped apart from her? When it’s finally safe to come back, you go to the tomb only to find that it’s empty. Was she finally put to rest? Did someone kidnap her? Put her under their control again? Or is she free and roaming the lands? How will you ever track her down? Will she ever forgive you for what you did to her?

#writeblr #writers on tumblr #creative writing #fantasy #fey writes #fey talks #the injustice of mhorgun #i honestly can't decide what's more deliciously dramatic #and yes they’re lesbians in case that wasn’t queer I mean clear

[u3pxx]

⚖️☀️🌻 we always hear about propaganda from the fans... but how about from the characters? luckily interviewer, anita knough, is here to ask our lovely ace attorney cast!

little comic for this poll from @theyrebasicallycanonpoll !!! (no being toxic to em! we're here to just have fun oki!!)

you heard the aa cast!!!! now go vote nrmt go go go!!!

#ace attorney #phoenix wright #miles edgeworth #narumitsu #wrightworth #trucy wright #klavier gavin #simon blackquill #franziska von karma #maya fey #athena cykes #apollo justice #ema skye #dick gumshoe #sunnysidedraws #if they dont win thats ok too pfttt #i just had this cute idea abt the characters talking about em! #i loved writing the dialogue for this its all just very silly shggfdfdh #they're basically canon #sunnysideattorney

[whereserpentswalk]

#poll #196 #fantasy #urban fantasy #writing #werewolves #werewolf #vampires #vampire #dragon #dragons #fey #faries #quest #wizard #robot #cyborg #alien

[tojisun]

still thinking about him 😔

#suns #text from fey’s many pics of joel (tlou hbo) #toji fushiguro #toji fushiguro x reader #<- BECAUSE I MIGHT JUST WRITE A FIC (i have three homeworks due tonight but fuckkkkk i need him) #jjk

[a2zillustration]

I carried this thing for MONTHS with the EXPRESS PURPOSE of putting Raphael in it (knowing full well Larian wouldn't let me do that, mechanically) and I had one major miscalculation.

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#Ok I'm gonna ramble in the tags about all this get ready: #I KNEW Larian wouldn't let me actually pull this off but I PROMISE you that stupid flask sat in my inventory since the moment I grabbed it #WAITING for when I could write this little bit about putting Raphael in it #I even threw it at him in the fight with a 30% hit chance and it succeeded so I considered that Larian giving me permission to say it workd #But as I was reading up on it again when I was sketching this I saw the bit about native planes and I cried LMAO. But it's dnd- #so I rewrote is as it would've happened in a game. U kno. #Also I have been waiting to use that fox line for SO LONG bc of Croissant's dad being a fox-like fey creature #So much backstory that's slotted in PERFECTLY with the BG3 narrative #Anyway absolutely wild that we managed to take out this ancient powerful devil - and on the first try! #Lae'zel with a potion of speed did WORK. Gale came in clutch with hold monster. Astarion gave Raph stage fright. Croissant made him dance #(I'm pretty sure he just doesn't have a dance animation in ascended form lol) #Hope didn't even need to use divine intervention - this party is terrifying #Croissant hated him but in the end I loved Raphael I see why all you people like him #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 spoilers #act III spoilers #house of hope #croissant adventures #tav #raphael #lae'zel #iron flask #comics #ALSO shoutouts to you if you both noticed and knew which worthikids animation I borrowed the expression in panel 5 from

[door-insurance]

“Surprise for maya” - Franmaya

#ace attorney #franziska ace attorney #maya fey #franmaya #ace attorney franziska #franziska x maya #pheonix wright #pearl fey #my hand writing is an scp

[trlvsn]

she would. in my mind she would

#ace attorney #aa #maya fey #raystextpost #phoenix wright: ace attorney #aa maya #aa maya fey #aa steel samurai #steel samurai #maya fey writes fanfiction about the steel samurai it's just a fact #ace attorney meme #aa textposts #ace attorney textposts #textpost #ace attorney maya fey

[onefey]

in the far flung past, there is minimal civilization yet. wild plains and forests, plants you'd never dream to see in the modern day, pokémon long extinct. it's wonderful, a haven of untouched nature.

ai sada, however, is not natural, and this becomes ever apparent as time, sweet time, marches forward. she realizes that she will not be able to keep her artificial body maintained in the way it was meant to be. she continues to function, and she continues to love, but eventually there's no more false rubbery skin over her metal endoskeleton, which rusts, slowly, and surely.

meanwhile, in the far flung future, human civilization has gone so far forward there are hardly any real humans left to inhabit it, only the remains of their advancement and the iron replicas of pokémon. it's wonderful, a haven of technology only to be dreamed of in the past, years upon years to study.

ai turo, however, cannot help but think he looks out of place. he looks human, too human. he was made to imitate a human man, and he cannot bring himself to purposefully destroy such a lovingly crafted falsehood. so he keeps the illusion perfectly maintained, never running short on the resources to do so.

in the end, they are both misplaced, someone too robotic in a world untouched by technology, and someone too human in a world that has outgrown the concept.

#pokemon #pokemon scarlet and violet #scarvio spoilers #ai sada #ai turo #fey writes #umhh. heres something !

[one-time-i-dreamt]

Tina Fey wrote the Bible.

#dream #text #February 14th 2024 #tina fey #the bible #writing

[battybiologist]

Of all things in the final case of the Original Trilogy, this is the one that made me cry.

I'm not arrogant enough to pretend to be able to decipher Misty Fey, she's a very enigmatic character whose motivations and actions are complicated. However, I can't remain unmoved by her choice of photograph to keep in her Master's charm.

She did not pick a family photo where everyone was smiling, she did not choose a picture where her children accomplished something traditional parents would be proud about.

She chose a spontaneous photo of her children being very worried that they would get in trouble for a common childhood antic. A picture that represents their sisterly bond and respective personalities more sincerely than any other planned photo

What's worse is that, seeing the broomsticks near each Fey kid, the conclusion is obvious: they broke the urn while playing together. They also both feel responsible, as seen by Mia trying to fix the mistake (classic older sibling behaviour, I get you, girl) and Maya crying over being in trouble.

How did it make Misty, whose relationship with Morgan turned sour to the point of homicide, feel to see her daughters get along so well?

#ace attorney #trials and tribulations spoilers #bridge to the turnabout #mia fey #maya fey #misty fey #ace attorney original trilogy #i got teary-eyed just writing this

[thefatedthoughtofyou]

{ Thank you for the idea @imsodonewiththissite !! It almost got angsty but i controlled myself!!! }

"What in God's name is that?" Dustin’s voice goes almost shrill as he walks behind Steve, looks down at his pumpkin. Eddie's head shoots up from where he's carving his own pumpkin, his legs shot out in front of him, his feet hitting Steve's across from him. Steve flushes, tells Dustin to shut up, and shoves at his legs to get him to move on.

"Alright alright jeez! It's just... I've never seen a pumpkin like that. Did you even try?" Dustin huffs as he settles back into his own carving area between Lucas and Will.

"Yes. I did try. Thank you very much. Henderson." Steve huffs, wipes at his pumpkin, then wipes his hand in the grass to get the bits of guts off. Eddie sits up taller, making a show of trying to see Steve's carving, but not really trying to see, they'd agreed to show each other at the same time.

Steve hadn't really had any idea what to do, so he'd just done something silly. But he could see Will and Dustin’s and theirs were detailed, and spooky. And his just looked... stupid, now. Steve sighed and put the top back on his, waiting for Eddie to finish.

He was staring, he knew he was. He couldn't help it. He loved when Eddie was in full concentration mode, his tongue poking out between his lips, his brows crinkled. Steve would never tell him that. But he could look. No harm in that.

Eddie looked up and met his eyes, smiled brightly, and dusted of his own pumpkin before popping the top back on. He tilted his head, this way and that, a few times and then looked at Steve again.

"Okay. You ready?" He asked, drumming his fingers on the gourd resting under his hands. Steve scrunched his nose.

"I'm having second thoughts." He said quietly, the kids were all yelling, in their own little world, but he still didn't want them to hear.

"Aww. But I'm excited to see it! Especially with the way Dusty Buns reacted." Eddie drooped, his eyes going wide and sad, the way Steve was weak agaisnt. He sighed, his own body drooping.

"Ugh. Fine. On three?" He tilted his head. Eddie nodded.

"On three."

"One."

"Twosie." Eddie wiggled his fingers, Steve rolled his eyes fondly.

"Three!" They both said it together and turned their pumpkins toward each other.

Steve's eyes shot open, Eddie's was... good. Like really good. Everything a spooky jack-o-lantern should be. Creepy eyes, sharp teeth, what looked like a skull nose.

"Holy shit Eds. That's... holy shit. Mine is so shit compared to- why are you making that face? What's happening?" Steve changed directions mid sentence because Eddie's mouth had dropped open as he stared at Steve hideous excuse for a carving.

"Oh my god you hate it." Steve grabbed at his pumpkin, about to turn it back toward him and hide it forever but he froze when a sound started coming out of Eddie's open mouth.

It took a moment to really form, but once it got going, Steve could hear it. Manical giggles were bubbling up out of Eddie's mouth. He slapped his hands over his face to stop them but they just kept coming.

Steve wasn't sure if he should be offended or not. He frowned though, his brows dropping on his head and Eddie immediately shook his head.

"Oh my god he's ADORABLE!" Eddie cackled the words, shoved his own pumpkin genlty aside and crawled toward Steve's, his hands outstreched and grabbing.

"I know it's- wait what?" Steve was so confused.

"Steve I love him. Look at his stupid little face." He'd devolved into baby talk and was scratching at the pumkin like you would a babies chin. Steve felt himself smiling.

"Wait you actually like it?" Dustin guffawed from behind him. Eddie spun around fast, guarding Steve's pumpkin from sight.

"Excuse me?! 'It'? Don't you ever speak like that about my son- our son!" He jerked his thumb over his shoulder at Steve. Dustin rolled his eyes.

"It's not even scary! It's just a big mouth!" Dustin’s hands flailed. Eddie screamed at him dramatically, clutching his chest.

"He has a tooth! And two adorable teeny tiny eyes!" Eddie moved, pointed at the face Steve had made. El and Will both aw-d, Max and Lucas smiled, Mike just rolled his eyes.

"He's not- it's just-" Dustin stammered a bit.

"What? Dustin. He's what?!" Eddie asked, his hands still clutching at his chest.

"He's ugly! Okay? It's an ugly pumpkin!" Dustin yelled, Steve didn't even have time to feel hurt, because Eddie shrieked again, his voice going impossibly high.

"Dustin Henderson! I can't believe you just called your brother ugly. You heathen!" Eddie practically hissed the last word before he hopped to his feet and bundled Steve's pumpkin into his arms.

"Unbelievable. We don't need them Steve. Let's go." He popped his nose into the air and looked to Steve. He knew he had to look like a deer in headlights, not sure exactly where they were meant to be going.

"Kitchen." Eddie whispered, giving Steve a wink.

"Oh right. Okay yeah." Steve stumbled toward the door, opening it for Eddie as he stomped after him.

"Oh what you're going inside? Just leaving us out here?" Dustin called, Will and El booing him as he kept taunting Steve and Eddie. Eddie spun, looked at Dustin, propped the pumpkin on his hip like a toddler and pointed his finger accusingly.

"Yes. And we are leaving... in a huff!" Eddie's accent sounded slightly French at the end as he spun around again and stomped into the house.

"Slam the door Steven. Show them we mean it." Eddie said with an air finality. Steve grinned, fighting back laughter, and slammed the door. He tugged the blind closed too, for good measure. He turned to find Eddie wiping at the pumpkin with a wet washrag, getting all the little shavings off.

"You didn't have to do that." Steve said, moving to stand next to him. But not too close.

"Do what?" Eddie asked, grabbing the dish towel off the little hook and drying the pumpkin now. Steve sighed, leaned his butt against the counter and looked at the floor.

"Play it up liked you love the pumpkin. To make me feel better about my complete lack of skill." Steve laughed a little, shrugged, and looked up to find Eddie staring at him. He tossed the towel down and took a step forward.

"Oh no. Unfortunately for you, Steven. That was a genuine reaction. I fucking love this thing." He patted at the side of the pumpkin and grinned at Steve. Steve frowned.

"Really? It's not... I mean it's nothing special. Did you see Will's, I swear there was a castle on it." Steve shook his head. Dismissive.

"Oh I saw it. Still like yours more." Eddie said, matter of fact.

"Why?" Steve was still frowning. Eddie sighed, walked over and stood next to Steve, his arm pressed agaisnt him, warm.

"Me and my mom used to buy four pumpkins. Every Halloween. Always four. Two for her. And two for me." Eddie's voice was soft, the way it always was when he talked about his mother. Steve found himself trying not to breathe to loudly, he wanted to hear everything Eddie had to say.

"We'd each do a classic, spooky guy. But the other one. The other one we used to make just... the most ridiculous faces. Or the dumbest ones. Anything cute and silly." He looked at Steve for a moment, a soft smile on his lips at the memory.

"It very quickly became a contest of who could make who laugh the most. Just by carving some silly face." Eddie shook his head and laughed gently.

"I haven't made a funny one since she died. And you turned that pumpkin around and it took me back. To all those stupid pumpkins and how we used to laugh. And I mean really laugh." Eddie's voice was getting tight as he spoke, a little wobbly, and Steve wanted to hug him, wasn't sure if he could.

"She had the best laugh Steve. She'd have loved this." He moved his hand over the pumpkin again, gently stroked down it's side.

"And you."

It was almost too quiet. Steve almost didn't hear it. Wasn't sure he had until he looked up and saw the way Eddie was looking at him. Steve is so sure that it's the same way he'd been looking at Eddie for months now.

"It's the perfect pumpkin Steve. The best one I've seen in years." He's so serious, when he says it. Steve feels like he might cry. Feels a bit reckless, with Eddie looking at him like that. So he leans toward Eddie, his heart fluttering as Eddie smiles, just a barely thing, and leans toward him too.

The kiss is soft, Eddie makes a little sound in the back of his throat when Steve's hand moves to his neck and pulls him closer. They kiss until they're both smiling so much it's just their teeth clicking together and Eddie dissolves into manic giggles again and buries his face in Steve's neck as he holds him close.

"You have a good laugh too Ed's. " Steve sighs, pulling Eddie closer as he hums and nuzzles into his neck, his fingers pressing into Steve's back as he cuddles closer. Steve breathes deeply, his nose buried in Eddie's hair, and feels Eddie smile against the soft skin of his neck.

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( below is an approximation of their pumpkin faces. I fucked up the eddie one's mouth dont looookk at meeeee )

#Halloween blurb #steddie #steddie ficlet #Fates Endless Inkwell #fei #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve x eddie #mine #my writing #my fic

[metaphorical-goblin]

Thinking about Mia screaming at someone (not Morgan, Morgan would not fight her as she left), hand wrapped around her own necklace heavy with beads (heavy with power, study and training lining the edges), and tearing it away from her neck, beads clinking to the ground like heavy raindrops, her magatama digging into her sweaty palm

and thinking about Maya watching quietly from behind a cracked door, tears rolling down her face as she watches her sister shout (or curled up in bed, hands cupped over her ears, shaking, because this isn’t something new, isn’t really unusual from their routine)

about doors flying open, hands tearing clothes out of drawers as Mia stuffs a bag full (and would she have stopped if Maya clung to the sides of her robes, begged her to stay? Did she stop, if Maya did?)

or about a quiet evening flight, where Mia packs a suitcase for weeks, one she pawned off a passing-by-traveler who didn’t want it anymore because a big tear split through the side (nothing a needle and strong thread couldn’t fix, mind you), about a silent exit in the dead of night, about a ticket for the last train that left Kurain without so much as twinkling lights to wish her goodbye, good luck

Does she say goodbye to Maya, then? Does she wake her younger sister from her sleep and pull her close, whisper that she’s doing this for them, for their mother, for her. Does she kiss her forehead and tuck her back in?

Or is the only thing that Maya gets a scribbled note on her bedside table in the morning, without so much as an apology written on it?

(Does Mia know that she is still clinging to her magatama? Does she even know it’s still digging into her palm until she leaves?)

#ace attorney #maya fey #mia fey #having thoughts about the Feys #I might write this eventually. I like thinking about Maya #angst #sorry I realize now I should tag for that lol