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skullhaver · 2 months

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and if 3.5 years into a D&D campaign I put together an OC playlist for Athren for the first time and wrote up comically detailed accompanying notes, what then

[Menzoberranzan]

1. Why We Build the Wall // Between the Wars - Billy Bragg

The enemy is poverty And the wall keeps out the enemy And we build the wall to keep us free // For theirs is a land with a wall around it And mine is a faith in my fellow man

These two songs function together, both in Billy Bragg's voice. "Why We Build The Wall" functions here as an overarching, archetypal "oppressive society" song. Here we establish our lawfully-reflavoured homebrew Menzoberranzan, with its assigned-at-birth haves and have-nots. Then we zoom in on this ordinary family doing their jobs between extraordinary times of conflict. Athren grows up and becomes a young adult as Just Some Guy during, "The peace we knew between the wars."

2. Second Child, Restless Child - The Oh Hellos

See, I was born the second child With a spirit running wild, running free And they saw trouble in my eyes They were quick to recognize the devil in me This song is so straightforwardly, heart-wrenchingly Athren, it doesn't need annotation. He wants to do his duty but his main character/PC energy is just too strong.

3. A Sadness Runs Through Him - The Hoosiers

Oh, he could not break surface tension He looked in the wrong place for redemption Athren can tolerate chaffing against the restrictions of his caste, but he can't tolerate the abuses perpetrated on him and his family by his House's nobility. Wonder what he's gonna do about it?

4. Santé - Stromae

Et si on célébrait ceux qui ne célèbrent pas Pour une fois, j'aimerais lever mon verre à ceux qui n'en ont pas [In English] What if we celebrated those who don't celebrate For once, I'd like to raise a glass to those who don't have one [also functions as a pun - "raise a glass to the have-nots"] This song salutes ordinary workers (the title, meaning "health," is a toast), including some specific jobs like house cleaners and nannies, who keep life running while the rich party. Fills the narrative role of growing worker solidarity between House Vandree and House Auvryndar during coup strategizing.

5. Blue Automatic - Thank You Scientist

Toxic feeling, pacing back and forth again The floor, the ceiling, feel it closing in This is the end Without a place, to rest your head You got nowhere to go, your Back's against the wall Your back's against the wall I listened to this album a lot while we were first doing character creation and kicking off the campaign. I came to permanently associate it with Athren. This song in particular has long been the "chaos of the failed coup attempt" song.

6. DEBT COLLECTOR - Jhariah

It's all catching up to you now Hope you can run 'Cause soon your past will come and drag you Down, down Immediate aftermath of the failed coup attempt, of course.

[The Underdark Wilds]

7. Far From Home (The Raven) - Sam Tinnesz

The air is cold The night is long I feel like I might fade into the dawn Fade until I'm gone Oh, I'm so far from home Our harrowing and sorrowful transit to the surface.

8. Brother - The Rural Alberta Advantage

There's a dream I had Where somebody watched out for me and you And in the end of life There was no one there for me and you I had trouble finding a song about brothers that fit what I wanted to convey about Athren and Adinar's relationship. This one has an emotional intensity and clarity that spoke to me. Some lines are easier for me to imagine as from Adinar's point of view ("Brother, my brother / You've got to hold yourself together") but broadly this song to me is about Athren's despair at leaving Adinar behind. It's a kind of dream/fantasy that somehow Athren and his parents could go back. Despite how angry he was about the (perceived) betrayal, of course Athren never stopped loving his brother.

[Waterdeep]

9. Heartbreak Feels So Good - Fallout Boy

No matter what they tell you The future's up for grabs, you know No matter what they sell you Is there a word for "bad miracle?" Athren's on the surface now and he's adjusting to the idea that his life is really his own, with all the terrifying uncertainty and glorious possibility that entails.

10. Immigraniada - Gogol Bordello

But if you give me the invitation To hear the bells of freedom chime To hell with your double standards We're coming rougher every time Props to Athren's parents' gumption to go from being a scribe and scout to running a restaurant. That idea originally came about because I thought it would be a funny parallel with another character's family, but as the game's gone on, the Dahanas being an immigrant family has started to feel genuinely poignant and badass.

11. I Guess This Is My Life Now - Roan Martin

I guess this is my life now Will this be my home? A younger me thought by now we'd be grown I guess this is my life now At least it's now my own And what did young me know? Kicking off the songs set solidly during the Dragon Heist campaign, with Athren's eternal mood of, "Haha what the fuck are we doing. I guess this is normal now. I guess this is what 'making it' feels like apparently!"

12. Mr. Invisible - Thank You Scientist

Sole contender For what I believe to be a mess All I know, we'll never put it to the test [...] When I say that you can count on me, it's true But it seems to me that I can't count on you What are you waiting for? As previously stated, I strongly associate this album with Athren. To me, this jazz prog rock odyssey of a song resonates with our party's efforts to parse Waterdeep's various factions and dig deeper into the Grand Game.

13. Old Scars / Future Hearts - All Time Low

I don't wanna be the one that's left behind Don't blame me, don't hate me I don't wanna be the one that's left behind I won't fade away Be forgotten or just cast away This life is mine to live Like "Second Child, Restless Child' this one feels so vivid and so personal, there's almost nothing to say :') Bonus for another use of "walls" to refer obliquely to Menzoberranzan. ("If you could see beyond the walls that you have built" and "But you won't think outside the lines that hold you in")

14. You're Gonna Go Far Kid - The Offspring

With a thousand lies and a good disguise Hit 'em right between the eyes Hit 'em right between the eyes When you walk away, nothing more to say See the lightning in your eyes See 'em running for their lives By the end of the adventure, we've become Big Damn Heroes of Waterdeep and Athren feels like his life is just getting started!!

[Bonus Track] 5 Finger Discount - Choking Victim

'Cause I want to see, what's on sale what's for free Every time I go to shop I steal from enemies Who steal from me, and from you If only you knew, then you would steal too Yes, this punk/ska song is about shoplifting and hiding a package in your pants next to your dick. It's silly. It's unfortunately perfect for him.

#athren dahana #i truly wrote this only for my own edification and amusement and do not expect it to make much sense to anyone but me #but i put enough work into this that i wanted it to go in his tag for my own reference

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roleplay-cupid · 1 year

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Looking for Fandomless roleplays.

Hello! ❄

22 Year old Female looking for an 18+ male Rp partner for a f×m romantic roleplay.

I'd love some drama, fluff, angst, etc. Dark themes are okay, but I draw the line at very dark themes, such as gore, noncon etc and I don't do NSFW at all. It makes me uncomfortable...

Anyway, I write novel style rp and can write 2 paragraphs or more depending on the detail, but if you can only write one; that's fine, as long as it's not a one liner...

I want modern fantasy with the male being your choise; he can have powers of his own or be completely human, I don't mind. My female oc is based on the Ghost Rider and a Siren, so her powers tend to unknowingly lure in the worst men so that she can "take care of them". But again, she doesn't know that. It's not necessary for the plot, but those are just her powers. This has led to traumatic experiences for her, such as a lot of close calls or being injured, so she is very wary of men.

For the plot I want to go for a scenario where she managed to escape from her adoptive parents who are thieves that sort of throw parties almost everyday and steal what they can from the people while also forcing her to steal from the richer men or families. So she escaped from them to start an entirely new life by using her illusion typw powers to make people see her the way she wants them to. As a human. During this time she meets a man who she ends up falling inlove with, so they start dating. But rather far into the relationship, her past starts catching up to her and the man ends up learning about how she stole from people, learns what her powers are, etc, but doesn't learn the full truth of course, so he thinks she has just been lying to him, which leads to a fallout, etc. I'd love to hear more ideas for this, but this is just the basic plot.

She does have a bio that I will send you, but I CAN make some changes if you'd like. It's not set in stone, so I don't mind changing them a bit sometimes because it can make a very fun rp most of the time.

We can discuss the plot in further detail, decide on tropes, etc, because I'm open for almost anything.

It can be high school setting, university, working together, etc. They can start out as friends and then turn to lovers or whatever; I'm open to ideas.

Anyway; I'd love a long term partner to write with and do some world or story building, share ideas for the plot, hopefully befriend along the way. I just want communication as well; like I don't mind slow-ish replies, but I don't want to wonder if you're still interested a week or two later, because I already have two of those going on and it's not fun. Atleast tell me if you're going to be gone for like more than three days or a week. I myself reply relitavely fast unless I'm busy, ill, etc.

I write mostly on Discord at the moment, so you can find me at Akkin#3052

Thank you, I hope to hear from you!

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Akkin#3052

#fandomless #fandomless rp #18+#minors dni #ocxoc #answered by soldier

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raplinesmoon · 3 years

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Burn After Reading (KSJ x F!Reader) - IV. Lovesick in Lisbon

Pairing: Kim Seokjin x Female Reader

Genres: action, heavy angst

AUs: exes-to-lovers, spy!AU

Word Count: 3.1k (oops did I say drabble? rip)

Warnings: ANGST, pining, mentions of past relationship, mentions of minor character death, grief, mentions of torture and kidnapping, mentions of guns, verbal arguments, lots of internal monologue, lots of flashbacks these two are just two angsty fools and very bad spies I’m sorry, some fluff tho! (and then I decide to hurt you)

Ratings: R

Summary: The agency made the biggest mistake they ever could by trusting Kim Seokjin one more time. You weren’t going to do the same.

A/N: Hi! Soooooo, here's a biggie chapter in which we find out a lot about OC and Seokjin's past and what led them to break up. Very very big shoutout to @jinpanman and @berryjam17 for being so invested in spy!Seokjin and his story and for giving me motivation to continue writing for him because I love him with all my heart (truly). Mai, here's your dashing hero Seokjin moment!! I hope you enjoy (this is not proofread btw)! Lots of love, Isi 💜

Crossposted to AO3 here.

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“Rumex? Earth to Rumex.” The crackling of Seokjin’s voice through your earpiece startles you out of your reverie. You blink, attuning your senses to the bustling street that surrounds you, realizing that in your daze, the bica you’d ordered had turned completely cold, and you’d left half your pastry uneaten. It’s not worth it to turn to the kind café owner and ask for another one, you muse. After all, that’s not what you were here for anyway.

“___? Is everything okay?” Seokjin asks once more, concern evident in his voice. He’d broken protocol, you realized. Spies were never supposed to deviate from their given code-names during a mission, it put everything at risk. These days, there was no telling who was lurking within earshot or who’d tapped your phone line.

“I’m fine, RJ. Just scoping out a new location today to see if I can find any intel,” you cut off his call with your strictly professional reply, not daring to repeat the mistake he’d made. You stand, leaving a few euros on the table as you walk the winding roads further into the neighbourhood, surrounded by street musicians and the cries of street vendors beckoning you in to take a look.

You knew why he’d done it. Seokjin could sense your worry from a mile away. He’d always been able to. The two of you had been given ten days in Lisbon to track down the human trafficker masquerading as an art dealer that had been evading the agency since long before Havana had brought the two of you together once again.

Four days in and the two of you were nowhere near finding anything on the whereabouts of any members of the trafficking ring. You knew they were parading around somewhere in Lisbon, but the two of you were stuck. Both in your mission and with each other.

The last time the two of you had been in Lisbon, it had been on shaky grounds, dealing with the fallout of Yoongi’s death. For what it had been worth back then, at least the two of you had love to carry you through it. This time though, the air between you two was a different kind of troubling. Seokjin had been nothing but kind, almost placating. He’d never started an argument, had always taken your shortness with a smile.

And that was what perturbed you the most. It was almost as if he didn’t care anymore, as if he treated you like another random person walking these streets. The history between the two of you wasn’t that easy for you to forget, or to get over, and you knew your cold, defensive exterior was only proof that he still affected you so.

Pausing, you’re drawn to the glimmer of a storefront. Intricate, delicate designs in gold and silver filigree greet your eyes as you peruse over the rows of necklaces, bracelets, and earrings. Your eye catches on a particular design, the gold cuff glinting in the afternoon sunlight.

5 Years Ago

“Pretty, isn’t it?” Seokjin ponders, staring at the delicate filigree cuff your eyes drifted to. “But not as pretty as you.”

A blush colors your cheeks as you playfully shove him.

“Pretty, but also distracting,” you reply. “It’s not what we’re here for.”

Lisbon had you both lovesick. In the wake of Yoongi’s death, Seokjin had become clingier than ever, too scared to let you wander for even a second. The you of a few weeks ago would’ve chastised him for being so distracted, but the you of right now welcomed it.

Things were good like this. Pretending the two of you were a normal couple in love, one who ate ice cream and held hands and went for sunset walks. A couple who didn’t have their dearest friend ripped from their lives at the hands of a notorious murderer. A couple who wasn’t now tasked with tracking said murderer down.

Seokjin’s hand found yours, his thumb brushing gently over your knuckles.

“Let me buy it for you anyway, please? A pretty bracelet for my pretty girl.”

You choked at his outward display of affection, tears clinging to your lashes. So used to living a life full of shadows and secrets, Seokjin’s light broke through the darkness and offered you a way out. Hope for being somebody beyond a mindless mercenary. The thought of him being ripped away so suddenly, like Yoongi had been, was too much for you to bear.

“I love you,” you blurted out of nowhere, not knowing what came over you, as you tighten your hand in his.

Seokjin’s other hand gently clasps the cuff around your wrist. In your trance, you hadn’t noticed he’d bought it from the shop owner.

“I love you more,” he responds, a soft smile gracing his handsome features as the blazing glow of the sunset burns behind him.

Snapping out of your daydream, you reach for the cuff, but stop yourself. It did no good to dwell on the past. Things were different now, and you had a mission to see through.

Slowly, you make your way away from the busy streets and down the narrow alleys that are hidden from the average tourist’s view. The mid-afternoon sun wanes as the buildings above close in on you, desperately searching for something, anything that could be a clue. Something that could make this time in Lisbon different.

A chill crawls down your spine as you realize you’re being followed a second too late. You let out a silent scream as a hand clamps down over your mouth and everything fades into darkness.

Something’s wrong. Seokjin knows it in his heart. He hadn’t heard from you for a few hours, after you’d cut him off saying you were looking for intel.

He’d gone on an afternoon walk of his own to clear his head from the abysmal failure of the mission so far. Once upon a time, the two of you had been the greatest partners the agency had ever known, your skills unrivaled by any other spy. He can only attribute the success of your partnership to the relationship that the two of you had once shared. Five years later, being back in Lisbon and no longer together meant that the two of you had forgotten the intricacies of working together as a team.

Your communication had taken the biggest hit. It had become scattered, stagnant, like the two of you couldn’t even talk to each other anymore. He knows that you’ve always been the more jaded one out of the two of them, the one whose walls were harder to tear down, but there was a time once he had been the one to knock them over and see the real you inside.

And now, he was left wondering if you were in danger. He’s spent enough of the past five years regretting what happened last time in Lisbon. He had no way of telling, but something in his heart told him that he’d be damned if he’d let you get hurt after all this time.

Setting off in search of you, he passes the café you’d stopped by hours before, where he’d last heard from you. As he cycles the streets in search of any clue to your whereabouts, panic sets over him. What if he’s finally lost you, after coming so close all those years ago?

5 Years Ago

“RM,” Seokjin is careful to use Namjoon’s codename, knowing danger is around the corner.

“___’s missing. I lost track of her and I don’t know what to do,” Seokjin’s voice rises in pitch as fear overcomes him. One minute, the two of you had been strolling through the market, hand in hand. He’d turned away for a mere second, spotting a bouquet of flowers he thought you’d like, when suddenly, you were nowhere to be found.

“RJ, please. I know you’re freaking out,” Namjoon’s calm, even voice calls out to him. “But don’t do anything reckless or irrational, I’m begging -”

The call cuts off as Seokjin spots a shadowy figure in the corner of the market. Breaking out into a run, he pushes through the crowd of people as the figure slips around a corner.

Slowing his run, he follows behind the figure from a safe distance, making sure to keep himself out of sight. As the roads begin to wind and the buildings above cast a large shadow, he follows the figure into a dilapidated alleyway.

He can hear the snickers and laughs of a group of men in one of the buildings. Crouching, he peers through one of the windows, startled by the voice of one of the men that speaks.

“What a pretty little thing you are. We’ve caught you now, haven’t we? Just like we caught your little friend a few weeks ago. I still remember the way he fought back, he nearly took out a few of my own men.”

The hairs on the back of Seokjin’s neck stand straight up as he realizes he’s come face-to-face with Yoongi’s murderer, the man the agency had been tracking for ages.

Seokjin’s gaze is caught by the figure tied to a chair, dress torn and face bloodied. He chokes on his silent scream as realizes it’s you. And now they have you.

“Will you beg just like he did? He told us that he had friends, a family in the agency. That they’d avenge him, and put us behind bars. But they never came for him, did they? They let us get away with it, they let him scream as we put a bullet in him to shut him up.”

Your sobs echo through the building as you’re met with the reality of Yoongi’s death. That he hadn’t come close to justice at all. He’d been taken, and broken, with no one to rely on.

Seokjin’s own eyes are heavy with tears, and his stomach drops. Neither of you had been able to save him. He’d died alone, and this job had killed him.

Mustering up a bout of steely determination, Seokjin makes a decision. Reckless be damned, he wasn’t going to lose you either.

The shot rings out as one of the men in the group drops dead in an instant. Frantic, the group of traffickers looks around for the source of the gunshot, and Seokjin sneakily makes his entry.

Knocking out the two men closest to the door, the whole building suddenly erupts in a panic as shots blaze through the room, the men turning their guns on each other in hopes of finding the traitor.

Seokjin drops to the ground and crawls on his elbows. He’d caught them. A group of hired mercenaries lacked one basic thing - loyalty. They were all in it for selfish reasons, and so, they’d never hesitate to think one of them had betrayed the whole organization. Fortunately, spies worked differently.

He’s able to make his way over to you, your tear-stained face shocked as you recognize him. Putting a finger to his lips, he unties the ropes that bind you until you drop to the floor with him.

“Go,” he whispers. “I’ll be right behind you.”

Seokjin finds you in the same alleyway, crumpled to the ground, barely breathing.

“___! Can you hear me?! No, please, please, please -” he holds you to his chest, praying to every god he knows that you’re still alive.

Slowly, your eyes flutter open as you let in a deep breath.

5 Years Ago

The silence is deafening as Seokjin takes a seat next to you on the pier, the wind whipping your hair and the tatters of your dress.

“___. Talk to me please, I almost lost you. Tell me if you’re okay.”

Seokjin is begging, pleading for a sign that they didn’t hurt you. His heart throbs, beating so rapidly that he feels sparks of pain in his chest.

“What the hell did you do?” your accusation startles him. “We were so close to catching them, the men that killed Yoongi, the men the agency sent us after, and you blow it! For what, Seokjin??!! What did you think you were doing?”

Seokjin’s heart stops. Of all the reactions you could have had, he’d never expected this.

“What did you expect me to do? They would have killed you, ___. And then what? I would have lost you!”

“But you would have been able to gather information, send something back to headquarters, and they could have brought backup. We could have caught them, and it could have actually meant something. Instead, now they’re gone and we’re nowhere close to finding them, to avenging Yoongi’s death, to fulfilling our mission.”

“Is that all that matters to you, ___? The damn mission? What about me? What about us?” the last sentence is whispered so quietly, Seokjin almost thinks you haven’t heard him, that the wind carried his words away.

“There is no us, Seokjin. Not in our field of work. I realize that now. What kind of life is this? Always being on guard, always fearing getting caught, or worse, killed. Never being sure that you’ll come home at the end of the day. We were fools, Seokjin. Fools to think that love could have blossomed, could have thrived in these shades of grey. Love needs light to grow, to develop, it needs happy memories. It doesn’t need secrets, lies, and death.”

“So,” Seokjin replies bitterly. “That’s what you really think? You’ve been waiting to say this, haven’t you? Been waiting to come up with an excuse to end things between us ever since Yoongi died. Because it’s safer for you that way, right? You can hide behind your shadows and secrets, never letting anyone in.”

“Does it make you feel good?” he continues, each word stabbing further at the ugly wound that has begun to fester in your heart. “Does it make you feel proud that all you’ve condemned yourself to is a life of lies? That you can never be yourself? I love you, ___. For everything that you are, for the life we have together, not just as partners and spies, but as two people who love each other. But it seems like you don’t feel the same way about me. You never have.”

You suck in a breath, wheezing as if you have a broken rib. A broken rib would hurt less than the piercing nature of Seokjin’s words, you ponder.

“We both made an oath,” you whisper. “The day we joined the academy. We committed ourselves to this life, knowing that we’d have to give up parts of ourselves in order to do this job. To not only keep us safe, but to keep everyone around us safe. My parents taught me the importance of devoting my life to carrying out that oath, to protecting the world around us, to not being selfish. And I intend to spend the rest of my life honoring them and their lessons, and to make the agency proud.”

You hoist yourself up, wincing gingerly as the scrapes across your knees sting.

“Maybe it’s best if we end this partnership,” you decree, turning on your heel as you walk away from him, from this.

The statement seems resolute in its finality, and Seokjin can’t help but slump over, head held in his hands as sobs wrack through his entire body.

Reaching in his pocket, he feels around until his hand closes around the dainty velvet box, pulling it out. The tears cease as he stares at it, and are replaced with only the storm of anger brewing in his heart. Anger that you walked away from him, that you’d given up on your relationship, in the exact moment he’d been preparing to ask you to be his forever.

His arm swings as the box flies through the air, disappearing from view as it drops into the murky depths of the ocean below, Seokjin’s wail echoing through the chill of the midnight air.

“Seokjin? Is it you?” you whisper weakly, tears filling your eyes.

“___, shhhh, shhhh. It’s me, you’re with me baby, it’s okay. I’m here.” Seokjin wraps his arms tightly around your limp figure, sharing his body heat with you in the hopes that some color would return to your cheeks.

“I messed up,” you blubber, your sobs becoming louder and louder and echoing through the alleyway. “I was so close to finding him, so close. And now they’re gone. They took everything from me - my headset, my phone, my tracker.”

“Shit,” Seokjin sighs, rocking you back and forth. “Fuck, I-, it’s okay, love, it’s okay. It’s not your fault, baby.”

“___,” he says, whispering sweet nothings in your ear. He doesn’t know where the terms of endearment came from, but it’s so natural for him to fall back into the rhythm of loving you. He’s spent the past five years sleeping around, drowning himself in booze and cracking jokes to keep the pain away, because once again, his heart threatens to break under the weight of his love for you. The love that’s never left him since that night on the pier.

“I’m not mad at you. But we need to run. Once we get back to the hotel, you need to pack your things, and I’m going to find us the next flight out of Lisbon, okay? Don’t worry, baby, I’ll keep you safe.”

He brings you to a standing position and drags you back out onto the street, your face blanched against the vibrant hues of the setting sun as he walks the two of you back to your hotel.

As he rounds the corner up the street, your weak voice meets his ears.

“Seokjin,” you say, as he turns to scan your face for anything wrong, ghosting his fingertips over your cheeks, your neck, your arms for the faintest scratch.

“The bracelet,” you whisper. “The one you bought me that day.”

The day you last told him you loved him.

“I lost it,” you sob. “I’m sorry, I-, I- was on a mission, and I was wearing it, god that was so stupid why was I wearing it?, and the n-next thing I knew, it was gone. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry!”

Your sobs grow louder as you collapse against his chest. For years after you’d left, you’d hung onto the bracelet as your last reminder of him, the man you’d once loved. Who you still loved.

Seokjin says nothing, but wraps his arms around you tighter, as if now that you’re in his arms again, he’s scared to let you go one more time.

To the passerby out for an evening stroll, a pair of lovers stand under a streetlight, locked in a crushing embrace.

RJ: RM, Rumex and I have run into trouble in Lisbon. We’re leaving on the next flight out and going rogue. Please don’t attempt to find out where we are or send the agency after us. We’ll be safe together, I’ll make sure of it. Burn after reading.

A/N pt 2: I no longer have mixed feelings about this! I've been struggling so hard to continue this story because I didn't believe in myself and my writing, but I just decided to say fuck it and return because I love these characters too much to leave them hanging. This is probably my favorite chapter so far!! As always, any feedback and comments are much appreciated, but I appreciate you all anyway.

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aerialflight · 3 years

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Fic Rec (it's been too long and I read a whole lot of fics)

I've read so many fics these past couple of months and my need to share them to the world has seized me by the throat. Please enjoy and support these fanfic writers! They are the best. XD

[Naruto]

Nine-Tailed Foxes are Dead by RowlettLesbian

Ship: Shikamaru/Naruto

For Konoha, it's been one month since the preliminary Chunin exams. For Naruto, it's been six. And he wasn't in Konoha.

At the end of his ordeal, Naruto walks into the Chunin Exam finals without his left arm.

Shikamaru is very concerned. And, eventually, very precious to Naruto as they work together to solve the mysteries of Konoha and bring kindness to the Shinobi world, one adventure at a time.

(I would die for this fic. I know the summary sounds doom and gloom but IT'S NOT. This fic made me fucking cry, I don't think I've ever read a fic that characterized Naruto so right. He's so full of hope and love and develops into the best version of himself and I'm so HERE FOR IT. And it's not just Naruto, Shikamaru is absolutely amazing here along with Kakashi and surprise surprise Ino, I can't BELIEVE it took me this long to stumble across this fic. Also THE WORLDBUILDING IS TO DIE FOR!!! And the plot! Is! So! Interesting! Just, everything about this fic is just amazing so please PLEASE read this!!!)

The End of the Uchiha by RowlettLesbian

Ship: Naruto/Sasuke

“I promise, little electric spirit of this shrine,” he whispered into the soft dirt and fallen leaves, “I will never gain the eyes. I will never pass them on. And I will make sure the eyes end in my brother, so that they can’t hurt anybody anymore. I will be the last Uchiha, and see to the end of the Copy-Wheel Clan. Then all of the hatred here can stop, and my family can rest peacefully. I promise, little shrine.”

Sasuke is more than his brother thinks he is. He's more than any Uchiha has ever been. He will kill his brother, but it will not be vengeance.

It will be mercy.

(Same author as the one above, they are the gift that keeps on giving. Seriously, HOW did I NEVER FIND THESE FICS before now??? One of life's greatest mysteries. The author's sense of humor is so on point here along with the atmospheric writing that's so vivid in the mind. Their writing style is so recognizable to me now and makes me fall into the world they're creating, it's stunning. Sasuke here makes me want to hug him and the idea of him living like a feral ghibli character has me LIVING. Check the tags of the fic, all of it is true, hand to god. Please give all of the author's fics a shot, it's a rabbit hole I'm thankful I fell into!)

mil fantasmas (gritan en calma) by LegaciesandMemories

Post-Tsukuyomi, something in Uchiha Sasuke's mind shatters. The same night, Yamanaka Ino falls asleep and doesn't wake up for 15 days.

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In which Ino and Sasuke both wake from the aftermath of the Uchiha Massacre with the ability to see ghosts, and no one is prepared for the fallout.

(This fic has arrested my curiosity and eagerness to know what will happen next. These poor kids need so many hugs and Ino is getting the spotlight she deserves. I am so excited for this fic and what it has in store! Please read! XD)

Lichtenberg Figures by Asteroid_Duck (JustThatOneGirl1815)

Name: Kakashi Hatake Rank: Jounin Status: Missing Nin Missing Since: June 15th, 271 AD Note: Flee on Sight . . . Haburashi looked his team in the eyes— three, fresh out of the Academy genin— and resolved to teach them as best as he could. And right now, his lesson was simple: “Stay. Away. From. Kakashi. Hatake.”

(Dimension travel fic with a slice of Kakashi being an absolute troll and dealing with the shitty hand he's been dealt with. Seriously, the man has the worst luck in all of Konoha. Also, the mystery of the other Kakashi's history has me leaning by the edge of my seat, I need to know.)

The Governess by Ysmirel

Ship: Kakashi/OFC

"“What,” he finally asked, “is so funny?”

Ibara bit her lower lip to keep the chuckles in, still smiling and making absolutely no effort to get more space between them, seemingly perfectly at ease within reach of a trained shinobi. Her self-control wasn't all that good, as she ended up snorting and was overcame once again by another fit of laughter. “I just- It's just-” She struggled to speak, trying to catch her breath and wiping away tears of mirth with the hand that wasn't still holding onto his vest. Finally, she looked him in the eye and said, with a smile that was all teeth and without a hint of her previous drunken stupor, “and who's going to believe you?”

As he stood there, stunned by her words and change in demeanor, he realized with dawning horror that she was right."

In which Kakashi finds himself at the other end of the troll shtick, and he doesn't appreciate it all that much.

(It's so hard to find self-insert fics with a fresh concept these days, especially in the naruto fandom. Not that I don't enjoy and devour a lot of self insert fics like it's going out of style, but it's just so nice to find something new and shiny and really damn good. I'm so pumped for this fic and how it's going to develop so please join me in rooting for this fic!)

half a league (until the valley of death) by SpectersShadow117

Kakashi can think of no reason for Sasuke's inexplicable and drastic change in behavior. He doesn't like the desperate, haunted gleam in his student's eyes, and he also doesn't like the nagging feeling that he's missing something very important. Aka: Future Sasuke goes to Past Sasuke and gives him a reality check with Specific Intentions, but as with most Uchiha, his methods leave much to be desired. (Featuring: Childhood trauma FTW, Konoha's shitty care of orphans, and absolutely no one having a fun time.)

(Sasuke wanting to change the future out of complete and utter spite has me LIVING. Sasuke is such a Mess here and the twist on the time travel premise is so good and the kid is so Traumatized and Desperate and Not Having A Good Time. Naruto and Sakura developing as better ninjas and Kakashi trying his best makes me want to scream. Also, how Sasuke thinks about Itachi makes me want to cackle. I am 100% down for this. I am rooting for this kid, go get them! XD)

[Harry Potter]

fruit loops in time (circle around me) by justprompts

Ships: Harry/Draco, Remus/Sirius

"This is Crabbe, and Goyle," the blonde boy says, pointing at the two boys next to him. "And I'm Malfoy, Draco Ma - "

Ron laughs, and Malfoy immediately bristles.

"Think my name's funny, do you?" Malfoy says, angrily. "No need to ask yours - "

"You're honestly so cute," Ron interrupts, yet again, shaking his head. "So tiny. And so angry, all the time. It's adorable."

Alternatively Ron Weasley, Time Traveller Extraordinaire, is stuck in the same seven year Hogwarts Loop, repeating the same thing over and over again. Naturally, he's so done with everything.

(This is the greatest hp fic I've ever read. I LOVE RON WEASLEY and by the time you read this fic SO WILL YOU!! This is the fic I WISH I have the ability to write. I read this entire fic aloud to my brother and we spent literal hours howling and talking about how utterly insane and incredible this fic is, it's amazing. This is hands down my favorite Ron Weasley. You Can Pry This Fic From My Cold Dead Fingers.)

[Boku no Hero Academia]

Kacchan's Cult by Ourliazo

Pro Hero Ground Zero is attacked, originally meant to be de-aged out of existence by a desperate villain but is instead launched into his 14-year-old self.

But Katsuki is a fucking pro so whatever, time to fuck up someone's day. And sure, maybe he's only one man, but that's why he conscripts the entirety of the UA student body into tearing down some criminal empires.

(It's time travel, crack, and Bakugou being his usual explody, competent self. What more in life do you want? Seriously though, please read. I'm obsessed with this fic and having a Good Time!)

Cleaning Crew; Teaching Kids to Value their Safety, for Fun and Profit by Reavv

Takenaka Hideo is a thirty-two year old, in mild desperation for money, who has just been hired as a new janitor for UA's support staff. He has a quirk that lets him find lost objects, a liaison with the police because of it, and desperate desire for competent co-workers.

Oh, and he's already lived a previous life, in a world where quirks and heroes didn't even exist.

Not a big deal, though. It's not like you ever see the janitor playing a big part in action movies. He's here to get paid, and that's it.

On the opposite side of the equation, class 1-A has to wonder at the new UA cryptid that always seems to show up when things are on fire, and who keeps trying to convince them to let the adults handle the fire extinguisher.

(A great deal of fun packed into one fic. That is how I title this fic and nothing will change my mind! Hideo just wants to quietly do his job and not get in the way. I Relate. Please read!)

Poltergeist by WriterGreenReads

Class 1-A is haunted.

Well, not really.

I AM dead, though.

World's friendliest poltergeist, at your service.

(I don't know how I got so sucked into OC fics, but I found some fantastic fics along the way so I have no regrets. The author really tries to push the premise and I just love all the interactions and dynamics that form as the fic gets further in. And the OC character and all the hijinks they get up to cracks me up! At the same time, it's pretty heartwarming and it's practically a friendships galore fic! Definitely recommend it!)

invincible by supercrunch for Engrin

Ship: Bakugou/Midoriya

This is the way the world works: the sun rises in the east. The strong come out on top. Bakugou Katsuki rockets through life like a comet and Midoriya Izuku stumbles after. If he believed in such things Katsuki would say it was written in the stars. That some god of war had looked at him and said this one. That he’d been passed along a line to get his blessings – genius, willpower, fearless ambition – and dropped off on earth.

Then, of course, there is the question of Deku. The spitfire runt. Deku, no matter what the world does to him, never stops hoping.

Until, of course, he eventually does.

(Katsuki broke him. Snapped him in half like a twig and now has to scramble to put Deku back together. “We can do this, Deku," he says slowly. "There are so many mysteries that never got put to bed. Criminals roaming around looking to hurt people and you and me, we can fix that.”

There’s a long pause. The comforter slips a little off Deku’s skinny shoulders and drowns him. “You mean like a team?”

In that split second, Katsuki makes a decision he’s never even considered. He swallows his pride. “Yeah, Deku. We’d be a team.”)

(If there was any other way canon could've gone, this is the story I would've wanted. It's perfect.)

Inadvertent Wilderness Therapy by Cacid

Following an unfortunate encounter with a teleporter on the last day of internships, Bakugou Katsuki and Hakamata Tsunagu spend some quality time in northern Canada.

In no particular order they will: build ugly survival shelters, stalk rabbits, run from polar bears, reflect on the chemical composition of trees, insult each other, and complain about krumholtz.

(THESE TWO. TOGETHER. IN THE WILDERNESS. IN FUCKING CANADA OF ALL PLACES. I still can't believe this fic actually exists and just how INVESTED I became in their relationship. Blue Jeanist instantly became my favorite ranked hero with this fic alone. HIS SENSE OF HUMOR IS TERRIBLE, I LOVE HIM SO MUCH FNIEWOPAF. BAKUGOU DOES TOO. IT'S FUCKING INCREDIBLE. *incoherent screeching into the wild*)

[Stranger Things]

Baci D'aria by RabbitDarling

“Love is worth the sum of itself, and nothing more.” ― Alice Hoffman, Practical Magic

Steve learned a lot at his Aunt's side before she passed but his favourite thing she taught him was baci d'aria; special little spells that you created from the heart and put into the food you shared.

In opening his heart and gifts to those around him Steve slowly finds himself a family in a way he never thought he'd get to experience. One by One he collects pre-teens to trail in his wake like ducklings and Steve can't even refute it by the time he realizes what has happened.

(This fic is so soft and Steve is just collecting people and winning them over with his magical food (literally). I am always a sucker for heartwarming, good for the soul fics so if you want to make yourself hungry and feel all warm and gooey inside, read this!)

(Don't Fear) The Reaper by TeaFourTwo

Ship: Steve/Billy

He looks down at the blood on his hands and on the floor and wonders why the memory hasn’t broken yet, why he isn’t back in Starcourt mall with control of his body again, wonders if he's even still alive at all. Is this hell then? Or perhaps purgatory? It certainly isn’t heaven, that’s for sure. None of this makes any sense…but then what's new—nothing in Billy’s life makes sense anymore.

Billy laughs then, loud and long and unhinged. It's the only sound in the whole house, and it bounces off the walls like a fucked up echo, like the world is laughing with him.

“Jesus christ you’re insane…” It’s Max’s voice and it’s shaking. It only makes Billy laugh harder, because Max has it all wrong. Billy isn’t crazy, it’s the rest of the world that’s insane.

Billy dies a hero of sorts. He wakes up back in his bed on Saturday morning, the third of November, 1984...nearly nine months earlier.

(Billy is stuck in a time loop and it's slowly driving him crazy. And the fic shows just how much influence Billy did have in the plot and how doomed the world is without him in it. Great character exploration with Billy's character and all the ways he's so messy and human. Definitely recommend it!)

[Knives Out]

The Road Less Traveled By by UisceOneLove

Ship: Marta/Ransom

If Harlan wants to leave Ransom to be on his own, fine. He'll show him just what Ransom Drysdale is capable of.

or, where Ransom chooses to prove his abilities through means of the non-homicidal variety and finds himself becoming exactly what Harlan was hoping he would.

(I found this fic out of sheer chance and god, Ransom is just, so fascinating to me as a character. Marta of course is the Best here and I will forever stan her. Seriously, this is such a good fic! Please read!)

[Haikyuu!!]

Sky Full of Stars by grilledsquids

The Hinatas are twins. They're practically identical.

But while Shouyou seeks out Karasuno's volleyball team to become the next Little Giant, Natsu is scouted to to play soccer for Shiratorizawa. While Shouyou sets his eyes on playing volleyball at the highest level possible, his sister wonders how much longer she can play soccer... and if it's worth it to keep going.

A Natsu-centric story featuring: Shiratorizawa VBC shenanigans, too many soccer OCs, mild teenage drama, a little bit of plot, and Semi Eita not knowing what a period is.

(It's just!! So cute and wholesome!!! The Shiratorizawa volleyball team is so fleshed out along with the OC characters for the girl's soccer team and I swear, it's been a long while since I've laughed this much at the sheer shenanigans that happen in a fic. It's surprisingly hard to find good gen fics in this fandom so finding this gem made me so happy! If you want a fic that brings a smile to your face, read this!!)

like water by speakingincode

Ship: Oikawa/Kageyama

“Oikawa,” Iwaizumi says, and when Tooru looks at him, he can read My best friend’s an idiot off the crease of his eyebrows. “Are you telling me you spent the last three years weirdly obsessed with Kageyama – I still remember the time you made us play him on a dumb whim, you know – and now you’re at his beck and call? Are you okay? What the hell is wrong with you?”

“I’m— I’m not at his beck and call! I said no last week. It’s… It’s like you said. I get bored easily. I saw him at the park a couple weeks after they played Nationals and called him a perfect little tyrant, and he pestered me into spending time with him after,” Tooru says. “I’m not a monster, Iwa-chan. If he wants the company of his cool, handsome ex-upperclassman that badly, who am I to begrudge him?”

Or: Oikawa doesn't know why Kageyama keeps asking to meet him on Saturdays. He also doesn't know why he keeps saying yes.

(The fact this fic is canon-compliant and covers post-canon too makes me want to shout to the heavens. Fucking incredible! One of the best Oikakage fics ever and it's a crime how it's not at the top of the ship tag. Please please read!!)

twist into your shape by kakkoweeb

Ship: Oikawa/Kageyama

The only thing better than sweets were sweets containing paper that told you whether your future would be good or bad--or in Kageyama and Oikawa's case, paper that somehow caused you to live inside each other's bodies.

(Everyone probably already read this fic but it needs to be said, you need to read this fic. How these two try and manage each other's lives and slowly start to care about one another is so beautiful and sincere and I am ready to wrestle anyone to the floor and comply them into reading this fic. Doesn't matter if you like the ship, you will become a fan if you read it, I promise. Please please read!!)

Take the Long Road Home by pepperfield

Ship: Kuroo/Sawamura

When Azumane Asahi goes missing before his engagement meeting with Kozume Kenma, what other option is there but for Daichi to impersonate his brother and fake his way through a first date with Asahi's fiance?

Okay, let's be realistic - there were probably at least four other options.

Unfortunately, Tetsurou couldn't come up with any of them either, so now he's here flirting with Kenma's future husband while trying to keep his web of deceit from collapsing.

It's going to be an eventful day.

(I got obsessed with this ship alongside Oikakage and SO WILL YOU. THE POTENTIAL. THE BANTER. THE FACT THEY'RE BOTH DORKS AND THE FIC HAS IDENTITY SHENANIGANS DANCING ALL OVER IT!! I had so much fun reading this and these two are MEANT TO BE FENIWPAF. If you don't see the potential of this ship, you will now.)

a misunderstanding a day keeps the boyfriend away by bartallen for betuls

Ship: Kuroo/Sawamura

Kuroo doesn’t fall in love hard and fast like many others do – he falls slowly, and very very softly. Most of the times he doesn’t even realise he’s in love with someone until it’s too late.

(Kuroo is the dumbest man alive and I've never related to someone so hard in my life. God help me.)

You like me. by roseknight

Ship: Daishou/Kuroo

Kuroo nearly lived a Daishou-free life, and sometimes he looked back and wondered how much better and how much worse that would've been.

(I didn't even know who Daishou was until I read this fic and now I can't unsee the potential this ship has. I'm a ruined woman and I regret NOTHING.)

Kings of the Road, Kings of the Universe by EzzyDean

Eight magical captains, one bus, an entire summer (and country) waiting for them.

What could possibly go wrong?

(The magic of friendship meets the magic of a summer road trip meets pure magic.)

(CAPTAIN SQUAD IS THE BEST SQUAD SOMEBODY PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD SEND ME SOME CAPTAIN SQUAD FICS I AM SO IN LOVE WITH THIS SQUAD IT'S A PROBLEM AAAAHHHHHH!)

宿縁 : See You Soon by MissKiraBlue

Ship: Oikawa/Kageyama

Upon arriving at the train station of death, an impure soul is granted a second chance at life against his will. Reincarnating into the body of Kageyama Tobio, a 15-year-old boy who recently committed suicide. Tobio's soul will depart at death and the soul needs to slip in to replace it. If the soul's reformation succeeds, he’ll reenter the cycle of rebirth and regain the right to be reborn. He will have three months to accomplish this task.

“Even though you had enough of life,” the soul whispered into the void of the room, “you were still afraid to hurt your hands, Tobio.”

Afraid of giving himself a scar, if he survived.

He touched his pulse and grasped life and couldn’t help but pity Kageyama Tobio.

"You wanted to die and now I’m here making you live again," he whispered into the night.

(I'm not even exaggerating when I say out of all the fics in this entire goddamn, too long list, this is the fic I'm anticipating and heart eyeing the most. It's only starting, but I already cried on chapter fucking 2, the power of this fic, holy shit. The author also wrote the hq time loop Every Tomorrows series, which I have an undying love for and am full on praying for the day it updates, so you KNOW this fic will be just as good. (Anybody who hasn't read this series, where the hell have you been?? Read it!!) Just, everything about this fic hurts me and something in my chest just aches when I read this fic. Go into it blind with an open heart and I swear to you, it's going to change your life. I'm already calling it. Seriously though, please please read!)

[Crossover]

Learning to Fly by Asteroid_Duck (JustThatOneGirl1815)

Fandoms: Boku no Hero Academia, Naruto

The number three hero is a walking (well, flying) contradiction in every sense of the word. This includes his teaching skills. Why had Tokoyami agreed to this internship again? Oh right. He’d thought he was actually going to learn something. …….remind him to never be so optimistic again. . . . OR, Kakashi Hatake is reincarnated as the pro hero, Hawks. Tokoyami Fumikage suffers as a result.

(The reincarnation fic I never thought I needed and it's so good!! I've never really paid attention to Tokoyami and this fic sent me headfirst into loving him. Their dynamic is so interesting and I just love how their relationship develops. Also, Kakashi trolling the poor kid made me cackle, it's great! Definitely recommend it!)

Si Vis Pacem by athenoot

Fandoms: Boku no Hero Academia, John Wick

Everything has a price. That's what John has always known and will forever remember, even in death.

Which is pretty ironic considering his current circumstance.

Instead of a grown, scarred, weary body belonging to a man as cruel and broken as him, he's inhabiting a younger, smaller, unblemished one belonging to a child with strangely colored hair, and is living in what seems to be a superhuman society.

Well. May it never be said that John isn't a strategist. He can live with this. Maybe.

(Somewhere out there in the universe, he's certain he could hear the laughter of his enemies from beyond the grave.)

Or: John Wick is reincarnated as Midoriya Izuku. The world should probably watch its back.

(This should be one of the crackiest fics I've read in a while, but it's taken so seriously and I'm so HERE FOR THIS. John Wick being John Wick in a world of quirks and heroes is the GREATEST, honestly, he's so badass. Bakugou, I feel for you, you must be so fucking confused lol. Bakugou trying his best to be a good friend is one of the best things about this fic. Trust me, this fic will make your day, promise!)

A Girl's Mind is a Dangerous Place by clenastia

Fandoms: Naruto, Fairy Tail

Natsu wakes up in Sakura's body. It only gets worse from there. Also known as: In Which Natsu has No Idea what to do with Boobs.

(I binged this in two fucking days, I couldn't put it down. This fic reminded me why I liked fairy tail when I was younger and why Natsu is honestly such a great protagonist, god. And the fic does that thing, you know, the Thing where when two worlds collide, the characters struggle to acclimate and adapt to a completely another world with different rules and mindsets against their own. This fic is seriously one of the best when it comes to that aspect, it's incredible. I am going absolutely feral over here for this fic to update, I'm waiting in the wings, ready to pounce like a tiger, all the metaphors man. For the love of god, read this fic.)

Give me a landscape made of obstacles by Melise

Fandoms: Naruto, Natsume's Book of Friends

Kakashi Hatake isn’t who he says he is.

Because the truth is that he’s actually a youkai in disguise, a wolf spirit named Madara who stumbled across the Hatake clan during the Warring States Period. Intrigued by the shinobi he saw, he’d proposed a temporary alliance in which he would offer the clan protection in exchange for their teachings.

Decades later, Madara is surprised to find himself inadvertently summoned to Konoha by the last living member of the Hatake clan. Sakumo Hatake, who is mourning the recent deaths of his wife and stillborn child, doesn’t want to be alone anymore. So with his permission, Madara takes the place of Sakumo’s deceased son in order to watch over the last Hatake.

(Fusion in which the youkai of Natsume’s Book of Friends all exist in the Naruto world. No knowledge of Natsume’s Book of Friends required).

(Before this fic, I only had a very vague idea of what Natsume's Book of Friends was, and honestly, I still don't know much about it. But I didn't really need to know to get into this fic. I love the worldbuilding and the relationships Kakashi forms, both supernatural and mortal. I love how Kakashi's inhumane ways affect others around him, whether to stress them out or become used to the strange. You can go straight into this fic without knowing anything and absolutely still have a fantastic time. I definitely recommend this so please read!)

#Fanfiction #AO3 #Fic Rec #Fic Rec List #Naruto #Harry Potter #Boku no Hero Academia #Stranger Things #Knives Out #Haikyuu!!#Crossover #John Wick #Fairy Tail #Natsume's Book of Friends

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Niece Aoede - (The Irreplaceable Charlie Weasley AU)

Warnings: I can't think of anything really 🙈

Word count: 2,741

Characters: Charlie Weasley and my OC Nova from TICW which you can find here

Charlie

“Good morning.” I stretched in the doorway that leads to the kitchen.

“Good morning.” Olivia smiled at me. “Would you like some tea or coffee?”

“Tea's fine.” I rubbed my eyes and sat down.

“Are you okay?” She tilted her head, observing me.

“Fine. Just a bit nervous, that's all.” I scratched the back of my head.

“To take Aoede to meet your family?”

“Charlie?” She said softly after a moment of silence, me biting my lip.

“Yeah.” I confessed.

“Molly didn't mention anything to me, but did you two have a fallout?” She placed her hand on top of mine.

“No.” I shook my head. “It's nothing.” I tried convincing her with a smile but I know she knows me better than that.

“I know your mum can be a bit much.” She sighed.

“It's not...yeah.” I bowed my head. “It's just, I know she apologized and everything is fine now but I hated how she reacted when we told her that Nova is pregnant.” My brows came together, reminiscing on the moment.

“Ah, she told me about that, yes.” Olivia nodded her head.

“I am used to her not agreeing with my choices but you saw how happy we were when we told you and we wanted to share that joy with my family and she ruined everything. It might've not been planned but we wouldn't change anything in the world and you should see how nervous Nova was to tell my parents that we are entering a new chapter in our lives. She was supposed to burst from happiness not look green in the face because she knew how my mum will react and she didn't want to disappoint her.” I tried hard to keep myself calm but I just couldn't help it, she made me so mad that day.

“I hate that she can't understand that I am old enough to take care of myself and that I have my own family now. She treats me as if I am a first-year and I...” I took a deep breath. “I guess now that I'm older I am seeing her in a different light.”

“She is just worried for you and wants the best for you.” Olivia said calmly.

“Then why could you be happy for us and share such a sweet moment with us when we told you? Why could dad be happy and supportive? Why does she always have to...” I sighed and pinched the bridge of my nose. “You know, what? Forget I said anything.”

“Don't tell her this, but I think she should've reacted differently too. Want me to talk to her?”

“What good will that do? She will never change and never stop bossing us around. Do you know that she is the reason why I suggested to Nova that we stay with you and not at the Burrow? I knew that you will give us space and act normal and not lecture us every five minutes and tell Nova that she shouldn't sit that way while pregnant but find a different position or some nonsense like that.”

“You know she loves you and she just wants the best for you and I am not trying to defend her or be on her side. She just has her own way of showing those things and perhaps bossing you around and telling you what to do is the only way she knows and is not even aware that she is doing it. I know it's hard to understand but you and Nova are planning to have more children and getting along with your family is important for them.” She sighed. “I would know, both my and Roger's parents died before Nova was even born and I wish for nothing else than she could have grandparents in her life. Do stand up to her but don't cut her off completely.” She gave me a soft smile.

“Yeah, you're right.” I nodded. “Thank you for listening to me, Olivia.”

“Any time, Charlie. As much as Nova is a part of your family that much you are a part of hers.”

“Are the girls still sleeping?” Olivia asked as she put a cup of tea in front of me.

“No, Aoede woke up a while ago. I changed her and now Nova is breastfeeding her.” I took a sip of my tea.

“It makes me very happy that you help Nova so much. She even looks rested.” Olivia giggled.

“Well, she has been carrying her for 9 months and she had to give birth to her now it's my turn to have sleepless nights so Nova can get as much sleep as possible.” I smiled at her.

“Yeah, you'll have plenty of those, don't you worry.” Olivia laughed.

“I don't mind at all. I would never sleep again if it means my girls would be rested and well taken care of.”

“Olivia?” I waved a hand in front of her face when she didn't say nor blink for solid 30 seconds.

“Oh, I'm sorry for staring at you.” She put her hand in front of her mouth, embarrassed. “I just don't think I ever told you how lucky Nova is to have you.”

“Oh,” I felt the heat on my cheeks, “thank you.”

“I mean it, Charlie. Roger and I were hoping that our Nova would find someone that can truly understand her and bring the best out of her. You have done that and so much more and I know we don't talk often and you needed quite some time to loosen up around me,” she giggled, “but just know that I think you are perfect for my daughter.”

“Uh, I-”

“Good morning.” Nova's soft voice saved me from my awkward stuttering.

Olivia's compliment caught me completely off guard. Nova has always been closer to my mum than I was with hers. Mostly, because she hardly had the time to see us and we never really spent that much time on our own – Nova was always with us.

She was right when she said that I needed some time to relax around her. She never gave me any reason not to, I just found her intimidating and I wanted her to like me, especially when Nova and I started dating.

We got closer ever since we announced that we are going to have a baby and we spent some time alone together when Nova told Bill about her being pregnant. Now, that we have been living with her for the past 14 days because our house is under renovation, we have become really good friends and I finally feel like I am a part of Nova's family.

“How is my favorite girl?” Olivia turned her baby voice on.

“Are you talking to me or Aoede?” Nova giggled giving her the baby then she sat down next to me and kissed me.

“You want to eat something before we go?” I asked her.

“I think Molly will be delighted to give me something and if we go right now, we might catch Fred, George, Ron, and Ginny in their common room.” She smiled at me.

“Right, they won't all be there.” Olivia was still talking in her baby voice. “Who is the prettiest girl in the world?”

Nova and I giggled looking at her mum. She has that voice every time she is talking to our daughter and at this point, I am surprised that she can even switch back to her normal voice.

“I'll go upstairs and prepare everything then.” I started to get up.

“I already did that but I did forget the bag upstairs if you could...”

“I'm on it!” I stood up cutting Nova off.

The sooner we come to the Burrow the sooner we can come back here.

—

“Are you ready?” I whispered to Nova as we were standing in front of the door of my childhood home.

“Are you?” She whispered back, trying not to wake up the baby.

“I'll be fine as long as she doesn't say anything to you.” I kissed her.

“See, sweetheart, daddy is very overprotective so you should get used to that.” Nova giggled, kissing our daughter's nose.

We barely had the time to knock on the door when it swung open.

“You are finally here! What took you so long!” Mum's voice was nothing near a whisper.

I looked at Aoede who just moved in the blanket Nova had her wrapped in and continued sleeping.

“Oh, the baby is sleeping. I'm sorry.” Mum lowered her voice and moved so we could come inside.

“Hi, dad.” I waved at him as he stood up from the sofa.

“There he is! Welcome to fatherhood!” He pulled me into a hug and tapped me twice on the back.

“Thanks, dad.” I couldn't stop a smile from spreading all over my face.

I liked my new title a lot. I always wanted a family but it wasn't until our daughter was born that I realized just how strong my wish to be a dad was. I know I can't be the one talking, Aoede being born 14 days ago but so far I loved every second of it – even when Aoede was crying in the middle of the night, not willing to fall asleep.

“I am sorry that nobody else could come, dear.” Mum was next to hug me.

“Bill can't make it?” I tried hiding the disappointment in my voice.

“Sadly, he has been more than busy at work lately.” Mum genuinely looked like she felt sorry that he couldn't come.

“It's okay. We'll meet with him some other day.” I turned to the fireplace.

“What are you doing, Charles?” Mum rushed to my side.

“I sent Fred an owl to meet us through the fire. We have half an hour before the twins, Ron and Ginny continue with their classes.” I explained.

“Oh, don't be silly.” Mum swung her hand. “They'll have the time to meet the baby, properly. You can't do it over the fire.”

“When? In July? Don't be ridiculous.” I turned around to cast a spell on the fire.

“We wish you could all be here for this moment so we came up with a solution.” Nova who was sitting on the sofa, watching my dad holding Aoede, smiled.

“Dad, Nova, come here, so we can all be close to the fire.” I gestured for them to move.

“You can't bring the baby so close to the fire.” Mum protested, trying to stop my dad from sitting down in front of the fireplace.

“Molly, we trust Arthur that he will be careful.” Nova tried calming her down.

“Please stop telling us how to take care of our baby.” I sighed, trying to stay as calm as possible, repeating Olivia's words in my head.

“But...”

“Oh, where is the baby? Where is it?” George's voice interrupted my mum from making me mad.

“Does it have red hair?” Ginny exclaimed.

“Does it look like me?” Fred clapped his hands together.

“Does it have my eyes?” Ron blinked a few times.

“Mum, dad, Fred, George, Ron, Ginny meet your granddaughter and niece, Aoede Io.” Dad gently placed Aoede in my hands and I carefully sat down in front of the fire in the hopes that they will be able to see her.

“Oh, she is so cute!” Ginny put her hands over her mouth.

“She is so small!” Fred was the next to speak.

“She looks nothing like us, Fred.” George tried sounding disappointed.

“We...we have a granddaughter.”

The second mum heard me say it, her cheeks were soaked with tears and she forgot all about the dangers of fire and kneeled next to me to finally get a proper look of the little girl in my hands.

“Arthur,” she breathed, “look at her. She is perfect.” Mum sniffed.

“Who picked the name?” Ron asked.

“Charlie.” Nova smiled, leaning her chin on my shoulder, sitting behind me as the space in front of the fireplace was too small to accommodate everyone.

“She has a beautiful name.” Ginny's voice shook a little.

“I don't know if you can see her.” I frowned.

“We see her just fine. Thank you for doing this, Charlie.” George smiled.

“Of course! When you'll see her in the Summer she will be 5 months old.” Nova returned the smile.

“Will I be allowed to hold her?” Ginny asked.

“Of course, you will. All of you will.” I answered, giving Aoede an Eskimo kiss.

“So, who won the bet?” I smirked.

“Almost forgot about that!” Fred jumped on the spot.

“Pay up, George and Ron!” Ginny extended her hand as if waiting for them to give her the money.

“How many times do we have to tell you that Ginny is always right?” I giggled, watching George and Ron give Fred and Ginny the coins.

“Don't get me wrong, I can't wait to meet her, but we have to go!” Ginny nudged her brothers and stood up. “Nova, Charlie, congratulations!” She grinned at us before standing up.

“Yeah, congrats!” Ron followed her lead.

“Thank you for making us uncles!” The twins said in unison.

“I hope you know, we will spoil her rotten.” George chuckled and they broke off the connection.

“Her? I have a niece?” All four of us turned around, seeing Bill standing behind us.

“Bill, you came!” Nova got up at once and threw her arms around him.

“Are you kidding? I wouldn't miss seeing my niece for the first time for anything in this world.” He smiled and returned the hug.

“But you told mum that you can't make it.” I gave Aoede to mum who was eyeing her with sparks in her eyes and stood up.

“I wanted it to be a surprise.” He winked at me before pulling me into a hug.

“Can I hold her?” Bill asked hopefully, looking at the baby in mum's arms.

“Here you go, William. Be careful with the head.” Mum gave him Aoede and Bill made his way to the sofa.

“Bill, meet your niece, Aoede.” I sat down next to him.

“You got your wish with the name.” He smirked.

That day when Nova told Bill she was pregnant we went for a walk when they came back and he asked me about baby names and I was just too excited not to talk about them to him.

“She looks so much like you, Nova.” Bill whispered as Nova sat down next to him on his other side.

“Even though it's darker than yours.” Bill looked from his niece to me.

“Except the hair.” Dad giggled.

“I was hoping she would get Charlie's hair.” Nova gently ruffled Aoede's soft locks.

“He had the same color when he was born.” Mum said, sitting in her armchair, admiring the scene before her.

“Did you give her a middle name?” Bill asked his eyes on the baby.

“Io.” Nova answered.

“Aww, like you. That is precious.” Bill cooed.

“Do you think she'll have any freckles?” Bill asked after a moment of admiring his niece.

“We hope so.” Nova leaned on his shoulder.

“If you look closely, she has 3 on her nose.” I giggled.

“How was the delivery?” Dad was the first one to snap out of us all looking at our baby girl.

“It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be.” Nova rubbed her chin.

“What's important is that it all went smoothly and that you're both okay.”

Just as my mum said that Aoede started crying.

“Oh, no. What did I do?” Bill started to panic.

“Nothing.” Nova giggled. “She's just hungry.” She gestured for Bill to give her the baby and she slowly made her way upstairs.

“Do you want me to come with you?” I started to get up.

“No, no. We'll be fine. Won't we?” She used the same baby voice on Aoede as her mum did.

“She looks fine and rested.” Mum turned to me the second they disappeared on the stairs.

“We are managing. Nova is feeding her when she's hungry and I take care of all the rest so that Nova can get her strength back.” I said nonchalantly.

“That's my son.” Dad winked at me.

“Congratulations, Charlie. She is just lovely.” Bill pulled me into another hug. “When are you having the next one?”

“Hey, slow down. Let this one grow a little.” I laughed, knowing full well he was only joking.

#harry potter hogwarts mystery #harry potter fanfiction #hphm charlie #charlie weasley #charlie weasley fanfiction #hogwarts mystery mc #the weasleys #hphm fanfiction #hp imagine #charlie weasley x oc #hphm imagine #charlie weasley imagine #harry potter imagine #weasley fanfiction #the burrow

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Fallout OCtober 2021

Oct 11 - Your OC’s biggest fear or Growth

There was just a hint of decay on the air, the piles of dead leaves along the trail old enough to have a solid layer of detrivore castings to support the pungent biome. It was probably off-putting to some, though the smell seemed, to him, more a comfort than anything. The late part of fall was the best time of year, as far as he was concerned, and the energy of the woods that day was immaculate.

But were the cold, dead woods really the best place to take your date? Almost date?

Hopefully a date?

Sure! At least, probably? Jeez. He really hoped he hadn't messed this up already. It was hard enough just to admit to himself that he'd fallen for someone. Harder to go out of his way to spend time with her. He didn't even want to think about how much it was going to blow when he went overseas next month.

Would she wait for him if he asked her to? Or would that be too much to ask of the girl? She was in that 'crazy' time of life, afterall; when you're supposed to be living it up and exploring. What woman in her right mind would want to become involved with someone who was going to be gone so much?

This was feeling less and less like a good idea by the minute. He should have just kept holding her at arm's length, stomping his desires down and shoving his personal life way back on the burner. At least until his contract was up. Then he'd be able to go to school and study his little bugs like he wanted and meet someone cute and silly and confident. Nerdy and athletic. Brown eyes. Sweet smile. Nice, soft looking skin...

Leo. He wanted Leo. He had no right to start anything with her, no leg to stand on, asking her to wait for him. The polite thing to do would be to leave her alone, save them both the frustration and awkwardness of such a weird arrangement. She didn't exactly inspire him to be polite, though.

"Wow," she panted as they crested the hill. "I didn't realize… you actually meant work out."

He slowed a bit for her. "Trouble keeping up?"

She glared at him from under those lovely lashes of hers. The little hairs at her temple were matted down with sweat. Her lips were parted as she panted, cheeks a glowing scarlet. He swallowed.

"As if," she challenged.

"Fine. Race you, then."

Leo sputtered behind him as he left her in the dust. Not quite sprinting, but going a bit faster than he would if it were just him, if he weren't trying to dominate someone.

"Nate," she whined, and he nearly laughed when he looked back to see her slowing to a trot, then a stroll, her arms crossing petulantly for a moment before opening up reluctantly to allow for deeper breaths.

He slowed, walking backwards, wanting to let her catch up again. "Doesn't your coach make you run laps?"

"Yeah, but that's at practice. I expect it at practice."

"I said let's work out together. How were you not expecting this?"

She huffed a breathy laugh and said. "Ok. Yeah. Fine. My bad."

She caught up to him and he turned forward again to match stride with her. Her eyes were glued to her tennis shoes on the trail, her hands fisted into the pocket of her sports hoodie.

Wait. She was dressed for a workout.

"What did you think I meant?" he asked.

Her gaze, usually strong and unapologetic, darted to the side opposite him. Her tongue slid out to wet her lip. She shrugged "I dunno," she mumbled.

Okay. That was… "Leo-"

"I thought," she began confidently, cutting him off abruptly, "That you wanted to… do... something else." Her thumb found her teeth and her gaze slid up to his momentarily, then back down to the path. Her cheeks were still red. No, wait, redder?

Was she blushing?

Oh! Wow! He'd made her blush! That was-!

OH... Oh wow. Okay, so she thought he wanted to work out with her… and she was just, like, down for that? Knowing that he was leaving soon? He suddenly wished they weren't out in the middle of the woods, so he could… meet her expectations.

He had a plan, though. He'd had this vision of them spending a day together, running cross country up his favorite trail to the most spectacular view he'd ever seen. Then he was gonna kiss her.

They were almost there, too. There was a bend in the path ahead that cut over to the bluff. He could see it.

Oh, shit. He could see it.

It was right there.

His hands sweated in his pocket.

"Nate, do you have a girlfriend?"

He gaped at her, at her sudden, nerve wracking question. Her blush had calmed down, but she was still flushed. She watched him intently as she waited.

"I… uh. No?"

Her eyes narrowed. "Are you… confused about that?"

"No!" he blurted. "No, I don't have a girlfriend. I don't. Nothing even close. I just-"

Leo stopped suddenly, eyes going wide as she took in the view. The high cliff offered a breathtaking picture of the rolling hills beyond them, the morning sun casting interesting shadows of the scraggly dead trees across the land.

He didn't look at it, though. He looked at Leo.

"Wow. We're really… uhm." Her voice shook. She glanced down, over the steep cliff, then squeezed her eyes shut. "Hey, Nate?"

"Yeah, Leo?" He cooed, charmed by how overwhelming she found the sight.

She took a deep breath. "I fucking hate heights, dude."

OH.

"I really, uhm." She wet her lips, swallowed. "I need to uhm." Her eyes opened again, tearful. Then she squeezed them shut with a shudder.

"Oh, shit! I'm sorry!" He gripped her arm and guided her back from the edge. "I had no idea! Crap, if I'd known…"

Words failed him as she clutched his arm, feet shuffling back on the trail like she was afraid to lift them too high. His other hand went to her hip to steady her and her eyes popped open, meeting his. "Just don't let me fall," she said.

"I won't." His hand grew a mind of its own and went to her cheek. She shivered, from the wind or the fear, he wasn't sure.

"We can go back," he offered and she nodded, strange determination coloring her face.

Then her hand gripped his shirt and pulled him down to meet her lips.

#fooctober21 #fallout #fallout 4 #i had a rough weekend lol #and wrote this in like 1.5 hrs so it aint polished #remember when i said id do sundays not mondays?#happy tuesday

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15 and 18

15 - If you write OC’s, how do you decide on their names?

Just answered that one here!

18 - Do you have any abandoned WIP’s? What made you abandon them?

Oh my God, I have so many!! Beware, this is going to be a very long answer. Click on the thingy to read more!

Last year, back when I first started writing fanfiction, I had a lot going on in my mind, and at one moment I had to choose which stories I would actually work on, and which ones I would have to drop it for now. There were five stories in total, and I dropped three of them.

Two of those five stories evolved and they became When The Levee Breaks and Map of the Problematique, the other three are still unnamed and undeveloped.

I'll give you the main summary of them, because why the hell not?

The first story is a pretty fluffy one, I've abandoned it because there are already a few stories like these in the fandom and because I got too invested writing my other stories. Also, a huge chunk of it is written in the first person, because I started writing it at the beginning of the last year, and I've learned that I don't really like writing in first person anymore... Writing WTLB is hard enough already lol.

This story would narrate the beginning of Jackie and Hyde's relationship while Donna and Kelso were still in California, but there are a few twists: Eric doesn't mope around in his room most of the time, and he develops a really nice friendship with Jackie (that friendship would turn into a small crush later), and Eric and Donna would not be endgame.

There's a lot going on at first, in this story, Hyde actually plans on "wooing" Jackie once he's sure she's over Kelso, they flirt a lot and he's aware that he's going to make a move on his best friend's ex. Jackie's also very interested in Hyde, but for a while, she thinks he'd never be interested in her.

Their flirting wouldn't last long though, I had planned on making them get together at the beginning of the story (I think it was in chapter five?), the rest of the story would narrate them hiding their relationship from their friends and how close they are getting to Eric and Fez.

I've planned on writing lots of sweet friendly moments between Jackie, Hyde, Eric, and Fez. In fact, there are quite a few scenes written out already, and in one of them they're all in a circle and it's the first time Eric realizes that Jackie's not as bitchy as he thought she was. Here's one of the circle scenes I've written:

"You know what?" Jackie announced, ignoring Fez's sobs and passing the joint to Hyde, thanking God that he was probably too high to notice how goosebumps rose all over her body when his fingers brushed against hers "I hope Michael gets syphilis from a random beach whore and goes blind."

"Odds are pretty good of that happening." Hyde nodded as he took another hit "Of him getting an STD, I'm not so sure about becoming blind, but I'm sure once he gets back to Wisconsin we can convince him to stare at the sun long enough for that to happen"

Eric snickered "Yeah... I hope Donna just... Never comes back, I hate her... Yeah..."

"No, you don't," Jackie said flatly to him "You'll probably marry her if she ever does come back."

Eric stared at Jackie for a few seconds before sighing dejectedly "... yeah, you're right..."

"But, hey, we can bash on Michael some more if you like, it's fun!"

"You're right, it is fun! " Eric nodded, smiling at the petite girl sitting next to him on the couch and wondering when did he start to actually enjoy her presence.

The whole google doc for this story has over 7k words of random dialogues and random moments I came up with. I'm not going to lie, it has potential, lots of it actually, but I don't have the time to work on it now.

The story would be overall a light read, it would've been M-rated because I did start to write a sex scene, but it would be overall something funny and cute. For example, one of my favorite moments is this one where Eric almost catches Hyde and Jackie:

"Oh my God…" Eric muttered in awe, glancing at the two very guilty-looking people sitting on the couch.

Hyde and Jackie exchanged a look, they were caught. Crap.

"Is this what I think it is?" Eric said

"Look, Eric…" Jackie started to explain, but stopped when she saw the huge grin forming on Eric's face. She looked at Hyde and apparently he was just as confused as she was.

"You're watching Star Wars!" Eric said in glee "You're geeks!"

"What?!" Hyde protested and looked at the TV, where he could clearly see Leia and Luke kissing on the bridge "We're not geeks, you're crazy"

"Steven, stop," Jackie said "Fine Eric, you caught us, we like Star Wars"

This story would end in a nice place, but... well, there would be a lot of changes.

Here's the thing, I was kind of really hating Kelso (and Donna too, a little bit) when I started writing this, so I chose to write something that might be a little weird for a few people. In this story, Donna and Kelso would have a fling in California, and Eric would catch them on the spot when he arrives to get Donna back.

It's not something Eric would be able to forgive. And even after a lot of talking, he wouldn't be able to get back together with Donna after seeing her with Kelso.

Coming back to Point Place, Eric would try to make a move on Jackie, he would kiss her for like, two seconds, and she would've pushed him away and blurted out that she's in love with Hyde. Hyde would arrive at the basement a few moments after that, and Eric would be completely freaking out. It's a funny scene lol.

Things would get messy for a while, but in the end, Jackie and Hyde would go public and have the happily ever after they deserve, Eric, Fez, Hyde, and Jackie would continue their friendship, Donna would move to California for good, and Kelso wouldn't hang out with them anymore.

There are a few stories that are somewhat similar to this one, like Summer Lovin' by leoasc, One Difference: Donna and Kelso Have a Fling by MistyMountainHop, OPERATION: REBOUND by ShanghaiLily, and there are probably a few more that I can't remember the names right now.

The second story is a heavy one, like, really heavy.

I got the idea of writing this story when I was watching a Grey’s Anatomy episode, so yeah, its a dramatic one lol.

The episode that inspired this story is the one where Richard is in between life and death, and Meredith is the one he chose as his next of kin. Which means that she’s the one the doctors report to, and she’s the one who decided how he was going to be treated. Meredith took some risky decisions and they’re literally the reason why Richard is alive.

I remember that when I saw this episode, I was also reading a fanfic... Being more specific, I was reading The Right Road Lost by zpplnchick, and an idea just popped into my mind... What if Jackie was the one with the memory loss? How would Hyde deal with that in a post s8 universe?

I know there are a few fics that deal with that subject, like Steven Who? by kezztip and Redemption Road by SkittlezLvr79, but believe me, my story would’ve been waaay different than these ones.

Here’s the main plot: Jackie and Hyde talk things out, and Hyde asks Jackie if she could ever take him back, promising her that he would never, ever give up on her again. She says no, because y’know, she’s a freaking self-respecting woman, but this talk would make her think, a lot, because she can see that he actually meant it every word, and she has never seen him this determined before.

As she was driving home, she would crash her car, and things would get pretty serious pretty quickly.

Her situation would be very critical, I planned on making Hyde suffer a lot in this, guys. I’m just downright cruel to him, because I believe that nothing would hurt him more than seeing the person he loves the most going through absolute hell.

Decisions would have to be made, and that’s when they find out that Jackie’s next of kin is no one other than Hyde. After her mother left her and her father went to prison, Jackie asked her father’s lawyer to provide her with a few papers that put Hyde in charge of her well-being if something ever happened to her. She forgot about it after they broke up, and well... She is going to be very thankful for that later.

Hyde’s shocked, but very pleased to find out that he’s responsible for her, especially since everyone seems to think that her death is inevitable and that they shouldn’t prolong her suffering.

After a very enlightening conversation with Mrs. Forman, Hyde decides that he’s not going to let anyone tell him what to do, and that he’s going to follow his gut.

The next few months would be complete hell, Jackie’s situation is very critical, she would go through a lot of complications and Hyde would’ve been a complete mess. He would watch quietly as Donna, Kelso and Fez stopped showing up to see Jackie, disgusted at how quickly they just gave up on her. He would listen as Donna rambled about how what he was doing to Jackie was torture, and that he must really hate her if he’s not willing to just let her go (which would end up causing a major fallout between Donna and Hyde), but he would never question his decisions. He just knew that he was doing the right thing, and no one but the Forman’s seemed to understand that.

Hyde showed up to see her at the hospital every single day for months. The whole hospital staff knew him as “the Sleeping Beauty’s prince”, and he hardly ever left Jackie’s side.

After a few months, she wakes up, and he’s right next to her when that happens. It’s honestly a pretty touching scene, he’s just so happy and so relieved to see her awake after everything she went through, and they have a beautiful moment.

Seriously, I cried hard when I wrote that.

They would both cry, share “I love yous” and a few kisses, and it would’ve been beautiful, but the magic’s killed when Hyde realizes that Jackie thinks that they’re in 1978. She doesn't remember the nurse, the “get off my boyfriend” incident, Chicago or Sam. The last thing she remembers is him driving her home after they emptied her family’s ski cabin.

Hyde is divided between telling her the truth and losing her, or not telling her and being with her again.

He would let her think things were okay between them for a couple of days, until Eric shoves some sense into his head and he comes clean about everything. After telling her everything that happened, he also tells her that he loves her and he wants to be with her, but that he completely understands if she never wants to see his face again.

It’s safe to say that Jackie’s absolutely crushed. This breaks her, but she had the Forman’s by her side to help her go through everything, and Hyde also never leaves her. Sure, he gives her some space, but he doesn’t stop checking up on her, and slowly, they begin to form a nice friendship.

He takes her to her physical therapy appointments, and her doctors appointments, he helps her in every possible way he can, and she falls in love with him all over again.

The story would end with her making a full recovery and giving them another chance.

I've abandoned this story for three reasons, reason number one being: I was at a point where I really disliked Donna, and her character is not a nice person at all in this. Now that I understand Donna's character better, I refuse to publish a story where she behaves the way she did in this one. I could've changed her behavior, but the whole point of the story is "Hyde is the only one who hasn't given up", and having Donna acting like herself (nice and supportive) would kind of kill part of the plot.

Reason number two is: There’s already too much drama in Map of the Problematique, working on this story along with WTLB and my other WIP’s would drive me nuts.

And the last reason is... I didn’t know if people would like reading a story like this. I was afraid that some people might think that all of this determination is extremely OOC for Hyde, and I can kind of see why they would think this way.

The third story would’ve been an angsty one, and I started writing it after I finished watching the first episode of season 6. You guys can probably already guess why I was inspired to write an angsty story after that episode...

Here’s the thing: I absolutely HATE the way Hyde treated Jackie in the first two episodes of season 6. I hate that he cheated on her and had the audacity to be offended that she didn’t take him back right away. I wanted to kick his ass for acting the way he did, it was truly disgusting of him and he did not deserve to be with her again after everything he’d done.

I do like that Kelso was the one that brought them back together, but the rest of that storyline is just... yuck. I truly hate it.

I wanted to fix that. I wanted to give Jackie a very girlboss moment, and I wanted to see Hyde groveling to get her back, so well... I came up with a story idea.

The story would be a short one, it would have 10 chapters, 15 if I got too inspired, and it would consist of Hyde groveling while Jackie didn’t give him the time of her day.

Sure, Jackie and Hyde would be endgame, because it’s me and I would never write a story without a happy ending, but Hyde would have to fight for it, a lot.

@snookstheallmighty is currently writing a story that is very similar to the one I was working on. It’s called “Friday I’ll Be Over You”, and it’s pretty great! You should totally check it out later! I’ve sent her a few parts of my story draft a while ago, and I gave her full permission to use it on her story!

I think this is pretty much it... I have plenty of story ideas and many, many google docs with random drafts and dialogues that popped up in my mind out of nowhere, but these are the ones I’ve fully abandoned and will probably never work on again.

#ask game #fanfic

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cowboisadness · 3 years

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Hang ‘Em High {Arthur Morgan x F!OC} Chapter 20

Pairing: Arthur Morgan x FemOC

Summery: Belle Hawthorne is high society looking to escape her mean husband. A robbery by the Van Der Linde gang could be her chance. Can she escape his cluches and possibly discover what love should feel like?

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Chapter 20

Arthur was more alert by the sixth day. Deciding to stay seated most of the time but also getting up to wander around camp with the aid of someone else, despite his displeasure of ‘needing to be babied’ as he put it. He was sitting up in his cot, his back leaning against the wagon with his journal in his lap. Sketching something by the looks of it with the way he carried the pencil across the page and his brows furrowed in intense concentration. He wanted the hangings to be tied back during the day now to let in some fresh air and probably not to feel as alone. He was always the most relaxed when he poured his thoughts and scribbled his findings into that little leather-bound book. No doubt keeping him grounded when everything around him became too chaotic to control. Glad I asked last night if I could see some of his newer drawings despite his soft protests that they weren’t anything worth looking at. The real Arthur laid within those pages. His attention turned to me as I made my way over with two bowls of stew. A smile gracing his face as he closed his journal and placed it beside him.

“Went hunting with Charles this morning. Venison instead of rabbit so hopefully it’s slightly more edible.” I said, handing the bowl to him with a smile to match his.

We sat in silence as we ate, both of us watching the others go about their business all around us. Abigail and John having yet another argument. Molly with her ever-faithful pocket mirror open in her hand as she fixed her hair for the hundredth time today. I never spoke to Molly the whole time being here, but it didn't take long to realise she only wanted the attention of one person here. Sean and Karen sat eating together by the fire, the latter laughing at whatever the former had just said. Javier cleaning his knife.

Micah sulking outside of Dutchs tent as usual. Looking like a lap dog with separation issues.

“Yer hairs nice.” He said quietly beside me, pulling me back from my observations.

I couldn’t help the smile tugging at my lips, looking down to continue eating.

“Thought it could help me be less recognisable.”

“Well, it looks nice on ya. Not that ya didn't before - just - smart idea,” He was stumbling over his words, stopping with a sigh and rolling his shoulder.

He was starting to regain more movement and he was determined to keep it moving despite the pain. No doubt the whiskey he was constantly drinking helped. Seeing him in constant pain from even minute movements had the guilt rattling within me. I needed to tell him.

Placing my almost empty bowl down on the table I looked back out to the camp. Taking in a deep breath before speaking.

“I’ve been thinking...something needs to be done with Frank.”

“You still wanting to kill him?”

“Well, yes,” I sighed “But, I don’t know. He won’t give up, that's clear enough.”

“Seeking revenge don’t help anyone. We will deal with him when the time comes.”

“When will that be? When others are hurt from his orders? When someone is killed?” He sighed then, his shoulders slumping. I watched him and waited. Maybe he had a plan or needed time to think of one. One thing was sure, Frank needed to be gone.

“Let’s go down to the lake.”

We both walk along the lakeside, making sure to take it slow. His energy was still drained from the ordeal and healing and it would take a couple of weeks till he feels more like himself, but he knew that the injury would affect him for months if not the rest of his life. I know why he's suggested a walk and it's not just so he can escape from the constant noise at camp. But no matter how he tries I can't take my mind off what needs to be done. Living in fear until I or someone else is hurt because of this. I took some deep breaths, letting the fresh open air fill my lungs to steady myself in the hopes the waves of panic will be soothed.

“I want to thank you again for bringing me here that night,” I started with a breath, carelessly kicking the rocks at my feet. He hummed for me to continue.

“I’m a different person from who I was not so long ago. You didn't need to entertain what I was asking that night, never mind help me, but you did and it’s a kindness I don’t think I can repay. These people and the things I have learned, I just know I’m a stronger person because of it and it’s mainly thanks to you and I know I have the ability to actually stand up for myself thi-”

“Bella…” He interrupted to stop my rambling knowing full well I didn't even know I was. Total word vomit instead of saying what needed to be said.

Another breath

“I’m going to go back,”

He stopped beside me but didn't speak. Expecting me to laugh and say ‘haha fooled you’ but this was no joke. I waited for some sort of reply but instead, he gave out an annoyed huff, looking down at his feet and then out over the lake as he shifted on his feet. Either from him still being weak or from the growing aggravation that was evident from the scowl on his face I did not know.

“I have to-”

“No.”

“Arthur I can’t just si-”

“Are you a fool? You really think going back to him is the smartest idea?”

“If it means you and everyone else will be safe. Yes.”

“I don’t know where your head has been all this time but in case you aren’t aware this life we live ain’t been safe for a long time. We been fighting O’Driscolls for years an’ that ain’t stoppin’. Pinkertons breathing down our necks and you really think we will be any safer if you go back to that sorry excuse of a man?”

I tried to think of something, anything, to say, but my mouth just kept bobbing open and closed like a fish desperate for water.

“And what about your safety?” he continued with a raised voice, taking a few steps forward to close the gap slightly. Making sure no words of his would be lost between us.

“You believe going back to him is better than having me and the others here to protect you?”

Swallowing the lump in my throat and taking in an unsteady breath, I looked away from him and out into the horizon beyond the lake. The reds and oranges filling the clouded sky as the sun began to settle beyond the edge. The distant haze dulling what would be a vibrant and beautiful night thus bringing the promise that the day’s end would be a dark and unsettled one. My mind felt just as hazy.

“This is all my fault,” I whispered to myself, to him and to the descending sun.

“You’re staying here where I know you will be safe” he concluded with a snarl in his voice then turning on his heels back towards camp.

Keeping my eyes on the lake I couldn’t watch him walk away again. My shoulders slumping and determined to not let tears well in my eyes to the point of falling. What did I expect? I had to tell him in the hopes he would have a better idea of dealing with this. Instead, I just got reprimanded like a child and left in the dirt, again.

I couldn’t face walking back into camp just yet so I made my way to the jetty, sitting on the edge with my feet just skimming the water’s surface. Keeping my eyes on the haze as it engulfed everything in the distance.

I must have been there for hours, the nights chill had set in for good and the crescent moon was giving us whatever light it could reflect. Everything was in black and white.

Footsteps on the jetty behind me caught my attention and a voice followed.

“You’ll catch your death out here.”

It was Abigail, coming to a stop behind me but still giving me some space.

“You wanna talk about it?”

I just shook my head.

“Ya know, talking about your worries does help. I know that’s rich coming from me since John and I shout at each other more than we talk.”

I shook my head again, not able to trust my own voice. It was silent between us for a few moments, the only sound being the water lapping at the shore. I thought she might have left knowing she wasn’t going to get anything out of me until I heard her steady inhale.

“This is a nice place to clear your head or get your head in order. Arthur was sat out here just this morning, drawing in that little book of his... Drawing you.” She paused then, waiting for a reply that wouldn’t come before giving up and continuing.

“I’ve been with this gang for many years. He truly cares about you.”

Then she left, her slow footsteps getting quieter and quieter until all I could hear was the water again. Lower lip now quivering.

I stayed in that spot for a while longer, could have been a few hours. The moon now high in the sky when I turned my head towards the camp. It looked quiet. Everyone must have been asleep by now.

So I made my way over, the chill now felt in my bones as I made my way over to my tent. Glancing around the camp to see it empty and quiet apart from the recognisable snores thanks to Uncle.

Everyone was asleep.

I didn't have much to pack. A few clothes and my gun. Tearing a blank page from one of the books Hosea gave me I scribbled hastily onto it.

The coast was clear as I slowly made my way out of the tent, making sure not to wake the girls nearby by keeping my footfalls mute.

But before making my way to the horses I made my way over to Arthurs tent. No light escaping from the bottom of the drapes that were closed meant he must have been asleep.

I peeked inside to see him on his back with a blanket thrown over him. His breathing deep.

Step by step I made my way inside, watching over his sleeping form as I placed the scribbled on paper on the table, the flower in the jar taking place as a paperweight.

Glancing at him one last time before leaving and making a beeline towards the horses.

Someone would be on guard but I wasted no time as I mounted Orion and made my way through the trees so I wouldn’t be seen by whoever was stood on the pathways. Withholding myself from looking back.

@kashasenpai @fallout-cowgirl @averyspicybaguette

#hang em high #hang em high fic #arthur morgan x oc #arthur morgan fic #arthur morgan x original female character #arthur morgan fanfiction #arthur morgan #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 fic #arthur morgan x fem oc

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beckstriad · 3 years

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Part 3 - All Trussed Up

Mac’s Masterlist

Mac finds himself on the losing end of a scrimmage, and someone wanting him alive for some payback for previous insults.

Taipan cắn / Canners - The gang Mac and his boyfriend Lee Jerkass belong to

Jackdaws - the opposing gang that Salvador Pierce and Tobias Davian run

All characters except Mac are OCs of @lettuceknighted

CW: the usual whump assortment of beatings, whipping (kinda), tied up, gang violence. Also Mac using uncharacteristic lewd names

TW: taser, burned alive, Dehumanization (terms used as insults, no forced enactment)

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Quivering from the effort to stay upright and trying to downplay his agony, Mac kept his eyes on Tobias and ignored the other man coming around with a cell phone raised for pictures. “Alright, now I think you might be ready. Time to show off your manners.” Cutting Mac off before he could say anything Tobias added “ah ah ah! Remember, don’t fuck it up and you can go home tonight to that so-called dirty angel.”

Both men made faces of disgust and chuckled amongst themselves as they made sure the camera angle was set up right. Mac’s stomach burned while he waited, unsure if they’d even release him after. He reasoned they would, if only because it’d further embarrass the Taipan cắn, and he worried that embarrassment would cost him his life.

At least I die on that side I guess. LIke it could have been a few years ago. He struggled with the option of dying here but that’d still give Tobias and Salvador satisfaction.

There was no way out, he might as well try. Tobias motioned and Mac cleared his throat, “I don’t wanna die,” his voice was raspy from the shouting and the blood and dry from gasping and the gag. “Pl. Pl..hmmm…”

“Hmm?” Tobias moved closer, a bottle of water in his hand as he half crouched to stay out of the shot “what was that?”

Mac couldn’t do it. Wouldn’t. His eyes burned as he desperately wanted to live but couldn’t bring himself to beg and whine for their entertainment, not if he was gonna die either way. Instead he did the only thing he could do at that leering face and spat in it. He hated spitting but he had no other option, hoping the asshole would get mad and take things too far.

Standing with a disgusted look on his face, Tobias opened the bottle “What did we say about manners?” He took a mouthful and sprayed it over Mac who started to writhe in his rope immediately. “What’s the matter? I thought a dumb driver like you would love gas.”

Itching his skin and burning his cuts was nothing compared to the reaction the stench gave Mac. They were going to burn him alive and he was too panicked to do anything but desperately choke and chafe in the rope; too panicked to even have flashbacks to the carfire.

The match lit up Tobias’s sharp green eyes but the cruel beauty went unappreciated by Mac. “Now beg properly.”

As the match flew towards him Mac’s focus narrowed on it, “no no no no!” Before it even landed, the fumes caught light and blue rippled across his chest and down his back before turning orange as he screamed.

Heat dragged at his throat and pulled on his vocal cords as orange light filled his vision despite his squeezed shut eyes. The cotton shirt started to catch, spots of blazing agony peppering his back and chest as he choked on the rope in a desperate attempt to get away, screaming as the pressure released only to choke him again as he fought.

Tobias congratulated himself as he watched the man too stubborn to heel writhe in agony born mostly from fear. “Kinda cliche the beast is afraid of fire.” He drank in the ecstasy that was the half deranged begging as Mac barely managed to form coherent words around the choking and screaming.

“Stop!..Ahh! Please! PLEASE!” A powder choked him as he continued pleading and begging, each breath a wheeze or a whine from the heat and fear. “Please, not no no..” he coughed and wretched a moment as best he could around the rope but made sure to swallow whatever he brought up. “Salvador Pierce,” two words at a time were all he could manage between breaths “Salvador Pierce. Please. I wanna, I wanna live. Don’t wanna, not burn. Not fire.”

“Bravo!” Clapping his hands, Tobias waited for Mac’s red eyes to open, blinking against the sting of the fuel “nice job. But you had your chance for the easy way out, I want something more for my patience. What’s my name?”

“Toby.” Mac didn’t like the expression that name got him, “I don’t remember, just Toby? I’m sorry please, sorry.” He felt disgusting as the effects of the panic were wearing off. His clothes weren’t even fully burned and his eyebrows were only lightly singed, skin stinging like a sunburn. Mac felt pathetic, he should have known that it was mostly the fumes that caught fire. It was too late to save face and try to stay defiant, that damn camera was still pointed at him.

“Tobias Davian” strolling forward and tilting Mac’s chin up with a finger, Tobias stood directly over him. Mac wanted to throw up.

“Tobias Davian.” It tasted worse on his tongue than Salvador Pierce’s name did.

“Good, you can teach a dumb dog new tricks after all.” Tobias stepped back “now beg, and maybe you’ll get a cookie.”

Mac’s tongue was starting to seize again, that humm in the back of his throat fighting the words he needed to say. “Tobias pl..hmm”

“Full name. I’m waiting.”

Squaring his shoulders, Mac focused on making it through this, he could worry about the fallout later. The consequences wouldn’t matter if he didn’t live to see them you’ve rolled over before.

He hadn’t given in or lost a fight on purpose since joining the gang, but it was too late to stop now. He was going to die anyway, but if there was a chance to live, to see Lee again... “please, don’t kill me. Tobias Davian, I won’t ever call you puddin’ or anything else again.”

Leering in victory, Tobi’s chin jutted out in question, “Who’s better looking, me or Pierce or Jerkass.”

“Jer-...tsch. Pierce.” The name grated through clenched teeth as Mac wrestled with how much he valued living.

“Oh it’s learning! Alright we’re done.” Tobias strutted away to leave Mac to someone else.

As he was cut down and dragged outside to a car, Mac saw Tobias drape himself around Salvador. Sal looked slightly annoyed until Tobias whispered in his ear, and then looked at the phone Tobias held. Weaving his own arm around Tobias, Salvador merely gave Mac one last glance before moving for his own car where Angel waited.

Wherever they were going to dump him, Mac wasn’t sure he wanted to be found.

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#onethingright #whump fic #burned alive tw #dehumanisation tw #taser tw #tw burned alive #tw dehumanisation #tw taser

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coldtomyflash · 4 years

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What do you think of Dick's portrayal in the various tv and movie adaptations? I first saw him in Batman TAS and loved him from the start. But the reboot came around and Tim replaced him as deuteragonist. Also the fallout with his relationship with Barbara (which I once loved) got even worse in Batman Beyond (in which he never appeared on screen) and the comic with the Bruce/Barbara/baby storyline. In the end it was like the writers hated him and in recent movies he takes a back seat to Damian.

“various TV and movie adaptations”

... movie adaptations?

We haven’t seen Dick in a movie in like 20 years. Unless you mean DC’s animated films, like Justice League: War, and similar?

But okay, what an awesome question.

If you check out my previous post (here), you’ll discover quickly that pretty much one of my favourite portrayals of him is Young Justice. I thought they did an amazing job in Season 1 with showing the depth of him (and of most of the main characters honestly) and all the different layers he has in terms of identity, including with his friends, with the league, with leadership, and with Bruce. The time-skip from him being Robin to him being an adult, self-assured Nightwing was a bit of a letdown because that transition is messy, but the characterization was still great.

I also loved him in Batman TAS but I haven’t watched that in so long. Definitely what go me originally into superhero media (well okay I remember being 4 years old and watching the old live action Adam West Batman but like, does that count? I guess it has to, because Dick is straight up hilarious in that, but like, characterization wise idk what to even say about that version). Anyway in TAS we get that whole tension of Dick’s role and identity vis a vis being Batman’s sidekick and I’m really into that. That portrayal is probably like the foundation, stone number one, when it comes to understanding Dick Grayson.

As for Batman Beyond - okay I love Batman Beyond, really and truly, but tbh I kind of think of it like... an alt-universe, almost like a... fic. I think of it like someone’s Batman AU in which they created an OC as a protagonist. And I’m into it! But I don’t really connect it with the rest of the Batman or DC canon if I’m being honest. Terry is great, I adore him, he actually reminds me a lot of Dick, but yeah wtf is going on with the implied fallout between Bruce and Dick and Dick not even being in the show. Idk. Doesn’t count. Side-step that weird non-canon.

(I mean, fucking tell me they’re not basically writing Dick with a different name here.)

Don’t touch Bruce/Barbara. Stick your fingers in your ears and sing la la la la la la at the top of your lungs until it goes away. Do not pass Go, do not collect $200. Do not let DC continue until that storyline is wiped from the face of the earth.

As for the recent animated films, typically they’re not focused on Dick but they do a half-decent job with him. I do like the Son of Batman (or whatever it’s called) animated film where they introduce Damian to the plot; Dick is pretty good in that even though his role is more minor. I haven’t watched the one with Harley Quinn yet where she’s helping Bruce and Dick but I really want to, it looks like it has some potentially entertaining Dick content in there.

(except that hair. What did they do to my handsome boi?)

What I tend to like about the modern animated films is that they get the snark right? They have these people make fun of each other and themselves, they get to be deadpan, they take the comics storylines and bring them to life in bite-sized chunks that are easier to digest. They also tend to have awesome voice-acting. They’re very much designed for pre-existing comics fans and are light on exposition as well, which makes me a good target audience. So I don’t tend to get too annoyed with the characterization in any of them, in part because they’re often pulling directly from pretty good comics arcs.

So the comics - (whoo boy this is getting long!)

I am in the small and Unpopular camp of people who kind of liked the entire goddamn mess that had Dick’s identity revealed to the world in... was that New 52 Forever Evil? i think it was; I have it on my shelf. I mean - we got some of Bruce and Dick’s dynamic and how much Bruce cares for Dick, and I’m all about that, but it was also like a shockwave in the Batfam because holy shit.

That being said, I’m not sure how much I like the direction taken, with the spiral agents and all that. I mean - Dick is Nightwing. And while him going undercover or being a spiral agent is kind of fun, the inherent problem with the identity reveal that they can’t really take back is that he can’t be allowed to be Nightwing anymore. So in that sense I also really fucking hate it.

And then Dick being Batman for a while when Bruce is off being Not Quite Dead? I like Dick and Damian’s dynamic (kind of) but again it seems like backtracking to me. The way I interpret Dick is so much as his own person that for him to put on the cowl feels... wrong. Like he specifically doesn’t want to be Batman? And it feels like this authorial obsession with Batman, and with their always being a Batman. Like - Gotham needs the Bat fam, not just the Bat man. Y’know?

I don’t mind the recent focus on Damian, though I think my biggest issue with it is that it kind of felt for a while like “ah yes, Bruce has a true son now, time to give him all the narrative weight, who cares about the rest of these former Robins” and I wasn’t in to that. Which is nothing against Damian.

(I want more batfam hugs! not just Damian! but also yes this is cute)

But the Batfam is only as interesting and their connections to each other, y’know? I’d love to see more focus on Tim, tbh, on Tim and Jason, on that whole mess and its resolution, on Jason and Dick, on Dick coming to terms with his family colours being passed down, on what it meant for him when Jason died, on what it meant for him when he met Tim. Let’s explore more of that in the movies and animated series, please!!

(I guess we get some of that in DC’s Titans? I hope so. I need to catch up. Dick so far seems complex and angry, which I’m into, but also like... Dick Grayson is a beacon of hope, okay. That’s who he is. A version of Dick that isn’t inherently trying to help and save everyone is kind of hard to wrap my head around. I’m not fully sure how I feel about him yet, but I do like the series).

Oh I totally forgot to talk about Teen Titans. I haven’t watched Teen Titans Go, but boy howdy did I love the original Teen Titans. I was just the right age when it came out to be the target audience and I very much enjoyed Robin in that series, at least as well as I can remember. And Lego Batman which is hilarious.

Okay that’s all for me now. I’ll go back to pretending I’m a Flash blog or something.

#oh god did i become a dick grayson stan blog #i think i did #whoops #sorry not sorry #dick grayson #dc #bat family #i have no tagging convention for this shit uh oh #uhhh #Not Flash #Not DC CWTV #off topic #nightwing #robin #characterization #Anonymous

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5-of-spades · 5 years

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IkeRev Cradlesona

Here it is finally, it’s lacking pictures for now, only until I am back home and can doodle something out; this will be updated;;; thanks for everyone who posted their Cradlesonas before and gave me a boost to do it too ��😭😭 and for @lovingsiriusoswald for starting the craze and to @msquercusalba for listening to my rambles over her before I actually made this

Maybe this is more of an OC than a Cradlesona??

Sample pictures before I’m able to produce some myself ; made using picrew makers [2] [2] [2]

Cradlesona: Elise Marlowe

Basic Info:

Nicknames: Elí (family only; Edgar Bright is an exception to the rule)

Birthday: 27th of August

Age: 27

Height: 177 cm | 5’ 9’’

Blood Type: 0-

Physical:

Eyes: Greyish-blue

Hair: Silver

Accessories: Long hanging earrings, family ring on her left hand with family crest

Features: Fair skin tone, long silver hair reaching slightly over her shoulders, almond shaped eyes

Illnesses: None

Social:

Affiliation: Red Army / Red territory

Occupations: Youngest daughter of the family, in line to take over family’s pharmacy

Relationships:

Lancelot Kingsley - can’t call him a friend, can’t call his an acquaintance either, had known and met his since childhood (as well as other army officers); has only recently realised her feelings for him and tries to suppress them from surfacing and being obvious

Jonah Clemence - old school colleague, has a great deal of respect for him and his opinions but does think he can be overwhelming to deal with at times

Edgar Bright - finds him a bit eccentric but charming and amusing, had tutored him with chemicals under Claudius Bright’s request, considers him somewhat a friend and meets occasionally for a cup of tea

Kyle Ash - highly agrees with him on his morals and admires his dedication for his profession, has collaborated with him on formations of new medicines

Zero - unsure what she feels about him, he’s the only officer she hadn’t met during childhood and doesn’t feel he wants to meet her, get a change of heart after her ‘brother’ tells her what Zero is really like

Blanc Lapin - as an old family fiend, can remember him from childhood visits to her home, holds him in high regards

Oliver Knight - only heard about the man and his renowned inventions from Blanc and social circle talk but had never met him in person

Ray Blackwell - no opinion so far, knows he’s the opposing side’s King

Sirius Oswald - no opinion so far, only knows little what she had seen of hi during school and what Lancelot and Jonah had told her about him, and it’s hard to figure out what’s the truth and what’s a lie

Luka Clemence - despite his betrayal she isn’t hostile towards him, mainly because Edgar’s reports when he manages to get in touch with Luka, can’t understand why he left

Seth Hyde - knows nothing about him, only his position in the army thanks to Edgar’s intel, no opinion so far

Fenrir Godspeed - knows him due to family name and Edgar’s reports, had seen him around Civic Center but has never interacted with him, no opinion so far

Harr Silver - knows of him because she had seen him around Lancelot and Sirius but he’s a mystery to her, ever since he was pronounced an outlaw she is afraid to run into him, not a positive opinion

Loki Genetta - has only heard rumours about him and isn’t sure he is real, no opinion so far

Personality: Gentle and caring would be the best words to describe Elise Marlowe. The traits very unusual in her family, yet the soft spoken and sweet girl is always with a smile on her face and a forever optimist. Raised in a family of high expectations and a legacy to bear, Elise is very goal-oriented and will find the way to achieve her goals. But unlike the rest of her family, she would never use someone for her own gain. It’s against her morals and she can’t bring herself to harm anyone, no matter their deeds.

Elise is the baby of the family and had always been spoiled but instead of making her into a brat, it further enhanced her inner feeling of needing to give back to the less fortunate than her. Having shown a talent for chemistry and alchemy early on and seeing the possibilities she can use it to help others. She is a very curious woman that could get lost in books or whatever subject she finds interesting.

Aside her good and caring side, she can be stubborn and easily scared of situations she can’t understand. She is not used to not know what’s happening and when something strays from her norm it scares her. She can be too hard-pressed on something to give up, even knowing it’s in vain. Sometimes she can get overly sensitive and let her emotions make decisions rather than her mind. She believes in “actions speak more than words”

In short, Elise is a selfless and caring person that wants to help but sometimes acts before she thinks.

Family and History: Youngest of three children of family, Elise had a childhood many would be envy of. Her family had held the position of 10 of Hearts for generations and had strict rules about which child will inherit the prestigious title of future 10. Marlowes have been among the first families to be established as part of the Red Army in Cradle’s beginnings and have further secured their position by handling pharmaceuticals and providing alchemy services to the citizens. The founder of the family, Augustus Marlowe, established first ever pharmacy in Cradle and his books are used in education of future alchemists and pharmacists. As a founder, he had set rules his descendants were obligated to follow. One of them were to marry people from strickly choosen families to avoid diluting the bloodline. Thanks to this, Marlowe family is also renowned for all family members having eye-catching silver hair and each generation has to provide 3 offspring, of which one has to be a male. These and many more were the rigorous rules that have to be followed.

As the youngest, Elise was utterly spoiled by both her parents and her brother and sister. She got everything she set her eyes on and pointed at with her finger. Despite the overwhelming spoils, she was raised with proper manners and her sister insisted that she should hold herself with dignity and not let her desires get a better or her. Her brother, who is expected to inherit the position of 10 of Hearts, has often read to her and greatly influenced her fashion sense. All three of them used to be close until the fallout between the older siblings. Now, she only remains close with her brother.

As a rule, 3 children are an obligation for Marlowe family. One for the army, one for the alchemy and one for the pharmacy. All children are free to choose which profession they’ll follow, provided that the oldest male heir is sent to the army. At the young age, Elise showed a remarkable talent for chemistry. She was a much quicker learner than the older siblings and her family was overjoyed to have decided on her future so early on. It was a good thing she enjoyed what her future role will ask of her. It only came to finding her a perfect husband down the road.

As a child of nobility and high officer, she had the opportunity to meet with higher and lower ranked officers and through that had met Lancelot, Jonah and Edgar and Luka and later on, Kyle. Same age as Jonah, she attended the same school and same class he had and developed a friendship with the future Queen of Hearts and held his little brother in high regard all up until his betrayal. Due to how her family took a stance against the Clemence family, their friendship took a hit and now, they are slowly trying to bridge that gap. Future Jack had her be his tutor with chemistry outside the school on Claudius Bright’s request for Edgar’s future missions. Through that, she bonded with Edgar and they remained good friends.

Having graduated and set to inherit her family’s pharmacy when her aunt retires, Elise had been put to immense studying for her future job. She found joy in her studies and gladly took everything she was given and looked for some more afterwards. Elise is still very much lives a life she wants and already decided for her, and even if she likes it it, she can’t help feel it’s suffocating to live it.

Skills and Special Abilities:

Extensive knowledge of chemistry and alchemy

Quick reader

Can play the viola

Paired with: Lancelot Kingsley (one-sided ?)*

Life in Cradle: During the day, Elise is tasked with overlooking the family internary and accounting for everything that is lacking. Afterwards she is scheduled for studying for her future employment until lunch. Afterwards she’s usually helping her aunt in the pharmacy. After closing time she is always making sure she visits her ‘brother’ in the barracks. Secretly she sends small medicines or gifts over him to the King, Queen and Jack. She hopes it finds them well. Recently she found that her feelings for the young King of Hearts have resurfaced after seeing him more and more after her ‘brother’s’ enrolment into the army and her heart undeniably skipping a beat. Alas, she knows he is not her intended groom in the future, and if Marlowe puts something above themselves, it’s the family tradition.

* On Elise’s feelings towards Lancelot

Elise had known Lancelot since they were kids throughout various social events her family was invited to along with other families from the red territory. She had considered him a friend but she has never outright called him that, since he was raised to respect him above everything else. As children both were happy to see each other and just have a playmate they could play with before knowing their duty will take over their lives.

That continued through the school years up until they both respectfully graduated. Elise has helped Lancelot with a few tutoring sessions with some of his subjects and had gotten close to him again, just as there were as kids, but has always been more content as his silent supporter from behind. She had also enjoyed making small gifts in form of healthy snacks for him and Jonah when they were all still close back then. At 17, it was the first time she realised she had feelings for him. She didn’t know how it happened but she knew her feelings were strong enough for her to call it live. She fell in love with him due to Lancelot’s selfless actions and kindness, that wasn’t always so obvious at first, but mainly due to what a strong person he was. She admired him for managing to not let his emotions sway him upon his dad’s death, that he carefully considered the best way he could go about things without inconveniencing or causing harm to anybody. And above all, for making a tough decisions when he absolutely had to. Elise knew she never could do that were she in his place, she was far too emotional to be able to think rationality in a situation like so. For most part she idolised him, wanted to be more than friends but she knew she could never. Not only was there a hierarchical difference, she had already been bethroed to someone else.

And yet, she wrote him a letter, detailing her feelings for him in it and left it for him to find. Unsigned of course and let her feelings subside and dull over time, all the while convincing herself that it she had ever told him how she felt it would just end up in rejection. She had wondered if he maybe felt the same way when she had caugh his glace to her over the hallways and during their tutoring. She hoped his small acts of kindness to her meant more than just that. But she didn’t want to be selfish, her sister taught her better than that. She should be happy just being his friend and living to see him rise to the throne to rule. And she was. She convinced herself that she was happy being able to support Lancelot during his reign as a new King of Hearts.

She truly had tired to love her choosen husband. He wasn’t a bad guy, he didn’t do anything to hurt her or make her feel awful for having feelings for another man. He was too good for her and Elise pitied the man. She was still going to go through the wedding when the time comes and tried to erase all feelings about Lancelot from her heart. After all, she is a Marlowe, and a Marlowe always follows the family duty. She had almost done it until her ‘brother’ joined the army and asked for her to visit on a daily basis under the pretense of ‘using her knowledge to help Red Army advance.’ Even if it was just a ploy, she was still happy and eager to help. That’s when she met Kyle through her ‘brother’ and had all the more reasons to visit the barracks. That’s when she had encountered Lancelot again one night in the hallway after having discussed with Kyle about new possible medical solutions. Seeing him again after years and exchanging just a few words had lit a flame inside her once again. Visiting barracks for work bacame the perfect excuse to see him again and have just a greeting between them. Now older and more mature, Elise knows she could never stand by his side as his choosen one but she still hasn’t given up on supporting him till the end. It’s was she has to do.

But so far, she hasn’t received any complains on sending him gifts again after all those years.

#cradlesona #ikemen revolution cradlesona #elise cradlesona #cradlesona oc #ikemen revolution #ikerev #boy this got long #im going to hate this in a few hours #cant belive i actually have to make the rest of thr family for this to make sense #if anyone read this through the end #you a true mvp #thank you for coming to my ted talk

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robobrainmurdermysterytheatre · 5 years

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Fallout OC Interview!

I already tagged people, so I’m not tagging anyone in this. I took FOREVER because I thought every question needed an essay-length answer. Also because I went “Oh, I have SCREENSHOTS that would fit well with these questions 😏” then had to sift through the 9gb of screenshots I have to find them. Enjoy!

Rules:

1. Choose an OC.

2. Answer them as that OC.

3. Tag 5 people to do the same.

What is your name? Jack Daniel O’Kelley

How old are you? 24... no, 25 now. Actually, technically, 235.

What do you look like? I’m white, almost 6ft tall, blonde hair, freckles, blue eyes... well, they used to be blue, now they’re... weird... one robot arm, lots of scars, lots of tattoos... you’ll know me when you see me, believe me.

[Read the rest under the cut 👇 It’s long! I threw in a bunch of pictures for lookin’ at! Also, the story of how Jack lost his arm!]

Where are you from? Where do you live now? Boston, born and raised. Except, before the war. Now I live in Sanctuary. I pack up and winter out in the southwest, though! Hate the cold.

What was your childhood like? Before the age of 10? Not great. I was an orphan, grew up in an orphanage. I can’t complain, compared to what orphans in this time have to go through? Still... it was... not something I even want to talk about. But once my parents adopted me? It was nice, it was normal, mostly. They were good people. I didn’t want for anything. They made up for everything else I’d been through.

What groups are you friendly with? Are you allied with any factions? I’m General of The Minutemen, so I’d say we’re pretty friendly. The Minutemen have a good, solid relationship with The Railroad, and I personally do as well. We also have a good relationship with Goodneighbor, we always get supplies from there rather than Diamond City, if we can. And again, in a personal sense, I’m a big fan of the Mayor over there. Close personal friend! There are also some groups up north, in Far Harbor I’m on pretty good terms with: the harbormen, the synth refuge. Being popular with the Children of Atom from up there has perks that carry over into dealing with them in the Commonwealth as well. Oh! And the Atom Cats are definitely friends, they gave me a neat jacket and everything. They’re not really a militant faction or anything, they’re great to just hang out with and build cool power armor. They have a poetry night, too!

Tell me about your best friend. That’s just a friend? His name is Deacon. I’m pretty sure I’m not at liberty to tell you anything else about him, though. My other best friend is Piper, number one reporter in the wasteland. Very fun, very funny, very kind. We get drunk and sing showtunes together sometimes. She’s surprisingly good at fighting, more than once now I’ve seen her wreck with a minigun she just picked up from whatever enemy we just downed, but she’s still really good with that 10mm. She reminds me a lot of my late wife in a lot of ways. She’s doing amazing things, bringing truth to the people.

Do you have a family? Tell me about them! I had my family before the war... my parents and then my wife, Ray, and son, Shaun, later. They’re all gone now. I have my son... he’s a synth replica of my human son that he made of himself... it’s complicated... but it’s not. I love him. He’s more my real son than the old man I met nearly a year ago who was the person my human son became. And my husband, Danse. And everyone around us in Sanctuary, really, is family. We all love and support each other, that’s what matters, you know? Even some people outside of Sanctuary - Nicky in Diamond City is like a father to me, Longfellow up north on the island too... The Abernathy’s treated me kindly and helped me supply up when I first came out of the vault and I had no idea what was going on, they were the first people I saw, so they feel a lot like family, too... and the Railroad, like Deacon puts it, are just “one big dysfunctional family, with guns” and, well, working with them like I do, we’re family. I also have a cousin on my dad’s side that survived the war, Celeste! She has the best weed and is a big *ahem* fan of Mayor Hancock. I love her dearly.

What about a partner or partners? I’m married to Danse, he’s an amazing man. Besides being tall, dark and handsome, he’s dedicated, strong, loyal, smart, principled... he’s also the biggest softie I know, he’s compassionate and loving and oh, god, his sense of humor is blink-and-you’ll-miss-it dry but if you catch it, it’s amazing. I have no idea what he’s doing with a guy like me. We balance each other out really well, he helps me keep my shit together, and I help him cut loose. Our marriage is sort of open, we both have people from before we got together that are really important to us, so I have a boyfriend, too. He lives out in Vegas now, where he’s from, but I met him up here during a really dark time when I thought I didn't have anything left in me and had run away from everything. He gave me back the will to keep trying. Haley’s really special - smart as a whip, loyal to a fault, goodhearted, charming, one hell of a shot... Oh, and gorgeous. We’ve had a lot of fun together, just wish I could see him more often. And then there’s Preston. He’s just... everything that’s good and right about humanity. How could I not fall in love with him? He’s beautiful inside and out, he has a heart of pure gold, he’s fought so hard for everything he believes in. I didn’t even realize he had any kind of feelings for me until after I had already gotten together with Danse, but, after we worked out the whole open relationship thing, we got together and that was that.

Who are your enemies, and why? Number one on my shitlist are The Gunners. We’ve been whittling away their numbers, so they’re less of a threat than when I first encountered them. They’re still a legitimate enough with the firepower, organization and numbers they still do have. Anyone or anything that threatens the settlers or the Minutemen are enemies in my book. Things are pretty tense with the Brotherhood of Steel, as well. There’s no... official conflict with them at the moment, but they’re on thin ice.

But seriously, fuck The Gunners.

Have you ever heard of The Brotherhood of Steel? What do you think about them? Ah, yes. I think if they weren’t trying to spearhead a synth genocide on my turf, we would be able to coexist just fine. I actually used to be in the Brotherhood, though it was mostly me being opportunistic, hoping they could help me find my son and getting to play with power armor and big guns and giant robots. My husband was, too. We were Paladins! Well... I kind of took his position after they kicked him out... he recruited me, he was my commanding officer - one hell of an officer, too, that’s why I field promoted him to Captain of the Minutemen. But I’m getting off topic - The Brotherhood, thankfully seems to have at least slowed down on the synth genocide bullshit after The Minutemen and our allies blew up The Institute. I gently reminded Elder Maxson that’s what happens when people fuck with my family. I haven’t had too many issues with them since.

[Knight O’Kelley 😏]

What about The Enclave? I’ve heard about them from multiple sources, I’m not sure how much of that information is good information, but from my understanding, they sound like assholes. Dangerous assholes.

How do you feel about Super Mutants? I feel bad for them. The ones out here in the Commonwealth were made against their will by The Institute. That’s bullshit. I’ll still kill them when they’re shooting at me, though. I’ve ran into a few friendly ones, there’s Strong and Erickson, and Virgil used to be a Super Mutant but now he’s a human again. I know there’s friendly, smarter Super Mutants in other areas. They’re people too, just like ghouls, just like synths, just like humans. If they’re friendly, I’m friendly, if they’re hostile, I’m hostile. Just wish there were more around here that weren’t hostile. They’re also excellent fighters, I definitely admire the no-bullshit approach they take to fighting.

What’s the craziest fight you’ve ever been in? Oh, boy, this one’s hard, I’ve been in some crazy fights. Probably The Battle for Bunker Hill, where everyone showed up to the party and I almost died. I was still working undercover at The Institute on the Railroad’s behalf, and so Me, Danse, Deacon, Preston, Hancock, and Mac all go out to meet this Courser. We had Danse in full power armor because we were worried about the Courser recognizing him, but he refused to stay behind because he was worried about me but I’m really glad he didn’t. So we meet this guy, the idea was that we were going to go with him to reclaim these four synths hiding out at Bunker Hill, but when we had a chance, instead we’d take him out and relocate the synths. Well, somehow The god damn Brotherhood of Steel got word of the synths hiding out there as well, so we go in and it’s just a clusterfuck, The Railroad agents, gen 1s, Brotherhood, Caravan guards, everyone’s firing at everyone everywhere. That made getting in easy, we just waded through the fire. We got down there, jumped this Courser and secured the synths. Then we had to fight our way out and in the process Danse’s armors broken, so he has to hop out, but we have everything pretty well handled. Then a second wave of Vertibirds roll in, they’re dropping guys, they’re firing on us from the air, everything is chaos again. They recognized Danse and they were out for blood, they start coming for him instead of the synths we’re protecting, which at least gave Preston, Deacon and Mac a chance to take the four kids to relative safety. So Danse and I are distracting them, trying to slowly retreat, but keep their attention on us enough the rest of our folks can get away. I’m on one side of the street and he’s on the other, just ripping into them. Then this grenade sails over my cover and lands right next to me. I’m pissed, I’m exhausted, I’m thinking, I’m going to throw this motherfucker back at them, there’s nowhere to run, we’re pinned down, fuck it. That was... the wrong call. Or I don’t know, I’m still here, so maybe it wasn’t. I reached down and next thing I know my ears are ringing and I’m flat on my back in the middle of the street in the most excruciating pain I have ever been in. Last thing I see before I black out is my gorgeous, heroic husband standing over me, absolutely fucking furious, unleashing complete and utter hell with that gatling laser on what’s left of the Brotherhood troops. And that’s how I lost my arm!

Have you ever fought a Deathclaw? Many. I hate fighting them, honestly. They’re beautiful creatures. Terrifying, but beautiful.

Do you like fighting? I’m so tired of fighting.

What’s your weapon of choice? In a perfect world, where I won’t accidentally blow up my friends? Mayhem, my quad-barrel missile launcher with a built in targeting computer painted Atom Cats colors. Generally, though, I go with my sniper rifle, Liberator, or the laser rifle Danse gave me, Righteous Authority.

How do you survive? Your wits, your charm, your skills, brute force, some combination? (a.k.a. what’s your S.P.E.C.I.A.L?) As much as I’d like to think it’s my excellent combat prowess, mostly some combination of my skills and my charm have helped me stay alive.

Have you ever been in a vault? What do you think about them? Fuck Vault-Tec, fuck their mothers, fuck all their friends and fuck the vaults. Except Clarence, the salesman who sold me my family’s place in Vault 111. They fucked him over, too. He didn’t know. I can’t be mad. We’re friends. And Curie, technically, was Vault-Tec, when she was a robot, but that’s different. Oh, and the vault I kind of... own... now is OK, the original Overseer left when I did her freaky experiments wrong. It’s known as the Party Vault, now! But listen, I was frozen for 210 years in Vault 111, and as fucked up as that is, that’s probably one of the most benign things Vault-Tec ever did to anyone. They carried out some of the most horrific things I have ever heard of, they’re awful.

[Vault 88, the Party Vault!]

How do you beat all the radiation around here? Has it affected you? I don’t have to work too hard to deal with the radiation after the... “religious experience” I had when I “infiltrated” the Children of Atom for Acadia. I still don’t have an explanation for what happened, but, the radiation heals me and eventually dissipates itself after a while, when it even does effect me. Every so often during a bad radstorm I still have to pop some Rad-X. Before that, though, lots of Rad-X and Radaway and cowering in corners of buildings when radstorms blew through. Radstorms used to do a number on me, they’d give me panic attacks, hallucinations - and not the fun kind - make me sick. Not so much anymore, so that’s good.

What’s your favorite wasteland critter? Deathclaws. They’re majestic, they’re fierce and huge. They have interesting mutations that turn them neat colors. I think they’re a lot more intelligent than the average wasteland critter.

What’s your least favorite wasteland critter? Radroaches. Everyone said roaches would survive the apocalypse and not only did they survive, they got more disgusting. Yuck.

How do you feel about robots? Pretty fucking good! I’ve been fascinated with them since before the war. I was going to go into a career in robotics. I guess I kind of ended up doing that, since I build so many now. And Codsworth, who’s a robot, is one of my favorite people. So, yeah, pretty fucking good.

[These are babeys]

How many caps do you have on you right now? Twenty four thousand give or take. Don’t even think about robbing me of them.

Nuka Cola or Sunset Sarsaparilla? Listen, Haley sent me a crate of Sunset Sarsaparilla once and that shit is way better than any flavor of Nuka Cola I’ve ever had.

Do you do chems? Yes. But strictly for business, not pleasure anymore. Before the war, I was addicted to Psycho and Med-X, and probably Mentats, back from when I was in Anchorage. Hell, even as a kid I would get high here and there. I would really do whatever I could get my hands on. But I cleaned up when Ray was pregnant. Once I lost her and Shaun, it was open season again, especially since chems seem to flow pretty freely in some places around here. I had it bad, my friends had to drag me more than half dead to a wasteland doctor more than once. But once I got Shaun back... I couldn’t do that to him, I couldn’t do it anymore. Sometimes the occasion calls for it, though, there are a lot of fights I wouldn’t have walked away from without the extra edge. I just have to watch it.

Do you ever think about the Pre-War world? A lot. I think about the life I had before, the people I cared about. I also think about the mistakes were made that got us to the place we are now, if anything to try to avoid making them again. If they’re even avoidable...

What’s your deepest regret? What would you do differently? Not being able to protect my family in the vault. I don’t know what I could have done differently, I was trapped in there, what could I do? I think about it every day like maybe I’ll have an answer to that question, but I never find one.

What’s your biggest achievement? Or what do you hope to achieve? Destroying the Institute, hands down, biggest achievement. They were the biggest roadblock to a functioning Commonwealth, and now they’re gone we can actually build something.

What do you want for the future? For yourself? Your friends? The world?

Peace, for all three.

#sole survivor

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confessionsofa-roleplayer · 5 years

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It wasn’t enough; the first time I had come on here I had struggled with making my blog out of the sheer anxiety I felt. Soon enough though, I got my bio cleared up for my oc and put out there on my blog, followed by some personal written pieces for my character to get the fires going in the hopes that they would generate interest in my blog. It wasn’t long after that tho, that someone was already ripping ideas and concepts from me hardly 4 months after blog creation, and it wasn’t little things or vauge things. I didn’t know what to do or what to say– I felt sick, completly anxious and for many months it was hard to login on my to blog. Call out culture was the rage and I was utterly terrified to talk to them about it when the similarities added up that it just couldn’t have been my mere chance after such a point. I never said shit though.

This wasn’t my first rodeo concerning issues like this exactly, and almost everytime I tried to fix it in civility the fallout was immense no matter how gently I tried to come at the matter. The bullshit didn’t end once they fucked off into another fandom, either. Sure, their bullshit was done; but it didn’t end with them. Things -at least for awhile- were ok.

Forword nearly a year and a half later, my fandom gets a second wind, new ocs, new content, it’s booming again. I get invited to fandom chat group and lo and behold, I met new and lovely people. Things go well for me up until a follower of my new ship-partner decided to follow me as well.

I knew there was something wrong the moment they stated vauging about our ship shortly after I followed them back– I should have unfollowed them right then tbh. Hardly a month or two into it, and they begun lifting ideas from me as well. Rewording entire specific headcanons I made, even changing the aesthetic of Thier muse to match mine down to note and this began this almost petty sense of rivalry. Whatever I did, they tried to do better by basically ripping off my muse whenever they could eventually, and it fell flat. Given as I had done plenty of research at the time, it became increasingly appeant that they were taking things from me without doing any of Thier own; even things very specific to the path my muse took in life. It made no sense but there they were rehashing my hard work and claiming it as Thier own, and I eventually learned that they were doing it to my partner as well. I said nothing at first because of the attitude that many on this website have when it comes to copying. I was afraid of the fallout, as being seen as some eliteist baby because of it. Even as the evidence stacked and more than a few people took notice, I still said nothing for the longest time. Then I broke and I attempted to talk to them about it when it finally became too much, for me and my partner and another friend they were stealing from. It went over easily enough I thought, but before I knew it, they began to take much much more -from just me- seemingly out of the blue and I held my tongue because we were part of some of the same groups at this point when it kicked back up and when we all thought they’d moved on. I was livid, it was only a matter of time at that point and I was building up a reliable list of reciptes to use if I needed to.

I seethed in anger and fear and anxiety over this bullshit and I was getting sick of it. But like a Eventually, they left the site as well after they got massively called out for thier theft in a monster of a post when things were about to elevate on my part; it was like an intervention. While that wasn’t exactly fair, I have to admit… I was glad that someone else had the spine I didn’t have for the longest time. At the same time; I don’t think it should have been a call out post despite what I may have felt against them. A year later after these events, I unfortunately catch another person this time copypasting entire parts of my OCS bios and dossiers- into Thier own works and even creating AUS based off certain lengthy threads I had right on my and blog it was surreal.

I do not know how to confront this this time, and it’s still happening. I’d like to do it in private as always but I got to get ahold of myself.

Even when I take the time to tell people, some still wonder why I have such an issue with theft. People wonder why I get so up in arms these days over it and they still have the nerve to invalidate my feelings and my anxiety over it because of the loose idea of what constitutes as plagerizing on this hellsite. They then wonder why I no longer wish to rp on a site full of lazy thieves and stalker-ish muns that follow my mutuals, yet avoid me and go as far as to hop on my and blog, read my 40+ note threads and then twist specific threads of mine into their AUS while also lifting large parts from my dossier to suit thier own needs, down to specific past story-heavy events of mine. I mean what the hell? Guess it wasn’t enough huh?

I am about to take off from this site for good because this is getting out of hand, and I’m tired of crazy shit happening on top of the reoccuring theft. Why is it this atrocious? Why do some people think this is ok to do to Thier mutuals and fellow creators?

#confessions #drama #theft

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thelittlesushithatcould · 5 years

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Fallout Meme!

I saw this on @courierspikeee and I noticed one of the tags was anyone who thought ED-E was the goodest boy, and i am 100% in that camp, so I hope nobody minds if I do this ;) Rules:

1. Choose an OC.

2. Answer them as that OC.

3. Tag 5 people to do the same.

1. What is your name?

"Doctor Wanda Thompson, of the Institute!” She laughs “oh, don’t give me that look”

2. How old are you?

"well that’s what we call a ‘complication’ . In reality I’m somewhere around 245? Give or take a few years. Being flash frozen really does a number on your sense of time”

3. What do you look like?

"Me? Oh, you know...curly brown hair, tan complexion, I’ve gotten a little softer as I’ve gotten older, more curves than in my youth.” She rubs her hand “I’ve also gotten some radiation burns during the course of my research. My hands, particularly, and a bit over my lip” She laughs “I like to think I look like a proper scientist, as well as a mother”

4. Where are you from? Where do you live now?

Wanda thinks for a moment, a small smile on her lips that catches on her scar, turning it a little lopsided “I was born on the cape. Over by Hyannis.” She pauses “I moved to Boston after that, to attend the Institute.” She shakes her head “i still live in Boston. just...under it, I suppose”

5. What was your childhood like?

“Wonderful” She laughs, and claps her hands together with a jovial grin “Simply wonderful! I spent more days than I could count out there on the sandy beaches, collecting samples of sea critters and studying them in their natural habitats” She leans on her hand , smiling “I can still smell the salt in the air, when I really think about it”

6. What groups are you friendly with? Are you allied with any factions?

“The Institute” She says without missing a beat “I’m their Director after all.” She waves her gloved fingers dismissively "I took the liberty of changing our standards and practices away from Playing God and into actually helping someone for a change.” “As for allies...well. I met this nice man who claims to have been a courier once. Rules Vegas now, he says. We hit it off fairly well.. and heavens... I suppose there’s the woman who took over Pittsburgh from those slavers...”

7. Tell me about your best friend.

“Nick? He’s fantastic” She points “I’ve never met a finer detective in my life. Even if he refuses to let me help mend his synthskin. Stubborn old bastard”

8. Do you have a family? Tell me about them!

“My husband. He died when we were all frozen, but...there were some strange circumstances involving Institute tech that helped us find one another through the barrier of life and death” She pauses, and frowns slightly “ah. And we had a son. but he turned out to be...well. We don’t like to talk about him”

9. What about a partner or partners?

“Curie! My beloved!” She hugs herself with an ear to ear smile “the cutest robot I’ve ever met in my entire life. I helped her get a body, you know. And for the longest time it was just me and her in the wasteland! Now Thomas, Curie and I all intermingle in a lovely little poly amorous triangle”

10. Who are your enemies, and why?

“oh hoho...” She covers her mouth “Bandits. The Gunners. the Enclave. The Brotherhood of Steel. Covenant. Rogue Institute Personnel..Honestly I’m probably forgetting a few”

11. Have you ever heard of The Brotherhood of Steel? What do you think about them?

“They call me the Bane of Steel for a reason” She smiles, though there’s something almost vicious in it “When they tried to ‘help’ the Commonwealth by killing anything they wished and hoarding tech...” She mimes shooting into the sky “My one regret is that I didn’t keep their airship. Oh well”

12. What about The Enclave?

“HAH!” she laughs out loud, clapping her hands together again “Terrible! The worst idea I’ve ever heard! America fell, you old loons, rebuild it as something new instead of rehashing the same mistakes all over again”

13. How do you feel about Super Mutants?

“Fascinating creatures. I only wish I could meet the ones from the early West Coast. They’re a real testament to the FEV. If only they’d stop trying to fill me with holes long enough for a proper interview..”

14. What’s the craziest fight you’ve ever been in?

“oh...” she sighed “the time my friends and I destroyed the BoS?” She shrugs slightly “I went up into their blimp, and walked right up to that pompous ass who called himself their leader, before vaporizing him. I did manage to preserve his coat” She smiles slightly “Then we had to fight our way out of a sea of trained soldiers to get back to the ground and organize the destruction of their funny little blimp”

15. Have you ever fought a Deathclaw?

“Heavens yes, and I wish I hadn’t. They’re too gorgeous to kill!”

16. Do you like fighting?

“not really” She folds her fingers together with a sad look in her eyes “It’s always sad to have to harm someone or something. And to take a life is always a weight on the soul” She closes her eyes “but to fix the world, you have to survive...”

17. What’s your weapon of choice?

“Energy Weapons” She says with a bright smile “nothing like holding a buzzing laser rifle in your hands and feeling the raw INNOVATION that went into it” She shook her head “i also have a serrated revolutionary war sword I hooked a battery onto that i’m fond of”

18. How do you survive? Your wits, your charm, your skills, brute force, some combination? (a.k.a. what’s your S.P.E.C.I.A.L?)

“Intelligence” She said , holding up her hand “with a side helping of Charisma. You need to have a keen mind in the field of science. To analyze, theorize and know how to convince others to put those theories into practice...” She tapped her head “that’s the key to changing the world”

19. Have you ever been in a vault? What do you think about them?

“I’ve always hated Vault Tec. They invited me to join their little experiment, but I declined in favor of continuing my research into radiation and mutation. And then the damned bastards froze me!”

20. How do you beat all the radiation around here? Has it affected you?

“I wrote several studies on the effects of radiation exposure on the human body! hah, so I have some ideas on how to prevent it. Some lead lining in the clothes, lots of Rad-x and Radaway transfusions....building decontamination arches over all my doors. The usual stuff”

21. What’s your favorite wasteland critter?

“I love those funny little geckos” She smiled “They’re just so precious!”

22. What’s your least favorite wasteland critter?

“Cazadors” She frowned “i knew the idiot who made them back in the day. Hated him then. Damned fool made a flying plague”

23. How do you feel about robots?

“I ADORE robots” She says with almost girlish glee “I’ve always found them so interesting! While I’m a biologist by trade, I’ve always appreciated the sheer science of a robot. That glowing chrome...that hydraulic power...” She looks like she’s going to go on about this for a distressingly long time.

24. How many caps do you have on you right now?

“More than enough to fix the Commonwealth”

25. Nuka Cola or Sunset Sarsaparilla?

"Nuka Cola is absolute swill” She sniffs “ I’m a Sunset Sarsaparilla girl, myself. and just a little side note from one of my studies: Nuka Cola can melt a crab. A whole crab. Just saying!

26. Do you do chems?

“Mentats, Sometimes. I hate the damned things, but damn were they useful during particularly long and stressful studies”

27. Do you ever think about the Pre-War world?

“All the time. I remember it in all it’s glory...in all it’s faults. It was a flawed society built upon fear...but it was also peaceful, and comfortable... a place full of friends I’ll never see again...” She bites her lip gently “...I’ll help the Wasteland become something better... the Old World without it’s flaws..”

28. What’s your deepest regret? What would you do differently?

“Everything. I would have spoken up about the ethical issues I saw in the Institute before the war even began. I would have found another way to survive that wasn’t Vault Tec and it’s Trap. The ...the synth project maybe. I don’t know. I can’t dwell on this question too long without regretting almost everything I’ve done prior to my choice to change the Institute and fix the wasteland”

29. What’s your biggest achievement? Or what do you hope to achieve?

“Which leads us into this.. hah. When my son passed away, he left the Institute to me. in my hands. He trusted I’d keep us on the course he chose...but he was wrong. The Synths were an exercise in needless cruelty. A species created, given sentience and then called slaves and tools. I ...reorganized...the head committee, and demanded a stop to the hunting and production of synths. No more bodysnatching. no more ‘property retrieval’ . No more. There were those who fought me...and there were those who tried to remove me. But I’m stronger than I seem.” She smiled grimly “I got them to see things my way eventually. And with that, the Institute’s copious resources could be turned outward...and used to help the Commonwealth at large”

30. What do you want for the future? For yourself? Your friends? The world? ”I want...” She looks into the middle distance for a moment in thought “A world where we can all live in peaceful co-existence. Ghouls. Synths. Super Mutants, humans, true robots, and anyone else in that great wide world...I want a world where we can all work towards a mutual understanding and betterment of this wonderful Second Chance we’ve all been given” And now for the tagging <3 @queenofblackcrows @spookdoggy @corpsewyrm @ all those who think Curie is a sweetheart @ all fallout fans who may see this? idk <3

#fallout #fallout 4 #Sole Survivor #Fallout meme #Local Science Mom fights Everyone for the chance for people to be happy #The Insitute

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TTS: Part 43 (Liam x MC)

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PAIRINGS: Riley (MC) x OC, Riley (MC) x Liam, Liam x Riley (MC) x OC, Olivia x Drake, Bertrand x Savannah, Maxwell x OC

SUMMARY: Riley and Andy sort through their feelings after their fight.

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6/19/18 - Okay guys, here’s the next part. We’re going to see something different with the next TTS update . . . it’s going to be Liam’s POV picking up from when he gets on the plane to NY. I hope you guys will enjoy that perspective as much as I’ve enjoyed writing it. :) Like previous Liam POVs, it will likely be split in two parts. No update until maybe Friday since I’m still in the process of writing it. :)

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Part 43 - The Truth Hurts

Riley slid her key into the apartment’s lock bracing herself for the inevitable fallout of her earlier altercation with Andy. Unsurprisingly she found Andy waiting for her on their couch in the living room.

“Hey,” she said quietly, throwing her keys onto the counter.

“Hey,” Andy said, looking up from the couch. It looked like she had been fiddling with her phone while waiting for Riley to get back. “Didn’t think you’d be back in time for the flight,” she said shortly.

“I wasn’t going to miss it, Andy,” she said quietly. “I just needed some room to breathe. Everybody’s been hounding me about Liam and the baby . . . and I just needed to get away for a minute,” she tried to explain to her. She went to sit next to her on the couch, much like they had sat together when she first got the invitation to Bertrand’s wedding. It was strange to think how much had changed over the course of the last few months. “I’ve been overreacting a lot lately,” Riley sighed.

“No . . . “ Andy shook her head. “You’ve been acting like a spoiled two-year-old,” she disagreed. As much as she had tried to apologize earlier, she was now utterly and completely pissed off. Riley couldn’t blame her really.

“Yeah,” Riley nodded, a bit ashamed of herself. Her earlier talk with Liam had made her realize that every single one of their friends had their best interests at heart, and even though they were overbearing and overly involved in their lives, they were just worried, and their worry came from a place of love. “I just wanted to –“

“Nope. Nu uh. It’s my turn to talk,” she said seriously. “I’ve been listening to you go on and on and on for the last two weeks about this and that and how things with Liam won’t work because of some ridiculous bullshit . . . now you listen to me,” she pointed her finger at Riley. “I don’t know if you’re still freaked out about Liam breaking your heart or if it’s these God awful pregnancy hormones that are messing with your head . . . but whatever it is . . .you need to snap out of it. As you keep reminding me, there’s a baby involved now . . .and you have to remember that, too,” she said angrily.

Riley looked at her a bit stunned. Their friendship was as strong as it was because they thrived on honesty. Living and breathing in their tiny apartment forced them to pretty much live on top of one another, which meant complete and brutal honesty if they were driving each other crazy. It was honesty that helped solidify their friendship and turn them into their own little makeshift family. Riley would often joke that Andy was her conscience because she wasn’t afraid to tell her when she had screwed up. When she was carrying on with Liam back in Cordonia, it was Andy who made her face the reality of her actions. That’s what best friends do. They don’t sugarcoat things. They give you the cold, hard facts and force you to deal with things. The truth hurt, and Andy’s words definitely gave her quite the slap in the face.

“I’m sorry,” Riley tried to say strongly, but her voice failed her. Instead, it came out weak, as if she were about to cry again. The hot tears that were welling in the corners of her eyes were further evidence that she was on the verge of another breakdown.

Riley . . . I don’t want to hear it anymore. I can’t wait for these pregnancy hormones to vacate your body,” Andy seethed at her. “You are so utterly ridiculous right now. What the hell is wrong with you, hopping out of that cab? You could have screwed your leg up again . . . or worse, hurt your baby!”

“I know . . . I wasn’t thinking,” she said softly; she could feel the heat from her embarrassment on her cheeks.

“You haven’t been thinking, Riley. That’s the whole damn problem,” Andy exclaimed. “Liam may be an idiot for treating you so terribly back then, but he is head over heels in love with you, Riley. Everyone can see it. Everyone except you apparently,” she said in exasperation. “I know you feel the same way about him,” her tone began to soften slightly, but her tone was still stern. “Do you think no one saw the way you guys looked at each other? How he looked at your stomach when he realized it was his child in there? Any moron could see he wants you and this baby so much. Would marrying him really be the end of the world?”

Riley sighed. It wouldn’t really. She knew it wouldn’t be the end of the world. She loved him, and he loved her. “We have problems,” She said vaguely. “And every time I think things will finally work out for us, something happens to just throw things off course again. I’m tired, Andy. I’m tired of fighting for something that maybe just isn’t meant to be,” she said a bit sadly.

“Who doesn’t have problems?” Andy countered. “Do you think that Olivia and Drake are perfect? Nope. They had a screaming match the night before her party . . . in front of at least half a dozen people. Do you think Maxwell and I are perfect? We got into an argument just last week about the way Bertrand talks to me . . . And don’t even get me started on Bertrand and Savannah . . . Savannah can certainly hold her own in a verbal sparring match with Duke Asshat,” she shook her head. “Do you see? We all have problems Riley . . . I mean, yes, perhaps your problems with Liam are on a grander scale considering who he is . . . but every relationship has problems. No one is perfect,” she ranted. “That doesn’t even you a free pass to run away every time things get a little difficult,” she said carefully.

“You’re supposed to be on my side,” Riley whispered.

“I am on your side, but I’m also on your baby’s side, and he or she deserves two parents who will be around him or her all the time, not just when they happen to be on the same continent,” she said pointedly.

“Don’t you mean my bastard?” Riley said coolly. As the words let her lips, she immediately regretted it. It hadn’t been her attention to the stir the pot any further, especially when Andy seemed to be letting a lot of frustrations off of her chest, but she just couldn’t help it. Andy hurt her when she said that, and it just wasn’t something she could just forget.

Andy paused, swallowing thickly. Sighing, she reached across the couch and placed a hand on Riley’s thigh. “Look . . . I was out of line for what I said in the cab earlier today,” she began. “Your baby is not a bastard. I should have explained myself a lot better. I know I can’t take the words back, but I can apologize to you for using them in the first place. I let the words fly out without filtering,” she explained. “You know that I can be a bit crass sometimes, but that’s not an excuse. I know. It’s not how I feel about this baby. Not at all. I’m excited for you and Liam, and I can’t wait until he’s born,” she smiled softly. “What I meant was that people at court who don’t know you . . . or the history behind your relationship with Liam will talk. And they will say unkind things about you and about the baby. I don’t want that. None of us want that,” she tried to reason with her.

“I know I’ve been difficult,” Riley said quietly. “I just don’t want to get hurt again. I can’t survive it,” she said sadly. “I don’t want to go back to Cordonia, give him my already fractured heart and let him stomp all over it again,” she said honestly. “It scares the hell out of me. I love him so much, and I want so desperately to have a life with him, but we’ve been down this road before,” she admitted. “Maybe I’m just not the girl that gets the happily ever after,” she said glumly.

“You’re pregnant with a royal prince or princess,” Andy said seriously. “I’m pretty sure the happily after is within your reach,” she elbowed Riley playfully.

“I wish it were that simple,” Riley shrugged.

As Andy was about to speak again, they heard the door of their apartment begin to jostle. Alicia was balancing her notebooks, a box full of design gear, and a few binders. “Hey,” she let out a heavy breath. “Sorry I’m running so late. The consults went way over the scheduled times,” she sighed. “I can tell these clients are going to keep me busy,” she smiled brightly.

Seeing a tear-stained Riley, and a very put out Andy, her gaze shifted between the two women uncomfortably. “Did I miss something? Is everything okay?” She asked hesitantly.

“Yeah,” Riley nodded, wiping a few tears out of her eyes. “Just hashing out some things,” she said quietly.

“We’re good,” Andy nodded, squeezing Riley’s thigh. “So . . let me just use the bathroom one last time and then we can head out,” she said.

When Andy left the living room and closed the bathroom door, Alicia took her place next to Riley on the couch. “Boss, are you good?” Alicia asked uncertainly.

“I’ve just been really emotional lately,” Riley tried to wave her off, but she found herself battling a whole new set of emotions. Even though she was still reeling from her spat with Andy, it also had just hit her that she wouldn’t be seeing Alicia again until she had her lima bean in her arms. She’d been with her every step of the way so far on her pregnancy journey, and it seemed a bit strange that she wouldn’t be there for the rest of the journey . . . at least not until he was old enough to travel.

“Goddaman hormones,” she shrieked, and the fresh tears began to stream down her face.

“What’s the matter, Boss?”

Riley started to chuckle. “You’re going to have to stop calling me that . . . we’re partners now. You own fifty percent of the business. That makes you just as much a boss as me,” she said through her tears.

“Are those happy tears or sad tears . . . I can’t keep up,” Alicia said honestly.

“A mixture of both I guess,” Riley sighed. “I knew leaving New York for such a long time was going to be tough . . . but leaving you is even worse,” she smiled at Alicia. Their relationship had evolved into such a wonderful friendship, and she was really going to miss her.

“Boss, it’s only for a while,” she assured her. “And like you said when you talked to me a couple weeks ago . . . you’ll only be an email or phone call away. Plus, you can still Skype me when you’re itching to do designs or see how things are going,” she smiled encouragingly. “It’s just a different kind of adventure for a little while,” she tried to reassure her.

“It’s not that . . . I’m going to miss you. You’ve been so awesome over the last couple of months, and not just with the business. I was falling apart most of the time, and you really just hung in there and made sure that I was taken care of. I owe you,” Riley said seriously.

“You’ve repaid me tenfold, Partner,” she smirked. “I mean . . . half of the business? I nearly had a heart attack,” she joked.

“Alright, are we ready?” Andy said excitedly as she left the bathroom. ““Come on guys, the private plane is calling my name . . .are you crying again,” she sighed, noticing Riley’s red eyes.

“It’s the hormones.”

“Right,” Andy shook her head. “Come on . . . I have a boyfriend that I’m dying to see,” she smiled brightly.

Alicia gave Riley a quick hug before hopping off the couch and starting to help them with their luggage.

“You gave the moving guys all of the correct information right?” Andy asked Riley as they headed out the door.

“Yeah, they’re coming tomorrow for the rest of our boxes,” she nodded. “We’ll just have to live out of these suitcases for a little bit,” she shrugged.

“I know you’re going to eventually come back,” Andy sighed with a bit of disapproval in her tone, “But . . . doesn’t it feel like kind of an end of an era?” She asked. “So much has happened to us . . .it’s kind of sad to say goodbye,” she said thoughtfully.

Riley could only nod. She had just slowed down the tears from her crying spell with Alicia, and she really didn’t want to go through another moment of sentimentality that would cause her to breakdown again. She couldn’t help but think that as much as this was a great loss . . . leaving New York . . . even if it was only for a little while . . . was going to be a brand new adventure.

The hustle and bustle of the airport left Alicia having to circle a few times until a drop off spot became available, and even then, the goodbyes were rushed leaving no time for any more sentimentality.

“If you get overwhelmed, call me, okay?” She asked Alicia. “I mean it. I’m fine with Skyping . . . and you know . . . doing sketches . . . anything I can do to help, okay?”

“Partner,” she smiled. “I’ve got this, okay? Just go take care of your baby . . .and make sure you tell your sexy baby daddy that I’m counting on him to take care of you,” Alicia smiled.

A large tour van beeped angrily behind them.

“Ri, we gotta book it before they ram us,” Andy sighed. “By Alicia . . . great seeing you . . . thanks for everything,” she said quickly, before grabbing the luggage and hauling it off to the sidewalk.

“Bye,” Riley murmured as she leaned in for another quick hug before she climbed out of the vehicle.

As they wandered through JFK, Andy was chattering Riley’s ear off about how she hadn’t had the opportunity to truly enjoy her last private plane experience because she had convinced herself that Riley had gotten herself into some sort of serious accident. So instead of exploring the plane and dabbling in all of its amenities, she spent most of the time crying and fretting over what was going on back in New York. This time, she planned on making it a point to indulge in every single thing. Riley had been on her fair share of private planes, first during the social season then during the engagement tour, so it was nothing really new to her. So while Andy was looking forward to nifty in-flight gadgets and special perks, Riley was looking forward to a comfortable converting seat and her own lavatory to use in case the morning sickness decided to strike with a vengeance.

When they finally found the entrance to the passenger bay, Andy’s stopped her yammering and suddenly grabbed Riley’s shoulder pulling her back. “What?” Riley asked, looking at her in confusion.

“Are you sure you want to do this, Ri?” Andy asked, turning to face her.

“What do you mean?” Riley asked in disbelief. “Didn’t we just get in a huge blowout about all of this? You spent half the day trying to snap me out of my funk about Liam and how we should try to make it work . . . and then . . . now that I’m actually heading back to Cordonia, you’re the one having second thoughts,” she furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. “I mean, I have an excuse for being all over the place . . . I’m pregnant,” she chuckled. “What’s your excuse?”

Andy laughed a bit. “I know . . . I didn’t really have a chance to finish what I wanted to say earlier because Alicia came in . . . but I just want to make sure you’re happy. I know we’re all kind of forcing our opinions down your throat . . . me especially, but I just hope you realize that I only wanted you to see the bigger picture. So yes, of course. I’m definitely on Team Cordonia . . . but I also want to make sure you’re going back to Cordonia because you want to and not because you feel obligated to do it.”

Riley looked at Andy thoughtfully, before chuckling. “Well, it’s a little late to turn back now,” she laughed as she looked out thoughtfully at the private plane waiting just for them. “At first . . . I think I felt like I didn’t really have a choice . . . what with the hyperemesis . . . I mean, I couldn’t rely on Alicia to run the business and help me if things got really bad,” she said honestly. “I couldn’t expect you to drop everything in Cordonia to move back home to help me either. So yeah . . . I guess I felt obligated,” she shrugged.

“And now?”

“And now . . . I’m doing it because it’s the right thing to do . . . I mean, Liam’s my baby’s father and he deserves to experience everything that I get to experience, you know? He can’t do that if we’re living on two separate continents,” she sucked in a deep breath before continuing. “I didn’t tell you this, but I spoke with him earlier today. . . after you and I got into it,” she explained. “I think we’re communicating a lot better, and I think things are going to be okay between us . . . I mean . . . eventually . . . there’s still so much to figure out, but I feel a lot better about things,” she said honestly.

“WHAT?” Andy squealed. “This is everything I could have ever hoped for,” she said in excitement.

“Whoa,” Riley said, “Relax . . . it’s not like we’re back together or anything . . . we just agreed that we’re going to try and figure things out . . . together,” she explained.“

“I’m so proud of you,” Andy said honestly. “I know I was hard on you earlier today . . . and really judgy, but I’m so happy that you talked to him. You know . . . maybe you shouldn’t rule out marriage out after all,” she smirked.

“Andy,” she said warily. “Let’s not have a reboot of our earlier fight . . . not when we have to spend eight hours together,” she chuckled. “I can’t exactly hop out of an airplane to blow off some steam,” she joked.

“I’m just saying,” she smirked.

“I just keep thinking about the lima bean,” she sighed. “Maybe you guys are right . . . maybe the simplest solution is to just go ahead and get married, but then I can’t help but think about how we never really had a normal relationship. How can I just fling myself into such a serious committement when we never really had the whole dating experience, you know? We’ve always had to hide or sneak around . . . and we could never could . . . just . . . be . . .” she threw her hands up the air in frustrations. “But then again . . . if we don’t’ get married, it’d be the same thing like before. We’d be hiding all over again,” she sighed. “I can’t win,” she frowned.

“I thought you said you figured some things out,” Andy asked in puzzlement. “You sound even more confused than before.”

“Yeah, thanks for stating the obvious,” Riley sighed in exasperation. She paused for a moment, contemplating everything she just said. “I know that I love him,” she forced a half a smile. “I know that he loves me, too . . . and maybe we’ll figure out the rest when I get there,” she said thoughtfully.

“Well then, we better get you to Cordonia,” she smiled brightly as she pulled Riley out to the airstrip.

Nearly nine hours later, their plane and made a safe, albeit bumpy landing in Cordonia. Riley had never been happier to hear that they were coming in for a landing. The flight was not what she had expected it to be at all. For one, the turbulence was absolutely horrendous for her nausea. She spent most of the flight locked in the lavatory dry heaving into the toilet. She had never been so happy to see land as she stepped off of the plane.

“Wasn’t the flight amazing?” Andy gushed as they pulled their luggage through the Cordonian airport.

“It was nice to not have to share a lavatory,” Riley said simply. Her stomach still felt a little sour, but the anti-nausea pill finally seemed to be kicking in.

“They had four different types of wine on board . . . don’t worry, I drank a couple of glasses on your behalf,” she chuckled.

“How thoughtful,” Riley mused. “I’m sure I enjoyed it,” she sighed in exasperation.

“You don’t look like you got much sleep,” Andy commented.

“That’s because I didn’t,” she said in frustration. “The turbulence brought on my morning sickness, which made me feel like crap for most of the flight,” she said sadly. “I can’t wait to get back to the estate. PJs, my plush couch, and Monk are on the agenda for tonight,” she said seriously.

As they reached the front of the terminals, Andy looked around calmly. “Okay, so Maxwell said the driver is in a dark gray SUV,” her eyes still wandered over all of the vehicles.

“He’s not coming?” Riley asked in surprise.

Andy frowned. “Unfortunately he said he was meeting with the architect for the house,” she sighed. “I’m going to text him to see what’s going on,” she said thoughtfully. A few moments later, her phone dinged and she had a confused look on her face. “Hmm,” she pondered.

“What?” Riley asked.

“Maxwell said the driver should have been here already. Maybe we’re at the wrong terminal,” she started to look around. “You stay here, okay? I’m going to look a bit further down. Maybe there was some sort of mix-up,” she reasoned.

Riley nodded. She wouldn’t have to say that twice. She’d happily wait on this bench for the rest of the day if it gave her an opportunity to just rest. She was exhausted and she couldn’t wait to fall asleep in her incredibly comfortable bed at the manor. It put her New York mattress to shame. As she started to zone out while waiting for Andy to come back, she was pulled from her daze by someone calling her name. Looking around, her eyes landed directly on Liam’s.

“Liam,” she said in surprise, as he went to take her carryon bag from the side of her. “What are you doing here?” She asked. She thought they had made arrangements to meet at the estate after she had gotten settled in . . . maybe she had misunderstood him.

“I wanted to make sure you got in safely,” he explained, he started to pull the bigger suitcases away from her. “After our talk yesterday, I wanted to make sure you were alright,” he said quietly. “You seemed quite upset . . . and . . . well . . . it just didn’t sit right with me. I was hoping that I could take you back to the estate myself . . . I know Maxwell arranged a driver, but I was hoping that maybe we could talk on the way over . . . what do you say?” he asked hopefully.

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