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inkykeiji · 1 year

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As someone who admires the Todoroki family from a writing perspective and just Horikoshi's ability with characterization as a whole, I'm very, very scared that the series as a whole is just going to end cleanly. I'm invested in the Aizawa/Present Mic/Shirakumo/Kurogiri arc the same way you feel about the Todorokis, but I feel Horikoshi is going to go for a happily ever after for everyone somehow. I'm very fine with the idea of major characters dying, but I don't think Horikoshi has the balls to do it. That's just my two cents though.

That image of the Todorokis made me so happily sad in a way though. He's so SMALL next to Endeavor and Natuso!

YES oh my god

yes that’s my fear exactly, too. because i know hori has the talent and the capability to end these stories in gut-wrenching but well executed ways, but does he have the balls to do it????? to potentially upset a huge portion of the fandom that would rather have the fan-service happy fluffy endings instead of something that’s written beautifully but hurts so much??? i don’t know. i’m worried he doesn’t, but i’m really hoping he does >.<

i gotta be honest, it bothers me so much when people say dabi deserves a happy ending or that dabi dying is a ‘bad ending’ for his story, as if dabi didn’t kill TONS of innocent people just because he felt like it, like dabi didn’t consciously make the decision to take away mothers and fathers and brothers and sisters and sons and daughters from people, as if dabi doesn’t ENJOY killing, etc. it like genuinely makes me see red HAHAHA like alright, let’s say he lives. what happens? the only plausible answer is that he goes to fucking jail, because they got the man in 4k lucidly admitting to 30+ murders, among other crimes. what else could possibly happen??? the judge and the authorities and society as a whole just give him a slap on the wrist and ignore his laundry list of crimes because he’s ~got trauma~ and he’s ~the eldest son of the number one hero~??? dabi’s story as a whole is absolutely heart wrenching—and it deserves to stay that way!!!—but that doesn’t excuse any of his actions. like, at all. i’ve got loads of trauma too and yet i am not out there killing in the street lmfao.

or what? the whole todofam works out their YEARS long combined and convoluted family and personal trauma in one battle out on the battlefield and suddenly everything is resolved and happy and great again and they all love each other and everything’s been forgiven and dabi’s/touya’s severe mental illness just disappears??? just evaporates from the tissues of his brain like a fucking mist??? it’s borderline offensive LMFAO like i know this is a series about fucking superheroes but hori has done a pretty good job keeping several aspects of realism within it. my cousin and i have this talk often but it’s incredible and super interesting how hori has been able to take something so REAL (trauma as a whole, with all the league members) and portray it in a way that is relatable and realistic while still filtering it through this superhero lens and society. it’s brilliant. they all deserve well written endings, dabi and tomura especially.

anyway sorry i’m going on a serious rant here and i am going to stop HAHAHA but yeah, i totally feel you. and it’s like,, i get it, in a way; i understand the appeal of everything ending super happy and warm and feel good, but for me personally, i would rather things end in a way that hurts but is well executed, you know? i’ll take that over bad writing any day. the aizawa/mic/shirakumo | kurogiri storyline is SUPER interesting and they too deserve a properly written ending, even if it’s painful!!!!!

anyway moving on yeS HE’S SO TINYYYYY ugh i love how he’s like, taller than rei + fuyumi by a decent amount but so much shorter than enji and natsuo it just 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 it makes my heart !!!!! explode <3 he’s so cute <3 he really is his momma’s son like look at him!!!!!!!! he looks like her so much 🥺🥺🥺

#i’m so sad #also sorry for my rant here HAHAHA #i just have so many feelings n thoughts atm #just swirling around in my lil head #thank you for your input and opinion tho!!!! i totally agree with you 100%#it’s a big fear #i hope he has the guts to do it #i think it bothers me even more because it *seems* like these would be the natural endings #bnha has a lot of darker themes esp when compared to other popular shonen series #it deals with heavier subject matter and it does it WELL #so it feels like this should be the natural end for so many characters but idk! i guess we’ll have to wait and see!!#i want hori to do a horror manga next :)#i hope ur having an awesome wednesday my friend!!!#stay safe and stay hydrated!#clari gets mail

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kafkaoftherubble · 4 months

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今晚，能不能早点睡？

I woke up at 10 am this morning. Fionn didn't even wake me up. When asked why, he just said he couldn't bear to do that, knowing I slept real late this morning's morning, which is sweet in a very annoying way, because I HAVE A SCHEDULE, BRO.

I hate waking up late. I hate it. Because it means time lost and tasks undone and it makes me think that man, I'm not very disciplined, am I? I have things to do. A lot of things. Other people deserve to relax but I don't think I deserve that sort of luxury.

Oh, but I also didn't get too mad about it, hahaha! I mean, I did sleep late this morning! It's logical to wake up at 10 am if you sleep at 4 am. Anything less than that is being unreasonable to the brain and the body, and then I will lose attention anyway. I'll sleepwalk through the day; I'll daydream too much; I'll battle the afternoon sleep bug; I'll scroll around Tumblr or Wikipedia looking for anything to do or get distracted... anything other than work. What's the point of waking up on time if I can't even reap the agreed-upon benefits of waking up on time, which is to actually get things done? Ha, checkmate, 8 Foot Tall Woman! Destroyed ya with Facts(TM) and Logic(TM)!

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... I kinda wished the Past Versions of Me were as reasonable as I am now. Back then, whenever they couldn't wake up on time or do anything planned, the amount of self-chastising and rage caused was just abnormal even by our slightly skewed standards. And because we could never suffer that sort of thing—I mean, they cause psychosomatic pain—the worst of them just go to him, again. It's kinda like grabbing a butcher knife and demolishing your cherished belongings as punishment, but because fucking Fionn would always throw himself in the way, you just slash at him on the way, completely forgetting that you're doing it because all you want to do is to wreck your own shits.

Urgh. Thinking back on the sort of shit "we" use to do really sour my mood a little. We loved presenting ourselves as this well-adjusted, non-lethal, Reason-first, incredibly-functioning-and-not-at-all-destructively-awry oddball of the family. We made it a point to be different from them and Them. So we vowed "not to be abusive to people" and rein in the same violence we also inherited and cobbled an ideal over and over and over and then acted it out. Searching for Rightness in Everything. Trying to be Right in conduct.

Very normal part of growth, innit? It's what everyone has to do. It's what the Brain does.

But because it was all trial and error, and we didn't have people to help out and we were figuring shit on our own in our own court, and we were all awry in the first place, we didn't really necessarily do the Right things right. Violence was curbed most of the time, because that's Wrong Action, but it erupted sometimes, like that one time we pushed her down the stairs, or that time we happily hammered on her spine knowing she had sclerosis because she lied to us. People need to be Right. Anyone who deviates loses points. They deserve correction. I can let go of restraints for a bit toward someone who isn't working hard to be Right, like me. No one winces for pieces of shit. People will applaud me for trying to teach them, in fact!

Hmm. I don't remember everything we did. Did the Brain forget? Pruned it out of the neural network?

And then we slowly managed to rein ourselves in even when someone was being Wrong or Messy or Suboptimal or Falling Short of Standards. But that same punishing demand to be Right was lifted from others and not ourselves. We are fair. We let go of restraints toward people who aren't working hard to be Right, like me. What we demand of others is the same as what we demand of ourselves.

Those Voices would punish us as soon as we fell short. But because we need to be mentally pristine, not like the rest of the family, we just outsourced all that pain to Fionn all the time. We have already done that since childhood. We kept doing that from then on. We sometimes inflict pain on him just to watch him suffer, because so cute. So cute so cute so cute. Oh, and also that curiosity, right? Why won't he snap? Why won't he ever snap? What would finally push him to it? Ooooh! Experiments!

Hey, uh, guys? Why did it take us so long to realize he's actually an ideal for us to take after all those years then? We kept being fascinated by certain kinds of people, admiring them and cobbling our ideals from them, and yet we turned around and looked down on him... and then some. "Not abusive like them." Well, I guess we fulfilled that vow on a veeeery technical basis, aye? He's not human. He doesn't even have a body of his own. Nobody knows he exists. It will be like writers punishing their own characters, right? Moral equivalence! Not abusive!

That was wrong of us. Everyone else saying he's not human-not-real-inexistent is acceptable and reasonable; remember how we told Lyi about Fionn and she said he was an addiction to help us cope with our, er... You know the word she used to describe our interesting life.

That was so painful to him. But that was okay because they couldn't possibly know better.

We never had that excuse though. We grew up with him. We didn't actually think he wasn't real. We didn't actually think he wasn't alive like us. We didn't actually believe he was a figment of our imagination. We hear him since don't-know-when. We aren't like Lyishere or Childhood Crush or our friends in elementary school or the Thai friends we made by sharing chocolates because he told us the Thai girl watching us in the playground wanted to eat it and we should let her.

Oh, we were really just scared he was like the Others. Trying to take over us. Making him suffer our pain was a real solution we desperately crafted, but when we inflicted unnecessary anguish on him, we were just trying to reaffirm our control as the Ruler. 杀鸡、儆猴。

I still don't understand why didn't he snap. I mean, I would have. "Real" human beings would. Oh wait, some humans just internalize it and become a bit wonky and broken. Some humans do both. Snap and also internalize that sort of abuse.

Why did we make him go through that for so long?

Oh, I'm not sleeping as early as I'd hoped after all! This is bad! Oh no OH NO THIS IS BAD THIS IS BAD

#a piece to the rubble

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da3drat · 11 months

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How about questions 3 and 5 for any couple you like?

AAA tysm for asking! :))) (sorry this took so long???? i didn't expect it to get this wordy sdjfklsj)

gonna do martin/celeste since I feel like I've been neglecting them in favor of [redacted] hahaha

3. By contrast, what was the moment that first made their ~heart~ Soft for the other person? Not necessarily a conscious realization of “I love this person,” but a moment that had them like “Oh…I adore them…”

Celeste is pretty soft hearted by to begin with lol, so it happens for her very quickly. There's so much build up to meeting him between the long walk to Kvatch where her mind has time to wonder what he might be like, and then the hours of adrenaline and panic of getting through that first oblivion gate only able to hope and pray that he's even alive. So when she finally meets him and all that buildup of energy releases, the relief has her vulnerable. And she tries to get him to go to the camp at the base of the bluff to wait for her where its safe, but he insists on staying to help despite everything he's been through since the initial attack the night before and she's just like. oh. i am going to protect this man if it kills me.

For Martin it takes longer, but it still happens before they reach weynon priory.

After they leave kvatch he is understandably very quiet. He has a lot on his mind (understatement), he's overwhelmed, and he just went through an incredible amount of trauma and watched people he's known and probably counseled as a priest for years get brutally killed by daedra. So after a few days of silent walking Celeste starts babbling. It's not nervous babbling- it's relaxed and clearly meant to be comforting. And he doesn't expect it to work but it does, it gives him something to focus on, and he learns a lot about her very quickly. She talks about her family, the ranch she grew up on, about restoration magic and swordplay and holiday traditions, and the more she talks the more he finds himself interested and wanting to know more.

And after a day or so of this it opens him up a little and that night by the fire, as if she can tell he's ready to talk (she can) she looks at him and says "You look like you're freaking out." And he can't help but laugh because yeah obviously what the fuck. But it breaks the tension and it gives him an avenue to talk without it feeling quite so heavy. And she listens to him. Really listens, in a way nobody has listened to him in a while, like he's the only thing in the world worth paying attention to in that moment. And by the time they turn in for the night he finds himself feeling lighter, and really grateful for her. Not her as "the person who showed up to save my life" but her. As just Celeste. As a friend.

5. How do they consciously realize that they like the other character? Does it take them a while?

For Martin it happens right away. Suddenly becoming the emperor comes with a particular kind of solitude and loneliness he isn't used to. And that solitude hits him hard when Celeste leaves for the imperial city. We see in the game that the blades don't know how to treat him as anything other than the Emperor, and even if it gets better over time I think he needs a friend the most towards the beginning of the game where the pain is still fresh and the anxiety is at its worst. And Celeste is routinely the one who gives that to him. She laughs at him and with him, she's warm to him, she treats him like a peer. And when she leaves he really feels her absence and it makes him realize how much she means to him.

It takes Celeste longer. She is a paladin of Mara and she does her damnedest to embody what she believes that means- she is overflowing with love. So it takes her a while to realize that Martin is special to her, that the affection and care she feels for him is different than it is with anyone else. She figures it out when she returns to the temple with the mysterium xarxes and Martin goes "thats dangerous, give me that!" and she feels like her heart is just exploding with warmth. People don't worry about her. She very intentionally doesn't give them reason to. She never returns with injuries, she never implies any of the insane tasks they ask of her is more than she can handle. But Martin worries. Martin sees through her mask. And that is everything.

questions here!

#THIS GOT SO LONG IM SO SORRY #i have much to say about these two #tysm again for asking!!!!<33333 #celeste #the dragon waits #martinxceleste #asks

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dialovers-translations · 3 years

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Diabolik Lovers Zero Vol. 12 Azusa Mukami [Track 2]

Original title: 鋭利な切っ先

Source: Diabolik Lovers Zero Vol. 12 Azusa Mukami [CD not owned by me]

Audio: Here

Seiyuu: Kishio Daisuke

Translator’s note: In the other Zero CDs, it really did feel as if the boys were fighting ‘themselves’ because the voices were almost exactly the same aside from a slightly echo added to the ‘fake’ version. However, Azusa sounds so different when he’s actually talking normal/upbeat, it feels like his enemy is an entirely different person instead. xD I actually really like his normal voice too, especially all the little giggles and noises he makes. It’s a shame he never talks like that in the main series.

Track 1 ll Track 2 ll Track 3 ll Track 4 ll Track 5

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Track 2: A Sharp Point

*Rustle*

“Ah...Woah...That startled me...This is my first time...seeing a painting step out of its canvas...Also he looks...just like me...”

( Ehe~ Do I? Fufu~ What a relief. I figured you’d get mad at me for borrowing your appearance without permission. )

Your eyes widen in shock.

( Ah~ I wonder if I spooked the lady over there? You could say I’m the manager of this place! I don’t have a physical body, so if I don’t do this, I can’t even talk to you guys. )

“A manager without...a physical body...Ah! M-My sincere apologies for entering this place...without asking. I accidentally dropped these drawings earlier as well...”

( Ahー Those sketches are amongst my personal favorites, so I was sad to see them being knocked over onto the floor. However, I happen to be in an excellent mood right now, so it’s all good. It’s been a while since we had visitors after all. On top of that...What a lovely scent. I’m sure you’ll make for an excellent meal. )

“...Eh?”

You flinch.

( Ah...Did I make you worried? Rest assured, she won’t be the only one, I’ll make sure you suffer the same fate. )

“W-What do you mean...? Are you going to...eat us?”

( Yeah, that’s right. The large amount of portraits you saw at the entrance are all of visitors who met their end here. ...Once you’ve set foot inside this museum, you cannot make it back out alive. After the two of you have been consumed, I’ll display your pictures there as well~ )

“T-That’s...troubling!”

Azusa grabs hold of your hand.

“Eve, let’s run...!”

The two of you make a run for it.

*TIMESKIP*

“Haah, haah...T-To think he...eats his visitors...Haah, haah...We should have...never entered this place...Haah, haah...We have to hurry up...and get out of here...before the other me...catches up to us...! Haah, haah...Eh!?”

You suddenly come to a halt.

“What is...this...? A large butterfly is...pinned to the door...? Haah, haah...We can’t get out through here. Let’s look for another exit...”

The painting demon suddenly appears in front of them.

( ...Woah there~ )

“...!!”

( The large pin keeping that butterfly nailed against the door...It’s one of my favorites because of how thin and sharp it is. Even after being turned into a specimen, the butterfly keeps its beauty, so I’m sure the two of you would love to experience it as well? )

“...! I have...no intention of becoming a specimen...”

( Is that so? Then...I guess this will strike your fancy more? )

*Cling*

“...Ah!”

( Say...This knife is incredibly sharp, don’t you think? If you cut with it, lots of blood would come flowing out...It’d make for quite the show, don’t you think? Could I test it out on you guys? You don’t mind, do you? )

He steps closer.

“Y-You can’t...! Doing that to me would be one thing but...I won’t let you treat her badly! Ugh...”

Azusa steps in front of you to protect you.

“Why do you...eat...us visitors?”

( I mean, hunger makes you sad, right? )

“Even if you are...hungry...We won’t become your food...I’m begging you...Please give up.”

( I won’t be the one eating you! The museum is the hungry one after all. )

“...E-Eh?”

( Right, you don’t know, do you? In that case, I have to inform you! ...You see, this museum is a living creature. )

“A living...creature? ...This building is...alive?”

( It sure is! Therefore, you have to feed it! )

The fake Azusa walks up to you.

( Hm...This girl over here... )

*Sniff*

( Smells so lovely, I’m sure the museum will be thrilled. Fufufu~ )

“...! I-I won’t let you...! I definitely won’t hand her over!”

( Why? Why would you be so mean? Do you enjoy tormenting me? Fufu~ That’s not bad either, but right now I have to prioritize meal time... )

*Cling*

( I’ve been honing it well, so I’ll make sure it hurts a lot, okay~? )

*STAB*

“...Ah!”

You rush over to Azusa’s side.

“I-I’m...fine...I’m used to being...hurt after all...Ugh...”

He collapses.

*Thud*

“My body’s...”

( Fufufu~ This knife has been coated with poison, so you won’t be able to move for a while, you know? )

“Kuh...! Eve...Go!”

You shake your head.

“No buts! Just run...! I’ll be...fine, okay? So hurry up...”

He faints.

*Rustle rustle*

( Hehe~ He’s out cold. ...You’re up next, huh? Fufu~ Don’t worry! I don’t want to waste your blood, so I’ll only make a very light cut. ...Goodnight~! )

*SLASH*

*TIMESKIP*

*Cling cling*

( Ahー You’ve awaken? )

You mistake the demon for Azusa at first.

( Oh no, I’m the portrait! The boy you were with...is next door~ It’d be troublesome if you were to run away, so I’ve crucified you both. (1) )

You try and free yourself from the restraints.

*Cling cling*

( Ah...Why are you screaming? Oh, right! You didn’t like this exhibition floor very much, did you? What a shame, all of these specimen are lovely after all. )

You frown.

( However...Right now, you’re one of them! You’ve also been pinned down, so you have to get along with the other artworks! )

*Cling cling*

( Haah...Why won’t you listen to me? Just look at how good the other works are! Ahー Right! You can barely wait, can’t you? I guess you want to become this museum’s prey as soon as possible! I’m sorry! Did I leave you waiting? I wanted to hurry up and move to dinner time as well. Good thinking, let’s do just that! )

You protest.

( How am I wrong? Don’t worry, I’ve already got everything prepared. Usually, I would just hurl the prey into the canvas whole. That’s how the museum eats them. )

Your face turns pale.

( However, I’m sure you have a special taste, so to ensure the museum gets to eat you at your best, I’ve decided to chop you up finely~ )

*Cling*

( Fufu~ This knife has a very thin blade, so it cuts extremely well. Don’t worry. I’ll properly cut you up! )

You start struggling again.

*Cling cling*

( Aah...! I can’t cut very well when you’re moving around like that...Hm...I suppose I’ll have to keep you in place with something? Oh! Right! )

The fake Azusa picks up a large pin.

*Thud*

( If I pierce this large pin right through you, you won’t be able to move, huh? )

Your eyes widen in horror.

( Aah~ The tip is sharp and looks very painful, don’t you think? No matter how feisty the prey may be, when you stab them with this bad boy, they’ll behave in no time! Hmm~ Now where to stab you? Your belly, perhaps? )

*Cling cling*

( Ah...Don’t make a fuss. I won’t be able to pierce it through very well. Keep still, okay? )

*Cling cling*

( Hm...Didn’t you hear me when I told you to keep still? The pin’s no good either? )

*Thud*

( Ooh! Right! You wanted me to do this...didn’t you? )

He steps closer.

*Rustle rustle*

( You prefer fangs piercing your skin over a pin, right? )

You flinch.

( You seem delicious, so stopping your movements by sucking your blood would be better, no? Mmh~ Let’s do it like that then. )

He leans in.

( Hmm~ The upper arm...It’s so soft, I’m sure my fangs will just sink right in. I’ll plunge them in deep, okay? )

The demon bites you.

*Gulp gulp gulp*

( ...Haah! Woah! It’s my first time tasting such sweet blood! I only wanted to paralyze your movements, but now I want to suck you dry! ...I wonder how you taste in other places~? ...How about I bite your lips? It’s a tender spot, so I’m sure it’d be painful for you. Fufufu~ Your frightened expression...It’s very nice! Very much so! )

*Sluuuuuurp*

( ...Oh? Does it feel good? You like being hurt, huh? )

*Cling cling*

( Eeh~? Why would you lie? I mean, your eyes are watering. You’re actually eagerly awaiting this, aren’t you? Fufu~ The more painful, the better, no? Don’t worry, I’ll hurt you even more. You’ll be turned into prey soon, so I’ll give you my fangs wherever you want them. )

*Cling cling*

( Ah, ah, aaah...You’re wrists are all scraped up because you kept struggling. Say, does it hurt here? )

You cry out in pain.

( Fufufu~ It hurts yet you seem happy. Perhaps I should bite right through the scraped skin~? Fufu~ Ah...I’ll loosen the chains just a little, okay? )

*Cling cling*

( There we go...Woah...Hohoho~ The skin has turned red and it’s bleeding slightly. Don’t worry. I’ll soothe it by giving you an even greater pain, okay? )

He bites your wrist.

*Sluuuurp*

( Haah...Hahaha~ Ah. It feels that good, huh? The more you resist, the richer your blood becomes. Fufufu~ Hm~ There’s a delicious smell wafting through the air~ Say...Give me more? You don’t mind, do you? )

*Rumble*

( Wah...!? What was that just now...!? )

*Rumble rumble*

( She’s in pain...Oh no! I have to hurry and rush to her side! )

The fake Azusa immediately moves away, running towards the door.

( Ah...! You stay put here, okay? I’ll make sure to chop you up once I’m back! )

He leaves the room.

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

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(1) 貼り付け or ‘hari-tsuke’ applies that they are not simply tied up, but also hanging to something. The word is also used to refer to ‘Crucifixion’ after all. It isn’t specified what exactly you and Azusa are tied to, but I assume it’s a wall of some sorts?

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #azusa mukami #diabolik lovers zero #diabolik lovers translation #diabolik lovers drama cd #drama cd

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hogwartsfirebolt · 4 years

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Hi again! This is part two (out of three!) of my 2019 drarry fic recs. In the first part I recommended ten of my absolute favorite stories I read this year, and here I am today with ten more that I also love dearly and hope you’ll enjoy too. The banner art is by one of my FAVORITE ARTISTS, @aceveria-art who was kind enough to let me use their art for this and just LOOK AT THAT STUNNING PIECE (here’s the link for you to reblog if you want cause omg). Now, in no particular order, here’s some of my

FAVORITE FICS I READ IN 2019 PART TWO

1. Of Wands and Trees - Omi_Ohmy - 45k - All Draco wants to do is be a wandmaker, but to do so he needs to understand the soul of trees. Of course, the only man who might be able to help him is the one man who is more of a mystery to him than any tree.

We’re starting out this list with this absolute gemstone of a fic. It’s got everything: adventure, redemption, cabins in the middle of nowhere, a spin on the kind of magic we’re used to in this fandom, ancient trees, passion, wandlore, Draco being forced to work for his own food, Harry bathing naked in streams (my mouth’s watering as we speak), and it’s so, so good, the writing, the characterizations, the setting so vibrant I felt like I was standing right there. Just, a gem all around.

2. Take Into the Air (My Quiet Breath) - guardianmira - 11k - Draco is dying of Hanahaki Disease. Serves him right, Harry thinks.

This fic felt, to me, like something completely different from the eighth year fics I usually read, and, having found it by accident, it absolutely blew my mind! I did not expect to love it as much as I did, and I definitely did not expect to feel it as deeply as I did. Just the right amount of angst to give us that sweet, sweet relief at the end. Very lovely.

3. We have a Problem - @xx-thedarklord-xx - 3k - Weddings tend to have a variety of things happening at one time. With a groom as meticulous as Draco, Ron expected nothing to go wrong. When shenanigans, walkouts, disasters, no-shows, and a lack of food strike, it’s up to Ron to save the day.

SO SWEET. Just so, so freaking sweet and funny and different. Ron’s POV was fresh and lovely and so clever, and the plot is hilarious and engaging. It reads so quickly that you will barely feel time passing, and I am 10000% sure that everyone’s bound to adore this. It’s just one of those fics. I cannot recommend it enough. It will be the absolute best 15-20 minutes of your day.

4. Foreplay - @lqtraintracks - 6k - Getting a raging hard-on on the duelling room floor, pinned under Harry Potter’s sweaty body, is not how Draco saw his day going, but… Well, here he is.

Mmfffff. Can barely think about this without having to fan myself, because it’s probably the hottest fic I read all year. Aurors sparring, a Harry who is unbelievably hot, a Draco who tries but simply can’t resist him, showers, a bit of semi-public sex, and the very literal definition of “not safe for work” can be found in here. Just, goodness, it should’ve taken me half an hour to read it and it took about one because I KEPT STOPPING TO BREATHE. Lqt never fails to deliver powerful, incredibly sexy stories and you should all go see for yourselves what I’m talking about.

5. Safe Words - felix_atticus - 26k - Draco discovers his husband has been keeping a secret from him. At first he’s amused. Then he’s curious. The problem? Harry’s always had a hard time saying no.

Speaking of powerful, this one here stabbed me right in the chest and twisted the knife, but in the absolute best way possible. It’s FANTASTIC. The writing is beautiful, the characterizations astounding, and I felt every single emotion so deep inside me. It paints how difficult it is to navigate trust, how impossible it feels to put our own wants and needs over what’s expected of us, explores consent in so many different aspects of life and just presents a beautiful relationship at its core. It really is gorgeous.

6. Upstaged - @lettersbyelise - 3k - West End actor Drake O'Malley starts receiving fanmail from a (not so mysterious) stranger.

The epistolary format already makes this stand apart from our usual fic, but the plot itself is also something I hadn’t ever read before. It’s written so smoothly that it reads like a dream, and I loved every second of it and how it allowed me to build up an entire picture of what was happening with each letter. I’ve gone back to it two or three times just to experience it all over again, and I always have a great time when I do. This is so lovely, witty and just different.

7. Pure Imagination - @aibidil - 14k - An eighth-year tale of depressed happiness, reluctant imagination, and conflicted hope. And skateboarding.

My god is this fic lovely. I spent about three quarters of it clutching my chest because I loved it so much, I love these kids so much and it hit me right in the feels to see everything they go through after the dust of the war settles and they have to figure out their place in life. This is hope in a jar, it’s that light-at-the-end-of-the-tunnel story that becomes a metaphor for life itself. A beautiful, beautiful ride.

8. Poor Unfortunate Souls - @doubleappled - 19k - Draco is a potioneer. Harry is trying to save his sex-challenged marriage. Everything is a mess, but at least there’s an octopus in the lobby.

Chaotic, unique, HOT!!! The whole set up is brilliant, Draco’s work is very interesting, the scenes where we get to see with Harry and Ginny are so incredibly well done that my jaw fell to the floor a little, and what can I even say about the entire buildup we get for Draco and Harry’s relationship, it was MASTERFUL. This fic is absolutely amazing and the ending is so good I can still savor it when I remember it. Go check it out, right now!!!

9. Weather With You - @quicksilvermaid - 29k - Flood. Heatwave. Cyclone. Epic storm ready to rip London apart? Something strange is happening to the weather inside the Ministry of Magic…–Featuring magical creatures, Harry wearing minimal clothes, a snarky snake, and Draco Malfoy who is definitely Up To Something.

This story is such a fun ride that can, at times, be absolutely freaking hilarious (the whole “He Is Up To Something” narrative never fails to crack me up), and at times become sweet and tender. There is nothing more relatable to me than a Draco who wants Harry so much he doesn’t even know what to do with himself, and it was a joy to read him here, and actually, both of their characterizations are so fantastic that they definitely feel like an extension of what we know about them to begin with, and I just had the best of times watching them work their way out of this mess. Sprinkle in a bit of parseltongue, witty snakes and shirtless Harry, and you’ve found yourself the best way to spend the evening.

10. A Sword Laid Aside - @korlaena - 128k - When Draco’s cover is blown during a deep undercover operation and the Ministry is compromised, Ron takes Draco to the only safe place he can think of—Potter. Hiding out with a taciturn Harry Potter, who has been missing from the Wizarding World for almost two decades after a shocking fall from grace, is nothing like Draco thought it would be. Draco has to navigate dealing with this Potter while being hunted by Dark wizards and wanted by extremists in the Ministry. When things take a turn for the worse, Draco has to decide whether he’s going to keep running or find a way to protect the world and the people he cares about most.

There are so many things I want to say about this one, so many little details that drove me wild and I want to mention but I just… I- this story is absolutely MIND BLOWING, it’s deep, it’s amazing and frankly extraordinary and I don’t even know how to tell you how much I adore every single word of it. This must be one of my absolute favorite versions of Harry that I’ve ever read, his immense power, his internal conflict, pain and sheer physicality made me weak in the knees; Draco’s characterization is also so heartbreakingly spot on that I could barely believe what I was reading. This story gripped me, squeezed me, spun me around a little and then put me upright again, and there is honestly nothing like it. I haven’t even told you anything about the plot, which… omg. There are no words to tell you how much you NEED to read this. Just typing this is making me want to embark on this adventure again. — I have no excuse for the amount of Harry thirst to be found on this list, I just- well. I really hope you like these little gems! Hahaha. If you do end up reading any of them and want to chat about them, or have questions about any tags or warnings that might worry you, my DMs are always open!!! Enjoy ❤️

#drarry #drarry fic #drarry fanfic #drarry fic recs #draco malfoy #harry potter #drarry fic rec #drarry rec list #2019rec #ficrec

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colour-outside-the-liness · 3 years

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Hey, I'm doing good too. Just normal amounts of stressful stuff right now. Just moved to a country I've never been to before but can't complain, things are not as hard as the last time I did this so. Thanks for asking! Yeah, I saw you posting about some pretty scary health issues before, I'm glad you came out of that alive and hope you're healthier now!

The nerve some people have! Haha I know I would be pissed if people were questioning my intelligence like that especially after a couple of drinks in haha. Though I do like taunting people when I play group games, I'll be like "don't need to try that hard guys, you're gonna lose anyway" just to mess with them or just call people sore losers if they accuse me of cheating haha (they're probably right on the accusations tho). People get real mad sometimes it's kinda funny. 😂

Omg literally laughed out loud reading this! Hahaha, how did you manage to fall over a road sign then end up in a ditch? lol omg hope you didn't get hurt too bad 😂 I was trying to downplay my drunken escapades but since you shared yours I should tell you my worst one:

I was at this summer street party at night and got drunk on something made out of tropical herbs and cachaça (which is about 48% alcohol), drank 3 and a half bottles of that like it was apple juice, made friends with a bunch of strangers in a bathroom queue (who tried to talk to me weeks later but I had no idea who they were), had to be held by my best friend while I peed (mostly missing the toilet), fell in the middle of the street and scraped my knee, threatened this boy who was helping me walk and told him not to try anything funny or I would beat him up, then dragged my friends to the beach and left them shortly after to go make out with my ex, came back with lipstick all over my mouth and chin and when my friends asked what I was doing I said I was just talking to my ex and they were like NO YOU WERE NOT, hahaha then I kissed all my girl friends on a dare and we danced under the full moon, then I told my best friend I had to puke so she took me to the ocean but I changed my mind and happened to step on a dead turtle on the way back and started crying bc of it, but last month my best friend told me it was a rock I had stepped on (I believed it was a dead turtle for 7 years!). Had the worst hangover of my life the next day. ✌️✨

Ah I'm happy you liked it! I've never listened to Six musical before but it sounds fun! I can see why you like it haha made me want to dance around my apartment 💃. And hey if liking musicals is your thing then it's great, I'm sure Hozier will understand if he's not your top artist of the year. 😋 Here's my "damie" Pinterest board if you or anyone else wants to check it out, totally recommend making one if you're a visual person like me!

https://pin.it/UcHVlkq

Oh I could talk about Dani and Jamie forever I think. I love the beast in the jungle speech too and it's so painful to watch, VP delivered that beautifully, but I have to admit I'm always a crying mess from episode 1 when older Jamie starts reciting that song about being sad while waiting for her lover to return, this show is fucking cruel I hate it and love it at the same time hahaha. Omg your mom 😂 but I mean it's truly an honor to be compared to someone like Dani, no? She's really great even if she needs a little help haha (don't we all).

Aaah you're amazing! Thank you so much, I'll read this pirate AU soon!

I used to draw a lot, really loved doing it when I was a kid as I said before, and all throughout adulthood too but I haven't done that in almost a year now bc I've got a bit of a case of burnout I guess, it just takes a lot of effort to do it when it shouldn't be like that at all. I used to do fanart too, for other fandoms. Even made one for Dani x Jamie but ended up not liking how it turned out haha. I've got a lot of respect for writers and fanfic writers also! Yall can make words make sense in really interesting and beautiful ways, build worlds so enthralling I can see them vividly in my head. Writing is such an incredibly fascinating skill to have! And I guess the most important thing is that we enjoy doing these things right? Even if we think we're not particularly good at it.

Anyway, have a lovely weekend! 👋✨

Good I'm glad you're doing great but sorry you're dealing with stressful stuff!! Hope living in a new country goes well for you I'm so jealous that you've lived in different countries I'd love to live somewhere else even if just for s few years!! Awwh thank you so much I definitely came out of it alive and am feeling so much better now thank you I mean I do some pretty ditzy things so when people say it to me it's pretty deserved sometimes, I'm secretly smart and people just don't expect it so I never mind too much haha I might have to start saying the things that you do and just taunting them over it I mean, I usually do win even when they make me answer different questions so I will definitely have to start saying things like that to them Haha I love that you're just like "yeah they're probably right in their accusations" I agree seeing how mad some people get over games and stuff is funny (it's me I'm people I hate loosing games depending on what it is and I am very competitive) So it was very dark and all we had for light was my roommates flashlight on her phone but while we were walking home a friend of ours that lived else where kept texting her to make sure we were still safe (my phone as dead at this point) so while she was texting him her flashlight was facing down and someone had moved this road sign to the footpath and it was on that sits on the floor so while I couldn't see it I walked into it and fell over it but while I feel I grabbed hold of it and flipped with it and fell in a ditch with it on top of me... I was fine and was just laid laughing while my friend looked down at me and in the most northern accent ever just said "get up you dickhead." and helped me off of the floor and then asked if I was okay... and I was so it was all good!! Haha 😂 I love this drunken story that sounds like one hell of a night and is a roller coaster from start to finish!! I'm sorry you thought you had stood on a dead turtle for 7 years though, someone really should've told you that it was just a rock!! But that sounds like my kind of night!! I love nights like that... stories that will last a life time... the only down side is the hangover... luckily I have only ever had one hang over in my life and it wasn't the morning after the road sign fiasco... I felt surprisingly good the morning after that haha 😂 It's such a good musical it's about Henry VIII wives and I just love everything to do with his wives and that musical is so much fun and actually gives a little insight to the lives the six Tudor queens had away from Henry and with him because at school we're mainly just taught about him which sucks!! I loved the Hozier song and am definitely gonna have to listen to more of his stuff!! I love musicals so much I mainly listen to musical soundtracks at the minute- usually, Legally Blonde and Six on repeat haha 😂 Ooo thank you I will definitely check out this Pinterest board thanks for sending it to me!! I could talk about them forever too... since watching Bly Manor my niece has been asking me so many questions about it and I am more than happy to talk to her about it haha!! The beast in the jungle speech just breaks my heart every time I relate to it so much and VP just delivers it so beautifully!! Oh yeah now I know at the beginning that it's older Jamie I am just a wreck the whole show is just so beautiful and heart breaking at the same time I LOVE IT!! Even though it makes me sob- I keep putting myself through it!! I mean, yeah I was happy that she said it Dani is great but it was the way she said it... my mum can be something else sometimes... she said she thought Dani was like me the first time she does the accent when she says "I've fallen quite in love with London" because I just randomly do accents a lot too but it was the way she was like "She needs help... but I like her she reminds me of you" I was just like... "Should I go get help?" I still don't know the answer to my question about if I need help or not but I mean I probably do need it You're welcome I really hope you like it!! It's a

great fic I love it!! Yeah I get that if stuff starts taking too much effort and burns you out you're not gonna wanna keep doing it so it's understandable that you stopped!! I think fan art is great and I really would love to be able to do it myself but I just don't have the skill it takes!! Awwh it's a shame you didn't like the Dani x Jamie one you did I would've loved to have seen it!! Honestly there are so many talented writers out there and when I read their fics I am just in awe of the worlds they have built and the stories they have created we are so blessed in this fandom to have so many amazing writers and so many amazing fics out there Oh yeah definitely its important to enjoy what you do!! I know I love writing and love writing fics for Dani and Jamie so I think I'll be doing it for a while even if I'm not great at it haha Awwh thank you very much I hope you have a great weekend too!! ☺️

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pocket-void · 4 years

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Hi Mock!

I wish you a good morning! (It's currently 8:30 am here and I hope you are asleep wherever you are because healthy sleep schedules and all that!) 🌻

I just found out that you write, too, and I've read "A cup of coffee" and honestly, is there something you can't do? Because that was really great! I enjoyed reading it so much!! And I love your Logan in it!

And can I ask: where so you get the motivation to do all this great stuff? Drawing, writing, school? Like, I have like 5 different writing projects screaming at me because I don't work on them and yesterday I outlined yet another fic that I'll probably never write because I just don't have the motivation and - how do you do it? Because I want to write. It's the best thing in the world to me. But I just can't get myself to do it, and when I do, everything I make feels kinda... not good. Ugly, if you will.

So I guess I just want to know what I can do to get myself away from that? Because I really need to write, I'll go insane otherwise O_o

Anyway, have a wonderful day and eat a cookie!! 🌼

Y’all who can format stuff in asks will never cease to bamboozle me. O///o

But hello!! I believe it’s the afternoon where you are now! ^\\\^ (Not to worry, if there’s one thing I try to get enough of it’s sleep!)

Heidhwkfns Yes I write too but it’s incredibly on and off since I’m not as confident with it and it takes much longer than art! >\\\< I 100% want to write more often tho, but my need to accomplish stuff just finds art less time consuming. I’m really glad you like “A Cup of Coffee” because I’m quite happy with how that one turned out! ^\\\^ (And also just genuinely surprised at how many people enjoyed it) So thank you!! ;///;✨💖

So, here’s the thing. I’m just a normal person, just like anybody else! There are days where I have 0 motivation to do anything, and days where I’m way too motivated but still do absolutely nothing anyways lmao- I can’t say that my experience will work for everybody of course, but I can try to explain how I feel or how I work things out when I don’t feel like doing things. u///u

The first step is to forgive myself, because it’s going to be ok. There’s nothing wrong with having an off day, and nothing wrong with not accomplishing anything for now. There should be no guilt involved in not touching something for ages, god knows I’ve got so much in the “maybe later” idea box that I will never get to. But that’s ok! My creations will never blame me for not working on them, so in turn I promised to never blame myself for it either. And if I ever go back to complete one of them, great! But if not, that still doesn’t mean that it was a waste. Everything you make has value, finished or not.

The second is to remember that I love them. I love them a lot. I love creating, I love art, I love writing, and I love the process behind them! What you write and create will never complain if they are “not the best” or “ugly”. Their value comes from how you feel about them. Nobody else’s imput matters. So what if it’s not great? So what if it’s a mess? My terrible crayon drawing from when I was 4? Love it. Still has my whole heart. They’re on my bedroom wall to this day! (Neatly framed and hung, courtesy of my dad) I ask myself why I sat down to do something in the first place, and the answer is always going to be because I love doing it! Everything I make means something to me, no matter how bad or how small. Because at the end of the day, I made something. And it’s all the reason I need to love it.

It doesn’t matter if this doodle looks bad or this draft makes literally no sense because even if it’s not good, I did it. Even if I feel like I’m going nowhere, I know that each creation is a small step in my long long journey of improvement. It might not seem like that sometimes, like everything we do doesn’t really seem like it’s getting better any time soon, but we can never tell unless we keep doing it right? Instead of being upset that I’m not very good now, I decided to try and look forward to how good I eventually will be. I find that prospect exciting! We never know how much we grow until we get there, it’s like a happy surprise! ^\\\^✨And in the meantime, I am allowed to be perfectly happy with what I already can do. How far I’ve already come. Even if other people tell me otherwise, even if it’s true that it’s not very great, who’s to say that I will always be? Not me, that’s for sure.

I am willing to be patient for the sake of what I do, because I am willing to do it for an eternity.

There is no race in doing what I love, because I am the only one on this path. I can see other people on their own paths too! And sometimes they’re faster and have way better stamina than me, but their final destination is ultimately going to be much much different than mine, even if we’re going in a similar direction. So there is no point in trying to match them; I decide to walk at my own pace. It’s much easier for me this way. Take breaks! Drink some water. We’ve all got our places to go. ^\\\^

Third thing about getting things done is, well, getting it done! Do you know how I wrote “A Cup of Coffee”? I pain stakingly stared at it all day with frequent breaks in between, read it a ridiculous amount of times until it didn’t sound like english, and had text to speech read it back to me a couple more times just so I could make sure, because I really really really wanted to finish it. And it probably was kind of messy, hahaha. >\\\<

I’m not suggesting you do what I did btw, because it’s not even how I always write things! My other story “Table for Two” was written under a much different context. For that one, I wrote parts of it on different days. I took walks thinking about how I’d word things, how I’d imagine the scene going, and how I should pace sentences. I actually deleted the entire first paragraph and started over a few times because it didn’t sound right. Then one afternoon I decided that I wanted this story done. So I sat down and did what I could, edited a few things afterwards, and tentatively showed it to a friend. I didn’t edit it much after that, but it was done!

If I learned anything from highschool, it’s that doing something imperfectly is better than not doing it at all. I’m still a pretty picky perfectionist and a terrible procrastinator, and it’s not easy! But I would much prefer something I make to be “messy but complete”, rather than “pretty good so far but not finished”. Personally for me, getting started is the hardest part of doing anything. I have yet to find an easier way to do it, but I know that sometimes I just need to sit down and do what I can to start writing. If a sentence sounds weird, I keep going, because I can come back to it later! But if a sentence doesn’t exist, I can’t fix that without, well, writing it. o///o So I consider that a start!

I definitely understand you when you say that you can’t get yourself to write because I currently kind of can’t either. >\\\< I have outlines that I won’t ever write, I have ideas that I’m not gonna get to, and I’ve got fics that I worry won’t be as good when I write them. But maybe today I’ll sit myself down and just write one sentence. Give it a title, make a document, and stare for a lil bit. Give it a beginning. Because for me, sometimes drawing the starting line somewhere helps. Maybe it can show me what direction I need to go in just a little bit clearer. u///u

At the end of the day, the thing I say all the time is enjoy what you do. It’s just genuinely the most important part of doing anything to me. Yes it can be hard and sometimes we worry about how it’s gonna be, but we still do it don’t we? We come back and try again because we love it. Because we really can’t live without it. So what’s wrong with just...doing it?

That’s how it is to be a creator for me, I suppose. And from one to another, I genuinely wish you the best of luck on your journey!!

After all, there will be no other quite like it. u///u💖✨

#have a wonderful rest of the day as well!#i can only give advice from my own experience #I hope this helps in some way #oh and school is a different can of worms unfortunately >\\\<#but since thats already a hassle I try my best to enjoy the stuff I love doing y’know? o///o #fairy!#mock talks #ask #mock #long post #art tip

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medievalfangirl · 4 years

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A Letter From a (very enthusiastic) Fan.

It’s me again! Haha

First of all I’d like to apologize for possible typos since English isn’t my first language but I hope you can understand the general ideia.

When I found your fic, I was a little hesitant to start reading it because usually time travelling stories to the middle ages never seem to completely portray the danger and violence it was known for. I cannot tell you how many stories I read in which the female lead spends all her time at the alehouse spending the money that we have no idea where it came from, being completely accepted for society even though she’s not like them, magically learning how to use a sword the first time she holds it and being her sassy arrogant herself with no punishment whatsoever for her disrespectful behavior. Oh yeah and everybody seems to love and admire her even though she’s just a pain in the ass.

Now that I got that out of my system, I just wanted to say what a pleasant and beautiful surprise it was to run into AGFTF. Girl, that’s MASTER WRITING! I fell for the story instantly because it’s so incredibly realistic (given the circumstances)! Adeline was held captive for months before she was rescued, she was mistreated and suffered for her loose tongue, she realized through the most despicable way that woman’s rights back then were none at all, she even got her period at the worst possible time ever for fuck’s sake! Adeline had to work to pay for her ale she didn’t create gold out of straw like some Rumpelstilkin lead, she faced the prejudice for being a woman and she took a normal amount of time to learn how to use weapons. You absolutely nailed all the descriptions and realism, thank you so much for that.

About Adeline. So hard for me too love a lead usually I just like them but I didn’t stand a chance against Adeline. SHE’S SO FUCKING FUNNY! Every time she has an inappropriate thought or just a sassy one I shit myself so hard I’m laughing. She’s so relatable and yet so unique. Her clumsiness is not Bella Swan/Anastasia Steel kind of thing, it’s something ridiculously funny and more important: the characters think that too. They’re not charmed by the way she fell of a hill and lost her unicorn panties, they’re amused by it as any real person would be. Every time I feel something’s about to go wrong for her or Adeline just makes a dumbass decision I cover my eyes like “oh, no, Adeline, not again”, but I do it laughing and with lots of loves for her. Taking a darker turn, the way she faces what happened at Dunholm is a shitty unhealthy way but it’s how most of us deal with a trauma and I can only hope she’ll learn how to deal with it in time. I love how she’s not obviously a brave warrior but totally determined to prove herself to everyone including herself and this will prove to be a hard journey mainly when she lives by the Murphy’s Law. Although it’s already very clear to me how much she’s matured and developed in that three years passage of time. I’d like to give you my top five moments of Adeline:

Adeline almost flashing Alfred, the Great. (WHAT WAS THAT HAHAHAHA I LAUGHED MY GUTS OUT);

Adeline having her hair braided by Sihtric at the alehouse (I loved this part so much it was like receiving a warm hug during the hardest winter and their friendship is EVERYTHING);

Adeline and Finan talking by the fire at the camp back from Balbury (they’ll have a topic specially for their relationship just you wait);

Adeline learning how to use a bow;

Adeline braiding Dorito’s mane alongside Finan.

Shall we talk about the marvelous job you did with the characters? We shall. It’s like I’m watching a spin-off from TLK because their personalities are FLAWLESS. I can see them talking to me. Hild being that perfect herself, too good a woman for God alone; Sihtric always so silent but also friendly and compassionate; and Finan. Oh dear God, Finan. There’s no other way to describe him other than quoting Adeline:

“I liked the duality of his nature: he laughed so easily but he wasn’t a man to be messed with – he’d fight his corner, and fight twice as hard for his friends”. Girl, you made me cry. In a good way. That is everything I love about Finan and that’s why I was so happy to see that it’s also what Adeline likes about him.

Now last but definitely NOT least.

Finan and Adeline. Sweet Lord that lies in heaven what a perfect ship. Slow-Burn? It’s more like Slow-Motion-Burn, girl. I’m a person with zero patience and you made me CRAVE for a little romance between these two from the beginning. I just kept praying and hoping they’d have some involvement soon but you made me wait and boy was it worth it. You know, it wasn’t tiresome to wait for those too to start flirting because I just adored Adeline’s relationship with everybody else (Sihtric, Hild, Clapa… even Uhtred and Gisela).

I started to feel the reciprocity when Finan chased her outside the hall and Adeline challenged him for a fight. I actually giggled in every scene they had together after the small ruse for the loaf of bread because that’s what took me to sail my shipp. The small bickering, the smirks and smiles they exchanged, flirty Finan implying “he didn’t know he’d have to EAT anything” (I had mad goosebumps I had). You built their relationship with patience and through crumbs I happily fed on only to realize that they were satisfying me and making me beg for more. It was so beautiful to see their friendship turning into something else and now all I want to see is their wedding. Just kidding but not so much.

I get a little excited when a story has everything I was looking for so I’m sorry I actually wrote you a letter hahaha if you managed to read it all, I just wanted to thank you one more time for taking the time and talent to telling us Adeline’s story. I’ll probably write another letter when I’m finished with the 25 chapters and then I’ll just leave a comment on the chapters like a normal person hahaha

Thank you again and congratulations!

XOXO

A response from a very grateful author who cried at least three times reading your letter

Saying a simple thank you feels a little redundant considering the magnitude of emotion your letter brought me, but that’s where I’ll start. THANK YOU! 🥰🥰 You’ve filled my heart with such happiness it’s difficult to put into words. So, again, thank you! 💕

My goal from the beginning with this story was to try and tell a realistic (or at least, as realistic as time travel can be) story, with a character who struggled, and learnt the hard way that this experience wouldn’t be all sunshine and rainbows. I didn’t want to write a ‘main character’ in the way that she is automatically liked and respected and admired, just because she’s The Main Character. I wanted to write about a real person, with flaws, who handles things poorly, and who some people dislike. Because real life is messy like that.

So to have you tell me not only did you find the story realistic as I dearly wished, but it exceeded your expectations? I’m delighted, and blow away a little to be honest. You’ve broken down the story and how you felt about it in such detail, really taking your time, and I feel totally and utterly honoured.

I can’t tell you how happy I am that you like Adeline so much! “oh, no, Adeline, not again” truly is her catchphrase, because while she tries, she is nothing short of a disaster at times. I’m so, so happy you feel you can relate to her and enjoy her journey. I agree with you - I think most of us aren’t good with serious trauma. We get there, but it takes time, and a fair few mistakes first. Again, I’m pleased as punch that you like that she handled things badly, that she’s scared but determined, and trying to grow. You’ve picked up on every single theme I’ve been trying to portray with her as if you’ve been in my head for a sneaky look, and it’s incredible. You’re so insightful and thoughtful 🥰🥰

Taking the time to rank your favourite Adeline moments? Well, you’ve reduced me to happy tears once again. Seriously, I’m just a mushy mess at this point. THANK YOU💕

Ahhh, Finan. Straight away I’ll apologise because you’re so right - Slow-Motion-Burn sums this up perfectly😂 I did wonder if readers would find the wait until the romance a drag, so I’m relieved and happy (you’ve made me happy rather a lot, so i apologise for being repetitive) you enjoyed the build up, and friendships with the rest of the Coccham family. I wanted to push Finan and Adeline towards each other in a way that felt natural, and have this gradual realisation from them both that, oh shit, this person means a lot to me. And the flirting? So much fun to write, so I can assure you that will continue forever, to the wedding and beyond (oh i promise, you’ll have that wedding).

One final thing - please don’t apologise for being a beautiful, kind soul who took the time to share their thoughts and bring a huge, huge amount of happiness to my day. As you can see, I write essays too, so we’re in this together!

Thank you so, so, so much 🥰💕💕

#the best submission #im still crying a little bit #day=made #week=made #and lets be honest month #submission

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derpyslurpy-da-derp-master · 5 years

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All the personal asks plz

Alrighty then!

1. Any scars?

Mhm, pretty much all the scars I have are burns. One is from burning the side of my arm on an iron my mom had standing upright that I brushed against trying to reach something on the counter behind it and I’ve got one or two other scars from my culinary class on my hands from trying to put a tray in the oven and bumping it on the rungs above the ones I was putting it on. I burnt my hand day one of actually cooking. Yes I’m a disaster.

2. Self harmed?

Absolutely not. One, I’m too scared of pain, and two, I have uh… An unpleasant history involving someone else threatening self harm to make me do what they wanted, so… It’s a really sore spot for me.

3. Crush?

I honestly have no idea.

4. Kissed anyone?

Nope

5. Coke or Pepsi?

Neither they make me physically ill

6. Someone you hate?

There’s a LOT of assholes at my school but the person I hate the most is probably my dad for reasons.

7. Best Friends?

Mhm! I’ve got a handful on this site but my IRL best friend is @theansweris-a. She doesn’t really get on tumblr anymore but if you’re reading this I love you friendo and have a good day! :D

8. Have you ever done alcohol or drugs?

hahaha fuCK NO. I’d rather not get addicted to something that can and will kill me and throw my money at people to sustain it. If someone offered me either I’d probably flip them off whilst slowly backing up and getting tf out of there because NO.

9. What’s your dream job?

Author/Illustrator with some VA work and Video Game directing on the side.

10. Ever been in love?

I have. It was with someone I didn’t have a chance with and who would be an absolutely awful lover to me since we weren’t compatible emotion-wise so I let it go. It was hard, but I did it.

11. Last time you cried?

Last Sunday trying to explain to my mom why our preacher and the church we go to has completely fallen out of my favor for it’s very loud blatant ‘LGBT people are bad abortion is evil insert other white conservative stuff here’ ‘cause she doesn’t know I’m LGBT+ (and it’s going to stay that way) and I was trying to explain to her why I would never say invite my LGBT friends to church because they would be mercilessly persecuted by people who call themselves followers of God then spit in his eye by doing the exact opposite of everything he’s asked of them. Yes I still feel really strongly about this.

12. Favorite color?

Cyan!

13. Height?

How coincidence, I just got it measured today! 5′6, FINALLY OFFICIALLY TALLER THEN MY MOM MUHAHAHAHAHA

14. Birthday?

November 17th!

15. Eye color?

Milk chocolately-brown

16. Hair color?

Dark brown

17. What do you love?

this is so open ended hjkfjfjkhgkjh okay then I love girls, video games, anime, writing, drawing, reading, and animals.

18. Obsession?

My top 3 in order of obsession; Kill La Kill, RWBY, and Kingdom Hearts.

19. If you had one wish, what would it be?

For every single illness, disease, syndrome, disorder, and so on to have a cure. From Cancer to Asthma. Both because I have so many incurable diseases/disorders and because I know there are people out there who have things so much worse than me in that department.

20. Do you love someone?

I love all my mutals, friends, and most of my family including extended family.

21. Kiss or hug?

I’ve never been kissed so I don’t know anything about how that would be so I’d say hug because I love hugs!

22. Nicknames people call you?

Derpy, Slurpy, D-Slur, Resident Cinnamon Roll (That’s my actual nickname on a Revue Starlight discord)

23. Favorite song?

this is like asking me to pick my favorite child uhhhhh… This Life Is Mine by Jeff Williams, it just means a lot to me.

24. Favorite band?

i know no bands by name

25. Worst thing that has ever happened to you?

….Okay, uh, this is gonna be really hard to decide because a LOT of bad things have happened to me. I’ll go with the more physical choice because I’d rather not dump too much of my emotional baggage onto yall. One time I was being prepped for surgery and they needed to get the IV in. (for the record I’m shaking pretty badly right now from thinking about this) They had to stab my arm with what they called a ‘Bee sting’ (it wasn’t a bee sting it goes almost down to the bone) that had numbing stuff in it and they were trying to find a vein they could put my IV in but they couldn’t find one (okay now i’m typing really fast so I don’t have to think about this for long) and they kept stabbing my arm over and over again. The thing is I have a serious phobia of needles that sends me into panic attacks, I’ll go lightheaded I’ll lose my hearing and so on. So I was trying to put a brave face on despite my parents not even being there but they would. not. stop. They didn’t give me a break. It was one stab then another then another then another. I was having a full blown panic attack, I was almost crying. Then they seemed to get it. They left me for a bit and my parents came in. My arm started swelling. They HADNT got it. My arm was being filled with whatever my IV was. They came back in with the beesting. They started stabbing me again but on the other arm. I couldn’t keep a brave face anymore after thinking they were finally done. I started to cry and sob and the panic attack I had that day was the single worst I have ever had. It got worse. They missed a vein entirely and instead hit a bundle of nerves. My hand started involuntarily twitching as pain unlike any I’ve ever felt before or until now wracked my arm. I had actual trauma from this, the night after the surgery I kept feeling ghost pains of the stabs in my arms, I had to sleep on my stomach with my arms wrapped around my front just to make them go away. I’m still extremely traumatized of this to this day. I never want to have surgery again. I never want an IV again.

Okay that got away from me there I’m sorry I kinda was having a panic attack while writing that. Anyways moving on.

26. Best thing that has ever happened to you?

This is gonna sound cheesy but meeting @theansweris-a. She’s the sweetest and kindest person I have ever met in my entire life and I feel so incredibly lucky to call her my friend, though knowing her she’ll see this and reply with ‘No U’ because we always end up in a shouting match of ‘YOU ARE A WONDERFUL HUMAN BEING’ ‘NO YOU’RE A WONDERFUL HUMAN BEING’

27. Something you would change about yourself?

I definitely would lose weight. Not because of societies bullshit but because I legitimately want to lose weight so I can actually get strong and build up some muscle, I WANT TO BE ABLE TO OPEN GATORADE BOTTLES GODDAMNIT

28. Ever dated someone?

Nope, I’m closeted and have no interest in even pretending I’m straight by dating a guy, I mean I know some genuinely nice guys (all of them dorks) but they’re all just my friends though they are massive goofballs and I love them very much. (Entirely platonically)

29. Worst mistake?

I… Don’t think you guys wanna know that. It’s nothing bad its just depressing and I don’t wanna be more depressing then I already have been.

30. Watch the movie or read the book?

Depends on which is better, like I’d rather watch the Chronicles of Narnia than read the books because the books are honestly terrible but I’d rather read Percy Jackson than watch the movie because the movies are incredibly unfaithful to the books.

31. Ever had a heartbreak?

Yeah…

32. Favorite show?

Kill La Kill!

33. Best day of your life?

My cheesiness never ceases but the first time I actually hung out with @theansweris-a IRL at the mall. I remember being SO excited for it but also nervous that how easily we talk to each other wouldn’t translate into real life and I remember spotting her walking up and practically shouting her name before running up and giving her a big ol’ hug whilst crying happy tears (I know i’m sappy shut up) and then when we were let loose to walk around we quickly discovered that we clicked almost immediately and incredibly well it was just the best thing ever. Like, in that one day alone we spent six hours in that mall just chatting and buying stuff and having fun and we left the mall with like three different inside jokes despite it being our first time meeting in person since we first met. Hi my name is Derpy and I’m a big ol’ sap.

34. Any talents?

I’m pretty good at writing, I can type really fast, and I can play the harmonica.

35. Do you wish you could ever start over?

Absolutely not. Things are the way they are for a reason, and even though I’ve been through a LOT it’s because of all that that I’m the person I am today and I wouldn’t trade that for the world.

36. Any bad habits?

Yeah, I’m a nail biter.

37. Ever had a near death experience?

Yes actually, when I was 3 or 4 we took a plane to California to visit some relatives and I almost walked out of the air hatch one the way out, I remember this vividly even though it was a long time ago. If it wasn’t for the flight attendant grabbing me before I fell out, I wouldn’t be here today.

38. Someone I can tell anything to?

@theansweris-a and @my-words-are-light, they’re both really good listeners and have helped me through a lot of stuff.

39. Ever lost a loved one?

My Great Grandpa Ritch died shortly after I was born, there’s a lot of pictures of him smiling and holding me while in a hospital bed and hooked up to oxygen.

40. Do you believe in love?

Oh absolutely, 100%. I mean if you know me you already know that I have just ABSURD amounts of love in my heart and I genuinely believe that it exists.

41. Someone you hate/Dislike?

Wasn’t this already a question?

42. Are you okay?

Mostly, yeah. I have some stuff to work on but I’m honestly at the best i’ve ever been!

43. Relationship status?

I’m a Single Pringle

#Ask #Original

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lululawrence · 6 years

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lululawrence’s September 2018 Fic List

Click here for previous months’ fic lists

And here we are again for another amazing month of fic reading. I love how I never run out of fics, there’s always a plethora of incredible fics to discover. Without any further ado, here are the fics that I had the joy of reading this month!

RimTyme by @catfishau / dinosaursmate This fic was ridiculous and hilarious and wonderful, as many of KK’s are. The amount of puns and innuendo shoved in while still having it be endearing was really quite incredible haha A super fun and cute read :)

keep this love in a photograph by @suspendrs / suspendrs omgosh okay I finally got around to reading this and it was INCREDIBLE just as I knew it would be. The time period and attention to detail was just amazing. I actually find myself feeling the longing for Harry’s family farm despite obviously never having actually been there. That’s how amazing the feelings and wordbuilding encased in this fic are. An absolute must read, but there is heavy topical discussion regarding family members/loved ones and health so please be careful if that’s a trigger for you.

I Left My Heart In Melbourne by EmmyLouWho This fic was so amazing! I loved the details that made it so I felt like I was getting at least a partial view of Melbourne and the boys living there. It was also such a damn cute fic. So soft and fun.

Give Me One More Night With You by EmmyLouWho Tomlinshaw! Pig-centric Tomlinshaw, to boot. Gosh this fic is so cute and funny and just some of the softest Tomlinshaw I’ve read. There was even one point in the fic where I screenshot the particular scene I was reading and screamed at @londonfoginacup I LOVE HOW THIS IS WRITTEN SO MUCHHHHHH or something along those lines and I really do. The feelings captured in such simple ways were beautiful.

Black, White, and Read All Over by EmmyLouWho Famous/Non-Famous! This one is so cute and fun, I was the woman squealing and kicking her legs in excitement while reading it and loving every minute lol Louis is a children’s author who gets on a plane and finds his seat neighbor is Harry... who also has his nose stuck in Louis’ book hehehe

But Wait... There's More! by EmmyLouWho I went on a bit of a binge when it came to her fics this month because they were just the perfect length for me and so sweet and lovely! This one though, omgosh. The secondhand mortification of this fic had me laughing so hard, it was great! but also somewhat painful because it really was written perfectly lol Harry is a TV salesman and Louis buys anything he sells cause...well...it’s Harry. hehe

All Things Bright And Beautiful by EmmyLouWho Listen. Harry has a sick goldfish and Niall meddles. Do you need anything more to know you should read this one? hehe

Your Love, My Love and Forever by @londonfoginacup / LadyLondonderry Emmu previously posted this fic on tumblr, but DAMN does it pull the heartstrings! It is the second part, a time stamp of sorts, to one of her fics that hits me the most emotionally, so definitely go check out part one if you haven’t already. This just makes you cry a little too hehe

I Know How To Whisk (But Teach Me Anyway) by @2tiedships2 / 2tiedships2 More a/b/o soulmates! gosh this one is lovely! It’s more of the fun banter and silly boys figuring things out and all taking place in a bakery. Featuring surprise ruts and snarky co-workers and flatmates! Whee!

Heading for Limbo by @fullonlarrie / FullOnLarrie Okay listen. This fic is incredible. I was not as effusive with my yelling because I didn’t want to pause my reading in order to do so hahaha but DAMN did I really identify with Harry in this fic. It was wonderful and so beautifully written and just WOW. A glorious journey.

A Prank Or Two (Let Me End Up With You) by @biseaxual / twoboyskissing Girl Direction Hogwarts AU!!! I don’t really need to say more than that, really. It was lovely and I defo enjoyed it! It also made me wish for fall weather to get here sooner rather than later...

Alpha Seeking Alpha by @jaerie / jaerie ALPHA/ALPHA RUT STRANGERS TO LOVERS YASSSSS i don’t really know what more to tell you. i really enjoyed how she focused on the fact that Louis wanted it but it was still a battle with his inner alpha to allow Harry to do what they both wanted and yeah. It was great!

A Dangerous Night (To Fall In Love) by @suddenclarityharry / FallingLikeThis THE POMPEII FIC! Gosh this was so great. The emotions and trust and fear and all of it was really really lovely and hey! Happy ending! hehe

down in atlantis by @polkadotsvstripes / polka_stripes I loved this fic. So much. The rhythm, the emotions, the way Harry worked through it all with the swimming setting the pace and showing us his growth through all of the situations?? It was just lovely. And real. And I loved it.

Amnesia by aint_no_baby_mama_drama Tomlinshaw amnesia! This one was short, but still heartwrenching and exactly what I was looking for! hehe A nice, sad Tomlinshaw read if you need it hehe

I Wanna Be More Than Friends by @2tiedships2 / 2tiedships2 This is my fav of Mel’s fics so far. She asked me why when I told her that, and I really dunno. I think it’s just the emotions of it all? The pining? The fact I am a sucker for childhood friends to lovers? The fact that Harry is an alpha with no sense of smell?? I dunno but I adored it.

TGIF by @catfishau / dinosaursmate Along the lines of childhood friends to lovers, this fic is such a great coming of age story with communication? And pining? And sexuality crises, but only little ones? There’s so much heart in this, I told KK she was squeezing my heart as I read it because it was beautiful. A fabulous read!

And that’s what I’ve read this month! Happy fanworks appreciation day!

#mine #fic rec #my fic rec #28th appreciation #september 2018 fic list #fic writer appreciation #fic list

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pitifulmagicalocs · 5 years

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Samuel was the birth of each of your daughter's like?

((This is a long-ass fucking post, but I’ve never really given the girls’ birth-stories a good, thorough thought, so I kinda just let him ramble and uh… god, did he ever. Putting a read-more separator in to save some lives.))

“Well… Amy’s pregnancy with Crystal was rough. She was a good bit overdue, we lived in a tiny apartment and I remember her getting up at night and pacing back-and-forth throughout the whole length of the place just trying to get her labor started. The hospital was talking about inducing, which scared Ames to death because she was heart-set on a home birth. Thank God, during one of her midnight ‘walks’, her water broke. I remember sitting at the kitchen table, watching her go back and forth and then I looked away for one second and when I looked back, she was standing in a stunned silence with a puddle on the carpet beneath her.

Amy’s sister has been Amy’s midwife for all of our girls– and she’s been phenomenal. We called her up. She showed up in no time at all and we got Amy set up and comfortable on the bed. I’d never seen more sheets in my life. I had to ask Michelle if she’d robbed a Bed Bath & Beyond.

From there, I remember that I was completely goddamn useless. Please take into mind that I was twenty-four and stupid. All I knew was my wife was in pain and I wanted to do something about it, but I got in the way so fucking much that Michelle actually told me to "Go stand over there and shut up”, but Amy, like usual, saved my skin by actually directing my oafish self to sit behind her and rub her back. I highly doubt I was actually helping, at that point, but it was the job I was given so I remember putting a ridiculous amount of effort into… yeah, rubbing her back. That was entirely all I could do. I was useless, I’m telling you.

Amy was amazing, though. My god, she was ethereal. I remember watching her deliver our baby girl and I was just… in awe. Amy was… just… incredible. I was amazed.

Crystal was born and Michelle handed her to Amy and I remember just staring in shock. You couldn’t get a word out of me. I just couldn’t believe she was ours and that was it. I don’t know what I expected, but I didn’t get how I could go from not being a father to being a father in a moment’s time and I couldn’t believe that Amy and I had done th– Well, Amy had done this. Let’s be honest, I didn’t do much, hah! Anyway, yeah. Two-and-a-half people saw a grown man cry that day. But yeah. It was just surreal. I stared at her and I don’t think I stopped for at least the first month. She was incredibly small, even though the doctors told us she was a long baby, she just seemed tiny and she had this puff of black hair on her head and the funniest little… scrunched-up nose. My god, I just loved her. She was marvelous. I couldn’t get enough of her.

…

Anyway, Jade. When Jade came around we were still in that apartment. We did not have the room for a second child, but when Amy turned up pregnant again, we both sorta… pretended to be stressed out? But we couldn’t do it. We were excited. We were so excited. Crystal was three at the time and we asked her if she wanted a little sibling and she said “Yup and I want cereal.” Pffffttt. I don’t think she understood, but it was good enough.

This time around, Amy went into labor early and of course, this time, Michelle wasn’t prepared and was on the other side of the community doing a checkup on some other woman, so she needed time to pick up her supplies and get all the way to us.

That was one of the top-ten most terrifying goddamn moments of my fucking life. I called my parents and my father came by to pick Crystal up and take her out to their place and I remember stopping him and just being like… “Dad, what do I do?” and he looks at me, looks into the room where Amy is just howling and he says to me “You’re the father. When the midwife comes, you go to the corner store, get a magazine and go sit in the pub until it’s over.” He was from a different time, I know that, but holy shit was that un-fucking-helpful… and he just left after that.

So I call Michelle again, no answer, I call my mom and my mom tells me to just keep her comfortable. I have no idea how to do that, so I bring Amy some lemon water and a cold rag for her forehead and I just sort of… sit behind her like I did before and let her dig her nails into my forearm when she has a contraction and we pass the time just like that.

Finally, Michelle shows up, sets everything up and it’s probably five minutes after that when Jade was born. I thought I wouldn’t cry the second time around, but I was a damned fool, a buffoon, to think such a thing. Waterworks; just pathetic. Anyway, just like Crystal, she was a long baby, but instead of the mop her sister had, Jade just had this ridiculous little tuft of hair in the dead center of her head. She looked like Pebbles from the friggin’ Flintstones or something, but she was adorable. I remember we’d take her out and people would just gush over her. She was an angel. For the next few years it was just the four of us and we started looking… and I guess feeling like a little family… .Amy getting pregnant with Amber happened just after we’d just finished building the house we have now and I remember running around like a headless chicken trying to get the place ready. By the time it came time to have her, we were still eating dinner off of the living room coffee table, but the baby room was immaculate! All our shit was in boxes but the girls had picturesque bedrooms, as if they paid the bills or something. Haha! I am getting way off track. Anyway, yeah, Amber’s birth was probably the easiest. We planned way ahead and Michelle actually stayed with us for the week surrounding Amy’s due-date this time, which Amy came rather close to. Amy’s water broke while she was laying on the bed reading next to me, I hollered across the hall for Michelle, my mother came to get Crys’ and Jade, and we were set up and ready to go in…really no time at all. Amy’s labor was pretty similar to her one with Crystal and I was older and wiser by that point, so I was actually able to help talk Amy through it instead of gaping like a goddamn dead fish the entire time. By this point, I knew I was gonna cry. I also remember it being half tears and half jaw-slack shock because she was short, fat and bald. She was exactly what you’d picture a baby being, but none of the things her older sisters were. She was a magnificent little bundle, though. She fit perfectly in the crook of my arm. I remember being so proud of us, too, because we finally actually had a suitable home for the little one… .Ruby was the most shocking pregnancy, because we weren’t actively committed to not having another kid, but after five barren years, we weren’t expecting it. We were thrilled, though. Fuck. I moved the girls’ playroom downstairs and turned the old playroom into Ruby’s nursery and I was so dedicated to that project because, let’s face it, up until that point my real job during Amy’s pregnancies was to feed her and keep her in a good mood. This time I had the space resources to create this space for this little girl… Oh, and by the way, when the sonographer told us “It’s a girl” we said “We know.” She was all embarrassed thinking we’d already been told by another doctor and we had to explain that we had three other girls at home. We knew. Hah.

Anyway, we planned-ahead again and Michelle slept over. The girls went to stay with my sister this time because my mother desperately wanted to be present at the birth of one of her grandkids, so we had her over, too. This time, when Amy’s water broke, I think the novelty had worn off. I remember she just looked down, looked at me, I raised my brow at her, she said “Yup” and I said “Alright.” Hahaha! Don’t get me wrong, we were super excited, but this wasn’t our first rodeo.

This time, Amy had heard all about the concept of water-births from her sister and was dead-set on trying it, so this time we’d set up this literal fucking kiddie pool in our living room and filled it with warm water and I remember as soon as Amy got in there she was “Ooh-ing” and “Ah-ing” and going “Why didn’t I do this with the other three” et-cetera. She was happy.

But then, yeah, that labor was rough. It went on for hours and Amy was so distressed and tired and I remember she started to panic and was telling me to hold her and that she changed her mind and wanted to have the baby on the bed. Honestly, I think she was just scared and not sure what she wanted. So then, yeah, we couldn’t get her out safely because she couldn’t walk, so I got my ass in that kiddie pool, fully clothed and I situated myself behind her just like the other three births and that seemed to do it. It took a while but she calmed down and we were able to get Ruby out.

Holy mother of god was that one ever emotional. Amy was so fatigued so she gave Ruby to me and I remember laying with my head against my wife’s and holding my daughter and knowing that she was our last and our family had become completely whole and… Jesus. There is no feeling like that. Absolutely none. I can’t describe it, but I know I loved my wife more than I ever have and… Yeah, I don’t really know how to explain that moment further, it was incredible. Yeah. I got a little out of hand here, but you– you really should have expected this. I’ve had four children, hah.“

#holy crap this could be a chapter in itself #but my god this was cute to do #samuel angioli #IC Answer #last answer for the night I think #this took over an hour... so... I need a break #faceclaim ~ benicio del toro

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cravingmarvel · 6 years

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When We Were Young - Part Two

Bucky Barnes AU

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader, Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3500

Warnings: Mentions of death, heartbreak, jealousy.. the whole package hahaha

Summary: Friends since they can remember and falling in love like they’re meant to. But sometimes life just isn’t what you expected. People making decisions, mistakes and saying things they shouldn’t when they’re young. When it comes to love, someone always gets hurt. Always.

Prompt: “I’m engaged to someone else, but I think I’m actually in love with you”

A/N: This is Part Two of my entry for @spideywhiteys 1k writing celebration! I really hope you guys enjoy this part! I just started my apprenticeship and therefore don’t have as much time as I used to hahah I’m really nervous about uploading this, because I feel like it’s not good. BUT anyway! I hope you enjoy this!

Feedback is always greatly appreciated!

Tagging some mutuals and some lovely people!

@buckisthatyou @buckybarneshairpullingkink @buckystan-plums @v-2bucky@whyisbuckyso @samingtonwilson @sgtjbuccky @captain-ariel-barnes @thewintersadie @skishenanigans

(You are not obligated to read this if you don’t want to)

Masterlist // Bucky Barnes Masterlist

Part One //

Bucky wrapped his arms around my much smaller figure and embraced me into an unexpected hug. My body stiffened up, making it impossible to move. With my arms hanging and hands clenched into fists, wrapping my arms around him as well seemed like the most impossible thing to do in that very moment. I inhaled his scent hoping to recognize it, but instead I was hit with expensive cologne something Bucky wouldn’t have been able to afford back then. I could feel his hands on the exposed skin on my back and I noticed they got softer. He used to have rough hands from working on his car a lot and helping his dad in the repair shop they had. I wondered if his parents ever got a piece of Bucky’s fortune; if he supported them ever since his payment turned into big numbers.

Having his hands around me took me back to when an embrace like this used to be routine. A hug used to be so normal, something so expected. But now that I haven’t felt his body against mine in such a long time, it feels like something we’ve never did or something we shouldn’t be doing.

He removed himself from me and I finally took in his face and features from a closer distance. Now it was noticeable how tired he looks. The bags under his eyes standing out more than anything else, not even the way his lips naturally turned down took the spotlight away.

“Y/n it’s been so long.” His voice got lower over the years, making a shiver run down my spine.

“Yeah it’s been a long time.” I tried to smile with every ounce of my body, but the sad excuse that appeared on my face must reveal my true feelings.

With his hands still around my waist feeling his though against my skin, I nearly missed his next words.

“What are you doing now?”

It wasn’t surprising that he would ask something like this, it’s natural to hit someone with questions like this if you haven’t seen someone for so long. Anyone would be delighted to answer, but with the situation I’m in, it wasn’t the something I want to talk about.

“I still live in London so that’s that.”

“Oh well, that’s nice. London is great! I just thought you wanted to move to Manhattan and work for Stark industries?”

The amount of sarcasm dripping from every word he spoke was pathetic. I felt pathetic. Everyone around me in this room made it big, followed their dreams. I am the outcast here.

“Well Bucky, not everyone can follow their dreams.”

I didn’t even try to hide my anger. My mind buzzing and the noise around me, making me feel dizzy. I looked down to the ground and Bucky seemed to notice my uncomfortableness and took his hands away from my hips moving one to my shoulder. He opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by another voice.

“Wow y/n you look great!”

I looked up to see the familiar blond haired, blue eyed man standing next to Bucky.

“Steve!” I pushed Bucky’s hand away from my shoulder and walked over to Steve, pulling him into a hug by wrapping my arms around his neck. I inhaled his scent and unlike Bucky, he still smelled like he used to. Coffee and lavender. I heard he also made it big in Manhattan after his mom died in a car crash, leaving him with the shop she used to own back in London. He didn’t stay long after that and I can’t blame him. She loved that coffee shop, it was her most prized possession. She filled the small but cosy space with things she loved like pictures of Steve and of course, lavender.

I remember that time so vividly, because that was when everything truly fell apart for me.

Graduation is done and now it’s time to leave your home where parents take care of everything you don’t have any clue about. Where adulthood seems so out of reach and the only independence you have is cleaning your room by yourself. Now you’re on your own. This is your time to show the world just how grown up you are.

For y/n, it was time to pack her bags and leave to move to attend the University of Manchester. Luckily for her Steve was packing for the same reason as her.

The pain of Bucky and Natasha never faded. Having to see them at school together made her dread waking up in the morning. He tried to include her into the group and couldn’t figure out, why she never joined their circle. For him there wasn’t a reason not to, but to her there were thousands. It was enough to see them holding hands in the hallways, kiss at lunch or laugh together, at jokes y/n would’ve laughed at, in the cafeteria. She had no desire to see more than she already had to, even if it meant to be alone.

Bucky on the other hand was packing to move to attend the Ivy League University of Columbia. His parents worked twice as hard and sold their house for him to attend his dream university. But he wasn’t going alone, Natasha got in as well. Her parents were nice enough for him to move into Natasha’s apartment as well without having to pay. They loved him.

Despite everything that happened on the date two years back, y/n and Steve became inseparable. Their second year at uni was filled with laughter, sleepovers with too much pizza and an unbearable amount of coffee. It didn’t take long before y/n became close friends with Steve’s mom and they spent their weekends working at her coffee shop called ‘Captain’s Coffee Cup’.

Y/n just got done with cleaning the rest of the tables, the cloth still in her hand as she made her way to the counter where Steve stood cleaning while swaying his hips from side to side. The sun started to disappear behind the buildings, but the shop was still illuminated by fairy lights.

Steve’s phone started ringing and he picked it up looking over to y/n, who seated herself on the countertop. The phone call was quick and he shoved his phone back into his pocket before standing in front of her. She was now able to look at him directly in the eyes, without the few inches of height that were missing for her to be as tall as him.

“My mom is going to be here soon to close the shop.” He took a few strands of hair in between his fingers and twisted them together. He always loved how soft her hair is and the fact that it smelled like flowers didn’t help. Every time she rushed past him to get someone’s order to their table, he got indulged by the scent of her hair. It also didn’t help that he imagined what it would be like to give her a kiss on the top of her head. The difference between their heights was always something he found incredibly cute and every time he got to wrap his arms around her, he imagined what it would be like to call her his.

He knew she liked Bucky but couldn’t help but wonder if that changed after the years went by. He didn’t want to ask to rip open wounds that she carefully patched up with band aids. He knew she was still hurt from what she confessed to him one night after drowning their responsible minds in tequila. But despite the alcohol running through her veins, she still picked her words with care, to avoid spilling her emotions. He knew she had more to say, but pushing her would only make matters worse.

She looked into his eyes and without hesitation, she leaned closer to him. Even if the images of Bucky tried to poison her mind, she kept her eyes locked with his. Steve gently placed his hands on her waist pulling her body to his. Y/n let her eyes flutter shut, feeling his breath on her lips. She pulled him closer with her hand on the back of his neck. The soft glow of the fairy lights made her look even more mesmerizing and Steve couldn’t believe that the girl he has been in love with for years is finally in his arms the way he always wanted her to.

He followed her lead, closing his eyes and the distance between them shrinking with every gentle move. She brushed against his lips feeling the butterflies in her stomach. Their lips fully connected as a loud noise filled the room making both of them jump apart.

Steve groaned loudly in annoyance and y/n looked down to her legs with a giggle. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and pressed the green icon.

Y/n sat on the counter watching Steve listen to the person on the other end talk. She noticed his face tensing up and his mouth falling wide open. She could see his eyes fill with tears and quickly stood up. Steve ended the call and grabbed the keys, walking to the door. She followed him and tried to stop him by pulling his hand, but he refused to stop.

“Steve what’s going on? Who was that?”

He opened the door and turned to her. “My mom-“ the tears rolling down his cheeks and his voice breaking signalled her, that something bad had happened. “She got in a car accident.”

He didn’t wait for a response, walking out into the street to the car he parked in front of the shop. Y/n stood watching him drive away through the windowed door.

After that, everything changed.

Steve couldn’t bear seeing the coffee shop without breaking down to the floor and the only thing he thought was right, was to sell the space to someone who could take care of it. Y/n.

She was hesitant to take the offer, but took it anyway. She has grown to love it and didn’t want anyone else to have it, who might not value the history it has. Steve had a hard time staying in London or even Manchester, so after he graduated from university, he left for an offer from a friend far away.

Bucky had heard about what happened and offered Steve to stay with him and Natasha. After university they moved into a bigger apartment on the Upper East Side.

Saying goodbye to Steve was hard, but there was nothing y/n could do about it. He wanted to leave and if that was the only thing for him to be happy, then she couldn’t complain. But it was hard for her. The only friend she had was now leaving her, just like everyone else in her life. And to make matters worse, she actually liked him.

Y/n managed to re-open the shop after university and kept everything the way it was. The only thing she added was a picture of Steve’s mom on the wall to remember her. Y/n and Steve talked a bit after he left, but not for long. With becoming the coo of Hydra he had little to no time. On Y/n’s thirtieth birthday he sent her a postcard and a few pictures of him and Manhattan.

Her heart broke all over again seeing how happy Steve was without her. He even had a girlfriend by the name of Sharon. Y/n kept the coffee shop running despite everything. With that being the only source of happiness, she spend every day working trying to keep her mind away from the people she lost.

Steve wrapped his arm around my shoulder and led me away from Bucky. We sat on the bar stools and each took a glass of champagne.

“It’s so good to see you, y/n.” He gave me a sweet smile that I returned happily.

“You too, Steve.”

“How’s the coffee shop?” He took a sip of his drink and I did the same only to want to spit it out again.

“It’s going really well. How’s Sharon?” He looked away for a second before meeting my eyes again.

“We’re not together anymore.”

I opened my mouth to apologize but was interrupted by another voice.

“Everyone, I’d like to say a few words.” Bucky’s voice made everyone quiet down and turn to look at him. “Nat can you come here for a sec?” Natasha went over to stand by his side and that was the first time I saw her after all those years. She hasn’t changed one bit, still being the most gorgeous woman in the room. I felt the jealousy rise within me, seeing how she still outdid me in everything.

“I’d like to say thank you all for coming today to celebrate this occasion.” Everyone clapped including me. “I’d also like to thank Nat for putting up with me all these years and choosing to do so for the rest of her life.” Bucky pulled her closer by her waist and placed a kiss on her cheek.

Everyone in the room started laughing at his words and I forced a smile to appear on my face.

“Last but not least, I’d like to thank my best friends Steve-“ He raised his glass and every head turned to look at Steve who also raised his glass. “And y/n.”

I was taken aback by his words and took my gaze away from Steve to look at Bucky now smiling at me like everyone in the room.

“Thank you y/n for always believing in me and even though you’re not living in Manhattan, I hope you will someday, to also make your dream finally a reality.” The guests started clapping and my head turned all kinds of shades of red.

I know deep down that he didn’t meant those words in a bad way, but it still felt like a slap in the face. I stood up and walked out of the room despite everyone looking at me with confusion.

From one of the rooms I randomly chose to go into, I heard everyone shouting ‘cheers’ and clinking their glasses. I sat on the king sized bed trying to get my composure back, as the door opened to reveal Bucky. He sat next to me, the small distance making me feel uncomfortable.

“Why did you walk out like that?”

“You know exactly why, Bucky.” I looked into his eyes with my face showing my confusion.

“No I don’t.”

I looked away from him letting a small chuckle leave my lips with sarcasm. “Are you serious? Bucky, are you really this dense?” I stood up from the bed to stand in front of him.

He looked up at me with his eyebrows knitted together, clearly not understanding the situation.

“That was embarrassing. You didn’t have to tell everyone that I’m a failure! No wonder you never noticed back then.” I turned away from him and walked over to the window. “I’m surprised I never noticed just how dense you are.”

“Y/n I really didn’t mean it in a bad way. I just hope you still do what we said we would do back then.” From the corner of my eye, I could see him standing up from the bed. “And what do you mean with, I didn’t realize back then?”

“Exactly Bucky, we! We made those plans together.” I turned around to face him again. “And you can’t tell me you didn’t know.”

“No seriously, I don’t”

I sighted and let my shoulders relax. “That I was helplessly in love with you Bucky.”

The silence that followed was unbearable. Bucky’s mouth fell wide open and then started to swallow loudly.

“It doesn’t matter, that was years ago.” I walked to the door and out to the hallway. The guests were now dancing and singing but I certainly did not want to join them after my confession.

“Y/n.” Bucky grabbed my arm and spun me around. “Please stay.”

“No, I should go. Good luck though, I hope you two are going to be happy together.” I gave him a smile and walked out of the door.

As soon as the cold air hit my skin, I inhaled deeply and tried to ignore the Goosebumps on my skin. The night has arrived and I didn’t think I would be there for that long so I didn’t take a jacket with me.

“Y/n!”

I rolled my eyes not wanting to be held back from walking away anymore. I turned around to see Steve breathing heavily.

“Please, let me take you to my place. We can have a few drinks?” He looked at me with a sad smile and I have to admit. Drinks sound great.

“Sure, why not?” I shrugged my shoulders walking next to Steve.

We sat down on his couch and looking around his apartment, I realized that he also must earn a fortune. His apartment had a completely different style thought compared to Bucky’s. There were books and plants everywhere. The walls covered in paintings, signed with ‘Steve’ in the corners of every single one of them. I felt more at home here and I was glad he invited me.

We already had too many glasses of alcohol and were laughing about our university days. Obviously avoiding the last year. Steve turned to me with his arm on the backrest of the couch.

“Why did you never leave London? And don’t tell me it’s because of Captain’s Coffee Cup. You know I wouldn’t have been angry at you for deciding to leave.”

“Because-“ I took a deep breath before continuing. “Because honestly, Natasha already achieved everything in life I wanted to. And I didn’t want to compete with her. I mean.” I let out a sarcastic laugh “She’s the CEO of Stark Industries! She got everything I wanted.” I took a sip of my drink to swallow my sears away.

Steve let out a heavy sight and leaned back. “Including Bucky, right?”

Y/n walked out of the kitchen back into the café drying her hands on her apron when the little bell on the door rang, indicating someone entered the room. She looked at who it was and was shocked at seeing the familiar face of Tony Stark.

“Oh my god, y/n it’s so nice to see you.” He walked behind the counter to pull her into an unexpected hug.

“Yeah you too, Tony.” He removed himself from her and smiled widely down at her.

“You know, I’m a little mad that you decided not to work at my company, but now that I’m seeing where you work, I can’t blame you, it’s beautiful.” He looked around the café before smiling at her again.

“Thank you. I really love it!” Y/n returned the smile while putting away a few cups.

“You remember Natasha, right?”

She just nodded, the name making her feel sick. Y/n continued to put away things as Tony spoke.

“Well now that I want to get away from the business, Pepper and I are getting married next fall, she’s going to take over the company.”

Y/n almost dropped the mug in her hand as she heard what Tony had said. Her stomach dropped at the thought of Natasha doing what she wanted to do.

“Wow… that’s great!” She managed to force a smile despite feeling the tears in the corners of her eyes.

“I know! If you ever decide to visit us in Manhattan I’ll give you a tour.”

Tony hugged her before leaving the café.

Y/n leaned her body against the counter as she felt her lungs tighten. The whole world seemed to be against her, wanting her to feel miserable. But then again, she could’ve had that spot if she just had done what she always wanted to do, despite Bucky not being by her side. And now Natasha gets to live her dream life.

A man entered the shop and handed y/n her mail. She briefly looked over the addresses of the letters to see if there was anything important. Her breath got stuck in her throat as she read the sender of one of the letters. James Buchanan Barnes.

She opened the letter with shaking hands and found a card inside. She hesitated at first wondering why he would send her a letter. Maybe because he doesn’t have her phone number. Steve knows that she works at the shop so he probably told him where to send the letter to.

Her body filled with hope for the one she loved to still love her, only to be hit with disappointment.

It’s an invitation to his engagement party.

She tried to swallow the lump in her throat but it only seemed to get bigger as she read who signed it.

Bucky & Natasha.

Y/n looked up to tear her eyes away from the words. The tears now falling down her cheeks freely and she let them fall. Natasha truly got everything y/n ever wanted.

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be-a-snake-stab-your-brother · 5 years

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I agree with everything you said about Thor’s characterization in Endgame. I just wish they treated it a little bit less like a humorous add on to the film.

To start, I totally get why people didn’t like the humorous bent to Thor’s character in Endgame. You like or don’t like what you do, and that’s just how it is. (I mean, bananas and oatmeal…GROSS, right? Which I realize is heresy in some circles BUT GROSS DON’T INGEST THAT WHHYYYYYY????)

But I’m talkative tonight, so feel free to peace out before I go on a mini-meta.

For me, it was less laughing at Thor than the characters all laughing at a very uncomfortable situation because they didn’t know how else to react.

This is a personal interpretation, but it felt as if Thor was pushing this over-the-top version of himself. I mean, it’s that kind of all-or-nothing where you say to yourself, “well, I’m this far gone, why not go all the way?” It almost seemed as if the humor was perpetrated by Thor in order to distract from the incredible amount of pain he was in at that point, and his inability to ask for help. (And this is not blaming Thor for not asking for help. Help is not always available, and gods know the other surviving Avengers were dealing with their own issues, which adds yet another layer of guilt and discomfort. They knew how to win, but none of them knew how to lose, and how to process that staggering kind of loss.)

I mean, yes, Thor was played for laughs (and/or shock, and/or it’s funny because we and the other Avengers are deeply uncomfortable with this idea of Thor not being the pinnacle of - well, someone’s idea of being a deity), but I felt like there was this almost constant undercurrent of desperation or denial that made Thor’s scenes more sad than humorous. (Again, I may be projecting here.) Thor is likely to be completely self-aware as to how he must seem to everyone else at this point, so why not join in the facade of joviality? “Hahaha, I’m funny now, everything is fine, everything is a joke, nothing is fine but I’m not going to let on because I’m a god and supposed to be strong.”)

(And as a complete aside, it’s interesting to see the degree to which Thor has assimilated to Midgardian ((read: American)) culture in contrast to Valkyrie and the rest of the remaining Asgardians. There’s another analysis there but tonight is not the night to get into that.)

I can’t tell you what the writers/directors/actors reallllly intended. Maybe all they wanted to do was fuck around with Thor’s character, I honestly don’t know, I’m not good at reading those particular forms of tea leaves and I’ve seen enough discourse to want to steer very clear of that topic. (Now, in terms of characters becoming comic foils, I actually have more of an issue with Bruce Banner being comedic relief but at the same time, I suppose it’s character development that he’s no longer so dark and angsty and suicidal, which…is a very good message, overall. Things get better, right? And, you know, they can. And-and, hey, he is able to dab as Professor Hulk. Even though…what? But okay. Like, here I am on tumblr at the ripe age of “old-ish.” And our heroes, like us, are not static. And you can criticize the progression, but they are not stock characters, they do change and there’s something very…accessible in that, as we all change, whether we want to or not.)

ANYWAY, for me, Thor wasn’t played for that many laughs (I mean, yes, there were a handful of quips that were totally played for humor, not going to deny that), but I realize I am a lone lego-snake coming at this with a very particular history. Perhaps it was all meant to be a joke, in which case, okay cool, guys, I still took away something entirely else from the story. But ah, this is the beauty of creation. You control everything up until the point you share it. Movies, literature, music, visual art - it’s yours until it’s not yours anymore, no matter how many program notes/score indications you write.

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deepestclodneckghost · 5 years

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Strength

I didn't know true strength until I met him. He didn't seem like much more than a madman. He came into town tired and weak with no money and I took pity on him. I took pity on him and gave him food and a place to rest. He ate like a bear and slept like a log but, he didn't seem like anything special. He wasn't much of a talker but, occasionally I could hear him speak some gibberish language or he would thank me for my kindness. He would help with things around my land often. I would never see him do it but, one moment my fields would be empty and then seemingly in the blink of an eye I gazed at the already growing field or broken toys and furniture repaired and better than ever.

He was a kind soul but, I didn't know of his strength not yet at least. A scourge that exists on my land is a nearby empire. My country and there's have been at war for years now. It was hurting my farm greatly. I barely made it by each month. It was that fateful time again. I heard a knock at the door and I hesitated opening it.

Suddenly, the door swung open even before I could reach it. The solider was furious and ordered, " The next time we arrive. We are to be allowed in with ease." I looked down and nodded. The solider shoved my solider as he sat in a chair in the living room. "Where is the king's harvest?" He asked impatiently. Before I could answer, I felt his presence. The small spoken man stood in the doorway. "Do you have his payment for his labor?", The man asked quickly. The guard replied in a sharp tone, "It is an honor to help the king of Arckelm. That is payment enough. Who are yo-" The man cut him off and sighed, "This kind farmer is owed payment and you shall not touch a single grain of his harvest till he is payed." The solider laughed, " hahaha what makes you think you can give orders?" He drew sword and stared down the man as the guard raised his sword.

I was about to speak but, the kind man placed a hand on my shoulder and smiled softly. I relaxed and stayed silent. The man looked at the guard and held fire in his palm. The guard jumped back and looked startled. The titan removed his cloak looking ready to fight. As the full weight of the cloak hit the floor. We all felt as the floor seemed to bend under it's weight and the home shook alittle as it fell. The man spoke softly, "Do you really think you are ready for a fight against me?" The guard panicked and scrambled for the door leaving his sword behind him. The guard shouted as he rode his steed away, "You shall face the wrath of the empire". I sighed and laughed alittle. The man suddenly shy spoke softly, " I am incredibly sorry for the trouble I am causing but, I couldn't see you be taken advantage of." I laughed, "It is all under the rug . That solider, Thomas, is a scumbag anyways. I was in trouble with the king anyways. You did nothing wrong. Let's eat" The titan smiled at the thought of food and followed me as we sat at the table. It was a silent night then on. I noticed something odd that morning. The man sat right outside my door unmoving like he was guarding my home. I watched for a moment and went on my duties for the day. When it reached noon, a group of soliders rode up to my home. The man stopped them in their tracks and placed the sword into the ground. The commander with Thomas behind him shouted, "You have 1 minute before we attack you and take what is owed to the king" The man responded quickly, "As soon as you pay him, you can take what is paid for but until then, you shall not cross this sword". After a minute, the commander sent a solider. The man didn't move until, the solider was about to cross the line but, suddenly he was thrown back crashing into two other soliders. Then Thomas decided to swing his new sword towards the man but, it melted even before it touched him. The titan sighed and said, "Are you ready to pay?" I looked on as these events unfolded in awe.

The soliders tried to cross for hours. Then the commander annoyed got off of his steed. He looked down to the man and said, " It seems I can't move you. How about a wager? If I win, you stand aside and we take as much as we like. If you win, I pay for three times the worth of his harvest for every harvest we collect from now on" The titan raised an eyebrow and the commander continued, "The bet is without your magic or incredible strength to help you. We can beat you for a week and if you fall to both of your knees you fail. If you truly think, this is worth fighting for then I ask you to take this task. For if you don't I will place a bounty of that man's head and make his life a living hell." The titan agreed to the challenge. He dispelled all the magic he was using and wore the amulet the commander handed him seeping all his muscle power away from him. The man could barely raise his hand afterwords. I sat silent watching as this insane man took this challenge on. I thought he lost his only advantage without all his strength. I didn't know what true strength was. Not yet at least.

The man laughed at his weakened state and smiled. "I am ready whenever you are" he quipped almost mockingly. The commander punched him right in his gut. The man no longer smiling waited for a moment then stood tall again. Then the commander punched the man right in the face, the man's face bleed profusely. I tried to stop the man from continuing but, he raised a hand gently and I knew I couldn't stop him.

The commander tired sent his group of soliders to keep beating him. I didn't know what true strength was. He stood there being beaten and bloody beyond belief but, not for a moment did his knees even begin to look like they were buckling. The soliders punched with there gauntlets and threw rocks and hit his head, his jaws, his eyes, and anything else to try to make him crumble he did not fault for even a moment. I looked on in fascination. Confused by what held him up this long. On the third day, the soliders began drawing out their knives and creating marks all across his body and he bleed till there was a lake at his feet. On the fourth day, they moved to fire and scalded the man everywhere they could. Everytime leaving a deeper and darker mark yet he did not move. This continued for until the seventh day turned around. The man bruised and beaten to the point he could barely move looked at the commander and straightened himself up. He had begun to sink lower as the fifth and sixth day passed. The commander believed he saw an opportunity to win the wager and took it with eagerness. The commander took a iron staff and pulled back. Boom! A thunderous crack sounded as the staff hit the man's arm. He cried out in pain and sunk his head. The commander took another swing this time for the man's leg. Crack! The bone splintered under the force of the commander's swing. The man fell to one knee but, still he hadn't Los the challenge yet. He rose again even if it took him a moment. I couldn't stand this any longer. I ran out to the man and stopped the commander before he did his third swing. I asked for just one moment with the man and he agreed. I look at the man and he smiles softly. His face showed so much pain but, still his smile showed such an aura of kindness even in his horrid state. I didn't know strength. I asked, " why do you persist? You have done enough for me and I have barely done anything for you. You owe me nothing. Quit this bet and leave with whatever life you have left in you. He's about to kill you." The man laughed, "Do you know how many miles I had walked before I met you? 1000 Do you know how many people denied me help? A thousand more You saved me. You didn't care to ask for my name. You found me on the ground not far from death and you helped me. You asked nothing from me and kept helping me out of the kindness of your heart. You are a kind and good man. I owe you my life. I owe you to finish the challenge. My strength will hold me till the end." I cut him off and asked, " how do you still have strength? You have no magic and the amulet you wear takes all your power? What strength?" He chuckled and smiled his damn smile again, " that is not where strength resides. It is not in magic or in my muscles. It resides in my heart. You have shown me enough love to have enough strength to last 100 days. Please let me finish this challenge. There is only ten minutes left."

I attempt to protest until the commander tosses me aside obviously hurriedly. He knew the challenge was almost over. The man stood to face the commander and the commander sent a flurry of attacks and blows. It looked like lightening as it all passed in an instant.

Each punch made the man stand taller, each bruise and broken bone made him stronger. The commander became enraged and seemed to hit even stronger than before. A whirlwind of dust picked up around the two as blow for blow the commander kept going and still the man didn't move. Finally it was midday and the flurry ceased. The commander fell to his knees and the man looked down at him and bowed lightly. The man removed the amulet and his wounds slowly began to heal and everything became undone. The commander furious gave me four times the amount of gold for my crop and left. I didn't know strength until I met him.

The man looked on as the soliders left and he looked at me after they left the hill. He smiled as bright as could be and thanked me. He handed me the amulet and began to walk off.

I shouted to him as he moved away. "Wait I never asked. Who are you?" He laughed and said, "A titan". I didn't know what true strength was till I met him.

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