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clubtuan · 3 years

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Sorry, I couldn’t get to you

Pairing: Do Kyungsoo x female reader

Genre: The chilling adventure of Sabrina!au /witch!au /ansgt a lot of it/ mention of Swing Kids/ fluff / suggestive

Prompt : « I make my own happiness, and I hope you can too » - Sabrina Morningstar

A/N: I finish CAOS and I miss Kyungsoo. And I have Roh Kisoo feelings so yeah this happened, my first scenarios with EXO. And I totally wrote this listening to ‘’Say Something’’ by A Great Big World 90% of the time.

Word count : 5k

Rain was heavily falling that night, and your familiar, a black cat sitting next to you purring. Life as 24 year old witch in Seoul, but still a single 24 year old, life wasn’t that boring it was just that people were always asking you to introduce them to your boyfriend.. Hell who needs a boyfriend when their cousin is the king of Hell, or when your family is the known as the most powerful witches in this damn country ?

The smoke of your tea was long gone as the liquid turned cold, but a burnt smell came to your nostrils .. Park Chanyeol, the king of the under and your cousin.

‘’Hello cousin.

For the love of Satan, Chanyeol!’’ He laughed and take the place right next to you, taking off his crown. ‘’Hell is hella boring without you’’ he sighed.

The only thing you wanted to answer him was how earth was also a boring playground without him, and how Junmyeon wasn’t helping cause he probably was busy running the Academy of Unseen Arts.

You sighed, humans weren’t funny, working wasn’t funny, and plus your feet hurt, from working in Minseok’s small cafe. ‘’You’re a real drama queen Y/N’’ Said Chanyeol before readjusting his black oversized opened dress shirt. ‘’Go to a club, find a cute or bad boy looking guy and have some fun’’ He said picking up his bloody crown.

You couldn’t believe it, even your cousin was asking you to get .. well for the moment a one night stand, but still asking you to find a ‘someone’ ..

‘’Uh and before I forget honey, you may be a witch but black isn’t our only option here’ He disappeared before you could kill him or throw a pillow to his face.’’ -Unbelievable, was all you said after his exit.

You scanned your shelves full of spell books, ‘dark magic : a witchy way with demons’, other books about demons and others creatures you had to deal with, a big brown book caught your eyes and you smirk taking it in your hands. ‘’Boyfriend, here we meet’’ your cat meow looking at you ‘’I know buddy, but everyone says I should have someone so ..’’

To be real witches and wizards are known to have sex demons, and huge sexual orgies from time to time .. seriously what is the problem with witches and sex ?

Oh yeah Lilith was !

You find yourself in the bathroom that night, sculpting your future boyfriend in the wax of a few red candles. abs ? Check ! Cute looking butt ? Check ! Good look ? Check. Nice ?Also check !

‘’Let the doll sit in hot water for one to two days and your lover will be yours’’ you read out of the book.

The bathtub was full and ready, and your were casting the spell asking yourself the hell you were doing.

You clearly fell asleep, waiting to your full tub to see if anything would change .. but nope nothing really changed except the size of the wax doll, which was now a lot larger and not much looking like wax. Work was starting for another few hours but someone was ringing at your door at 9am. And the same someone didn’t wait for you to entered your apartment.

‘’Y/N? We know you’re here, the cat told us.’’ Aunties !

You exited your bathroom closing your door, they didn’t need to see your future love spell laying in hot water with rose petals !

‘’Aunties hi!’’ They both looked at you as if you were insane, well you totally looked like at the moment, your oversized black shirt, and dried mascara under your eyes !

‘’What are you doing ?’’

I’m creating my own boyfriend, cause people I work with, or I’m friend with ask me about my love life 24/7 .. nah you shouldn’t say that to your aunts or else they’ll kill you ..

‘’Nothing Aunt Zee ! I just need coffee cause I .. I .. Yeah coffee !’’

Both of your aunts looked at each other, but not in the suspicious way you tried to avoid, thanks Dark Lord ! ‘’Your cousin, ..’’ Aunt H started but you clearly were not listening to them. Looking at you bathroom door asking yourself a lot of question, does he has a name or you had to give him one ?

‘’Aunties, if you create someone out of .. never mind’’ you stopped yourself, they didn’t need to suspect you and your future « man »?

And the fact you wanted them out of here .. fast ! No need for them to see a stranger getting out of one of your rooms probably naked and confused !

You were bored to wait for anything to happen, and plus you received a text.

JUNMYEON:

You small witch, don’t forget about the Coven party in 2 days.

If you’re not here, I’ll kill u under the full moon babe xox

What a best friend ! You once again totally forgot about this little Coven thing at Minseok cafe he was hosting with Baekhyun.

Witches parties were always too much, even more if Byun Baekhyun was the one throwing the said party. Going back to the 50s (like literally), ghosts ..

To be honest you wanted your Saturday night to be a rerun of « Sabrina, the teenage witch » under a plaid on your couch with pizza, beer and tteokbokki, not a extravagant party with all your Coven.

BAEKHYUNIE:

Get ready for the night of your witchy spicy life, cause your god fairy mother (me!!)

got some friend who are single & ready to mingle !

YOU:

Baek, no more weird goblin or any magical creatures !

Plus you are late I’ve a date !

His only response was a few shocked emojis, and a few seconds later another text : I’m behind your door with food !

But Baekhyun, being Baekhyun he didn’t ring the bell and come into your home with a huge goofy smile on his lips.

‘’Don’t look at me like that, I’ve got your fav’’

Why everybody was coming to visit you today ? Normally your apartment was cozy and calm .. but not today ! For Satan’s love !

Baekhyun was one of your closest friend, but also a dark fairy and Chanyeol’s right arm.

And fairies loves to party way too much, it was in their personality ! But the cutest thing was his pointy ears.

‘’ So, my lil friend got herself a date ?’’

And fairy were all about gossips! You simply smiled and nodded at your friend. No need to say too much !

‘’Sooo ..’’ You tried to start another conversation ‘’ How is hell today ?’’

He lifted one of his eyebrow ‘’ Yeol was here last night, don’t try to escape my questions woman’’

Maybe you should have stuff your mouth with rice and onions !

Your fairy friend talked and talked, asking you a few questions about your date for the party. You nodded and made a few ‘’oh!’’ ‘’mhmm’’ but must importantly you were eating and trying to avoid his questions.

Until that one moment when Baekhyun suddenly stopped talking, and was looking behind you his mouth wide open.

‘’Sorry babe, I was a bit long’’

Babe ? You turned in your sit and your eyes dropped to a towel, one of your black towel hanging low on some hips, well defined hips to say, and as your eyes were going up to see who that was, you followed a happy trail, your mouth watered at the sight, happy trail being one of your weakness in a man. After his define stomach and sun kissed glowing skin. His heart shaped lips looked so kissable and full, his dark eyes hided behind tick black frame of glasses. God he was beautiful, more than that to be honest, his voice sounded like honey to your ears, his cute hand slowly scratching the back of his head. You watched a few drop of water running on his chest.

Next you saw a lot of beauty marks on his naked skin, a galaxy of beauty marks. The man got you hypnotized with one sentence, this spell was something !

‘’Hey, you must be Baekhyun ! Y/N told me about you’’ you were drinking his every words just like Baekhyun was. ‘’I’m Do Kyungsoo’’

Dark lord even his name sounded so heavenly (damn for a dark lord follower, you think a lot about heaven right now), after his introduction he excused himself to get dress.

‘’Is this your date ?’’ Murmured Baekhyun with too much excitement ‘’Damn girl you just hit the lotto !’’

Your first few days with Kyungsoo was surprisingly good, he already known a lot about you. Because to created him you dropped some drops of blood in the potion.

You asked silly questions to Kyungsoo, just to get to know him better: ‘’Bubble tea or Iced coffee ?’’ sure he was your creation but he still has his own personality. Your afternoon been filled with laughs, his hand in your hair, under your shirt, and finally you naked on top of him. His hands on your hips left some marks just like his plump lips and teeth drew love bites on your collarbone and others behind your ear. Your long black nails left marks on his back from the pleasure .. hell this man gonna be the end of your sanity !

‘’I’m glad you bring me to life’’ his arm was wrapped around your waist, and his lips continued their way in the back on your neck. You never expect anything with this incantation, you never expect the perfect man to came to life in your bathtub but here you were laying under your sheet naked, with Kyungsoo showing his love to you. Drawing abstract shapes on your skin, following your own moles creating a galaxy with his fingers.

Your friends and family were totally shocked to see him next to you, the Saturday night at the Coven party.

Even your aunt fell under his spell, and Chanyeol almost gave him his throne. Kyungsoo always had an answer to every questions about your relationship, his hand never left your side that night, or you find his lips on your cheek every other times.

Do Kyungsoo might be the result of your spell, but you totally were under his.

Days with Kyungsoo were sweet, full of adventures and funny. Sex was insanely good, (yes might be a witch thing but thanks Lilith) the feeling of his hand tracing your body, or even his lips on your skin. Or just his eyes on you were making you feel like the most wanted woman on the earth, Kyungsoo has his ways.

His moles were your favorite thing to kiss after his pillowy lips, but the must was the little mole on his top lip. And for Kyungsoo his lips found their home right under your breast, on ink saying ‘Witch’ he always said your tattoo was full of sarcasm.

Were you suppose to fall to your own creation ?

Your cat was laying on your bed, his head in Kyungsoo’s hand as his was caressing him. You watched him laying underneath your sheet, his chest on full display as your bedding was on his hips hiding a bit of his nakedness. ‘’You know I think he quite like you’’ you said to him ‘’Yeah he is purring, and I like him too .. he is like a part of you’’

You smiled looking at them, the sun was hitting Kyungsoo’s skin in all the right place making you craving him again, on the spot. His skin against yours, his finger interlaced with yours, his low groans .. he was hotter than hell.

Your black familiar exited the room as soon as you found a place on your mattress. ‘’You look cute with my shirt on’’ his hands traveled under the cotton of the shirt, tracing the shape of your chest. He smelled so nice just like lavender and woodland (a/n: if you ever smelled ‘autumn night’ by yankee candle this is the smell I’m talking about), everything about him was comforting, cozy and making you feel somehow safe. His lips right underneath your left ear, his right hand playing with the side of your black laced panty.

He was addicting just like a drug, now he was in your life you couldn’t imagine not having him anymore. Kyungsoo became a part of you, like a missing piece of puzzle and thanks to magic you finally completed the puzzle.

The way he made you feel was crazy, almost too crazy to be real. His breath hitting your neck made you moan even more than his hands running your body, and his length hitting every spots.

Days were brighter than before, spring was almost there cherry blossom were about to bloom, just like you now. And the night getting warmer but for once your bed felt empty and kind of cold without the raven haired boy sleeping next to you.

‘’Y/N ! ARE YOU ISANE ????’’

You woke up to Chanyeol screaming and tearing off his black hair. ‘’Yeol it’s 3 am, the fuck you want now ?’’ You asked, ready to kill him.

‘’Do Kyungsoo ? Huh ?? More like Roh Kisoo ! I can’t believe you invoke a freaking ghost to pretend to be your fucking fuck buddy’’

What ? A ghost ? Fuck buddy ? You were lost, totally lost and you cousin still panicked in front of your bed. ‘’ A ghost, what ? Who’s a ghost ?’’ He sighed loudly. ‘’Cousin, the aunties will legit kill you’’

Your only question was ‘who the fuck is Roh Kisoo ?’ He sighed once again before showing a beige folder (there’s folder in hell ? Anyway that is not the question)

‘’Cousin, he is dead, Do Kyungsoo isn’t real his name was Roh Kisoo, North Korean soldier. He used to tap dance, he was killed because he was about to kill an American soldier on stage’’

You couldn’t believe what Chanyeol was telling you .. you did not invoke a dead soldier, you created him out of wax. ‘’Chanyeol .. I created him. I do not fuck with dead’’

He stopped all his talking to look at you, dead in the eyes (no joke here). Your knees were against your chest as you sit on your mattress, ‘’He lied to me’’ you said softly. Your eyes filled with tears, you couldn’t believe you fell in love with your creation but he seemed so human, probably too human you were now thinking .. cause he been alive once.

Chanyeol wrapped his arms around you, even the king of hell could not bear to see his cousin and best friend crying. ‘’Love, do-does his heart beat ?’’ You looked up at him not really understanding why would it change if his heart was beating or not ? ‘’ If his heart beat, it means two things .. one he has feeling for you and second h-he .. he would become human, 100% human once again and believe his past life is just a dream .. Well his memories of the war and all being a dream’’

‘’And y/n..’’ He started again ‘’ you were in his past life .. his lover actually even if he never confessed or anything to you he loved you as Roh Kisoo .. that’s why he came to you as you created him’’

He put his hands on your eyes, and suddenly flashes of images, of him with shaved hair, kaki clothes, tap dancing, working on things, him stealing a kiss, stealing one of your kiss I the board of daylight, your death with two others persons you didn’t know and finally his own death.

The perk of being the king of hell was having ‘infos’ about people’s previous lives, and Chanyeol was shoving you Kyungsoo past life.

After your cousin exit, you didn’t sleep that night. You felt so small at the time watching the night lights by your window, thinking about everything that happened for the last two months of your life.. getting him, feeling happy and in love (a thing you never felt or lived before), how were you supposed to say all these things to Kyungsoo ?

Were you supposed to giving him up ? Send him back (yeah but were ?) ? Make him human ?

That morning Junmyeon made fun of you ‘looking like a panda’.

‘’ Y/N ?’’ He been calling your name for the last five minutes but your mind was anywhere but in Minseok’s cafe, jumping from memories to memories you created for the last 2 months.

The light was hitting your living room, a cup of coffee in your hand as you sit on your couch right next to Kyungsoo who was reading one your book. At the time everything felt right, as you were looking at him forgetting your cup in your hands, trying to find a single thing on him that was wrong .. but nothing was wrong.

‘’You know, I’ll not disappear love’’ you chuckled at his words, fearing that yes someday he’ll be gone.

His hand find it place on your knee, and his lips on your temple was comforting you and made you blush as a teenager.

At the time everything was simpler, you needed help .. but from who ?

You couldn’t bear to see Kyungsoo, not knowing how you’ll react in front of him, what to tell him, would you kiss him ? Let him make love to you ? Slap him ? Fall apart ? Break his heart ? (you didn’t know if his heart was beating .. if he was human or just the memory of his past life in wax)

YOU:

We need to talk aunties.

You were adult and you needed to face your mistakes, and you were finally doing it. The drive to your aunt’s was the longest it ever was and you felt heavy.

You spent a long time sitting in your car before entering the house, feeling a lot of shame, heartbroken, facing your mistake was harder than expected.

The second you saw your aunts you couldn’t keep your feelings together and start crying.

‘’ Chanyeol told us Y/N and even if your aunt wanted to scold you .. it’s not right to do now’’ started one of your aunt.

Aunt Zee was smoking but not saying anything, you knew she was disappointed. You felt totally out of place if you teleport yourself in a volcano you would to it right away.

‘’ I suppose Chanyeol explain you, the two options you have ?’’ Was Aunt Zee first worlds, you nodded.

‘’ If his heart beat or not, I could send him back or I can make him human.. ’’ your were stop by Aunt H ‘’ If you make him human, you know he’ll not remember you and what you both lived’’

Hearing that broke your heart even more, he couldn’t forget you if wasn’t right.

‘’ But he will kind of stay connected to you, as he has a part of you being your magic. So he is and will be a wizard.’’ Said your second aunt.

All you needed was time, a thing you didn’t have. One last time with him before choosing send him back or making him human and forget everything about you.

‘’But most important if his heart is beating, your trace will forever haunt him. Without him know why and who you are, love’’ said Aunt H, caressing your arm as comfort.

‘’ I can’t kill him’’

Yours aunties listened to you, telling them why and how to ‘created’ him, how happy he was making you, how human he seemed and now you knew why .. you told them everything, even wishing you had a last night with him.

Aunt Zee granted your wish, but tomorrow morning you had to say goodbye to love.

You never expected finding him dressed in his favorite black jumper and his ripped bleu jeans cooking in your kitchen with a glass full of white wine waiting for you next to his.

Your eyes filled with tears when his scent hit you, your head on his chest. ‘’ Let’s stay like this for a moment, please’’ you didn’t want him to see you like that.

The smile dancing on his lips broke you inside one more time, he looked so innocent in front of you, not knowing, almost like a child.

‘’You know babe, tonight there’s a shower of shooting stars let’s watch it’’ Yixing told him, even if he never met the Chinese wizard in real like they met on FaceTime, your friend was crazy when Baekhyun, once mentioned you had someone.

You simply nodded, even of shooting stars couldn’t help you this time.

The time moved so fast as if it was teasing you, your eyes never left Kyungsoo, too afraid to forgot him or to miss a beauty mark or the way his eyes were when he was smiling, looking at you.

Looking at him was the hardest thing you had ever done that night, you were giving up on him and you couldn’t say anything.

The view from the balcony of your appartement was incredible but the only thing you watched was him not the stars traveling the dark sky.

Even the moon seems ridiculous next to him, his glasses sat on his nose and his hair was a bit longer, his fringe hitting the frame of the glasses softly.

He turned his head to look at you, his hand caressed your cheek and his lips collided on yours, his kiss was full of passion, slow. Time stopped when his lips met yours, and you felt his heart pounded underneath your hand.

His heart was beating ..

‘’ .. I love you’’ His eyes were still closed and his lips still so closed to yours, and his thumb caressing your face.

Once again his lips crashed on yours, more intense this time. Yours hands holding the material of his jumper. ‘’Don’t ever forget about me’’ you whisper. His fingers slipped under the coton of your shirt, he pulled you even closer to him, as if no one else in the world existed. ‘’Never’’ you knew his answer was a lie but you needed it.

The time actually stopped at that moment the last time he made love to you, the stars and clouds were not moving and no sounds were heard, a spell to stop time was dangerous and only a powerful witch could to do but at the time it was your last priority.

It was the softest Kyungsoo ever showed you the way he loved you, he was taking his time with you that night as if he knew it was surely the last time. Looking at you his eyes were full of stars and his hands felt like velvet on your skin.

That night you refused to fall asleep, your head stayed on his chest listening to his heartbeat, his words playing over and over in your head, the way he confessed on that night was the hardest to accepted to you.

CHANYEOL:

I’m sorry cousin,

I tried to give a little bit more with him.

He make you happy I know.

You left your bed after reading the text to finally cried yourself to sleep in your bathroom, your hand on your mouth trying to muffled the sound.

The floor was freezing when you woke up, everything felt freezing in your house, in your body. Once you remembered, tears were running your cheeks and this time you didn’t shut yourself and screamed in agony.

He was gone.

He was gone and you were alone.

The first week was the hardest, you didn’t left your room and the last piece of him that was the shirt you wore that night.

The tissue did not smelled like him anymore.

Every day, every hour you were waiting for him to open your door arms full of bags from the grocery store ready to cook you something.

Chanyeol, yours aunts, Yixing, everyone tried to contact you, but you never answered them.

Every night Chanyeol wait for you to sleep and came, he was feeling guilty and you were his best friend. Every night he did the same, he tucked you and stroked your hair. Hoping one day you would be able to find peace with yourself, but that wasn’t the only thing on his plan !

You sat at your kitchen bar, you computer in front of you but all you did was staring at your window, your chin resting in your left hand.

You didn’t even watch Chanyeol sitting right in front of you searching something in one of his books. ‘’Cousin, aren’t you suppose to do mails stuff ?’’

‘’Chanyeol, aren’t you suppose to do king of hell stuffs?’’ Your sarcasm did in fact burn like hell !

‘’You know I became the king of underworld, so you selfishly could stay on earth and do selfish human things as the bratty witch you are’’

Why was Chanyeol even here at this point ? He wasn’t wrong, to be honest. All you did for the last few days was crying, sleeping, and being a brat to everyone who tried to help you what so ever.

‘’Cousin, life have so much to offer’’

‘’Fake, life sucks and I feel so done with it’’ He sighed loudly, feeling done with you.

Ignoring yours friends, cousin, aunts was purely selfish and you knew it but at this point you clearly didn’t give a damn .. but at the same time it was your fault and only your fault, if you didn’t use this spell, just to shut people and their needs to talk about your life.

It’s been 3 weeks, the first been the miserable one, the two second mark the start of the ‘new you’.

You were purely self-destructive at this point, losing Kyungsoo hurt you but what you did to yourself was worst. Invoking sex demons, trying spell to not feel anything, everything was good to ‘make you forget’.

‘’You know Sehun, fuck Satan and all that witchy shit’’

You were clearly drunk, and Sehun knew he shouldn’t give you anymore drinks but his pub had the best reputation with the witch population of Seoul, you lost the count of drinks you already drank.

‘’ You probably should go at home and sleep Y/N, I dont need the king of Hell to come and kill me’’

‘’Chanyeol ? He can kiss my ass ! Y’all can kiss my ass’’ your drunk behavior wasn’t a pretty sight.

After that Sehun didn’t understand a word you said, you were half crying, half mumbling. Poor bartender did not has the choice but to call Chanyeol to have an explanation and to get you back at your apartment.

‘’ Y/N you can’t live your life off ‘not feeling anything’ spells’’

Cold water woke you up, you stood in you shower fully clothed and your cousin holding the shower head.

‘’Why the hell are you doin’ that ?’’

‘’You asshole, needed a wake up call’’

Chanyeol was tired of seeing you being a danger to yourself, and decided enough was enough.

The heavy weight on your shoulders dropped suddenly and you body followed dropping in your cousin’s arms. ‘’ I just miss him so much Yeol’’

He watched tears rolling on your cheeks, not saying anything but his hand caressing your back.

Even if lives are connected Chanyeol couldn’t guarantee Kyungsoo’s comeback, your two souls might be connected since the beginning but the way they forced Kyungsoo into his human form couldn’t guarantee anything about their futur or life together. But he couldn’t tell you all that, like he couldn’t say he was following the man everyday.

And that you left your mark on him, he was now a wizard.

‘’ I’m here Y/N you can sleep’’

He laid you down on your bed, caressing your hair and projecting dreams in your head to give you a break, Chanyeol was the king of Hell, but he was hurt seeing his best friend and cousin living like that, he was ready to fight anyone so you could be happy again and to see you eyes full of stars just like when you were looking at Kyungsoo.

Chanyeol always knew that Kyungsoo’s heart was beating he felt it the first time he met him. And right after that he started his search about the man.

After that night you practically lived in the academy, teaching younger witches just like your aunts wanted. Reading books to perfect your magic. ‘’You know since you came to the academy everything seems simpler’’ Said your colleague Jongdae ‘’ Kids seems to like having one of the most powerful witch of the century teaching them stuffs’’ You nodded.

‘’Sorry Jongdae but I’m taking my cousin out for lunch’’

Chanyeol took you to Chinatown, celebrating one of his friend opening his own restaurant .. who were you to say no to free food ?

Lunch was nice, a private room for the two of you and all the best food on the menu. ‘’So the academy ?’’

‘’It’s good, kids are funny .. Yeol did you .. like killed someone for this guy ?’’

He laughed a bit too much ‘’ Not, it’s a guy a met not long ago and we became friends .. he is like us ‘magic’ he’ll come to see us’’

You nodded, finishing you plate and drinking a bit of the Chinese whisky that was left in your cup.

Chanyeol left you to go the to toilet, what type of cousin is he ? He need to go to the toilet when his friend was supposed to met the two of you ? Asshole !

The door opened and your phone vibrated at the same time a text from you cousin, why was he sending you a text when coming back in the private room ?

CHANYEOL:

I find him for you ..

Who did he find for you ?

‘’Chanyeol ?’’ You knew the voice, you once again felt the time stop when you turned around finding .. Do Kyungsoo in a chef attire.

Do Kyungsoo was the friend of Chanyeol, the one he wanted you to meet ..

‘’You are ?’’ Right he forgot about you. ‘’Oh yeah you’re Y/N .. Chanyeol told me a lot about you and you’re like the most powerful in our coven’’

A single tear rolled onto your cheek, you find him .. he was in front of you.

You finally find him, thanks to Chanyeol.

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91percentpynch · 3 years

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the cut that always bleeds - kevaaron au pt 3

kejerejean stans? this one is for you. no seriously this one is out of jean‘s point of view? cuz honestly i love that hoe so much. as always get your tissues ready guys. this is actually kinda long? and a mess? and no one beta read it so if there are mistakes or it doesn‘t make sense i‘m sorry!! this is not that sad? tw: mention of murder, mention of physically hurting someone, mention of stabbing, mention of the nest, mention of trauma

check this out to find the other parts:)

Jean has always been a light sleeper. He had to be in order to survive the horrors of Evermore.

So naturally the sobs - as silent as they might have been - woke him up. His eyes opened at once, he sat straight up. Almost automatically he got to his feet and left the room to get to Kevin.

After all, comforting Kevin was like breathing to him.

Jeremy followed Jean, because he would always follow Jean. Jeremy was like a moth and Jean was the light. Wherever he went Jer would follow.

So they went to Kevin‘s room. The striker laid in his bed, curled up, phone in his hand, uncontrollable sobs escaping his mouth.

„I see you took the call this time“, Jean said, surprisingly gentle.

„I wanted to end it. I wanted to have a clear cut. So tell me, why does the cut still bleed?“, Kevin whispered, his voice barely audible.

„Because it‘s a cut that always bleeds“, Jeremy told Kevin as he came closer, carefully and ever so gentle placing his hands on the other boy‘s back.

„He said he wants me to come back to him“, Kevin whispered while holding onto himself as if to try to stop himself from falling apart. „He told me he misses me. That he only gets high when he misses me“

It was quiet in the dark room, shadows were dancing, just as Aaron and Kevin used to dance in the dead of night underneath the night sky.

„You did the right thing Kev“, Jean replied in French while he got into the Bed behind Kevin. Just like they used to do in the Nest.

When Kevin was in his arms he began to hum a French lullaby into his ear.

Jeremy joined them after a second of admiring his beautiful boyfriend and the broken boy in his arms.

„Dude, do you want something? Hot coca? A special Knoxian hug? Us to get Andrew to gut that bastard? Wait, hold on. I forgot. Twin brother. Well, I can gut him for you? Andrew and this is a word by word quote told be once ‚You‘re like a little unicorn in a world full of wolfs with razor sharp teeths, learn to gut the wolfs, stay safe‘, so he taught me how to stab someone? Yeah okay that is not the topic right now, I can still gut Aaron though. I mean Andrew would try to hurt me, but then again I‘m his best friend so he does not have the rights to gut me, right?“, Jeremy offered him a toothy grin, while his hand wandred to his neck rubbing it nervously.

„Can you please not gut him? First of all: Andrew already tried to choke me once when Josten was in danger and I told them where he was, cause apparently yOu DoN‘t KeEp ThOsE tHiNgS tO yOuRsElF yOu FuCkInG mOrOn. I think you do keep those things to yourself if the other option is to get fucking murdered by the mafia??? But what do I know, am I right? After all I‘m just a narcistic, Exy-obsessed asshole without a personality. Bonus I have anxiety, panic attacks, probably depression and I‘m unlovable“, Kevin mumbled into his pillow, the voices of the other foxes, of the other teams inside of his head.

„Did they tell you that?“, Jeremy asked, not quite able to hide the sadness and pain in his voice.

„Doesn‘t eveyone think that?“, Kevin asked. „I mean I think they tend to forget that the woman who gave birth to me, the last woman who geniuely loved me besides maybe Abby, invented the job. I think they tend to forget that the fucking mafia killed her when they found out I‘m not theirs by nature, so the only solution was apparently fucking murder. Then they kidnapped me, brainwashed and tortured me to the point where all I knew was Exy. Oh and maybe they also tend to forget that Ravens were only ever allowed to do Exy, if you were privilegded enough sleep, and do more Exy“

„Kevin you are so much more than that“, Jean whispered into Kevin‘s ear while pressing him against his chest. Just as they used to do in the Nest. „I might be mad at you, because you left me alone with those psychopaths. I used to think you didn‘t care about me. But you were just like me, okay with less scars and less you know. However I cannot say I wouldn‘t have done the same. I understand you now, Kevin. And please, please stop saying those things. And now let us cuddle you and let Jer go through his ridiculous post break-up list. We‘re gonna cuddle you and all you have to do is trying to fall asleep. Used to help me when I was alone at USC. Could only sleep properly when someone held me. Well, Jeremy. Tomorrow we‘ll shove unhealthy food down your throat and watch Downton Abbey or whatever those historcial dramas you love so much are called. While stroking your hand or whatever you‘re into big boy. Afterwards we‘ll take the dogs out and force you to watch the fucking sunset. And I‘ll hold your fucking hand“

Kevin supposed the middle of the night was the time of long lost truths. „Okay“, he mumbled while he moved closer to Jean. Replacing his smell with Jean‘s. It took him a while to fall asleep but he managed.

At the same time Jeremy said „Mi amor, I love you, I really do, but that was literally the most romantic thing you said in the past two years? That is way more romantic than ANY date you ever planned for me? Rude? The audacity?“

„Moi soleil, you don‘t have the ‚cult kidnapped me and tortured me‘ card you can pull, you get the bonus treatmeant of any other people. Besides I literally have matching tattoos with you? I drew you like multiply times? I wrote like a dozen poems and at LEAST one short story? I wrote you a fucking lullaby? You have no right to complain right now, or you‘ll loose your kissing privileges and I give them to Kevin“

„Eww gross“, Kevin mumbled.

„I don‘t remeber you saying that back in the Nest“, Jean replied, poking his cheek.

Kevin didn‘t have the energy to answer. It was a long day. Sleep could have him for the day. Death’s little sister might claim him for the night.

This night he dreamed about Aaron. Strong arms around his waist. Golden eyes locking with smaragd ones. They were on some lonely beach, kissing lazily while the water kissed their feet. It was a beautiful day. Not as beautiful as Aaron, but then again nothing would ever be as beautiful as this specific piece of art. Everything was alright. Everything was good. Why couldn‘t it be the real Aaron and the real Kevin on that beach.

At about noon Kevin woke up to a drooling Jeremy on his stomach and the smell of waffles and soft French swearing in the kitchen. Softly Kevin woke Jeremy up.

„Sorry I always end up on weird angles and drooling on random guys. Jean used to get so mad when I fell asleep in his lap. But you can‘t take him serious when he looks with you with heart eyes trying to be Mad, can you? Anyways we should probably go to him and help him? Oh wait hold on a hot second there. I‘m banned from the kitche, so we can sleep? Right? Right?“

„I hate to break this to you Jer, but it‘s noon. So, no we cannot sleep. You can choose my clothes, though. I know you love going through my stuff and playing dress the doll, Kevin Day edition“, Kevin almost smiled at Jeremy, when he looked up at him pouting.

Then he remembered another blonde boy, pouting at him when he told him no. Another constellation of freckles around another, straight, perfect nose. Sinful lips softly turned up, trying to look mad. Hazel eyes instead of ocean blue ones. Messy blonde curles, instead of soft badly dyed ginger ones. Strong arms instead of lean ones covered in flower tattoos. God, Kevin missed his Aaron.

No, not his. Not anymore

„Okay, but you have to wear to fab outfit I‘ll throw in your face“, Jeremy gave him another easy, toothy grin.

Slowly the other boy got out of bed and went over to the cabet. Slowly Jer went through Kevin‘s cloths. After a while he slowly turned around, holding a jersey that is obviously by far too small for Kevin in front of his face. „What is that? Why do you still have his jersey? Babe, you gotta get rid of that, rather sooner than later“

Jeremy had the weird habit of calling his friends babe, baby, dude or bro. Before Jean he called his boyfriends bro or dude as well, but Jean was so confused by it he quickly stopped doing it.

„First of all: I‘m a weak ass bitch, it smelled of it. And secondly maybe I wanna stab it once I‘m over the phase where I‘m like madly missing him?. I‘d just put it into a pillow, stab at it like a maniac and then set it on fire. I didn‘t grow up with a psychopath as my supposed best friend for nothing Jer“

„Okay? Well I got your clothes. And you‘ll look amazing, cause it‘s the FOX ONSIE I GOT YOU!!! I‘ll wear my onsie as well, and I‘ll force Jean to wear his one as well!! Much fun!! Much wholesome!!“

So that‘s how Kevin Day, queen of Exy, landed sandwiched between his childhood crush and long life crush on their couch, watching Downton Abbey with a plate of waffles on his lap. This was nice. He might had actually enjoyed it, if this wasn‘t his and Aaron‘s show. They used to watch it, cry over it together, make out while watching it.

Thank God didn‘t actually touch him while watching Downton Abbey, he was good at daydreaming. Kevin would just had preteneded that it was Aaron and he thought him breathing Aaron‘s name was the last thing any of them needed today.

After their Downton Abbey marathon they ordered pizza, against Kevin‘s better judgement. Another traditon Kevin shared with Aaron. At finals Aaron would often forget to eat and Kevin was too big of a mess to be bothered to cook so he would end up ordering something every single day and feeding it Aaron while he studied on the floor. Occasionally he would earn a soft kiss, growing hungrier when the night grew darker. God Kevin missed the soft lips on his own.

Kevin would have enjoyed the beach, wouldn‘t he be dressed in a fox onsie, holding hands with a 6“5 guy who looked like he both could and would kill you in a unicorn onsie holding two tiny dogs in his other hand and with a 5“4 dude in a matching unicorn onsie with two dogs that were almost bigger than him.

At least this didn‘t remind him on Aaron.

Well, actually. The way the ocean softly kissed the sand, reminded him of his dream. And of the endless trips to the beach, sleeping in the car, Aaron on top of him. Lazy kisses and warm hugs. It was the first place Aaron took Kevin after their rehab. It was the first night they spent together, as sober men. Well, not sober per se. But drunk and high on each others love. It might had been the most painful memory of the day. God he missed those strong arms around his waist.

Nontheless the pain got less, he felt almost numb. Kevin liked feeling numb. Nothing hurt when you feel numb.

The sunset was beautiful. It reminded him of golden hairs, freckles standing against golden skin, soft lips at his ears, his neck, the corner of his lips.

„Aaron you‘re supposed to look at the sunset, you shithead“, Kevin used to smile down at him. „But I‘m already looking at the most beautfiul thing this world has to offer“, Aaron replied smoothly, locking eyes with Kevin.

When the moon took the place of his long lost lover they decided to go back.

It was safe to say that no one dared to think that someone would wait for them there. Especially not the one person they tried to avoid by all means the entire day.

„You said to stop calling. Never mentioned face to face conversations“, a husky voice said. And Kevin‘s world stopped.

#all for the game #the foxhole court #the raven king #the king’s men #kevin day #aaron minyard #kevaaron #ship: kevaaron

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tsuna-sora · 3 years

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Hi, yes hello. Good day all my gender and none gender darlings <3 This is gonna be a long winded salt post about the current state of mlb and the fandom and if that’s not for you feel free to skip this post as you please dear. I want your comfort as a priority and you do you. And for people who disagree with me I’ll kindly ask you not to engage on this post please keep scrolling and don’t let me have any bearings on your day. I will not interact to dispute this post cause I’m kinda tired of stuff if that’s alright with you. Love you. OKAY. *breaths* As someone who when it comes to Miraculous Ladybug fanfiction only goes into the Adrienette tag and never got the urge to see other ships in fics ever since the start of this show till now, I can safely say that I am indeed an Adrienette shipper.... yah know EXCEPT FOR CURRENT CANON. Because, this may shock everyone who likes this ship, the relationship they have in fanfiction and canon is not the same thing anymore. This series canon writing has been atrocious since the start of S3 (if not the middle of S2 where I could notice things were in the start of going in a weird /later confirmed bad/ direction)

So this is just a thing I wanted to say, hey like could y'all kindly not deliberately go into tags of your notp’s and harass shippers in their own tags/blogs? Cause that’s like, not raaad my dude. \(uwu)/ And tag stuff accordingly if you disagree? Please and thank you for being an amazing human being? And be polite if you wanna debate them? And if your not sure the poster is open to it please first ask/check with them for consent for that debate? :3c

Also can we like not dismiss someone’s extremely valid points and logical points that they wrote/pointed out as flaws and/or good points and well written parts just because *le gasp* they ship Adrienette or Lukanette and/or Adrigami instead of what you ship or is endgame in canon! Blasphemy!

Okay now for the serious note, Marinette is always punished for shit she didn’t do to the point her embarrassment and distress in Truth made me cry and have an attack that later made me finally quit the show. (if you want to see that distress post it’s here) One of my bff’s who writes Adrienette fics on AO3 also hates the writing and destruction of characters in this entire show at this point and agrees that the writing for the characters has been shit, Marinette is both a great person and then suddenly a freak for plot reasons, Adrien is a saint except he literally is not and him not learning lessons is the worst representation and image for young boys ever, every single character has been distorted to fit plot instead of providing it, but they keep watching for lore for their fic and have been explaining to me what happened since then. So yes I know about Lies through them and osmosis of bloggers I follow. And some of them holy molly are Lukanette or Adrigami and even Marigami blogs because that doesn’t matter to me one fucking bit because they’re freakin’ darlings of people who tag stuff properly and aren’t rude to others or have ever been rude to me and the points they make are valid. Just as I also follow a lot of dedicated Adrienette only blogs and in fact what all of these have in common is that when I interact with them or ask stuff they all have been nothing but fluffy bunnies I wanna kidnap into my home.

Just as some other people have also pointed all these things out even tho they are also Adrienette shippers.

( Tipo EU, e outras pessoas muito giras que só shipam Adrienette )

Who have been silenced by the other majority. If you don’t agree with me that’s FINE. That’s why I put that first part of the post informing you that if you read this till this point I don’t want to debate out my experience of Miraculous if it doesn’t mirror yours. And you don’t see the same things I did. That’s okay my dude. :c

IT’S FINE I LOVE YOU ANYWAY AND I WANT YOU HAPPY.

MY POINT IS *deep breaths* someone being a Lukanette shipper saying that Truth is a bad episode and presenting reasons outside their ship for it is valid. An Adrigami shipper pointing out that Lies is badly written and posting logical points that have nothing to do with the ship is valid.

You know what’s not valid?

Dismissing someone’s argument cause you went into their blog and noticed they shipped a certain ship even tho their debate/post had no ships involved as points of argument to begin with and then decided to harass/dismiss them and their post directly at them.

Guys we need to be kinder to each other. We need to respect each other. We need to understand that some people only like the shipping in a show. Some people only like to discuss writing of shows. Some people like to salt, others not at all. Some post things as an outlet not wanting different interaction/debate, others do want people to discuss and debate. ALL OF THIS IS GREAT AND FINE. BUT WE NEED TO RESPECT AND BE KIND TO EACH OTHER.

I have not been a perfect example of this and I am a mature person who can admit this. So if I unintentionally did this to you? I’m sorry. I will hear the person speaking to me and check myself and correct my behavior for next time. And so can you because I believe you are a good person.

I had proof of this very recently where me and someone else had a misunderstanding within a post and we ended up talking and we cleared up stuff. Turns out that person did not want to make me feel bad at all. We just had a case of me being a none English speaker and not being able to make my entire point super cohesive and them getting a wrong idea and it snowballing from there.

Which is also something I wanna point out. Please don’t forget that some people aren’t native English speakers and may not be able to explain themselves fully to you or cohesive enough. Be patient and before you think they are debating something without pointing out this thing or x forgot to point out something in their post ask them about it politely if they have an opinion on it or if maybe they forgot to mention? Jesus where am I going with this post at this point. Okay what I want everyone to take away from this is that we shouldn’t be fighting each other. We shouldn’t be dismissing and harassing each other. You know what we should be doing? Beating up Thomas Austruc and his writing team with sticks and DEMANDING BETTER WRITING FOR THIS SHOW AND ALL OUR SHIPS BE THEY CANON OR NOT ALL OF US TOGETHER---- Okay pitch fork revolution idea aside I just wanted to stop people from using a ship as a means to hurt each other. We all liked or still like MLB and I want us to be above this stuff. I believe in us cause I’m a stupid shounen protag whose hopes die last when it comes to people. I love you all okay? I seriously do. I’ve had a lot of fun when it comes to the fandom of MLB. I love seeing people post cute art of my ship. I love seeing cute art of Lukanette, I love seeing cute art of Adrigami and Nino and Alya, and Nino or Adrien and JuleRose. I love the gifs, the salt, the cute content, the mostly lore debated stuff etc. I LOVE IT ALL. And I’m not giving up on us. And I bet 100% that you aren’t either you stupidly beautiful human being. *kisses your cheek with your consent* This has been again a very rare self post. And I bid you all goodnight.

#miraculous ladybug #Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Cat Noir #ml salt #ml positivity #personal post #All ships are valid #I love you #I believe in this fandom #We will get there #Don't let others dictate how you feel about this show and that includes myself #I have no idea what to tag and it's very obvious #Can yall tell this was written very poorly thought out cause my brain is fried?

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jidai · 3 years

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jidai’s budget mutuals/friends appreciation

Hi, all! I’m quite late with this but I decided to put a small friends and mutual appreciations post in hopes of brightening up the end of this year a little bit. ❤️ If you were tagged, please make sure to check below for a small little message from me. However, I want to make it very clear that I truly appreciate all of my mutuals. You guys brighten up my dash and always reblog or create so many funny and creative posts. I just wanted to give a few special shout outs to those that have taken out the time to reach out and interacted with me past my ask box or we just see each other often.

The messages are ordered by your URL, so you might have to scroll for awhile before you see your messages. I’m so sorry lmao.

Happy New Years, everyone!

@25th, Nonnie, the Young Genius. bro, remind me how old you are 🧍‍♀️ Like my brain CANNOT fathom the thought that you’re so skilled at SO many things and you’re not even in your twenties??? PLEASE SPARE THE TALENT. i will even accept crumbs. But I’m writing to tell you that you are such a wonderful presence on my dash. I always look forward to your gfx. They’re so SO good and you’re improving from one post to another. Like WOW. Now, you’re even starting an art blog, too? You’re so dedicated to the arts. I respect that a lot. Your hard work and commitment will bring you very far in life, whatever you decide to do.

I love interacting with you. You’re such a big sweetheart and full of positivity and energy. I look forward to seeing more of your art and gfx ❤️

@biscuitwalk, Dann, the AK Wiz. Dann, I know you’re not as active on here so idk when or if you will ever read this but I want to say that I miss you and your creations so, so much. I will say it a hundred times over and OVER but you inspire me so goddamn much. You have no fucking idea. Your works are absolutely gorgeous and unique. I can look at it once and I can instantly recognize your style (and your cute lil’ pufferfish <3). The way you utilize colors and implement various techniques, shapes, textures into your work. Goddamn, you’re so good. I always look to your work if I ever need inspiration and they help me brainstorm. God, I wish I could put it into words how much I adore your works.

We didn’t really talk for long but you seemed like such a kind and fun person to be around. I wish you the best in your future endeavors, wherever you are. Stay safe <3

@elriccs, Mirai, the Short King. 🧍‍♀️ ok look I know, I know I’m TERRIBLE at replying to you and I’m so fucking sorry. I absolutely love to talk to you but my dumbass cannot seem to reply in a timely manner LASELKSAL. That’s on me and I gotta do better. Anyways!!! Thank you SO fucking much for always leaving such kind messages on my work. I swear to god you’re one of my biggest hype man and I ALWAYS look forward to reading your tags. They’re so funny and it makes me all tingly and happy inside. Bro, like, you just radiate big fun vibes, bro. I really hope that I can get to know you better so I can just insult you until it’s too late to walk away </3

And of course, let me also remind you that I love your works so much. They way that you utilize your textures and those muted colors... OOMPH *chefs kiss* I will always love--

@lockhvrts, Em the Soulsborne GOD. hi em 🥺 it’s been awhile since I’ve had a proper conversation with you and I hope you’re doing okay! I miss you and our conversations where we do nothing but geek out and complain about the game industry lmao. if you manage to read this, I just wanted to let you know I miss your presence here. It’s been kinda dull not seeing your beautiful soulsborne gifs and your game rants. Let’s catch up soon. <3 stay safe and well!

@nathanprescutt, Benn, the Man. BENNNNNNNN. I love you a lot bro. I know we haven’t had long conversations for some time and I hope I can change that! You were my first friend on this blog and I will always appreciate it. I remember us just geeking out over your works and how I would always send you a gfx request like once a week LMAO. The one thing that I have always appreciated about you was the fact that you’re very opinionated (if not, very vocal on your stance on things) and you hold your ground. There were a few time where you encouraged me to speak on topics that I think I shouldn’t and that stuck with me for quite awhile. I’m still a nervous rambling mess when it comes to debates but just know that the one time you supported me to voice my opinion--I hold it very dear to my heart.

While I don’t spend much time together, I will always remember our animal crossing session. It was so much fun just trashing and chilling on your island. Especially the bar :( that bar was fucking AMAZING. Maybe once FFXVI comes out, we can geek out hehe

Also, thank you so much for sending in photos of all your doggos, omg. I miss seeing them so much I hope they’re doing well. Stay hot, my German bro lol. Ich bin sehr dankbar, so eine tolle Freundin zu haben. ❤️❤️❤️

@noxdivina, Lin the Big Dick Daddy Kind. The church is open for business bitch and I’m here to preach the GOSPEL.

Okay, jokes aside, I’m really happy that we became mutuals. You’ve always give off this like, mysterious cosmic vibe (????? huh). And your selfies just further proves that you are wtf. But you’re always so kind to those that you interact with. You’re an absolutely sweetheart and like I just want to give you a giant hug every time we interact. You’re such a soft human being. It’s so nice being around you. It’s like being tossed in the oven and baked at 250 degrees F for 25 minutes. And to boot you’re really talented, hello? God really said let there be a perfect human being and yeeted you into the universe. Thank you for always leaving such kind messages and words in my DM/askbox/works. I cherish them so much. I hope I can get to know you better in the future bc you’re rad, bro <3

anyways, updated drawing of u and maya:

i always assume you’re in a black fur parka 24/7 and maya is coatless neck down. also deck me with those jacked arms of yours thanks 🧍‍♀️

(edit: fuck i forgot to draw a PARTY HAT ON MAYA IM SORRY)

@rokuseis, Sei, the Dumber.

i have nothing to say to you go away you banana hater ASELKSAEKL

BITCH, you doo bee getting on my nerve 24/7/365 🧍‍♀️ you were an unexpected but a very welcomed addition to my life. I can’t believe we really went 1 fuckin’ year without speaking to each other and then suddenly our friendship blew up because over a stupid BANANA. Now you gotta deal with me and my stupid, random, crude ass messages daily. I cannot. Clown to clown communication. But thank you so much bitch for being there for me and telling all of these funny ass stories and life experiences.

I know I don’t say it a lot because when we talk it’s literally just dogs barking at each other but I want to make it clear now: I love your humor and vibe so much. You never fail to make me laugh anytime I talk to you and I appreciate it so much. I can’t tell you how many times I felt better after talking to you. Even though sometimes your fucking jab hits hard and I end up actually inSULTED BY IT. But thank you for becoming my friend and I look forward to all of our stupid moments together. Looking forward to shitting in your sink when I finally fly to your home <3

@wolfamongthem, Anna, the Grinch. Please don’t hurt me for that title. I'm just saying if someone needs a live casting, it’ll be u. Anyways, did you know that I was so fucking intimidated by you for a long ass time, even before we became mutuals aseljas LMAO. I always see your gifs around on explore and they’re so gorgeous and then I look at your text posts and it’s u roasting people like there’s no tomorrow- 🧍‍♀️ bitch I was SCARED OF U KSKS. Now that I’ve talked to you a few times, you’re really funny like where do you find those reaction memes????? Like bro you and your shitposts is my morning cup of coffee.

Anyways, in 2021 I expect a full-fledge review of all AAA games from you-- no more shit talking in the tags let it all out BITCH. Thank you for being such a great mutual! I look forward to see what weird shit you will send me the next time we talk lmao

@zenien, Selm, the I’m-gay-for-Lady-Maria-or-anything-that-moves-in-BB-Bitch™. ok bitch if I’m being honest I wrote yours last so my brain is FRIED. so everything i say from here is raw from the HEARt cause that’s all I got left. But anyhow, we savin’ the best for last! honestly, i didn’t expect you to barge into my life like that. i really didn’t. i was just gonna keep admiring with my 7 feet (2.1336 meters) pole. I’m glad you made the first move because look where we are wtf 🧍‍♀️ friends??? I wouldn’t believe you if you told me that in 2014 when I first followed you lmao.

You’re such a kind soul. I know you may disagree but I’m determined to convince you. I can’t tell you how much I want to thank you for taking the time to talk to me during my rough bits. It’s like sitting on a wooden bench in a park during sunset and you sit next to me, just enjoying the vast sky. You radiate such peaceful energy. It’s very calming. Or you know, 2 seconds later i’m suddenly suplexed by your 40 tons of insults like what--

Thank you for everything, so far. Truly. It’s been so fun listening to you talk about your Bloodborne journey and see your reactions live. It’s been so fun to see you post your graphics and it continues to blow me away. It’s been so fun hearing about your life and the stories of your adulthood. Every words that we have exchanged, I hold dearly to my heart--more than you ever know. Love u bitch.

#for mutuals #mutuals don't ask about your titles i was being quirky LMAO #this took so long so i hope it works properly sksks #it hasn't been proofread so enjoy the mess

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certifiedmoth · 5 years

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Please Say Yes

Single Dad!Duncan x Fem!Reader

Summary: Duncan wants to propose to Y/N, but his son ruins the surprise.

Notes: Okay, I wrote this really fast and it probably isn’t the best thing ever, but my heart was literally going AWWW the whole time I wrote this, so enjoy!! (single dad!duncan owns me, y’all) gif credit to @spellman

Warnings: None, just fluff

Word Count: 3.2K

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“Do you understand, bub?”

The four-year-old sitting on Duncan’s lap scrunched up his face playfully while nodding his head enthusiastically.

“We can’t tell mama!”

“Mhm, yes. And why can’t we tell mama?” Duncan bobbed his leg up and down, sending his son into a fit of giggles.

“Because marrying mama is a secret, shhh,” he held his tiny finger up to his mouth and spoke in a whisper, making sure to be as quiet as his little voice would let him.

“Well, asking her to marry daddy is a secret. Mama can’t know at all, it’s a surprise, okay?” He looked his son right in his eyes, hoping he was listening carefully to what he was telling him. “Mama’s going to be really, really happy, as long as it’s a surprise and we don’t tell her before the right time, okay?”

“When’s the right time? Right now?” His son’s big, blue eyes went wide with curiosity.

Duncan let out a soft chuckle, “Well, not right now, bub. Daddy will know the right time; you don’t need to worry about that.” He kissed the top of his son’s hair, holding him close to his chest and savoring this blissful moment. “Just don’t tell mommy.”

You and Duncan had been together for three happy years now; something of a record for Mr. Shepherd. He had known from the very first moment he laid his eyes on you that you were meant to be in his life. Stolen glances at work led to steamy makeout sessions in his office which, then, (miraculously, he thought) led to a first date. Duncan had always known how special you were, but it was then, on that first date, as he stared at you smiling from across the table, illuminated by the soft moonlight and laughing at your own joke, that he truly realized that he selfishly wanted you all to himself and that he’d do everything in his power to make that a reality.

A year prior to meeting Y/N, Duncan had experienced one of the worst pains of his life when the mother of his son took off and left. They hadn’t been together long and the pregnancy was a complete surprise, but he had sworn right then and there, as he looked down at the positive pregnancy test, that he would be the best father to his child and the most supportive and loving partner to his girlfriend the world had ever seen. But she had other plans for her life, it seemed; she left shortly after the birth, leaving behind a heartbroken Duncan to solely take care of their child.

Even with the amazing gift that his son was, he truly believed that he would always be alone; destined to share this life with nobody but himself. But then you came along, and flipped a light switch on, suddenly changing his whole outlook on everything and bringing an immense amount of love and light into him and his son’s life that he had never imagined possible. You brightened everything for him.

From a cocky bachelor to a single dad, cherishing domesticity with his son and the love of his life, Duncan often reminisced on how he had gotten here in life. He couldn’t help but wonder what he had done to deserve a life as amazing and meaningful as this one; it was something he would always cherish. He had his family – His family. His to hold and love. His to keep him warm at night and comfort him when troubled thoughts filled his head. You and his son were all he needed in his life. And all that was left to do was ask you to be his forever.

- Two weeks later -

The bubbly boy sitting next to you focused intently on the drawing before him, while he excitedly rambled on and on about the dog he had seen that morning.

“He tried to lick my nose,” he scrunched up his small nose as his addictive giggles filled the air; turning to you, he mimicked the dog with his tongue sticking out and continued laughing without a care in the world. Always such an expressive one, you thought, as you felt the corners of your own mouth lifting while you stared at the lively boy beside you.

“Why don’t you draw the doggie in your picture?” You smiled back at him, moving some of the loose strands of hair out of his face. He had his father’s hair and it soothed you to see so much of Duncan in him.

“No!” he yelled defiantly while a great, big smile appeared on his face as he got up and started dancing (or at least, what a toddler’s definition of dancing was). Okay… you knew what was going on here. He was clearly in one of his “silly moods”; something Duncan liked to call his random outbursts of excitement and giggling. He twirled around the room, singing and laughing as if he were the happiest person alive, before running back to you and plopping down on the ground next to you and his coloring station.

“Somebody’s being silly,” you scrunched up your nose at him, watching him as he dramatically laughed and got back to coloring his picture. “But bub, I have a question,” you frowned, exaggerating your sad tone. “Why no doggie?” you fake cried, hoping to bring even more laughter out of him.

“Because we don’t have one, you silly!!” He yelled, finding the whole situation quite hilarious. “This is our family,” he pointed to the picture. “And we don’t have a doggie, so he can’t go in here.”

“Oh, okay. I understand,” you nodded, enjoying the seriousness and accuracy he put into his art. Peeking over his head to see the masterpiece itself, you found a tall figure that must have been Duncan since a (very large) cellphone was placed in his hand. You silently made a note to tell Duncan about it later; you were sure he would think it was adorable funny. Then, there was your little one right in the middle with a big, gigantic smile plastered on his face; that part seemed quite accurate. Your eyes continued scanning the page, landing on the figure that must have been you, but you were wearing a long, white dress with something covering your face; a very odd sight that caused you to tilt your head in confusion, trying to understand what you were looking at. It was honestly very sweet and endearing, but also suspicious, to say the least.

“Hey bub, why am I wearing that?” you pointed to the cartoon version of yourself.

“Because that’s what people wear when they get married,” he replied softly and casually while focusing on coloring in the grass expertly.

Your heart stopped for a split second as you heard him speak those words so nonchalantly. Had Duncan said something to him? Or perhaps, maybe his preschool teacher had taught them about what a wedding was and he simply was a curious and intrigued child? It must be the latter, you thought. He must have seen a wedding in one of his cartoons, or saw it in a book.

You tried to rid your brain of dangerous, exciting thoughts and calm yourself of the possibility of something bigger taking place right now, but failed horribly after several minutes of a very anxious internal dialogue with yourself.

“Bub, why am I wearing it, though?” you spoke up suddenly, the confusing thoughts in your head still running rampant as your heartbeat raced.

“Because daddy said he’s gonna marry you, so you have to wear white!! Daddy read this book to me and the girl in it got married and she wore white, so you have to wear white, silly.”

Your eyes went wide and it was as if the air had been knocked right out of your lungs; you were sure you would have looked paralyzed if anyone had walked in at that exact moment. You had thought of the possibility of Duncan proposing one day; you both had talked about it casually before, but you didn’t know that he was actually planning to ask you to be his wife.

You were shocked, confused, beyond ecstatic… You felt so many different things, all completely at the same time, and you didn’t exactly know how to process everything you were feeling; this was foreign territory. Your head swirled and buzzed while the little boy next to you sat unbothered by the bombshell he had just dropped, mindlessly coloring the sky a light blue color on the paper in font of him.

“When did daddy say all of this?”

His little head turned to you, about to answer your question with an excited smile on his face, when he suddenly remembered the day his dad had sat him on his lap and told him his great, big secret plan. But he had told him not to tell you. That’s what he had said: To not tell mama. That only daddy could tell her and only when it was the right time. This was not the right time. And daddy wasn’t even here. Slowly, his smile turned to a frown and glossy tears began to prick the corners of his bright blue eyes.

“Oh no, baby, what’s going on?” Your voice was laced with concern as you watched his face contort with sadness. In this moment, you forgot about the picture. You forgot about what he was about to say. You forgot about any future proposal. You only cared about why your sweet boy had become so incredibly distraught. His cheeks grew warm and he suddenly started wailing as tears began to flow freely down his face, his poor lungs struggling to draw in air from crying so hard.

The door to the home office slammed open and Duncan came running out, his eyes wide with worry and concern as he noticed you in the middle of the floor, cradling his little boy. “What happened?”

“I don’t know, he just started crying,” your looked up at Duncan hopelessly while you held your little one to your chest, rocking him back and forth and trying your best to comfort him and ease him of whatever pain he was feeling. It was just as painful for you as it was for Duncan to see him so uncontrollably distraught. You’d do anything to make him feel better, no matter the cost. And Duncan was right there with you; he’d do anything to protect his son from this world. Which is why it was so hard to see him like this right now. A very worried Duncan kneeled next to you and started gently stroking his son’s back in a calm and soothing manner.

“Bub, what’s wrong? Are you hurt?” Duncan whispered in his ear, hoping to god something wasn’t causing him physical pain.

Your little one hesitantly lifted his head from your chest and looked up at his dad with tears running down his red face, trying to speak but all that came out were more choked sobs. “I- I ruined the surprise,” you almost didn’t catch his timid voice amidst the strangled sobs. Duncan’s face twisted in confusion, not sure what his poor child was talking about.

“Bub, what surprise?” Duncan asked softly while continuing to rub his son’s back. You held him in your arms, swaying him back and forth and he finally started to calm down a bit. He sniffled and played with your hair, focusing on trying to tell his dad what he meant.

“Dada, I said you were gonna marry mama,” he let out another small sob, feeling overwhelmed with the whole situation. He was afraid Duncan would be mad at him and that he’d be in trouble for telling you, but most of all, he was just unbearably sad for letting down his dad.

Duncan’s breath hitched in his throat as he heard his son’s confession; his eyes instantly flickered to yours, which were already staring at him, wide and bright with curious wonder. There was so much vulnerability in his blue eyes; you’d never seen him like that before. It was almost startling to look at the love of your life and see a different side to him, one you’d never caught a glimpse of before. He had never felt so exposed and caught off guard in all his life; tears had started to prick the corners of his own eyes. It was beautiful and painful to watch, you thought.

This wasn’t how he had planned it. This wasn’t at all how he had planned it. He was going to wait for the perfect moment... The perfect dinner with a perfect bottle of champagne, under the same moonlight he had fallen in love with you, only to then, get down on one knee, take your hand in his, and ask you to be his and only his forever. Truth be told, that moment had come and gone. Or, at least half of it. He had taken you out to dinner the week before, but he had never gotten down on one knee and he had never asked you that one question that had been dancing across his mind every second of every day since he had finally decided to propose. Deep down, he was terrified. Terrified that you would reject him and he’d lose you forever. A part of him still felt he didn’t deserve you and that one day, you’d realize it.

But now, everything was out in the open. His wants, his feelings, his plans for the future: All of it. He was exposed. Duncan had no wall to hide behind now; his son had torn it down for him.

“Baby, there’s no need to cry. You didn’t ruin anything,” your soft voice spoke to the little boy cradled in your arms, snapping Duncan out of his anxious thoughts. “It’s okay, baby. Daddy isn’t upset with you and mommy isn’t either. We love you so, so, so very much, okay?” You pulled back to look him in his tear-filled eyes. “It’s okay, my love,” you gave him a genuine smile, rubbing his back with small circles.

He was comforted by your words and nestled his head against your neck, feeling the worry start to leave his tiny body. Only small sniffles could be heard now as his eyes started to get heavy with sleep. You continued gently stroking his back as you helped to softly lull him to sleep.

“Plus, mommy wants to marry daddy, too.”

Duncan’s head snapped up, locking his wide eyes with yours as an incredulous look overcame his features. Had he heard you correctly? Had you really meant what you had just whispered? He’d never felt his heart beat this fast in all his life; it felt as though it was about to explode right out of his chest.

“She does?” Duncan spoke quietly and carefully, as you both realized the sweet boy in your arms was now fast asleep from wearing himself out so suddenly with his tears.

You nodded your head, looking at him with every single ounce of love and adoration you had felt for him the past three years of your beautiful relationship. He inched his way closer to you, closing the distance between yourselves while being careful not to wake his son.

He leaned in to place a feather light kiss to your lips, “You know, I had something planned…”

“Is that so?” you smiled against his lips, the small burn of his stubble rubbing against your skin and the warm scent of his cologne mixing to remind you of home.

“Mhm, but I guess this will have to do,” his voice was soft and playful as he reluctantly pulled away from you, reached into his pocket and retrieved a small plush box. You let out a sudden breath, you hadn’t known you’d been holding in, and felt tears begin to spill over your cheeks.

Duncan adjusted himself so he was on one knee and slowly opened the small box in his hands, revealing the most dazzling diamond ring you had ever seen; he had picked it because the sparkle it gave off was reminiscent of your beauty in the moonlight. He looked at you adoringly through crystal, blue eyes, letting a content sigh fall from his lips as he stared at his entire world right in front of him.

“I am so completely and insanely in love with you, Y/N,” he smiled softly as he whispered to you. “I cherish this life we’ve built together, and I can never thank you enough for being there for our son. You’re the best mother this world has ever had and the best partner I could ever ask for. Some days I wake up and I still can’t believe that you’re in my life,” he laughed lightly as his voice began to break; his own tears threatening to spill over now. “You came into my life and made every aspect of it better and, now, I only ask that you allow me the opportunity to do the same for you.”

You held your hand over your mouth to stifle your cries as you peered, through teary eyes, at the love of your life.

With one last exhale and smile, Duncan looked up at you and whispered, “Will you marry me?”

You let out a squeaking noise and nodded frantically while tears fell down your cheeks. “Yes, of course, I’ll marry you!” you tried your best to keep your voice quiet, so as not to disturb the sleeping child in your arms, but you were too overcome with excitement and love for this man.

Duncan’s face lit up and he gave you the brightest smile you had ever seen as he quickly enveloped you in his arms, placing gentle kisses to your face. You could feel his own tears on his cheeks now as he kissed you tenderly. You’d never felt so happy in all your life. This truly was all you needed: Duncan and your son. Your family.

He placed one last passionate kiss to your lips, deepening it while your hand ran through his soft hair. Reluctantly, he pulled away once again, brushing his lips against yours. “What do you say we put little bub down for his nap and then we go and celebrate in our own special way?”

You smiled against his lips, wanting nothing more than to show him just how much love you had for him. “Sounds good to me,” you whispered, placing one more kiss to his lips before feeling Duncan’s hand hold onto yours gently, pulling you up and leading you to the beginning of a new life.

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imagine-your-love-story · 4 years

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Your story with Din is so cute! And lil' baby Yoda makes an appearance too🥺 How do you write so well? Is it just something where you start, then you get into The Zone™, and then you can't stop? ---Doomguy Anon

omg THANK YOU SO MUCH Doomguy Anon!!!!! ♥♥♥ (one day, I’m gonna figure out who you are and hug you ;)

So! Writing! Okay. This is my JAM. Prepare for the incoming info dump!!!

I’ve been writing for roughly 10-12 years. I’d always dreamed of writing and publishing a novel for as long as I could remember. So I read everything I could on the process and I started telling the stories I had in my head.

Now, having said that, I need to leave a side note here.

It took a LONG time.

I’ve written hundreds of thousands of words across original stories, poems, fanfiction, you name it.

I didn’t start out well (and I also started “late”, around 18-ish, so I was no child prodigy writing since I could hold a pen). I received some pretty crushing criticism and a lot of rejections. But that’s okay! Around 2010, I had my first short story published in a very small independent press (I’m not even sure if they’re still active anymore!). I was paid $15 and even though I knew that wasn’t much at all, I was absolutely thrilled to get paid for my writing! (And it was no genius story either)

That really amped up my writing. I joined sites like Wattpad and fanfiction.net and AO3 and I wrote like crazy.

It also helped that I was in pretty large fandoms. About 4-5 years ago, I was heavy into the Star Wars fandom and I wrote like a woman possessed. Like, I couldn’t sleep because I had so many ideas boiling in my brain and I HAD to write or it would feel like an incessant itch I couldn’t scratch!

I continued focusing heavily on short stories with the occasional novel here and there. Author Ray Bradbury suggested writing short stories to become familiar with the art of writing. It gives you a project you can actually finish rather than the long-haul marathon of writing a novel. It teaches you how to tell a story in a short, compact, and snappy time frame that holds the reader’s attention.

I also joined NaNoWriMo, which, if you’re not familiar with it is National Novel Writing Month. I believe I’ve done it about six or seven times now? Did any of those novels actually get to a final polished draft? Heck no! But it gave me the chance to become familiar with words, to let myself make mistakes and still keep writing.

I also keep a journal daily. The Artist’s Way by Julia Cameron suggested it’s a great way for creatives to explore their creativity unhindered in its purest, raw form without feeling like they have to make everything perfect all the time.

So I write a minimum of 3 pages every day (sometimes 4x that much if I have a lot on my mind!) and I’ve been doing that for about 7 years.

Some people don’t care for journaling (which is okay!) but for me, it’s like a sanctuary. It’s just me and the words. I can just write. About anything and everything. I never reread it, I don’t edit. I let the words just GO.

I have trouble with wanting everything to be eXACTLY PERFECT and my journal reminds me that words and thoughts and concepts MUST be messy first. The words MUST get on the page before I can start to corral them into a story!

Because my anxiety causes me speech problems sometimes, writing has become a natural form of communication for me. I’m FAR more comfortable putting words on the page than I ever am with speaking, even to people I’m familiar with.

So the pieces of advice I have for writing are this:

1. Write.

It’s literally the simplest thing and your brain does not want to accept it (trust me, every writer struggles with this). Classes and trainings can only teach you the basic tools but they can’t teach you how to tell YOUR stories. That’s a relationship you have to cultivate with only yourself and the blank page (as terrifying as that sounds).

2. Read.

The more you read, the more you fill your brain with words to use. And it also gives you the chance to recognize structures and styles that other authors use which will help you to build your own stories.

THIS INCLUDES FANFICTION. Plenty of traditionally published authors write fanfiction so it’s not a lesser form of literature/writing. Read everything!

3. LET IT BE MESSY AND “BAD”

I struggle with THIS SO MUCH. In order to have written a story, the words MUST be on the page. Not in your head. So put the words on the paper. ALL OF THEM. You can ALWAYS take out words or rearrange them later!

“Bad” writing doesn’t exist. It just means you’re learning. You don’t look at a child’s drawing and say, “That’s terrible.” You encourage them and you point out how you like the way they used color and lines. Because they’re learning. And so are you.

4. GET SUPPORT

This. is. soooo important. The act of writing is fairly solitary but the PROCESS of writing requires other people to motivate you when your creative batteries run dry.

When I was super active in the SW fandom, I was OBSESSED with writing 24/7. But I had a lot of people who were looking forward to my stories and that fed my enthusiasm.

Due to fandom politics, I left the SW fandom two years ago and now I’m only on the fringes. That crazed MUST WRITE ALWAYS obsession I had? Nah. I haven’t been able to write that much anymore. So it’s super super super important to have a support group.

But if you don’t have support right now, DON’T LET IT STOP YOU.

I didn’t have much support when I was starting out. But I really wanted to write so I kept doing it.

It’s a journey. It’s supposed to be fun and give you a chance to explore the thoughts in your head, the stories you want to tell.

I’m still not where I want to be with my writing goals (still working on that coveted novel!). But literally, the only way to get better at writing is to keep putting words on the page. Those early stories will be rough around the edges. They won’t be pretty.

But they will be YOURS. And with every story you tell, you really do get better, I promise. ♥

p.s. almost forgot! For me, my writing fluctuates depending on what’s going on in my life at the time and energy-wise. It’s RARE for me to get In the Zone TM. That’s for very, very few stories. Most of the time, I have to plink it out. Word by word, phrase by phrase.

Some days, the writing will flow really well and words will be like magic.

Other days, I don’t know how to put a sentence together to save my life. It feels like I’ve “forgotten” how words work.

So no matter how much time and effort you put into writing, it will never be easy but there is a rhythm to it and you learn to ride the highs and lows. And dang, when it’s done? And you have a story? It’s a head rush like nothing else!

#asks #Anonymous #doomguy anon #wow that was really rambly #i hope that helped???#if you need more specific information #please let me know!#i was kind of all over the place on this response!

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victorious-rewrite · 4 years

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Episode 1: Make it Shine SCRIPT

Synopsis: The Vega family returns to their home after a long summer vacation. Trina, Tori’s older sister, schedule a re-audition for Hollywood Arts, a prestigious performance art school, while Tori finishes up her missing assignments. Unfortunately, Trina’s audition is scheduled on the day her parents are returning to work, so she has to bring Tori with her. Excited with the chance to visit a prestigious art school, she eventually meets new friends and meets a new adventure.

Trigger warning: Blood, Catcalling

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SCENE 1

[The VEGA family is unpacking from their 3 month family reunion across the country. The house is filled with unpacked luggage all sprawled about. DAVID VEGA and HOLLY VEGA are unpacking the luggage and are chatting about the trip, while TRINA is talking on the phone about her re-audition. TORI is sitting on the family couch while she’s on the laptop, working on missing assignments due to her missing a few weeks of school.] TRINA: [Excited] So, I can get a re-audition this Friday after school? [Pause] You have no idea how tal- [Realization that the principle hung up on her] Wh- oh well. [TRINA dashed towards HOLLY and DAVID, excited]

TRINA: [Yelling] Mom! Dad! Guess who got a re-audition? HOLLY: [Holding a laundry basket full of laundry] [Interested] Oh? You got him to agree?

TRINA: [Excited] Yeah! It’s this Friday!

DAVID: [Grunts as he puts down the heavy luggage] Wait, this Friday? Your mom and I will be busy at work to watch over TORI- TORI: [Annoyed] Speaking of that, don’t you guys think I’m too old to be babysat? I’m 15, I’m old enough to have my own job. TRINA: [Places her hands on her hips and nods] Ya! Why can’t she just invite a couple of her friends over, so she won’t be home alone? HOLLY: You know how I feel about that..

[TORI huffs in annoyance as she goes back into working on her missing assignments. TRINA sighs in disappointment as HOLLY goes back into loading the laundry basket with dirty clothes. DAVID gets done with carrying heavy luggage, he walks into another room to rest. HOLLY thinks of an idea. She stops what she’s doing.] HOLLY: You and TORI are going to the re-auditions on Friday, together. TRINA: Bu- HOLLY: No buts. You both are going and that’s final. TRINA: [Groans loudly] Fiiinneee… [Bossily, to TORI] But you better not mess this up for me! I don't want another fifth birthday fiasco! [TRINA loudly and sassily stomps into her room, upstairs. HOLLY finishes putting the last bits of dirty clothing onto the laundry basket and walks out of the main living room and into the laundry room. TORI looks around and sees that everybody left.]

TORI: [Squeals in excitement] I’m going to Hollywood Arts! Oh my god!! [Squeals even more]

SCENE 2

[TORI and TRINA are waiting backstage. The backstage looks a bit chaotic with students running around, making sure they have everything set for the re-auditions. TRINA sits there patiently as TORI looks around the room, looking very bored.]

TORI: [Groaning in boredom] Ughh, this is so boriiing

TRINA: [Calmly] Now now, Tori, remember that virtue.

TORI: [Matter-of-factly] You mean patience?

TRINA: [Annoyed] Yeah yeah, that.

TORI: And it's “Patience is a virtue”, Trina.

TRINA: Whatever! Potato, poe-tah-tow

[A black boy is sitting next to them, holding a book with some pieces of paper stuck out of it. He weighs his opinion in.]

ANDRE: Actually, she's right. It’s “patience is a virtue” and nobody says poe-tah-tow.

TORI: Riiiight? Now just imagine living with her!

ANDRE: Yeah, I definitely don't know what it's like.

TRINA: [Angrily] I can hear you two, you know?!

TORI: [Smugly] That was the point.

[ANDRE gets a video call from ANDRE’S GRANDMA]

ANDRE: [Holds finger up] Hold up, I gotta take this.

[ANDRE answers the video call]

ANDRE’S GRANDMA: [On the phone, loudly and paranoid] ANDRE! WHY IS THERE A TINY MAN STUCK ON THAT BOY’S HAND?!

ANDRE: That's just a ventriloquist, grandma!

ANDRE’S GRANDMA: [Screaming] WHEN YOU GONNA DO SOMETHING ABOUT THE RAIN IN MY BATHROOM?!

ANDRE: [Annoyance] Grandma, I told you that’s just your shower! I gotta go, bye.

ANDRE’S GRANDMA: [Cautioning] Boy don’t you hang your phone up on me-

[ANDRE hangs up the video call]

ANNOUNCER: ANDRE HARRIS! YOU’RE UP NEXT!

ANDRE: [Gets up] I’d better get going. See you ladies around.

[ANDRE does a two finger salute as he leaves to the main stage. TORI is bored again. TRINA seems to be too busy reviewing her re-audition script to notice.]

TORI: You know what? [Looks at TRINA with determination in her eyes] I’m gonna help those people there. [points at a literal redhead girl and a Jewish boy with an afro and a puppet.]

[TORI walks up to them]

TORI: [Confident] Do y’all need help?

[They both turned towards TORI while holding some heavy equipment. ROBBIE seems to be struggling with his heavy load while CAT seems fine with her lighter load. The puppet is on top of the heavy load ROBBIE is holding]

ROBBIE: [Relieved] Oh god, yes!

[ROBBIE hurriedly gave TORI the heavy load he was carrying. Startled, she stumbles back as the weight sets in on her. ROBBIE grabs a nearby load that seems to be lighter and the three of them starts walking to their destination.]

TORI: [Strained] I forgot to tell y’all my name, I’m Tori. I don’t go to this school, I go to Sherwood High-

CAT: [Excited] Oh Sherwood High? The public school? My brother used to go to that school [downcast] till he got expelled..

TORI: [Curious] Why did he get expelled? [shifts the weight of the heavy equipment]

[They reached their destination. TORI and ROBBIE puts down their equipment.]

CAT: Oh, [puts the equipment down] he dumped a bucket full of blood on a teacher.. [sits down on top of the equipment, lost in space]

TORI: [Disturbed] Wait, real- real blood or-

ROBBIE: [Panics and changes the topic] Anyways.. [CAT snaps out of it] My name’s ROBBIE, [Points at CAT] her name is CAT-

TORI: Oh! Like the animal!

CAT: [Offended] What’s that supposed to mean?!

TORI: [Confused but scared] Uh.. Nothing.. I love cats..

ROBBIE: Anyways.. We’re freshman in this school

[ROBBIE puts the puppet on his hands]

REX: [Irritated] You forgot about me!

[TORI looks shocked as the puppet reveals that he can talk but then remembered that ROBBIE is a ventriloquist]

ROBBIE: [Hurt] I was gonna introduce you..

REX: [Irritated] You didn’t cause you wanna keep this hot piece of woman all to yourself!

TORI: [Repulsed] Excuse me?

REX: [Proudly] Ya, I said it. You’re one fine-

ROBBIE: [Panicking and yelling] REX!

[ROBBIE covers REX’s mouth. REX struggles to talk, his head is shaking erratically until he realizes he can’t do anything so he gives up. TORI looks shocked, disgusted, and confused.]

CAT: [Pitiful] Don’t worry, Rex does this to every girl he sees..

[REX bites ROBBIE’S hand.]

ROBBIE: [Lets go of REX while yelping] OW!

REX: [Forthright and smugly] I’ve never done it to you..

[CAT gasps in shock and is hurt]

ROBBIE: [Furious] Ok mister, that’s a time out for you

[CAT opens a box and swiftly places the large equipment out of the box.]

REX: [Begging] GAH WAIT NO PLEASE I TAKE IT BACK!

[ROBBIE shoves REX inside the box and flips it upside down. TORI stands there uncomfortably in the midst of it all. A few moments later, they start unpacking the boxes, TORI moves a bit close to CAT.]

TORI: [Hesitantly] [Whispers to CAT] Did ROBBIE just hit on me secretly?

CAT: [Whispers back to TORI] [Giggling] No! He has decency.. [Adjusts the knobs and wires of the sound equipment] Him and Rex are different people. Rex is an alter, Robbie had to learn how to speak without moving his mouth so Rex can speak without complicating things..

TORI: [Confused] [Still whispering] Alter?

CAT: [Confused] [Whispering] Um.. ya? People can have multiple people living inside one body.

TORI: [Half realization] Oh..

[They finish setting up the equipment, cleaning up the stray wires]

ANNOUNCER: [Calling] TRINA VEGA!

[TRINA runs towards the main stage in a rush]

TRINA: Coming-

TORI: [Struggling to untangle herself from the mess of wires.] TRINA, wait!

[TRINA trips on a stray wire and harshly falls down, face planting in front of the teachers. She groans in agony. TORI, ROBBIE, CAT, and the teachers/judges rushes towards TRINA in a panic. They drag her back to the back stage. They sat her on a chair. TRINA feels around her mouth and spits out two front teeth and some blood. She begins to cry as TORI panics. The teachers try to comfort her.]

TORI: [Nervously] TRINA, it’ll be ok..

[TORI rubs TRINA’s back as she attempts to comfort her distressed sister]

TRINA: [Sobbing even more] [with a lisp] No, ith’sth the nasth nay! I can’th new ith like thisth!

[TORI comes up with an idea. Thrilled, she grabs a teacher’s attention.]

TORI: [Confidently] Can I talk to you in a quieter place?

[The teacher nods and they walk to a calmer area.]

TORI: [Confidently] Can I audition in place of my sister?

TEACHER: [Thinking] Ah.. You can.. But..

TORI: [Curious] But??

TEACHER: You have to make a song on the spot, including a full performance with choreography.

TORI: [Stage-fright] O-Oh.. [Makes up her mind] I’ll take it!

SCENE 3

[TORI walked onto the main stage wearing a leather jacket, black pants, and a bright red crop top sweater. She held the microphone nervously and kept her eyes on the floor. The teachers on the judge table looked at her, expectantly.]

TORI: [Slight confidence] I’m singing “Make it Shine”

[The teachers nodded and wrote on their clipboards. TORI hesitantly cue the sound technicians. They start playing the instrumentals. TORI stood there and sang. It started out a bit off key but she got more confident the more she sang. TORI started dancing along to the music, doing full on improvised choreography. The performance ends with the teachers applauding and cheering. TORI was sweaty, but she felt accomplished. The applause died down]

TORI: [Rests her posture] [Worn out] So.. How was that?

TEACHER: [Awe-struck] Amazing! You and your sister are going to Hollywood Arts!

TORI: [Shocked] I’m going too?! TEACHER: [Confused by TORI’S bewilderment] Yes? You are clearly very talented. So talented that you can easily fit in Hollywood Arts. [TRINA, DAVID, and HOLLY ran from stage left from the backstage to hug TORI as they heard the news.] DAVID and HOLLY: [Jumping up and down while holding TORI] OUR BABY GIRL IS GOING TO HOLLYWOOD ARTS! [Scene ends with the family in celebration. Hugging TORI tightly and jumping about, but TORI looks more nervous than excited.]

EPISODE END

#victorious #tori vega #robbie shapiro #cat valentine #andre harris #trina vega #holly vega #david vega #rex #blood /#catcalling /#artists on tumblr

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suhoerections · 5 years

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OH MY GOD THIS BLOG TURNED 1 ON THE 21ST AND I FORGOT ASKDJFHASJKF BUT HAPPY BIRTHDAY SUHOERECTIONS AND EVERYONE WHO FOLLOWS I’M GONNA GO ON A RANT ABOUT MY MUTUALS UNDER THE READ MORE TAG OKAY BUT BASICALLY I LOVE ALL OF MY FOLLOWERS AND THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR MAKING THIS YEAR SO INCREDIBLE <3333

also shout out to all my followers i’m not mutuals with but enjoy my content and reblog/like my work, I really appreciate yall, keep up the good work you’re all beautiful

okay this isn’t in any particular order i’m just going off who i remember and i’m trying to not miss anyone so if i do feel free to call me out and also i’m sorry if i don’t write as much for some people asdfjkhasd

@ninibears-erigom

okay look,,, you’re literally such an amazing person and the reason why i didn’t straight up deactivate in january like you helped me so much during that time and also through so much other stuff and I’m so thankful for you,, you’re one of the most realist and most amazing people I’ve ever met. I love you so much you’re literally the best mother i could have ever asked for like i want to squeeze the life out of you god. I seriously cannot express how much i love and appreciate you like?? I’m tearing up writing this because you’re literally one of the most amazing people to walk this Earth like??? and even though i’m a shit head and i spam you with ‘ayla’ 20 times just to tell you i did a good shit,,, you still love me?? also like you’re literally the reason i write???? that sounds so dumb but you’re seriously my muse,, i genuinely look upto you as a person because you’re so strong, wonderful, amazing, genuine, beautiful, sweet, caring, kind and that’s all i can think of off the top of my head. I love you so much and I have to cut this short cause i’m gonna feel bad cause i wrote so much asdkjfh but you’re amazing and i swear if you say otherwise i’ll eat all the lactose in the world (i cried writing this stfu) also you are nini’s cheek spreader :>>

@thesoondongiefiles

You’re like?? my literal best friend?? and probably one of the best people i’ve met on this hell site,, i really don’t regret randomly messaging you “hey i need aussie friends” asdkjfh but fr i love you so much and you’ve been with me through thick and thin and i really appreciate it so much like you’re so amazing and kind and your art is actually so beautiful like you’re such an amazing person you don’t even know the start of it you dummy. I love how we can be ourselves around each other even though we haven’t known each other the longest but still, you’re my favorite soondongie and i love you so much man,, like we talk so much you’ve literally just become the older sister i never had and i really appreciate that like man idek what to write cause i just really appreciate you,, you’re just amazing and i love you very much and i hope we can meet one day cause you’re not that far away from me and i really love you ehehe

@chanyeolol

KUKI MY FREAKING CHILD I LOVE YOU AND HELL YOU’RE SO AMAZING OMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG idek kuks you’re just the best and you’re like the first mutual i made on this hellsite and damn you’re also like the best?? like i love how hyperactive you are you dummy you keep me on my toes and i love talking with you even if it takes me days to reply on instagram (sorry i’m barely active there askdjfh) but fr i love you very much and i really appreciate you and you’re so freaking BEAUTIFUL and i’ll bop you on the head if you say otherwise you dummy i love you

@letsmakeitforever

FUY MY GOD like i pray to you everyday smh i love you,,, like you’re amazing and cute and like you’re so NICE jesus christ i want to hug the shit out of you,, you’re sweet as fuck and istg you’re just great?? and i love that i can talk to you about sucking Jungkook’s dick cause like almost all my mutuals don’t stan bts so its nice to have an army friend,, i also really appreciate you and the support you’ve shown me and i always try and send you asks but i never know if they get through because my tumblr likes to fuck up but bottom line is i think you’re literally one of the most amazing people akjsdfha

@kyungseokie

OH BOY HERE COMES A TRAIN WRECK,, dia,, my child,, i love you very much and you always make me DIE with those freaking things where you just cut the conversation short and go “hey junmyeon would fuck you in a change room” LIKE JESUS CHRIST LET ME BREATHE but at the same time i sorta just drop like ksoo bombs as well so aksjdfhkj i guess its fair hehe but seriously!!! i love sharing ideas with you cause you’re literally so creative and you’re so amazing and have such a way with words like your writing is so magnificent no one can compare like you’re a poet with words akjsdfhkajs and you’re such a sweetheart too?? like i could write a whole ass page filled with positive words to describe you because you’re so beautiful and sweet and kind like gosH you’re such an amazing person i love you very much <33

@heonythighs

well howdy partner welcome to ram ranch askdfjhds gosh the horniest cowboy ever, 10/10 commentary, you’re amazing to converse with cause you’re just greaT and like idk you’re just super fun to talk to?? like i always laugh my ass off when we converse cause you’re a comedic genIUS i swear and you’re also the horniest chanyeol stan i’ve ever met oh god asdkfhasdkj but you’re jsut a really fun person and you’re also so amazing in general like fr fr your cowboy hat should have a label on it that says “i’m the best cowboy fuck all you bitches” like ugH i love you you’re so cool and just so chill i hope you have a fun time at ram ranch with your cowboys

@byunfirstlady

LAURE LOOK NOT TO PLAY FAVORITES BUT YOU’RE MY FAVORITE MUTUAL I LOVE YOU SO MUCH ASDKFJHAS like idek how to describe it but i could write so much about how much of an amazing person you are like you’re so cute and sweet and you always tag me in stuff (i need to tag you in more bbh adkjfh) but you’re such an artist like your work is so amazing!! i always feel so inspired by your work and it never fails to make me write!! you’re also the sweetest person on this site and your tags make me c r y like Laure you’re just so beautiful and sweet and i just combust because you’re so adorable,,, i want to hug you you’re so amazing and you’re so sweet ugh i could go on forever about this because you’re such a cutie i swear and you’re so fun to talk to as well like i really like discussing my fic ideas with you, especially the bbh series i’m writing askdjfh anyways i better stop before i take up a whole thing of why i love you so much you’re adorable <333

@flowerline8

ugh my number 1 nini stan !!!! i love writing nini stuff for you because you’re just so amazing and i love your tags they always make me smile,, you’re also adorable and funny to talk with and you’re also super beautiful ??? like i think its illegal how beautiful you are btw like its just the law,,, you’re under arrest for being too beautiful, sweet and kind. Like ugh Pauline you’re so sweet i want to hug you bc you’re so sweet but then again you’re so chaotic it makes me laugh adskfjhas like idek how to describe it but its so funny but fr fr you’re so sweet and you deserve everything <33

@fairyyeols

SIENNA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MY OTHER MOTHER!!!!!!!!!!! gosh what a hoe i love you akdsfjhasjk you’re also too sweet like >:(( call me cute again i dare you like YOU’RE the cute one in this relationship smh,,, pcy agrees kdfak but ugh you’re just so nice i swear to the lord above god was making you in his little bowl and accidentally dropped all the sweetness in your mix cause you’re just so sweet omg,, like Enna you’re so amazing and your writing!!!! *chef kiss* exquisite just like you. You’re also hella funny??? like you’re sweet AND funny like that’s not fair, you’ve gotta have something else bad about you but no! cause guess what! YOU’RE ALSO SO BEAUTIFUL WTH!?!?! so you’re beautiful, literally the sweetest person alive, funny as and am an amazing author,,, like you’re too perfect for this world,,, you’re such an amazing person i hope you get everything you ever want <33

@multi-yeol

GRACE AKJDSFHKSJ i remember the first time we talked was such a mess jesus christ you’re so chaotic i love it and gosh you’re also so beautiful, funny and amazing?? like you’re gonna look at this and go ‘no i’m not’ but you are just saying asdkjf you’re so sweet and like a genuinely good person??????? like how can you be both that and super freaking beautfiul??? my tiny brain can’t comprehend your amazing-ness,, you deserve the whole freaking world you sweetheart asdfhkdh

@cbxtual

Hope, my fellow weeb,,, we don’t talk as much but i do miss it! you’re funny and a great friend and i really miss all the times we’d say dumb shit with grace in the group chat aksjdfhak you’re also really funny and like?? idk you’re just great in general?? like your writing,,, god tier,,, your personality,,,, amazing,,, your looks,,,,, beautiful,,,, like Hope, you’re the full package man ugh and I HOPE you have a great time hehehe (sorry i couldn’t help myself) akdsjfhas but i’m still writing that yoongi fluff for you its just buried under all my other wips but i will get around to it adsfkjah

@naminalati

all i have to say is you’re the kindest person to ever exist and we haven’t talked much so i can’t really say a lot sorry but you’re just so kind and sweet?? like you’re the literal definition of a sweetheart and you’re the cutest person i’ve ever witnessed <33 I hope you have an amazing day because i really appreciate you and you’re just so amazing and beautiful and i have no idea how long you’ve been following me but you’ve been there for ages and i appreciate it

@abunnycotton @khelmatic @yayitsjay @k-pop-trashx

OKAY so i’ve never talked to any of yall but like !!!!! i see yalll in my activity a lot and i just want you to know that i really love and appreciate you all because you’re all beautiful sweethearts who deserve the world, thank you

#these tags better work god #anyways enjoy :>>>#i didn't edit any of these asdjkfhas

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intothespideyverses · 6 years

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a modest reinterpretation of “andi’s choice” in c-minor (inspired by a post by @ambimack)

in which bowie ghostwrites a song, andi tries to go ghost on walker, and [insert third awful ghost pun here]:

so bowie is actually ringing up customers for once at the music store that I figured rarely got business because helloo it’s always damn near empty but I guess today there was a surge of customers seeking out guitar picks and vinyls to show how Cultured and Unique they were for listening to the beatles or whomever. anyway jonah is on his guitar, doing as jonahs are wont to do, and bowie drops the bomb on him with “so yeah remember that music coach I told you about? she hates you. she quite frankly and literally wants you dead. she told me this herself. why didn’t you show up???” and jonah’s like “andi don’t fw me anymore :(” which isn’t rly an answer bc lbr here homeboy was ALREADY running late. you mean to tell me him staring at that painting took 4 whole minutes? nah.

so anyway bowie’s like “hm let’s change that” bc manipulating your daughter’s emotions behind her back is cool I guess. bowie, totally not projecting in any way whatsoever, suggests that jonah write andi a song. jonah’s not about it tho. “I can’t talk about my feelings!” he says, which is true considering he only just started exhibiting negative emotions for the first time ever last week. bowie goes, “sure u can! what rhymes with back?” and jonah almost says “crack!” bc thats clearly what bowie’s been on for the past 2 episodes but lemme not.

anyway jump to andi @ the spoon and her boo thang who’s not rly her boo thang yet bc terri hates us is facetiming her again. “so andi, my wife whom I would die for, what’s up?” and andi replies “my best friend is moving away :(” so walker, the understanding king he is, goes “aw pick your head up queen, your crown’s falling :’)” and tells her to go be with her friends and something about a bubble machine idk but w/e we still stan.

buffy comes in w/ all the junk the ghc left at her house including a knockoff tamagotchi which seems kinda before andi’s time?? like she was supposedly 7 when she got it which would have been around 2010? but once again w/e we still stan. and buffy reads the recommendation letter cyrus’ mom wrote for him which seemed a tad incomplete. “I can’t believe my mom forgot to add three references, what a waste...” he sighs.

but walker comes in and andi’s like “tf didn’t u just tell me to drink bubble soap and be w/ my friends? what r u doing here?” and walker, the modern day da vinci, says “im here to draw ur friends as a going away present for your fellow queen, buffy” and buffy looks shooketh like hey if andi don’t want him go get him sis!

so walker draws a louvre level artist rendering of the ghc and instead of appreciating the fact that walker could probably make an exact recreation of the mona lisa, andi’s like “*rolls eyes emoji* *sucks teeth emoji* now i got TWO of these little boys after me what the fuck -_-” but that doesn’t matter bc buffy and cyrus are LIVING for it.

“im gay so clearly im the better sassy best friend, step tf back bitch”

“the sassy best friend stereotype was made for my black ass cyrus so if you think for even a second I won’t claim my rightful spot you are sadly mistaken”

“let me have this one thing buffy I can’t even say the word gay out loud on this damn show can I at least have this?? can I?”

buffy takes a sip of her virgin margarita and goes...

anyway back at the music shop, jonah has just finished practicing the song bowie ghostwrote for him. jonah’s like “great this is perfect for me to sing outside andi’s window” and bowie quite litcherally flips a table and goes “you rly thought u were gonna pull that corny shit??? what year is it?? 1985 called they want their courtship technique back lol what a loser” and jonah’s like hm perhaps he really is on crack but doesn’t say it out loud bc that would hurt bowie’s feelings :/. bowie says that he already booked jonah to perform at the open mic being held THAT NIGHT lmao and jonah just about has another panic attack bc what??

“what??” he asks bowie who is too busy thinking about him performing “you girl” to bex when they were younger to even remember who jonah even is. jonah’s quite honestly shitting himself and wondering what tf he’s going to do. “being around you” is cute and all but it doesn’t go nearly as hard as andi deserves, especially if he now has to compete with artsy fartsy walker who could probably redo the sistine chapel all by himself if he rly wanted to. “hm..........how can one convey how truly deep in their feelings they are for the one they love?” jonah asks the universe, bc hey it seems to always work for bowie.

the universe responds by sending a speeding car full of college kids blasting aubrey graham’s newest hit single right into the storefront window.

“that’s it!”

jonah’s handing out flyers at the spoon and cyrus literally melts into a puddle and I’m pretty sure this is the first nod to his crush on jonah since he came out to andi wow. andi’s like “since when do u do anything aside from throwing a plastic disc?” and jonah’s like “last week 🤗"

they go to the open mic and some girlie is throwing it DOWN w/ her accordion but bowie being the uncultured swine he is, pulls her off the stage. “anywayyyy here’s our final performance and the only reason we held this show tonight, give a big round of applause to jonah beck!”

jonah walks out with his guitar and an amazon copyrighted product shaped like a portable speaker. bowie’s like 🤨 bc this was supposed to be an acoustic performance tf does he need a backing track for? jonah sits down on his lil stool and clears his throat. “alexa play ‘in my feelings, jonah beck cover’”. the device plays a track consisting of jonah’s angelic backing vocals, and our boy begins to strum his guitar. he opens his mouth to croon...

“trap...trap bowie bowie”

bowie’s chiseled jaw drops to dirty ass music shop floor. “this is...not what I planned.”

“this stuff’s got me in my feelings...gotta be real w/ it...”

the entire audience has a collective heart attack.

“an-di, do u luv me? r u riding? say you’ll never ever leave from beside me, cause I want ya and I need ya, and I’m down for u always...”

buffy and cyrus catch whiplash from turning so fast to face andi. “the song’s about YOU bitch!”

andi shakes her lil head. “puh-lease, no it’s not”

cyrus, doing his best not to cry, says “he literally just said ur name but go off”

andi’s in denial bc eww j*n*h b*ck? singing a song? for her? disgusting. but jonah keeps singing his little heart out and the lyrics are more and more damning as they go on.

“trap, trap bowie bowie...I buy you rice on a string cause you not that showy”

“art 101 cause u just like zoey”

“fuck he is singing about me...”

“fudge that netflix and chill what’s ur net-net-net worth?” jonah sings, hitting an impossible high note. queen of vocals.

“you’re the only one I luv~~~” he serenades, serving us mariah carey level whisper notes. ariana is cancelled! our boy finishes the song, basking in the thought of how many careers he singlehandedly ended by performing at this small hole-in-the-wall music shop in bumfuck, utah. drake your days are numbered sis.

everyone immediately deserts the shop en masse like did y’all see how fast they all left last episode?? damn. buffy and cyrus stay behind while andi is frozen sitting in her chair bc what the hell does one say to that.

bowie goes up to jonah and is like “so um...that was...different.” and jonah responds “ikr! see, ‘being around you’ felt too old school, too...2002. idk why that year specifically, but idk it just sounds like it was written in 2002 for a completely different person, maybe even bex, but what do I know? im just your friendly neighborhood jonah beck.” bowie is shook. “anyway, do u think andi liked it?” bowie looks up to see his dorder who he’s more or less forgot about in favor of m*randa and demon child for the past couple of days walking in slow motion to the stage. how she was doing that was beyond him. “well, she looks like she’s about to cry so that’s either a very good thing or a very bad thing. ur on ur own now bud.” and he skidaddles to where bex is waiting. oh yeah bex was in this episode too I forgot.

andi approaches jonah and he’s like “...so...song....you like?” and andi’s internally screaming bc everyone for the past several weeks has been pushing this relationship on her including jonah himself and now he just sung this song in front of all these ppl and now she pretty much HAS to kiss him so anyway ya she does.

when she pulls away jonah blinks. “oh...dosche”

THE END.

will andi finally break up with jonah for good? will jonah avoid copyright infringement for covering a drake song on disney channel? will bowie seek help for his crack addiction? find out next time on dragonball z!

#this is...several levels of terrible #andi mack

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guren-no-shishio · 6 years

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What do you think of the chapter of today ? Any expectation for the next one ?

To be honest, I had to go back and reread the chapter cause I basically forgot everything up until the last few pages, LOL. You can really tell what I focused on. Also a read more cause I went overboard and wrote way too much XDD

Aside from the obvious excitement of said last pages - I actually liked it. Vice Captain Randall’s magic is actually kinda cool and I am glad he doesn’t seem to be bad, definitely better then Xerx already and thank goodness for that. He’s that strong possessed that people are having trouble using magic around him, same as elf!Charlotte. It’s nice to see the level of the elf based on who can actually use magic around them.

Now for Leo; like good on him. While he may not have been able to do much against elf!Randall - he didn’t cower in fear, he didn’t give up. He was able to dodge an near unreadable attack as well. Even if he lost, I am proud of the little guy.

There seems to be some sort of hint to something? Elf!Randall had a twitch when we got that panel with the feline behind Leopold (not exactly sure what member of the feline family Tabata was going for there, tbh) So I am hoping we get something from Leopold in the future, it’s a shame we didn’t get much from him here. But I suppose it set it up more for something much later.

I do like how we got Salamander’s POV as it was heading down to Fuegoleon in his bed, I also didn’t really pick up on this last time cause I was just not really focusing on it that much at all, lol. Though, I do have a few questions I want answered ASAP;

Does Salamander have something to do with Fuegoleon seeming to be perfectly fine?

Why is Salamander there and why did it seek him out from who knows where?

If Salamander was destined to be Fuegoleon’s spirit all this time, why did it take 30 years for it to come to him? And why exactly now of all times?

Elf!Randall recognised Salamander, so I guess it’s possible that Salamander was contracted to elf!Fana centuries ago and not actually Fana herself? Which could be why Salamander ditched her? Idk, but considering Fana should be possessed again, this doesn’t really work out…

I also thought it was a bit odd that Salamander was small for elf!Fana when we first saw it, but is rather large right away with Fuegoleon. I hope we find out what this means, cause even with Yuno, Sylph was very childlike and grew/matured as his power did.

And then you compare Fuegoleon’s Salamander to this and realise that it isn’t even that big of a Dragon. Makes me wonder if it can grow even larger then what it did under Fana’s influence - I have to admit it’d be oddly cool to see Fuegoleon riding a huge ass Dragon in the future rather then his Fire Lion.

But it does seem like Fuegoleon got a power up, I guess this could be Tabata hinting at him being the next Wizard King? (sorry Nozel) If Fuego didn’t lose much of his original strength before his coma, then Salamander will definitely give him a boost in power; making him even stronger then before.

I am glad Fuegoleon is finally back after all this time; but I suppose I am not really a big fan of the timing? We also never saw what Fuegoleon was capable of before all this if he went all out and now he comes back with the Salamander of all things. As he literally just woke up from a coma that lasted for who knows how long and lost and a limb, one would expect him to be weakened and need some assistance - he should really be out of shape… So I hope there is some struggle for him.

But, anyways - can we just also take yet another moment to appreciate the art? Especially in those last two panels! I love how Fuegoleon looked before but damn, Tabata’s current art style really does him justice!! I am definitely looking forward to seeing more of him in the next chapters; he’s gonna be looking so good.

As for the next chapter? I am just hoping for some sort of explanation about Salamander, maybe learn to see if it can actually speak and has some sort of personality? Some good Fuegoleon moments as well cause it’s just been way too long.

I am not sure this will happen next chapter, but I really wanna see Fuegoleon react to finding out that Mereoleona is the Captain now and not him - this thought instantly came to mind at his line “I am the Captain of the Crimson Lions”. Please Tabata, give us this.

This is all that comes to mind at the moment, but basically a lot of my thoughts go to Salamander and I am sure a lot of us are wondering about it too. Hopefully the next few chapters give us the answers and doesn’t make Fuegoleon unreasonably stronger then he should be now that he’s awake and a prime WK candidate.

#Black Clover #anon #bc spoilers #Fuegoleon Vermillion #Fana #Randall #Leopold Vermillion #yeah... I am just gonna roll over and sleep now #why did I even write this much

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secretagentspydetectiveninja · 6 years

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Fresh Start - chapter 3

@mlrarepairmarch continues and I’m still total Dupainchien trash (I wrote this chapter ages ago but forgot to post it whoops)

AO3

It certainly wasn’t the first time Kim had been to Marinette’s house. Far from it. For as long as she could remember he had been welcomed there with open arms, her family always giving him free snacks, him taking refuge there during some akuma attacks. This wasn’t like the odd time when Adrien came over, when her parents would be extra sweet towards him and spy on his and Marinette’s interactions to judge how they were getting on, much like her classmates did. No, they tended to leave Kim alone with her.

Usually it didn’t matter at all. This time, however…

“I see you’ve taken down all those pictures of Adrien,” Kim said as he sat down at the desk, getting out his homework.

He had noticed those? For some reason she had always thought him incapable of noticing things, what with how self-absorbed he was all the time. She just watched him for a few seconds, wondering what could be going on in that ridiculous brain of his. Then she quickly looked away as her cheeks heated up. No staring!

Anyway, of course the real reason her cheeks were heating up was because of this June heatwave that was hitting Europe, obviously. Daytime temperatures were soaring. Even now in the evening it still hadn’t cooled down. Considering Marinette’s room was upstairs, all the heat was trapped up here with her. It made logical sense.

She shakily ran a hand through her fringe, which was now starting to catch the sweat from her forehead. “Is it hot in here or is it just me?”

Kim turned and looked at her with a sudden grin on his face, giving her a wink. “Uh, actually it’s me.”

Oh, for god’s sake! Could he not go five minutes without flirting?! Or being a show-off? He wasn’t exactly wrong, but still…

Seeing her facepalm – more like an excuse to hide her face from him – he chuckled and said, “Nah, but you’re right, it is hot in here. Hang on a minute…”

She had only just removed her face from her hands to see him reach up and–

No. He wasn’t going to take off his hoodie, was he?

But he did. She watched him pull it off and… oh okay there was a shirt underneath, thank god. That being said, she still couldn’t tear her eyes away, indignant fury welling up inside her along with something else – it was so unfair! Why had puberty been so nice to him? Marinette, despite being Ladybug, had to deal with a spotty face and spindly limbs and dorky voice and yet this freaking goblin-looking little kid just had to turn out to be hot!

For several more seconds, though it felt longer, she let herself stare at that annoyingly tight shirt, at everything that certainly hadn’t been there a few years ago that a bit of fabric couldn’t hide, not even noticing Kim’s look of confusion when he caught her watching… which quickly turned to a smirk. He threw the hoodie right at her face.

“Admiring the view, huh Cupcake?”

Cupcake…?

Well, at least that managed to snap her out of it.

“Cupcake, seriously?”

He grinned sheepishly. “I know, it’s lame, but like… you live in a bakery, so…”

“Alright, I’ll allow it.”

“Nice.”

She felt like she ought to say something else, but her mind was blank. She just clutched the hoodie in her arms, still annoyed that someone as cocky as Kim could be the one to win the puberty bingo, still half mesmerized by the fact that he definitely had not been that shredded the last time he took off his hoodie–

“So are we gonna start doing homework or what?”

Oh yes – homework! Marinette flung the hoodie over her shoulder into the corner of her room. “Yeah, let’s just get on with it!”

Phew. Maybe homework would distract her from her… annoyance. She put her homework out in front of her, still feeling far too hot. Which was still because of the heatwave, of course! She fanned herself with one of the pieces of paper, wishing her electric fan hadn’t broken. If only she could use Lucky Charm to cool herself down!

“Mari, if you’re hot why don’t you just take off your jacket? Why do you even wear that thing literally all the time?” Kim’s grin suddenly returned. “I mean, I know you’re probably jealous that you’re not as ripped as me, but…”

She tore off her jacket and threw it at him, not even daring to look. “NEVER MIND, LET’S JUST GET ON WITH THE HOMEWORK NOW…”

Kim had never exactly been the best at homework. That being said, he did try hard when he had to, for which Marinette was grateful. What she was less grateful for, however, was how her own brain did not seem to be working at full capacity, only worsened whenever she looked aside and caught sight of this damn hunk sitting next to her.

What was the big deal anyway? Okay, so he had muscles, whatever! It wasn’t like Marinette herself didn’t. Sure, she looked scrawny on the outside, but all that exercise as Ladybug had left her stronger than she looked – a fact that even Alya had been shocked by that one time she came across Marinette in a sports bra. And Kim’s handsome face wasn’t a big deal either. She saw that smug mug of his at school every day, and she herself was no slouch in the beauty department.

No. Big. Deal.

It would have been way easier to convince herself of all this if it hadn’t been for his near-constant flirting. She was used to it, of course, since that was how they always acted with each other. Kim was full of himself, and expected everyone else to love him that much too. Usually Marinette just laughed along and took it in stride. Today, however, it was making her feel far too hot, even beyond the point that the heatwave could explain it…

It was all because he’d taken off that stupid hoodie! That was to blame. Marinette had never cared before, so why should she start now? She was distracted because he was hot, and once that fact had been fully accepted by her brain then things would go back to normal. They had to. She was sure of it.

Until then she would just have to grit her teeth and bear the sudden heart attacks every time he spoke, every time he even moved…

Kim had to leave later that evening to go back to his own place for dinner. He put the hoodie back on – oh, that was a little better – and then she went downstairs with him to let him out. Her parents called out to them on the way past.

“Kim! You’re always welcome to stay for dinner, if you’d like!”

“Sorry, Mrs Cheng, I’d love to but I have to go – but maybe next time?”

It was odd how polite he could be to her parents, considering how hot-headed and reckless he was the rest of the time. In any case, she was pretty glad he wasn’t staying for dinner, since she wasn’t sure if she could deal with more of him right now.

Well… mostly glad. He was kind of nice to look at. Not that it mattered, though!

She let him out of the back door, forcing her brain to work again. “See you at school tomorrow, Kim.”

“Yeah, you too Cupcake.”

That silly nickname again! He didn’t give nicknames to other kids in the class. Maybe it was just a side-effect of having known her for so long, or maybe–

Her train of thought was halted in its tracks as he leaned down and pressed a kiss to her cheek, then walked off without another word.

Marinette stood totally still for several seconds, her face slowly flushing bright red… at least until she remembered that they were French, and it wasn’t the first time he’d done that, and the only reason she was blushing was because of everything else on her mind today, NOT because it meant anything. Because it didn’t!

Tikki floated out of her pocket. “Marinette, are you okay?”

She took a deep breath. “Yes. I’m fine.”

She was. She really, really was. And with that, she turned around and went back inside.

After dinner that night she transformed into Ladybug and met up with Chat Noir, as she often did. The temperature was still ridiculously warm, though luckily her suit caused her not to feel it so much. Of course, her suit did nothing to stop her feeling so warm on the inside, so annoyingly, uncomfortably warm, especially since she couldn’t stop thinking about… certain things…

“So what’s up, my lady?” Chat asked her, laying on the surface of the roof like an art model, so over the top as usual.

“Not much,” she said after a pause. There was no need to get into her personal life with him.

Amusingly enough, though, she couldn’t help thinking fondly of how similar Chat could be to a certain someone. Giving her a silly nickname, acting so flirty and extra, always putting on the charms, always being there for her like friends should be. Not too shabby-looking, either.

So then why didn’t Chat Noir affect her? Why did this heartthrob of a superhero in a skin-tight suit not send her mind reeling the way Kim had been doing lately? Chat Noir was hot too, and she knew it! All of Paris knew it!

“Well I’ve been having a paw-some few days, so I’ll try and make your day a little better too!”

Oh, his stupid puns. They always brought a reluctant smile to her face. “What’s got you so upbeat today, chaton?”

He got to his feet and walked over, resting his baton across his shoulders. “Nothing big. There’s this friend I have, and she was always really weird around me – but recently she’s been warming up to me! It’s nice to be able to get to know her better.”

Well, at least his life really seemed to be looking up. “That’s nice. Having friends is always good.”

Except when they were way too hot and stuck in your mind no matter what…

“Don’t worry, you’ll always be my best friend,” Chat breathed, leaning closer. Oh, this silly kitten and his ridiculous attempts at flirting. It was just as entertaining as it always had been.

“You’re always my best friend too. Anyway, come on – we’ve got a patrol to be getting on with!”

She swung off the roof, and he quickly followed.

The next day, Miss Bustier’s birthday, was a day of celebration for the class. Or at least, they had wanted it to be. The teacher herself refused to let the kids make a big deal of things. Marinette still brought in a box of cupcakes from the bakery for everyone to share, though, and Alya snapped away a bunch of class photos to send to everyone. They all appreciated their teacher, and they wanted to show it.

Later that day Marinette stood alone in the lockers, quietly opening her bag and slipping the last cupcake inside for Tikki to eat as a treat. That wonderful kwami deserved all the food she could get, really. She closed her bag again, about to go back to the courtyard to meet up with Alya, when someone suddenly covered her eyes from behind.

“Guess who?”

Judging by that voice, and the fact that she had a mini heart attack on hearing it, she didn’t even have to guess. “I know it’s you, Kim.”

“Yeah, of course it’s me.” He took his hands away and came round to stand in front of her. “Hah, Cupcake actually brought in cupcakes! I’m totally psychic.”

Boasting again? How predictable. “It’s just a coincidence.”

“That’s exactly what I want people to think,” he said with a wink. Marinette found herself having to stifle a giggle, and also having to ignore a sudden adrenaline rush – what was up with that? Anyway, this stupid kid’s ego was way too big for his own good, and she wasn’t about to let herself add to that!

“It’s very childish to pretend to have superpowers,” she said.

“How do you know I’m pretending? What if I’m secretly Chat Noir?”

“That’s ridiculous, you can’t be Chat Noir, because–”

She stopped. How to explain that she knew Chat Noir too well to be fooled by something like that? That Chat Noir didn’t give her heart attacks when speaking to her? Oh – and that Kim had literally been akumatized before, and she and Chat had saved him more times than they could count?

“See?” Kim said when she didn’t continue. “You’ve got no proof! I’m totally a superhero, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

He tapped her on the nose, then walked off. She clenched her fists, a second adrenaline rush hitting her. That – that guy! He was so annoying! And not just because he was hot, but everything else about him too…

#if you think marinette's smitten now just wait for later huehuehuehue #mlrarepair2018 #miraculous ladybug #marinette dupain cheng #le chien kim #dupainchien #i guess cat child is here a bit too but he's irrelevant lol #random stuff #aish writes

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For Those Who Want to Get Better At Writing And Were Told “Just Write” And Don’t Know What To Do With That Advice

Just like one cannot get better at painting without painting, or sculpting without sculpting, or drawing without drawing, one cannot get better at writing without--you guessed it--writing.

But!

I don’t know about you, but telling someone to “just go write” is too abstract of a command for me to follow. So, here and now, I will break down some very simple very clear very tangible things you can do to become a better writer (in my humble and personal opinion, that is).

1.) Writing is Private. Keep It To Yourself.

Listen, I’m sure I’ll get some backlash from this sentiment, but its honestly what I personally feel to be the healthiest way to write, whether that be at the very start of your writing journey, or very late stage. When you share your writing with someone, one or more of the following is likely to happen:

- you’ll receive criticism from the reader. It could be something you can actually take and use, but more often than not it’ll be something you can’t do much about, such as “Idk I just don’t like this style of writing”. Criticism, especially when given at a stage where you yourself don’t have a lot of confidence in your creation, can be the poison that kills all motivation to improve.

- the reader will never actually get around to reading it. This happens a lot, more so with original works than fanfics. And it doesn’t matter why they never read it, be it deliberate or they just totally forgot: it’ll hurt. And it’ll be disheartening.

- they will read it, and they’ll love it! They’ll be really into the story! They’ll want more!! And believe me, you won’t be able to deliver. Either you just aren’t writing at a clip of a pace, or the writing you are getting done just doesn’t feel good enough to share. Either way, this will grow guilt onto your writing project and cause you to lose motivation to keep writing

We live in an age of oversharing, where if you do anything interesting of or make something you're proud of, you immediately expect the world to see it and appreciate it at the same level you personally do. Art is not meant for this kind of exposure, be it drawings, paintings, writing, anything. Art and writing are a private venture, an expression of the soul. Sometimes, you’ll produce a piece so exceptional in which you are unshakably proud of in your own right you can share it without expectation of praise nor fear of criticism. For writing, this will be after at least a second draft or seven, never your first time through writing a piece.

So don’t share. Keep your writing to yourself. It doesn’t matter if people think it’s “good” or not, because it’s not for them. So write whatever the hell your heart desires! Write something totally weird! Write something that doesn’t make sense! Write trash! Write self-inserts! Write a fictional language without any linguistic basis! You should enjoy what you’re creating, free from the concern over whether it will be enjoyed by anyone else. But that leads me to my next point...

2.) Writing Isn’t Always Sunshine And Rainbows

It’s work. Let me say it again for those in the back: writing. is. work. Because let’s face it, Thomas Eddison hit the nail on the head when he said: “ Genius is one percent inspiration, ninety-nine percent perspiration.” And by genius, he means any sort of pursuit of creation, be it creation of the light bulb, creation of a landscape in acrylic on canvas, or, yes, creation of the a story. If you truly want to be better at writing, you have to write even when it’s no longer a cinch. If you truly want to be happy with the way your writing reads on paper, you have to write even when it’s no longer a cinch. If you want to type up the next novel sensation to sweep the nations, you have to write. even. when. it’s. no. longer. a. cinch.

I am probably the worst offender of this piece of advice. If the words aren’t flowing from my mind to the keyboard keys to the word doc like a river freshly un-dammed, I shut the computer and go eat half the kitchen. Which leads me to point number three:

3.) There’s Writing As Creative Flexing. And Then There’s Writing To Practice.

We all want writing to be this wonderful time of sitting down and crafting beautiful and unique plots and characters and moments from the fabric of our own mindscapes, but it can’t always be if you ever want to climb the steps of improvement. Sometimes, you have to write something that you don’t love, that’s totally been done a million times before, something that gets at nothing and leaves no lasting impression. Let me explain.

When I was in middle school, at a time in my life where writing was this shiny new talent I had discovered, a time where I was convinced writing was what I wanted to do when I grew up, when I was convinced that aside from this super eloquent kid named Joey, I was the best writer to grace the planet, I joined a writing club called Power of the Pen. Power of the Pen was this organized sort of writing competition, where the middle-schoolers would go, they’d receive 3 writing prompts over the course of the competition, and for each prompt they have like 30 minutes (maybe an hour??) to write a complete work that responded to the prompt(s). So, during our weekly meeting after school, us kids in the Power of the Pen club were given a sample prompt by our teacher, were given the 30 minutes to write a piece, and then we shared what we wrote with one another and gave compliments and advice to one another.

None of these short stories I made were ever anything spectacular or even really that great, but they were a very instrumental in improving my writing. I learned to keep track of my thoughts as they occurred to me and were inked into the page, learned to mind the clock and hit that full beginning middle end in the time allotted to me. The more I wrote, the more I was able to experiment with the voice I used in my writing, and by trial and error learn how to use a multitude of voices in appropriate contexts.

My point being: not everything you write is going to be your passion project, and it shouldn’t be. Google writing prompts, set a timer, pull out a notebook or open a new document, and get to creating. Not all of them have be complete short stories; a lot of the prompts in practice were meant to make us work on a specific aspect of writing. One prompt I remember was to describe a scene as if we were there with our eyes closed. Another could be to tell a story with nothing but dialogue, the back-and-forth of two or more folks. You could also use these prompts to practice outlining, and come up with a full story--beginning, middle, end, plot twists, etc--without writing the whole thing out. Think of it like an artist filling a sketchbook page with a bunch of hands, so as to get a better grasp of how to draw hands in various ways. This type of writing should be no-strings-attached, it should let you focus on what you need to get better at (and that can be a little bit of everything!). But like the artist and their hand drawings, don’t just create a bunch of identical hands: change it up, try and write with a different tone and voice each time, play around. Write very formally, then write like Chuck Palahniuk, then do something else!

Just because this type of writing is classified as the grind, as the persperation of your genius, doesn’t mean it can’t be fun! Don’t take yourself too seriously when hashing these out. Or you’ll come to hate it, and you’ll never do as much as you should!

4.) Make Time For Writing. Be Ready At Any Time For Writing

If you’re anything like me, you live and write by the mindset of “when I’m feeling in the mood, I’ll write,” and then you’re hardly ever “in the mood” or at least “in the mood” while you’re not in the middle of the busiest week of your life. While there’s absolutely nothing wrong with writing while you’re inspired to write, if you really want to make some headway in your writing journey, you’re gonna need to write far more often than that. In Suggestion #3, I already talked about how you should take the time to do timed writings to work out your writing muscles and add build up your armory of writing instruments. Both this type of practice writing and working on material and ideas that inspire you are perfectly good uses of your time as a writer, but they have to happen to be of any use to you.

That’s why I’m suggesting the unthinkable: schedule your writing.

Yes, I know, it’s horrendous. But hear me out! Think of your writing as a workout. For those who aren’t too familiar with workout culture, those who workout regularly usually keep a pretty hard and fast schedule. They usually allocate which days they are going to workout in a week (and at what time), what sort of muscles/sorts of techniques they are going to work out on which days (i.e. leg day, arm day, core day, pull day, push day, etc), and what machines they need to spend time on and for how long.

So! Let’s apply that mentality, that structure, to our writing! Find time in your week, a day or two at least, where you have a free hour or two (in case the heat picks up, and you need the extra time to carry through with that writing momentum to its fullest potential). Block that time out to write. Now! Get even more structured, like the workout folk! Jot down what kind of writing exercises you are going to do on which days. Timed prompt writing for 30 minutes, then practice outlining for 30 minutes? Work on one of your writing projects for 30 (writing literally anything! See Suggestion #5), then do some 10-minute bursts of writing each focusing on a specific element in the story (i.e. dialogue for 10, descriptive for 10, plot-driven for 10).

Now that I’ve gone and made you ready to write at specific times on specific times when it’snot and convenient for you, I feel obligated to burst this bubble: the urge to write can and will come to you as unpredictably as the wind. And when this happens, you should do whatever you can to entertain the inspiration while its there. If you’re lucky enough to be free, grab a pen and paper or computer and get to it!! If you’re not so lucky, and this urge to write hits you at 3 in the morning, or in the middle of work, or heaven forbid in the midst of midterms or some time comparably as hectic... be prepared! The worst thing you can do is think to yourself: “I’ll remember these thoughts and take to the computer later”. Because you won’t remember them when you get to the computer later, if you even manage to sit your butt down to write at all. If the urge is accompanied by ideas and inspiration, jot those down on whatever scrap of paper you have, or into an email to yourself. Try to include lines of dialogue you hear going through your head, any sort of inkling of context if you have any, the weight/importance of this bit of story to the overall plot, and anything else that might be important to recall later. So even if you don’t get the privilege of working on your writing with these ideas freshly hatched, you won’t lose the ideas for when you have the time to sit down and get the writing you’ve scheduled in advance.

5.) Leave Perfection, Chronological Order, and Omniscience At The Door. You Don’t Need Them Now

Listen. I violate every one of my suggestions, but this one I violate the worst. I want to write my stories from start to finish, filling in every gap as I reach them, and I want my writing to be publishing-ready the first time through. All these things are impossible expectations. Let me repeat, so it sinks in: these things are impossible expectations to have for yourself. Stephen King said something to the effect of this: the first draft you write for yourself, the second draft you write now knowing what the story is you are trying to tell. Ergo, when you write a story, it’s experimental, it’s a project of discovery. You may not know everything single scene that will occur from the start to the finish. You may not know how it will end, or perhaps how it will start. Maybe you won’t know the plot twists, or really know the characters to the full depth they’ll come to embody.

But don’t sweat it! You’re not supposed to know! The point of writing is to bring a whole universe from out of your mindscape, piece by piece like a puzzle. Sometimes, you’ll have a sequence of pieces that all fit together nicely. Sometimes, it will be a scattering of bits from across the big picture that for now have no relation to one another. You’ll need to do a lot of writing before you’ll excavate enough pieces to realize what all the pieces are making together, realize the whole, and from there you can rewrite and revise and write anew to better tell the story that eventually came together.

So! My point being: when you sit down to write, don’t be confined by any the principles above. You’re writing need not even be prose if it doesn’t want to be at the moment, which is especially doable considering we’re not showing your writing to anyone other than yourself (Suggestion #1). It need not be final draft quality writing; the sentences can be choppy, the dialogue can be all back and forth like a screenplay with no spice whatsoever, heck you don’t even have to write a scene if its not coming to you, but instead insert a block that plain and simple hashes out what happens in this space of writing you have yet to craft. Don’t feel like picking up where you left off, then don’t! Write a random disjointed scene that you’re more inspired to create, write the death of one of your characters, write whatever whenever its to happen in the story! Don’t know what’s going to happen? Don’t sweat it! Make anything happen, because you can always just cut that chunk out if you don’t like the direction later on. No one will know your characters had a 20-page shopping spree if you don’t tell them that was the original direction!

These 5 Suggestions should help get all you folks looking to write more or write for the first time off the ground! Feel free to add your own suggestions in the reblogs and all that jazz!! I might add more later, myself.

Happy Writing Everyone!!!

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sidrisa-blog · 7 years

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Sidrisa’s Fanfiction Masterpost

Sid gone give it to ya! A List of everything I’ve written complete with summaries and personal commentary. Please clap.

Art by the lovely @aimosketchcard

1000 Points of Light Series

(listed in chronological order)

If you look, really look. If you close your mouth and open your heart and look

You'll see.

That just like in the darkest of nights

In the darkest of hearts.

You can still see starlight.

Power and Magic (Completed)

The princes come with their exalted Father arriving amidst a hail of pomp and pageantry all parties would rather forgo.This is war, where men die, their blood purchasing land and peace until it's time for more men and more blood.But your mother adheres to the old rules of hearth and hospitality. The Lords of Asgard must be given their due despite the grim business precipitating their arrival.It is too bad they don't deserve it.There is nothing to recommend him, Loki, Prince of Asgard. He is rude and cold and childish. You try to find some merit in him.You find none.Exactly none.But maybe, after trial and tribulation,

You will.

Author’s Comment: The biggest goddamned thing I’ve ever written IN MY LIFE. It has very nearly consumed me. The ENTIRE world I have constructed on top of Asgard is like all I wanna do. I want to inhabit this place and examine this Princess and her people and her struggles as a new rule with a new relationship with someone as utterly enchanting and intractable as Loki. It’s SO MUCH FLIPPING FUN.

Ailments and Acquisitions (Work in Progress)

Someone is sick. Someone is in love. Nobody can tell the difference.

Author’s Comment: This was supposed to be a sick!fic and spiraled out of control. (as I adore these characters and their interactions so OF COURSE small things get big) On temporary hiatus but I fully intend to finish it.

Food and Wine (Drabble) This one is really good.

You are possessed of an urgent need to cook. That boy ain't eating, he's too thin. You'll make sure you fix that.

Author’s Comment: I’m a sucker for the regular tropes. I’ll also take every opportunity I can to explore The Princess’s paste before Loki. And I like to think Loki appreciates that. While he knows better, as far as he’s concerned, yes she has a history but most of who she is comes from her time in Asgard. Yet there are literal CENTURIES of history that happened before him. This fic skims that surface.

Tender Heads and Heavy Hands (Drabble)

Spy’s get exactly what they want, exactly what they need, and nothing they expect.

Author’s Comment: I’m black. I have a THING about hair. I always write a hair fic. Always.

Worries and Misunderstandings (Drabble)

After trial and tribulation, after sacrifice and loss, with the Power and Magic of love behind you, you are finally ready to assume your throne and take your rightful place as Queen. But as you approach your capital city, you begin to have doubts and fears that cause worry among your people. Namely your Princely lover. Can he muster the empathy it takes to keep you focused? Or will your revelation shatter the tenuous happiness you both have finally managed to create for one another.

Author’s Comment: I used to write my summaries so much longer and more detailed. sigh Pregnancy scare fic? What the hell not.

Returns and Readjustments (Work in Progress)

After a whole lot of Power and Magic and a few Worries and Misunderstandings, you've returned home to take up your mantle as the Queen of the Lowlands. But even though going home was the one thing you desired most, taking your rightful place is not as easy as it seems. Nor is it easy for your friends, your beloved Se'risa, and a certain Prince who may wish for everything to go back to the way it was.

Author’s Comment: Oh. Bitch. This is likely, though not guaranteed, going to be the jump off for a series of multi-chaptered fics about life in the Southlands. Like a prologue of sorts that introduces new characters, a new setting, and a new situation from which hundreds of other little drabbles follow. (And I might consider making this the start of a series within a series. It’s like under the 1000 points of lights umbrella but we obviously have the Asgard Sequence and now the new Southlands Sequence. Too bad AO3 won’t let me break it down further to avoid confusion. I’m NOT DONE with this fic. It’ll end with a grand coronation so there’s just a biiiit more to come.

Other Fanfiction

(Un)American Gods

Loki is in want of a new apprentice. He, however, is wildly unimpressed by his supplicants.

Until he hears you.

Author’s Comment: A bolt of divine (literally) inspiration that promptly fizzled. I like the premise but attempts to follow through have turned up for naught. Enjoy what this is right now. There may be more but likely not. Just the idea of Loki running around with his freedwoman apprentice causing havoc in the antebellum south? Jesus. Yes. I hope I find the inspiration to come back to this.

The Hell Hunter of Harlem

You are the newest Hell Hunter of Harlem and the heir to one of the oldest Brownstones in the city, a gift willed to you by your famous (and in certain circles infamous) grandmother– the previous Hunter. But dispatching the undead is a thankless (and payless) job while paying for the mortgage, taxes, maintenance, and insurance is more than your meager salary as a customer service rep can bear.

So you don’t bat an eye, or run a background check, when the handsome, private, and very pale Loki Odinson answers your ad for a roommate with cash, upfront, and paid in advance– unaware that you’re the very Hell Hunter he’s been sent to kill.

Author’s Comment: Great premise. Fucking fantastic. More’s coming. Spppoooky fic.

Wages and Sin

You take your last customer, of your last table, on your last day of gainful employment. And he leaves you with a lasting impression.

Author’s Comment: Wow! I’d forgotten about this one! It’s good too! Gonna put it up on the AO3 this one is so surprisingly good. Totally forgot I wrote it!

And that’s it. That’s everything SO. FAR. I hope you’ve enjoyed what I’ve done, and I hope you’ll stick around (and tell your friends) for the more (so so much more) to come.

#sidrisa master...posts #masterpost #sidrisa lays all her work out for you to consume #please clap

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High school Au complete Prompt list

So, I’ve been searching ALL of tumblr and I have managed to find these prompts. So don’t think I have to say this but… DISCLAIMER: i do NOT own any of these ideas or prompts they are literally all random and from different blogs across tumblr.

1. We both want the last seat on the bus AU 2. We have to share rooms on a residential trip AU 3. I forgot my bus pass and the driver is an asshole but you paid for me instead AU 4. Having to sit next to each other for a really long bus trip AU 5. We’re competing for top of the class AU 6. We’ve been rivals in school since year one but oh my god you’re really cute now and I crush on you so hard AU 7. I was stood up on the bus next to your seat and the bus braked really suddenly and now I’m in your lap AU 8. You found me crying in the toilets AU 9. You found me hitting the vending machine because I didn’t realise its exact change and shit that’s my bus fare AU 10. I tripped over in the canteen and I got my lunch all over you and I’m so sorry AU 11. I was trying to throw the tippex to my friend but it hit you and your blazer is stained and so is your work oh god AU 12. You put my shirt on by accident in the changing rooms can I have it back please AU 13. You’re really good at IT and i can barely make a PowerPoint omg please help me before i start crying AU 14. We met in the medical room when you’re about to throw up and I’m praying it’s not on me AU 15. I just accidentally flung a basketball at your face because my aim is terrible and holy shit you’re bleeding let me take you to the medical room AU 16. It’s sports day and I’m not going to fucking lose to you AU 17. We got partnered together for a dissection and I HATE gore AU 18. Year group game of manhunt and oh you fucker that’s my hiding spot but neither of us is moving so were both gunna have to cram in here AU 19. I thought you were my friend from behind so I just ran up and punched you omg I’m so sorry AU 20. I was making ugly faces at a friend in class and I forgot you’re right in front of me oh god you’re cute too this is so embarrassing please stop laughing.

-“There was a fire drill while you were in the shower so you had to come out to the designated area with a towel wrapped around your waist and your friend still has shaving cream on his face” au

-“My friend and I thought it was a good idea to practice volleyball inside the rec center and broke one of the lights; you were trying to fix it and the admins thought you broke it.” au

-“We got kicked out of the rec center for throwing fruit and no one told you so you have to get your stuff by climbing in through the window without getting caught.” au

-“You had a snowball and you thought that the driver coming in your direction was your classmate but it was actually a teacher so now you have to wipe off the snow and apologize” au -“We all swore off cookie clicker but now you brought it back and we started playing it again despite ourselves” au

-“We’re in Drama but you’re not so we make inside jokes about the lines or burst out into song randomly and now you’re either annoyed or amused by all this” au

-“We’re in Fencing and somehow I stabbed you below the belt and I am so sorry” au

-“We’re in an orientation session and I was looking at your name tag from the corner of my eye but you thought I was staring at your boobs” au

I’m really passionate about this cause and I will give you this flier if I have to shove it down your throat. Vicious battle over the only left handed desk in the room. My roommate’s boyfriend is staying over, so can I please sleep on your floor? It’s pouring and my final paper is in my backpack, so I guess we’re stuck under this tiny awning together. Do you think they’d deliver pizza here? Hey I have to photograph someone for class, will you be my model? Hey I have to take someone’s blood pressure for class, will you be my victim? I know I keep coming to the cookie shop and for some reason it’s always your shift but don’t you dare judge me– I need these for my sanity. All our friends are drunk. It’s 3 am and I’m still in the library studying for finals and I’m losing my grip on reality and I think I just saw a ghost.

“your handwriting looks like jesus personified while mine looks like i wrote everything in the dark yet i’m writing you love letters and not the other way around this is what i get.” au “you forgot your textbook on the bus yesterday and we’re having a dress up day tomorrow and i’m gonna look so good returning your textbook so you better fucking notice me.” au “i had a dream where i was so cool you asked me to put my number into your phone but i spelled my name wrong thirty times.” au “we’re having a heritage day tomorrow and i’m bringing in food from my country and i will fucking force you to eat it if you don’t.” au “i keep on leaving sticky notes on your locker with really back pick up lines on them and you don’t know who’s doing it but it’s me.” au “I was walking to my class and i was staring at you but i tripped and twisted my ankle and now your riding the ambulance with me and now i have to come up with an excuse to tell the doctor why i hurt my ankle.” au “you tripped and injured yourself in gym class today and my first thought was ‘mmm whatcha say’ and i’m so sorry i’m not even using the meme right.” au “i didn’t know you when you were eating a banana and i perved on you on the bus but now i have a crush on you and i keep on forgetting this is how it escalated.” au “my gender suggests that i should not be taking the dancing role (lead or non-lead) i am but i’m doing it that way and just fucking deal with it.” au “i am really mad at you for a ridiculous reason and you have no idea because we don’t even talk and you don’t even know me but fuck it i’m mad.” au “my friend works on the yearbook and they’re taking photos but i stole their camera to take pictures of you and i keep on forgetting your on the yearbook team so now they have to come up with an excuse to why there are fifty pictures of you to you and the teacher.” au “i heard you were the at your martial art and i do martial arts too so all i want to do is to meet up with you at a dojo so i can kick your ass.” au “the process i have made to talk to you is so terribly slow i need my whole squad and the swat team and even the fbi to get this shit going because i can’t.” au

The teacher’s first day at a new school. The teacher’s last day at the school/of the school year. The teacher’s students are graduating. People keep mistaking the teacher for a student. The teacher has a conflict with a parent of one of their students. The teacher makes an embarrassing mistake while explaining the material. The teacher has a conflict with the headmaster/headmistress. The teacher tries to found a new club/extracurricular activity. The teacher’s students keep performing terribly on tests. The teacher shares their office with someone they can’t stand. The substitute teacher has an awful, not good day. The teacher has to chaperon a field trip. Things go horribly wrong. There’s a rivalry between two teachers. The teacher has trouble with one child in particular. The teacher’s own child is in their class.

Your character needs a tutor. Your character is the popular kid falling in love with an outcast. Your character sneaks out to meet their crush. Your character tries to confess with the help of something they’ve just learned in class. Your character sneaks away during a field trip to hang out with their Significant Other. Your character is secretly dating someone when a formal dance is announced. Your character’s crush is skipping school and your character investigates. Your character’s barely even spoken to the person they are paired with for a project. Your character and their crush get lost together on a field trip. Your character thinks their crush has been unfairly punished by the teacher. A teacher catches you character making out with someone. Your character meets someone on a school trip. Your characters pass love notes in class. Your character confesses on stage during a school production. Your character decides to skip the school dance and their crush comes over to hang out with them.

A character is falling behind in class and they’re sent to someone unexpected for help. A character is missing a lot of school and everyone is surprised by the reason. A character can’t find an elective subject that would interest them. An outsider is determined to be on an event planning committee. Character A never has a lunch. Character B offers to share with them. A class goes on a field trip. Chaos ensues. A character really wants their band to perform at a school dance. Character A forgets their textbook. Character B shares theirs. Character A is new to the school, Character B shows them around. A character is given detention for something they didn’t do. A character desperately wants to be on a sports team. The school bus gets in trouble. Someone keeps stealing Character’s things. The class goes on a field trip to a character’s parent’s workplace. Strange messages appear on the class’s blackboard.

1. Character A is tasked with showing Character B around. 2. Character A is made to sit with Character B. 3. Characters are both skipping class at the same time. 4. Character A is a tutor, Character B needs help. 5. Characters meet in detention. 6. Characters meet on a school trip. 7. One of the characters accidentally walks into the wrong classroom. 8. Characters engage in the smare extracurricular activity. 9. Characters are forced to sit together at lunch for some reason. 10. Character A sees someone harrassing Character B. 11. Character A approaches Character B about some extracurricular activity. 12. Characters meet at the Nurse’s office. 13. Character A helps Character B open their locker. 14. Character A is tasked with interviewing Character B for the school media. 15. A teacher asks Character A to demonstrate something for the class Character B is in.

“We’re the only ones in detention” “I desperately need my books but my locker is blocked and you’re the only one in the hall” “Someone wrote I’m cute in the bathroom stall and your notes match the handwriting” “I twisted my ankle and you’re the only one here strong enough to carry me to the nurse’s office but we’re both really awkward” “We were both left out when everyone was picking partners and now we always choose each other when we have classes together” “I lent you my cool pencil months ago and you still use it” “I accidentally took your notebook thinking it was mine and you have really nice handwriting and cute doodles” “You started sitting by me at lunch because I’m alone at my table but we never talk to each other” “I was really hungry but had no money and you bought me lunch even though I don’t know you” “I left my phone number on the bathroom stall wall and you text me about your day and your frustrations for a month & it’s really nice and cute but I still don’t know who you are” “I fell asleep on your couch after a party but you didn’t complain and made breakfast for the both of us” sharing a textbook and leaving each other notes and answers in page corners found their phone number in a library book dancing partners younger siblings are best friends playing romantic interests in a play “yes i understand that it’s may and this classroom is stuffy but why are you taking your shirt off and why aren’t you in trouble (not that i mind)” “i can’t believe you dropped the frog we’re dissecting on tHE FLOOR WHAT THE FUCK” “i’m fightin this person and they shoved me into u im sooo sorry- oh hey you’re cute- oH MY GOD UR KICKIN ASS MARRY ME!!! PLEASE!!!!” “you asked me to prom by filling my locker with ping pong balls that say “prom?” on them but i tripped on one and smacked my head on a locker but thanks for taking me to the nurse!!! i still want to go with you!!”

-“We are the only people in the whole school who have to share a locker and let me tell you, I’m not enjoying this either.” -“I walked into the bathroom to fix up a nosebleed, and I see you doing your hair. Ten minutes later I come back because the nosebleed is back, and you are STILL DOING YOUR HAIR WHAT THE FUCK” -“I was writing you a letter i n the middle of class confessing my crush towards you, but the teacher thought I was writing notes, so they made me read it out loud to the whole class. You are in my class.” -“Listen, I know it’s 3:00 AM, but my little sibling put my homework in the sink and totally ruined it. I need you to photocopy yours so I can finish mine.” -“You are a cheerleader for our school’s baseball team, while I am part of the team. This wouldn’t be so bad, except for the fact that you are insanely hot in your uniform, and I keep striking out when I’m up at bat.” -“We have to kiss in our school play, but both of us are experienced so we don’t worry too much about it. On opening night, you decide to use tongue tHIS WASN’T IN THE SCRIPT but holy shit I almost moaned onstage” -“Your cat followed me into the school today, what do I do?” -“My parents were fighting so I snuck into the school to spend the night there. Oh, your parents are fighting too? Looks like we’re band room roommates for the night.” -“We’re watching a horror movie in class, but you are the biggest wuss in the whole world, so you spent more time burying your face in my chest rather than watching the movie. -“You have one of those pens that can write in five different colours and I stole it because it’s so fucking cool.” -“We sit together in art class, and every class, you ramble on about things you are excited/passionate about. The thing is, you are really shy and don’t talk much, so this is incredibly adorable.” -“You started a support club at school for sexual abuse victims, and you and I were the only ones there.” -“For the love of all things holy, if you do not stop tapping your fucking pencil on your desk, I am going to throw a shit fit.” -“I sang a song at the school talent show that I claimed was dedicated to someone I was in love with, but I accidentally let it slip out that it was you.”

Cramming until 3 in the morning and having to sleep over at each others house AU The classic Lab Partner AU “I don’t like dressing out in front of people in the locker room can you cover me from now on” AU “We’re the only ones in detention” AU “I’m stuck in my locker and you’re the only one in the hall” AU “None of my friends are good at math and I need a tutor but you are very intimidating” AU “Someone wrote I’m cute in the bathroom stall and your notes match the handwriting” AU “I twisted my ankle and you’re the only one here strong enough to carry me to the nurse’s office but we’re both really awkward” AU “We were both left out when everyone was picking partners and now we always choose each other when we have classes together” AU “I lent you my cool pencil months ago and you still use it” AU “We were both skipping class at the same time in the bathroom but someone passed by and now were hiding in a cramped stall” AU “I accidentally took your notebook thinking it was mine and you have really nice handwriting and cute doodles” AU “You started sitting by me at lunch because I’m alone at my table but we never talk to each other” AU “I was really hungry but had no money and you bought me lunch even though I don’t know you” AU “You make two lunches every morning and give one of them to me every day” AU “I found someones graduation ring and I’m trying to figure out whos it is” AU “I left my phone number on the bathroom stall wall and you text me about your day and your frustrations for a month & it’s really nice and cute but I still don’t know who you are” AU “Our friends grouped up for prom but we’re the only two without a date lets hang out” AU “I fell asleep on your couch after a party but you didn’t complain and made breakfast for the both of us” AU

“i’m in the nurse’s office a lot with migraines and you’re always in here organizing her tongue depressors and i really don’t think you go to this school so what gives”

“Apparently I was the only one that got the email saying to wear your pajamas to school today.” “Getting really tired of teachers saying whatever they want to me and when I try and defend myself, they send me to in school suspension.” “I had to come in early to make up the test I missed last week. I’m pretty sure the school would make a fortune if they had a coffee vending machine.” “I have a near perfect GPA, but that apparently means nothing if my shorts are too short.” “I studied for this test all week! How did I only get an 8%?” “I’m not sure if that was sex ed or Sunday school.” “If you don’t do your share of the work, I’ll take your name off the project and you can take a zero. You’re not getting the grade for doing nothing.” “My locker is jammed again. I’m ready to find a lockermate and just be done with it.” “My parents didn’t believe that the homework said to only do the even numbers on the worksheet and wouldn’t let me eat dinner until I did the entire thing.” “No one told me there was a two hour delay today so I spent half an hour trying to get into the building before a police officer showed up and broke the news.” “So I found your phone number on another bathroom stall.” “The teacher caught me with my phone out and took it away. They gave it back at the end of the day and everything but my background was a picture of their face.” “The vice principal pronounced my name wrong in the morning announcements again.” “There’s a locker number and combination in the back of my textbook. Are you up for an adventure?” “Wait I’m sorry, did you say you have a cat in your locker?” “We don’t have to be friends but we do have to be lab partners.” “What do you mean you didn’t do the homework last night? I was going to copy off of you before class!” “When are they going to understand that no one in this school is interested in eating tuna melts every Tuesday?” “When my locker neighbor slammed their locker shut, my shirt somehow got closed in it and they didn’t notice so there I was with two options: Take my shirt off or wait for help and I really didn’t feel like getting sent home for dress code today.” “Yes, I absolutely think it’s a terrible idea for you to try to seduce our chemistry teacher.”

“cheerleader dates the jock” AU “jock dates jock from the rival team” AU “my lab/project partner is super cute” AU “nerd tutors popular kid who doesn’t care” AU “we’ve been sitting next to each other on the bus everyday but we never really bothered talking” AU “jock dates theatre nerd” AU “costars in the school’s musical” AU “my bf/gf is going to college and i’m still in senior year” AU “new kid looks like they need help” AU “this kid has been cutting me on the lunch line everyday i’m so annoyed what the fuck” AU “i’m too weak to get my locker open so i ask you to open my locker everyday i’m so sorry” AU “wait my best friend is super hot and amazing fuck” AU “i keep falling asleep in this class and i need to borrow your notes all the time thank u so much” AU “i found this ID and the person is super cute, now i have to go on a hunt for them” AU “two choir/band/orchestra nerds” AU “two jocks” AU “two teammates” AU “partner projects? more like i do all the work and my partner gets the credit what the fuck” AU “cute lil nerd who cares to much and lazy rebel” AU “my neighbor and i carpool and i just realized how hot they are” AU “okay listen, i’ve seen you cheating off my test, what the fuck man, don’t get me in trouble” AU “student/teacher” AU (im sorry it belongs on this list) “rich kid try hard who probably will get into an ivy and the kid who looks like they never comb their hair, how are they dating??” AU “i met you over the summer and we had this fling and now you moved here but i kinda started dating someone but i kinda still like you wow did u get hotter and more amazing??” AU

no wonder why you’re the football coach damn you’re fit au you’re so wrong i’m going to stop my lecture to tell you why au *aggressively argues for whose team is better even though they’re completely different sports* au our students think we’re dating au a student catches us texting to each other in class oh how the tables have turned au we leave each other notes on the blackboards au someone’s taking my lunches au our classrooms are adjacent to each other and we can always see each other through the door windows au i will yell at you even though both our doors are closed to shut up your class jesus christ au our students see us leave the same car in the morning and guess what they think au i’m the drama teacher and you’re the only who can actually act help me demonstrate this love scene to my students au

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I did not expect to have such a major past break down, but seeing the sites again brought back more than I could handle. I took back my body from the Bunker by the sea, sexually, and I was amazed to finally do that for myself, but not left to rest enough alone. I had a good night that night, but my week was compiled of people's doubts and analyzations of me and I just got so angry that I have been on trial for a great Loss of Self, that I just couldn't take another mean word. I cried all day today basically.. Been feeling so sad, I forgot how sad I was back then, but I am integrating and I am sorry for being mean and vicious, but I am screaming at the behaviour and the pain of those acts that left my heart mangled and my body broken down in so so so many ways.. I had to get really mad. And it is the first time, I have ever been that angry at all. 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