#i've been worried sick all day and i am so glad it's not any of the things we feared it was

[pochapal]

situation update with my friend: all the worst cases got ruled out which is such a relief. provided the good news stays good news i should be in a better headspace to get back into everything tomorrow.

#:) #i've been worried sick all day and i am so glad it's not any of the things we feared it was #depending on how everything goes i may need to postpone starting umineko 1-11 to next week #but i should still hopefully get the writeup done before the end of this weekend #i'll try to make it all work but thanks for understanding either way

[cassandraclare]

*sighs a bit* Okay. Guys. I have been asked this question a lot, and answered it a lot. I don't know how to give a better answer — Dru & Ty&Kit share significance as main characters — so I guess I'll talk a little about comparison and structures.

First, all series have different structures. I don't think it's super useful or predictive to try to map an upcoming, unknown book series onto an existing series. In TLH the main character was Cordelia, everyone else was secondary to her, and people's roles and the significance of them altered from book to book. It was a big ensemble cast and they mostly stayed put in London especially in book 1.

TWP focuses on a smaller group of people. It also has a very different structure. In book one, Dru is not with Kit and Ty. They are in different places, both of which have their own stories that are significant to the plot. There is no way to see Place One without following Dru. There is no way to see Place Two without following Kit and Ty.

I know that TWP is a long way off. I know there are people who are very angry with me that there's such a gap, but there isn't anything currently I can do about that, or about the fact that I don't yet have the schedule for my upcoming books. That rests in the hands of several different publishers who must coordinate the release times and production schedules for four different series. I am not withholding any information about when these books come out. I simply don't know it yet.

I understand that TWP being a long way off makes for anxiety, and that those who are worried Kit and Ty will somehow be secondary are looking for tiny clues in microscopic details — micro-reading the of placement of the word "and" in my newsletter and such — that are meaningless, but I get that it all comes from anxiety. (FTR, those worried Dru will be secondary are equally anxious.)

I think there is only so much I can say. Because there's a big gap between TLH and TWP everything I do say or every image or hint about it is freighted with a weight of assumption it can't really support. Anxiety is always going to trump reassurance. And truly, at the end of the day, if you only care about Kit and Ty and find the idea of a Dru story tiresome, you will feel like they got shafted because when you absolutely hate a plotline, you will always feel like it's taking up way too much space. That's just how our minds work.

I've been doing this long enough that I know no book can survive a hostile reading. I know that Book Three of a trilogy is the one people hate until they don't. (When Clockwork Princess came out people hated it so much I considered quitting writing!) I know that it's wonderful to love a character but can also be a problem for people when I put out books that aren't about that particular character or dynamic. I know that for a lot of people, Sword Catcher and Ragpicker King are just tiresome things that have no business on my schedule because they're not Shadowhunter books. And I get it. But I also have to block it out, because I've been writing a long time, and I've gotten to a point where I know that I have to write the thing I want to be writing, because if I don't, if I sit down and try to force myself to write something I'm not feeling like writing at that time, I'll be making myself physically and mentally sick. And that's no good for anyone, really.

I suppose the positive thing is that, while this would not have been true five years ago, I am at the place where I want very much to be writing Wicked Powers. I missed these characters and am glad to be back with them. I consider this a story in which there are three main characters. And that is all I can say right now because it's all that I know.

(And this was much more of a general response to a lot of things than a specific response to this question, but I did feel like it was stuff that I needed to say. Creators are at the end of the day, just people. Sometimes we are powerless to reassure. Sometimes we are tired. Sometimes we are wrong. Sometimes we try things and they don't work. Sometimes we can't explain to you what our story is going to make you feel, because only reading it is going to tell you that. This may be one of those times.)

#the wicked powers

[bluecollarmcandtf]

"Dude, I took over your dad's body.."

"...and goddamn is there a lot of him to work with! I've been a ghost for years now, but I've never been inside a 6' 3" ex-linebacker! I've been checking him out all afternoon, and let me tell you that this man is big and hairy all over," he punctuates his comment with a wink.

Your dad, the man you've looked up to your entire life, is saying things you don't want to think about while casually laying on the couch in nothing but a robe and booty shorts. The urge to puke is suppressed, but you know that Jimmy has crossed a line here. Your deceased friend has possessed bullies, professors, and more, but he's never had the balls to take over your own family. What was he thinking?

"I jumped into him while he was at work. I think his coworkers probably found it strange when I picked up his briefcase and waddled his ass out the door," Jimmy chuckles at the memory, "But don't worry. Your old man had plenty of sick days he wasn't gonna use."

It doesn't take long for you to burst out in anger at the spirit controlling your father. Your face is hot, and you can't stand to watch your dad get puppetted around like a fool!

"Calm the fuck down!" he swears uncharacteristically, "Give this big guy a hug. Come here. Daddy needs some love..."

The thought of hugging your father while he's being forced to act like this feels wrong, but you relent. A part of you is glad for the embrace. It might not actually be your dad, but paternal comfort is exactly what you need right now, and your real dad isn't the type to give his child a hug.

"That's it, son," Jimmy pets your head with your father's thick hands, "Let daddy take care of you. Let your dumb old fart-of-a-father give you some much-needed attention."

You can't help but chuckle at the self-deprecating joke. Your real dad was too proud to laugh at himself, and he'd never made an effort to be anything other than distant and formal with you. In fact, there was a lot your real dad would never do; he'd never leave the office in the middle of the day, he'd never lay around the house like a lazy bum, and he'd certainly never let his hairy chest and thick legs be on full display in front of his disappointing gay son.

Suddenly, while still embraced, you realize there's something poking into your waist.

"Sorry, dude," your father whispers in your ear, "I guess your dad is just happy to see you."

You push him away, insisting that Jimmy needs to stay out of family members' bodies because this just feels so wrong! You search the pair of unnaturally blank eyes for any sign that Jimmy might be listening to you.

"You need to relax, bro," your dad (Jimmy) groans in annoyance. He looks disappointed, but then he sparks up and gives you a new look of excitement. "Son," he says with exaggerated machismo, "Take a page from my book and learn to chill out. It doesn't matter what the world thinks about you or me. I'll prove it to you..."

With a placid grin and blank gaze, your father lumbers past and marches straight out the front door of the house. You're almost too stunned to follow. Was Jimmy really going to parade your dad's body around the neighborhood in nothing but his robe?

"Afternoon, neighbor," your father's rumbling tone bellows across the street, "Lovely weather, today. My son thought I should take my fat hairy gut for a little stroll in the sun. You know us dads have got to keep our boys happy. Am I right?"

Mr. Jones stares at your father from his porch, just as shocked as you are. He often drank beers with this man and every other neighborhood dad at backyard barbecues and living room game watches. This was not how he normally interacted with the man, and it obviously struck him as weird.

"You alright, Bob?" he asks hesitantly.

"Right as rain, neighbor!" Jimmy answers with a tone that's too goofy to pass as my dad's, "If that's how you're staring at me now, I wonder what'll happen if I take this robe off..."

Before Mr. Jones can process the flirtation in your father's voice, you shuffle your dad further down the street and away from the whole interaction. That may have been hilarious, but Jimmy was going to destroy any reputation and respect your father had around here!

You demand to know where Jimmy is going with this body. It's not like you have any ability to even slow the ghost down when he's got the weight and strength of your 200 lb father.

"I'm thinking the park. Your dad could use some cardio," he smirks, an unfamiliar expression on the grown man's face, "Or maybe the public bathroom on the north end. You know, it has that hole in the stall..."

No amount of reasoning or arguments can change Jimmy's mind. Apparently he's set on wearing your father to the city's most notorious gay hookup spot.

"Don't look at me like that," his gravelly voice sounds amused by your frustration, "With me in charge, your dad will be the dirtiest slut that bathroom's ever seen. Don't you think it'll be funny to see such a massive, manly bear serving man after man in there?"

You sigh in disbelief.

"Or...maybe I don't have to rent out your dad's body to a bunch of strangers..."

You wonder where he's going with this. It sounds like an ultimatum is coming, and you don't like the idea of your crazy dead friend giving you an ultimatum.

"...your dad could hold off on bottoming for strangers...if...you let him be your submissive little bitch."

The choice is an annoying one, but you're pretty sure you can't let your dad have unprotected sex with strangers in a public place. This is what he'd want right?

"That's what I thought," the grin on your father's face twists maniacally. He tussles your hair like he's the proudest dad in the world, "Let's head on back home, buddy. Daddy's gonna lick every inch of sweat off that body of yours. He's got years of emotional absence to make up for."

One of his beefy arms cradles your back and turns you around. You're relieved to no longer be headed towards the public bathroom, but you're still a little nervous about what awaits you at home. How does Jimmy expect you to enjoy any of this when it's your dad doing all these things to you?

"Daddy's gonna treat you to a night that's all about you," he goes on, "Cooking you dinner, rubbing your feet, cuddling on the couch, and so much more. I want you to think of some humiliating things daddy can do for you while we walk back. Make sure they're extra degrading or your dad will just have to step out of the house and degrade himself where the entire city can see..."

The last comment gives you butterflies in your stomach, but it also gives you a bit of a hard-on. Maybe Jimmy playing with your dad wasn't so scary of an idea after all. With him possessed, anything was on the table: personal affirmations, some much needed bonding, roleplay, revenge, humiliation. Heck, you could even give your father a golden shower and Jimmy would have him smiling through it!

Walking home, you steal glances at your dad, towering over you as his rotund gut leads the way. Home can't come fast enough!

#gay dad and son #male possession #gay dad bod #male mind control #body swap #gay fatty

[beevean]

I can't stop thinking about this morning's anon and some of their wording. "This was so scary to write because if any of my friends knew about this my life would be over".

It's short but I honestly felt so bad for them. They really don't need this on top of their other experiences. And what's worse, this is the common mentality now: I keep seeing, on Twitter and Tiktok screenshots, teenagers who genuinely ask if a ship they like is "proship", with the underlying message being "please don't bully me".

And listen to me. I am the most insecure bitch on the planet. I would literally eat my own hands with ketchup and mayonnaise rather than reveal my music tastes to other people. I've been endlessly mocked for my passions ever since I was a child - not bullied, but I've been told by parents and classmates that no one cares, or I'm too old for this, or I need to live in the modern world... long story short, to this day I do not want to be perceived. So I understand the feeling of "you will pry my true tastes from my cold dead hands". I am old enough to know these are irrational thoughts, but to this day I much prefer to keep things to myself.

So listen: you deserve friends who do not judge you.

Again:

You deserve friends who do not judge you.

It's one thing to prefer to keep your tastes private because you're a private person. That's fine! That is your right! But please, if you really think your friends will hate you because you happen to read Problematic™ fiction... no, that shouldn't happen. Especially not on the internet, where nobody should know about you as a person. Friends who do care about you would not think any less of you for something as common (yes it's common!) as enjoying some spicy stories. It is not a crime. It does not say anything about your morals. And it's even worse if you've already suffered in the past, but this goes for everyone.

I don't want to get into the whole pro/anti ship discourse because I am sick of how easily the internet twists the meaning of important words until discussions can't be had because the two factions are not even talking about the same thing anymore. I don't know anon's previous or current stance on shipping, what they meant by that comment, and again the wording worries me a little when combined with that other comment. I do have my thoughts about it that go beyond what "proship" means, and I'll summarize:

not only no one deserves harassment for what they ship, but the only thing you can judge from someone's writing is their writing level. Not their actual personality, not their experiences, and less of all their real-life morals.

Brand this backwards on your forehead and read that in the mirror everytime you wake up.

Anyway. I don't know if you'll read this, anon, but I really wish you all the best luck in the future. And I'm very glad that you approached me to tell me that - as sad as the circumstances are, and I'm sorry for being self-aggrandizing, your praise made my day :)

#important #vent #proship #i suppose this counts #i really do not want to use myself as an example because as i said i don't want to expose myself #but i am so fucking tired of this relentless bullying over something that at the end of the day is barely above the pettiest of ship wars

[americas1suiteheart]

Hi! Hope you are doing well! So, Tangerine x Reader: any headcanons about Tan as a partner? Thanks!

I'm doing great in fact, thank you for the request! Headcannons are my favourite thing to write, hope this is fitted to your taste.

Dating Tangerine Would Include...

[Tangerine x GN! Reader Headcannons]

[Warnings; Violence, smoking, violence, its a bullet train fic guys]

[Notes; I love writing for Tan so much you guys have no idea, I get to cuss as much as I want to in these fics]

Oh man, he's such a softie for you, you have absolutely no idea.

He can go from being the same grumpy prick to other people and have one of the worst days but when he's around you he's calling you love and darling, clinging onto you practically and just showering you in kisses.

He's so clingy, as soon as either of you get home he's begging you to sit with him on the couch just so you could cuddle. And if your making dinner expect him to try to help but just end up holding you by your waist the whole time.

Lemon thinks it's the cutest thing how tangerine acts around you. He thinks its hilarious how quickly Tan switches up with you.

"-you're the one that doesn't fucking know how to go on about this job correctly! You're such a fucking idiot sometimes Lemon it's insu-" Tangerine yells at his brother before being interrupted by you.

"Whats going on? What are you two fighting about now?" You say in annoyance.

"Nothing darling, just please go back to the living room I'll be right there okay love," Tangerine tells you softly, pressing a kiss to your head before you leave.

"You're a right fuckin' sap for them, Tan," Lemon snickers at Tangerines change of attitude and tone.

"I'll put your fuckin' head through a wall, honest to god Lemon."

He just loves when your laying with eachother and you run your hands through his curls.

I'd like to think you help him take care of his hair actually. Like, he would know how to take care of it properly before, but he let's you put different product in his hair to make sure he doesn't miss any areas on his hair, (In reality he just wants to be touched by you in some way).

Being a part time nurse for him and Lemon definitely became a thing almost immediately after you two started dating. Constant cleaning of wounds and such, just constantly.

The days when he's on missions he's constantly texting you as much as he can, checking up on you to make sure you're doing well.

There are times where he's come home a couple days or even weeks later than he had originally anticipated without being able to contact you, and you'd be absolutely furious, (sometimes not knowing that he wasn't able to contact you at all).

"What the fuck happened, Tan! I thought you were dead. You hadn't even texted me or anything, you were supposed to be back 5 days ago! You had me absolutely worried sick!" You yell.

Tan had been gone for almost 2 weeks when the mission was only supposed to last a week. And on top of that he hadn't phoned or even tried to text you. If it weren't for Lemon telling you that they were fine 2 days before they showed up you would've assumed the worst had happened.

"I really am sorry my darling, the mission was just much harder than we'd expected and we got stuck there longer than nessasary." He explained quietly.

"But why hadn't you contacted me at all? If it weren't for lemon calling me I would've thought you two were gone for good!"

"My telephone got broken by some prick the 3rd day into the mission whilst we were fighting. And I didn't think to used lemon's phone because I was so frazzled the whole time. Really darling, I didn't mean to frighten or worry you."

"Alright.. Sorry I freaked out on you but I really was worried. I'm just glad you're okay now." You walk to Tangerine, pulling him into a hug.

" 's alright love, I'm glad you and I are good too. Let's go wash up and go to bed, I've got blood all over me and my fuckin' clothes and it don't feel too great," Tangerine says, picking you up and taking you to your shared bedroom.

Loves taking baths with you, taking turns washing eachother off makes him feel all warm inside, that you trust eachother enough at that point in your relationship. He thinks it's so sweet though.

Sometimes when he goes outside to have a smoke he'll invite you out with him so you two can just talk. If you smoke he'll probably share one with you too.

Very protective.. Being he's an assassin and all, he'd most definitely go to extremes if someone had been bothering you. Some random person flirted with you? Dead. A someone you knew in high school used to bully you? Dead. Any person that has hurt you no matter how long ago will probably end up dead.

You two are so good for eachother though. Strangely the healthiest relationship you will ever have. Please don't break this poor boy's heart. He will be absolutely devastated and blame himself for it. Underneath all of that muscle and confidence he's very emotional and sensitive.

Will ask to marry you and even possibly start a family with you if you're up for it. (Adoption or old fashioned depending on your biological sex).

Loved writing this, and I was infact so excited that I finished this in just 2 hours🤭

#tangerine x reader #tangerine bullet train #bullet train #bullet train 2022 #aaron taylor johnson #aaron taylor johnson x reader #gender neutral reader #headcannons

[suuuupernovaaa]

säspxin

säspxin [sæ.ˈsp’in] n. disease, sickness, illness

Anonymous Request: Lo'ak is sick and completely bed ridden and he barely eats. Reader visits him, and when he refuses to eat, out of frustration and his weakened state, she offers to feed him. The next day he is waiting expectantly, he's in a brighter mood, and he wants her to feed him again. When his siblings come to visit unexpectedly, they catch him in the act of enjoying being pampered over like a baby causing an eruption of laughter and Lo'ak can't help but crack a smile himself.

With a few final pulls, the rug is finished. It's the largest I've ever completed, and the most beautiful, full of dark reds, greens and light blues. My heart swells with pride at the accomplishment. It has been a difficult journey, mastering the loom, but this rug shows my skill. It is as good as any that the elders have shown me.

Carefully, I roll it up and sling it over my shoulder, intent on taking it home to my family. On the way, I spot Kiri, the oldest daughter of the chief of our clan. She seems to be in a hurry, but waves to me anyway.

"Where are you rushing to?" I ask.

"Lo'ak is sick," she replies. I expect her to roll her eyes, as if her brother's illness is just a joke to her, but her face looks grave. He must be very sick, to have Kiri concerned.

"Is he okay?" I ask.

She shakes her head. "He is stubborn." She turns, taking off again, and I follow after her.

Though the Sully family is beloved by all, Lo'ak has often been, in my opinion, overlooked. In his adolescence, he was a little silly and overconfident, and often got himself and his family into trouble when he shouldn't have.

But he has grown into a fine man now, and I'm surprised more people have't noticed. He is level headed, careful, and still free-spirited. He is even taller than his father now, more broad-shouldered, with his hair always tied back neatly in large braids. He brings back the largest kills when hunting and fishing, and is always there to help when anyone in the clan needs his strength.

I find it so strange that he doesn't seem to be as widely admired as his older brother, but maybe it's just because he's younger. Either way, he certainly has an admirer in me, so I follow Kiri closely, back to her family's home.

Neytiri paces outside, Neteyam standing nearby.

"Y/N?" Neteyam asks, raising an eyebrow when he sees me. Kiri disappears inside, and I try to peer in, but I can't see Lo'ak.

"I'm sorry to intrude. Kiri said Lo'ak was sick. I just... wanted to see if I could help."

"With a rug?" he asks, and I had almost forgotten I was holding the giant thing.

I throw it onto the ground, next to the hut. "Sorry, again. I ran into her coming from the mother loom."

"I am glad you're here," Neytiri says, reaching out to grab my upper arm. "He will not eat, but he needs something. You go in, try."

"Oh, Neytiri, I don't know..."

She shoves me towards their alcove, and I can't say no to the Olo'eyektan's wife, so I stumble through the opening, breaking out into a sweat.

Kiri is sitting next to Lo'ak, who lays on the floor, a pillow propped under his head. His eyes are half-lidded, and he's covered in a sheen of sweat.

"I'm not hungry," he's telling Kiri, who is thrusting a bowl at him. It's full of a warm soup, with an inviting smell. Kiri looks up at me, pleading with her eyes.

"Your mom thought I might help." I approach slowly, and kneel at Lo'ak's side, opposite Kiri. She hands the bowl to me, and stands to exit without another word, clearly worried and frustrated.

Lo'ak rolls his head over, opening his eyes to look up at me. Even in his tired state, the corners of his mouth turn up. "Y/N, you came to see me."

I nod, placing the wooden spoon into the bowl, and scooping up a little broth and some small, cut up vegetables. "I came to feed you. Sit up a little," I say. With much effort, Lo'ak shuffles up so he's in a semi-upright position, and looks at me again.

"Well, open up," I say, bringing the spoon towards his mouth like he's a child.

"Are you worried about me, Y/N?" Lo'ak asks with a teasing smile.

"If you take a bite, I'll tell you."

His mouth falls open, and I insert the spoon, removing it cleanly.

"Yes. I got very worried when Kiri said you were so sick, and I came right away to see you."

"Why?"

I load the spoon with another warm bite. "Every question has to be bought with a bit of soup."

Lo'ak rolls his eyes, but opens his mouth again. Once he's taken another bite, I answer.

"I like you very much, Lo'ak. I don't want anything bad to happen to you."

He ponders as he chews. "Like me as a friend? Or more?" He opens his mouth this time without instruction, and my cheeks heat as I give him another taste.

"More," I admit. He seems to have a fever, so I'm hoping, possibly, he won't remember this conversation come tomorrow.

"Hmm," he ponders. "I don't think I can eat anymore, but I want to ask you another question."

"That was only three bites, Lo'ak!" I exclaim. "Just one more, please." I extend the spoon to him, and he sighs, his eyes growing heavy.

He opens his mouth, obliges me, and chews then swallows very slowly.

"What's your question?" I ask, setting the bowl aside.

"Has anyone ever told you that you're the most beautiful woman on this planet, or any other?"

I'm not sure whether to roll my eyes or blush, but the heat in my cheeks betrays me. "No. That's... what you think?"

He reaches out, grabbing my hand from where it rests on my thigh. "I have always thought that. I feel like shit, but I'm glad you came to take care of me today. Will you stay for a while?"

I squeeze his hand and nod. He closes his eyes immediately, and within mere moments, he is asleep. I sit there for quite a while, even after his hand has gone slack in mine, and stare at him.

His breathing is even, and when I feel his forehead, it's warm, but not hot. Slowly, I stand up, letting his hand down gently, and step outside to find Kiri and Neytiri still there.

I hand the bowl to Kiri, who looks down. "Half the bowl! How'd you do it?"

"Oh, I don't really know. Maybe just, because he doesn't know me very well."

Neytiri nods and gives a small, "Hm." She looks like she wants to say more, but thanks me instead.

"He asked me to come back tomorrow. I'll come in the morning, if that's okay?"

Kiri nods. "Maybe he'll eat breakfast if you're here."

--

As soon as I wake the next morning, I am thinking of Lo'ak. I have to stop myself from immediately running to see how he is. All I can think about is if he's better, and the things he said to me yesterday.

Has anyone ever told you that you're the most beautiful woman on this planet, or any other?

Was that his sickness talking, or did he mean it?

After a reasonable amount of time has passed, I practically run back to his home. When I step inside, I see, across the floor, the rug I had left yesterday. It looks beautiful here, and I take a pause to admire it.

"We didn't want to leave it outside," Jake says, noticing me looking. "We don't mean to steal it."

I chuckle. "It looks nice here, you should keep it."

"Oh no, Y/N," Neytiri says. "It must have taken you weeks. You take it home."

Waving my hand in the air, I shake my head and reply, "Bah! It looks beautiful here. I will make another."

Finally, I turn my head to see Lo'ak, sitting up today, and looking much better. He is less pale, less sweaty, and his eyes are much more alert.

"We need to go. You keep an eye on him, okay?" Jake says, clapping me on the back, nearly causing me to stumble with the force of it. With that, Lo'ak's parents are gone.

Next to Lo'ak sits a plate with some bread and fruit, and it's definitely untouched. I sit next to him, as I did the day before, and he grins.

"You came back."

I can't help but smile in return. "I thought you might have more questions."

"Do I have to eat in order to get answers?"

So he does remember, and he smiling up at me so brightly... it must mean he meant what he said, surely.

I grab the plate. "It looks like you can feed yourself today," I say, handing the plate towards him.

He lifts his hand up, putting it on his forehead, and then closes his eyes and gives a large, exaggerated sigh.

"Oh no, I'm too weak. Help me, please," he says in a hoarse voice, and I let out a loud laugh.

"Fine, fine." I pick up a berry, rolling it between my fingers. "Do you have questions?"

"Yes."

"Okay, go ahead."

I sit down further, off my knees and onto crossed legs, and place the plate on my knee.

"Do you have an intended mate? Someone you're promised to?" He opens his mouth, and I toss a berry in, then reach back to tear off a hunk of bread.

"No. Do you?"

He reaches over, picking another berry off the plate, and reaches for my mouth with it. Laughing, I open my mouth, and he tosses it in. It's sweet, exploding in my mouth, and I smile down at him.

"No," he says.

"Next question," I say, holding up the hunk of bread.

"How many kids do you want?"

That's a bold question. I pop the bread in his mouth, and think for a moment. "I don't know, really. Maybe... two. Or three. However many Eywa blesses me and my mate with."

"You'd be a good mom," Lo'ak says.

"How do you know?"

He shrugs as best he can while lying down. "You're nurturing, and kind, and really beautiful."

"You don't need to be beautiful to be a good mom."

"No, but I wanted to say it anyway." Lo'ak reaches over, picks a berry up off the plate, and puts it in his mouth.

"Oh, so you can feed yourself?" I say teasingly, and he drops his hand instantly, rolling his head to the side and sticking his tongue out.

"Momentary burst of energy. I'm tired again."

I tear off another piece of bread, and start to reach for him. "Any other questions, or can you just eat now?"

"When I'm better, can I take you on a date? It's... a Sky People thing. My mom and dad go on them. It's part of courting."

He opens his mouth wide, and I place the bread inside. He chews, staring at my expectantly.

"Are you seriously making her feed you, Lo'ak?"

Both of our eyes snap to the entrance, where Neteyam and Kiri stand, holding back laughter.

"You're being pampered like a baby!" Kiri says, both of them laughing. My cheeks flush with heat.

"We thought he needed medicine. He just needed the girl he likes," Neteyam says, elbowing Kiri in the ribs.

Lo'ak turns to me, and I expect to see embarrassment on his face, but his grin is wider than ever.

"So, the date?" he asks.

Though I feel nervous, a little out of breath, and I know a blush paints my cheeks, there's nothing I can do but smile in return.

"Yes, of course."

He reaches over, taking a handful of berries, and whips them at his siblings, who holler in protest. Lo'ak and I just smile at each other, almost blissfully unaware as they make their exit, happy to be alone again.

#Lo'ak fic #Lo'ak x reader #avatar twow #avatar 2 #Lo'ak sully

[cousmemes]

dialogue starters from DOCTOR WHO SEASON 9. feel free to edit for context / continues under the cut.

"Why do you always assume I'm lying?"

"An enemy's just a friend you don't really know yet."

"Wherever you go, there are people who care enough to find you."

"Anyone can hide from an enemy. No one from a friend."

"I did something wrong. I let somebody down when I should have been brave enough and strong enough to do better."

"You do realise you're still an idiot."

"Are you any good with a broadsword?"

"It's okay. I'm not going to hurt you. Just don't run."

"He doesn't know we're here, does he?"

"When do I not see you?"

"Nobody dies here. Not one person, not one of my friends, do you understand?"

"You want to know how dangerous I am?"

"Is that supposed to frighten me?"

"If she is really dead, then you'd better be very, very careful how you tell me."

"What am I even looking for?"

"They don't have much respect for you, do they?"

"I'm so glad you didn't have to see that."

"I'm your friend. I'm your friend!"

"You know what? I've just had a very clever idea."

"How long do you think it's been down here?"

"What's wrong? You're not happy. Why aren't you happy? Tell me."

"Wait, wait. I don't think they're going to hurt us."

"Where do you think you're going?"

"Do you know what you need? You need a hobby."

"Where have you been? Everyone's been looking for you."

"We're coming back, aren't we?"

"I'm fine, by the way, in case you were worried."

"We need to get there. It's our only way out."

"You're sure they're not going to hurt us?"

"You seem to know an awful lot about me."

"I'm asking what I should say to you."

"I'm not ready yet. I don't want to think about that. Not yet."

"You didn't try very hard to stop her, though, did you?"

"You can't cheat time."

"No one is coming to save you."

"You're always talking about what you can and can't do but you never tell me the rules."

"We're time travellers. We tread softly. It's okay to make ripples, but not tidal waves."

"I had a dream you'd all died. It was so real, I thought I'd made it happen."

"There's nothing to fear, strange maiden."

"What's the one thing that gods never do? Gods never actually show up!"

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you afraid."

"I have no reason to fear you."

"Not every misfortune that befalls us is down to you."

"We're not cowards. We do not run."

"Stay. You could help us. I know you could."

"A good death? Is that the best we can hope for?"

"I've got a hobby, thanks. It's you, by the way."

"Every time we do something like this, I keep thinking, what if something happens to you?"

"What do you think our chances are tomorrow?"

"I cannot keep you safe. I do not have the strength. But I will try to till the last beat of my heart."

"I'm sick of losing people."

"Look at you, with your eyes, and your never giving up, and your anger, and your kindness."

"One day, the memory of that will hurt so much that I won't be able to breathe."

"I do it for the adventure. Isn't that what life's all about?"

"Now is not the time to be showing off."

"How many people have you lost?"

"Why should I be responsible for you?"

"You're not like this. I know you're not."

"This is what you made of me."

"Did you miss me?"

"What's going on here? Fun and games?"

"I'm a friend. I've come to help."

"Don't do this. You know it's me. Don't let them trick you."

"I love you. I forgive you and I love you."

"You're talking nonsense to distract me from being really scared."

"You see, that's the problem. I am a brilliant liar. How are you ever going to know?"

"So, you must have thought I was dead for a while. How was that?"

"Do I look like I'm kidding? Is this a kidding face?"

"Is that your answer for everything?"

"Oh, admit it. I totally saved your life."

"What were you doing last night?"

"There is no nice way to say you're about to die."

"You enjoyed that way too much."

"You were upset, weren't you?"

"They look at me as if they want to kill me themselves."

"I did this to save you, you silly thing."

"Why do they always run?"

"So this is your life, then? Just bouncing around saving people?"

"Oh, she is the worst. I love her. Take that how you like."

"I swear, I never meant for anyone to get hurt."

"What were you thinking? Sacrificing yourself?"

"I can do whatever the hell I like."

"You've read the stories. You know who I am. In all of that time, did you ever hear anything about anyone who stopped me?"

"I did this, do you hear me? I did this. This is my fault."

"Listen, if this is the last I ever see of you, please, not like this."

"No. This - This isn't happening. This can't be happening."

"Why can't I be like you?"

"You're going to be alone now and you're very bad at that."

"Don't let this change you."

"Don't go. Stay with me."

"This is as brave as I know how to be."

"I know it's going to hurt you but, please, be a little proud of me."

"I can't keep doing this. I can't! I can't always do this! It's not fair!"

"You are not the only person who ever lost someone. It's the story of everybody. Get over it."

"Nothing's sad until it's over. Then everything is."

"Is this a story or did this really happen?"

"Isn't this going a little far?"

"I'll try not to break your jaw."

"Please, I don't want this."

"Look at me again. In the eye. Look at me. Just do it."

"Tell me what they did to you."

"People like me and you, we should say things to one another."

"You really are thick, aren't you?"

"You don't seem surprised to see me."

"I'm trying to keep you safe."

"Nobody's ever safe. I've never asked you for that. Ever."

"These have been the best years of my life and they are mine."

"So what happens now? Hey? Me and you, what do we do now?"

"Why don't we just fly away somewhere?"

"I don't think I could ever forget you."

"No. Stop it. You're saying goodbye. Don't say goodbye!"

"Run like hell, because you always need to. Laugh at everything, because it's always funny. Never be cruel and never be cowardly. And if you ever are, always make amends."

"I didn't mean to do this. I'm sorry."

"Yeah, that would be nice, wouldn't it?"

"Why does everybody think I am so scared?"

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Love Planted a Rose 🌹

~ Dark ~

• Artwork by The Drawables •

Full Art Cover and Story Description, Here.

OCXCanon. 🔪 Azusa & Christine’s Story. 🌹

Fan Fiction Written by Me.

Fandom: Diabolik Lovers.

- Thursday Night -

Ruki gave Christine an hour break. She took a few snacks from the kitchen, then went to her room to grab her journal quickly and headed outside to the Rose Garden. She doesn't write in her journal every day, only when she is lost in her thoughts and needs to get her feelings out. Once she arrived at the rose garden, she felt a bit relaxed. She needed the summer night fresh air. Christine always prefers the outdoors, especially in the summer. Being surrounded by nature, looking at the beautiful stars and the scent of the roses from the garden calms her.

She sat down on the grass and took out her journal, a blue pen, and a small book lamp from her bag. She began to write.

Dear Journal:

I made it to Japan. That was such a long flight from the United States. It's been six days since I've been staying with the Mukami brothers. Turns out all four of them are VAMPIRES! This was supposed to be a good opportunity for me, but it ended up being my nightmares becoming a reality. I stopped having those nightmares when I arrived in Japan. One of the brothers is Lavender Eyes. Azusa. That's his name. I don't understand him at all and he's the one I'm afraid of the most since he doesn't leave me alone. After Monday night, I've been avoiding him. He's dangerous, he cut me with rose thorns, he burned my mouth with all the spice that he put in that sandwich he made me try because he wanted me to feel pain, and on top of that he drank my blood whenever he pleased. Thankfully, I have managed to avoid him these days. Tonight when we were all at the kitchen table I didn't make eye contact with him and I didn't talk to him either. Though I have felt his gaze on me the entire time. But I'm glad he hasn't come looking for me these few days. I hope he gets that I'm not interested in him and his brothers. Tomorrow night, I'm gonna meet six more vampires. I still haven't come up with a good plan to escape, and my cell phone signal is still not working, I haven't been able to call my parents. Both of them must be worried sick not knowing anything from me at all since Friday. The last time I talked to them was when I arrived at the airport to let them know that I made it safe. I feel so lonely and homesick, and I miss my family so much. I've never been away from them. I've been lucky so far that the other brothers haven't sucked my blood, and I hope they never do. I feel hopeless and scared for my life.

- Christine hears footsteps -

Azusa: “Christine-san… I found you…”

Christine: “How did you know I was here?”

Azusa: “I can find you… anywhere easily… because of your scent…”

Christine: “Oh…”

(I forgot vampires have a strong sense of smell…)

- Azusa sits next to her -

Azusa: “You look sad… Christine-san…”

He cups her cheek.

“You can hit me… it will make you… feel better…”

She removes his hand from her cheek and stands up.

Christine: “Azusa, don't start with this… I'm leaving now…”

Azusa: “Wait…! I just want to be useful… to you… Ruki didn’t let me… see you these few days… I was getting anxious… because I wanted… to spend time with you…”

Christine: (No wonder he didn’t come looking for me these past two days…)

“Well, hitting you is not gonna make me feel better.”

(Why he is looking at me with sad eyes? And why am I feeling bad for him?…)

“Azusa, I remember on Monday you told me in the kitchen that you want to get to know me. Why don't we talk for a bit?”

Azusa: “Yes… I would love that…”

She sat back down.

Christine: (… I don't know what to say to him. So I'll just ask him a random question…)

“Are you enjoying your summer break so far?”

Azusa: “I don't like… the heat weather… so I spend most of my time… in my bedroom…”

Christine: “I love summer, it's my favorite season. You get to do so many fun things. Do you have any fun hobbies you like to do, Azusa?”

He smiles.

Azusa: “Yes… I would like to... show you...”

He stands up.

Christine: “Show me what?“

Azusa: “My precious treasure...”

He Extends his hand.

“Come with me... please...?”

Christine: … …

She hesitates.

Christine: (I don't want to go anywhere with him, but I know very well he won't accept a no for an answer, and I need to survive, so I have no choice but to obey…)

“Ok, Azusa. I'll go with you.”

She takes his hand and stands up.

Azusa smiles brightly, and he leads her to his room.

*TimeSkip*

Azusa: “This is my Bedroom… and over here is my treasure...”

He shows her the shelf near his bed with all his knife collection.

Christine: (Wow! His collection looks nice and well-organized…)

“You have a nice collection, I like it. Especially the ones with the jewels on them. When did you started collecting knives?”

Azusa: “A very… long time ago… polishing them… is my favorite hobby… I’m happy that you like them…”

Christine: “I do, and I like that you have them nicely organized… Anyway, thank you for showing me your collection, I'll take my leave now.”

Azusa: “Eh...? Already...? Why…?”

Christine: “Well you did say you were just showing me your collection and I saw it. So… there’s no other reason for me to be here and my break is over so I have to get back to work.”

Azusa: “I see...”

... ...

“Say, Christine do you... hate me...?”

Christine: “Huh? No… I don’t hate you, why do you think that?”

Azusa: “You keep... avoiding me… and trying to push me away... Is it... because… I'm a vampire...?”

Christine: (So he did notice…)

“I don't hate you. I am sorry if it came off like that. But I do admit, I am afraid of you...”

He moves closer to her.

Azusa: “There is no reason… to be afraid… of me… … Rose-san... I just want…to spend time with you…”

Christine: “Rose? Why are you calling me, “Rose”? When my name is Christine.”

He runs his fingers through her hair and strokes it. While caressing her arm with his other hand.

Azusa: “Your scent… is so good… like roses from the garden… and your skin… is so soft… like rose petals… you remind me of a beautiful red rose… The name suits you…”

She blushes.

Christine: “I do wear a rose perfume every day. I have to admit, I like the nickname...”

He smiles.

Azusa: “So nice... my own... little rose... I want you… near me… even if you end up… hating me… I will still want you… by my side…”

He Inhales the scent of her hair.

“Haah... Rose…”

He pulls out a knife from his pocket.

“Here… Cut me…”

Christine: “What!? I would not do that.”

He caresses her chin.

Azusa: “Please… Rose… I beg you… cut me with this knife… I want you to give me pain… and to mess me up...”

Christine: “A-Azusa… I can't, please don't ask me this again. I don't want to hurt you.”

He forces her to hold the knife.

Christine: “No! I don’t want to do this. Why do you want to feel pain?”

Azusa: “Because… physical pain allows me… to forget… the emotional ones…”

Christine: (Her heart aches at his words…)

“Azusa… there are other ways to help with emotional pain, I can help you...”

Azusa: “You can help me like this…”

He forced her hand to hold the knife tight and stabbed his arm.

“Haah…”

Christine: “Oh my gosh, Azusa! Are you okay!?”

(He’s lost in thought looking at his cut. Oh my goodness! Exactly like the nightmares I had before I came here! Her heart starts racing!!..)

Azusa: “Fufu… It’s lovely… this new wound… Justin is happy, he has a new friend… fufu... I may have to find… a name for it…”

Christine: “You are bleeding a lot! I'm gonna go get one of your brothers for help.”

She turned around and started walking towards the door but Azusa appeared in front of her. He lifted her up and pinned her down on his bed. Staring at her brown eyes.

Azusa: “Rose… please… Don't leave me alone… my arm will be fine…”

Christine: (A faint blush appeared on his cheeks, I can hear my heart beating. I can't stop staring back at him…)

Azusa: “Rose… can I suck your blood…?”

- Christine caressed his cheek -

Azusa: “Eh…?”

Christine: “I'm sorry…”

Removing her hand.

- Azusa grabbed her hand and placed it back on his cheek -

Azusa: “Nobody has ever… touched my cheek like this… It feels nice… please touch me more…”

Christine: “Really…?”

He nods.

Azusa: “Rose… I have become… addicted to you… so much… that sometimes… I don't know what to do with myself…”

Christine: “B-But… you just met me.”

Azusa: “It doesn't matter…”

- Azusa bites her wrist -

Christine felt the flick of pain. But this time she doesn't try to push him away. She averts her gaze, moving her head to the side.

*Slurp*

Azusa: “Haah… Look at me… Rose…”

He caressed her cheek.

“I want you to watch me… sucking your delicious blood…”

- He sinks his fangs deeper into her wrist again and doesn't take his eyes off hers -

She gasp.

*Gulp, Gulp*

Azusa: “Aah… your blood gives me comfort… it’s very sweet and warm… I'm enjoying the rosy color… that appeared on your cheeks… and… that dreamy look of yours…”

Christine: (I don't know what to say! I should push him away but I'm starting to feel lightheaded…)

He smells her neck.

“Your scent of roses…mixed with your blood scent… makes me go wild. Rose… I can't think straight…”

- He bites her neck -

*Slurp, Slurp*

*TimeSkip*

- Azusa is staring at her, blood dripping from his mouth -

• A commission artwork by @yuma-mukami-garden-god •

Azusa: (Rose-san fainted on me, I got carried away drinking too much of her delicious blood. I should take her back to her room. Tomorrow she's going with Ruki to the Sakamaki's mansion. Ruki will get upset if she happens to be in bad shape. If I'm lucky, I'll get a punch out of him. But I can't stop staring at her, it truly feels like she hypnotized me. I've never felt this way for anyone, right now I wanted to engrave every detail of her features, she was so beautiful, her face was flawless, her rose-colored cheeks were adorable and her rosy pink lips were shaped perfectly. A true rose and I want this rose to be only mine. Even if she hates me…)

“Rose-san… you and I… will be spending… lots of time together… I want you… by my side… and I want us to inflict lots of pain on each other…”

He leaned down and pressed his lips to her forehead.

— TO BE CONTINUED —

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Hey, so I saw that you had requests open for TWD stuff on your Daryl post! I LOVED that fic so much! I read it last night and oh my lord, you write for Daryl so well! It felt like I could picture him right in front of me with how well you captured him. He wasn't ooc at all!

Anyways, I was wondering if you could write a part two? Maybe Reader stays with Daryl while he is in the kingdom and they find Carol together. Maybe reader stays with her and she picks up on the signs and tells the reader to get tested to see if she's pregnant 👀 Sorta just want a fic where Daryl has a baby <3 And I feel like you could write that super well! If you are uncomfortable with this request feel free to ignore this! Thank you for the beautiful fic last night 🙏 I will be reading it again now.

Baby, It's Okay

Pt. 1; I Love You, and I Don't Say It Enough{smut}

A/N: Ahh I am so glad that people like it! I wasn't sure if people would be too into it lmao. I had the idea, but I wasn't sure haha. Glad that you think I wrote him pretty in character too! I was a bit worried lmao. Apologies if this isn't that well written. I have been struggling with words lately.

Pairings: Daryl Dixon x Reader

Warning: AFAB!Reader, She/her pronouns used, pregnancy,

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Carol reached over to hand you one of the apples that Ezekiel had brought for the two of you. A soft smile on her lips. "So, you and Daryl," she motioned to her own neck with a smirk. You swore you couldn't feel any hotter at the moment. Hands reaching up instinctively to feel your neck, even though you knew you wouldn't be able to feel the hickeys she was motioning to.

She only laughed softly, shaking her head with a sigh. "Don't worry, I get it. I'm just glad he has you," You chuckled softly, nodding. "Yeah, I am too. He treats me better than anyone I've ever dated in the past," "he better. Or else he'll be dealing with me." She commented and you snickered, rolling your eyes with a soft sigh. Carol had always been yours and Daryl's number-one supporter. She was always there when one of you needed advice. Though it was mostly you that went to her, Daryl would occasionally ask or wait for advice from her. She was pretty good at reading when he needed some.

"I'm glad that we found you out here. Daryl doesn't want me in The Kingdom in case they find him. He knows Negan and his men will probably come looking for me next in order to teach him a lesson." You added with pursed lips at the thought of it all. "So he thought me being here would be better. Plus, then neither of us is alone." She smiled at your words. Reaching across the table to hold your hand. "I asked to be alone here, you know?" Your smile was quick to fade at that. Looking her over cautiously, hoping that you didn't say the wrong thing. Or that you weren't intruding. "But I wouldn't ask for anyone else to break those rules than you and Daryl." You chuckled, giving her hand a light squeeze. "We're thankful, Carol. I'll try my best not to be a burden."

You tried not to get in her way for the next few days. Daryl coming to visit the both of you every night and leaving back for The Kingdom or Hilltop in the morning. Promising to return later that night. He always came back, too. You and Carol both knew he wouldn't stay long, though. He loved you, but he had to keep moving. Keep helping the groups prepare for the fight against the Saviors.

"Are you all right?" Her voice was hardly audible as you held your head in your hands. You had just thrown up again, the third time that morning. Carol frowned as she looked you over. "Honey, do you feel all right?" She asked, coming to sit beside you. When you finally processed what she was asking, you nodded. "Yeah, just feeling nauseous is all. I don't know what's going on." "Morning sickness?" You froze at those words. It couldn't be.

You shook your head, dropping your hands to look over to Carol. "What? No, it can't be, I..." You were about ready to tell her that you and Daryl had used protection, but thinking back to it. You hadn't. He'd came inside you and that was that. "I.." you stammered again, the realization of it all finally setting in. "Hun, relax, everything will be okay." She assured you. Reaching out to place her hands on top of yours once more. "But what if he doesn't..?" tears were pricking your eyes. Unable to finish the question as dread set in. "Look at me, Daryl won't be mad at you. This is just as much his fault as yours. He might be a little scared at first, but he won't be mad. He'll love you and the baby if you are pregnant. I know he will." She smiled, and you nodded. She was right.

You both sat there quietly for a moment or two before she let out a sigh of her own. "I can go into The Kingdom today. Get you a pregnancy test to make sure. No use telling him just to find out you're getting sick 'cause of stress. Don't wanna put any ideas in that head of his." She spoke and the both of you chuckled. Nodding your head while sniffling. "Thank you, Carol." "Anything for my favorite couple."

It wasn't long before you had the test in hand. Staring at it with anxious eyes as you waited for the stick to decipher your future for you. To your disfavor, it was positive too. Frowning with a sigh as you tried to rake your brain for a way to tell Daryl. How would you? Maybe you could just wait it out, and he'd notice. Or wait until you were further along to be sure you would stay pregnant and nothing would happen to the baby. God, what if something happened to it? You were so overwhelmed, holding the test in your hand while entering the house again. Staring down at it while your feet led you to where Carol last was.

"Darlin', everythin' okay? What's the matter?" your head snapped up in a panic. Wide eyes stared back at Daryl who was now standing in the kitchen with Carol. You held your breath, hoping that she would say something to get you out of this situation. But when you looked over at her she was sneaking into the other room. Neither of you expected him to be back for another few hours, so you were both surprised by his arrival.

Your mouth opened to say something, but no words came out. A tear rolling down your cheek while you stared back at your lover. You didn't know what to say without scaring him away. You had a feeling that whatever you said or did would send him out the door, never to come back. Even if you knew that he wouldn't leave you. So, when he approached you with worried eyes, you extended your arm to hand him the test.

He was quick to reach out for it. Grabbing and inspecting it. It took a moment of looking it over and finally, he read over the words on it. Finally realizing what was going on.

Daryl's worried brows relaxed as reality set in. Blinking while he stared blankly at the test. If anything, this felt worse than him pushing you to the side and bolting out the door.

"Is this.." He pursed his lips, eyes flickering up to yours and then back to the test. "Is it mine?" The fact he even asked that made you frown. Nodding your head with sad eyes. "Yes it's yours, why would you even ask that?" He only gave you a shrug in response. Trying his best to figure out how to feel about the situation. He was happy, hell. He'd never felt so excited about the thought of kids! He just wasn't prepared for it. Nor was right now the time for you two to be worrying about a baby. It was already a lot making Sure Maggie and her baby stayed safe. This would be a whole other ball game for Dixon.

"So, I'm gonna be a daddy, huh?" He asked, flashing you a half smile as if to assure you that he wasn't upset by the whole thing. You nodded, letting out a relieved sigh while sniffling, which caught his attention real quick. Though he smiled, you couldn't help but worry it was just so you wouldn't freak out. That was too late. Every bad thought you could have was already plaguing your mind. "If you want to, if you wanna leave me, I get it." It was his turn to frown. He hated that you thought he would leave you over this. It was his kid, why would he want to leave?

Daryl put the test in his pocket. Unsure what else to do with it. Living in the apocalypse he had a habit of shoving everything in his hands into his pocket. Once his hands were free he grabbed you to pull you close. Cradling the back of your head with his hand, kissing the side of your head with a hum. "Baby, it's okay. I ain't leavin' you. I just.." He pondered for the right words, and you clung onto his shirt. Trembling a little while you waited anxiously for what he would say.

"I just never thought I'd be able to be a dad. With the dead and all, plus. I just never supposed I'd be a good one." He told you, and you pulled back to look up at him. Reaching up to cup the side of his face. "Dar'," you called, and he sighed. Resting his forehead against your own. "You'd be one of the best fathers in the world. You've proved that with how you treat Judith and Carl, and how you watched over Beth... I was worried you wouldn't want it." He shrugged, smiling softly. "Well, it wasn't on my to-do list, but we can't really do anything else. I ain't leavin' you anytime soon, either. Not over no damn kid. I'll love you and them just fine." He muttered in assurance, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your lips and you giggled lightly. "I'm glad." He nodded, leaning down to press a kiss to your jaw. Sighing while his free hand came between the both of you to rest on your stomach. Forehead now resting on your shoulder. "Can we name 'em, Little Ass Kicker?" It was time for you to roll your eyes, sighing deeply at your lover. Which only seemed to make him smile more. "Daryl," he hummed, pulling back so his eyes met your own. "You aren't allowed to name the baby." He chuckled, sighing while pressing another kiss to your lips. "Alright, fine. You and Rick ain't no fun." And so that was that. Daryl knew about the baby, and everything was going to be all right. He would be sure of it. Or at least you hoped everything would be all right. As good as it could be in this fucked up world, anyhow.

You and Daryl had decided on keeping the baby between the two of you and Carol until the whole Negan situation was handled. Or until Daryl could find a safe place to keep you. Carol would get you the supplies you needed. Such as vitamins, and enough food to make sure you were somewhat healthy. Daryl would spend a lot more time with you, too. The further along that you got, the harder it was to get the hunter to leave your side.

Once Negan was somewhat stopped and finally imprisoned within Alexandria. You and Daryl finally told the group about what you were both expecting. It was like a weight was lifted off everyone's shoulders. Even if it was something that they would have never known until you were showing significantly. It was wonderful to hear the great news after stopping the Saviors for what you all hoped was for good.

Rick had pulled Daryl in for a hug. Smiling widely at his friend. "Never saw you as a father type," Daryl chuckled, shrugging. "Me neither." He spoke, looking over at you as you spoke with Maggie and a few of the others. Smiling and laughing as you talked about the big news. "Guess Abraham was right though, is nice thinking about settlin' down. 'Specially with 'er." Rick nodded, squeezing his friend's shoulder with a sigh. "I'm happy for you. If you two ever need anythin', you just give me a holler. Got it?" Daryl nodded, keeping his eyes on you. Smiling when you glanced over and waved at him. "Thank you, Rick." "Anything for family."

It was a little weird having Daryl at your beckon and call at all times of the day. Once he was finally able to feel the baby, you were done for. Privacy was a thing of the past and Daryl couldn't get enough of you. He had to have his eyes on you at all times. Making sure that you were safe and okay, that nothing would happen to you or your baby. He'd never forgive himself if anything happened.

When he did have to leave your side. Michonne or Carol, sometimes both of them, would be with you. Helping you and giving you the time away from your lover that you needed.

"I don't think I've ever seen him stay in Alexandria this long, he's always going on runs and doing something" Michonne stated. "Well, he's got a baby to take care of now," Carol spoke with a smile, and you chuckled, sitting back in your chair with a sigh. "Well, he's driving me crazy." You huffed, a hand resting on your stomach while you looked between the two women. "I love him, but god. He's been a lot, lately." You laughed, and they laughed with you. "Give him a break, he's just trying to do what he thinks is best for you and your guys' little one." You nodded, shrugging. "Yeah, I guess you're right." "I'm always right," Carol spoke, and the three of you laughed once more.

When Daryl came back from his hunt later that night, you were already asleep. Michonne was passed out on the couch downstairs with a book in her hand. Carol back in her own house. He smiled faintly at the woman on the couch, thanking her silently in his head and reminding himself to do so later when they were both awake. She nor Carol didn't have to stay with you, but they did, and he appreciated that more than either of the women knew.

When he made it to the room he cleaned himself up, first. Showering to get all the blood and grime off himself before climbing in bed with you. His hand instinctively came to rest on your stomach while he curled up beside you. Kissing your shoulder with a sigh. "Hey," you muttered, and he smiled. He should have known you would have woken up. "Hey," he spoke back. Both of you lay there for a moment before you spoke again. "You get anything good today?" You spoke groggily and he shrugged. "Nah, not really." He lied, but you believed him. Cozying up next to him with a hum. "Better luck next time," you muttered, and he nodded. "Yeah," he mumbled, kissing the side of your head.

Daryl didn't want to tell you that he actually did hit the jackpot out on his run today. Not only did he have a deer hanging in the garage to butcher later on. But he also found you some stuff. Some clothes for the baby, some baby food, and even a set of rings for you and him. Or at least he hoped the ring would fit you, if not he'd put it on a necklace for you. He had never asked you to marry him, and everyone already assumed that you were both married if they weren't a part of your original group. Hell, even the original group considered you both to be spouses, so why not make it official with rings? It may not actually be official, but to Daryl, and hopefully yourself, it would be.

Daryl never knew that he would ever be married to the love of his life. Let alone having a pup with them. He'd never been happier with the idea. Smiling softly at the thought of the baby being born. Being able to hold both of you. Being able to teach it how to hunt and track. He had to chew on his bottom lip to hide back the wide grin that threatened to show. Watching you sleep while rubbing your stomach. He'd never felt more normal in his life than now, and he sure as hell wasn't going to let anyone take this away from him. Not Negan, not the dead, no one could hurt his family. Not on his watch.

Not now, not ever. He'd be sure of it, too.

You hoped that he would lay off being protective after the baby was born, and he knew it. But truth be told, Daryl knew he'd only get worse as time went on. The moment he held the little one in his arms, and realized what you both had made. How precious it was and perfect. This little bundle of joy that brought hope for the future. Your future. You'd both just have to grow to live with it because he'd never let either one of you out of his sight. Not in a million years.

"Daryl, we aren't having any more kids," you'd tell him, but Carol was right. Back when she mentioned not to tell him until you knew it was certain you were pregnant. Because even just the thought of a baby might give him ideas, and right now. The thought of having more kids with you after this one got old enough for you both to care for another baby. God, it was definitely giving him ideas.

#Daryl Dixon x reader #daryl dixon #the walking dead #x reader #pregnancy

[twistedtalking]

Can I request a s/o | GN reader who is an oddball and likes to invite Azul to join them in silly things.

Such as collecting seashells, pretty rocks, whatever items they found in his Octavinelle dormitory.

And he lets them do what they want since they already asked him for his approval in doing so.

He didn't know why he went along with it, though it could also be because of his curiosity about them.

Then at the end of the day, they gave him a drawing that they did it as thanks for spending time together.

The art was amateurish.. yet he enjoyed it anyway.

Maybe he did have a bit of a crush on them.

Author's pain notes in the reblog

Luckily though, after using all my thinking capabilities, I have a letter for y(o)uu from the Sea Merchant, himself(and his lovely minions)! Hope this is worth the wait.

Tw:: fluctuating text style, colored text

September 25, 20xx

Dear prefect,

My apologies, but I must decline your invitation. As interesting as that seems, my schedule is currently full. Please enjoy it without me.

Good wishes,

Ashengrotto

September 26, 20xx

Dear prefect,

My apologies, but I am unfortunately busy again. I truly wish I could join, but my schedule is packed.

I bid you farewell,

Ashengrotto

September 27, 20xx

Dear Prefect,

My schedule is packed until the next month. Please do not send any letters to me at this given period.

Ashengrotto

September 28, 20xx

Dearest prefect,

I enjoyed our activity. It was quite refreshing. I do not mind doing it again when both our schedules are free. Actually, if you have nothing to do next Monday, please join me in the mostro lounge

With hope,

Ashengrotto

P.s: Dear barnacle, Azul framed your drawing lol. Jade's using it as blackmail. It's funny. Here's a drawing.

October 5, 20xx

Dear prefect,

The Mostro Lounge has already been prepared for our next meeting. Feel free to bring your cat. And please do not bring your wallet this time.

Your dear friend,

Ashengrotto

October 12, 20xx

Dear prefect,

Our time was quite enjoyable. Though I was quite disappointed that you did not let me treat you. As glad as I am for the unpaid labor Help with the dishes, our purpose there was to treat you, and I feel quite irritated to not be able to pay you back. So for my sake, please let me treat you to the mostro lounge next week.

With perseverance,

Azul

October 19, 20xx

Dear prefect,

I was quite worried when you did not arrive at our meeting. I was so worried that I asked my dear friends, Jade and Floyd, to find out what happened to you. In the package with this letter is quick and effective medicine and notes for the classes you missed today. Please take it as an adequate replacement for not being able to treat you out.

See you soon,

Azul

P.s. Floyd here. Azul threatened crabby until he fessed up lol. It was funny. Also, you owe me for the meds. My tail hurts. Azul had prepared the mostro lounge for the meeting. And when he heard his dear prefect was sick, he requested to use the alchemy class's cauldron, which was quite out of character for him. And he made me and Jade read so many books on human health. 27, to be exact. Jade, get your own pen. No. Anyways, get better quickly, shrimpy.

October 26, 20xx

Dear prefect,

It was a pleasure to see you again. Our time was quite enjoyable. Though you did not have to give me a drawing of yourself appreciating the notes I gave you ...and a stressed octopus next to a cauldron.

Floyd told you that, didn't he. As glad as I am for your art letters, I wish you gave this to me instead so I could make the twins fess up thank you in person.

Your friend,

Azul

Barnacle-chan helppppp Azul scolding me againnnnn. Why ain't jade being scolded. This is unfairrrrr. Also, get ready. Imma squeeze you for this.

November 2, 20xx

Dear prefect,

I've heard you went on an expedition with Jade. I do hope you had fun. Hopefully, you did not do it because you thought I was too busy with preparations. you are never a bother to me. On that note, let's move our meeting to tomorrow.

Your dearest,

Azul Ashengrotto

azul's jelly lol. He making a weird face, like a scrunched up sea sponge. Hey, Wanna go for a takoyaki break later, so we can make him even more jelly? It would be quite enjoyable. Jade's paying! So please attend.

November 4

Oi shrimpy,

Look. I got them floppy frog slippers. I'd give u a drawing, but azul took my skills. He's a simp. The slippers are awesome though. Wanna see? Imma wear it om our basketball meet next week. Ask crabby when.

November 9, 20xx

My boon companion,

If I may request, please attend the chess-monopoly tournament semi-finals in the board game club. Its at Thursday 4 pm exact.

See you there,

Azul

Azul got crazy jealous when I told him I invited you to my basketball game lol. He was whining louder than a seagull. Now he all hyped and wants you to cheer you on or smth. So he made a game lol. Here is your cheer uniform. Made speci Jade stop yanking my pen. No. Yes. No. Yes. Oh Azul's here oki bye!

November 16

Oi shrimpy, Yo. Did u see him blushing when he saw u in the outfit? He redder than a sea coral. Yeah thats all. Might squeeze you later if he gets too loud.

Romans 14:3

The one who eats must not despise the one who abstains, and the one who abstains must not pass judgment on the one who eats; for God has welcomed him.

#Brooooo #I cried so long while trying to write this #Hello and welcome to what made me quit writing for months #After finally getting inspired It was pretty easy #Yay #It is finished #Yes I quoted jesus #azul ashengrotto x reader #twst azul ashengrotto x reader #twst azul x reader #azul #twst azul ashengrotto #azul ashengrotto #Character development #Letters #Jade Leech #Floyd Leech #tweels #jade leech fluff #Twst jade #twst floyd leech #Twst Floyd #octavinelle #I love this

[rc-writes]

Hello!!!

I just read your Ethan Morgan Drabble and it was so freaking adorable. It’s so nice to see people writing for MBV as I love that show so much.

I was wondering if I can request an idea? I don’t know if you write this type of stuff but if you do then can you please write some fluffy Dad!Ethan Morgan or Dad!Benny Weir scenario (i dont know why but they both give goofy sad vibes if they were parents)

If you don’t write that sort of thing that can you write Ethan Morgan x reader, where he has to take care of his sick significant other

Thank you again!!!

𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤

𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙨 | 𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢

pairings: ethan morgan x reader

warnings: nothing besides the reader being sick i believe

a/n: i'm glad you loved my other ethan fic! and i agree that's its so cool to see people still writing for this show. our fandom may be small but it lives on lol. and i decided to go with the sick reader request (wasn't sure if you wanted it to be hcs or an imagine so i just went with hcs because i've been wanting to write more of those) but completely agree see either of the two with kids would be both incredibly cute/funny! anyways, i hope you like the hcs!!

ethan had texted you earlier that day asking if you wanted to go see the newest zombie movie 

which on any other day you would’ve jumped at the chance to spend the entire day with your boyfriend

but today you woke up feeling like you were the zombie

but you decided against telling ethan that in fear of him going overboard

you loved that he cared but sometimes he was a but much

last time you were sick he convinced himself you must have been cursed by the monster of the week

so you opted to just tell him that you were just a bit too tired to go anywhere

which wasn’t technically a lie

you did just sleep past noon and hadn’t gotten out of bed yet

ethan was a kinda disappointed that you didn’t want to go be he understood wanting to do nothing

saving the world would take a toll on anyone

when ethan replied that he understood you’re worry of making him worry went away

unbeknownst he did still worry

you didn’t even realize in your dazed state that you responded rather deadpan-y

usually you’d crack a joke about how tiring saving the world was, or something along those lines

not just “sorry i’m just a bit too tired today :(“

ethan immediately got a feeling that there was more to the story, so he planned to go to your house and seeing you in person

curse him and his caring nature

the jig was up the moment you opened the door wearing a haphazardly thrown on robe, hair a mess, and bags under your eyes

“ethan, what are you doing here?” 

sneeze #1

“i came to see if you were alright, which you don’t seem to be”

“don’t be silly i am-” sneeze #2 “alright”

he did not believe you for a second

even if he did the multiple sneezes gave it away

let caretaker ethan mode begin

don’t even think about getting off the couch any time soon

he will insist of getting anything and everything for you

want to change the channel? he will get up and get it for you even if you’re closer

getting kinda cold?

immediately throws the biggest blanket he can find on you

need a snack?

don’t worry he spread out a million different things he found in your cabinets the moment he set foot in your house

which at first he tried to find only healthy types of snacks but your sad pleading eyes convinced him to just grab everything

“you can’t eat only oreos all day”

“but they make me feel better” *sad eyes intensify*

“okay fine”

will make it his duty to find every tissue box in the vicinity and stack them up within arms reach

“i don’t think i’ll need that many”

“it’s just in case”

besides the many snacks laid out be prepared to be eating many bowls of soap

i don’t think ethan knows how to properly cook so it's mostly likely from a can

not that you’re complaining, the hot soap makes your throat not feel as scratchy

he’d probably call up benny at least once

“what’s up dude!?”

“is your grandma home?”

“you want to talk to grandma??”

as much of a good friend benny is he isn’t exactly the best at spells or potion making

so he was hoping grandma weir could stir something up that could make you feel better

and grandma weir loved you so of course she does

best she can do on such short notice is make a little home remedy that clears your nasal cavity for a few hours

you take it as if she offered you gold

“i can breathe again!”

“why didn’t you tell me you couldn’t before!?”

“i was just exaggerating a bit e”

“oh” you tell him that he worries too much

but you mean the world to him, how could he not worry?

you two would spend the rest of the day binge watching random movies

eventually you’d fall asleep on ethan’s shoulder

he’s a bit upset that you fell asleep during his favorite part of the movie

but he’s more than happy to see you finally sleeping peacefully

he falls asleep not much later

thankfully for you both you woke up the next morning feeling much better

and you about to cheer for joy when ethan suddenly starts sneezing

guess it’s his turn to be sick

oops

#mbav #mbav headcanons #my babysitters a vampire imagine #my babysitters a vampire fanfic #my babysitters a vampire #ethan morgan x reader #ethan morgan #ethan morgan imagine #ethan morgan headcanons #mbav x reader #my babysitters a vampire x reader

[lalasknives]

hi I’m asking you take down what bapacontents said please. she’s one of my good friends and it just hurts to see her post here. I get a lot has happened as of recent but like if you could ever be so kind to take it down would be good. u don’t have to like her so don’t worry about that. and I forgive u for this.

I rlly don't like doing this but I have to keep the post up, especially since they don't seem to have any remorse for what they said.

Trust me when I say that I would 100% have took the post down if they showed even the tiniest amount of regret.

I'm not gonna stand by and let someone dehumanise a 16 yearl girl who just wants AND DESERVES to live her best life, away from all the creeps.

They talk about choosing to be a "public figure" as if she could stop. Being an actor is one of the few jobs in this world that you can't totally step away from, because you are going to get recognised even after you quit. Take actors like Tom Holland, who might not have quit, but still is on along break from acting, yet paparazzi are still following him around.

If this rlly is your friend as you say, then pls educate them and teach them better, because that's what friends do, they hold each other accountable.

I won't go in their dms and educate them, simply because it's not my job to educate ppl who are so clearly in the wrong.

Since I created this account, me and all the ppl on this platform have been warning yall about not sharing stuff you aren't supposed to share, just because you can and it always "df tumblr is so dramatic🙄🙄" or something like that, yet when it came back to bite in the ass, some ppl rlly wanna act entitled.

I'm glad the acc who posted that acc, has deleted the pics and has also owned up and apologised, genuinely. I hope this was a valuable lesson to them and to the whole fandom.

However, this is not a mess I've gotten myself involved, so it's not fair for me to play peacekeeper for someone so stubborn, who can't actually grasp the fact that a 16 year old girl would want actual privacy (and tbh this is the only acc who said this as far as I am aware).

Again, if you want to educate this person, go ahead and honestly wish you the best of luck but I'm sick of this situation as it is, because where for some ppl this started a couple days ago, df tumblr has been repeating the same thing for a good year now.

Not my circus, not my monkeys.

[rosinbae]

shattered ⋆ kim taerae

◜✧◞ SYNOPSIS ─ where unfortunately for kim taerae, the truth hurts, and pierces his heart right where it shouldn't.

◜✧◞ PAIRING ─ kim taerae x male!reader

◜✧◞ GENRE ─ literally just angst.

◜✧◞ WARNINGS ─ mentions of overworking and passing out.

taerae knows this is a bad sign.

y/n only practices until three in the morning if he genuinely feels sick to his stomach, if he genuinely feels that he isn't doing good enough and has to work extra hard so that he doesn't disappoint anyone watching his performance.

unfortunately, this isn't a newly developed habit, y/n has been doing this ever since he first joined wakeone as a trainee. if he got an especially bad scolding from the dance instructor, he'd practice himself to death to try and prove them wrong.

he'd do anything just to make sure he wasn't lacking in any of his skills, anything about his performance that made someone else upset was immediately something he had to fix.

even it meant practicing so hard he would just collapse onto the floor of the practice room.

taerae remembers feeling afraid.

he remembers listening to hanbin console a concerned junghyun as he desperately covered his ears, trying to cover out any mention of y/n and his horrible state, too afraid to think about if he would even wake up the next day.

y/n is fragile, he takes many things to heart, though he doesn't cry as often as he used to, he constantly tries to prove others wrong by doing his best. of course he always does do his best but then there's something else to be nitpicked and then he has to fix that too.

he can just never win.

like at the moment.

taerae is usually a heavy sleeper, he doesn't wake up easily no matter what, but as he stares at the clock beside his bed, the one which reads 3:42 am, he feels a pit form in his stomach as he notices y/n's empty bed beside him.

he flinches upon hearing the door open, but relaxes as soon as he sees the familiar figure of y/n. his relaxation doesn't last long, though, because he sees how worn out y/n looks, and it's enough to make him frown.

"hi".

"hi" taerae smiles. even though he expects that to be the end of that, but y/n stares at him for a moment, which gets taerae worried.

"can i sit with you?"

"shouldn't you go to sleep?" taerae mutters, he feels that's the right thing to say because they have to wake up early tomorrow. tomorrow being the day which determines what the next 2 and a half years of their lives may look like.

y/n doesn't listen, and taerae doesn't bother. he's tired, exhausted, frustrated from having to perform the same song for five hours, worried that he may not debut, and may not debut with one of his friends in fact. when taerae makes space for him, he sits by him and simply blinks.

"taerae" he starts, and taerae simply stares back at him. he always liked it when y/n said his name, because it was like he pronounced each letter with surprising precision, as if they were all equally important to pronounce. "i don't have a good feeling".

"does that have to do with your or practicing all day again?" he asks rather loudly, making him cover his mouth. that is what gets a small laugh out of y/n, and that makes taerae feel glad, because it's been a while since he's laughed.

"i'm not gonna make it, taerae" he says, a sad smile coming to his face as he says those words. "it's not meant for me".

taerae furrows his eyebrows. "y/n—"

"i know that this is all i've been working for and giving up is horrible but at this point, there is nothing that'll make me debut".

"what makes you think that?" taerae wants him to be wrong, he wants to try and convince y/n that he deserves that spot, because he does. he worked his ass off every day, always did better each time if he got the smallest scolding, took care of his fellow wakeone trainees, even if he wasn't taking care of himself.

there is nothing that can convince taerae that he doesn't deserve to debut, he did so much, he tried so hard, giving up is never what he does.

but it seems he's too tired now.

"i constantly try, constantly try my best but then there's something wrong with my performance and i can never do anything correctly! i'm tired of trying taerae, first our debut was canceled and then we get thrown into a stupid survival show and it's like wakeone is doing everything to prevent me from debuting, i'm tired.."

his eyes well up with tears, and taerae doesn't remember the last time he's seen him like that. "i just want to debut, it's been two years and i've achieved nothing".

"but that's not true" taerae argues, and y/n takes in a deep breath, not wanting to sob in taerae's bed at three in the morning. "y/n, you can't give up yet, were so close.."

"no you're so close" y/n confirms, making taerae shut his eyes. "as much as i wanna debut, it's not gonna be possible. i wanted to debut with you, and hanbin, and jeonghyeon, woonggi, and sungmin but, fuck we can't, we just can't, there is really nothing left for me".

taerae wants to try so hard to tell him that he's wrong, to tell him that he's gonna make it, and he'll finally achieve his dreams of debuting, but it's not that y/n thinks he won't, he knows he won't debut.

he's tried so hard, time and time again, he'd put on a brave face as to not worry anybody, but he hates that all of efforts are looked over, and that he won't get a place in the debut lineup.

"taerae, i believe in you".

but why won't you believe in yourself? taerae desperately wants to say, he wants to give him hope, wants to tell him that everything's gonna be okay and that they're gonna laugh together tomorrow when they both end up debuting.

but it was the truth, y/n wasn't gonna make it, he can't climb over nine ranks in the span of the night. even if he's talented, even if he's worked so hard to the point that he's passed out, even with how many times he failed and continued to try, it didn't matter. not to the voters, not to the mnet editors, not to anyone.

taerae wants all of that be a lie. he wants to close his eyes and open them to see all of his wakeone friends laughing over stupid jokes, he just wants to be happy, wants y/n to be happy.

he just wants to live in a world where he can debut with all of his friends, where y/n will finally be recognized for his talents, where they can finally debut together like how y/n promised back in their first year as wakeone trainees.

y/n reaches for taerae's hand and simply places it on his cheek, wiping his own tears. "i wanted us to debut together, y/n" taerae mutters, and y/n gives a small hum.

"i'm so sorry" he mumbles, as if he's at fault for something. he wants to debut with taerae too, he promised him the first time they met that they would debut together somehow, even if the circumstances are weird.

taerae hates that this is the truth, he hates that this is the unfortunate way y/n has to tell him that he can't make it, even though taerae thinks he deserves it more than anyone. "you deserve to debut, you worked so hard".

"everybody did" he sighs. "there's just no more hope for me, taerae".

taerae stares at y/n, who simply rests against his palm. he then looks back to the clock beside his bed.

4:03 am.

#kim taerae #zerobaseone #zb1 #zb1 taerae #zb1 imagines #kim taerae x reader #kim taerae imagines #zb1 scenarios #zb1 drabbles

[morose-magnetrix]

Hi there!!! Did you read the Magneto series and Scarlet witch series? I'm eagerly waiting to know your thoughts!

Yes I did! I read through the last issue of Magneto this morning, as well as issues 9 & 10 of Scarlet Witch. Overall, I really enjoyed the conclusions to both of them, Scarlet Witch more so.

Magneto:

This line from Issue 4 really summarizes I think the overall conceit of this story: "Was the 'evil mutant' just a role I played for the greater good... or the ugly truth? Am I the heir to Charles Xavier's dream... or the beast that will devour it?"

At first, this series gave me the impression that the author's argument was that it had all been an act back in the 60's, that Magneto wasn't really ever 'evil,' and I didn't find that satisfying. I think there's a tendency in fiction to try to absolve characters of their past actions/crimes, in order to make them more palatable and less complex (for instance, absolving Jean Grey of Dark Phoenix's actions by making it so the real Jean was at the bottom of the bay the entire time, or saying that Doom had manipulated Wanda into committing M-Day). Removing their responsibility/culpability for actions they took just isn't as interesting to me as seeing someone grapple with something horrific they had done, and having to struggle and reckon with it, and find a way to atone for their actions.

So basically, I thought at first that this was what this narrative was trying to do - to remove Magneto's responsibility for the stuff he did in the silver age. But by the conclusion of the series, I think it became more clear that deMatteis & co were really trying to examine these two opposing poles of Magneto, of his capability for intense rage and violence, but also for empathy and compassion.

I think if the series had been longer, this would've been super successful. As it was, it accomplished what it set out to do in these four issues and the ending scene with Rahne, where they're looking at the photo of Max's mom, it's super touching and sweet. I just wish things had more space to breathe to allow this character study the runway it really needed.

Scarlet Witch:

I ADORE this entire run. I haven't been posting my thoughts on individual issues as much as I used to - and that isn't because these things aren't good, they're fucking fantastic - I've just been busy with work (& getting back into writing fanfic). But I need to be super clear - this is my favorite Scarlet Witch solo ever (not that we have many lol) and probably is up there in one of my favorite comic runs of all time.

The artwork is GORGEOUS. The colors used are amazing and the expressions on the characters, by god they just fucking sing. I love the care taken to depict Wanda respectfully and accurately, the new costumes are sick af, and everything is just so dynamic. Sometimes, I have a hard time figuring out what is happening with comic book art, but I never really struggled here - even as we are dropped into wacky new situations, often times jumping from completely different contexts from panel to panel. And the covers, they are just.... just chef's kiss - perfection!

And the characterization, gods - just incredible. I didn't really like Orlando's Marauders run, I ended up dipping out somewhere in arc 1 or 2 of it, so I was a little worried about Scarlet Witch. I'm so glad to have been proven wrong. The cast works together so flawlessly, the little moments recalling past continuity without aliening new readers is fantastic. I adored Wanda calling Joseph Iosif and I'm hoping that, when we next see him, he may just adopt that as his name? (Although I'm not expecting to see Iosif around any time soon, given that Max is coming back, and historically when Max is back and a good guy, Iosif is either dead or a bad guy).

The treatment of Wanda's family was everything I could have hoped for - honoring Magneto as her father, her interactions with her siblings, with her kids, with her niece. Seeing Luna Maximoff again in a comic was NOT something I saw coming but I loved it lol.

I also just loved the rotating nature of the problems she faced - that every issue was a new adventure, a new place, a new way for Wanda to demonstrate her growth and healing by giving back to others. She's an OP character by definition and I never felt myself bored with the conflicts she had to face. They were unique and varied and I felt most of them, on some level, had a direct connection to a period of Wanda's own history - hell, they even had her basically go and confront someone who was doing a WandaVision which I found sooo funny lmao.

(If you can't tell by my rambling, I'm kinda obsessed with this series...)

The final villain I really liked - partially because I am an inorganic chemist, so a lot of the science and stuff that I do actually comes from alchemists. I think having alchemist villains for Wanda to face is super interesting and a nice change of pace from the demons and other witches she is usually up against, and I hope we see more of Nicola. She's a super neat foil for Wanda, particularly with the current continuity that Wanda comes from a line of Scarlet Witches, and Nicola comes from a long line of alchemists.

Darcy was a treat, she worked super well here, and I kinda ship her with Zelma now??? Like they're girlfriends, right??? Right???

There's probably things I'm frothing at the mouth over with this series that I've forgotten about, but I also don't want to write you an entire essay in response, so.... I'm gonna cut myself off here and say that I am VERY excited for the follow up Quicksilver & Scarlet Witch series. (Maybe we'll get a Quicksilver & Scarlet Witch & POLARIS series one day, hmmm? Please Marvel? Pleeeeeeeease? I neeeeeed it soooo much....)

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[writingforatwistedworld]

To the fairest man in the world,

Vil my dear, I hope everything is going well for you on set. I am always in awe of how talented of an actor you are. I still remember when I watched one of your movie for the first time, all the way I was rooting for you despite Neige being the hero. So I know that this movie you're filming will be a resounding success as well !

I miss you more than anything, but it would be a sin if the world was deprive of you. You always tell me I'm exaggerating but I insist dear ! You are the most hardworking person I ever knew. And you deserve all the success you have and even more. I will not stop telling you how much I'm proud of you and love you until you're sick of it.

As for me, don't worry. I'm doing my best to keep Pomefiore up to the highest standard while you're away. Rook is a huge help, I understand why you chose him, I admit that his eccentricity has it charm. He is a great company and friend. As for Epel, he is surprisingly well-behaved since I took over his training in your absence. I opted for a kinder and more relaxed approach and so far the result are astonishing. He is progressing faster than ever. I can't wait for you to come back and see his progress !

When this letter will have reached you, I should be done with the set of clothes and matching jewelries I promised I would do for you to celebrate our one year anniversary as a couple.

I've never been so glad that back in my world I was a tailor than now ! Just the thought of you wearing it fill me with joy ! Although I know that your kind heart would accept even the shabbiest clothes from me, know that I refuse to give you anything less then perfect ! So rest assured that this set was made with all the best I could find. (If you see Grim giving you the side eyes it may be for that. To this day he keep complaining about how much I spent on it rather than tuna) Alas, this still doesn't hold a candle to what you could probably buy. I hope the love and care with which I made it will make up for it a little.

Don't push yourself too hard, I know you got this and I'm happy to wait for you for as long as it will take.

As usual, your number one fan,

Ramshackle Prefect *player name*

- Player is in twst world and as you can see it's a write your heart out letter. Thank you for your hard work Veil ❤️

Self-aware au

I do not take any responsibility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, implied murder, implied torture, imprisonment, stalking, possessive behavior, obsessive behavior, possessiveness, poison, obsession

Vil Schoenheit-Bittersweet separation

Hearing a familiar voice hum you looked up and saw the hunter you had grown closer since you started looking after Vils beloved dorm. When you saw the familiar handwriting on the envelope he was holding you were close to jumping from joy. It seemed like your letter had reached your favorite actor safely. Setting the paper in front of you on the desk Rook took his leave again, murmuring something which sounded like “premier amour...”. Seeing it in front of you made it feel even more unreal. With shaking hands you held it, too afraid that you might damage it in some way. How ironic. To get to its contents you needed to do exactly that yet the paper which was wrapped around the letter within it was already something precious to you. Opening it with a letter opener (Vil hated it whenever you ripped it open which made you start using one) you unfolded the paper within it.

Dear gem,

I was elated when my manager brought your letter to me. At first I thought that it was the regular mail from fans but when I saw my name in your handwriting on it it felt like all the stress from the last few days just disappeared. You are like that one potion other actors take so that they can survive on set for multiple days without a break. Just as uplifting and addictive but missing the dangerous aftereffects. All my efforts are for you. From day one there was only one person whom I dearly wanted to notice me. Now you, that one person, and I are in a relationship. I couldn't be happier. That I even outshine Neige in your eyes shows me that my efforts finally pay off. Sometimes I just meant to give him a poisoned apple but I guess that isn't necessary anymore.

My most beloved treasure, you say that it would be a sin of the world would be deprived of me. As much as I would like to agree with you on everything I am not able to do that when this is the subject. In my opinion, it is rather the other way around. You are the bright light that shines down upon us or rather the bright light that once shined down upon us. At the moment only a small part of this world can see you. Like the dwarves once put Snow White in a glass coffin so that they were always able to see her I also do something similar to that. Keeping you in Pomfiore without sharing you with the outside world and at the same time, it feels so right to do that. I am able to hold back as long as only the students under my care can see you but if more people than that would do that? I am not sure what I would do if that were the case. You are like a Canary in a golden cage. You don't belong there yet I make you stay in Pomfiore. But as long as you are alright with this I will not question my actions further. I do not know how much more I will restrict you in the future. Everything I do is for you. So that I may secure a easy future for you.a future in which you don't even have to lift a finger. So please don't say that I deserve my success. In the end it is all for a selfish agenda.

I hope you are actually doing fine and not just telling me this so that I worry less. If you were overlooking yourself for Pomfiore I would rather have you drop that dorm and take care of yourself. Assuming that you are telling me the truth I shall not continue to ask. We have already seen in the past that lying to me doesn't end well, haven't we? That Rook would listen to you was never questioned but I am rather surprised by Epels results. Is he really behaving well? Tell me if he isn't, I'm always ready to call him but if things are as smooth as you tell me that they are then I applaud you. How could I have ever doubted your abilities? After all you are the Overseer, perfection themselves. This reminds me that we are nothing else than the dust beneath you. There isn't a single being who could ever dream of reaching your level within any world. Wisdom and beauty are yours to command. If someone would ever have the audacity to say otherwise I will make sure that they will thoroughly regret what they claimed. I have a rather interesting potion on my shelf after all.

But let's not talk about possible ways to contort the body of a person into painful poses until they can't be returned to a painless state anymore. This is about us. You are doing the jewelry and the clothing? I thought you were only joking back then. At the moment I am questioning how I could ever have made the most precious person in any world work for me but at the same time, I feel honored. When I heard from you that you were once a tailor I wanted to poison anyone who dared to make you work for them, without or with an apple. The only thing holding me back was you reassuring me that everything was alright and the fact that I was missing Belladonna. I apologize but mostly me having no Belladonna left was the reason why no one got poisoned and not your word. You may punish me however you wish to once I return.

My dearest, I would wear everything you were to gift me. Don't worry about it not being in the same price class as the things I usually wear on set. Most of the time these articles of clothing are equally of low quality as the ones in very cheap shops. The only difference is that they have a very fancy sounding name slapped onto them. I only wear them in front of camera because I have to uphold a certain image and not because I think of them especially high. Your handmade clothing however is made with a lot of care. Not only does this make it's quality better but also something very precious to me. To imagine that I would ever wear something you made for me and are alone! To be surrounded by something you made! Just the thought of that makes me want to return to you even faster! But no, I have to wait. I would hate it if some reaction of mine were to make me any less beautiful. It would make me even less worthy of you after all.

Once I return we shall celebrate our first anniversary. I have already planned a variety of things. Only you and me, no fans and if one of them were to approach us even though I made sure they wouldn't? Well, I got more of that certain potion I mentioned before. Ah, with every single passing day your me more seems sweeter and sweeter to me! Please never separate from me for such a long time again! I'm not sure if I could handle it. Who knows, if the worst case scenario were to happen I might get one of those mirrors the Fairest Queen had and make it show you. Every day, throughout the day and night.

I yearn for you. Soon all of this is over and we can be happy.

See you soon my dear gem.

Vil Schoenheit

#yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twst #yandere twisted wonderland x reader #yandere twst x reader #self aware au #yandere vil #yandere vil schoenheit #yandere vil x reader #tw: yandere #tw: implied murder #tw: implied torture #tw: imprisonment #tw: stalking #tw: possessive behavior #tw: obsessive behavior #tw: possessiveness #tw: poison #tw: obsession

[annab-nana]

could i get feeling their forehead for temperature and pressing a kiss to the crown of their head with arvin russell please thank you

omg yeah here you go babe <3

warnings: not proofread, mentions of lenora's ending, pregnancy talk

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arvin knew something was wrong when you didn't go to church that morning. you, much like his sister lenora, never ever missed church. you didn't want arvin to miss out on hearing the lord's word either, but given the events that happened with his sister when she was in this same situation, arvin was not about to leave you alone. he knew you would never do what she did, but he thought the same thing about her at one time. he couldn't have been more wrong.

"you feelin' any better?" arvin asked from where he leaned against the door frame, hair slicked back and a pinch between his brows from constant internal anger and worry. you helped him with that in his day-to-day life, but now that you'd been sick for nearly a week, he couldn't stop worrying. you were always so strong and nothing ever bothered you. when you normally had a cold, it maybe had you in its hold for a day or two max, but this was something different. something worse.

you rolled over to face him, a weary smile on your lips when you saw him. "still throwin' up and i feel like i've been hit by a train, but i don't think it's contagious considering you're as fit as a fiddle so that's good."

his heart warmed at the thought that even in your state, you were still worrying over and looking out for him. he didn't know why god gave you to him, but he thanked the big man every day for it.

arvin walked over to the side of the bed and sat right next to you. he lifted his hand to your face, pressing the back of it to your cheeks and then your forehead. you didn't feel warm at all which was really throwing the boy for a loop.

"no fever still," he commented before taking his bottom lip between his teeth.

you moved your head a little to get a better look at him. "do you want me to have a fever?" you teased him, watching as he let go of his lip and smiled ever so slightly.

"no, darlin'. i don't want you sick at all. it just don't make a lick of sense," arvin explained earnestly. you could tell this was really bothering him, so you tried to get him to talk it out with you.

you reached for his hand to hold in your own and asked, "what do you mean?"

"shouldn't you have a fever if you've got a virus or somethin'?" arvin inquired while you paused to think about it.

"well, maybe, but i don't kn-" you stopped yourself when you saw arvin's face morph from hard mentation to clear realization. it almost scared you a little at how he wasn't immediately telling you what he was thinking. "arv, everything alright?"

he was trying so hard to block out the stuff that happened with lenora that he forgot one key detail, the reason why lenora was sick in the first place.

arvin's wide and worried eyes looked down at you and he can't believe he hadn't thought of it sooner. it would make complete sense. "do you think that you could be pregnant?"

it was your turn to take a moment to answer while you thought back on the past several weeks. it didn't hit you until now that you were late by at least a month and all your current symptoms lined up with arvin's suggestion.

you moved to sit up in your bed, arvin ready to aid you if you needed it, and as you rose in your spot, the emotions inside you followed suit. "would it be okay if i am? would you be okay with that?" you asked with watery eyes.

arvin was scared as hell to be a father, but with you, he felt like he could do it. once again, that fear that you would follow lenora's footsteps if he wasn't there for you shot through him and that in combination with his love and need to protect you showed when he reached forward to hold you to his chest.

"if it's okay with you, then it's okay with me," arvin muttered into your hair before he pressed his lips to the crown of your head, "i'm glad it's a baby and that you're not dying on me. i don't know what i'd do with myself if i didn't have you."

you chuckled into his blue shirt and looked up at the man you loved. "i'm not going away that easily."

he smiled down at you and wiped away the tears on your cheeks, before he responded with a simple and short, "good."

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