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mirkwoodmunson · 1 year

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mid-west monster #1

werewolf!eddie munson x reader

you’ve been with eddie munson for a few months now, and while you knew the boy harbored some secrets — you weren’t aware just how hairy things were about to get

tw: cursing, body horror(? i think?)

a/n: for writeober i’ll be attempting to do (hopefully) daily drabbles, each one a progression of this fic and based around a generated prompt! feel free to send any in as well if you’d like to inspire future installments! happy halloween! LMAO anyway.... i abandoned this wip in early oct. when i realized i should maybe focus on my big move instead of writing, kept getting sad looking at it sitting in my drafts so i decided to slap on a quick sort-of-ending and just post it cause... i love werewolf!eddie so fucking much y'all ;; he'd be the scruffiest stankiest doggo bf and i'm HERE FOR IT. not sure if this'll be continued as past me suggested but if it gets some traction i'd look into progressing the story! hope you enjoy!

Your knuckles are a ghostly white, latched to the steering wheel where your thumb rubs hard into the frayed edge of the wheel cover, anxious and tense. Eddie had been radio silent for the third day now, Hellfire had gathered in the hopes that maybe he’d make some dramatic entrance after working on the materials for this session — but no Dungeon Master had shown his mischievous grin. You’d called and called, stopped by but Wayne had solemnly sent you off each time, assuring you his boy was fine — just going through a rough illness. Maybe it was selfish to think but it made you angry, if he was sick he could still pick up a phone, right? It was the honeymoon stage yet, you’d only started dating a few months back and you could admit you had a tendency to cling to him, but to be fair he seemed to be clinging to you, too. Till now, at least. Had something changed so suddenly?

You let out a heavy breath you just now realize you’d been holding and scold yourself. ‘Your thoughts aren’t always true. Wayne said he was sick so he’s sick. I can at least bring him a treat.’ Looking over at the tote bag of tupperware’d food you encourage yourself to smile and hold it as you pull into the Munson’s drive.

Wayne wasn’t home, but Eddie’s van was here, and so you collect your things and exit your car, hopping up the steps and rapping the door.

No answer.

“Eddie?”

A neighbor’s dog starts barking a few doors down. You could swear you hear something from inside, rustling and a door slamming shut.

“Eds? You in there? It’s me! I brought you some stuff.”

Nothing.

“W-Wayne said you were super sick, so…” you trail off softly, lowering your arms and heaving a sigh.

“Eddie? I know you’re home I— … I’m worried about you, I just—“ you groan softly and just set everything down on the steps, worried the more you call to him the more annoyed he’s getting.

“I’ll just… I’m setting your stuff down out here for you, okay? Don’t forget about it.” A few more moments leaned against the door, waiting for anything, but nothing comes and you can’t help a slight pang, heading back down the steps.

“…Feel better, Eds.” Glancing back you cant even look inside, the curtains all shut tight. ‘He must really be sick.’

You head home but for the rest of the night your thoughts and worries start to take over a little, unable to sit still as you pace your room and question every last interaction you’d had with him, wonder about every possible illness you knew the name of. If he’d just call, pick up when you rang, just say one word to let you know you didn’t need to worry so much.

As you’re in the middle of that thought the phone does indeed ring, and you nearly trip over yourself to get to it, ripping the receiver from the cradle and holding it tight against your ear.

“Hello??”

“…”

“… Hello? Someone there?”

“Y/N?” His voice is low, weak, obscured slightly but it’s Eddie. Oh, your heart nearly beats from your chest.

“Eddie?? Babe what the f— I’ve been so worried! Are you okay?”

“… … I- … I’m- I’m fine, promise. I’m fine.” He sounds strained.

“Are you sure? Do you need anything? I-I left you some stuff—“

“Sweetheart I— I can’t… Can’t really talk much, now… Just… Wanted to tell you, I’m okay…” There’s some rustling as though he’s covering the receiver on his end; you swear you hear him whimper.

“Eds?? Eddie please I-“ *click*

You hang onto the phone long enough for the signal to start bleeping at you as if in irritation that you’re still on the line, reminding you to set it back down in its cradle.

The clock tells you it’s close to midnight. Your brain tells you something’s very wrong.

Fifteen minutes later you’re rocking to a sudden halt in your car, once again sat in Eddie’s driveway. Same as before, Wayne isn’t home yet, and Eddie’s van is parked just beside you. The tote bag you’d left still sat on the steps.

You step out, striding up to his door with purpose and this time just trying the knob — locked. Glancing down the length of the trailer, the curtains still seemed to be drawn and there’s no discernible light peeking through, save for Eddie’s bedroom, a soft orange glow from a covered lamp indicating some presence.

Hoping to high heaven that neither Munson would hold trespassing against you, you bend down and lift the mat as you’d seen Eddie do a few times — the hidden spare key glinting at you in the moonlight. Using it on the lock, you turn the knob again and suck in a deep breath as you push the door open into an eerily silent, pitch-black living room.

“…Eddie?” Your voice is soft and hitched, trembling a little, too quiet to get anyone’s attention. Why were you kind of freaking out right now? There’s a rustle down the hall, a gruff, muffled noise and you gasp, jumping in your step. Looking down the hallway, it’s that same lightless black, until your eyes reach Eddie’s bedroom door — that orange light bleeding through the space between the door and the floor.

“E-Eddie?” You find yourself taking slow steps towards his room, eyes locked onto that strip of light. When a shadow runs across it you feel a cold sweat break over you. “Eds, seriously, seriously I’m kind of freaked out right n—“

There’s no time to react as the door slams open and crashes into the wall, a large, shivering figure in the doorway wearing Eddie’s Hellfire t-shirt, but it’s ripped and stained. You can’t make it out exactly, but the light from behind it illuminates its shape — and it’s much bigger than Eddie. Rugged; shoulders heaving. But its breathing is… unnatural. Almost like there’s a growl laced in it. You stumble backwards and to the floor from the initial shock of the door flying open, hastily lifting yourself onto your elbows, and when you behold this figure you gasp a sharp, shuddering breath, trying to croak out a scream but it catches and you find you can only stutter and whimper, struggling to scurry backwards but your movements are shaky and your limbs feel frozen.

It heaves a growl, snarls but it’s eerily soft, and takes a heavy step forward, vibrating through you. Your mind screams at you to move but you’re still just scrambling, arms heavy, trying to inch yourself away as you emit low whimpers, eyes wide and unable to leave the beast before you. Its eyes glow an unnatural yellow and it’s how you know it’s staring right back into yours. You can make it out a little better now, but your mind struggles to comprehend exactly what you’re looking at.

The creature is at least seven feet tall, almost entirely covered in dark, wavy fur. Its limbs don’t fit, however, they’re too human as its fingers reach up to pull at a mane of wild, shaggy hair, and that’s when you really notice the ears. They’re tall, pointed, set back like a dog ready to lunge. Its muzzle just the same, canine and lined with sharp teeth as it snarls. Eddie’s Hellfire tee… why was it wearing that??

“E-E— Ed—die…“ The tears fall freely and you cry. ‘So this is how I’m gonna die,’ you think. ‘This monster must have eaten Eddie and now it’s gonna eat me too.’

At the sound of your voice, however, something changes quickly. The beast spasms as if struck, crouching and curling into itself as it whines. As you watch in horror, you witness the final stage of this creature's transformation. The same dark fur breaks out over rippling arm and leg muscles, as the creature whines again and groans; you gasp, watching fingers lengthen and sharpen into claws. Arms and legs swell with muscle beneath the sheath of fur, and a howl of pain twins with a sob that wracks you. Terror and fear and also... sympathy. How do you know this creature?? Why are you suddenly so sad that it's hurting.

The beast's head snaps up, yellow eyes aglow, and it... calms. It sighs, almost, relieved the worst of it is over and now its attention is locked onto you. But the menace is gone -- if anything, this creature seems worried. Upset. Sad that it's frightened you.

You're still trembling, however, still weeping silently on the floor as you just lock eyes with this hulking being in front of you. The Hellfire tee... You keep scanning, gaze wandering over the wavy fur, and something dangling from this beast's neck makes your heart drop. The shirt should have given it away, but how could you think straight when a literal werewolf was snarling and staring you down. But now, Eddie's pick hanging from it's thick, furry neck...

You take in a shuddering breath, shaking your head in disbelief. The wolf begins to whine, lowering its head, ears lowered and pulled back again but now like a dog ashamed of what it's done. You cant help a bark of a laugh, the tears continuing to spill.

"EDDIE??! WHAT THE HELL!!"

Your werewolf boyfriend barks. You swear you see his tail wag.

#eddie munson #werewolf!eddie munson #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson ficlet #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson horror #???? i think #mine

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wait-thats-illegal · 2 years

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Okay so I wanna rant about one of my current hyperfixations: Sherlock Holmes. This post is in reference to two of my favourite details from the original books, and by "details" I mean "inconsistencies" (for lack of a better term lmao) that I would otherwise hate in a series but for some reason I find it hilarious in this context (the context to me being that Doyle didn't even want to be writing about Sherlock—his true passion was spiritualism—but the public was like no, we want our asshole detective)

(Analysis under Read More cause this ended up being way longer than I'd intended. It wound up taking over an hour and several frantic google searches but it was worth it.)

First off, does Watson know who Moriarty is or not? Now this one is slightly more annoying but not too important. Like I understand from a writer's perspective (needing a reason to explain/counter something) but I still think it's strange.

In The Valley of Fear, Watson does in fact know who Moriarty is.

"You have heard me speak of Professor Moriarty?”

“The famous scientific criminal, as famous among crooks as—”

“My blushes, Watson!”

(Book: The Valley of Fear, published 1915. Source: Project Gutenberg.)

Countering Watson's pevious statement in The Vally of Fear, he later does not know who Moriarty is.

“You have probably never heard of Professor Moriarty?” said [Holmes].

“Never.”

(Book: The Final Problem, published 1893. Source: Project Gutenberg.)

While it is true The Final Probelm was published before The Valley of Fear, the stories are out of order and should be read as The Valley of Fear then The Final Problem/The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes. Based on this, Watson should’ve known who Moriarty was (or at least have heard of him.) But in the grand scheme of things, this slight error is really not that important and something I just found fascinating.

However, there is another inconsistency in the same two books that I think is absolutely hilarious. Similar to the last, it isn't super important, just something that I'd noticed.

In The Valley of Fear, Sherlock talks to Watson and Inspecter McDonald (an underrated character, I absolutely love him) about Moriarty and his evil criminal empire.

“I happen to know who is the first link in his chain—a chain with this Napoleon-gone-wrong at one end, and a hundred broken fighting men, pickpockets, blackmailers, and card sharpers at the other, with every sort of crime in between."

(Book: The Valley of Fear, publish 1915. Source: Project Gutenberg.)

Amidst that myriad of insults, one stands out the most: "this Napoleon-gone-wrong." That might be the best insult I've ever read (followed closely by Holmes describing Moriarty's eyes/features as being "peculiarly reptilian.") Of course I'm stating this for a reason as Sherlock directly contradicts himself later in The Final Problem:

"He is the Napoleon of crime, Watson. He is the organizer of half that is evil and of nearly all that is undetected in this great city. He is a genius, a philosopher, an abstract thinker. He has a brain of the first order."

(Book: The Final Problem, published 1893. Source: Project Gutenberg.)

How can one be both a "Napoleon-gone-wrong" AND "the Napoleon of crime?"

Anyways, this was just a long-winded post of me ranting about details I noticed while reading. These aren't concrete statements either, I haven't read all the books so I probably missed something. This is all in good humour so please don't kill me. I'm going to attempt to do the read more break but idk if I'll be able to but I shall try lmao. Should I post more of these analysis type posts? Cause I love making them and I have a lot of thoughts on everything. But if you've read this far, thank you ❤ have a great day/night wherever you are, love you :)

#sherlock holmes #professor moriarty #the adventures of sherlock holmes #the valley of fear #the final problem #the memoirs of sherlock holmes #moriarty the patriot #yuukoku no moriarty #yuumori #william james moriarty #james moriarty #sir arthur conan doyle #i think i did the read more and am Very Proud of myself #this only took like an hour and several frantic google searches

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singsweetmelodies · 1 year

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can you imagine a piarles collection of fics based on Taylor swift song? like, each album is a collection and each fic is based on a song of that album???

like, when we have London boy but adapted so it would be ‘you know I love a Monaco boy’ because this one would be Pierre saying ‘I saw the dimples first and then I heard the accent’ just because it fits though I do think most of everything would be just Charles’ pov because he’s a dramatic bitch just like Taylor

one telling a summer fling they had but one of them fell and screaming at the other “I love you ain’t that the worst thing you ever heard?”

one telling the story of how they met and some stories in the middle until the “now” where Charles says “I like shinny things but I’d marry you in paper rings” and Pierre goes and buys him a ring shaped as a piece of newspaper and propose with it

THE ONE TELLING ABOUT ALL TOO WELL 10 MINUTES VERSION WOULD BE LIKE KNIVES IN MY HEART though definitely not the saddest, that would be tolerate it

and one where Pierre goes on about how they broke up because of *something* and then on a random day they meet again and Pierre tells him “if my wishes came true it would’ve been you” (they do not get back together though)

and when they have a *bad* break up and Pierre is talking shit (for the hell of it) with the press and Charles goes “I keep my side of the street clean but you wouldn’t know what I mean”

I am rambling so much but god I love this idea so much and like

I’m NOT here to kindly ask you to do it (REALLY, that would be waaaaaay too much), I was just procrastinating and I thought about it and I had to share this with someone so thank you for listening to my Ted talk 🫧

AHHHHH, sorry, i completely missed this one last night 🙈🙈 bloody tumblr... but oh my god, i absolutely love this idea! the amount of times i listen to a taylor swift song and just think "whoa my god... piarles au" is insane really. INSANE. so i absolutely adore you for this concept

and!! your SONG EXAMPLES omg 🥺🥺 i absolutely melted because yes yes yes London Boy is such a them song. i am particularly soft for this song + piarles, because i wrote a fic with a London Boy lyric for a title for them a little while ago. it's my Monaco vlog fic, and this one is very close to my heart for many reasons, but most especially because it always reminds me of my wonderful @leclerctops, @welightitup and @redyellowstupid, and the very START of our birthday fic surprise tradition 🥺🥺❤️💙💚 bless, the best memories, and all the love, really.

but enough sentimental nonsense! you know, i actually hadn't considered the "Monaco boy" dimples spin on it, but oh my god you are actually a genius. Pierre "I saw the dimples first and then I heard the accent" Gasly - LOVE LOVE LOVE IT!!

oh my god, and Cruel Summer - okay, so, this is actually an idea i wrote down in my personal discord server for fic ideas (lmao). i was listening to this song and my brain just went EXACTLY what yours did here: "piarles summer fling but they're idiots and they forgot to communicate." still obsessed with this concept ngl. (unfortunately it's not one i have any sort of time to write, but, oh well. it will live in my head like an unfinished melody 🙏)

AND PAPER RINGS!! your idea of pierre getting him an actual paper ring!! that is the cutest thing i've ever heard omg 🥺🥺 and he so WOULD!! these idiots in love... i adore them ❤️❤️

whoa my god, and all too well. ALL TOO WELL!! ngl that's always been more of a brocedes song for me, but that's just because i can't bear the thought of hurting my piarles babies like that 🙈🙈🥺 but if a piarles ATW fic was ever written... you are unquestionably right. that would be a knife to the heart.

and?? TOLERATE IT?? excuse me?? that would be the one to absolutely shatter us all, i agree. "i know my love should be celebrated but you tolerate it" EXCUSE ME?? no?? i could never do that to my beloveds. just. never 😭😭😭😭🥺🥺💔

(though, thinking about it... isn't "tolerate it" good for a sort of heartbreaking charles + ferrari character study? the true otp if you will... the beautiful agony of being a ferrari driver... AHHHH)

and. the 1?? THE 1 FOR PIARLES?? IF MY WISHES CAME TRUE IT WOULD'VE BEEN YOU?? you're right, that one couldn't have a happy ending, but... 😭😭💔💔💔 i could also never do that to them. MY POOR BABIES

hehehehe ngl the karma one made me CACKLE 🤭🤭 pierre ABSOLUTELY is the kind of petty bitch who would talk shit for the hell of it. just look at pierresteban, after all! and for piarles to have a bad breakup... HEARTBREAKING. but omg it would make for such a good character study! love this 👌

ahhhh omg, sorry, i got a bit carried away with this answer 🙈🙈 but come on. TAYLOR SWIFT + PIARLES?? two of my favourite favourite things?? it was never going to be any other way, come on. (in other words, ilysm for this, and thanks a load for sharing your FAB Ted talk/concept with me ❤️❤️ <333)

#asks & answers #🖥 your-littlesecret #piarles concepts #LOVE THIS #fr fr #i am more than a little obsessed #piarles + ts!! MY TWO FAVS!!#if it were reasonable at *all* i would be diving head first into this project with no hesitation aksgdkdbdndb #unfortunately work is a thing #and; y'know; being a functional adult and all #but oh my god. rent free in my head. RENT FREE #this is also making me want to dig up those ts songs + f1 ships posts i reblogged #with the craziest tags ever bahahaha #i basically went through the ENTIRE DISCOGRAPHY and assigned all my fav songs to some of my fav f1 pairings #yes i am indeed truly insane :D #<33333

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spookyserenades · 1 year

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Hi Dana!!! Just wanted to stop by in your asks to let you know that I absolutely love Trouvaille! I can't believe you've been pumping out +20k chapters for this, but I appreciate it a lot (I can't imagine the amount of time you take to work on them). Overall, I really love the concept and world building you've done in only 3 chapters. Especially the originality of adding in the occult/paranormal/supernatural to the story. I find it so interesting, especially now that there's been more interactions and insight into MC's past with the spirits and ghosts.

I guess I'll put in a theory (?) regarding future chapters...? I have a feeling JK and Namjoon are going to be important or instrumental with MC's dive back into the paranormal. Looking at their moonboards gives some hints towards it, too. I feel like JK was either in a cult or grew up in what seems to be the Catholic church (I thought I saw a rosary behind the crucifix). Also, with the ghosty hands and stuff, it just feels like he'll be important. Even in Norse mythology, elks are symbols of protection against physical and spiritual danger. As for Namjoon, we already got a hint that he had known MC's mom before. Plus, his moonboard has so many books about the paranormal/criptids. Idk, the nightmare, thinking his eyes are really familiar, etc. It just seems like there's something to it. (Lowkey, I just keep reminding myself of the: "You have 2 wolves inside of you" meme and laugh when i think of him).

To end off, i guess I love what you're doing with this series!! And I'm so excited to read more whenever you release the chapters! I'd love to be on the taglist for it also, if that isn't a problem. As a last note, Tae and Jin are the best boys!!! Love them so much, but all the guys are great in their own special ways😂 I hope you have a great day/night!!! Much love💜💜

!!! Hi darling!! AHHH you've sent me such a lovely message <3 It makes me so happy that you love Trouvaille! And LOL I love a good lengthy update, there's so much I want to squeeze into each one I find it hard to stop writing sometimes. If I'm having a lot of inspiration, I can usually crank out a chapter in a little over a week... but there have been times where I don't have as much time to work and it can take me about a month! I'm trying to be dutiful with my writing schedule so I can continue to update consistently :) All of my chapters will be at least 20k, though!

YAY I'm really excited that you're enjoying the paranormal/spookier aspects to Trouvaille! I love these kinds of subjects, so writing a BTS fic with these themes have been very... self indulgent? LOL! But it makes me so happy that you and others are interested in it too <3 There will definitely be more ~haunted happenings~ in future updates!!

Which leads me to your awesome theories!! You're right on the money, Jungkook and Namjoon are totally vital to the paranormal aspects of the plot, especially regarding MC's return to her mystical past. I really love your idea that Jungkook may have came from a cult, that's definitely a theory I have not yet heard. As a little hint (actually, it's a big one), I've loosely based Jungkook off of Keanu Reeves' character in the movie Constantine. The Norse mythology fact you've brought up is SO COOL!! I had no idea that's what elks represent, what an awesome synchronicity! Namjoon, true to him IRL, is definitely the bookish part of the operation here... he's read quite a bit about these supernatural subjects, perhaps experienced a thing or two prior to his adoption ;)

SCREAMING at the two wolves thing!! It totally fits him, his character is a bit of an edgelord. I think of those meme pictures of the anthropomorphic wolf tearing off its clothes or moodily staring at a lake LMAO!

Thank you so so much for reading and offering your awesome insights <3 Right now, I update on the 7th and the 20th, but that may be subject to change as I'm taking some summer classes that will be taking up a bit of my time. I'll absolutely add you to the taglist, darling! You're so right, Tae and Jin are the bestest angels... they deserve the world <3 Have a wonderful week yourself, and thank you again for your love and support!!!!

#so sweet im crying #asks #trouvaille #dana's thoughts

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fazcinatingblog · 1 year

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ao3 wrapped [writers edition]

How many words have you written this year? 89,790

How many works did you publish this year? idk too many

What work are you most proud of (regardless of kudos/hits)? idk i enjoyed branching out and writing The Last Hours fics about James, Cordelia, etc.

What work of yours has the most hits? Day night

What work of yours got more feedback than you expected? i got a few positive comments on my ginni story on Wattpad

Favorite title you used Bottom of the bottom of Bailey's bottom

If you use song lyrics, which artist's songs did you pull from the most? Taylor Swift

Pairing you wrote the most for this year? Jack Ginnivan/Trent Bianco for sure

Favorite pairing you wrote for this year? See above

What work was the quickest to write? Letters from afar (literally just short letters that Ginni would write to Trent or vice versa)

What work took you the longest to write? idk maybe And our other baby just because it's Five Bedrooms and I wanted to get the characters right. Plus I wrote a second chapter that's all filth to entice more people to read it lmao

How many WIP's do you have in your docs for next year? idk probably heaps but a lot of them are just a few sentences that go nowhere

What's your longest work of the year? Twenty years at your job Then the son of the boss gets the spot that was yours (even though most chapters might've been written prior to 2022)

What's your shortest work of the year? AFLM crossword

What WIP are you taking into next year with you? idk

What's your most common "Additional Tags" tag? probably "boyfriends" or "friendship/love" cos I write mostly about AFLM players

Your favorite character to write this year? James Herondale

The character that gave you the most trouble writing this year? I wrote one about Josh Frydenberg so I'll say him

What's one pairing you want to explore next year? hmmm can I say Brodie Grundy/Ed Langdon? Or um maybe more Aish/Fyfe stuff

Which work of yours have you reread the most? The Letters from afar one

How many kudos in total did you get this year? 394

Which work has the most comments? Miller-Schmidt Family Reunions

Did you do any collaborative works this year? Nope

Did you write any gifts this year? Yes, the On and off podcast cup was a gift because they wanted me to write a treloar/dunks smut fic

Did you receive any gifts this year? Nope

What's your most common category? Australian Rules Football RPF

What do you listen to while writing? probably mostly Taylor Swift

Favorite work you wrote this year? idk maybe the Margot Robbie/Alex Fasolo one because it was based on a true-ish story

Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

Gone were the days where he'd attack the ball like a cat, scampering around the forward 50 on all fours like he'd been taught by his brother.

He was slick. He was poetry. He was magnificent.

Ollie used to think he was like Ginni's mum's old Toyota corolla, clunking along, but he was so much more than that.

He was a motherflipping Rolls Royce.

That was the other thing that had happened to him. He never felt like sleeping 16 hours a day and eating tuna from cans.

Ollie was up at the crack of dawn every day. Had even started saying things like "sun's up, Ollie's up".

Biggest surprise while writing this year? that I was still able to think of new ideas for footy fics, you'd think I'd have covered everything

#writing meme #AO3 wrapped #i stole the questions from floydsin

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mercurial-madhouse · 2 years

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Hi!! I really want to I really freaking love your writings, its honestly so amazing the way you put your ideas into words is just *chef kiss*!!! Also I read all your works in 1 night lmao😂

I had one question too, in short drabbles, you would write a one shot for the prompt u get in tumblr, if im not wrong? If i am please feel free to ignore this question lol, Im so sorry. But if its true, would mind writing a spy au, similar to that of the last one where lou goes in mission and harrys the instructor kinda guy. That was so interesting!! Would you write more of those? Maybe one where lou gets hurt in the mission and harry is really worried, kinda hurt/comfort?

My personal favourites from your fics are the spy aus one! They are so beautifully written and well put!! Thank you for writing them! I feel so lucky i found your ao3 account!

Hi there, love! What a beautiful comment to wake up to! I have to admit I am impressed that you read all my writing in one night! Even I couldn’t read near 400k that quickly and I’m a fast reader! Thank you so much for your sweet compliments! I’m thrilled you found so much enjoyment from my writing!

As for the drabbles/one shots/short stories, yes, they were all written based on prompts that were sent to me per this post. I enjoyed the first Spy AU prompt so much that I wrote the second Spy AU without a prompt so I am absolutely thrilled you loved them so much! They’re some of my favorites too!

I’ll see what I can do about another h/c Larry-Spy AU with hurt!Louis. No promises as life has been too busy for me to write recently, but I’ll see what I can do. Any other details you’d like me to attempt to fit in? <3

Thank you again for your beautiful comment! Enjoy these dancing twins as a thank you!!!

#ask response #anonymous #Larry fic #prompts

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wickymicky · 2 years

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okay so the new garam stuff is a lot more credible. actually hearing words from an accuser, and stuff.

this doesnt change anything that i said before though. because the people who were attacking garam before this weren’t doing it because they rationally came to this conclusion based on evidence, no, they were doing it because they were whipped into a mob mentality frenzy and wanted to see someone who they knew nothing about be destroyed. a minor, specifically. whether it was true or not ultimately didnt matter at that stage, because the motivation there wasn’t calling for justice, it was bloodthirstiness. now that there is more credible stuff, the situation has changed. and it doesnt mean that im taking back my words or anything, because again... the situation has changed. the thing i was calling out the most was that people were saying shit with very little to no actual evidence, and having evidence does change that.

though, i still think many of the claims are ridiculous lmao. rumors spread so much, got so out of hand, that now there are people who believe all sorts of wild things. i think, if indeed she is a bully, the most likely thing is that it was a particularly nasty bullying that caused a person a lot of distress. that’s awful! but i think the claims about her like beating a disabled person (not sure where that angle came from, cause the accuser who spoke this morning/last night didnt claim to be disabled as far as i know?), being “obsessed with sex”??? no goddamn clue where that came from, having a restraining order against her (i think the thing that people are claiming was a restraining order didnt turn out to be one? idr. i dont think this accuser claims that they have one against her), and even something as relatively mundane as claiming that garam was an IVE anti and hated wonyoung in particular or something lol... i think those are likely not to be true. i know that last one is wayyyyy less serious, and the only reason i bring it up is to highlight how a lot of this has been treated like basic kpop drama and fanwar stuff. it’s pretty gross and childish.

anyway. i think the mentality of swarming a minor like a sea of hungry piranhas is really dangerous, and even if it is true (which i’m starting to think at least the core of it is), it’s still dangerous. if she’s a bully, no matter how vicious and shit, i mean... i don’t want her to fucking die for it... i want her to grow and learn and make amends. she should probably leave the group, but i don’t want her actual life to end... but i feel like nothing will slow people down, and i’m worried about how this story will end. that’s where i’m at. and that’s more or less where i’ve been at the whole time.

#thoughts tag

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honestly I wouldn’t put too much stock in follower counts and activity pages. obviously we have no idea how many followers users have but I’d wager it’s around 50 for most people, and depending on how long you’ve been on here, a good chunk of them might be inactive or lurkers.

furthermore, this used to be the reblogging things site, which has since been plagued with likes only. it’s like that for a lot of posts, big blog or otherwise. but the problem with that is, if no one reblogs things, there’s less opportunity for more notes in the first place.

the moral of this story is, do whatever you want and don’t worry about adding your voice on anything! the numbers do not matter at all

Thanks so much anon, that's very kind of you to say!!! I love every single one of my followers, even the inactive ones and even the scandalously dressed ladybots that I haven't reported & blocked yet. XD Like, I seem to be miscommunicating lately, and it feels like maybe I'm coming across as upset/stressed out/angry without meaning to? So I'm gonna take this chance to needlessly describe my activities for the last 24 to 48 hours to prove a point lmfao.

Yesterday morning, I was reintroducing my grumpy timid cat to a super friendly cat I will be cat-sitting for the next month or so, which was super fun and one of my special interests. After that, I was chillin with my fandom homies while we played Jackbox and heard each other's voices for the first time ever (voices that were audibly referencing Vader's Uterus lmfao so I was pretty ecstatic). After that, I played around with my INCREDIBLE Vader bop-it toy that I bought yesterday based on a friend's recommendation. My first Hasbro merch ever. :) I'm in love and I still can't believe it's a real thing that exists.

At that point, I checked Tumblr and... yeah, admittedly I panicked a little because I was a bit scared I'd soon get a bunch of angry asks screaming at me for being a meanyhead (to beat a horse dead, this is just a regular run-of-the-mill anxiety of having a fandom blog and it is absolutely nobody's fault). So I spent an hour or so chatting with a friend until I felt better and then I quickly made the post in question regarding my follower count so that, despite the bewildering attention Five Peggats Each has gotten, everyone would know the truth about my lack of influence lmao. (This is a compliment. From me to me. I like my lack of influence. I'm not fucking kidding lol. I actually have panic attacks sometimes about the idea of becoming internet famous. I literally don't want that lmao. Fifty to a hundred followers is an A+ amount imo, so it's about time I guess it's about time I start losing those pornbots lmfaoo.) Anyway, last night was probably the first time I've checked my follower count in the entire history of this blog tbh. So like, you're being super sweet, anon, and I'm hoping other people will see this too because it's absolutely true and I think your words would be very encouraging and reassuring to anyone who sees this!! But I promise you that my activity log statistics and teh amount of followers I have are not things I spend time thinking about.

Once that was all taken care of, I wrote/edited a little bit for my fic for QuinObi week (SO EXCITED! Literally just a few more days!). Then at around 4am, I woke up with middle-of-the-night epiphanies on how to phrase a couple things/finish/tidy up my thoughts for that Fox opinions post, and I lay in bed working on that for an hour or so. After that, I went back to sleep, woke up, chatted with the fandom homies again, and then, ever since, I've been playing a video game I've been dying to play all week. Until about an hour ago, I literally had no idea what may or may not have been going down on Tumblr, and I wasn't thinking about it at all. And now that I've enjoyed myself on Tumblr for the day, I'm probably gonna invite my mom up tonight so she can spend time with the cats while I use her as a captive audience to talk about Vader's Uterus lmfao. And then at about 10pm, I'm gonna head bed because I work for a living and I forgot to ask if I get the holiday off.

All of this to say I am fine!! I'm just chilling, living my life, doing my own thing. For me, Tumblr is like a fun thing to check out every once in a while, the same way I spent time playing my video game, enjoying my Vader bop-it toy, hoarsing around with the cats, or anything else that strikes my fancy. Kidney stones and abusive ex-bosses are the things I worry about, not like.... a pixelated number on a screen lmao. In other words, this is a hobby to me, not a livelihood, and if I wasn't enjoying my time here, I literally would not log on (and sometimes I don't log on! For days and days at a time. Because I'm enjoying other things more!)

But anyway, I will say that the thing that makes it the most fun for me here? People like you!! Who send me asks. Who share their thoughts on my posts. Who became friends that give me the confidence to make the posts that I wanna make. Who have other fun lil interactions with me. So (1) Please don't worry about me. I'm fully medicated, my back is sore, and I'm too old to be upset over fandom things lmao. And (2) I really cannot thank you and everyone who makes my fandom experience so enjoyable!!! :D Y'all are great and I'm thrilled to be able to have fun here. I'm living my best life.

#personal #answer #anon

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i-love-you-all · 1 year

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I won’t do this too often, but could I perchance interest people in an original work of mine? It’s loosely based on D&D classes/races, but otherwise everything else is original. I’ll need to go back someday and edit, but this has been the project I’ve had the most fun with these weeks.

Summary: Amir can no longer stomach the work his father makes him do as part of their allegiance to a criminal organisation. So he leaves behind everyone he loves and all hopes for a quiet life to try and find a way to lift his family out of the organisation’s clutches. Along the way, he learns more about the world, past the walls of his hometown, and the geopolitical issues and more sinister plots. Found family, loose references to Norse, Greek and other mythology, self improvement, magic, adventures, and world threatening catastrophes :))

Here’s an excerpt (from later in the story bc the first part is just a romance short story lmao):

His body woke up before his mind wanted to. It knew the danger he was in after all. He gently shook Nora’s shoulders. All night, she had stayed curled up against him, as if she were planning to trap him on the inside of the bed in her hands. Her eyes blinked open then squinted in the darkness, trying to adjust. There was the faintest glow coming in from the window, the only sign that it was near dawn. It was with that light that he saw the sign of new tears in her eyes.

“Don’t cry, Nora,” he whispered, starting to untangle himself. “I promised I’d come back, right?”

She sniffled and wiped her eyes, the tears now staining her night shirt. “And if you don’t come back? If you die? I won’t even know until I wait out the next couple years, right?”

“I won’t die. Or, at least I’ll take every reasonable protection against death.”

She seemed unconvinced, but Amir was pretty sure that there were no words that would put her mind at ease today.

“I’ll miss you,” he whispered, sitting, for one last time, at the edge of the bed and looked into her eyes. “I hope one day I’ll be able to tell you everything that led up to this moment.”

One more time, he leaned over and pressed a kiss to her forehead. She had a tight grip on his shoulder, but when he removed himself from it, she didn’t try again.

He got his chainmail back on and strapped all his weapons to him again. Finally, he shrugged on his bag, and he turned to her with a smile. He stopped by Nazir one last time as well, running his fingers through his coarse, black hair. They looked more half-elf than he was, that was true, but the black hair still marked them as their father’s children, even if nothing else followed suit.

But with that, he walked out of the room, quietly closing the door behind him. On his way towards the front door, he passed through the lower floor, where he was surprised to find his mother standing and staring out the window instead of in her bed or at her favourite chair.

“Good morning, mama.” He didn’t know if she would even respond. She normally didn’t anymore, and the times she did, it was with mumbled words about gods and powers and divinity and freedom. Just another layer to her illness. “Shall I help you back to bed? It’s too early and too cold for you to be standing here.”

Even from the way she looked back at him, he felt as though something was off. The look was perfectly clear. He walked up to her, brows furrowing and carefully held her arm, just above her elbow.

“You’ve changed,” were the only words she said to him. He frowned as he tried to adjust to hearing Elvish spoken to him again. He had taught his siblings the language of their mother, but it had been so long since he heard her speak it. A part of him wondered if perhaps she was better again, but he didn’t dare hope. Fifteen years of this illness passed with no sign of her previous self. This surely must be some sort of trick.

Responding in Elvish, he said, “Perhaps. Shall I escort you back to your room? It’s cold out here.”

She nodded, and walked with him, using his arm as a crutch. He hadn’t realized just how frail and weak she had gotten. As she was taking a step up the old staircase, she tripped and stumbled. Amir quickly used his free arm to help catch her from the fall, and he kept a hold on her until she nodded for him to let go.

“Perhaps I should carry you?” he offered.

A smile broke on her face, and for a moment, Amir feared that he would lose this seemingly clear-headed version to whatever illness it was that took her away from him in the first place. “You’re in a rush, and I’m slowing you down, aren’t I? Very well.”

Amir lifted her with one arm around her back and one under her knees in a bridal carry. The entire time, she stared at him and smiled. Finally, when he placed her back on her bed, she reached out to him and had him kneel at her bedside.

“My oldest son is getting ready to travel, right?” She stroked his cheek with one hand while the other combed through his hair.

Amir closed his eyes. If he pretended, he could imagine himself to be a young child again, getting praise and love from his mother after a long day. But he opened them, and he saw her sadness as she had moved one hand from his hair to the amulet around his neck.

“I gave you this the day you were allowed outside on your own,” she commented. “So that Hermes would protect you.”

“Yes,” he nodded. “It’s suited me well for all the travelling I’ve done and will do now.”

She nodded as she listened, then squeezed the amulet and pulled it so that Amir had to lean in just to relieve some of the pressure from his neck. “You can worship any god you want, but do not treat them as betters when you were born to be their equal.”

Her eyes crackled with an energy he had never seen before, and he met her blank stare with one of sadness. He had lost the one moment of clarity with her.

“Whatever you say, mother,” he murmured, gently surrounding her fist with both his hands so he could pry her fingers off the charm. “I’ll do my best to stay safe.”

Just as he got to her bedroom door, he heard a whisper.

“I’m sorry.”

He turned and met her gaze. “There’s nothing we can change now.” If that’s really what you’re apologizing for. He silently added.

#personal #wip #my writing #original fiction

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padrenicolo · 3 years

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nile: where's nicky? the storm is getting really bad!

joe: dw he's just having his alone time

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nicky, outside in the rain: 'sandstorm' by darude plays loudly through a shitty old speaker

#nile freeman #yusuf al kaysani #nicolo di genova #the old guard #memes #incorrect the old guard quotes #my stuff #lmao based on the true story of last night #this was not me but it was someone outside my house #IT WAS HAILING AND THUNDERING #vibes only #shut up liz #fathernicolodigenova

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liltaz-asatreat · 2 years

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69 “Taking them to the hospital, even if they're being stubborn and insist that they're really fine because you can tell when they aren't” + whoever you see fit? :0 thank!!

Prompt from this list here!

Also, this isn't exactly taking them to a hospital, but Merle counts as a medic/doctor, right? lol

It's a warm spring afternoon, and Angus McDonald, boy detective, is spending it doing something he loves almost as much as solving crimes. He's at his team's soccer practice, this time playing as goalie. They've been at it for a while, and they're getting really good. Angus is confident they're going to win the next competition on Saturday.

In this moment, Angus watches as his friends on the other team drive down the field with the ball, passing it to each other to the left, then the right, then the left again, weaving around the players on his team who are having a hard time keeping up. As the ball comes closer and closer, he prepares himself to block. A half elf named Arbellis ends up with the ball, and she kicks the ball high in the air and sends it sailing in his direction. Angus runs and jumps to try and catch the ball, but he doesn't bring his hands up in the air in time. The ball hits him square in the face, fast and hard, and the next thing he knows he's laying on his back on the ground with his eyes closed. It takes a few seconds for him to realize anything else, but slowly, he has the sensation of pain starting from the back of his head and slowly traveling up to his forehead and across it, as if it were an egg that is slowly being cracked open. It hurts a lot, but not as much as he would have thought given the circumstances which was... right. He was hit in the head with the ball.

It occurs to him that he should probably get up because people might be worried about him, but he has very little desire to open his eyes or sit up. He hears footsteps run up to him, and then someone calling his name. Benrik? He thinks? He should really open his eyes to be sure. Yeah, laying on the ground is getting to be a bit dramatic. He's fine.

“Angus! Can you hear me?”

“Yeah,” Angus replies. “Yeah, I'm good.”

“Can you sit up?” Arbellis' voice says, coming from his left.

“Yeah, I can do that. Hang on.” Angus slowly sit ups, and the pain intensifies for a few moments before it fades back to a dull weight on all sides of his head. He opens his eyes slowly and looks around. The sunlight is really bright, but after a few moments of blinking, it's not too much to handle. Benrik, Arbellis, and Cody are standing around him, looking at him with concern, and their coach, Alaina, is running up to them with a clipboard in hand.

“Angus, are you okay?” Alaina asks as ze skids to a halt next to him.

Angus nods for a second, but he quickly stops. It feels too weird to do that, so he says, “Yeah, I'm fine. My head just hurts a little bit, but I'm okay.”

Alaina doesn't look convinced. “Can you stand up?”

“Sure, yeah.” Cody offers him his hand, and Angus takes it and stands up. His head still feels weird, like it's got extra weight, but he's not in a horrific amount of pain. He's got to be fine.

“Okay, everyone, we're taking a ten minute break!” Alaina calls out over zyr shoulder before looking back down at him. “We're going to go sit over there, and I'm going to ask you some questions okay?” Ze points to a spot off field that's shaded with trees.

“Okay.” Angus follows zem and sits down. The darkness of the shade makes him feel a little better.

“Okay, do you remember what happened right before you got hit?” Alaina asks as ze consults zyr clipboard.

Angus thinks for a minute. “Yeah. Arbellis kicked a ball at me, and it hit my head.”

Alaina nods and marks something down on the clipboard. Should he tell zem he doesn't have the clearest memory of the moment between getting hit and ending up on the ground? Maybe, but it's probably fine.

“Do you know what year it is?”

“Um, 1520 DR.”

Alaina nods again and writes that down on zyr clipboard. “And who's the ruler of Neverwinter?”

Angus snorts. “Lord Artemis Sterling.”

“Cool.” Alaina marks one last thing on zyr clipboard before sending it down beside zem. “How are you feeling? Any pain?”

“A little bit,” Angus admits. “But nothing I can't handle.”

Alaina looks at him with still quite a bit of worry. “That ball hit you pretty hard. I still think you should get checked out by the medic.”

Angus shakes his head again before stopping. “I don't think I need to. I'll be fine, don't worry, Mx. Alaina.”

“Hmm.” Alaina bites zyr lip. “Well, I'm at least going to keep you from playing for the rest of practice, and if you change your mind, you can let me know. Does that sound fair?”

Angus smiles. “Yeah, I can do that.” The idea of going out and playing again does sound to be a bit much at the moment. He doesn't feel the need to fight zem on that.

Alaina nods before looking up and smiling. Angus looks up too and sees Void walking towards them with Angus' water bottle in her hand. “How ya feelin' Ango?”

Angus smiles and takes his water bottle from her. “I'm doing okay all things considered. Thank you.”

Void smiles before holding up her own water bottle in a cheers motion. “Stay hydrated and take care of yourself. Do you need me to take you to the medic's office?”

“No, I'll be fine, but thanks for your concern,” Angus says before holding up his water bottle in a cheers motion back. He opens the cap and takes a long drink. When he twists the cap closed again, he sees Void and Alaina walking back to the rest of the team to get practice started up again.

By the end of practice, Angus feels fine, if not still a little bit weird. He's not in pain which is good, but he does still feel a little dazed. It'll probably go away after a good night's rest though. He mulls that thought over as he waits for Magnus to pick him up. After most of everyone else leaves, Alaina walks back up to him and puts a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“How are you feeling now, bud?”

Angus looks up at zem with a small smile. “I'm feeling fine! Thank you for checking in with me though, Mx. Alaina!”

Alaina nods and opens zyr mouth to say something else, but ze's cut off by a familiar gruff voice.

“Ango! How was practice?”

They both look up to see Magnus waving at them enthusiastically as he walks through the field to get to them.

“It was fun!” Angus says, jumping up from his seat on the bench, but he quickly stops himself from doing any other energetic movement. It's just making his head feel weird again.

“Angus got hit in the head pretty hard with the ball, so he sat out for the last forty-five minutes or so,” Alaina explains, and Magnus looks back at him with worry.

“It's okay though, sir! It doesn't hurt anymore!” Angus quickly reassures him.

Magnus doesn't look convinced as he turns his attention back to Alaina who starts going over what he should look out for, and he nods along to what ze's saying. Angus picks up his sports bag and slings it over his shoulder before walking up next to him. The two adults talk back and forth a little bit longer as he kicks at some grass, a little bit bored. He knows he should probably pay attention, especially since they're talking about him, and he doesn't like being treated like a child at the best of times. He just can't get himself to focus though. He does catch that he should get checked out by a medic if he starts feeling nauseous or dizzy, and he needs plenty of rest. Angus can do that. Sleep sounds really good right about now.

Finally, Alaina looks back down at him with a smile and says, “Take care of yourself, okay? Keep me updated on how you're doing. I don't want you playing on Saturday if you're still hurt because we can't risk you getting more injured.”

Oh no. He has to be better by Saturday. It's the last game of the season, and he can't miss it!Angus looks up at zem and tries to give zem the most convincing I-swear-I'm-not-hurt-I'm-just-fine smile that he can and says, “Okay, Mx. Alaina! I'll see you tomorrow!”

“Okay, come on D'Jangus! I have dinner waiting at home!” Magnus says as he leads him back to the sidewalk and down the street, and Angus stifles a groan. He must have not been able to hide his dread well enough, however, because Magnus quickly adds, “Taako brought it over. He knows you have the big game coming up, so he made enough food for us to last the next few days up to Sunday because he didn't want you getting sick which is fair, but I can't be that bad at cooking! I've been practicing for a few months now!”

Angus's shoulders relax with relief, and he tries for a sympathetic smile. “You're cooking is getting better, sir! I'm sure you'll really get the hang of it some day.”

Magnus laughs and reaches out to tousle his hair but thinks better of it. “Thank you for your vote of confidence, Angus. It really means a lot.”

They make it into their neighborhood, and as they walk up to their front door, Angus can hear Johann's paws run and skid to a halt right behind the door as he starts barking. The loud sound startles him a little, and it makes the weight in his head feel a little heavier. Magnus opens the door slowly before grabbing Johann's collar and walking him away from the entrance. “Come on, buddy. Yes, Angus missed you too. No, you can't escape. Come on.”

Angus laughs a little as he closes the door behind him. He pats Johann on the head before hurrying to his room. He throws down his sports bag and changes into something more comfortable and less dirty. By the time he comes back out, Johann's calmed down and is laying in his bed in the living room. He waves at him before entering the kitchen where Magnus is putting burgers together and on two separate plates. Angus walks up to him excitedly and sees a container full of... something on the counter.

“Can I also have some of those... I know it's not called straw,” Angus finishes quietly. He stares hard at the golden, thin, rectangular pieces of food. “It's not hay either.” He struggles for a solid minute before his eyes light up with triumph. “Fries! Can I have some of the fries too?”

He looks up to see Magnus staring at him. “Hey, Ango? Are you sure you're okay?”

Angus bites his lip. It did hurt a little to push his brain to think of the words “french fries”which is definitely not normal, but that could happen to anyone regardless of whether they're hurt or not, right?

He knows that's probably not true, but he can't afford to have a concussion. Not when there's a game on Saturday.

“I think so, sir! I'm just really tired from practice is all.”

Magnus stares at him for a few more seconds. “How does your head actually feel, Angus?”

Angus shifts around uncomfortably. “I guess a little dazed? And maybe there's a little weight to it? But I'm sure that will go away soon.”

Magnus crosses his arms and leans against the counter. “Why don't you jog to the living room and back and see how you feel after that. Slower than you normally would; I don't want you to trip and fall and hit your head again.”

Angus shrugs. “Okay, sir.” He jogs a little to the living room, and with each footfall, it feels like it's jostling his brain and his brain, itself, hurts. He quickly slows to a walk and sighs before walking back to the kitchen. “Okay, that did hurt a little.”

Magnus takes his Stone of Farspeech out of his pocket. “I'm going to call Merle because I think you might have a concussion.” Angus starts to protest, but Magnus puts up a hand. “I know, but if you get hit in the head again before you heal, it could get a lot worse.”

Angus sighs. “Okay, sir. Do you think Mr. Merle will be able to heal me enough to play on Saturday?”

Magnus grimaces. “That's only a couple of days away. Sorry, kid, but I think the answer to that is going to be no. Here.” He turns around and scoops some fries onto one of the plates with an already made burger before handing it to him. “Why don't you go sit down and eat, and then when Merle gets here, he'll be able to check you out.”

Angus takes the plate, feeling crestfallen. “Okay, thank you, sir.”

“Just trying to look out for you, little dude.” Magnus smiles sympathetically at him before he tunes in to Merle's wavelength, and Angus goes to sit down at the dining room table. Looks like his soccer season just ended for him before anyone else's did, and not even Taako's hamburgers can make him feel any better about that.

#Thanks for sending this in Hali!! :D #Also; fun fact:#I based this off of my first concussion lol #I was playing quidditch* instead of soccer; and I hit my head on someone's knee brace while I was trying to prevent them from #picking up a ball that I wanted #and I didn't decide to go to the doctor's office on campus (I was in college) until I woke up the next day because I discovered my brain #still hurt while I was jogging for warm up for dodgeball class #Also; the not remembering what fries were called is also true lol but that happened the night before I decided to go #*last I heard; the quidditch league is planning on renaming the sport to get away from JKR; but idk if they've actually renamed it yet #Also; this makes me sound like a jock; I really am just a nerd who happened to have found a sport willing to stick with me joining #for the year and a half I was at university lol best sport I ever played in my life and my team was great (I still sucked at it though lmao #taz #taz balance #taz fanfic #angus mcdonald #magnus burnsides #post story and song #a gift from Gab #written works of Gab

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rad-times-or-sad-times · 5 years

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Sushi

So, last night i went out with my family to a Japanese restaurant, because we hadn’t gone out to eat lately. Everything goes nicely, the food is excellent, but as i glance up from where i am sitting in this booth we’re at, there’s a bar across the room. Above the bar is a television and it’s playing, “Unmasking a Murderer”.

Throughout the dinner, my younger brother and I are chuckling because the television doesn’t have any subtitles and the camera just pans over dramatic murder scenes from the 70s and 80s, as we eat sushi. After a bit, my mom notices our snickers and asks, “What?”

me, being the ridiculous person i am, just blurts out, “A screwdriver!” as the tv across the room shows a frame of a screwdriver on the ground at the scene of an old break-in news coverage. We all start to chuckle because of the inappropriate show during our dinner.

Eventually, my mom calls over the manager and explains how it’s a little disturbing that there’s “Unmasking a Murderer” on television in a place for eating, and she doesn’t like looking up from her food to see images of people cut open. The manager is really sweet and nice and she gives us a bunch of apologies, since she wasn’t even aware it was on that channel. I end up going, “Mom, It’s okay.. It’s just human sushi!”

In the end, the manager laughed really hard and everything was fine. It was a good night.

#sushi #japanese food #funny #a real story #last night #mine #lmao #good sushi #vegetarian #funny story #based on a true story #me #my life #personal #asia #restaurant #tokyo sushi

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breaditto · 2 years

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Itto helps you find your lost bracelet (...kinda)

Based on a true story

N/A: Hello, hello! Welcome to my first prose drabble on here! It's very short and not well thought out but it's a fun ride I assure you! Enjoy the madness!

Summary: You come back from a very unfortunate walk where you lost your precious bracelet. Itto tries to help you find it... Kinda... In his own very special way...

The usual: !!!mentions of spiders!!!; nonbinary reader; 2nd person perspective; prose format; around 1600 words; certainly ooc but i had fun with it; not really edited or proofread YET (maybe i should get betareaders for these lmao)

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Itto knew as soon as he saw you that something was wrong. Maybe it was your slouched figure, or the tears in your eyes, or the heavy sighs that gave it away but, needless to say, he picked up on it with ease. You tried to avoid him at first, something about not bothering him with such trial matters, but eventually you cracked. Heavy tears started falling and the whole gang erupted in an erratic frenzy. You were like their little sibling, they couldn't help but panic as they saw you unravel. All it took was a glance at your comfortable fidgeting hands and your sunken face to know you needed a bit of quiet. Itto barked a few orders and took you to the side.

The rest was a sobbing fever dream where you explained to a crouching Itto what had happened. You had a terrible day, one of the worst days you've had in a long time, and decided to take a therapy walk to cool off. It didn't work. Instead as you were walking through Chinju Forest, your bad luck followed. You were minding your business when a giant spider slowly lowered itself onto your head making you jump and jiggle about in an erratic dance in hopes of shaking it off. The spider wasn't the only thing you shook off. One of your precious bracelets must have fallen off as well because 5 minutes later you realized it was missing. You wouldn't have been in tears if it were any normal bracelet, but it wasn't. It was a gift from a kid named Haru. You would play cards together alongside Itto. She had taken a liking to you making friendship bracelets you could both wear. Itto had gotten jealous and after a bit of teasing he admitted he also wanted one. A few days later, the three of you matched.

Itto listened attentively, nodding here and there, handing you tissues when needed. He was uncharacteristically quiet even when you finished, wiping at the tears on your cheek tenderly. He had a forced smile on as he took you in his arms and you rejoined the gang.

~~~

Now, you are back in Chinju Forest, pointing at the exact spot the spider attacked you, watching the whole gang scatter about looking for your bracelet. Itto cradles you in his arms, he gives your head a rub now and then when he feels you are sulking too much before returning to the search.

"Itto…?" You call out when the guilt is too much to bear. "It's ok if we can't find it… it's getting late… everyone is tired…"

"Nonsense!" He scoffs with pride. "It's way too important! Plus nothing can pass my boys, they're top tier, the best around! They'll find it in no time," he gives you a cheeky wink.

…

They did not find it.

...

You had given up at this point. Sadness turned to numbness, which in turn turned to tiredness. It didn't help that Itto's arms were particularly comfortable and with your eyelids getting heavier and heavier, you stopped resisting. You fell asleep.

~~~

You wake up back in your bed with a headache. Itto must have brought you home last night. Next to your bed stand is a small note in his hand writing:

"Meet me at Chinju Forest after work,

The Great Arataki Itto"

You smile, he probably wants to continue the search… but after a whole gang of questionably skilled warriors (?) didn't find it after searching for several hours, it must have disappeared. You knew Itto was not one to give up though so you make plans to join him.

~~~

He is waiting for you right at the entrance. He paces around aimlessly, mumbling under his breath. He keeps looking at something in his hand, you can't make out what, and by the time you join him he has stashed it in his pocket.

"Hey," he nods in your direction, suddenly very nervous. "Whatchu doing in these parts?"

"You asked me to meet you here…?" You ask with a confused smile.

"Right. Exactly. I did!" He seems to remember with a shaky laugh. "We should look for the bracelet. That is why we are here. Let's go!" He takes your arm under his and bolts into the woods.

You don't have time to ask what's happening before you're dragged deeper down the path. You pass the spot the spider attacked you and almost stop Itto in order to keep searching but he seems to be too focused to notice you -or anything for that matter. So you keep walking.

There's something about him that is slightly off. He's uncharacteristically nervous, his eyes scanning the woods rapidly, as if he is afraid you'd be followed. He looks at you from time to time, realizes you are also looking at him and rapidly turns his eyes away and clears his throat, a light blush forming on his cheeks.

"Itto? What's up? You seem out of it," you ask once the silence gets too heavy.

"What?! Nothing is up! Oh look!" He releases you and crouches to the ground, he fiddles in his pockets, takes something out before looking around suspiciously.

"Oh HO whAT IS THISSS?? tis UR BRACelEST? we DiD IT GANGG i foun D this ON THE ROAD WHAT A coINCIDENCE LETS GO GANG," he shouts as he jolts up, he presents you the bracelet he just 'found' on the ground. His acting is so over the top and bad you can't help but laugh.

"What are you talking about-" you manage between two wheezes.

Calming down, you take a closer look at the bracelet.

That is not your bracelet.

Unless the thread the kid used to make it suddenly turned into gold and the wooden beads into jewels. This bracelet seems to pop straight out of an expensive shop, not a kid's playground. You hesitantly take it from his hand and examine it. The craftsmanship is amazing. The gold is beautifully engraved with geometric patterns surrounding three pieces of Cor Lapis that glimmer in the early evening light. It must have been imported.

"Holy-" you swear.

"I know, I know. It's splendid," Itto gives you a big grin. "No need to thank me! I know I'm the best!"

"What did this cost?" You ask in disbelief. "You have this kind of money?"

"Pfffft- Please! I won it fair and square! Not a mora was spent!" He crosses his arms with a scoff.

"So you stole it."

"NoooOoO! Of course not!" He looks away awkwardly.

"Itto."

"Ok, ok, maybe! Maybe I'm wanted on 3 islands. But I couldn't give you the other one! It was terrible, you deserve so much better," he lifts up his arms in surrender.

"Other one?" You press further.

"What other one? There's no other one," he lies, pouting his lips.

You defy him with a stern glare and he matches it but his stubbornness melts instantly when he understands how serious you are.

"Fine, fine, I'll tell ya. I asked Haru to teach me how to make a bracelet for you since she had school and couldn't make you another one in time…" he sighs dramatically before taking a small thread out of his pocket. "I'm not the best at this…" it looks like it's genuinely hurting him to admit it.

The threads are too loose in some spots, too tight in others, it's a miracle it's still staying in one piece. But it doesn't matter because it means that Itto took the time to ask the kid who made the original bracelet to teach him how to make one. The image of his immense body slouching over a small thread as a kid leans over to help him is so sweet and cute. A big smile parts your lips. He did that for you. You take the fragile bracelet in your hand and hug it close to your chest. Itto made you a bracelet.

"If I knew it would make you this happy, I would have given it to you from the start!" He laughs fondly, he sounds more relaxed than before, as if a weight was lifted.

"Thank you. Thank you so much," you hop onto his neck bringing him down into an embrace. His laugh resonates against you as he returns your hug.

"You're very welcome, love-bug," he whispers into your ear. He releases you and kneels down helping you put both of them on. His eyes linger on the golden one, disappointment lacing his brows but he says nothing more. Maybe he thought you would like the expensive one better.

"I like them both very much," you add as he finishes. "But it's not the bracelets that matter to me… it's the fact that you took the time to find them both for me."

"Sheesh! Don't worry about it, baby! It's all in a day's work," his grin widens displaying his fangs. You seem to have lifted his mood completely, any trace of nervousness gone. He leans further down, bringing your hand to his mouth. "There are few things I wouldn't do for you," he winks before planting a soft kiss on your skin.

You flush red, trying to collect your thoughts but before you can, shouts interrupt you.

"ARATAKI ITTO! YOU ARE UNDER ARREST FOR THEFT!"

Guards appear from the fog, spears at ready, running towards the two of you.

"Oops- they found me," Itto gets up with a sigh.

"Is it for the bracelet??" You ask.

"Hehe, all in a day's work, Y/N, all in a day's work," he smiles sheepishly and grabs onto your hand.

"ITTO! WAIT UP!" you call out as he starts running in the opposite direction, dragging you away yet again. But you can't stay mad for long. Soon, you both start laughing as you disappear in the fog.

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Thank you so much for reading this far! I hope you've enjoyed! If you have any thoughts on this, leave them where I can see them! I'm also thinking of taking requests at some point, idk if it's something that would interest people :|

Either way, see ya next time

All my thanks go to Scar who came up with most of the jokes in this and also listened to my rambling and to jsmol who told me 'it good', love you both!

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w. what is going on in the rwby fandom

+ ( @discoursed-dracula )

hgjksdfkj to be clear there's no new or active drama happening it's just that every time i see rwby narniaposting it feels like clipping through into an alternate dimension LMAO i should preface this by saying i am an evangelical apostate and i have extremely strong narnia opinions Which I Am Going To Rant About At Excessive Length Now

on winter schnee as an allusion to jadis

while this was actually not the take that provoked last night's grumbling, this fanon is so ubiquitous that i need to talk about it first.

i've been rwby adjacent for all of five minutes so i admittedly do not have full context for how this fanon proliferated in the first place but based on my efforts to reverse engineer it what i've gathered is. this:

and... look.

ok.

to begin--rwby uses character allusions in two distinct ways, which i'll refer to as "intrinsic" and "contextual" for the purposes of this discussion. every character has at least one intrinsic allusion--the... i guess i would say inspiration behind that character. e.g., ruby rose is little red riding hood. these are often based more in aesthetics and symbolism rather than direct parallelism between the character's individual story and that of their allusion, but the only time you get serious dissonance between the character's story and their intrinsic allusion's is when rwby is asking the question, "what if the trauma this fairytale character endured broke them and shaped them into a villain?" - a la cinder fall.

then you get the contextual allusions, which grow out of a character stepping into a narrative role that relates to the intrinsic allusion of another character. e.g., salem acts as cinderella's fairy godmother through her relation to cinder and the role she plays in cinder's character arc. in contrast to intrinsic allusions, contextual allusions do rely on direct narrative parallels; salem is cinder's "fairy godmother" because salem is the powerful magical benefactor who offers cinder a chance to get what she wants.

to be more concise: intrinsic allusions are "salem is rapunzel and the wicked witch of the west", whereas contextual allusions are "salem is cinder's fairy godmother."

so having established that

#1: jadis as winter's intrinsic allusion

the reasoning behind the winter-is-jadis fanon is as follows:

1. shows up in a fancy sleigh airship for her first appearance. 2. proud and hot-tempered 3. dual-wields swords* 4. there's a stone lion fountain in one scene she's in 5. one of her summons is a (beo)wolf 6. she's from atlas, which is cold and persecutes the animal people

*which is a LWW 2005 invention with no basis in the text btw

all of which... is true, but--i can say the same of weiss:

1. shows up with a fancy sleigh luggage cart for her first appearance 2. proud and hot-tempered 3. wields a sword she uses like a wand 4. there's a stone lion fountain in one scene she's in 5. one of her summons is a statue 6. she's from atlas, which is cold and persecutes the animal people

these are aesthetics and vague tangential similarities at most, and the similarities rely on ignoring a huge amount of context in both jadis' story and winter's (and weiss'). it's paper-thin and nonsensical in comparison to, for example, yang's allusion to goldilocks--which i want to highlight here because i think it's probably the loosest intrinsic allusion out of the entire main cast, and yet:

think about how much aesthetic focus is given to yang's blonde hair, and how her hair is used as a symbolic and visual focal point for her semblance. think about how every major milestone in her character arc involves her finding moderation or balance between harmful extremes. hell, think about her two moms—raven, distant and aloof after her self-interest led her to leave yang behind; and summer, super attentive and loving until her devotion to the cause got her killed—both of them at extreme opposite ends of a spectrum, and think about how yang herself struggles to place herself in that same spectrum—how one of her earliest sources of inner turmoil is feeling rootless and disconnected, and how fiercely dedicated she is now even as the pain of it builds up and builds up because she's trying so hard to be strong for everyone else, and how the natural trajectory for her from this point forward is to figure out how to honor the commitments she chooses without burning herself out.

on its face, yang's arc does not particularly resemble goldilocks, but the thematic core of goldilocks is everywhere in yang's arc.

can we say the same about winter schnee and jadis?

jadis was born royalty in a dying world riven by war. she grew up soaked in upheaval and bloodshed. it mades her ruthless and cruel and cynical; she learned the deplorable word and held it under her tongue until the moment of her younger sister's victory in a pointless civil war, and then she uttered it and destroyed every living thing on the planet besides herself.

she enters narnia at the dawn of time, when aslan begins to sing it into existence; he means to create a kindly, peaceful paradise, but jadis flies into a rage and attempts to strike him down, and upon failing flees, and by her very presence at the beginning the world of narnia is irreparably corrupted. she brings anger and spite and cruelty and hate into narnia, and thus the deep magic from the dawn of time is written. jadis in narnia is the cosmic executioner, not merely owed the blood of traitors but required to spill it, lest narnia itself be destroyed.

(put a pin in that thought. we'll come back to the deep magic later.)

aslan's protection keeps her out of narnia for a very long time, but when she returns she curses the land to eternal winter and rules by violent tyranny until she's defeated. she is a temptress and a corruptor; in LWW it is said that many narnians serve her and spy on her behalf out of fear, and she lures edmund onto a dark path / tricks him into betraying his own family.

(put a pin in that thought also.)

anyway,

none of this harbors any symbolic or thematic or narrative resemblance to winter's story. winter is a victim of child abuse who tried to escape by rejecting the legacy of her cruel father and training to become a huntress... and in atlas academy not only is she subjected to the standard fascist conditioning but she also became the personal protege of the headmaster and general of the atlesian military, who personally grooms her to become his loyal second in command. she thoroughly accepts and internalizes the idea that her own thoughts, her own feelings, her own life do not matter and that her sole purpose is to follow orders without question, and her entire character arc up to this point has been about breaking that conditioning, choosing to follow her heart, and throwing off the shackles atlas trapped her in. winter schnee has fallen into darkness when we first meet her, but the arc of her character is one of survival and atonement and recovery.

it is flatly ludicrous to suggest that she has an intrinsic allusion to jadis. even if she were a kind of reverse-cinder—i.e. a character inspired by a villain who asks the question "what if this evil character had chosen a different path?" the comparison to jadis still isn't coherent, because there's no clear line of thematic connection beyond "grew up in fascist authoritarian cultures on post-apocalyptic worlds" which is a statement that can be applied to literally every single atlas-born character lmao.

#2: winter as a contextual allusion to jadis

so... if winter has no intrinsic allusion to jadis, does she ever fill the role of jadis in the story of a different character who has an intrinsic allusion to a narnia character?

and the short answer is: no, because the only rwby characters who could be plausibly, without convolution, be interpreted as having intrinsic allusions to characters from either LWW or TMN are salem and ozma and winter can in no way shape or form be construed as a jadis figure to either of them. obviously.

(remember how i said to put a pin in the jadis-as-a-corruptor thought? this is that pin. keep it pinned for now.)

#3: winter's actual inspiration/intrinsic allusion

she is kai.

the little boy from hans christen andersen's the snow queen.

you know, the one who gets a shard of the mirror that blinds you to everything good in the world stuck in his eye, which leads to him becoming obsessed with precision and perfection and causes him to behave coldly and aggressively towards his family and dear friend gerda? the one who runs away from home to follow the snow queen, who freezes his heart and numbs him to everything he once loved, then spirits him away to her fortress in the frozen north and forces him to play a cruel game of reason to earn a reward while he slowly freezes to death? the one whom everyone believes lost forever except for gerda—who refuses to give up on him and travels the world, finding friendship and aid wherever she goes thanks to her innocence, kindness, and the strength of her love, and who ultimately walks barefoot into the snow queen's fortress and thaws kai's frozen heart with her tears, leading him to weep for everything he forgot, flushing the shard of the wicked mirror from his eyes and freeing him from the snow queen's thrall at last?

that kai?

LIKE.

absolutely, i get people not picking up on where winter's arc was going back in vol3 but... by the end of vol8 winter-as-kai is so blatant that it's half a step down from cinder "literally actually cinderella" fall.

jacques schnee is winter's mirror shard. his abuse fractures her relationships with her siblings and drives her away from her family, as well as laying the psychological groundwork that makes winter so particularly vulnerable to fascist conditioning. in 7.8 we see how viscerally winter was damaged by the trauma of her childhood--she can't even handle being in the same room as jacques without an emotional outburst. given that winter's emotional repression and habit of hiding it behind a strict, prideful facade is a trait that both her sibling share, it's likely that it stems from her childhood and was merely exacerbated by her training in atlas; and it's not a stretch to extrapolate that winter, as the eldest sibling, had the greatest weight of expectations put on her shoulders before she disowned herself--planting the seed for her preoccupation with being perfect rather than merely good.

ironwood is her snow queen. he's much kinder to her than her own father, but he also took a vulnerable, hurting young woman and sculpted her into a perfect soldier, a weapon, a tool--the perfect, obedient vessel for the powers of the winter maiden. ironwood demands absolute loyalty from winter, and she gives it to him, and in exchange he promises to entrust her with power, with information, and with a destiny; this is the impossible game of reason, trapping winter and crushing the life out of her as it dangles reprieve just reach. she's not literally freezing to death, but she is drowning her conscience and choices in the conviction that she doesn't matter.

and, lastly, penny is her gerda. her closest friend. penny is relentless in asserting that winter matters, that her feelings matter, that her heart speaks true, that her life has value and meaning beyond what ironwood tells her to do. penny and ironwood spend vol7-8 in a pitched battle for winter’s soul, and penny wins, because winter is her friend, and both of them are absolute ride or die for each other, and no matter how hard she tries winter can't stop herself from caring. (winter couldn't sacrifice her life to take the maiden powers as ironwood wanted her to; but to protect penny, winter threw herself into a fight against cinder fall with her aura already broken without a second of hesitation. she loves penny so much.) penny wakes winter up and thaws her heart and sets her free.

i could write. literally so much about penny's and winter's arcs and how closely intertwined they are narratively and thematically and emotionally but for the sake of staying on topic i will restrain myself and close out this section with these observations, because rwby does love its symbols:

1. in the original tale, gerda arrives at the snow queen's castle alone, helpless, without even her boots or mittens to protect her from the intense cold; likewise penny, when she uses her dying moments to bequeath the maiden powers to winter and say goodbye, is barefoot and defenseless, having been stripped of the physical durability of her original body. and also, you know, impaled.

2. kai's own tears, inspired by gerda's help and his own sudden realization of everything he lost, are what flushes the shard of the mirror from his eyes and restores him to wholeness; similarly winter cries after weiss falls to her apparent death, and it's these tears—this open, vulnerable expression of emotion from a character whose defining trait has hitherto been intense emotional repression—that mark the end of this chapter of her arc and the beginning of the next, wherein she will need to learn to live without silencing her own heart.

3. the snow queen gives kai a sort of game to play, using little pieces of ice, with which she tasks him to form the word 'eternity.' if he wins, she promises him that he will be his own master, and that she will "make [him] a present of the entire world." he tries and tries but is never able to arrange the pieces right; yet when she leaves to spread winter across the world, and gerda comes to thaw his heart and his eyes are washed clean of the mirror shard, he cries out joyously, embracing her, asking where she came from and how they came to this place ("How huge and empty it is here!" hm.); and as they laugh and dance with excitement for the reunion, the pieces of ice move of their own accord into the precise word the snow queen had asked for. kai is set free--and is due to receive the present the snow queen promised him. and, while penny and winter's reunion in the white void is far from joyous, winter is confused at first to find herself and penny there, and they do embrace, and then—well:

IRONWOOD: So. The destiny I chose for you has arrived. WINTER: You chose nothing. This was a gift.

the maiden powers are the reward that ironwood promised to winter for playing his 'game', but when they come to her they do not do it under his auspices, or by his choice, or because he gave them to her; nor does she earn them as he demanded. they are given to her, freely and easily and with love, by penny--just as the game in the original tale was 'won' not through kai's effort or in accordance with the snow queen's will but simply as a natural expression of his love for the friend who came to rescue him.

winter is kai.

on narnia flavor penny resurrection theory aka, the "atlas arc as an LWW au" reading

oh boy. oh, boy, this one is a doozy.

in...brief, among the penny's-coming-back-again crowd there's a specific strain of argument / theorizing that hinges upon reading vol7-8 as an extended allusion to the lion, the witch, and the wardrobe, most often with ironwood playing the role of jadis and penny filling in as either edmund or aslan or both (?!) and also sometimes winter is edmund.

the general thrust of the argument here is this. ironwood is jadis—the cruel, domineering tyrant—and when penny defies him to stand with rwby and jnor in defense of mantle she becomes edmund, the traitor whose life must be sacrificed to appease the deep magic. under this line of reasoning the virus watts infects her with under ironwood's auspices is thus construed as parallel to jadis' demand that aslan honor her rightful claim to edmund's blood, vaguely making the implication that rwby+jnor are acting out aslan's role as penny/edmund's savior; meanwhile under the penny-as-aslan interpretation, ironwood is jadis, winter is edmund, penny is aslan, and penny's death at cinder's hands is construed as a parallel to aslan's willing sacrifice in edmund's stead. a great deal of emphasis is put on the line "narnia will perish in fire and water" and atlas... flooding and burning as it falls, in order to lend a shred of legitimacy to the reading, and i have also seen someone make the claim that the table in ironwood's office represents narnia's stone table and when he smashes it that's parallel to the sundering of the stone table by the deeper magic from before the dawn of time, and on one truly memorable occasion someone trying to argue that the silver apples and the maiden powers are equivalent.

all of this is, to put it gently, Completely Fucking Bananas.

remember when i said to put a pin in the discussion of the deep magic from the dawn of time? IT'S TIME FOR THAT NOW. LET'S TALK ABOUT THE DEEP MAGIC.

as i mentioned before, aslan intends for narnia to be a kindly paradise, but jadis' presence during the act of creation irreparably corrupts it; she gets incorporated into the deep magic at the dawn of time—the fundamental magical laws governing narnia's existence—as an avatar of cosmic retribution. she is the emperor's hangman.

(the emperor-beyond-the-sea, for those of you who don't walk around with a box of narnia lore in your head, is a mythological figure referenced time and again throughout the chronicles of narnia; he is aslan's father and the ruler of all words, and he wrote both the deep magic from the dawn of time and the deeper magic from before the dawn of time. his authority is absolute; both jadis and aslan are stated outright to be beholden to his magic and law.)

all of this is symbolically reflected in jadis' theft of the silver apples in TMN; the apples offer healing and protection, but they are only meant to be given, never taken. jadis violates that rule, and in so doing she secures her immortality but dooms herself to a cold, joyless, spiteful eternity. by her presence she corrupts narnia; by her choices she corrupts the magic of the silver apples, and thus she becomes the everlasting flaw in the paradise.

now, getting into the exact specifics of what the deep magic says:

“Tell you?” said the Witch, her voice growing suddenly shriller. “Tell you what is written on that very Table of Stone which stands beside us? Tell you what is written in letters deep as a spear is long on the fire-stones on the Secret Hill? Tell you what is engraved on the scepter of the Emperor-beyond-the-Sea? You at least know the Magic which the Emperor put into Narnia at the very beginning. You know that every traitor belongs to me as my lawful prey and that for every treachery I have a right to a kill.” [...] “Fool,” said the Witch with a savage smile that was almost a snarl, “do you really think your master can rob me of my rights by mere force? He knows the Deep Magic better than that. He knows that unless I have blood as the Law says all Narnia will be overturned and perish in fire and water.” “It is very true,” said Aslan, “I do not deny it.”

moreover we know, because both aslan and jadis confirm as much, that the bar for who qualifies as a "traitor" according to the deep magic is breathtakingly low: edmund, a nine-year-old boy, stumbles into narnia alone and gets lost; he is soon found by an adult who treats him kindly, offers him food and shelter from the cold, and presents herself (not inaccurately) as the queen of this strange magical country. upon learning that he has siblings she asks him to bring them to her home so that she can meet them as well, and then she sends him on his way.

the food jadis gives to edmund is magical. it fills him with a desperate, overpowering compulsion to do whatever it takes to get another taste.

the next time edmund comes to narnia, this time with all three of his siblings, driven half by that magical compulsion and half by the simple fact that he trusts the word of the adult authority who treated him kindly over the word of the younger sister whom his older siblings openly prefer, he slips away at the first opportunity to tell jadis where the other three are.

and for that—just that—the deep magic from the dawn of time mandated that he was a traitor whose life was forfeit. a nine-year-old boy. because the point is not that edmund is a traitor; the point is that edmund is a victim of cruelty and evil far, far greater and deeper than any individual person. remember that the chronicles of narnia are a christian allegory and draw heavily upon c.s. lewis' faith; edmund is innocent eve tricked by the serpent in the garden, he is the original sin that humanity can never wipe clean, he is an innocent victim condemned by his own victimhood.

no person with an ounce of compassion would call edmund a traitor. when the other pevensies discover that edmund has gone to the witch's house, they immediately want to go rescue him, because he's their brother and he's only a kid. even in the heat of the moment when his betrayal is discovered, they don't blame him, they're terrified for him. none of the narnians in aslan's army raise a whisper of protest about rescuing him from the witch. when he's saved, he tries to apologize, and his siblings all say that no, it's alright, and the narration notes that "then everyone wanted very hard to say something which would make it quite clear that they were all friends with him again"--because of course none of them feel any ill-will towards him. it wasn't edmund's fault.

even jadis herself only refers to edmund as a "traitor" in the context of the deep magic's law; when she's making her preparations to execute him, she calls him not a traitor but a victim.

but to the deep magic, that doesn't matter. the deep magic is not human; the deep magic is a cruel corruption of the kindness that should have been, and it says that lost little nine-year-old boys who trusted the wrong adult through no fault of their own deserve to die, and aslan saves edmund because the deep magic is WRONG.

i feel this, and the fact that—however much she relishes the cruelty and bloodshed—jadis no more has a choice in fulfilling the role imposed on her by the deep magic than aslan does, are two extremely important dimensions of the deep magic that get lost in the atlas-arc-as-lww-au reading. jadis does not simply feel entitled to kill edmund the way that ironwood feels entitled to infect penny with a virus or demand absolute obedience from his officers; jadis quite literally IS entitled to kill edmund, and were she forced to renounce her claim narnia itself would be violently destroyed...

...except there's a loophole. jadis is cosmically entitled to take one life every time an act of treachery is committed in narnia... but it need not be the life of the traitor. a willing sacrifice will also suffice.

and if that willing sacrifice is blameless—if they have never committed an act of treachery in accordance with the law of the deep magic, not even something as small as edmund's—and jadis accepts their sacrifice nonetheless and kills them in the traitor's stead... then an even older, even grander cosmic law will be invoked: the deeper magic from before the dawn of time. the deep magic written upon the stone table and inscribed on the emperor's scepter will be undone—the stone table will crack—and death itself will work backwards. thus: aslan, a willing victim who has committed no treachery, is ritually killed on the stone table, the deep magic is overturned, jadis' immortality is stripped away, and aslan is restored to life.

which is to say, what "death works backwards" MEANS in the narnian context is not "aslan comes back to life," but rather "the original corruption of life and death in narnia is undone and natural order restored; jadis' tainted immortality is taken from her, purified, and given to aslan, her victim."

narnia, imperfectly created, remains flawed, but jadis is cast out of her role as the cosmic executioner and the threats of fire and flood, the injustices of the deep magic, put to a permanent end.

(and since i've gone on about the deep magic for this long: while aslan states that jadis knew nothing of the deeper magic, i maintain there's real textual grounds for an alternate reading of LWW wherein jadis and aslan both know precisely what they're doing. her immortality is stated to be a miserable curse, she did not have a meaningful choice in becoming the cosmic executioner to begin with, she does an awful lot of dawdling / fretting about ritual propriety / not just killing edmund when she has the chance. moreover we do not hear her discussion with aslan when they come to the agreement about his sacrifice, and all we know for sure is they speak "earnestly" with each other in private for an exceptionally long time. there is absolutely room here for a reading of jadis as someone who has been going through the motions of her cosmically-mandated role for quite some time without taking any true joy in it, and who sees aslan's trick for what it is and willingly, with genuine relief, helps him carry it out so that she can finally die.)

WITH ALL THIS BEING SAID. BACK TO THE SUBJECT OF RWBY:

as i mentioned, i feel that the way the deep magic is treated / discussed by the atlas-is-a-LWW-au contingent is... er, reductive to the point of not really making sense anymore. narnia takes a... very vague and mystical approach to magic yes but there is nevertheless a lot of specificity on the mechanics of how aslan's sacrifice undid the deep magic by invoking the deeper magic, and i truly think that if the only takeaway from LWW is "aslan (good) dies to save edmund (condemned) from jadis (evil), therefore Mystical Mumbo Jumbo brings aslan back to life and Good Wins," then a) you should probably give, at the least, LWW and TMN a closer read and b) you are not really in a position to be using LWW as lens for analysis of a different text due to the junk in, junk out principle.

the crux of it is this: ironwood makes a bad jadis, winter makes an even worse edmund, and penny fundamentally cannot be aslan. penny can be edmund, but she is an edmund without an aslan; thus she dies, and thus the deep magic goes unbroken.

and, it is emotionally important to me that everyone who read this far understands this: there is only one reading of atlas-as-narnia in which it makes sense for atlas to perish in fire and water. i will circle back to this point in a moment after discussing the previous points.

ironwood is a bad jadis

ironwood is not a divinely-ordained executioner. ironwood is, in fact, cosmically insignificant. the gods do not know or care that he exists. he and jadis share many personality traits—that comes with the territory of being violent autocrats—but he is a mere garden variety dictator. his feeling of entitlement to total control over penny is just that: a feeling, backed by nothing but his own ego.

a jadis without her divine appointment, without her cosmic right to kill, is not jadis at all. she's only a tyrant. she's only human.

winter is a terrible edmund

at no point in LWW is edmund truly the witch's servant. he is a child. he is a child whose behavior has become rather beastly, said to be because he's fallen in with a nasty crowd in school and probably amplified by his older siblings' palpable dislike for him (they don't like him because he's taken to bullying lucy; but edmund is nine, and not quite capable of putting those pieces together yet). but he's still just a scared little boy. he gets lost. he trusts an adult whose intentions are evil. he gets drugged with magical candy that erodes his free will, and does what the adult he trusted told him to do. then she holds him hostage and abuses him whilst making no secret of the fact that she's going to ritually murder him the moment she gets to the stone table. he is NINE YEARS OLD.

winter though? winter is ironwood's second-in-command. she has been serving faultlessly at his side for years. he hand-picked her to be the recipient of the maiden powers, and she is one of the only people he ever trusted beyond a shadow of a doubt. she knows from the moment he orders the dust embargo and closure of atlesian borders that he's on the wrong path ("no—you have sacrificed everyone else. you closed the borders! you squeezed mantle until it broke!")... but it takes months for the protestations of her conscience to grow loud enough, with penny's unflagging encouragement, for winter to reject him. she stands by him without flinching until the eleventh hour.

if ironwood is jadis? winter is the witch's dwarf.

penny cannot be aslan

for two reasons:

first, and most important, is that aslan could invoke the deeper magic by trading his life for edmund's only because he had never committed an act of treachery—not even the slightest, most insignificant one. remember how harsh and exacting and unfair the deep magic is; remember that it condemns an innocent nine-year-old child to death.

and penny? penny who wants so badly to do the right thing? penny, who is innocence and kindness and love personified; penny, who was built to be a cog in a fascist military dictatorship but cared so fiercely about people that she never once hesitated to align herself with the people against the dictatorship; penny, who defies her father's plea to save herself and spare him the worry, who disobeys her general's orders, who by her very existence in vol7-8 is spitting in the faces of the gods who declared that the dead should not return to life—penny is a traitor a hundred times over, because it is not possible to be a good person in atlas without becoming a traitor.

and that means that penny cannot invoke the deeper magic.

(i submit that there are only two—possibly three—characters in vol7-8 who haven't committed a treacherous act by the standards of narnian deep magic: robyn, and (hilariously) tyrian. the entire plot of LWW proves that principled resistance to a leader one has never agreed to serve does not qualify as 'treachery', otherwise jadis would be claiming rights to the lives of...everyone in aslan's army, and of course tyrian's loyalty to salem is absolute. the "possibly" is maria, because i am not sure whether or not "betrayal of one's own principles" counts as treachery, and in vol6 maria makes it clear that she feels her decision to retire and go into hiding after losing her eyes was a dereliction of her duty as a huntress.)

secondly, penny does not die in winter's stead as a willing sacrifice. throughout vol8, penny does show a general inclination to die for her friends, and there is no doubt in my mind that were her position reversed with winter's in 7.13, penny would have acted exactly as winter did—throwing herself into the line of fire to protect winter from cinder—but, penny does not sacrifice herself in 8.14, and when she dies she has no idea that winter is even fighting anyone, let alone that winter is in trouble and dire need of help. (remember that as far as any of the kids in the portal knows, ironwood is safely locked in a holding cell.) what actually happens is cinder murders penny, and penny, with no intentions other than to deny cinder the powers of the winter maiden, uses her dying moment to bequeath them to winter instead. that this action saves winter's life is a lucky coincidence.

penny might be edmund, but there's no aslan to save her

penny is certainly a traitor, and like edmund she is a traitor through no real fault of her own. under the law of narnian deep magic she would, like him, be an innocent victim of an unfair system—which tracks rather neatly with penny's actual place in atlas, that being a good person caught in the jaws of the atlesian machine. she's victimized by deeply corrupt and unfair legal and social forces utterly beyond her control, and the harder she fights to extricate herself from them the harder they clamp down around her...

...culminating in penny being infected with a virus under the auspices of an adult authority figure she once trusted, which robs her of her ability to think rationally about anything but obeying the command it installed into her code. which, yes, we can read as directly analogous to edmund's magically-induced addiction to turkish delight.

and penny does not have an aslan. she has no perfect, willing sacrifice to rescue her from the cruel injustice of the deep magic or the cruel injustice of the atlesian fascist regime; oh, her friends try, but they fail. they find a loophole and keep her alive for all of fifteen minutes before the death she evaded came due.

if atlas is narnia, if ironwood is jadis, if the deep magic is in force, then penny polendina dies because that is what happens to edmund pevensie in a world where aslan does not come to narnia.

"...and perish in fire and water."

which of course, atlas does. we see the flames and we see the flood--but that is the price of the deep magic being defied. that is what happens to narnia if jadis is prevented from spilling the blood she is owed, and as discussed if atlas is narnia and ironwood is jadis, that makes penny the only real choice for edmund—she is a traitor and it is she whom ironwood seeks to control, which is the closest analogue for jadis asserting her right to edmund's life.

and penny, of course, dies. ironwood, in accordance with the deep magic, gets what he is due. her friends try to save her, but they fail—and, importantly, LWW gives us a precedent to argue that merely trying to save one of the witch's victim's is alright as long as she is not following the proper ritual protocols, i.e. she's not slaughtering them on the stone table and perhaps has not formally stated her claim; because jadis does eventually go "fuck it" and decides to just slit edmund's throat in the woods, and she is sharpening her knife in order to do so when aslan's army arrives to rescue him, without any consequence besides jadis strolling into their camp the following day to demand that aslan return him and allow her to carry out her execution. from this we can conclude that jadis is entitled to take the lives of traitors, and she is allowed to do so without any rite or ritual, but that anyone capable of standing their ground against her without getting turned to stone is allowed to, in effect, demand that she observe the proper ceremonies and prevent her from taking her kill until she has done so. thus: it is not a problem for penny's friends to act in ways that delay penny's execution as long as ironwood isn't adhering the proper procedures involved in executing her—which in narnia would mean ritually sacrificing her over the stone table, and which in atlas would mean acting through the established legal channels to take her offline, which we know are a thing because doing that was a possibility raised after penny was framed for the attack on robyn's election night rally. i think it is safe to say that allowing one of salem's servants to remotely install a virus with a self-destruct clause into penny is not the proper procedure, here.

the point being: as the traitor, penny's life is forfeit. there is no aslan to save her. ironwood makes his claim on her life. she dies.

the deep magic is satisfied.

atlas, narnia, should therefore not perish in fire and water. it should by all rights go on as it always has, in its corruption and its injustice, until its jadis claims the next traitor and there's another chance for aslan to escape his exile at last.

as for the version of the atlas-as-narnia reading where winter is edmund and penny is her aslan? well... taking that at face value, the result should be that ironwood dies, penny is revived, and atlas is liberated from its oppressive regime. the dire consequences for defying the deep magic cannot be suffered if the deep magic itself has been overwritten; or LWW would have ended, uh... differently.

the only way for the flood and the fire we see when atlas crashes into the ground to make sense in the context of reading atlas as narnia and the destruction as consequent of the deep magic being flouted is if ironwood is jadis, winter is edmund, and penny is an aslan who fails, whether because she 1. cannot invoke the deeper magic, being a traitor herself and not a willing sacrifice, and/or 2. did not secure ironwood's acceptance prior to saving winter through the action of her own death. a significant point is made in LWW of the witch formally renouncing her claim on edmund's life and consenting to take aslan's in his place. aslan is not the only one who must agree to die for edmund; the witch must also agree to the trade—because, after all, it is her claim, and her right to edmund's life, that is being bargained for.

so: in this scenario, penny tries to be aslan, but she does it wrong, and because she saves winter, atlas falls and burns and drowns. the deep magic remains, and death will not work backwards. which makes all the emphasis on the "perish in fire and water" bit among the contingent that likes this reading feel awfully bleak.

but all of this being said,

quite apart from the narnia parallels themselves being as convoluted as they are, i think reading the atlas arc as an extended allusion to or metaphor for narnia also just... undermines the actual strength and themes of the atlas arc in a big way?

the reason the atlas arc and LWW do have some passing superficial similarities is because both of them are stories about children fighting cruel tyrants, which is about as bog standard as you can get with fantasy fiction where the protagonists are children.

but at the end of the day LWW is a quirky christian allegory that literalizes a lot of the more esoteric aspects of christian myth and ends up being largely a story about a god doing what he can to heal his beloved world from the corruption that twisted it into a harsh dystopia at the beginning of time, while the children caught up in the crossfires heal their familial bonds and try to survive.

whereas the atlas arc takes the ideological war between fear and hope that has always underpinned rwby's core conflict and turns it up to eleven. the child soldiers tasked with fighting this war are beginning to crack, all of them staring down their own crises of faith and identity and courage. the leaders and institutions who were once held up as paragons and protectors of hope reveal themselves to be tarnished and rotten inside with fear, until in the end they crash and burn in both the figurative and literal sense. ozpin atones for his past failures, all borne of his fears, and commits himself to trust, and honesty, and in doing so learns to genuinely embody the hope for mankind that he has always strived to represent. an act of hope exposes the ideological cracks in salem's inner circle and inspires not just one but two of her most valuable servants to turn against her. salem herself, the embodiment of fear as much as ozpin tries to be the embodiment of hope, steps onto the battlefield herself for the first time and walks away with two relics and an utterly destroyed kingdom to show for it. we learn precisely what it is that cinder is so terrified of, for her to be as desperate for power as she is. again and again the heroes find things to hope for, and they're slapped back down again, and again, and again, until the arc ends with atlas and mantle obliterated, their whole populations stranded in the desert in the middle of a storm and under attack from all sides by the grimm, penny dead, all of rwby plus jaune stranded in the void and presumed dead, pietro and maria stranded on a derelict, drifting satellite, robyn, qrow, and the surviving ace-ops watching in horror as atlas falls, and salem and cinder flying away from the smoking wreckage, triumphant. fear is ascendant.

(and yet: the atlas arc is also loudly, furiously, unrelentingly optimistic about human nature and the human capacity for goodness. even as the darkness rises, even as the city falls, even as fear emerges from this battle victorious—the narrative celebrates hope. the heroes try and fail and try and fail and try and fail and try, and people come together and fight for each other and pick themselves up and keep trying; ruby does not lose her faith, and ren finds his balance again, and nora articulates a pain so deep she hardly knew it was there and receives a surge of support and love from all her friends, and weiss reaches out to the family she thought she had to leave behind and finds them reaching out for her in turn, and winter turns at last to embrace the conscience that has been screaming at her since beacon fell, and ozpin transcends the failures of his past and proves himself worthy of trust, and emerald finally escapes the nightmare she's been trapped in for who knows how long, and qrow inches into newfound confidence, and the happy huntresses make a difference. their hope, their efforts matter—the risks they take matter—even though they lose the battle, in the end. because people are good and hope is worth the risk and i just have a lot of feelings about the atlas arc okay—)

just... LWW and the atlas arc are different stories with very different things to say about the nature of humanity and the nature of the world and i just don't think they make very good lenses through which to examine each other.

...though with that being said, i do have one more point to make.

on salem as jadis (& ozma as her aslan)

this one is not a refutation but rather a reading of my own; a, "if we're doing narnia comparisons this is the one that makes sense to me" sort of coda to the whole discussion. namely: i submit that salem's character can be read as an explicitly tragic deconstruction of jadis.

(& to be extra clear: can be read as, not intentionally alludes to, everything i'm about to say is analysis of salem using jadis as a lens and i'm not trying to argue anything about authorial intentions in the way that i argued winter-as-kai.)

anyway,

jadis is born to the royal line of charn. she's a formidable sorceress in a world of profoundly powerful magic. yet she is also trapped—everyone on charn is trapped—with nowhere to flee from a planet that is being slowly roasted alive by its own dying sun. she grows up surrounded by war and death and anguish and hate, knowing nothing but violence and power. she finds the deplorable word, and she clings to it until her entire world crashes down around her ears.

and then she is alone. the last living thing in all of charn, untouched by time, waiting for the destruction of her world.

until she meets two children, diggory and polly, transported by charn by magic, who show her a glimpse of escape, of possibility, of worlds beyond her own. she leaps at the opportunity to meet them, and she finds, on earth, an entirely different humanity. smaller, to her eyes, diminished and weak and uncivilized. she is less than impressed; she intends to conquer them, but she fails, and she is cast into the dawn of time before narnia begins. she witnesses the creation of narnia by aslan and flies into a rage, hating everything he represents. she cements her immortality and damns herself in the same breath by eating one of the silver apples, and by aslan's power she is cast deep into the wilderness to live among monsters and beasts for as long as he can keep her at bay.

when his protections decay—as they must decay, in time—jadis storms into narnia with a vengeance, conquers it, rules it by fear; she elevates the creatures of darkness and fear who were shunned by aslan's chosen people. and, by mandate of the emperor-beyond-the-sea—the highest power in all the worlds—she is an executioner of traitors. the flaw in the paradise, the root of all evil in narnia, the corruptor and divider and temptress luring innocents into darkness. a destructive force whose corruption leaves deep, irreparable scars in narnia even after her death at aslan's hands.

(who ever heard of a witch that really died?)

on the other hand we have salem, locked in her tower; salem, who grows up knowing nothing but imprisonment and an all-consuming ache for freedom. ozma comes to rescue her, and the two of them fight their way free. she gets a taste of liberation, a taste of joy—and then it's senselessly and suddenly ripped away from her.

unlike jadis, none of salem's pain is self-inflicted, not in the beginning. she does not choose her immortality, and she doesn't speak the word that wipes out all of humankind. unlike jadis, she can't even sleep through her isolation after the extinction of humanity; she's forced to wander, undying and lonely and grieving and so, so angry, on a broken planet abandoned by its creators and left to rot. her prison is a mass grave, and she cannot escape it even in death.

until humanity evolves anew, but even then she is still isolated. different, in such a tangible way, from these new humans who lack her magic, her culture, her history, her knowledge of the gods, her context; these people who cannot understand who or what she is, who hate her and fear her (and how could they not? she looks like the grimm). diminished and weak and riven by conflict. for ozma's sake, she tries to unite them in the only way she can fathom—by conquest—and he rejects her in the end, so thoroughly that he devotes the rest of his own eternal existence to keeping her at bay and serving the will of the gods who did this to her in the first place.

he forges civilizations anew and dedicates himself to a hopeless quest to redeem humanity in the eyes of the gods while salem rots in her isolation, surrounded by monsters and biding her time until his beloved institutions begin to crumble—and then she strikes, and strikes hard, to crush them out of existence. she’s the divider, the corruptor, the would-be conquerer, and—just as jadis rules by fear and twists the narnians to her side by terrorizing them into submission—salem preys upon people’s most vulnerable weaknesses and deepest-seated flaws to bend them to her will.

(like aslan, ozma is an impermanent, inconsistent fixture in remnant's history; whenever he dies, he takes a long time to come back—but he does return, sooner or later, to pick up the pieces of the things that broke in his absence and to uplift new guardians to carry the torch he's trying so desperately to keep lit. he is wise and melancholy and mysterious and imperfect and loved in spite of it all.)

the fundamental difference between jadis and salem is that salem's story is constructed as a tragedy and an indictment of divine power; she suffers, and then she finds a tiny spark of hope in the darkness and clings to it with all her might, and when it's snuffed out again she moves heaven and earth in a desperate, doomed quest to get it back. every time she tried to escape her fate she was cast into it deeper, until she hit the bottom and decided to wrap herself in the darkness and revel in it instead; the gods found a grieving young woman and tortured her across millennia until she broke, and all of remnant is shouldering the consequences.

lastly,

...for the precious few who make it to the end of this post, congratulations! because it is 8.2 thousand words long.

#rwby #WHEW BOY #i'm. pretty sure this is the longest post i've ever written #by a ... large ... margin

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wonwoo ✨ u n s o l v e d✨

pairing; fratboy!wonwoo x female reader

notes; fratboy!wonwoo, mostly crack, buzzfeed unsolved jokes, a little bit of paranormal stuff but nothing scary??, fucking in an abandoned building?, i wrote this while i was shad0wb@nn3d and thinkin i was abt to have to delete my blog so enjoy this comedic relief i provided myself, yes based on the gose ep, also u can consider this as taking place a little after the last chapter of caffeine!! This was just for fun, dont inbox me saying this was weird i know its weird ☠️🤣

*REPOSTED because tumb1r fl@gged the original 😭 much like the previous drabble, nothing about this has rly changed so I don’t know what to do lol the kicker is the note is like ‘wrote this while I was shad0wb@nned!’ LMAO

You shoot Wonwoo an incredulous look when he sneaks through the small gap in the metal gates, foot tapping nervously as you stare at him from the other side.

“Wonwoo… I don’t know about this… Can’t we do something else...” You mumble. He rolls his eyes at you jokingly, momentarily adjusting his glasses before he leans over to hold the gap open for you to crawl through. “C’mon, you promised. And I ate you out for an hour and a half while we watched dumb rom-coms.” He deadpans.

That was true.

“Yeah but--but why couldn’t you have asked someone else to come with you?” Whining, you ease through the metal gates, figuring it’d be safer with Wonwoo than waiting outside alone.

Wonwoo grins at you, helping you dust off your skirt before he starts heading for the abandoned building.

“That’s because everyone else was too scared to come back after I told them I saw a ghost.”

“Then why are we here? Scratch that, why am I here?” You complain.

Wonwoo shoots you a pointed stare as he stops in his tracks.

“Because I want to make sure I really saw a ghost. And because I trust you to not run off without me.”

“Hey there demons, it’s ya boy.” Wonwoo announces to the empty building. His voice echoes as he steps over the broken glass littering the floor - telling you to watch your step as he reaches for your hand. “Can you not call them demons? What if there’s something here?” You harshly whisper back.

Truth be told, this was absolutely not your ideal date for a Friday night but you had promised the tall and handsome idiot that you’d come with him, even if you were slightly regretting it now. “If there’s something here then we have proof ghosts exist!” He whispers back, turning his flashlight on as he guides you further and further into the two-story building.

Every creak sends you into overdrive as your eyes peer into the darkness and Wonwoo’s flashlight seems to be low on battery; only emitting a soft glow that barely does anything to pacify your fears.

“Maybe we should announce we’re here?” He offers.

“Did you not already do that when we walked in? When you called them demons? What else can you possibly say to make them friendly?”

Wonwoo chuckles; feeling your clammy palm gripping onto his a little tighter when he veers off into one of the many rooms. He inspects the room quietly, eyes flitting over the desk and filing cabinets lining the walls. “I mean, maybe we should do it again?” Wonwoo clears his throat, staring into the darkness before speaking.

“Hello? We’re here for the cult stuff?? We saw the ad on craigslist?” He trails off. The panic floods your senses almost immediately at his stupid question. “Are you fucking mad? Cult stuff? We’re looking for fucking ghosts for fucks sake, Wonwoo!” He can only laugh at your panic, still pointing his flashlight in various directions before he starts opening the filing cabinets.

“Hey, calm down a bit. This building hasn’t been abandoned that long! And nobody’s reported any weird stuff about it except for the one time and it was me. If there’s anything here, it’s probably just the raccoons scurrying around.”

It does little to calm your nerves but you accept it for now; pressing up to Wonwoo’s side as he leads you into a different room. “Okay, but if we see anything we’re leaving, like, immediately. Not buts!” You murmur against his shoulder.

Wonwoo nods, stepping into a room that seemed oddly much cleaner than the rest of the building. He spots a table closer to the center of the room, placing his flashlight down onto it before grabbing a small device from his pants pocket. “I brought this radio thing. We should maybe try it and see if we can get anything?” You tilt your head in confusion, eyes finally adjusting to the darkness as you stare back at him.

“What does it do?”

“Well, it scans a bunch of different radio stations really fast and then if there’s a ghost or demon who wants to talk to us, sometimes it can stitch together coherent words. We just ask it questions.” He explains. You nod slowly, jolting when the radio roars to life in the quiet room.

“Fuck, that’s loud!” You exclaim, hands digging into the material of Wonwoo’s cardigan.

“Is there anyone here? Are there any demons here? We’d like to speak to you.” Wonwoo questions. The sound of static and various jumbled noises are all you can make out; no real words or answers coming through. “Is there a ghost here? What happened to you? Why are you trapped here?” He inquires again. This time, however, something floats through the speaker.

“D--did it say… s-spaghetti?” You bite your lip to hold in your laugh, watching as Wonwoo quickly shuts off the radio instead; somewhat embarrassed. “Okay, this thing doesn’t work, and no, it didn’t say spaghetti!” He argues back. “I don’t know, Wonwoo… I think our ghost is hungry.” You laugh out, suddenly a little less scared at how stupid the radio was.

“Okay, okay, let’s go check upstairs. It’s where I think I saw the ghost.”

He leads you up the stairs and into a smaller room filled with boxes, bookshelves, and a metal locker that seemed to have been pushed onto its side; oddly clean just like the last room you’d been in.

“Okay, how long has this place even been abandoned and why do some of the rooms look so okay and others are so fucked?” You ask. Wonwoo sets his things down on the bookshelf, scanning around the small room. Technically, this was the exact room he’d seen the ghost in.

But unlike the first time, there was nothing offsetting or in the room at all.

“It was just an office building and it’s only been abandoned for a few years so some of the other rooms are still intact. Lots of uni kids throw ragers here since it’s kinda out of town which is why some of the other rooms are so beat up. Some of the doorknobs are also broken so people try to avoid them in case they get locked in.”

A chill runs up your spine at the thought and your first reaction is to shuffle closer to Wonwoo again, wrapping your arms around his slim waist. “Can we go now? Your little ghost friend isn’t here…”

Wonwoo turns around slowly, wrapping his arms around you and hugging you back. “Are you that scared?” He grins, pressing his front to yours as you notice he’s already slightly hard.

“Wonwoo… you cannot be serious.” He lets out a boisterous laugh that seems to echo for ages, backing you into one of the bookshelves that line the wall.

“Tons of people have fucked here before too, y’know. And it’s only you and me out here… and you’re so cute when you’re clingy.” He teases; hands already touching you over your clothes. “So you’re okay with someone or something seeing us like this then?” You retort, already giving in when Wonwoo’s gentle fingertips dance across your skirt’s hemline.

“Why not? We wouldn’t be the first. We can check it off our bucket lists.”

“That’s… true.”

He’s definitely right.

But, regrettably, it takes a lot more foreplay to get you in the mood this time and Wonwoo can sense how on edge you are even when he’s between your legs, eating you out for what seems like hours. He uses a free hand to keep your panties pushed to the side, tongue running up and down your wet folds before he dips it into your entrance.

Your fingers tangle in his hair when he starts lapping at your clit, sucking the nub into his mouth as you bite your lips to keep in your moans.

“You don’t have to do that, y’know. We’re the only ones out here. You can be as loud as you want.” He mumbles against your skin. You nod tentatively, still a little worried that someone would show up unexpectedly.

But if there’s anything Wonwoo is good at, it was definitely turning your brain into a pile of mush and making you forget your surroundings.

“Oh, f-fuck, please…”

“Mmh?” Wonwoo pulls away slightly, your grip on his hair loosening as he stares up at you.

“Not to be horny in an abandoned building but can you fuck me already? I… I’d ask you to finger me too but… your hands are probably filthy…” Mumbling, you shyly avoid Wonwoo’s slightly judging eyes.

“Okay, get up.”

It’s a simple but stern command as you shuffle off of the sideways metal locker. He replaces you, sitting on it himself before unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. His cock curves against his lower abdomen and you gulp, already imagining the feeling of him deep inside of you.

“You can spit on my cock and sit on it, princess. Since you wanna get fucked so bad.”

The cockiness in his voice has you spiraling as you hurry to sit on his lap, wrapping your arms around his shoulders before the two of you peer down into his lap. Gathering as much saliva in your mouth as you can, you open your mouth as it drips down onto Wonwoo’s cock; mixing with the precum the leaks from the head.

When you deem it enough, you reach down, pulling your panties to the side as Wonwoo helps guide you over his cock. You take a deep breath, positioning him at your entrance before you slowly sink down onto him.

The two of you share a moan when you finally sit down all the way; thankful that Wonwoo was a pro at getting you wet even in a potentially haunted building.

“Hmm, you were so hesitant but you’re so tight and wet around me, sweetheart.” You grind against him, resting your head against his shoulder as he massages your back. The entire thing feels a lot more intimate than you anticipate, all things considered.

“Mmh… you’re just good at making me forget we could get possessed in here, I guess…” Wonwoo’s deep laugh reverberates through your body, sending thrums of arousal down your spine as you clench harder around him. Neither of you make an effort to go any faster; grinding and holding each other close.

But Wonwoo’s body tenses after a few minutes, hands sliding down your waist as you rotate your hips. “I wish we could stay here longer, sweetheart, but we should probably hurry a little, hmm? We can take it back to the house if you’d like.” He offers, watching as you lift yourself up a little, only to slam back down into his lap. The head of his cock taps your g-spot and you mewl, nodding feverishly as you let Wonwoo take control.

“Hold onto me, sweetheart.”

Wonwoo slides his hands under your thighs, gripping them tightly before he stands. Your legs automatically wrap around his waist when he backs you into the bookshelf; his flashlight hitting the floor as he starts fucking into you at a ruthless pace.

“This was cute. You’re so cute when you’re clingy, I have to admit.” He teases. This time, his cock slams into your g-spot with each thrust, toes curling behind his back as your eyes slide shut from the immense pleasure.

“God, W-Wonwoo, puh--please…”

“I know, me too… Don’t worry, I’ll get you there, sweetheart.” He whispers gently, angling his hips better as you whimper. The sound of your moans and his harsh breaths seem to be even louder in the quiet space; although you don’t pay it any attention now that you were so close to cumming. You clench around him, feeling his cock throbbing between your walls.

You feel his lips on yours, swallowing all your moans and cries when you cum unexpectedly; Wonwoo following suit as his hips stutter. His nails dig into your thighs a little harder as he grinds into you, his own muffled moans against your lips.

The bliss pours over your body, milking your orgasm for all its worth until the air returns to your lungs. And Wonwoo works you and himself through it, grinding against you until his own orgasm starts to ebb away.

After a few moments, he pulls away slightly, keeping you pressed into the bookshelf as he catches his breath.

“Full offense b-but we’re n-never talking about this to a-anyone…” You mutter, blinking slowly as Wonwoo’s equally tired eyes meet yours. “Why not? They’d probably be jealous.” He laughs breathily, pulling his hips back as his cock slips from inside of you; your panties sliding back into place.

You groan as the cum starts to pool onto the material and Wonwoo gives it another second before he gently lets you down onto your feet.

“I… can’t say anyone I know would be jealous about what we just did… I also think we need a massive disinfection once we get back. Also, I’m kinda hungry now too...” Your lips press into a firm line, watching as Wonwoo rebuttons his pants. He fishes into his back pocket once he’s done, pulling out a small bag.

“I’ve got some peanuts?”

“Um… no… I can… wait.” A sweet gesture, nonetheless.

Wonwoo picks up his discarded flashlight once the two of you are presentable, reaching a hand out that you take. “We can stop by the 24-hour diner on the way back and then take a shower at the house. You can spend the night, since I’m betting you’re still a ‘lil scared, huh?” You nod shyly, pressing into his side as he slowly leads you out of the room and back into the hallway.

He leads you down the stairs, checking the doors and rooms that line the hallway on the way out.

The two of you reach the main entrance soon enough; a relieved sigh leaving your lips when Wonwoo opens the door for the two of you to exit.

You all but skip to the metal gates, waiting for him to hold it open as you crawl past it.

“Are you disappointed?” Wonwoo glances down at you for a second, humming at your question. “That we didn’t find a ghost?” You nod.

His jaw clenches as he watches you dust off your skirt once more; watching as you turn to face him under the moonlight. He steps through the gap in the metal gates as well, linking your fingertips with his as he guides you back to the car.

In all honesty, the only reason why he had suggested the two of you hurry was because he did see something maybe scamper across the hallway. He figured it was probably just a raccoon though, even if it was too big to be a raccoon. And it looked like it had long hair, and human legs.

Not that he would tell you that.

“Nah. Ghosts probably aren’t real anway.”

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