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eliotbaum · 11 months

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Some people expressed interest in the backstories & relationship between these characters so it’s under a cut. Beware, it’s full of Vallaki spoilers and. very long…….

Lydia Petrovna/Fiona Wachter/my pc Father Dunant

Alright so, a not-so brief overview of each individual’s background and where their stories meet. Mind you, that is everything I currently know about the characters, and I'm pretty sure Lady W is still hiding something.

Lydia Petrovna has always been a frail, meek-hearted woman, but with a kind soul. For what she lacked, her best friend from ever since made up for it; Fiona Wachter was everything she ever wanted to be. Strong, assertive and with force of will.

But Lydia also desired her in a different way, one that went beyond friendship and admiration. Fiona was not aware of those feelings and pursued Nikolai, while Lydia fell for Vargas, despite Fiona’s warnings and wishes for her not to do so. It fell on deaf ears, as Vargas seemed like a genuinely kind man. Suffice to say to those who played the game: the good qualities Lydia loved disappeared over time and he ended up emotionally abusing her, smothering her in a way where she completely lost who she was. Lydia was always desperate to help others despite her constitution and lack of powers or influence, so she thought putting on a bright face and encouraging the "all will be well" ideology would suffice. But she suffered greatly under it, too, coping with solitude and drug/alcohol abuse. Regardless, she kept holding onto hope, believing a better tomorrow will come one day.

Vargas growing more paranoid of everyone ended up manipulating Lydia into believing Fiona and her husband were not to be trusted. And with Lydia’s facade steadily replacing what Fiona loved about her, ultimately drove the friendship to a breaking point after decades.

Fiona Wachter received a prophecy from an oracle (Madame Eva) while she was a young lady. The prophecy foretold of an outsider coming into Vallaki to bring great ruin, but his blood would also bring back sunlight to the town. She believed in this prophecy ever since, all the while pledging allegiance to Ravenloft as a family tradition, which earned her conflicting powers. On one hand, she could perform miracles and harm with radiance, on the other she received darker powers from her pledge. As such, she is also caught between two fronts — wishing for sunlight to shine upon the lands again while serving Ravenloft as is her family tradition. (This is something my PC challenges her with a lot)

This was all kept secret from her best friend as Fiona had always been a cautious woman. Fast forward to her strained relationship with Lydia that broke apart during Nikolai's early death. 2 years before the campaign starts, he died of an illness, and when Fiona turned to Lydia for comfort she didn't receive it. Lydia pretended like everything was fine still, and tried to deflect any mourning or sadness with Vargas’ messed up ideology. Suffice to say, Fiona felt betrayed, bereft, in more ways than one. And then, her daughter, who was to be betrothed to Viktor Vallakovich, Lydia's son, went mad after prolonged contact to Viktor. Fiona went scorched earth and planned an assassination on Vargas ever since.

In comes my lil guy! Father Kasper Dunant, a humanitarian priest always striving to be virtuous, to be of help, but who leaves calamity in his wake for whenever he tries to do good. Up to a point where experimentations with blood healings destroyed his hometown, (if this sounds like Bloodborne. big inspo haha) and he fled — only to get trapped in another ruinous and cursed place. In Vallaki, he helped with the St. Andral church and Father Lucian, Lydia's brother. Vargas also took a liking to him, which resulted to Kasper and Lydia growing closer. He was attracted to her gentle heart, her kindness he found beyond her facade. They became light in each other's darkness.

Meanwhile, Fiona Wachter invited him & the party, intrigued by hearing of outsiders. She had hoped they could be part of her prophecy, and she intended to more or less rope them into her assassination plans. Now this being conflicting with many values and relationships our characters built, the party took a "safer" angle, in which we removed the biggest threat (general Strazni) from town and saved townspeople during riots following the assassination; Lydia being among those saved, who they hid away at the Martikov’s tavern. Lydia, who had fallen for Kasper early on, held onto him as she had lost almost everything (Vargas assassinated, Viktor teleported away) and they both found new hope, comfort and love in eath other.

And in a way, Fiona also freed Lydia of the shackles of her abusive marriage.

Fiona would've taken charge of Vallaki had it not been for Kasper's suggestion to establish a council instead of a single ruler. Consisting of him, Fiona, Vasili (completely different character in our game and not secretly, yknow), a homebrew NPC and Ireena. Fiona and Kasper started to develop this dynamic of push and pull, feeling for how much they can trust and work each other with their opposing views in terms of politics and Ravenloft. But they had one moment where they forged a bond; Kasper, a blood cleric, summoned a mock sun through 'Daylight' for her (my flavor is that he spills blood for some spells).

Voila, exactly what her prophecy foretold. She understood it wasn't real, but Kasper promised her to bring true sunlight back to Barovia. In a moment of fervor, Fiona suggested they could rule the town, the country together.

They are still very cautious but enjoy the tension and mystery they have about each other. Lydia, in the meantime, has been growing conflicting feelings about Fiona. While she was certain old feelings have been put to rest, the things Kasper tells her of Fiona seemingly awakened something again. There's a lot of guilt and hurt there, though, muddled with affection, and Lydia is sorting out her feelings still.

Meanwhile, Fiona still resents Lydia for her weakness. It was always clear how much Fiona cared for Lydia, repeatedly challenging her to put down this mask, to be herself again. And being hurt by seeing her friend lose herself so easily. It's bitter, but Kasper has been meekly trying to calm the waves, to little avail so far.

It is, A Mess to say the least, and Kasper together with Lydia have been growing concerns and worry for Fiona’s safety and ultimately, herself, since she changed so much, became so much darker since her husband’s death. But those two idealists hope there is still a chance to save her 🥺💦

tl;dr young outsider priest becomes entangled in noblewomen’s personal drama while both believe the gods and fate has sent him their way as he tries to mend a broken relationship

#curse of strahd #curse of strahd art #fiona wachter #lydia petrovna #kasper dunant #lydia vallakovich #if you managed to read all this #congrats and i love you #our dm puts a ton of work and thought into npc backstories and connections #bless em #i am so normal abt this game and npcs 🥴

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buckybarnesss · 9 months

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the fact that derek was so earnest and steadfast in his devotion that the sheriff fucking notices, i just -

the women of beacon hills don't flirt with derek too hard because they think he's a fucking widower. they see how he dotes on the jeep and his son, and they're like "bless his heart, he's so loyal. yes, he doesn't wear his wedding ring anymore, but that love burns in him still"

i want to chew on the walls, oh my goddd

derek being written like a widower is such a big brain take. no wonder the sheriff recognized the energy, you know.

the way jeff wrote around stiles not being in the movie was absolutely insane because there's a cloud over it as if stiles really died even if he didn't.

however -- stiles's presence is still there and not just because he was so essential to the nogitsune plot it's weird without him but because the jeep is iconic and it's so associated with stiles it might as well be a representation of his soul.

his attachment to it was a plot point multiple times and it's state was used to depict the state of his relationships.

he gave it initially to scott but eventually it made it's way to derek when it wasn't running anymore and derek rebuilt it. he's kept it up. he's keeping it safe.

also knowing how much of an investment of both money and time into rebuilding the jeep is a testament itself to derek's dedication. it's a love letter on it's own.

and jeff wrote derek becoming a professional mechanic and having his own shop to justify it.

how does all of this all of these things not read as pining? as derek keeping a memento? it's terribly sentimental. throughout the show we saw how minimalist and spartan derek lived. he had no such mementos of his own family unless you count peter. yet he has one of stiles.

jeff broke up stiles and lydia over supposedly prophetic dreams and than pulls this??? it reads as one hundred percent as a romantic gesture. jeff davis legitimately wrote this and wrote eli as being very similar to stiles. jeff what are you doing?

even eli is picking up on the vibes as he takes the jeep to try to get derek's attention because he knows there's something about it.

and than when you put this up against what we have been shown of stiles's feelings in the show proper ---

the staring at the D.H initials alone was unhinged but everything else and i just ---

stiles and derek are in love and jeff wrote this on accident. teen wolf's queerbait queered so hard that it became canon.

#my blog #teen wolf #thoughts on teen wolf #sterek #otp: you need me to survive

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cookies-and-music · 3 months

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Ghost. I suggest listening to Creep by Rediohead (or Kelly Clarkson's cover)

PAIRING: TVA!LokixOC

RATING: ALL

SUMMARY: Loki meets sombody at the TVA he once knew. Unfortunately she doesn't seem to remember him.

Part 2 here

When he saw her one day, wandering through the shelves of the TVA library, he thought she was a ghost. Loki would have sworn it was her but not exactly her. There was something different; her hair, for example, was brown, not red, and she was much more smiling than he remembered. Loki initially had doubts about whether it was her, but then he spent days observing her—watching how she furrowed her brows when concentrating on reading a file, how she leaned against the railing to gaze at the city suspended in time, how she always chose apple pie in the cafeteria. Every day was a stab to his heart until he decided to approach her.

"Miss Princhett," Loki approached the cafeteria table carrying a cup of tea for himself and a cup of coffee. "May I join you?" he offered her the cup.

Lydia Princhett. Shield agent. She had red hair and a stern face. Died in 2012.

"Of course, even though I don't think we've ever been introduced," she grabbed the cup, giving him a slight smile. Loki tightened his lips.

Lydia Princhett. Consultant at the TVA. She had brown hair and a relaxed expression.

"I'm Loki, from Asgard."

"I know," she brought the cup to her lips, and for a moment, Loki was filled with hope. "Everyone knows about the new consultant with Mobius," she laughed almost mockingly. "I'm a consultant too. I was supposed to be disposed of, but in my timeline I was a bounty hunter, and they thought I could be useful," she shrugged.

Loki knew. That's why he’d kept her. No one knew better than her how to find someone and, conversely, how to hide them.

"And are you? Useful?"

"I sincerely hope so, otherwise, I don't think they'll wait long before getting rid of me," she chuckled lightly.

Loki remembered the first time he heard her laugh. He had tried to make a toast and burnt himself. Her laughter sounded like a bell, and the burn was absolutely worth it.

But none of that had ever happened for her.

That Lydia had never fought against him, lost, and spat at his feet, telling him how he would never be feared and respected like Odin.

She had never tended to his wounds after a fight, even under coercion.

She had never looked at him with pity when she realized that, in turn, Loki was under someone else's influence.

She had never agreed to hear his story and had never told hers.

"What was your Nexus event?" Loki didn't think before speaking; it just came out.

"Don't you think that's too personal a question?" Lydia raised an eyebrow but decided to answer anyway. "I decided not to go to work one day; I had absurd cramps," she leaned closer, whispering and eliciting a light laugh from both of them. "I didn't think the world would change much just by not going to work for one day."

Loki tilted his head. "When was it?"

Lydia shrugged. "I don't know exactly how long ago, time is a mess here, but it was in 2012."

Loki nodded, lips pressed into a line.

That Lydia had never known him, and she had never been a causality during the New York attack.

There was a moment of silence in which she observed him, and Loki felt tiny under her gaze. It seemed like she was analyzing his soul, exposing every secret.

"Do you know me, Loki of Asgard?" Lydia tilted her head, offering a smile.

He looked at her for a second. "No."

"But did you know me?"

Loki didn't answer, lowering his gaze.

Lydia finished her coffee, placing the cup on the table and sighed before standing up. "Well, thanks for the coffee; it was delightful," she gave him a forced smile and began walking towards the exit. Loki opened his mouth, but nothing came out.

Lydia stopped after a few steps.

"For what it's worth," she turned to him, "I'd like to get to know you, Loki of Asgard."

Loki gave her a slight smile, the saddest he had ever made, and with a nod, he bid farewell to her ghost before finishing his tea and returning to work.

#fanfic #loki series #loki laufeyson #loki season 2 #loki x reader #loki #loki x reader images #loki x you #loki x y/n #tva!loki #tva!lokixreader #tva!lokixoc

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here-to-read-and-write · 1 year

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Eli in the past.

So I had to make this, because let's be honest the movie was...I can't find the words to describe it. The only good thing about it, is Eli.

"So you are telling us…That you are the son of Derek" Stile asked unsure of what reaction he should give, he was happy for his sour wolf Did he just call me him his ? and as much as he wanted to deny the pit in his stomach but he couldn't.

It may sound selfish and heartless, but Stiles wished this was all a nightmare or that the boy was maybe one of Derek's one-night stands, or that the mother died while giving birth. Unfortunately, this was all a wish from a broken heart.

"Who is your mother?" Lydia asked when she notice how silent Stiles become, and before Eli could respond the door opened.

"Dad!" Eli happily called seeing Derek at the door, "MOM!" That earned everyone's attention.

Eli throw himself at (Y/N) and Derek who just stared at each other completely clueless about what was happening.

If Stiles was feeling awful, he just wished for one of his crushes to die.

"What is going on?" Derek questioned without letting go of the child in his arms.

(Y/N) walked to Stiles putting a comforting hand on his should as she noticed his dejected expression.

When did she get here? He thought.

"You're okay?" She asked her tone soft. Like always when she talked to him.

Okay, now he felt much worse. He stood up abruptly leaving the place before any could stop him.

"Is he okay?" (Y/N) asked, and no one responded. Not even Scott. Who knew about Stiles feeling for you two.

"I will go talk to him" Scott left giving everyone an apologetic smile.

"So…Can someone explain what a kid doing in my loft, and why is he calling me dad?" Derek raised an eyebrow completely ignoring the kid that left him to hug (Y/N), and the oblivious blush on his cheek.

"Kid, I'm sorry to say this but I'm not your mother. I'm tto young to give birth." (Y/N) explain to the kid tryingto get him off her.

"Not yet, but soon" He pointed out, smiling shiply.

"So what's your name and why are you here?" (Y/N) shacked her head putting the groceries away with Derek. She decided to take things slowly and maybe understand the boy.

"I'm Eli (last name) Mieczyslaw Hale" He happily introduced himself arms spread wide, and from your chock you let the plate shatter on the ground.

"I don't believe you!" You whispered.

Eli turns your way, lifting his shirt to show a half-moon shape on the middle of his chest.

"Impossible!" You slowly walked toward him, before hesitantly tracing the mark.

"It looks just likes yours, doesn't it?" Eli asked smiling at you. You nodded silently. You didn't know what to say or if you were even capable.

"You are my child" You hugged him, tears falling down your cheeks, with the biggest smile on your face.

The half-moon shape, that looked like a burn was a symbol of your home, you pack. Unfortunately, an accident happened and they all die. You felt it as if your heart was burning more with their soul slowly leaving each one of them.

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"So you're telling me…I married two men?" (Y/N) raised an eyebrow, passing a bowl of fruit to the boy, who happily took it grinning.

Everyone had left except you and Stiles, with a promise of giving them details later, since they had school tomorrow morning. Eli had insisted that Stiles stays, and either way, he was your ride home.

"What's with the grin?" You ask, with a smile of your own, you were still not yet over the fact that you had such a beautiful kid.

"You always prepare, a bowl of fruits with some yoghurt for me and the twins. for our movie night. Each Friday." He looked down at the bowl sniffing.

"Used?" You asked worriedly about what have happened in the future.

"You fallen into coma after your saved dad from sacrificing himself" Eli wiped his tears, before giving a smile. He was obliviously trying to hide his fellings, and even if he wasn't your child yet, you hugged him burying his face in your chest.

Your motherly warmth caused all of his hidden emotions to explode. He couldn't help himself from crying, letting everything out. All the fear and all the frustration he buried for months inside of him.

You let him, until he calmed down enough to eat his fruit, and explain. With both of the men just watching you act like mother.

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"You married dad " He pointed at Derek, who was leaning against the wall, watching from a distance while the boy was still laying on your chest "You got married when you were fourth month pregnant, at that time you were already married to papa Stiles" This seems to catch all your attention, especially Stiles.

"Papa Stiles?" You titled your head.

"Yes,from I was told you had a big fight broke between you and Dad. He said some hurtful things, so you left with papa Stiles to study aboard" He hatefully glared at his dad, before turning to you with the biggest smiles "two months later you discovered you were pregnant..Papa Stiles took the opportunaty to marry you and protect you" He left your arms to go to stiles, who hugged him back with a big smile.

I married (Y/N). Stiles is over the moon biting his lips tp stop a giggle from escaping, at the thought of you two living together, with you wearing a ring, proof that you belong to him, just as how belongs to you.

Stiles didn't look much older than Eli. They looked more like brothers than a father and a son, yet your son seem to look at him with such admiration, causing Derek to clench his teeth, eyes turning slightly yellow.

"and one night he called Dad and told him about everything. He thought he deserved to know that you never cheated on him…You may guess what happened. Dad come and demanded a DNA test, and just like you expected I was his child, and you never cheated" He took some paper out of his jacket passing it to you.

The paper had your full name, with Derek's too.

"He tried to apologize but you refuse to even see his face, but papa Stiles convinced you…Few dates from here and there and you were back together just this time with Papa Stiles, by your side." Stiles was looking at Eli with so much love it warm your heart, yet broke you, you didn't want for Stiles to feel obligated to marry you just because of you been pregnant.

You wish it was his-the child-, because to be honest you always liked Stiles, yet you never dared to express those feelings, knowing well that he liked Lydia.

"What about the twins?" You questioned.

"They are my half-brother and sister, you had them from Papa Stiles" Your head snaps to Stiles, whose jaw dropped. You turned to Derek, and he give the same reaction. Not like it changed, since Eli explained that he was his son.

Oh my God, I have twins. Stiles thought.

"That doesn't explain why you're here?" You asked, and sudenly the boy got nervous.

"After you got on a coma our family start falling apart… Espacially after grandma came back." The boy buried himself in Stiles' chest.

"My mom?" Your voice cracked and your heart skipped a beat, earning you a look of worry from both men.

"She tried to make Dads divorce you, when they showed her that she already had children with both of them, she just laughed and asked them to keep us" Your grip harden around Stiles, making him pat him softly.

"I-I…I didn't know what to do, she already had everything ready, a lawyer, evidence to show that you were forced to marry them" You frowned, before softly standing.

"That's why you came here" You concluded, before wrapping your hands around him. The three of you hugged him, giving him a little comfort.

"I was in your room looking for something against her, when sudenly I was teleported here" You closed your eyes, searching in your mind before it hit you.

"Wait here!" You run to Derek's room,and few minutes later you came back with two books in hand.

"I think you were looking for those" you handed them to Eli, who opened one of them to see writings.

"What are those?" Eli asked, "Those are my journal, from when I used to live with my mom…I think it's more than enough evidance to use" Eli's eyes lit up.

"I hide them, in Derek's room since no one will think or dare to look for them there" You awkwardly laughed, looking away from Derek, who himself didn't know that something precious was hiding in his room.

"When did you put them there?" He found himself asking.

"After two weeks after we started dating" You explained going back to you previous position, stealing your son from Stiles.

You started dating Derek, giving him a chance, when you caught Stiles and Lydia kissing.

"Oh" He simply replaied.

"It's getting late, why don't we leave. We still have school tomorow" You yawned, eyes already closing.

"Can…C-Can we all sleep together?" Eli yawned too, refusing to let you go.

You three looked at each other and shrugged, but deep inside you all were excited to sleep together.

And God knows how fast you all had fallen asleep that night. All warm, with one wish, is for this moment to never end or at least last longer, so you can all graved in your heart and mind.

#teen wolf movie #teen wolf the movie #eli hale #eli hale x reader #eli x mother reader #derek x reader #hale x reader #variousxreader #xreader #x female reader #stiles stilinksi x reader #stiles x reader #xfemalereader #teenwolfseries #teen wolf x reader #teen wolf x y/n

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isuckatwritingsobenice · 9 months

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𝘽𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙁𝙖𝙡𝙡

𝙎𝙮𝙣𝙤𝙥𝙨𝙞𝙨: 𝙇𝙮𝙙𝙞𝙖 𝙃𝙖𝙧𝙜𝙧𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 60’𝙨. 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧, 𝙀𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙚, 𝙙𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙖 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙘 𝙘𝙖𝙧 𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩. 𝙉𝙤𝙬, 𝙇𝙮𝙙𝙞𝙖 𝙞𝙨 𝙪𝙣𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙖𝙩 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙛 𝙣𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙜𝙞𝙖. 𝙒𝙝𝙤 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙘𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙡 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙧𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙤.

𝙄𝙣𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙖 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩.

𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮: Stalking, Mentions of Death, Swearing, use of cigarettes, soul selling, nightmares, drinking, NSFW content

A/N: This is a fanfic i’ve had in the works for a bit, some chapters are still under editing but this will definitely be out soon! Comment to be tagged & check out the taglist for other Alastor related stories!

ੈ✩‧₊˚𝙉𝘼𝙑𝙄𝙂𝘼𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉 *ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝙈𝘼𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏*ੈ✩‧₊˚ * 𝙏𝘼𝙂𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏 ੈ✩‧₊˚

Prologue - All I could do was cry

Here Lies Elaine Richards.

1941- 1968

It’s been three weeks. Three weeks since the car accident, and three weeks since Elaine had died. Father was quick to get rid of her things, even quicker to put me in charge of the club. At night, he’d have performers of all kind sing on stage. Elaine was one of our best, and as much as I loved my dear sister, she was always so careless.

Now, the dancers are running around. Everyone is panicking.

“Elaine would’ve done this.”

“Elaine would’ve done that.”

Everyone is rushing. The band is all set. People are waiting. Tonight is it.

The first set I’ve had to do without Elaine. How do I feel normal again? My heels feel more tight than every, and for some reason my dress won’t stay in place. My nerves are running wild. This is it. The comeback.

Stepping onto the stage, the lights dim. I can hear the soft clatter of drinks and light voices. The lights refocus onto me, and I stand looking down. This is it.

Showtime.

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“So that’s her?” Alastor asks, and Elaine nods.

“Her soul is yours. All I ask is for protection.” She says, ring in hand, palm facing upwards towards him. His eyes spin like dials before a different scene of Lydia flashes before him again. This time she’s on stage, singing.

“She hasn’t fallen yet, but when she does I can assure you she’ll be the catch.” Elaine insists. Alastor’s eyes are trained on the sight in front of him, her voice.

“Hm, why she seems quite promising!” Alastor says, before he puts his hand out for a handshake. “It’s a deal then?”

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The music is soft. It’s nice.

“I heard church bells ringing, I heard a choir singing.” The words are soft, but strong. The meaning is true, and every note hits a sensitive place in my heart.

“I saw my love walk down the aisle, On her finger he placed a ring.” Looking at the crowd of people, it’s almost impossible to not feel nervous. Like the room is spinning.

“I saw them holding hands, she was standing there with my man.” The band is playing louder now, and the lights are shifting. From afar, i see a flash of a camera. Someone’s taken a picture of me.

“I heard them promise 'til death do us apart. Each word was a pain in my heart.” I prepare to sing a longer note, keeping myself steady.

“All I could do, All I could do was cry. All I could do was cry.” I sing, louder, walking around the stage now, looking at several guests. From the bar I can see the bartender, William, nodding in approval. “I was losing the man that I love.”

“And all I could do was cry”

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Nome Fanzine | Judi (1987), Humberto Garcia (1980), Ellen L Kobrin & Lydia Moon (1981)

--keep reading for poems in plain text--

McCoy by Judi

When you came to me that night so very long ago, I sensed a puzzlement, A need to know and understand… Interpret your own upwelling rush of --Dare I say it--feeling.

So I became your translator, Spock, Your standard giver and the measure against which you Calibrated your thoughts and--there, I said it again-- Feelings.

You placed me in the role of lowest common denominator. I was the pit of emotional, wallowing humanity; You were the cleanly slicing pendulum, Oftimes drawing blood with your steely sharp logic, Cutting out the dross, occasionally sparking pure metal.

You read my face and eyes, Storing information away For that longed-for instant, Hoped-for opportunity of a dream-come-true day, When you could love Jim, Somewhere other than in the black crypt of your soul.

And that moment came, No fixed date or time, It was a knowing, an awareness of a passion unchanged, unchained, Sought and claimed in the fullness of your time.

The ransom of your love set you free, But locked me in a cell of desolation, No longer sought, no longer read… No longer valued-- So I said The price of your desire--McCoy forsaken.

But chance encounter and predestination, The needs of the many enmeshed with deadly radiation, I was there and so were you, You gave all you had to give and I received all that I could hold, To keep safe and warm, Until called forth to-- Remember.

No Vulcan ritual can exorcise these tangled thoughts, Yours and mine, Of warmth and tender consolation mingled with Precisely logical explanations; Knowing this about ourselves, We can reach, love, heal and--no longer fearing-- meld.

You can say you love me, Not with voice or face or gesture, But eyes can speak, Minds can smile, Spirits can be held in loving arms Bestowing completion to our lives- And I know I am cherished and no longer forsaken. -- -- --

Lament of the Other by Lydia Moon

"Physician, heal thyself," the maxim goes. More truth has ne'er been said. No other soul Can e'er relieve me of the pain that grows As all the years demand their rightful toll. My friends believe they understand my heart. They pass the gruff exterior, and see That neath the face I show, there is a part Too vulnerable ever to set free. But even they can never know the full Extent of this great loneliness I bear. The times when I would welcome Lethe's pull. To give surcease from pain no one can share. I cannot heal myself, and so I keep My true despair inside me, buried deep.

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Sterek Fic Recs PART7 <333

i cannot believe i have read enough sterek fic to be able to make a part 7?!?! It's been over a year and between work and my social life all i do is read, read, read! (special fic recs for @singer7777 at the bottom) well here it is, sterek fic recs part 7, LETS GO

(ps. this is a long post so buckle in)

1. This Might Be Irony by thepsychicclam

38K Words // Chapters: 1/1 // Hits: 190K // COMPLETED

//MATURE//

Stiles and Derek have been close friends since the Hale siblings moved in next door after their parents' death. But Derek's in the popular group, he's a star baseball player, and he dates popular Pep Squad captain Jennifer Blake. Stiles doesn't have any of that, just his skateboard and a hopeless crush on Derek (oh yeah, and his Vote Lydia Martin Prom Queen button). As prom and the baseball state championship grow closer, Stiles and Derek start rekindling their friendship. And it all begins with two white boards.

2. But Then What... by Stoney

24K Words // Chapters: 3/3 // Hits: 182K // COMPLETED

//EXPLICIT//

Senior year is almost over, and all Stiles needs to do is keep his head down to survive. A teacher calls in a favor, leaving him stuck tutoring Derek Hale, one of the most popular jocks in school and a member of a group of douchecanoes who have bullied Stiles for years. He's someone Stiles totally hates. Totally. Like, doesn't like him even a little bit. DEFINITELY isn't attracted to him. Except that is a total lie. Fuck his life, seriously.

3. When You're Close I Feel the Sparks by Leslie_Knope

39K Words // Chapters: 4/4 // Hits: 156K // COMPLETED

//MATURE//

The guy is hot as hell, sure—leather jacket and glasses, Jesus, be still Stiles' poor, bisexual, beating heart—but more importantly, it must really suck being new on the first day of senior year. “We’re adopting him,” he decides, tugging Scott and Kira by the elbow in that direction. “Let’s go.”

4. What To Expect When You're Expecting (A Litter of Sourwolf Puppies) by Brego_Mellon_Nin

17K Words // Chapters: 1/1 // Hits: 176K // COMPLETED

//EXPLICIT//

The Sheriff sighs and plops down in a chair opposite his son. “Stiles, I’m going crazy here. We need to get you to a doctor. You sleep like you’re trying to get into the Guinness Book of World Records, and your eating habits are bizarre! You vomit around the clock and for some reason only the tea your mother used when she was pregnant will get your stomach to settle down for any length of time. Is there something you aren’t telling me? Can werewolves get guys pregnant? I’ve noticed how you look at that Hale kid-” Stiles meeps and flails, sloshing tea down his front. Luckily it’s not scalding anymore, but still hot, so he jumps up and wrenches his shirt off. “God, dad, no! Guys can’t get pregnant, that’s ridiculous, it’s like...” “Like werewolves being real?” his dad questions, deadpan.

5. More Than Biology by DiscontentedWinter

45K Words // Chapters: 13/13 // Hits: 60K // COMPLETED

//EXPLICIT//

Stiles is a teenaged, unmated omega whose sixteenth birthday is fast approaching. Derek is the beta who loves him, and promises to claim him. And then it all goes to hell.

SPECIAL FIC RECS:

1. The Soul Knows What the Heart Wants by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

163K Words // Chapters: 9/9 // Hits: 74K // COMPLETED

//MATURE//

“Holy—shit,” Stiles breathed, Bacon stopping in what he was doing, still staring at him intently, as if begging him to understand, for someone to finally understand. Stiles felt like he’d been electrocuted and he leapt out of his chair, kneeling in front of Bacon and grabbing at his furry face. “Holy shit! Oh my God, are you—wait, holy—you’re not fucking with me, right?!” Bacon let out two quick barks, which Stiles chose to interpret as ‘no.’ “Oh my God, are you a real person in there?!” Stiles shouted in the wolf’s face, staring him right in the eye. He was still holding the wolf’s head with both hands, but Bacon dipped his muzzle in confirmation and Stiles officially lost his mind. “Oh my God!” he shouted again, releasing Bacon to clutch at his own hair. “Oh my God! Dude, for real?! You’re—holy shit! Holy shit!” He didn’t know how to react to this news. He had no fucking idea how to react. This was a person?! But how?! How was this a person?! People didn’t just turn into wolves!

2. Whisper Through the Din by HyperLittleNori (Shiguresan)

38K Words // Chapters: 4/4 // Hits: 11K // COMPLETED

//EXPLICIT//

He wasn’t good at knowing the best thing to say, knowing how to comfort someone. He never had been. That had always been his mom or Laura. He thought of them then, of his mom’s warm eyes and Laura’s thoughtful expression. He remembered that night she’d tucked him into the Camaro, smoke still clinging to their hair and clothes, remembered what she’d said and he thought those words would stick with him until the day he died. He watched Stiles for a long heartbeat; his own head slightly cocked as he listened to Stiles’s heart simmer back from the enraged crescendo it’d worked itself into. When it settled back to something sad and steady, like the vibration on a string instrument, Derek offered an uncertain echo of Laura’s words. “We’ll work this out, Stiles.”

3. This isn’t the OK!Cupid I thought I was signing up for by changez

21K Words // Chapters: 12/12 // Hits: 8K // COMPLETED

//MATURE//

Stiles and Scott are enjoying their relatively quiet life on the East Coast, but everything is turned upside down by the appearance of a very familiar black wolf stalking the nearby woods. A lone hunter forces Derek to make a last second decision to give Stiles the bite to save his life, but the circumstances bring a seemingly fairytale legend to reality. Derek feels remorse for what he’s done to Stiles, but before he can make amends, he’s captured. Stiles will have to come to terms with more than just the bite before it’s too late.

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Glitter Roots Fic Snippet

✨Glitter Roots✨<- // I started this in January and it didn't do well, I wrote way too much, so I'm spamming it. Sorry.

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Rate: PG | Sunshine x Sunny | Tooth Rot Fluff + Comfort

Reader/MC has Dissociative Identity Disorder

Glitter Roots is a prequel to 'The Imposter' from Shiny's perspective. Expecting to work with Sun and Moon in the theater, Shiny is disappointed that they were locked away in Parts and Service.

Shiny's existence is based on external validation and performing for others, essential for survival as a child but a hindrance as an adult. They pour their heart and soul into the daycare and the well-being of Sun/Moon, regardless of their own needs. Sun/Moon struggle with the memories of the reprogramming and virus but learn how to be a person again while sprouting a relationship with their new handler/assistant.

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Meeting Sunny:

“SUNNY!” They exclaimed like a child, running up to him and dropping everything that they were doing with the technician.

Sun startled at the noise but eagerly stood up to greet them. “Hello! WOW. Your outfit? It’s exciting!” He pressed his hands against the glass. “Are you from the daycare?” He tapped his fingers on the glass nervously.

“I’m going to be at the daycare. It’s my first day! And then I went and talked to my boss, Lydia about what I’d be working on and she said that I’d be working mostly with you because she said that I remind her of her daughter and she said that we’d be good working together. Maybe her daughter is good with kids, she didn’t want to talk about it. You know her? Or remember her, I mean. She said she worked at the daycare before it closed down. Now it’s opening again and…”

Shiny had to stop to take a large breath. You’re talking too much. Too excited again. Stop. Stop it. That didn’t stop their mouth from running. “I have been waiting to meet you for so long. I used to watch you perform back when you did theater! You were amazing!”

Sun put up a finger, to try and wedge his way into the one-sided conversation but failed.

“You can call me Sunshine. Lydia said we could put nicknames on our pins for the kids and I thought that was awesome! My friends used to call me Sunshine at summer camp! I wanted to keep it since it’s less serious and I thought it’d be cute. Actually, maybe I should have asked you first? Is that okay? I hope that’s okay! I should stop talking. Sorry. Talking. I’m talking more… It’s good to meet you. I hope we can hang out sometime!”

“Ho-Ho Ho! Aren’t you quite the chaaaatterbox! You say you’re in summer caaaaamp?! That sounds like so much fun! How old are you, little superstar? You look so tiny!”

Sunshine immediately lost all the charisma they had built up, so much so that Sun flinched at the sudden change in expression and tone. “I’m old enough to have a job… I like what I like and age shouldn’t matter… I heard you’re not a fan of adults either. I hope it’s not a bad thing.”

“Wow, really?” He cocked his head, though there was a noticeable change in his demeanor. “I can’t tell with the face paint.” He didn’t say whether it was alright or if he liked it… now that Shiny was thinking about it, he didn’t say if their name was alright either. They weren’t making a good impression with anyone…

Sunshine: …I gotta fix it. It can’t end like this, they’ll take over and I’ll lose everything again. I can’t go BACK. This has to work so they can’t get mad at me.

If Sun didn’t like it then they could tone it down! Lydia seemed to think it was too much. The little kids liked it… Sunshine started analyzing everyone’s reactions during the day. Maybe their other was right, they weren’t cut out for this. They quit their only job, their safety net, and took a risk on a stupid dream-. “I’m glad you can’t tell. That’s good.”

“Did you do face painting today?” Sun tilted his head, tapping the glass. “I would have loved that! Who painted you? Did Lydia?”

Sunshine winced, their voice had gotten much weaker. “I uh… did it before coming over. I figured it was okay because… kids… daycare.”

“It looks so happy! Like flower freckles!” He chuckled. “It matches the clips in your hair. I bet the kids liked it. It reminds me of the theater costumes we used to have! Ah, memories…” It sounded like it was sad nostalgia.

“Lydia got a little upset about it since the kids wanted to face paint too… I had to promise to not do it on days when we’re not painting. That’s my bad. I don’t think before doing things… I wanted it to be extra special. I really really really want to make this job work.” They closed their fists and and shook them to punctuate their words. They needed to be liked. They needed this job. They needed friends and have people depend on them.

They couldn’t go BACK.

“I do remember Lydia! She is one of the nicer staff. I didn’t mind working with her… She’s such a nice granny. Do you know when I’m scheduled to get out? I have been very good. They say I’m all better now! Healthy! Tip top shape.”

Sunshine frowned. “I - uh - don’t… Actually, I’m not supposed to really be here. I came down after work… and the technicians are ignoring me right now so I think it’s okay?” Behind them were the technicians tolling away at some service bots, unbothered by Sunshine hanging around.

“Rulebreaker.” He gasped.

“Not really. See, I got a pass!” They showed Sun their security badge. “My workday ended and I just came here because Lydia said that you were here and I really wanted to see you. I’ve always wanted to work with kids and never got the opportunity to apply.”

“Juuuust because you have the means, does not mean that it is right.” Sunny crossed his arms and looked away dramatically, then he completely dropped the act and leaned down to be face to face with them and whisper, “I am glad you visited though. It’s been a while since I’ve talk talk TALKED with someone new. You look like a rainbow threw up on you!” He giggled. “You must like color a lot.” Sunny prompted them, trying to continue the conversation. He probably was just as attention starved as Sunshine was.

But he didn’t like it, did he?

“I do.” Sunshine was afraid they were going to slip from being out again. If there was one thing their other fed off of it was insecurity and doubt, and they could get a full meal out of something as small as this.

Other: Did you put this shit in our hair again? Oh man, where are we? Are you playing dress up? Are we out in public looking like a clown?! Against their will, Sunshine began to take the pins out of their hair. It was a losing the battle. As they lowered the head to pull the clips out, the light caught on the glitter roots.

Sun gasped. “You got glitter glue all up in your hair!”

Sunshine was shaking a little. People liked it though, right? They made people smile today and the kids seemed to like it… “Oh. I did that on purpose. It’s hair gel mixed with glitter. It’s a trend.. Or it was…” That was a scary thought too; it was a trend eight years ago and yet they remembered seeing it like yesterday. “I saw it online and I thought it’d be cool to try. It’ll wash out… and its biodegradable. Team Mother Earth! Haha…” Sunshine cleared their throat, pulling another clip out.

“No no no! I’m sorry, new friend! It looked good! I haven’t seen a person that colorful before. You look like a little fairy. Heh!”

“I realize now that I overdid it…” Sunshine was getting self-conscious, a foreign feeling.

“You look perfect for the daycare! Don’t listen to the sticks in the mud! I’m sure the kids loved it! Avant garde! Inspired! You look like arts and craaaaafts.” Sun sang as he spun his rays. “That’d be great at parties - we should play dress up with the kids sometime to do plays! I’d love that! We should definitely do that.”

“I want the party on the inside to match the party on the outside.” Sunshine was gaining their confidence back, if only a little. “I hope, uhm, we get along when you come back out.”

Sun clapped his hands. “We shall see! I’m so excited to see the kids again! We’re going to have so much FUN! We should add face painting sometimes! I miss fingerpainting. My ballpit! It’s still there?”

“It is!” Sunshine suddenly jumped, remembering something important. “Here! I wanted to give you something anyway. I got this for you because it’s my first day and I figured ‘Hey, this would be cool! Maybe he’d like it as a welcome present back to the daycare.’ I used to watch you do theater before and it really helped get me through some dark times. That’s pretty much the reason I wanted to start working here is because I wanted -.” They took a much needed deep breath. “Sorry. I meant to say: I got you this.”

Shiny lifted up a little party bag they had prepared and impatiently waited all day to give to him. 💖

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Well I can't stop thinking about if Apple's Spirited was actually done on Broadway with Broadway actors so have a fancast

Disclaimer: This is literally just actors I like and know are currently active. There is very little thought put into this beside "ooo I love this voice and think it would fit the role p well." Feel free to dispute and brainstorm further in the reblogs/tags, but like there is genuinely 4% thought put into this, lmao.

Present (Will Farrell) - Jonathan Groff

The heart and soul of the show. Requires strong acting, strong vocals, and a stunning sense of humor. Honestly maybe this is just me being a simp but like I fully think he would have a gotdamn blast dressed up in Scrooge makeup for the 1800s scene and no one can convince me otherwise.

Clint Briggs (Ryan Reynolds) - Jeremy Jordan

This is it, the entire reason I made this fan cast. Just. Imagine Jeremy Jordan singing Bringin' Back Christmas. The same energy as Ready As I'll Ever Be, and also as The World Will Know from Newsies??? Like, that's barely anything, and he's perfect.

Kimberly (Octavia Spencer) - Khaila Anyé Wilcoxon

Yeah okay I did sadly feel like I needed to slightly de-age Kimberly to match the younger form of Present; my original casting was NaTasha Yvette Williams and she would still slay this so hard, but like. Consistency, ya know? And besides, Khaila is STUNNING, fr; her performance as Catherine of Aragon is a testament to her skills alone, but if you want proof of her ability to sing gently as well as to Belt Like All Hell as she does in Six, then I will just direct you kindly to her role as one of the Fates in Hadestown; girl SLAYS! (Alternate pick: Renée Elise Goldsberry, because I can just HEAR her sing these songs.)

Jacob Marley (Patrick Page) - Patrick Page

I mean. Come on. Even if he hadn't played this role already, he originated Hades in Hadestown. No one can top this guy.

Past (Sunita Mani) - Solea Pfeiffer

Hadestown haunts the cast again, but like, come on. She's so good, no one can tell me no.

Yet-to-Come (Tracy Morgan) - Michael James Scott

IDK something about his energy as Genie just translates really well to this role to me. (Alternatively, the Beetlejuice energy of Alex Brightman would give a REALLY fun twist to it, especially if the director decided to lean into YTC as a comic relief character, but the energy is just off enough I wanna stick to the source material for now.)

Wren (Marlow Barkley) - Isabella Esler

Okay to be completely honest am I pretty much just pulling a random Lydia Deets out of a hat since they're like the only consistent kid actresses I can find? Maybe, lmao. That said, having heard her sing, she's GOOD fam! I think she could pull Wren really well!

Owen (Joe Tippett) - Justin Collette

Okay, so once again, he happens to be a Beetlejuice star, but the vibe check here really comes from his role in School of Rock! It's the same sort of offbeat-person-with-a-heart-of-gold vibe as Owen has in the movie, and like with him also playing the Beetlejuice to Isabella's Lydia, I think they'd do great as dad and daughter on stage. Alternatively, Will Burton (who played Adam in the same cast) would also be a great pick, but gives off some more panicky vibes that I don't feel are as great of a match to Owen.

Carrie (Andrea Anders) - Michaela Diamond

If you've seen her video on her favorite song from NYT, you Know the vibes.

Anyway that's my brainrot for the year thank you and enjoy—

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Old School X is a project interviewing X-Files fanfic authors who were posting fic during the original run of the show. New interviews are posted on Tuesdays.

Interview with Lydia Bower

Lydia Bower has written some true classic X-Files fics. Do yourself a favor and dig into her collection! She has 29 stories at Gossamer and 35 stories at AO3.

Does it surprise you that people are still interested in reading your X-Files fanfics and others that were posted during the original run of the show (1993-2002)?

Actually, yes, it does. With AO3 becoming the premiere spot for fanfic (rightfully so, by the way) I assumed most of the newer fans were unaware of the Gossamer Archive and the few other sites still available for the older fics. So I was delighted to come back into the fandom and see folks reccing a lot of the classics.

What do you think of when you think about your X-Files fandom experience? What did you take away from it?

I remember how incredible it felt when I initially found people who got me, who were just as stupidly invested in this weird little TV show as I was. It was like nothing else I’d ever experienced. There were message boards and newsgroup lists and email lists; anything you wanted to talk about, you could find a place to do it. I loved the post-episode discussions and would spend hours at that. We had a week (or months) between episodes, so nothing went undissected. We were all very, um, focused. Yeah, focused is as good a word as any.

And then the fanfic started showing up. That was it for me; I was all in. I can still remember going first to Vincent’s archive and it was like achieving a state of nirvana. The heavens opened up, the birds began to sing, and all was right with the world.

What did I take away from it? More friendships and good memories than I can count. That’s something I’ll carry with me for the rest of my days. Oh, and the two best imaginary friends a person can have: Mulder and Scully. I carry them too, etched indelibly on my being.

Social media didn't really exist during the show's original run. How were you most involved with the X-Files online (atxc, message board, email mailing list, etc.)?

I was involved with all of it in the beginning. I bounced from newsgroups to mailing lists to message boards to web sites. Around the 5th or 6th season it got to be a bit much since I was also doing a lot of writing then, so I narrowed things down and got the majority of my fix from The Haven message board and the smaller Primal Screamers email group.

What did you take away from your experience with X-Files fic or with the fandom in general?

As I said before, the friendships and the good times with fellow Philes. I also took away a better sense of who I am as a writer and how to use that to hone my skills. I learned how to look at media as a whole with a more critical and analytical eye and to dig beneath the surface of what I was consuming. I learned how to better express myself and maintain a cool head while in the midst of a fiery discussion. I became more confident of who I am and the worth of my opinions. I finished growing up, basically. Most of all, I learned how to just let go and enjoy being a fan of something so incredible that still connects with people almost 30 years later. That’s a legacy to be proud of.

What was it that got you hooked on the X-Files as a show?

I’ve always been drawn to the paranormal and the strange, and when I caught an ad for TXF, I made sure to tune in. The Pilot itself was enough to hook me. It was creepy and a little scary and the two leads were incredibly smart. It didn’t hurt that they were also good-looking and had smoking hot chemistry. Like the kind that jumps in through your eyeballs and settles into a low boil somewhere below the waist.

The final act of my undoing came with the episode Conduit. By the end of it I knew the show had a firm grip on my soul. Mulder captured my heart that night, too. He still has it. He’s one of a very small handful of characters I’ve encountered over the years that I just get, at a bone-deep level I can’t even begin to explain. I am him and he is me.

What got you involved with X-Files fanfic?

I’d been writing fanfic since the mid-80s but hit the proverbial wall that is writer’s block right around the time the show premiered. I wanted to write TXF fanfic from the start, but the muse wasn’t having it. She reappeared not long after The Field Where I Died first aired. I hopped around on the web a bit and found much wailing and gnashing of teeth on the shipper front. The muse decided we needed to give my fellow shippers something to make them feel better and give them a bit of hope. So I wrote Games. And the rest is history.

What is your relationship like now to X-Files fandom?

I reacquainted myself with it earlier this year after an extended absence. I walked away from the show and the fandom after my utter disappointment with the direction the show took after the 7th season. I just couldn’t choke down what TPTB were trying to feed me in S8, and completely tuned out of S9 (with the exception of the finale). I saw IWTB a couple years after it was released in theaters and watched the revival, too. Sadly, nothing I saw there made me want to dive back in. Then one night this past spring I was poking around for something to watch and caught Paper Hearts on a broadcast channel. That was all it took. That feeling I thought I’d lost came roaring back and I settled in for a complete S1-7 rewatch. I poked around looking for a spot to call home and came back to my safe place on Tumblr.

I’m neck-deep now, for however long that feeling lasts, and devoting a lot of my free time (again) to this weird little show about aliens and monsters and two people who love each other dearly. And I’m writing fanfic again - after another bout of writer’s block that lasted almost seven years.

Were you involved with any fandoms after the X-Files? If so, what was it like compared to X-Files?

I got pretty deeply involved with the Game of Thrones fandom when the show began. I was already a fan of George R.R. Martin’s A Song of Fire and Ice book series and liked what I saw the first few years. I wrote several fanfics in the ASOIAF universe, and I’m still involved, but only from the perspective of a book fan. The show went too far off the rails toward the end of its run and killed my love for it.

Compared to TXF, I think it’s a much more segmented fandom. There are several small groups built around dozens of characters there, instead of what I see in TXF fanbase as a larger, more inclusive community. I think it’s safe to say we’re all here for Mulder & Scully in one respect or another. The other characters get their share of love too, but it’s the MSR that draws us in and helps keep us here. Other than that, fangirling is fangirling. You find your tribe and take it from there.

Who are some of your favorite fictional characters? Why?

Well, let’s start with Fox Mulder, with the why of it being what I tried to explain earlier. Dana Scully, because I want to be her when I grow up, but without all the emotional and physical damage she had to endure. I’m also a fan of Sandor Clegane from ASOIAF. Stu Redman from Stephen King’s The Stand. Kevin Garvey and Nora Durst from the HBO show The Leftovers. Olivia Dunham and the Bishops from Fringe. The Three Musketeers that make up the core group of the TV show Evil. I could go on, but I don’t want to bore you. Suffice to say I’m drawn to characters who are complex, damaged, and deeply flawed, but are trying their best to do the right thing and who are ultimately perfectly imperfect human beings.

Do you ever still watch The X-Files or think about Mulder and Scully?

At present, every day. I’m very much back in over my head right now. If I’m not watching it, I’m writing about it, or talking about it. I don’t know how to obsess just a little bit when it comes to TXF and Moose and Squirrel.

Do you ever still read X-Files fic? Fic in another fandom?

Absolutely! It’s almost overwhelming how much fanfic I have to catch up on, let alone the new fics being posted daily; and all that while trying to reread some of my old favorites on Gossamer and the other OG archives. I don’t have time to read fanfics in other fandoms right now. Maybe someday.

Do you have any favorite X-Files fanfic stories or authors?

How much room do you have for this? <g> Okay, in no particular order and no doubt forgetting some folks, I’ll read anything by these OG authors: Karen Rasch, Terma99, Nascent, Jill Selby, Madeleine Partous, Meredith, Kipler, MCA, Anne Haynes (Paula Graves), Penumbra (@mashnotesofthemythopoeic), Rachel Anton, Joyce McKibben, Tim Scott, Darwin_xf (@darwin-xf), Suzanne Schramm, Prufrock’s Love, Sue Barringer, Mustang Sally, Rivkat, Dianora, Plausible Deniability, A.I. Irving, Rachel Howard, MD1016, Punk Maneuverability (@seepunkrun), bugs, Dasha K (@dashakay), Khyber, Blackwood, and OneMillionAndNine.

As far as new to me authors (OG or not), these folks are also talented wordsmiths: leiascully (@leiascully), Aloysia_Virgata (@aloysiavirgata), audries, and lepusarcticus (@lepus-arcticus). I’m sure there are more great authors out there, but I haven’t had as much time as I’d like to dig into the newer stuff on AO3.

What is your favorite of your own fics, X-Files and/or otherwise?

TXF: Pass You By, Light Don’t Sleep, Red Letter Day, Primal Sympathy, In the Ruins, Dance Without Sleeping, and Incomplete. I’ll stop there but please understand that they’re all my babies and I love them equally. I’m also very fond of the Let Everything Happen to You series I recently completed.

ASOIAF: These Scars We Wear, The Calling, Beggar’s Banquet.

Do you think you'll ever write another X-Files story? Or dust off and post an oldie that for whatever reason never made it online?

I’m doing both. I’ve written and posted 10 new fanfics since I came back into the fold and I’m working on another one right now. I also have a casefile WIP I’m struggling with that I began during the early part of S4 and set aside when the cancer arc reared its head.

I’m also in the process of bringing all my older stuff from Gossamer and my defunct website over to AO3. I think I still have 2 or 3 shorter pieces still to be moved and one post-Fight the Future fic I wrote that’s lost somewhere on the net. If anyone has a copy of my fanfic titled Shift laying around, please give me a holler! [Lilydale note: Fic found! I had a copy and sent it to Lydia.]

Do you still write fic now? Or other creative work?

See above!

Where do you get ideas for stories?

From the ether. Seriously. Something, whether it be a line of dialogue, a question, an image, or a scene, will just pop into my head and demand my time. I’ve written 6,000-word fanfics just to slip in a single line. I don’t know how the muse works or why; I’m just along for the ride.

What's the story behind your pen name?

I always published under my own name until I set up my AO3 account. I went with wonderland there because I’m like Alice when I’m writing: I fall down the rabbit hole into Wonderland and enter a different reality.

Do your friends and family know about your fic and, if so, what have been their reactions?

Yeah, they know I write it but not where to find it. Though I suppose a Google search would make it easy enough to locate. My family and friends have always been supportive of my writing, albeit confused that I’ve chosen to write fanfic instead of “real” fiction. Yeah, I know.

Is there a place online (tumblr, twitter, AO3, etc.) where people can find you and/or your stories now?

wonderland on AO3

@amplifyme on Tumblr

amplifyme271 on the bird app

Lydia Bower everywhere else

Thanks for your invitation, Lilydale, this was fun!

#new post #old school x #xfiles fanfic #xf fanfic #lydia bower

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justwearthegoddamncardigan · 1 year

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Hi everyone, I'm Rin, welcome!

I'm a multifandom writer and you can send requests for headcanons, fics, etc. I can write for ships but currently I’m mainly doing x readers (no smut)

I'm also currently in school, so please be kind if I don't respond for a bit :) I wrote this when I started my blog, now it's more like please accept the most heightened sorrow and apologetic energy I'm sending you because fics are coming many months after request

Besides writing this is mainly a maze runner blog, plus whatever else I decide to put on it - at this stage likely to be stranger things, the artful dodger, the marauders, and the umbrella academy

Tags: #my writing (just fics), #rin's saved (my fav posts of all time), #asks, #not fic (any non-fic posts)

Fandoms I write for (+ masterlist):

My personal favs: ✩, my most popular: ❀

(gn) = gender neutral reader, (f) = fem, (m) = masc

THE MAZE RUNNER

Newt

Come back to me: Part 1 & Part 2 (gn) All in two days: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 (gn) ✩ You're my favourite: Part 1 & Part 2 (gn) Tides (f) Play me something? (m) ❀ Strawberry kisses (f) Angel boy & Perfect without (gn) Soul sister (f) The night we met (gn)

Thomas

✩ Invisible string (f) Calm and Storm (f) Intertwined (f) Thomas Relationship Headcanons (gn) Something I Need (f)

Minho

Love your touches (not in a weird way) (f) Classic (f) Just cuddles and kisses (f) ✩ Real or not real (f) First date (gn) ✩ Teenage dream (f)

Gally

Scars (gn)

Aris

It's you and me (f)

Everyone (platonic)

The Heart (gn) Shields: Part 1 & ✩ Part 2 (f) ✩ Hope (f) Born to run (f) ✩ Look after each other for me (f) ✩ Yellow painted skies (m) ✩ Everyone loves Y/n (gn)

TEEN WOLF

Stiles Stilinski

New kids

Allison Argent

Lydia Martin

Kira Yukimura

HARRY POTTER (main cast and marauders)

George Weasley

It's a love story (f)

THE QUEEN'S GAMBIT

Beth Harmon

My girl (f)

Benny Watts

THE ARTFUL DODGER

Jack Dawkins

Belle Fox

THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY

Five Hargreeves (note that his age is a bit fiddly, so fics will be set a) before he jumps forward, b) in an AU where he never jumps, or c) the time he spent in the apocalypse will be reduced. also depends on whether requests specify reader's age range)

MARVEL

Peter Parker (tasm or mcu -verse)

Bucky Barnes

Wanda Maximoff

Natasha Romanoff

If you're looking for any fandom/character that's not on this list just send an ask and I'll see if I know it well enough to write it

Requests are open!!

#the maze runner #teen wolf #harry potter #marauders #the queen's gambit #voltron #the artful dodger #the umbrella academy #marvel #avengers

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alexanderlightweight · 1 year

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I would really love more of the deruned AU, like how does the new rune that ties Alec to Magnus affect him? How possessive are they are of each other? Does it activate when someone comes after Alec [his siblings, clary, the circle, etc?]

Thanks @fallenqueen2 for the prompt, I do love this fic so I enjoy writing for it. Hope you enjoy!

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Alec wakes and for the first time since his deruning; he doesn’t want to throw himself off Magnus balcony.

He feels whole again but raw, like all of his aching scars have been reopened and then healed.

Like a piece of his soul is no longer missing.

“There you are darling, look at those gorgeous eyes, finally open.”

Alec blinks up at Magnus. The smile that he normally manages for Magnus curls easily across his face.

“Hi.” He whispers, voice hoarse and throat sore.

“Hello Alexander, I’m so glad you’re awake.” Magnus tells him, like Alec being awake is a blessing, not a burden.

“Magnus.” He rasps and then he’s being hushed, his head raised as a straw is guided to his lips.

He tries to drink slowly, but his thirst is overwhelming and it isn’t until he finally finishes and is let back down that he notices the taste.

“Potion?” He asks quietly, enjoying how his throat no longer feels bruised. It’s the best he’s felt since his deruning.

“A little bit more than just a potion.” Magnus murmurs but Alec doesn’t understand.

“Here darling, let me sit you up.”

Magnus is gentle as he guides Alec up and even gentler as summons a mirror and uses magic to dangle it in the air.

“I, Magnus. I don’t understand.” Alec admits helplessly as he looks at his own reflection and he lets himself go limp.

Collapsing against Magnus.

Trusting him entirely.

—

Magnus gives a soft croon as Alexander melts into him and holds him tighter, his chin hooked over Alec’s shoulder.

“You gave yourself to me, darling. So I took you, and I found a way to keep you.” Magnus summons the old stele Jem gifted him and lets Alexander see the red glow.

His boy is startled, but not afraid.

“Very few alive know this, but I am of Asmodeus’ line. His defiled and divine blood flows in my veins and I have a power very few others do.” Magnus twirls the stele and very slowly, presses it to Alexander’s hand.

“The runes you bear will no longer be angelic. But they will still protect you, aid you, enhance you.” Magnus takes a slow, even breath and adds, “they bind you to me. Tie your soul to mine, since your tether to Raziel shattered.”

“Why would you—“ Alec starts and in the mirror, he looks so very lost. “Magnus, I drove you away. I was going to marry Lydia, all to keep my parents and the Clave happy. I don’t understand, how can you still want me?” And then with a soft, broken noise that Magnus never wants to hear again he adds, “I don’t know why you ever did.”

Magnus’ heart breaks and he stores away the mirror and stele and carefully lays them both on their sides.

“Sweetheart, I’ve never needed a reason to want you. But if I must, you’re a vision to behold. You took my breath away, quite literally. You came to my aid, helped protect my people and gave me your own strength even though the problem wasn’t yours. You tried to clean my home so I wouldn’t use more magic and trusted me enough to drink and sleep in my lair. You’ve fought every single instinct and horrible thought the Clave has drilled into your mind, and you’ve protected your family to the detriment of yourself.

“Alexander, how could I not want you?”

Magnus asks, his sincere honesty conveyed through his tone and words. Magnus is genuinely curious about who wouldn’t want Alexander. It’s both baffling and infuriating.

—though a dark part of Magnus is viciously satisfied that he is the one who has Alexander—

Alexander looks lost, as if Magnus’ answer is outside the realm of possibilities he’s considered.

As if it’s impossible him to see the good in himself without Magnus explaining it.

“You’re a precious existence, Alexsnder. A treasure the Clave is going to regret throwing away. But I—“ and here Magnus leans closer, closing his eyes and letting their breath mingle as their brows touch. “I will never throw you away. I will never let you go. You belong to me now, darling. And I protect and cherish what is mine.”

Alexander sobs against him; relief shuddering through his heaving gasps as he curls closer to Magnus.

“Magnus, what do I do?” He whispers, later, when he’s cried himself dry.

Magnus stokes through his hair gently, “well, you heal up.” He kisses Alexander’s cheek carefully. Alec turns his cheek up, asking for another and Magnus obliges happily.

“When you’re well enough, we’ll work together. See how the new runes affect you.”

“I, even if I’m runed againZ I’m no longer a shadowhunter.” Alec gives a shake of his head, “I can’t be. Not after what they did. Even if they wanted me back, I won’t go back.”

“And you won’t be. I would never let them take you back.” Magnus promises, and then in an attempt at levity. “I happen to be in possession of a lovely club that can always use a handsome, intimidating bouncer.”

It earns him a little scoff of laughter.

“More seriously, I understand if you need something to do. But I’d rather you recover, safe by my side. At least until this mess with Balentine is over. Take a break, Alexander. Heal, here with me. Be protected by me and protect me in turn. Stay by my side.”

—Magnus doesn’t add, worship me, love me, adore me, that will come later—

Alexander looks at him in awe, like Magnus is too much for him to handle, but in a good way.

And Magnus falls the rest of the way in love, but it’s fine, because Alexander won’t leave him.

He can’t.

—

Magnus is floating in a cloud of euphoria as he sets up dinner. Alexander is awake, alert and even —if hesitantly— asking for food.

The bond to Magnus is healing him —claiming him— and Alexander is thriving with the new connection.

And then for a moment it comes crashing down.

“Izzy and Jace.” Alec asks him quietly from the doorway. “Have you seen them?”

Magnus raises a brow at him and then finally, carefully nods.

“They’re alive?”

He nods again.

Alexander looks like he’s afraid to ask the next question, but he has to.

“Were they, did the Clave—“ Alec bites his lip, hesitating.

And Magnus, Magnus shakes his head. Whatever punishment they received, was a mere slap on the wrist compared to Alexander.

Alexander looks wrecked. The part of him that hatefully loves them is relieved, but the part of him that resents only grows.

“Can you, can you make it so they can’t find the loft?” Alexander asks cautiously, carefully, like he’s worried he’s asking too much.

“Oh, sweet boy.” Magnus finds himself saying and he crosses the room to cup Alexander’s jaw. “I already moved the loft and made it unreachable, as soon as I found you. I also denied them the privilege of my continued services. They can no longer afford my fees.”

Alexander frowns, “fees? Oh, they said they had worked it out with you. I figured they were giving you more of your stuff back. Did they run out of it?”

Magnus blinks in astonishment and throws back his head in a mirthless laugh.

“I shouldn’t be surprised,” he finally says when he’s done. He’s angry, on his own behalf but more importantly, on Alexander’s bewildered behalf. “Darling, the necklace is the only physical payment I received.” He rests a palm over Alexander’s heart. “There was no other deal. The unspoken payment for my services was filled by the pleasure of your presence.”

Alexander looks surprised, like he honestly never guessed the reason Magnus was so generous with his time and abilities.

Magnus thought Alexander was playing hard to get at first, but now, after the horrible self-esteem and awareness Alec revealed earlier, he knows better.

“The important thing,” Magnus stresses as he places a covetous hand on the small of Alexander’s back. “Is that they are no longer welcome here. And that they will not be finding their persistent way here, no matter what.”

Magnus guides him to the table and pulls out a chair with magic, ushering a bemused Alec into it.

“Now then, something simple.” Magnus says and snaps his fingers.

And Alexander looks at the table and then he smiles, small and real.

“Simple?” He asks, a soft tease for the nearly overladen tables of soups and soft foods Magnus prepared.

Magnus smirks and sits, his feet capturing one of Alec’s ankles, keeping them physically connected as well.

“You’ll find, Alexander. That this is quite tame. You’ll get used to it.” Magnus winks and begins portioning his own food.

Alexander watches for a moment and then follows Magnus' choices. “I’d like that.” He almost whispers and Magnus feels a thrill.

He did that.

He made Alexander look forward to another day alive, and Magnus will continue to do so, forever.

#shadowhunters #magnus bane #alec lightwood #immortal husbands #deruned au #prompt fill #prompt ask #prompt fic #writing wednesdays #writing wednesday #malec #lumine writes #my fics #my fanfics #my ficlets #words are a weapon and i do with them what i can

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wings-of-sapphire · 2 months

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ANNY ANNY OHMIGOSH

LIVE CHAPTER 16 REACTION

GO CHECK OUT @annymation’s “KINGDOM OF WISHES” REWRITE

(Spoiler warning for Wish and ig some Hazbin Hotel and The Owl House too since I reference them)

(Regular warning bc MATE THIS IS LONG AS FUCK)

(Oh also swear warning)

That gif of Magnifico in the beginning looks way too adorable to be a psychopath

SCREAMS YES instead of “ow my chest has heartburn” I NEED THE GUT-WRENCHING SCREAMS

LIKE VAGGIE HAVING HER WINGS RIPPED OFF SCREAMS

UGH he’s evil but he loves his wife

WAIT IS HE GONNA BRAINWASH HER INTO BEING A PRINCESS

DRAWING YES IS IT GONNA BE THE MAGIC CARPET

Oh bubbles that works too (also irony)

Imma trust that Valentino made it in a bubble too bc YOU ARE NOT killing off the animal sidekick okay I would rather Magmaya win than Val be killed

YES BABY IS OKAY

Man Dahlia you gonna leave your mother behind?

”ANOTHER PERSON I LOVE” YES GIVE US THAT CONFESSION ASHA

Disney Channel

It’s giving Onward

OOH or Frozen yk Elsa and the staircase scene

NOOO ASTER BABY

“Love of his life” DAM YOU ANNY WHY MAKE OUR BOY SUFFER

Amaya is channeling her inner Gothel rn

Ooh I love Lydia the Bard!

ARGH THEY’RE EVIL BUT THEY LOVE EACH OTHER

Mysterious language? Star dialect?

”Last star I see tonight” ANNY

AHAKSJAKS THIS IN A MINOR KEY

ASTER BABY THE SCREAMS

Oh so they’re becoming Stars interesting

CALLING HER A WITCH OUTRIGHT

Dam Eris was one of my first fictional crushes (bisexual ass) so now I’m wondering if Amaya should be one too

”Hate but also love” it’s giving “Out For Love” by Carmilla

But Magmaya is out for love too… SHEJWJSKJS COUPLE GOALS IF THEY WEREN’T MENTALLY DERANGED

SINGING AT THE SAME TIME >>>>>

THE TROPE EVER

LIKE A MADRIGAL BUT SAME VIBES

Noooo Aster

Hey orchestra of stars above where the heck are you

Aster I love you but they have no humanity left

HE’S DYING ASHA GIVE HIM THE TRUE LOVE’S KISS

YOU BOTH CONFESSED MAKE IT BEAUTY AND THE BEAST

Yikes Amaya you’re usually the brains now you’re choosing to spare her?

Ig since you’re in love it would be torture for you but cmon girl

FUCKING “I LOVE YOU” NO WHERE’S THE FUCKING MAGIC OF TRUE LOVE WHY IS HE NOT REVIVING

AGSJAJSKSJS IT’S GIVING LUZ NOCEDA

Oop gotta add a ToH spoiler warning now too ig

Brb

Okay back YK THE LIGHT ORB SHE FADES INTO

AND WE GOT ASHA PARALLEL TO AMITY HOLDING HER SOULMATE’S SOUL GLOW THING

AHSJAJSKS HAVE ASHA GO EDA/ KING FERAL

SHE FUCKING CONFESSED BACK ANNY MAKE THEM ALIVE AGAIN

Omfg battle outfit (AND MORE! THAN! JUST! SPARKLES!)

Omg yeah the dress fits so well with the star-chest thing

SHE HAS PUPILS idk why I was so hyped about that

IT’S GIVING “You’ll Be in My Heart”

VAL BABY

Wait next chapter? This seems like the conclusion Anny I’m scared

Omigosh these two royal idiots in love

I I bet they’re giggling and holding hands while destroying precious memories of their citizens

”Feels something changing” eh? Sorry it’s just canon!Wish didn’t give us much but the novelization is very AshaxDahlia heavy

YES SIMON HELPS THAT WOULD’VE MADE HIS MOVIE COUNTERPART BETTER

HE STANDS UP AND SINGS AND PROVES HE’S WILLING TO GO AGAINST MAGGIE

THE YOUNG GENERATION IS SINGING IT, BREAKING THE CYCLE OF VIOLENCE

Although Asha has her Sabino… maybe ghosts/ spirits of her loved ones? I always imagined the scene “A Wish Worth Keeping” would have her family’s spirits (in blue) smiling and cheering her on… sparkly ofc

YES this scene in the movie was my favorite bc it FELT DRAMATIC

I said before “Knowing What I Know Now” was my fav but Anny I changed my mind “Wish (Reprise)” is my favorite

YES TAKE BACK YOUR KINGDOM FROM THE STRAIGHT WHITE FOLK (Amaya is Greek… what is Magnus? I’m assuming white too)

SWORD YES make it Prince Phillip’s

Gotta admit that falling wish scene in the movie was gorgeous, reminded me of Wall-E

Wait omigosh Asha looks so pretty in that photo where did you get that

*stares at it for hours bc she looks gorgeous*

Referenced as a wand now!

Smiling as she falls bc she knows HER BAE WILL CATCH HER

HOW are they not dead. The gays only have the power of plot armor

So it was nighttime okay

AW HE CARES FOR HER

Yep definitely giving Belos

NOW I WANT TO SEE A KOWxTOH CROSSOVER

Told you idiots you shouldn’t have spared her. Pride really does come before the fall

Seriously Gothel wasn’t a pussy she stabbed Flynn why didn’t you stab Asha (sorry bby just wondering how they’re so stupid)

THAT’S what you’re worried about man

HE WANTS TO KEEP AMAYA SAFE IN HIS ARMS AND PROTECT HER AT ALL COSTS

Lol I’m just imagining a giant whoosh of power and light and Amagnus squeezes their eyes shut waiting for a painful death and then they just. Sneeze. Itchy magic glitter poof

Is this a reference to a past Disney movie? They’re really going the PJO route huh

DAM ANNY THAT’S HARSH

Uh. Wow. Okay Aster I guess they did kill you

Yay we have the citizens standing up!

Wait you make your wish at 18 was this women pregnant really early orrrr

Later? Oh goodness I’m worried for the next chapter

Uh Starsha is being a bit sadistic and Amaya is sobbing for her love…

MAGGIE TURN AND COMFORT YOUR WIFE

Oh btw is Magnus part Spanish? “Mi vida” since Amaya is Greek…

NO NO DANCE PARTY I DON’T TRUST YOU YET

Someone get Gabo some therapy mate

NO WHAT

ASTER WHAT

NO THE STARS WILL COME DOWN AND LEGO BATMAN HIS ASS

VIOLIN-STAR TELL THEM THAT THEY FOUND LOVE AND THEREFORE THEY WILL STAY

WHY DID HE SAY IT SO SOFT AND MATURE WHERE IS MY GOLDEN RETRIEVER BOY

DID HE HEAR ASHA TELL THEM SHE LOVED THEM? DOES SHE HAVE TO DO IT TO MAKE HIM STAY?

”Love is all they needed” Amaya you’re clever but this was all sort of your fault witch

FUCK YOU MAGNUS COMFORT YOUR WIFE OFH WAIT TOO LATE

Tbh I would’ve agreed with Gabo had they injured Val in some way

YEAH THEY DESERVE IT BUT THEY GOT THE PERCY JACKSON HEPHAESTUS CHAIR TREATMENT

Discord DID turn to stone too… how about they turn to stone and THEN get pushed off a cliff

OKAY that was long but it was good

Uh I’m scared for the next chapter? We get Amable’s backstory so do they escape? Will Asha become the FG? Will Aster get LEGO Batman-d by the school marching band of Stars? Is their magic the North Star magic? SO MANY QUESTIONS

Overall though great job Anny! This has been an amazing journey and I can’t wait for the final chapter!

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hircinesanters · 1 year

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One Kiss (Miraak x LDB)

Hiii so I wrote a bit of a warmup (that turned out really long oops) about my Dumner LDB Falas, a priest of Mara who took a vow of chastity and Miraak having their first kissy kiss.

Tagging my mutual @argisthebulwark bc they wanted to read abt them if/when I did write abt them so

Also @maldov bc they love Falas :>

[NOT PROOFREAD]

It was late, and for one reason or another Falas couldn’t sleep. Usually after even the most stressful days he could sleep rather well after a few repeated prayers. But tonight seemed to be a different story.

Falas simply chalked it up to stress, but part of him knew it went much deeper. He knew, in the strange uncharted and repressed recesses of his mind…it was something else.

No, not something.

Someone.

He had decided to try and read to pass the time, but his gaze as well as his focus always found its way back to the small tent just a few feet away. Specifically upon the Altmoran who slept there. Miraak. His cheeks would redden if he looked too long, shame gripping him as he turned back to his dull reading. Sometime ago he decided to recite a prayer every time he looked.

The heart of Mara beats within my breast. Keep me and sustain me. Keep me and sustain me.

It was this quiet prayer that awoke Miraak. Falas hadn’t noticed just how loud and desperate the prayer had become. Not loud enough to wake Erandur or Lydia…but harsh enough to wake a man who had not slept in centuries. Falas’s ears twitched when he heard the rustling of furs, eyes bolting away and back down to “The Age Before Man.” But his hands were shaking, shaking with fear of being discovered. He didn’t know if he could handle Miraak’s teasing, he could feel his heart racing and his soul tug against his stomach. A fire in the pit of his stomach, a fire that hailed horns and wings and power that only something ancient could ever know. It stirred inside him whenever Miraak was near, stirred dangerously. It stirred away from Mara.

Once again he repeated the prayer, under his breath. All the while Miraak simply watched from his bedroll, not amused, not jeering, not even threatening. He just…watched him. Watched him with a concerned look Falas didn’t see.

When Falas opened his eyes, Miraak then frowned. His gaze seemingly annoyed.

“I do not believe watching me would defy your lady’s wishes.” His voice was just loud enough for Falas to hear.

Falas gritted his teeth, taking a deep breath. He must remain calm, he must allow the grace of Mara to flow through him. Let her warmth extend onto the world through him.

The Dunmer’s face placated, eyes serene with nothing.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.” He answered, his voice was a bit more harsh than he would’ve liked.

“Nothing is wrong, I’m just reading a bit of history.”

“That is a lie and you know it, Dragonborn.”

He was already standing before Falas could muster up a response. He never minded being called Dragonborn, but when Miraak said it, it made them seem so distant. So formal and unfriendly, like they were still enemies.

But Falas could do nothing about it, and he deliberately averted his eyes when he caught a glimpse of his under tunic. Thin and barely covering his truly magnificent chest and broad shoulders. He had allowed himself to admit that Miraak was handsome, with constant reminders that his will and devotion to Mara was strong enough to make peace with the thought. But the dragon stirred nonetheless, and he felt that strangeness of their souls entangling around each other like vines. This pull, this…instinct. It was unlike any kind of feigning surface level attraction he had ever felt. Every moment around him was a battle within himself, and at times…his will had almost succumbed.

Still, he wished them to be friends. Dinya’s preachings of kindness and mercy echoing in his mind. It hurt him for Miraak to still be so hostile, but he understood. And there was no inner turmoil in his desire to help him in any way he could.

“I wish you wouldn’t say such things.” He said. “You know it hurts me.”

There was a truth in that, but only a partial one. The rest of it was that Miraak’s words, his banter, his accusations- they sparked something in him. It sparked up a pride he hadn’t ever felt since before he had been saved. His greatest sin Mara had said, was pride. It had taken decades to tame his ego, but he had done it all the same. But with Miraak, he could feel it puff out- becoming like that of the very thing his soul resembled. Haughty, selfish, cruel. But powerful, feared, ancient, beautiful. It took effort to remain true to himself when Miraak challenged him like this.

Miraak sighed, massaging his temples.

“Fine.” He sounded tired, too tired to fight.

Falas closed his book, pushing down the satisfaction that his submission rendered. He focused on his desire to help instead.

“Is there something you need?” He asked genuinely, already going to stand to assist.

Miraak shook his head, holding out his hand to stop him.

“No, no…” He ran a hand through his hair. “But, your company would be…appreciated.”

Falas couldn’t help but blush. Even if the request sounded rude, it made his heart warm all the same. Silently he thanked Mara for allowing this moment, and for the softness of Miraak.

He then gestured to the grass beside him.

“Please, feel free.”

Miraak sat down, the warmth of him radiating off onto Falas almost like a flame itself. It was still surprising how large Miraak was- even if Falas read of the differences between the Altmorans and Nords, it was a whole different affair to be in the presence of one; something he still wasn’t quite used to. His hands were practically the size of Falas’s face, and his body reminded him very much of the strength and prowess of the Gildergreen tree in the square of Whiterun. Looking at him was like staring right back into history itself, impossibly old- living and breathing history.

For a moment they simply sat there in silence, listening to the soft wind and rustle of the plains around them. Under the soft pale light of Secunda and Masser, the warmth and crackle of the fire. A rare moment of peace between the 2 Dragonborns.

“The stars have changed.” Miraak then remarked.

Falas glanced at him, following Miraak’s gaze to the sky. Countless stars twinkled back, The Warrior almost at its zenith.

“How so?” Falas asked, turning back to him.

Miraak pointed to The Warrior, brandishing its shield and axe tothem.

“In my time…” His voice faltered, as if the words seemed foreign.

“It has shifted forward. Now more to the left.”

Falas looked up again, squinting and tilting his head a bit as he tried to get a good look. But he couldn’t see it, The Warrior had always been the same to him. Their movements are constantly and carefully tracked by astronomers as well as farmers.

“I think that’s just our perspective here on the ground.” Falas comforted.

“Perhaps.” Miraak responded.

He then sighed once again, eyes falling to Falas. Trapping him almost in his gaze. The mer’s heart began to beat heavy and hard- uncomfortable now with what was to come.

The heart of Mara beats within my breast.

Miraak looked away for a moment, freeing Falas from his gaze finally. Like he had decided against speaking. Falas felt himself let out a breath of relief, turning back toward the fire.

“I do not wish to fight you anymore.” Miraak then said, he said.

“As do I.” Falas agreed.

Miraak huffed. Then shifted a bit where he sat, clearing his throat a little.

“But, I have something to ask of you.”

Falas immediately turned to him, already preparing to assist. But the look Miraak gave him sent a shiver up his spine. There was an untapped softness in them, a quiet yearning almost found in those strange green eyes. It was almost totally unfamiliar from the crudeness and haughty smirks he would usually regard him with. It felt vulnerable, and yet sinful all the same. It made him flush and struggle to look back, the war once again beginning to rage in him.

Keep me and sustain me.

“What is it?” He answered gently.

“Kiss me.”

Falas almost physically lurched backwards, gasping in both shock and horror. He wanted to cry and scream, scream for Mara for protection- for strength. For anything to make the dragon sleep again, to keep his thoughts pure- to keep his thoughts of her. To not stray from her guiding love and light, to not stay awake at night pondering Miraak’s flesh and lips and eyes and-

He couldn’t form any words, just shaking his head. He needed to go to bed, he needed to go to bed now. In the morning he would repent. In the morning this would have never happened.

But just when he went to stand, Miraak grabbed his hand. Tight enough to keep him from leaving but not pulling him back.

“Falas, hear me.”

It was so rare for Miraak to use his name. It made the priest’s heart race even faster, his soul tugging against him. It was as if half of him was tugging back toward him; his body, his soul, even his heart. But still he didn’t move, he didn’t turn.

“I implore you.” Miraak then urged.

Falas’s brown was knit tightly, facing away from Miraak he looked as if moments from crying. Crying in his defeat. If it would help him. If it would end the violence between them, heal Miraak and placate him enough…

Falas sat back down, not meeting his eyes.

“Why?” He asked.

Miraak scooted closer, thumb stroking the back of his hand.

“Because, it’s me,” He said quietly. “Because it’s your destiny.”

“Mara forgive me.” Falas whispered, almost in utter despair.

Miraak hushed him, his other hand gently pulling his chin up to look at him.

“Just one kiss, nunon gien, mal dovah.” His voice was intimate in ways Falas had never known, in ways that he should not know.

“Surely your lady would understand..”

But it was smooth, and he was warm, and inside him Falas felt the dragon pacify. He could not disagree, nor could he deny. Lady Mara would understand, she would…she must. Their souls were intertwined, tangled within each other- and until Falas found a way to untangle them, he had to do this.

Just one. Only one. Just this once.

“Alright.” Falas said, his voice shook. “But only one.”

Miraak nodded, the hand that was on his chin moving to his cheek.

“Nunon gien.” He repeated.

Slowly Miraak leaned in, Falas not pulling back as their lips met. Soft, pure as a white dove. But Falas found himself not letting go for a moment- not even when Miraak began to pull away. He preserved the moment longer than he should’ve, getting lost within his own sinful indulgence.

When they did pull away, Falas couldn’t look him in the eye- flustered and ashamed beyond anything. And quickly excused himself off to his tent to sleep. Tomorrow he would head to Whiterun to repent, and would ask for Mara’s mercy and help to guide him back to her path. He had failed her test of loyalty, and he would not rest until he had redeemed himself.

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Wip Thursday (let’s pretend it’s not Saturday)

Tagged by @ksbbb 😎😎 (but pssst ksbbb...it is Saturday🤣)

This is a draft of Chapter 8 of my Teen Wolf AU series: The Wings Of An Enigmatic

The relentless ticking of the clock echoed like a haunting drumbeat, each tick amplifying the weight of the moment.

The sharp scratch of pencils against paper seemed to carve into the tense atmosphere, along with the scribbling sounds of the eraser being too loud and disturbing, mirroring the turmoil within Scott McCall.

Seraph, with his acute supernatural sense of detail, couldn't pretend to not feel and notice the subtle yet painful nuances that painted the canvas of Scott's emotional upheaval.

The audible rustling of pages turning and the steady thump of heartbeats blended into a dissonant symphony. But amidst the cacophony, Seraph discerned the discordant rhythm of Scott's own heart, a thunderous percussion of despair and heartbreak.

Seraph's heightened sensitivity allowed him a visceral experience of Scott's emotional struggle. It isn't just the rise of the full moon that will descend it's supernatural rays on the werewolf, which is his second full moon to be exact, but the emotional hormones of negativity that transpired on that dreadful Friday night between Scott, Allison, Stilinski, Lydia and Whittemore.

It wasn't just a break-up between Scott and Allison, it was a psychological unraveling, an emotional maelstrom that echoed not only in Scott's human psyche but reverberated in the primal depths of his inner wolf.

He also sensed Allison's heartbreak and confusion. While Seraph was exact that she decided to break up with Scott, he noticed that she wasn't faring well either. It was a poignant blend of conflicting emotions: sadness, confusion, hurt and doubt. This wasn't a normal kind of boyfriend and girlfriend relationship.

He realizes Scott and Allison were in love with each other. It makes logical sense as to the ranging and dreadful emotions that are spreading the room. For some odd reason, guilt began to swirl inside of Seraph's stomach, making him nauseated and holding him caged in a vice grip.

Was the guilt that he was suddenly feeling born from the consequences of the events from Friday that he tried to prevent such outcomes like this? Or was it because ever since his fallout with Isaac, he is starting to loose his touch of being cold and neutral?

His perplexed thoughts were interrupted quickly by the loud screeching of a chair, eliciting a wince from Seraph due to his heightened sensitivity before a familiar presence rushes by him and he glances up just in time to see Scott run out the classroom, his heavy panting and intense heart rate echoing in Seraph's ears.

"Mr. McCall!" Harris calls out in surprise, yet he went unacknowledged as the teen wolf never returned back inside. Not long after, Stilinski runs out to follow his best friend, earning a frustrated shout and name call from Mr. Harris.

The guilt that was cursing Seraph's soul and mind started to deepen within his psyche. Part of him is questioning why should he demonstrate care to this situation when he isn't even apart of it? Scott doesn't even know that Seraph is aware of his werewolf status.

Yet the other part of him...wants to remain on the sidelines. He may not want to help, but Scott's innocence and turmoil is what is making Seraph want to aid him as secretly as possible.

Okay so this was long a long draft. I know I was supposed to post chapter 5 on January 24th but I ended up having to take care of an emergency and then this weekend has been hectic. But I will post chapter 5 tomorrow and chapter 6 on February 2nd. Chapter 7 is a filler chapter so I decided to give you guys the canon au chapter.

No pressure tags: @rhyslahey @mmoosen @unsanedes @phantomraeken @scisac @hemlocksandfoxgloves @thiamsxbitch @arewordsenough @chasing-chimeras

#teen wolf #teen wolf au #wip thursday #even though it is Saturday #teen wolf fanfiction #scott mccall #allison argent #stiles stilinski #the wings of an enigmatic #twoae

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