#sorry this took me so long to get to

[mysticwilly]

Ahem, may I request some Klarion-romantic-relationship headcanons but with a lil twist

The s/o in question is an (maybe cosmic) entity higher ranking and much more powerful than him. Either general relationship hcs or him dealing with the said entity/being having the hots for him.

I'd say preferably the s/o is male if it needs to be specific but anything will do honestly :3

Sure thing. Though I don’t use ‘gendered’ pronouns or allude to gender for my insert headcanons, I’ll try my best because there’s quite a lack of male or masc inserts. 

So, Klarion with a male s/o who’s higher ranking than him;

Before the relationship,

Klarion will find the crush you have on him to be offputting, once he puts two and two together that is. 

Give him some time it’s already wild and mildly irritating that a much more powerful ranking entity/newgod/whatever, exists on the mortal plane as he is.

But once he mostly gets over the fact that you are here to stay, Klarion’s irritation has now morphed into curiosity, he’s got to see just what makes you more powerful than him. He’s aware he’s not at the absolute top in power, but still, he’s used to being the one at the top on the mortal plane.

Becomes cocky, like heh, of course, even someone like you isn’t immune to him!

If you were to show how you are stronger than him he’ll be shocked and it will make him fall for you much quicker, which causes Klarion to be annoyed at his own feelings (and might retaliate by being a little mean, to cope).

Now as for the relationship:

It’s pretty much the same dynamic, well almost; some things are either lowered or heightened;

Protection is lowered, you won’t need his protection a whole lot, which is both a blessing and a curse.

A blessing to him because he won’t have to worry or “inconvenience” himself by having to “save you” (both of these are lies he just likes to do the most). 

A curse to him (notice how he’s the problem twice) because, well… he kind of likes being the protector.

So protection can come in other forms. Say you’re a bit of a pushover? Klarion won’t let Vandal Savage order you around or try to use you as a weapon like Vandal has Klarion.  

Okay but you can stand up for yourself–? No, you can’t. (just let him have this ok)

Klarion’s jealousy is heightened and still manifests through the dumbest smallest things, still. But now it gets him really heated because nine times out of ten it’s a mortal who’s behind it. If you care, do step in so that an innocent mortal doesn’t get hurt.

 But lets you’re a summonable entity. Absolutely jealous this guy is. How dare you take time away from he and you, to ‘service’ some mortal! Don’t you know your place?? Don’t you know his??

If you were to get jealous, again he does nothing to reassure you, in fact, it’d be a huge ego stroke for him because you rank above him. So unless you wanna deal with the aftermath of a said ego stroke, pretend like you’re not jealous.

Klarion will still gift you any kind of jewelry laced with chaos magic to show you off in a subtle way, it doesn’t matter if you know it or not. The thought of Fate, or any other Lord seeing it and being like “?! how did he???” is so exciting to him.

If you’re not peaceful or want to cause chaos, you two are a force to be reckoned with. 

#klarion x reader #yj klarion #klarion bleak x reader #klarion x y/n #young justice x reader #sorry this took me so long to get to

[evilwriter37]

How would viggo and dagur respond to the feral viking hiccup?

For Viggo I'd imagine he'd be intrigued by the Viking. Who knows what the strange boy knows about dragons and their secrets, he probably knew much more then the dragon hunters within in the archipelago. However to his dilemma the Feral Boy likely understands little English due to having grown up with dragons and instead copies the noises dragons make. Not like he'd be reluctant to tell them to him anyways since he's considered them an enemy for the longest time

As for Dagur he'd likely seek entertainment from it like he did with Lycanwing hiccup. I can see him poking his fingers at him and pulling them away before Hiccup can bite him and teasing him while Viggo tries to deter him from doing so. He also probably fights against him as a form of training and considers him a challenge since he's not only good at hiding and sneaking up on him(Which I imagine he'd learn from dragons sneaking up on their prey) but also since he's attacked Dragon hunters that had found their way to the nest

Also I can either see them trying to gain his trust so they can revisit the nest or managing to somehow capture the feral hiccup and bring him back to one of their ships

Ooooh, both options are fairly whumpy!! One has betrayal and the other has capture!!

I feel like capturing Feral Hiccup would work best in this scenario. I doubt he would learn to trust a human enough to actually communicate and bring them back to the best.

Unless we’re talking something pretty long term. Viggo would have to be ready to play the long game, which is something he’s good at. Dagur though? Not so much.

This is fun to think about! Thank you for sending!

#asks #httyd #feral hiccup #httyd au #whump #hiccup!whump #hiccup haddock #viggo grimborn #dagur the deranged #sorry this took me so long to get to #spoons are few and far between these days

[violetfairydust]

20 Questions for fic writers

I was tagged by @dear-massacre thank you! I love you!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

0 as of yet, but I do plan on posting soonish!

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

Out of all of the fics I've written for Teen Wolf, my total word count so far is 1,115,142

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Predominantly Teen Wolf. I used to write for The Hunger Games and Divergent, but those have taken a back seat.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

I haven't posted full fics yet, but my mom's approximate top 5 favorites are

Spring Breaking the Rules - Liam and his friends are going on spring break and he invites his crush without consulting with his friends

Skating By - The Hales go rollerskating and run into some interesting characters who want Derek's attention. Features very jealous Stiles

Teacher Conferences - an AU where Stiles and Derek are dating during 3A. They run into Jennifer at the store the day before school starts and Stiles is jealous she's talking to Derek, and then the following day at school they get into a sass off

Operation: Hayden - Mason, Corey, and Nolan are afraid Hayden is coming back to Beacon Hills to reconnect with Liam even though he's moved on and they try to prevent the two of them interacting with the most ridiculous means possible

I Love You, You Love Me - all human AU where Scott dresses up for kids' birthday parties for extra money. Malia hires him for her young sister's party and he has major issues with his Barney costume

My top 5 most popular snippets that I have posted are

Stiles and Isaac argue about costumes from 'Here for the Boos'

Stiles' wetsuit from 'Lydia and the Princess'

Derek is concerned about Stiles from 'What Sees Us in the Dark'

Stiles is sick and Derek plays doctor from 'Doctor Derek'

Stiles wants to adopt the weird teenager from Louisiana from 'Needs a Waterpark'

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

When I was writing on FF dot net, I would sometimes, but I didn't have a lot of time. As soon as I get posting more, then yes.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Nothing Left to Lose. Bring on the brooding, inner turmoil, and mutual pining.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Most of my fics end on a happy note, or they're not super angsty. Off the top of my head I'm going with Family Practice because it's the fic where Stiles and Derek become parents and it's a very happy occasion.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I have in the past, yes, and it was one of the major reasons I stopped posting at all.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

In my mind, yes. On paper, no. I used to, but I never posted it.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I have not.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I posted on FF dot net a fic that was really popular and then I found out one of my readers wrote a very similar fic. It wasn't stolen or a direct rip off, but I could tell it was very clearly based off what I wrote.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I've collaborated ideas, but we didn't write it together.

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

I gotta go with Sterek. Always and forever.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

One of my old Divergent fics. I wrote it in Tris's POV and posted all of it, but then I was going to write it in Al's POV and I got halfway through, but readers will know how it ends.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I can come up with some funky fics. I enjoy my creativity.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Description. Either of the setting, characters, or actions. I try to flesh it out in editing, but it's difficult for me.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I don't personally do it because I'm not fluent in other languages. I'm totally fine with other people doing it. I just don't know enough to make it good.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Oof. I think it iCarly or Harry Potter.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

I'm proud of so many of them. One that I always go back to entertain myself is If I May Say because I gave myself an excuse to watch YouTube while writing. Scott challenges Malia to only reply to people with the last thing she heard in the video she's watching and her replies were perfect and concerning.

#tag game #sorry this took me so long to get to #i had to ask my mom her favorite fics and she had to think

[valleynix]

idk if you do these but im feeling sad today and need something soft. i love the way you write, but you always make miranda so sad (and i assume shell get the same treatment in your new fic). do you think you could write a miri/reader with like a happy ending or something? i just want her to know she's loved :(

of course!! i do love Miranda deep down, and it’s made me want to write an entire fic with her as a love interest. maybe soon... 

[AN: i lowkey went a little overboard and this turned into a character study with a hint of angst and a happy ending. i guess here is my take on what Miri would go through and her thought process of realizing she’s in love with someone.]

Words: ~5.2k

She knows it’s not right of her.

A mere human shouldn’t make her feel this way, shouldn’t make her question herself and her devotion to bringing back her daughter. It’s all she’s wanted for the last century, and it’s everything she’s ever dreamed of. She’s so close to bringing her Eva back into this world to give her the love and care she deserves. 

But Miranda cannot help hurting her own locked away heart when she thinks of what it will mean for you if she succeeds. 

All in all, you were no one to her; just another devoted follower, someone for her to call upon when she needed something from the village or when she needed a letter delivered to one of the Four Lords. You always did so without question, something she had begun to admire since you stumbled into her life. She tries to tell herself you mean nothing to her, that your sacrifice for the sake of her daughter wouldn’t affect her, but even she cannot lie to herself for long.

She knows she should not feel this way.

But you care, don’t you? Miranda often doubts herself and her thoughts when you’re around, and she knows you only do this for her because of who she is, because of the power she holds over you. Were she anyone else, you would not have been so devoted to her. You wouldn’t have cared.

Sometimes she wonders. Her mind drifts as she works in her lab, as she mindlessly writes down her work and fixes vials. She wonders if she would have met you, had things been different. If, through some strange happenstance, you would have been a part of her life, even if she’d never lost her daughter.

She shouldn’t think like this. Her main goal in life was to bring Eva back, even if it meant taking down the rest of the world to do so. She would see her little girl again, she would hold her in her arms and tell her everything she’s been wanting to say. 

She would not risk everything she’s worked for, this entire century of difficult work, for you. 

Why does it hurt her to think that way?

~~

For the most part, she’s really not sure why you even occupy her mind.

Oftentimes, you’ll spend your days with her in her lab unless she requires you elsewhere. You’ll remain near her, offering your assistance and listening as she talks to you about her plans in an attempt to search for loopholes. 

If she’s feeling particularly generous, which happens more often than she cares to admit, she’ll ask you about yourself. You’ll hesitate before telling her some story she knows you’re just making up, though she doesn’t pry beyond that. 

If you weren’t comfortable talking to her about the true nature of your family or why you choose to remain by her side, she wouldn’t press you about it. She told herself that she just didn’t care, but she does feel something when she hears your hesitation and your reluctance to talk about them.

She’d be lying if she said she hadn’t thought of finding this family and making them pay for what they’d done to you. After all, you were her longest-serving follower, and that alone gave you some privileges not offered to many. 

She supposes that is why she thinks of you often, even when you’re not around, when you’re instead running some errand for her while she works. You’re the closest thing she has to a friend.

It’s... nice to be able to talk to someone without judgement. She feels a little more human when you’re around, when you nod at her words and offer your input where she requests it. 

She’s never been good at understanding her feelings. She likely never will.

She just hopes her inability to recognize what she’s feeling won’t interfere with your near-daily interactions. 

She’d never admit it, of course, not even on her darkest nights, but she’s not sure what she would do if you weren’t there to listen to her or offer her something you’d made to eat. Your very existence confuses her, but she admits she doesn’t mind it.

What does that mean for her?

~~

Meetings after meetings and tests failing over and over had made Miranda quite irritable today. She grunts in frustration as yet another theory of hers fizzles out at the same time as the flame on the counter. She’s tired and she’s angry but she’s convinced herself to keep working until something goes right today.

To make matters worse... She can’t seem to get you off her mind. You were out helping the Dimitrescus in their luxurious castle, probably just tending to their every wish and want, and it had been some time since she’s seen you. 

You’re better off with them, anyway. It was clear they cared about you to some extent; she saw your bright smile when Daniela picked you up and spun you around in her arms, the smile that would never be directed at her. She saw the way you melted into Bela’s touch, so unlike the way you stiffened at hers. She’s seen the way you laugh at Cassandra’s snarky comments and the way you become shy when Alcina is around.

Knowing all of this, knowing your reactions... It makes her bitter, though she can’t quite fathom why. She’s thought of simply handing you over to them, to let you serve a family you enjoyed being around.

Miranda supposes she’s selfish. Despite her standing and the way she acts toward you, you’ve always come back to her. It doesn’t mean anything, but having someone like you in her life has made her better, she thinks, and for as long as you’ll stay, she’ll keep you nearby.

She feels her wings twitch behind her. It’s not often they make an appearance in her lab, but she can’t quite seem to get them under control today. Every time she tries, they push back against her wishes and spread out further. They’re not getting in her way, at least, and she’s thankful for small mercies.

Miranda doesn’t realize she’s been gripping shattered pieces of a vial in her hand until she feels you next to her, pulling her fingers apart and quickly but gently taking the glass out of her hand. 

She blinks, a little stunned by your boldness. She sees the panic in your movements, your wide eyes and shaking limbs. Her wounds heal quickly, as they always do, and she’s not even fazed by them. 

You glance up at her, eyes meeting for just a second, but you seem to realize once again who she is, and you avert your gaze. As if you had been the one injured, your hands snap away from hers, coming to wring in front of you anxiously. 

Her eyes find your satchel on the ground by the entrance of the room. A bottle of wine peeks out from it, along with a few fruits she can’t be bothered to name right now. There’s... a letter, too, so you must have brought something back for her from the Alcina. 

“Forgive me,” you mumble. She looks to you again, brows furrowing slightly as you keep your head bowed. “I... thought you were injured.”

Don’t you know she can’t be injured? Not like you can, anyway.

“You’ve returned,” is all she can manage to say. 

Her voice is cold, even to her own ears, devoid of any emotion. You flinch at her tone, something she doesn’t want to see from you, strangely.

She doesn’t mind when the villagers are afraid of her. They know her power, they know what she can do to them in a blink of an eye. So do you, but you’ve never really shown that you’re afraid of her. Why should you start now?

Breath shuddering, you nod. “Lady Dimitrescu wanted me to arrive back here safely, before the lycans began their hunt tonight.”

Miranda can protect you from them, if you’d let her. She’s not sure why she hasn’t offered to yet.

She hums and turns back to her counter, scribbling something on a piece of paper. “Did you enjoy your time there?”

“Yes, Mother Miranda. Thank you for allowing me such visits.” She doesn’t like how cold your voice has become. You’re so formal, so... unlike yourself. This is just a script you’ve memorized to keep her happy. You must have realized she’s in a sour mood today, and that’s why you’re copying her tone. “The... wine is for you.”

“I assumed as much.” Why is she acting like this? “If there’s nothing else...”

It’s a clear dismissal, and one she knows you recognize from all your years spent as her loyal follower. She glances at you only once, cold heart aching at the sight of the disappointment on your face. It quickly fades into something like acceptance as you nod again and turn away. 

She turns her own body so that she can watch you leave out of the corner of her eye. You pause at the door, frowning and glancing back at her. Your mouth opens, as if you want to say something, and part of her hopes you will. She doesn’t understand why she pushes you away if some human remnant inside her enjoys your company, but she can’t help it.

You don’t say anything. She turns her head to watch you disappear around a corner, something painful settling deep in her chest at the sight. 

~~

It’s a month later that Miranda makes a horrible discovery.

She’s not like you; she’s been shut away for so long, cut off her emotions for so long, that she simply doesn’t understand anything but the anger and the need to see her daughter again.

She doesn’t understand why she wants to see you smile at her. She doesn’t understand why she wants to hold you and comfort you after you tiredly walk into her lab with a satchel full of her favorite things to eat and dark bags beneath your eyes. She wants to ask if you’re all right, if you need a break, if you need anything because she can provide it for you-

She never does. 

Miranda continues ignoring all these strange feelings within her, and she sees you grow more distant. You still take care of her in what little ways she’s seen you do. Leaving an encouraging note before you leave for the day, setting a fruit nearby with a small letter, asking her politely to eat something before she works herself to death. 

On the days she requires your assistance in the lab, you do still listen to her and talk to her as if nothing is amiss. It makes her wonder if she’s just imagining you pulling yourself away from her, if she’s misinterpreting your distracted looks as she speaks.

She remembers, a few weeks ago, absentmindedly mentioning to you that she had been craving something sweet. She’d completely forgotten about the brief interaction with you until she saw the small box outside her door with flowers resting atop it. Inside the box were miniature chocolates, clearly imported by the Duke. 

She’d wanted to thank you, to, perhaps, try them with you, but she hasn’t seen you for a long time, and she’s not sure if she just never heard you tell her where you’d be going or if you’d deliberately kept it from her.

You still remain, of course. Your ghost does, at any rate. Your scent haunts her lab where you’ve recently been to leave little notes and other small things to remind her to eat and take care of herself. She thinks she hears you laugh with her other servants sometimes, but she knows you’d never willingly let her hear something so lovely.

You’re merely a call away and she could see you again, but she refrains from ever seeking you out. She barely misses your presence in the mornings, as you’re gone mere moments before she enters her lab. You’re the only person she allows full access of her lab to, and that should have been her first hint that she cared more than she wanted to admit.

You were no one. You were nothing to her, merely another human servant fulfilling their duty to her, as most did in the village.

Yet, late one night, while Miranda lies awake and hurting from your missing physical existence in her life... 

For the first time in a very long time, she has found herself afraid.

~~

What would it mean if she were to truly lose you?

She knows, likely better than most, what loss can drive someone to. She’s watched herself over this past century, she’s seen the person she’s become. 

Miranda believes it to all be worth it to see Eva again.

Part of her wants you to meet her daughter, to be proud of all the hard work she’s put in to bring someone she loves so dearly back into her life. 

You must realize the person she’s become. You must see how corrupted she is, how she simply hurts everything she touches. 

Why do you keep doing this for her?

~~

She catches you one morning before you can slip away from her lab unnoticed. 

She’d been awake all night, tossing and turning in her small bed, mind and heart racing. She hadn’t even realized you would still be nearby until she literally ran into you.

Miranda had nearly knocked you off your feet and sent you to the floor. Through some strange instinct in you as you both turned a corner at the same time, you gripped onto her, your hands digging into her biceps and pulling her toward you in an effort to keep yourself standing. She’d steadied herself and wrapped her arms around you after realizing it was you and not some other mortal she would punish for sneaking into her lab.

She thought of doing so anyway because she was tired and she didn’t like being caught by surprise. Any thought of punishing you fled her mind the moment you snapped away from her as though simply touching her would send you to eternal damnation.

It all happened too fast for her exhausted mind to really notice anything, at first. You stood in front of her in shocked silence, head bowed, knees trembling, hands shaking as you nervously tugged at your light coat. 

Right. The winter months were coming. How had she not noticed before now?

“I-I wasn’t expecting you here this early,” you tell her, voice trembling as you speak. Do you think she’s going to hurt you? She knows you’ve been doing this every morning, for as long as she can remember. “I was just... tidying things before I left for the day.”

Oh. You don’t want her to know it’s you. 

That makes her heart ache again, but it’s not entirely an unpleasant feeling. 

Still... Why do you keep doing this for someone who has never even thanked you for the extra work you put in? She doesn’t understand why you even do it; she’d still want you to serve under her, even if you only did the bare minimum. Why do you care so much to go through all of this for her?

Miranda merely nods and brushes passed you, wings threatening to come out again. She manages to keep them at bay long enough to close her lab door behind her, effectively shutting you out once again from whatever the hell she’s feeling right now.

She’s just tired. That’s why none of this is making sense. She’d work until she no longer could, and she’d think about all of this later.

Or, more preferably, never. She didn’t have time to wonder why you hung around her and did these things for her. She didn’t want to think about it or what it could mean, mostly because she knows it means nothing.

She is your goddess, your leader. It’s the only reason you’re doing any of this. Without her, you were lost, you weren’t saved, and she convinces herself that it’s the only reason you do small things to ensure she’s still alive.

She can’t get you out of her head.

Even as she works herself to death again that day, you’re the last thing on her mind when she drifts to sleep at her desk. 

Miranda briefly wakes when she hears someone enter. Her wings flick out behind her as she lifts her head, eyes straining to open, vision bleary and hazy when you enter it. She’s more confused than anything else, especially when she feels something gently lay over her wings and her shoulders.

You murmur something to her, smiling softly at her as you speak. She blinks slowly at you, willing herself to wake up, to hear what you’re telling her. One of your hands gently brushes along her forehead and over her hair, and she sighs and leans into the touch. 

You make her feel human, and she’s not sure how to feel about it.

She must have fallen back asleep soon after, because when she wakes again, the room is dim and you’re gone. Only your scent lingers, and even that is fading. 

She wonders if she imagined you being there with her, if she only wanted you to touch her like you weren’t afraid of her.

She realizes it happened when the blanket falls off her shoulders.

~~

That was the last time Miranda saw you. She truly learns what it means to lose you.

It’s not that this was even uncommon; she just hadn’t been paying attention to what time of the year it was until she could no longer smell you in her lab. When she entered one morning to only smell her sterile room, her heart froze in her chest.

She’d thought, maybe, that you had given up trying to take care of her. She was a little hurt by it, but she couldn’t blame you. She missed the small notes you would leave her, but she assumed you had had enough of her not even saying a simple thank you. 

She looks outside to see the first frost had come.

You were in Castle Dimitrescu for the winter, as you always were when snow began to litter the ground. The three sisters were more susceptible to their sadistic tendencies in winter, though with you around - probably the only human they didn’t want to outright murder - they were more manageable. You kept them distracted, and Alcina was able to keep a majority of her staff. 

She’s not sure why that ignites something in her chest. 

It’s not fair of her, she knows. After all, she’d been the one to suggest you stay there during winter so that no more assets were lost. If you kept the girls distracted and happy just by existing near them... 

Miranda convinces herself that she doesn’t care if you return or if you find your place in that damned castle. She purges you from her mind, throws herself into her work until she can no longer stand. 

She tries to forget you, but you haunt her dreams. She feels something in her chest when images of you happy with the Dimitrescus flitter through her mind’s eye. You’re safe with them, she knows, but you’re safe with her, too. She can make you happy.

She has no one to blame but herself. Late one night, while she stares into her unlit fireplace, cold biting into her bones... She realizes what you mean to her- what you’ve always meant to her.

And she realizes what a fool she’s been.

~~

Despite her efforts to completely block you out of her mind and her memory, she still hears about you when Alcina calls. 

She doesn’t ask about you, doesn’t even mention that she knows you’re there. But Alcina talks about you as if you’re the light of her life, as if you’ve solved all of her problems.

They’ve recently discovered a way to keep Daniela and Cassandra from, erm... accidentally maiming one of the servants over something miniscule. My girls respect them, and I can’t thank you enough for allowing them to stay here during winter, Mother Miranda. They’ll be returned to you as soon as the flowers begin to bloom once more.

She’s not sure what makes her say it, why her fingers clench around the handle of the phone while Alcina speaks. She grits her teeth and closes her eyes, a headache forming at her temples. Four words seal her fate and yours. You can keep them.

~~

For a while, Miranda doesn’t let you invade her thoughts. 

You’re still in her dreams. She can’t really control those, but they become... softer. Most are filled with you being happy and content, and she’s there with you while you grin and tug her along, toward some unspoken destination. More often than not, she finds herself waking to fresh tears on her cheeks, something she deliberately ignores as she starts her day.

Anytime she starts to think of you or miss the small things you would leave around her lab, she throws herself harder and harder into her work. She’s making steady progress, and she can’t allow some mortal to distract her from what she deems truly important. 

She actually thinks she’s almost completely gotten you out of her mind when it arrives.

It’s a small package, something she’d not bother to look at twice if it didn’t have your scent on it. 

Miranda opens it frantically, eyes wide when she sees her favorite snack, a small bouquet of flowers, and a handwritten letter from you.

She greedily reads every little word you wrote, eyes flicking over the dark words again and again.

She only registers some of it. Hope you’re doing well. Taking care of yourself? Be back soon. 

Miss you.

The last sentence before you scratchily sign your name makes her pause. She rereads it until her eyes are blurry, until she thinks she’s just seeing things. Forgive my boldness, and I apologize if this is too far, but I miss you.

She doesn’t understand.

This doesn’t make sense.

She slumps back in her chair, gently setting your letter on her desk. Her hands shake as she brings them up to her face, closing her eyes and rubbing her temples. 

You’ve never said anything like that before, not during any of the winters you’ve spent in the castle. You sent her letters to keep her updated and some little things you’d found to show her you were still alive and well. She kept them all in her home, locked away in a chest beneath her bed.

As she ponders your words, as they race through her mind and burn themselves there… She finds that she misses you.

What an idiot she’s been.

~~

Miranda does not expect you to return. Part of her doesn’t want you to; you’re happy with the Dimitrescus in a way you never would be with her. She’ll only bring you down, only ruin you if she allows herself this small, brief happiness. 

She hasn’t seen you in months, hasn’t heard from you since that letter. When Alcina calls to check up, to ensure her you’re still alive and well, she sometimes would hear your voice or your laugh in the background. That hurts her, knowing that she’ll never be the one to draw such a sound out of you.

On the first official day of spring, she’s startled when she hears a knock at her door. It was open, after all, as she had a window pulled up somewhere to let more warm air in. She has no reason to be afraid of anyone or anything that could wander in.

She’d skipped going to her lab today, as she knew you would always come back on the first day of spring, like you have all these years before.

She doesn’t want to see you.

Well, that’s a lie. She does, she’s missed you and all your silly little gifts you leave out for her. 

What would it mean if she were to admit to that? Can she look at you the same after coming to the discovery that she cares for you?

To no one’s surprise, it’s you she finds standing at her door, satchel at your waist, hiding something behind your back. You stand nervously, eyes downcast, morning sun creating an angelic glow about your form.

Her heart skips a beat. Instead of haunting her dreams and her every waking moment, you’re here, standing just outside her reach. She wonders if you’ll disappear the moment she touches you, if you’ll allow her to touch you.

“I’d hoped you would tell me to my face,” you start, your voice quiet, “if you didn’t want me here.”

She freezes. Alcina must have told you what she’d said, about letting them keep you in the castle. She doesn’t think she really meant it, and upon seeing your hurt expression, she knows she didn’t. She was just angry and she doesn’t understand these things she’s feeling, why fire burns in her chest at the thought of someone else making you happy. 

She hasn’t felt this way in a long time. She doesn’t want to lose you, and that terrifies her.

Miranda doesn’t say anything. She stands a little straighter, spine stiffening, and you must take her silence as answer enough.

You pull your satchel over your shoulder and gently set it on the ground, along with a single flower you’d hidden behind your back. You stare at it, frowning. “Lady Dimitrescu has offered me a place in her castle, if you were to find no further use of me.”

This is your farewell because she’s not saying anything. She’s not telling you to stay, she’s not asking you to remain here, with her. She supposes that she can’t blame you for thinking she doesn’t want you to serve beneath her anymore, not when she’s never given you a reason to even think she appreciated your small, caring gestures over the years.

Why do you look so hurt at her silent rejection? Shouldn’t you be happy? You’re free to go be with the ones you want, to find a peaceful and content life with people who can truly take care of you.

She doesn’t understand, but she wants to.

“Why aren’t you happy?”

You’ve only ever looked her in the eyes a handful of times over the years. You’re not afraid of her, and she knows that, but she also knows you respect her enough to keep your gaze averted when you can. She’s never quite realized how stunning you are when you’re looking at her, when she can focus on every part of your face at once. 

Confusion flashes across your face. “Happy?” you repeat. You shift on your feet, your brows furrowing deeply. “Why would I be happy? You don’t want me.”

Well, if she didn’t understand before, she definitely doesn’t now. She feels her wings flick out again, displeased with your answer. “You can be with them. Isn’t that what you want?”

You stare at her like she has three heads. Your mouth is agape as her words register, as they sink in. You stand there in silence for a moment before huffing a humorless laugh. “I guess I owe Cassandra some lei.”

Miranda shakes her head. “Why would you owe her money?”

You bend to pick up your satchel, rummaging through it a moment. “I didn’t think she was serious when she joked that you were just oblivious. I thought you hated me.”

Now it’s her turn to be even more confused. “Hate you?” she quietly asks. She watches as you pull out a letter, opening it to skim its contents. “Why would you...”

She trails off as she remembers. Right. All these little things you’ve been doing for her, and she’s never once uttered a thank you or even acknowledged what you’ve done for her. 

“I can’t really blame you. I’m just some human, and you’re... Well. A literal goddess, I suppose.” She wants to slap both you and her for being so damn stupid. You sigh and step toward her, offering her the letter. “I apologize for my boldness, but I suppose it doesn’t matter if you’re getting rid of me.”

Miranda takes the letter from you, careful not to brush her bare fingers along your own. She doesn’t open it. “Tell me what you mean.”

You look away from her again, toward some spot on the floor. “I-”

“Look at me.”

Aside from when you had first begun working for her, she’s never spoken to you like this. Her voice is harsh and demanding, and she almost apologizes. 

Almost.

She wants to hear what you have to say for yourself, why you’re acting this way, why you think she wouldn’t care about you.

You do as she says almost immediately. Your eyes find hers, so beautiful in the morning light. She resists the urge to go to you, to hold you against her and tell you it’ll be all right, I’m here, just talk to me.

What’s gotten into her? What have you done to her?

You take a deep breath before you speak. “I... I love you.” Those three little words make her entire world freeze. You say them so confidently, and she hasn’t heard them uttered since before the mold and Cadou and everything else. How could someone like you fall for someone like her? “I know it’s not right of me, and I’m sorry. It’s probably for the better if I stay in the castle, but I told myself I wouldn’t let this linger in me any longer.”

You’re the only person to ever stun Mother Miranda.

You should be proud of this accomplishment. 

She feels her mouth work, feels the words that want to come out. 

Is this what she’s felt toward you? Is she... She can’t be.

And yet, she is. It makes sense, doesn’t it? Why she isn’t so hard on you, why she enjoys your company above any others. Why she was so angry that someone else could have been giving you the happiness she could give you.

“Why didn’t you say anything before?”

Her voice is so quiet. She’s vulnerable right now, and she will kill you if you ever speak a word about this to anyone. She knows she won’t really go through with it, but thinking that way makes her feel better, makes her feel like she still has some power. 

You don’t mock her. You take a step toward her, hands wringing again like they always do when you’re nervous. She didn’t even realize she’s noticed all the small things you do when you’re around her; shifting your weight, wringing your hands, your limbs shaking whenever you move...

The signs were all right there, and she’s been so blind.

“I didn’t want to distract you from your work.”

Even now, you’re thinking of her. You’re putting your needs below her own, like you always do, and that’s going to stop today.

Miranda moves toward the door, careful not to hit you with her wings. She gently grabs your wrist and tugs your further inside as she shuts the door behind you. The letter is set on a table nearby, something she doesn’t glance twice at.

“You love me,” she plainly states. You look away as you nod, but she’s not having that. She gently grips your chin between her thumb and forefinger, forcing you to look back up at her. “You love me.”

She realizes she’s just repeating herself, but your words haven’t quite fully sunk in yet. How can you love her, after she’s been so unkind to you? 

She’s so bewildered. 

“I’ve thought of all the different ways I could kiss you.” You’re being so bold today, but she can’t find it in herself to scold you for it. If you thought she was going to kill you for speaking of any of this, it was certainly a unique way to go out. “It’s all I could think about in that castle.”

Miranda leans a little closer to you, something sparking in her chest when she hears your breath hitch. “I could punish you for thinking such sinful things of your goddess.”

She’s mostly joking, but saying it gets you to smile at her. That smile turns into a grin as you breathlessly laugh, eyes flicking down to her lips. “Maybe that’s what I want.”

Oh, she’s in love with you. How could she not be? You’re so kind, so thoughtful. She’s done nothing but hurt and destroy but maybe you can change that.

Whatever god is watching over her truly must have sent you to her. Who else could you be for, to fit so perfectly with her?

Before she can stop herself, Miranda releases your chin to cup your cheek. She leans down quickly, capturing your lips with hers. It’s messy and awkward but she just doesn’t care. 

You pull back just as quickly, before she has time to savor the taste of you. She almost thinks she did something wrong, that maybe she really didn’t read the situation right, but then you’re lifting your hand and cupping her cheek and moving her head-

Your lips are back on hers almost immediately after, and this time, it feels right. 

Miranda realizes that this is what she’s been wanting for such a long time. Someone to love her and cherish her despite her flaws, to want to be a part of her life no matter what becomes of her. Who better to share her life with than the very person who has been by her side all this time?

She lets herself melt into you, allowing you to take the lead. You hold her against you, your touches comforting but never straying too far. Your hands stay on her arms and face, never daring touch anywhere else.

The wings on her back move happily, flicking and twitching, and she doesn’t try to shove this feeling down. She lets them wrap the both of you up, protecting you from the world like she feels she always should have done.

For the first time in a long time, Miranda is no longer afraid.

#asks #mother miranda #mother miranda x reader #alcina dimitrescu #sorry this took me so long to get to #i wasnt sure what to write and im still not sure if this is what you wanted #i hope it's satisfactory <3 #i love me some bird mommy angst #and i know i never explicitly said it but im fine with requests #theyre a lot easier to produce than like 15k word chapters LMFAO #and maybe this will help me actually write again #who knows #anyways #enjoy <33

[hailsatanacab]

Challenge! 18 Questions for Writers

Thank you to @die-erlkonigin6083 for the tag!!!

How many works do you have on Ao3?

only 6... I am not a fast writer 😅

2. What's your total Ao3 word count?

147,953 - 113,000 of which belong to cetbwa, which is incredible to me, I never thought it would get this big!

3. What fandoms do you write for?

on ao3 I only have mdzs and dpxdc rn! I've written for a few other fandoms, but nothing ever really got finished

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

close enough to be whole again

Unable to Forward

The Problem with Portals

My Father's Sword

almost (sweet music)

5. Do you respond to comments?

😬i.... do not. I really wish I could say yes to this, and while I try to get to the first few on a fic... I'm not the best at keeping up to date with them.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

so far, I think we're safe from angsty endings!! I really need to step up my angst game, don't I?

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

idk probably i wouldn't know where to start - if only because I included the tag "Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian Get Their Happy Ending"

8. Do you get hate on fics?

not that I know of! There have been a few rude comments, but nothing horrible, thankfully :)

9. Do you write smut fic? If so, what kind?

I'm pretty dreadful at writing smut, it just doesn't come easy to me at all. There's a wip that I'm trying so hard with and it is f i g h t i n g me

10. Do you write crossovers? If so, what's the craziest one you've written?

hell yeah babe! I was never into crossovers until dpxdc gripped me by the throat and I have not looked back since!!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I hope not!

12. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

uuhh I tried co-writing a smutty mormor sherlock fic way back when, but we both sort of just lost interest. Otherwise, nope! Would be interested in trying, though!!

13. What's your all-time favorite ship?

I'm not super into ships tbh? Like in my current dpxdc hyperfixation phase, I'll read anything - there's no ship I'll drop anything for and nothing I won't read

for everything else: hualian invented love, moshang invented some fucked up dynamics, wangxian are just perfect, (beefleaf honourable mention)

14. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

my mdzs psychic!wwx and detective!lwj murder mystery fic that I honestly still love the concept for, but now I'm just... onto other things. I'm sorry bby 🙇‍♀️

15. What are your writing strengths?

I love writing dialogue, I really enjoy it. Catch me in my room reading all my conversations out loud just to see if they sound natural

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

Description! I hate describing things! I always forget to do it and it's always a hassle to make it flow within the story. You can't stop the whole thing just to describe what someone's wearing otherwise it's boring, but trying to get that sweet spot of letting the audience know vital information about the scene in a way that doesn't detract from everything else is... diff

17. First Fandom you wrote for?

yikes probably harry potter. I distinctly remember writing something on quizilla with an OC arranged marriage to Draco Malfoy. She had a secret base inside a tree and she was sorted into Gryffindor (because of course she was) and all the boys loved her. very oc.

18. Favorite Fic you've written?

uuhh!! i really enjoyed writing The Problem with Portals, it was just so much fun! Obviously cetbwa, too, because I can be so unapologetically angsty in that 😅 love to put that guy in situations

And I am answered! Thank you again for the tag, and in return I shall... @gilbirda and @thewritingowl

#ask game #long post #sorry this took me so long to get to #i am... a forgetful person

[ethanmars]

Washnut and/or Simmons/Tucker for the rvb ship bingo bc I need to just send the ask and stop overthinking

yes. washnut first:

and simmons/tucker ...

these are my takes and i refuse to elaborate

#sorry this took me so long to get to #i saw it this morning and then forgot it was sent in #red vs blue #autisdicksimmons

[residents-of-the-darkforest]

Come Here Whenever (short story)

“Cursekit! Cursekit! Cursekit!” 

Limpetkit sobbed into his nest. The other kits had been particularly bad lately. Calling him names, mocking him for not having parents, they were the worst. 

He whimpering into his nest for a long time, until a paw gently rest on his shoulder. 

“Hello,” a quiet voice said right next to him. “Are you hurt?” 

Limpetkit shook his head, still crying. 

“That’s good. But why are you crying?” He looked up, meeting the eyes of a cat he had never seen before. He was a grey tom, with a soft smile on their face. 

“F….Flig….” He whimpered, while the grey tom waited patiently. “Flightkit was really mean! He said that my parents aren’t here because I was a curse! And then Swampkit agreed with him, and Heatherkit called me a mouse-brain!” Limpetkit kept going on, and on, and the grey tom waited. 

“Well that isn’t good.” The grey tom said. “They were very rude to you, from how it sounds. Were you not able to tell a fully grown cat?” 

Limpetkit shook his head. “M…Mousestar always said I can’t be trusted….he’s the leader….why should anyone else think different…” 

The grey tom stiffened. “The leader said that? That’s very wrong, Mousestar should absolutely not have said that.” 

Limpetkit looked up with a hopeful gaze. “…Really?” 

“Yes, really. Limpetkit, was it? You can come here whenever. You can even meet some of my friends.”

———

Snipvoice after this: CAN YOU BELIEVE IT? THAT SPEEDING PILE OF HAWK SHIT

Claudrat: 0_0

#submission #limpetkit #limpetsong #mousestar #claudrat #snipvoice #limpetsong story #black rabbit legacy #br legacy #br legacy story #wc dark tales #dark forest tales #dark tales #SORRY THIS TOOK ME SO LONG TO GET TO

[a-dragon-and-an-eagle]

MUSE LIKES / PREFERENCES.

Chosen muse: Shyvana

favorite fruit(s) : Apple and dragon fruit

favorite activity(ies) : Burning things and kissing

favorite flower(s) : Dragon lily

favorite season(s) : Summer

favorite insect(s) : Wasp

favorite animal(s) : Dragon

favorite gem(s) : ALL OF THEM!

favorite time of day : Sunset

Tagged: @fctedivided2​

Tagging: Whom ever would like to

#sorry this took me so long to get to #I've been a little bit busy the last four days #ooc

[icarianstars]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who liked or reblogged something from you! Get to know your mutuals and followers :3

1. DAVID TENNANT

2. My dog

3. Getting new clothes

4. And They Were Streamers by @mrghostrat (my go-to fic if I need cheering up)

5. Doctor Who (although it also causes me unspeakable agony)

#sorry this took me so long to get to #it will almost definitely happen again #asks

[stil-lindigo]

mumbattan's one and only pavitr prabhakar!!

prints

#pav you ray of joy i hope you never change #spoilers// ngl it is objectively hilarious that miles just. prevented pav from experiencing any hubris #keep on trucking pav im sure the universe wont prove you wrong or anything #also im sorry it took me so long to get to him #ive been busy with hobie brainrot which has alleviated. but it did take buying the artbook and an action figure of him so #anyway im rewatching this movie again on saturday i miss these characters so much #pavitr prabhakar #spiderman #across the spiderverse #spiderverse #miles morales #stillindigo art

[allieisacrybaby]

✨🧡🌙SEND THIS TO OTHER BLOGGERS YOU THINK ARE WONDERFUL. KEEP THE GAME GOING 🌙✨🧡

I think you're wonderful too!!❤️❤️❤️ I hope you have a great day today!

#allie's asks #allie answers #sorry this took me so long to get to #El💋

[appalachianapologies]

There are many new friends on the archive, and many are young and have only known social media, which is why I wanted to say something!

Ao3 does not have an algorithm! It isn't a social media site, it's an archive.

Posting fics on Tumblr isn't the same as posting fics on Ao3

Ao3 is like a giant virtual bookshelf, and everyone is able to add their own stories to the bookshelf, all stored with different tags and different fandoms. Works are automatically sorted by newest to oldest, but filters, looking at bookmarks, and using the search function can change that.

Certain works are not pushed to the top like social media posts. More kudos and reads don't push a single work to more viewers by some algorithm. Unless otherwise filtered, works will be at the top of the page based on how recent it was posted.

Smaller fandoms get less views, less kudos, less bookmarks, and larger fandoms get more simply because of the number of people inside the fandom.

Ao3 is a giant virtual bookshelf- there is no algorithm, and there is no man behind the shelf pushing certain books forward.

Happy reading, and if you'd like to have more people notice a fic, why not share it with them! Send a dm to a fandom friend and it might turn into one of their favorite fics!

#ao3 #archive of our own #organization for transformative works #i have admittedly only been a member of the committee for a couple of years BUT ive been a member on ao3 since i was much younger #and it took me a hot second to understand how ao3 works; so i wanted to write a lil post about it after seeing this comment #no shade or blame to the person who wrote this by the way! #after being on social media so much it's a completely understandable mistake and i totally get it #and in fandoms populated by younger ppl typically it's even more understandable! #so absolutely no hate no shade no passive aggressiveness #but i do think it is important to learn how the archive works #so if you'd like to share this it would be greatly appreciated! <3 #okay have a good day sorry this post/tags became so long haha

[evilwriter37]

Summer Reading/Writing/Arting Tag

Tagged by @katastronoot. Thank you!

Tagging @lilliths-httyd-blog, @fictionalnormalcy, @howtodrawyourdragon, @jayalaw, @lifbitch, @vrsmnya, and @mdoodlerfandomart.

1) Describe one creative WIP project you’re planning to work on over the summer.

Probably An Heir and a Throne. Recently I was trying to come out with a chapter every week, but now I have to rewrite the outline, so it's been put on the back burner. I really am enjoying this story though, and want to finish it. It's almost at novel length! Just about 3.5k words to go to hit 50k!

Edit: I also want to draw my dad’s OCs!!! He has quite a few!

2) Rec a book!

On the Edge of Gone by Corinne Duyvis! I read that book so fast. It's apocalyptic sci-fi with a black, autistic main character! It was so well written and such an interesting story. This was the first character I've ever connected so deeply with. I was able to point at the story and say: "Hey, I do that!"

3) Rec a fic!

The Black Swan Pas de Deux by Siege__ayyy. I've been helping to edit it and it's a really great fic with lots of twists and turns, an awesome plot, and great characterization! It's a Hijack/Frostcup fic. (Hiccup/Jack Frost). It's funny: I used to not be into crossovers at all, but the fandom has gotten me into Hijack with its beautiful art.

4) Rec Music!

Honestly, I've been listening to a lot of Astyria. I don't know much about her, save for the fact that I like her music. It's in a weird niche. It's dark cinematic alternative. It's really great to listen to and I get her songs stuck in my head all the time.

I've also been listening to the Elder Scrolls Online score by Brad Derrick quite a bit. It's absolutely wonderful music. My Best of ESO playlist is here.

5) Share one piece of advice!

Don't create for the audience you're afraid of. You won't grow as an artist (this includes writing and such), and you'll lose your confidence and feel down about yourself.

Write for yourself, and the audience will come--I promise. Like, the fics I write used to be seen as incredibly niche, and now I have a huge following! There are people that will love your stories and your art and your gifsets/edits. I promise.

#sorry this took me so long to get to #thank you for tagging me! #tag game

[glowinginstarlight]

Hi @its-towarzysz

hiii

#logan <3 #katie's chaos #sorry this took me so long to get to

[egophiliac]

Serious question.

Do you think we’ll see the parents/family of each of the guys???

Like, We’ve been TEASED with Ace’s brother, that I’m starting to think it’s just a reference to that Alice in Wonderland park character in Japan and nothing else….

Jack’s family, Ruggie’s grandma, Falena, Maleficia, Ms.Rosehearts, Just now Vil’s dad is in the picture which I am really happy but now I’m wondering about his mom, and so Deuce’s mom.

I mean, some HAVE a silhouette!! It could mean they do have a design in the making/ready to show. They could’ve shown us Falena in the Tamashina (hope I said that correctly) event, but didn’t (prolly to make Leona not so σ(▼□▼メ) and it’s understandable)

Anyhow, any idea/headcannon about this? Who do you want to see first?

I'm wondering if everyone might eventually get a travel event? like they've now introduced with Vil's that it doesn't have to be specifically hometowns, so that opens things up a lot! (especially if they have to figure out how to do three separate Coral Sea visits) (how would that even work otherwise)

but yeah, I hope everyone gets a chance! there's a lot of backstory characters I would LOVE to meet. :D :D :D though I do think some of them don't really suit the more light-hearted tone of the events (pretty sure you're right about that being why Falena wasn't in Tamashina-Mina, that would've just been. too much for Leona.) so like...we're probably not ever going to meet the Rosehearts. or Maleficia (although I maintain that this would be THE funniest possible way to introduce her outside of the main story, and actually I would love this a lot, can we please Twst) (I need to see her to put Malleus in a froofy little outfit and tell him what a handsome boy he is). but they've sprung surprises like Kifaji on us, and honestly anyone who shows up and tells embarrassing stories about characters' childhoods is good in my book!

characters off the top of my head who I most want to meet: literally any of the Zigvolts, Azul's mom, Ace's brother, Che'nya's grandfather (<- I think he would be a good one for Riddle) (please just any non-terrible adult in his life), any member of Rook's family because I need to see how they managed to produce him, and...really just whoever they can come up with for Silver.

#art #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland spoilers #tapis rouge #tamashina mina #i think it's just those two #(i am very very sorry about how long it took to reply to this) #but yeah i don't know if everyone is actually doable! i just want to ~believe~ #though silver would also have one of the zigvolts honestly #(they are the only reason lilia managed to actually raise him without silver like. falling through a manhole looney tunes style.) #so let's say he gets sebek's mom and sebek gets his dad. just because it would make sebek VERY annoyed. #god i want to meet azul's mom though. everything we know about her makes her sound AMAZING #i want her to feed me lunch and teach me how to take no shit #ANYWAY i do also wonder about vil's mom... #i had been thinking we might learn something about her during tapis rouge. but nope! not a mention. #i guess we did establish that vil either went with eric or was cared for by the house staff when he was traveling #so i dunno! it doesn't necessarily mean anything she might just be a busy lady doing busy things #i just wonder!

[gotchibam]

Espeon, Dusk Lycanroc, and Sylveon ko-fi doodle for Kaitlyn!

I'm accepting pokemon ko-fi doodle requests here! ✨

#artists on tumblr #pokemon #espeon #dusk lycanroc #sylveon #gotchibam arts #ko-fi doodle #thank you sm for the request!! <3 #i'm sorry this took so long ;_; #been having an art block for the past week so I couldn't finish any doodle #I think i'm getting back to it now tho esp. since the weather here is cooler now #w/c helps a lot (the past days has been terribly hot so yeah) #anyways i'll get back to ppl's msgs soon!! #also need to update stuff for my kofi members >_< #i'm getting behind a lot of stuff but I hope u guys can be patient w/ me ;o;