#the shape of water got nOTHING ON iT (I’ve never seen it)

[birf]

the og fish romance

#YEAHHHH FiSH LOVE #the shape of water got nOTHING ON iT (I’ve never seen it) #blue submarine no. 6

[elizabethemerald]

Don't Sneak up on People with Swords

@im-totally-not-an-alien-2 made a prompt about Danny sneaking up on Jason Todd and @sky00asara made a comment in the tags about what would happen if Danny did that to Talia. So here is my version of that! Enjoy.

Talia al Ghul watched her beloved from afar. He was out, again patrolling his city for those he considered wrong doers. Her son was by his side. She scowled at how Damian’s fighting style had changed, softened in the company of her beloved. Despite her love for the man under the cowl, he had a tremendous ability to take even the most ruthless of killers and change them to spare the undeserving. He had even tried it with her. 

She was hidden on the roof of an abandoned tower nearby. The tower had succumbed to fire and was now condemned until the city got around to destroying it properly. For now it made the perfect place for her to observe her beloved and her son work undisturbed. 

“Excuse me?” 

Talia whirled, drawing her blade as she spun. Her blade moved fast enough to almost cut the air itself yet the small shape ducked under her stroke and back-pedaled quickly to move out her range. 

“Jeez! Why is everyone in this city so jumpy!” 

The voice more than anything made her realize that the person who had somehow snuck close enough was an actual child. Their black hair and blue eyes made her wonder if this was another of her beloved’s adoptees. Except surely this boy was too young to catch Bruce’s eye? 

“Well maybe you should not sneak up on people?” Talia hissed, her voice soft yet stern. To say nothing of how a child who couldn’t be older than five had snuck up on her at all. 

“Well maybe you shouldn’t brood on the roof of my home!” The child snarked back, just like one of the Bat’s brood would, completely unafraid of the blade still in her hand. Talia raised an eyebrow at him then looked around at the burnt skeleton of the building they were standing on. 

“This building is not fit for human occupation.”

“Neither was the last place I lived.” He said dismissively. “This place hasn’t even killed me yet, so it’s practically a paradise.” 

She was tempted to take the child’s words as sarcasm, yet something in the way he spoke made her think he meant it more truthfully. 

“You’ve died before?” Talia asked. She relaxed her hold on her blade, allowing it to rest at her side. 

“Oh yeah, I die all the time.” He said, then he looked at her curiously tilting his head first one way, then another. “You’ve died too, huh?” 

She nodded, now examining him closely, looking for the signs she would recognize. She could see the hint of a scar on the boy’s palm that might have caused a death. 

“What is it with this town that so many people have died and come back?” The boy asked, apparently rhetorically as he didn’t let her answer. “First the stabby Robin, then the stabby Batgirl, then Batman, and even Red Hood. It’s like everyone I run into is contaminated.” 

Talia’s eyes widened. 

“You can sense those who have utilized the Lazarus Pits?” She would have to inform her father about this child. He could put the entire League of Assassins at risk. The child before her just shrugged. 

“I have no idea what that is. Red Hood mentioned some kind of pit as well, but I’ve never seen anything like that. I just know y’all are contaminated with ectoplasm, though not enough to make a core.” 

“What is this… ectoplasm?” Another name for the Lazarus Waters? Had there perhaps been a Pit outside of League control? In the midwest somewhere based on the boy’s accent. 

“Oh it’s this stuff.” He held his hand out and Talia couldn’t help keep her expression of shock withdrawn despite all her training as his hand filled with the glowing green light of the Pits. He held the Pit Water in his hand then tossed the glowing orb to his other hand in a half juggle as if he weren’t carrying the League's greatest secret and weapon. 

Nevermind telling her father about this child, he could never learn of him. If Ras had the power this child had under his control the world would never survive. There was only one option. She needed to train this child to wield this strength. With the stealth he displayed in sneaking up on her and his power over the Pits themselves he could make an assassin like the world had never seen. He could be the next Head of the Demon under her guidance. She knelt down to the boy’s level, slipping her sword back away as she did so. 

“Tell me, young one. Are you living in this death trap of a building all by yourself?” 

“Yeah, but don’t worry, I’ve got it taken care of. I know I’m little, but that just means people are less likely to notice me. I’m able to steal all the food I need from that big box store down the street.” 

“Oh of that I have no doubt. My name is Talia al Ghul. What’s yours?” 

“Hmm. I’m Danny.” The boy seemed hesitant to trust her, which to be perfectly honest was probably a very smart thing to do, but at least she had a name for this gift of Lazarus. 

“Danny, how would you like to come live with me? You won’t have to steal any more, or worry about food ever again, and I could train you how to fight even better than the Bats.” 

He narrowed his eyes at her, looking her over closely. 

“Would I get a sword?” 

“If a sword is what you want, then once you were trained in its use I would acquire one for you.”

Danny looked like he was about to nod, but then he froze, his head tilting to the side as if he was listening to something. His eyes widened and Talia tensed. 

“Uh-oh. Fruit Loop incoming. I gotta go.” 

Talia half turned as she heard the sound of one of her beloved’s grappling lines catching on the building’s edge. By the time she had turned back to face him, Danny had completely vanished. She hadn’t even heard him leave. She stood and scowled as her beloved landed on the rooftop next to her. 

“Talia.” He grunted at her, glaring all the while. 

“Beloved. Must you ruin every nice thing in my life?” Talia snarled back. The boy, Danny, had the gift of Lazarus at his beck and call and Batman had scared him off. 

Bruce looked momentarily stunned at her fury, but quickly hid it behind his mask. However Talia couldn’t care less about her beloved right now. She just needed to lose him so she could return to find the boy. The boy who would change the world with his power. 

#danny fenton #talia al ghul #dp x dc #batman #kid danny #deaged danny #talia is like this is my kid #he can be damian's brother #Danny does not want to get a new dad #a new mom on the other hand #I also had an idea where Jazz came out to check on danny #and fought talia to protect danny #and talia is like ooh two for one special #I get a new daughter and a new son #I can train both of them to over throw ras and batman

[via-l0ve]

Hi! Uhh, would you mind writing for the spn guys w/ a reader who's bad at showing affection the "normal" way and likes to give ppl stuff? And not like regular gifts, just things that remind them of the guys. Like beads or old bracelets or cool rocks & other shiny stuff. No. I'm not a crow. Y would u think that. Uh,,, bye. Drink sum water

Gifts! (SPN pref!) 🩷

a/n: this idea is SO CUTE. i literally love it. also sorry for lowkey disappearing lol, im sick with i don’t even know what and i’ve been in my depressed era but IM BACK BABES. PROMISES.

warnings: nothing!!! swearing i guess (should i even include this as a warning anymore? swearing is like my second language.)

Dean:

dean cherishes EVERYTHING you get him

“dean?”

“yeah y/n?”

“i got you this rock.”

“oh, really?”

he carries the rock with him in his jacket pocket because it’s just so smooth and nice and it’s from you!

i feel like he would find random bottle caps and start a collection with you

“dean!! look! i found this old bracelet on the road. it’s so cute right? and shiny. it’s for you.”

“thank you.” *literally melts.*

—

Sam:

DONT GET MAD AT ME!!!

Sometimes sam throws the stuff away

ONLY TO MAKe ROOM FOR THE NEW STUFF

he thought it was a little odd at first

“a bead… reminded you of me.”

“yeah!!”

“…okay then.”

he quickly falls in love with your habits

he finds himself picking up on them and stuff

he stores them all in a little shoe box

im sobbing. that’s so cute

the box has “nike” scribbled out and sam wrote “y/n’s gifts” on it instead

it’s so cute

—

Castiel:

CAS FUCKING LOVES IT

he gets you little trinkets too

they’re not as random as yours but one time he went to a thrift store and found a little trinket of a mouse and was like “this is y/n.”

but he has a little container for all of the beads/bracelets you give him

he puts all of your rocks in a very organized and pretty order

he loves the shiny things the most

you got him a pin that said #1 dad

despite him not being a dad

he was like

“this is the best gift i’ve ever gotten.”

wears it nonstop.

—

Crowley:

he’s a little confused at first

“you got me… a rock?”

“yeah!”

“…why?”

“it just reminded me of you!!!”

idk if you guys have seen Guardians of the Galaxy but in the scene where it shows Yondu’s collection of little toys he sets on the ship before he drives it??

that’s crowley

he puts all of his favorite things you get him right on his throne or in his pockets

he grows to love it

—

Gabriel:

he can’t get enough of it

you get him weird little pins and sparkly things and he adds them to his ensemble daily

he keeps them all

never throws anything out

“i found this chip and it’s shaped like texas.”

“i love it.”

you guys are on a walk around town and you find him an old bracelet that says “pookie” and you give it to him and he wears it EVERYWHERE

sam/dean/cas/crowley see it one day

“pookie?”

“yeah. that’s my nickname.”

“who the fuck gave you that nickname?”

“y/n.”

he shows off everything you give him

#love u mwah #thank you sm for this request #dean winchester #sam winchester #dean winchester x reader #sam winchester x reader #castiel #castiel x reader #crowley #crowley x reader #gabriel x reader #gabriel #dean winchester supernatural #castiel supernatural #sam winchester supernatural #supernatural imagine #supernatural x reader #supernatural

[succubusmunson]

There’s something about horror movies that just really turn Eddie (and you) on. 

Imagine the two of you sitting in his bed while watching Evil Dead, your back is pressed to his chest and he has his tattooed arms wrapped around your body. You’re watching the movie, paying no mind to Eddie until you feel his hands slowly crawl up your thighs, his fingers just lightly brushing over the top of your pants. 

“Eddie, watch the damn movie.” You barely turn your head to the side to look at him and his face has a mischievous smirk written all over it. 

His hands slip into the waistband of your pants and panties, already feeling just how wet you are. “How can I watch the movie when you are this soaked?” The pads of his fingers ghost over your swollen and throbbing clit, earning him a gasp. “Plus, I’ve seen this movie before, you haven’t.” 

Just as you go to say something to him again, he takes his free hand and holds your jaw, forcing your eyes to the television in front of you. “One look away from this tv and you aren’t cumming at all, got it?” 

Slowly, you nod your head just as he slowly slides fingers inside your warm and wet pussy. You want to do nothing more than roll your head back onto his shoulder and enjoy the pleasure even more, but you didn’t want to ruin your chances of cumming. 

“That’s a good girl,” he pumps his fingers in and out, a soft squelching sound following them. “Who knew horror movies turned us both on?”

Eddie’s thumb catches your clit, rubbing circles in time with his fingers. You quietly moan his name, grabbing his arm and leaving crescent-shaped marks on it. “Fuck, Eddie… please.” 

You don’t know how he does it, but you’re already so close to cumming. It’s taking everything out of you not to shut your eyes and just lose yourself in the feeling. 

“You’re being such a good girl for me.” He adds a third finger, stretching you open. Your eyes go wide and you gulp, your orgasm creeping up on you more and more. “Gonna cum for me? Gonna be a dirty little slut and cum while we’re trying to watch a movie?”

There's little time between his last words before you’re absolutely coming undone on his fingers. You grind down on them, riding out your orgasm and he whispers how good you take them, and your moans become louder than the tv. Your cum soaks his fingers and you watch as he slowly pulls them out and in front of your face. The strings of your cum connect all three of his fingers, making them shine in the low light. 

“Better clean up the mess you made.” Your lips chase his fingers and he laughs at how eager you are to please him. “And once you’re done, you can get on your pretty little knees for me and make me cum, got it?”

Never needing to be told twice, you wrap your plump lips around his fingers. Eddie’s mouth slowly opens as his tongue rolls over his lips and his chest starts to heaven with deep breaths. “You look so good with something in your mouth, you know that?”

Eddie shoves his fingers back into your throat more, making you gag, and your eyes start to water. “Shh, it’s okay, baby.” He holds you by the back of your head, keeping you still, “gotta get this mouth ready for my cock, don’t I?” 

The second he removes his fingers from your, you’re on your knees. Your hands fly to the top of his pants, sliding them and his boxers down in one go. His cock springs up, slapping his happy trail. It’s throbbing and leaking with precum, practically begging to be touched. 

Eddie grabs his cock by the base and aims it for your waiting mouth, rubbing the swollen and wet head of it against your lips. “C’mon baby, don’t keep me wait- shit.” 

His head falls back against the mattress as your wet tongue licks up the slit, collecting most of the precum. “Oh fuck the movie. This is so much better.”

#eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson blurb

[crazylittlejester]

I come in offering of your hardest prompt ever: let wars take a nap

But fr i think if would be funny if wars and twi were out doing something late and wars just could not stay awake so twi has to give him a piggyback back to the chain and by the time they back twi is so tired he just collapse on his cot with wars still on his back

oh no oh goodness *panics* hardest prompt i’ve ever gotten in my life 😔/hj

I hope I successfully gave them a nice nap. Here you go!! (701 words)

The hardest days weren’t always after lots of monster attacks and fighting, but often the day AFTER, when they were exhausted and spent a full day walking and on edge, prepared for an attack that would never come. It left them all tense and stressed out, and Twilight found it near impossible to relax after days like that, days like today.

He was pacing the camp, walking back and forth along the same small trail his boots were carving into the earth, lost in thought when Warriors came over and tapped him on the shoulder. Twilight jumped involuntarily, shooting the captain a glare, but the other man just stared back with a shit eating grin.

“We have some time before Wild and Time are done with dinner,” Warriors pointed out, “and I saw a small pond a little ways back. What do you say we go check it out?”

Twilight looked behind him at the rest of the group. Legend was passed out asleep on top of Hyrule, and Sky was playing his harp close by. Four and Wind were talking quietly with each other and, as the captain had said, Time and Wild were working together on dinner. Surely if he and Warriors left for a short while it’d be okay… right?

Before Twilight could properly make up his mind, Warriors gently grabbed his hand and started walking away, leading him off through the woods. When they reached the pond they both got distracted by a bright red butterfly, and spent a few minutes trying to get it to land in their hands. The butterfly eventually ended up landing in Warriors’s hair, and the captain shrieked when it had flown directly at his face, causing Twilight to laugh so hard his stomach hurt. The glare the captain shot him did absolutely nothing with the pretty red butterfly sitting on his head.

They messed around for a little while longer, until all the tension had seeped out of Twilight’s body and he felt himself truly able to relax. They’d taken their boots off and splashed around a bit in the shallow water, and Twilight had gotten so focused in making shapes in the sand that he hadn’t noticed the captain disappear.

“W- Wars?” He asked, confused, looking all around the pond to see where his brother had disappeared off to. When he found him he let out a laugh, quickly covering his mouth with his hand to stop himself from being too loud.

Warriors had gone to sit up against a tree, and he seemed to have fallen asleep; his chin was resting against his chest, putting his neck at a rather odd and uncomfortable angle, and he was breathing slowly. He must’ve tired himself out and crashed.

“Wars,” Twilight called, nudging the captain. The man didn’t stir at all so he tried again, shaking his shoulder gently. “Cap’n.”

Blue eyes flew wide open, looking around frantically. “Huh? What?”

“We gotta go back to camp,” the rancher told him, pulling his boots back on. It would really suck to end the day by stepping on something sharp on the forest floor. “C’mon.”

Warriors groaned, sounding annoyed, and flopped down onto the ground.

Twilight rolled his eyes. “Do ya want me to carry you? ‘Cause I will.”

The captain looked up at him with wide hopeful eyes. “Would you really??”

“Yeah, but only if you get up right now.”

He didn’t think he’d seen Warriors move so fast before, and that was how he ended up carrying the captain on his back back to camp. The longer he walked the harder it was for Twilight to keep his eyes open. Warriors wasn’t heavy by any means, in fact the captain was alarmingly light for someone who was very close to Twilight in height, but with how exhausted he was, the rancher probably would’ve tired quickly carrying just a small bag.

The second he reached the clearing where everyone had set up camp, Twilight flopped down on his bed roll, Warriors landing on top of him. His brother grumbled at the rough landing, wiggling around until the two of them ended up cuddled up together. Within seconds, both of them were fast asleep.

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu warriors #lu wars #lu twilight #jes talks #jes ask #jes fic

[thenightcallsme]

Dove | Simon "Ghost" Riley

A/N: Hello lovely people, I have a backlog of short stories written for things like Avatar: The Way of Water, MWII, Stranger Things, The Arcana, Outer Banks, and many more that I have never posted and keep to myself. I'm talking hundreds of pages worth of fluff, angst and eventual smut - you've got to get through some plot first, though. HOWEVER, if anyone likes my writing and wants to task me with stuff to write, like straight smut, I'm all ears. Anyway, if anyone is interested in reading stuff I could potentially post, here is a snippet for a little Call of Duty fic.

Synopsis: You're to play the materialistic wife of a rich, well-connected husband during an undercover mission. You're to-be husband is a temporary recruit of the 141, who is to supervise your every move. While getting ready, you have a surprising interaction with your Lieutenant, Ghost, who you swear has made it his mission to treat you like a stranger day after day. Until now.

Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x f!reader

Contains: pretty much nothing of importance, just Ghost being as unreadable as ever, causing reader to have their mind blown by the smallest of crumbs

• • • • •

I look in the mirror at the woman who is supposed to be Lyanna Winstead. She’s the partner of Dario Winstead, son of a wealthy businessman. Everything about Lyanna is a carbon copy of myself. Her smile, her hair, her figure, her voice. Only, she presents herself in a way I haven’t in a long time.

Gone is the tactical gear and camouflage colours. Instead, she wears the most beautiful dress I’ve ever seen. The outline of the dress is simple yet captivating to suits the old Hollywood theme. Silver cascades down her body, creating the illusion of a mercury waterfall. The sweetheart neckline and thin straps compliment her full breasts and soft arms. Adorning the bodice are glistening silver designs that remind me of old, swirling boarders on French mirrors. The designs fall away, melting into plain silver threads that fall to the floor and pool at her feet. The dress hugs her body like a second skin, only melting away at her knees. The silhouette fit her hourglass figure well.

The silver jewellery she wears is modest so as not to take away from the dress’s magnificence. On her neck is a dainty Vivienne Westwood necklace, the inner planet of the pendant a pearl. Matching dangling earrings hang from her lower lobe piercing. The rest of her ear piercings are small diamond studs and silver hoops. One wrist displays a thin diamond tennis bracelet and a Van Cleef one with emerald clovers. On the other is the only ode to myself: the evil eye bracelet I never take off. The thin silver chain and bejewelled eye thankfully blend into the rest of the accessories. Small rings cover her fingers, few in number and easily ignorable. The bands are thin and any jewels are small and clear. However, one stands out; a breathtaking sight on her left index finger.

Glittery diamonds cover the band, giving way to a large, circular moonstone. Rainbow shimmer comes to life in the milky stone when the light hits it just right. Separating the band and the centrepiece are two small flowers with diamond centres. Two separate rings sit beneath and below the main one, shaped in V’s to follow the curve. At each point are flowers similar the the others, with curved leaves flowing from the petals. All three are gold, contrasting against the silver to make a statement.

I’m not just looking back at Dario’s partner. I’m looking at his wife.

I’m Will’s wife. 

Fake wife, really. I nearly shake my head in wonder. I still look like myself, but everything about this makes me feel like I’m wearing a second skin. Lyanna’s skin. Every so often I stare at the ring in amazement. If anyone ever proposes to me, I would hope for nothing less than the magnificent that is this ring. All that adorns my body is courtesy of Will. Unbeknownst to me before this mission, he’s filthy rich, and a filthy rich man needs a filthy rich wife. All the designer jewellery, the dress, the shoes, and the engagement ring are authentic and top dollar.

After the last touch-ups of make-up, fragrances, and hair, I’m making my way to the courtyard. I’m to have one last briefing and run over of the plan before getting in Will’s blacked-out Corvette. I have to give it to him: he really knows how to pull off a lavish life with style.

Already am I wishing to rip off the damn stilettos on my feet. While I could live in the dress and jewellery, this is the one day a year I’m willing to wear heels.

The air is cool, the last golden light of day painting the courtyard and walls of Alejandro’s HQ in a luminescent glow. A low rumble fills the air from my 'husband’s car. Will leans against it, speaking with the 141. Ghost lingers back by the front door, arms folded and back leaning against a pillar. Weaving between his fingers with precision is a small dagger. His head turns at the sound of approaching heels.

“Was starting to think you were a no show,” he says gruffly.

I stop beside him to adjust my dress. It doesn’t really need adjust, but suddenly being subjected to his gaze makes me anxious. “Told you it would take a while. Gotta look the part.”

The way his eyes travel over my body almost makes me shrink away. Every curve is on full display. The tight bodice holds up my already full breasts, and somehow my waist-to-hip ratio is even more accentuated. Wearing my uniform doesn’t exactly hide my figure thanks to the tight shirts and cargo pants that aren’t exactly loose from my mid-thigh up. However, a lot of me is lost beneath the vests and belts.

“Stop...inspecting me, or whatever you're doing,” I mumble. “Makes me think I need to fix something.”

I begin taking the skirts in my hand as I survey my descent. It’s not too much, but the steps are steep enough to be an issue. The heels on my feet are no help.

Ghost shakes his head. “Don’t. You look…”

“Important?”

“Pretty.”

I stop in my tracks to look back at him, unsure if I heard him correctly. He doesn’t look away or seem embarrassed to have said so. Then again, when does he ever. No-nonsense and prideful in his emotionless character, Ghost is not one to regret his words. Everything he says is a calculated move. Compliments are certainly something to be calculated in a sense, but I don't think of it to be a compliment, even when a small part of me screams for more. I'm playing my part well; there'd be a problem if I wasn't looking pretty. A slow smile quirks at my lips, teasing in nature as I raise my brows. The teasing turns to surprise, however, when he offers me his arm.

“How chivalrous,” I quip as I lightly take his offered arm. Even the slightest contact sends thrills beneath my skin. “Careful, Lieutenant. I might start to think you actually like me.”

Ghost’s eyes train on the ground. At first, I wonder if he doesn’t want to meet my eyes, only then to realise he’s watching my footing. I barely catch a glimpse of his squint.

“I like you in one piece,” he corrects. “This job will be over the second you sprain your ankle on a flight of stairs.”

I hum. “Ahh, there it is.”

He looks up at me then. “There’s what?”

“Thinking about the job, as always.”

As always, I keep my tone light and teasing, but there's an accusing hint. A subtle jab I let slip that I pray goes unnoticed.

There's no room for emotions in this job, and though I've compromised that with the rest of the 141, Ghost is a difficult case. An impossible riddle, a mind-numbing equation with no real answer. Nothing about him should be likeable. He's painfully honest and dismissive when he bothers to speak, he's angry half the time, his attention is never lingering and his mind is an impenetrable fortress. It would make more sense to give in to Alejandro's shameless flirting or Gaz's sleazy grins. Only, it's Ghost that keeps me up at night. It's Ghost, who sends a pang through my chest when he reminds me any care is from pure investment in performance. I'm useful, nothing more.

I can count on one hand the number of times he's thrown me small morsels of care as if I were a stray dog whining and begging for food. Even then, I wouldn't have made it past three fingers. A greedy piece of me spins those memories into something that serves my desire. See, he's returning your interest, that hopeful voice purrs in my ear while feeding me botched versions of what really happened. I know better than to give in to the delusions. The ending of those memories is what sobers me, and it's no different now. I need you in shape for tomorrow. Keep your head in the game. I'm just making sure this isn't interrupting the job. He's always quick to redirect any concern from me to the job.

Maybe, just maybe...what if he was trying to save face? Does he not want to care?

Ghost remains silent for a moment. In consideration or because he doesn’t care to answer, I can’t tell. But when he does answer, his voice has my full attention. It’s low and rough, each syllable laced with something intoxicating. Something I've never heard before and never thought I would hear. Something I want to hear again and again.

“You have no idea what I think about, dove.”

Dove.

The response catches me so off guard I almost forget to take another step. We’ve reached the bottom of the steps, now. The second both my feet are on the flat expanse of the concrete driveway, he breaks away from our linked arms. There is no follow-up, no hint of a miscommunication, not even a look in my direction before he's gone from my side. All I can do is hesitantly trail behind him, lost in my thoughts.

Ghost has never given me a nickname before. Hell, he barely refers to me as anything other than my callsign. When I do hear my real name, it's never for good reasons.

The nickname that pours from his lips comes in a deep voice curled into a sensual tone, sounding like silk-covered marble, low and intended for my ears only. It's strangely intimate—something a lover would purr with lustful eyes and a seeking touch. Somehow it seems to invoke a phantom touch that glides across my skin. Gooseflesh puckers in its chilling wake. In the span of only a few seconds, I seem to experience every emotion humanly possible. Shock, surprise, a sickening, perverse enjoyment...and irritation that I must now join the rest of the team as if a mind-numbing heat was not boiling in the pits of my stomach

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I'll get the formatting of posting these to be prettier btw I promise 🙏🙏 But anyway just interact with this or tell me directly if you want more.

#call of duty #modern warefare ii #mw2 #mwii #simon ghost riley #ghost #simon riley #simon ghost riley x reader #fanfiction #avatar the way of water #avatar #neteyam #neteyam avatar #neteyam sully #stranger things #eddie munson #the arcana #julian devorak #let me know if you want more #please I need an outlet for my writing problem but like I need validation as well lol

[lovelylittlelosers]

🚨 TOP TEN ANCIENT MEDITERRANEAN (Hellenic) POTTERY SHAPES (and their best in show) 🚨

A lot of these are going to be from Athens. This isn’t because Athens is the best polis at pottery, but because most of the surviving material culture from Greek antiquity was found in Athens. This is just the facts of classics, deal with it.

10.  The Oinochoe ⭐️⭐️

This is just a pitcher. A boring boring pitcher used to pour wine. It could have been so much more. where’s the flare? I have nothing left to say.

Best in show: Wtf is he doin with that hog? Wheelbarrow racing? Just kidding, this is actually Herakles defeating that boar and bringing it to Athena. which is cool  but its still just a fucking pitcher. (~510 BCE Athens)

9. The Alabastron ⭐️⭐️⭐️

It’s a little vial/jug that holds oils and perfumes. BORING. Do more, be better. Alabastra  are the type of vase that wouldn’t stand a chance in a fist fight. I need a bad bitch piece of pottery and this shit isn't cutting it.

Best in show: This Etruscan alabastron. She’s cute! I too like to paint little cats. (620-590 BCE, Corinth)

8.  The Amphora ⭐️⭐️⭐️ 

She’s tried and true. She’s a classic. She’s basic as hell. Amphorai have many uses but mainly they’re just glorified modern kitchen Pyrex. They just contain shit. Grains? ✔️ Oil? ✔️ Human Ashes? ✔️ Multipurpose icon, but it’s also the only pottery type with its own emoji 🏺 so she’s too mainstream for my taste. All my homies appreciate the amphora, but it’s never gonna be top 5.

Best in show: Exekias’ pot of mythic warriors Achilles and Ajax playing a lil game. How fun! I love a game night. (~540 BCE Athens)

7.  The Stamnos ⭐️⭐️⭐️.5

The amphora’s cooler cousin. stamnoi are bad bitches all around. They’re stouter and are made to hold liquids like water and wine (and sometimes as diluting vessels.) They have the same powerful vibe as amphorai but they’re more underground, you’ve probably never heard of them before.

Best in show: Listen. Is she a little flawed? Yes. Is she serving cunt? Kinda. This stamnos depicts Dionysus and his maenads and satyrs! Rad as hell. (370–360 BCE Etruscan)

6. The Volute Krater ⭐️⭐️⭐️.5

Kraters are wine mixing pots where water is added to super concentrated wines to make them actually drinkable. Kraters have many different styles but the best of them is the Volute Krater - just like a normal krater, but with fancier handles. They’ve got a very classic look I think, I’d want to hang out with one they seem like they have really expensive and classy tastes. The sugar mommy of ancient pottery.

Best in show:  What a pretty mother fucker. (~320 BCE Etruscan).

5. The Lebes Gamikos ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

So... This one is really weird looking and also really pretty. Has maybe the least practical lid I’ve ever seen but who can even blame it when it looks that pretty? A lebes would have been used as a cooking pot. A COOKING POT. CAN YOU IMAGINE WHIPPING THIS BITCH OUT TO MAKE MAC AND CHEESE????

Best in show: TO COOK WITH??????????? It’s got Eros on it and a smaller decorative lebes as the handle. So extra and for what? (350 - 325 BCE Apulia.)

4.  The Loutrophorus ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️.5

 These guys are tall and skinny and potters liked to go ham on the handles. They were ceremonial vases that held water. They’re just really impressive. I mean just look at it. Potters and Painters got to go crazy on these things because they were only really used for big and important rituals and events so they could be as fancy and special as they wanted.

Best in show: I mean,,,, come on folks. This piece has the head of a woman on the lid and each side is decorated with tons of gods and goddesses. It is ornate, it was expensive, it is a fucking queen. (330 BCE)

3. The Kylix  ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️.5

Perhaps a little over rated but definitely not as overhyped as the amphora, the kylix is a wide shallow pot used for sippin’ on drinks in super style. They have painted eyes and when you drink from them the eyes become part of your face and the handles look like ears. This is life changing information. These bitches are big and dramatic, much like me. They were really popular in Mycenean Greece (before the dark ages that birthed the classical Hellenic period we all know and love -- the ancient Greece of ancient Greece) which just screams Scorpio energy; how mysterious and cool of them. These baddies have art not just on the outside, but the inside too! 

Best in show: Reminds me of that crazy look anime characters get when they’re about to go off the rails (~510 BCE Athens.) a second less cool kylix is also pictured to show you what they would look like when you drank from them. Hilarious.

2. The Pyxis ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Pyxides are the unsung hero of ancient pottery. Most pottery charts will not feature them. But Pyxides are a girl’s best friend.

The pyxis serves as a little jewelry box, a little box for all your trinkets, a little makeup kit. This is the fun type of versatility (👀🏺 get good amphora) These little guys sit on your ancient vanity and open up from the top with a fun shaped handle. Because they were made for women we get a lot of cool insights on women’s lives (and a lot of wedding stuff) in antiquity from these little guys!

Best in show: THIS pyxis depicting a bride preparing for her wedding. Outside she takes a little bath with Eros (winged god of love who later becomes our modern Cupid) and inside he sits on her lap. Talk about a wing man! (~410 BCE Athens.)

1. The Kantharos  ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

If you don’t think a kantharos could steal your girl you’re wrong. These bitches have everything you could ever look for. They’re smaller drinking cups that were most likely used for rituals due to how crazy ornate most of them are. Some of them are even molded to look like heads, that is simultaneously really badass and also very unserious!!

Best(s) in show: A classic ornate kantharos with silver plating depicting the death of Orpheus and the kidnapping of Helen. Look at how fucking GORGEOUS it is (~415 BC.)  And a head kantharos (also called a janiform kantharos as they have two faces!) of a satyr and a woman. Imagine drinking from this I would feel so powerful (420 B.C. Athens.)

#guess my special interest #ancient greece #archaeology #classics #etruscan #athens #corinth

[michellemisfit]

Weekly Tag Wednesday Thursday

Thank you @darlingian for creating this week’s game. Thanks for the tag @juliakayyy @lingy910y @jrooc @sam-loves-seb @mmmichyyy @mickeysgaymom @deedala @metalheadmickey @creepkinginc @stocious @mybrainismelted @energievie

Which character from any media would you like to have as a father? 

Magnus Bane (Shadowhunters) would be pretty cool, AND magic.

If money, laws, time, and effort were no object, what animal would you want to have?

Do laws include laws of science and… y’know… reality? If not… Mother fucking dragon, baby!

What is your Chinese takeout order? 

Salt & Pepper chicken. Duck pancakes. Satay chicken. Prawn crackers. An insane quantity of spring rolls for @rutherinahobbit

What's your favorite emoji?

I’ve become very fond of 🫡, but the one I use most often is probably 🥺 - it’s literally my face. I look at Ruth like that and say ‘I am the emoticon’ and then she has to be nice to me… 🥺

Would you rather have a library, greenhouse, or home theater in your house?

Library. For the aesthetic and the comfy comfy reading nooks! Also I would be able to have all my favourite fic bound and displayed in the library <3 <3 <3

What childhood tv show do you think of the most fondly?

My Little Pony and Animals Of Farthing Wood

What was your tumblr like when you first joined?

I had it for longer, but I first started really using it for Shadowhunters, and 90% of the fandom was here, before it largely moved to Twitter, and now has been struggling to move back, so has sort of become a bit homeless 🥺

What clothing style do you love but don't feel compelled to replicate yourself?

Anything neat and tailored. I think it looks fly AF, but I have neither the body type nor the patience for it.

If you were plopped into a fictional world, which one would you know the layout of the best?

Stars Hallow is really good shout I’ve seen other people use. Also any fictional TV show that basically takes place in a home, only. I’d be all over that! haha

What is your favorite piece of art? 

I’ve been obsessed with ‘Dream Caused by the Flight of a Bee Around a Pomegranate a Second Before Awakening’ ever since I was about 10 years old.

Do you have a water bottle? what does it look like?

I recently broke my water bottle so I’ve got a temporary replacement one and I hate it. It’s boring and too big and not the right shape. Grr.

What fanfic trope is a quiet fave?

I’m pretty loud about all my fic feelings. Sometimes I unexpectedly enjoy a Mafia/Crime AU, though I would never go looking for it!

Do you carry a daily bag? what does it look like? what's the weirdest thing in it?

I’ve got three. A tote bag for when I bring lunch Tupperwares into work or otherwise have to transport big things. A large backpack for when I bring my laptop into work or travel. And a tiiiiiiiny backpack (smaller than A5) and the weirdest thing is how much stuff I manage to fit into it! First Aid Kit. Sewing Kit. Wallet. Phone. Portable Phone Charger. Sunglasses. Tissues. Cigarettes. House keys. Pill box. Misc. hair things for when other people need them.

If you had to ship Mickey with another Gallagher, who would it be?

Carl. Ultimate chaos couple!!!! 🙌

What is a fanfic trope you didn't expect to like and then very much did?

We all know the old adage: You're only ever one good fic away from developing that weird kink you keep making jokes about, stay humble.

There’s nothing that hits quite the way an unexpected horny swoop hits! Stay humble. Stay open. Stay curious.

Do you think s11 Mickey can still carry s11 Ian?

Mickey Milkovich voice: YUP YUP

Who got custody of the killing bat when they sold the house?

Agree with @lingy910y - I absolutely see Mickey and Carl fighting for the bat! it’s their potato masher!! <3

Tagging @silvanshadow @captainjowl @thisdivorce @crestfallercanyon @heymacy @ohkate @too-schoolforcool @heymrspatel @gallawitchxx @callivich @crossmydna @palepinkgoat @vintagelacerosette @the-rat-wins @tsuga-of-mars @you-are-so-much-better-than-that @ian-galagher @imikhailotakeyouian @mikhailoisbaby @depressedstressedlemonzest

#weekly tag Wednesday #tag game #Mys stuff #darlingian

[oubliette-odette]

The Reluctance of Love Pt. 14

Thank you so so much for your patience as I work through these new chapters! Your support is so appreciated! :)

Orc Male x Half-Elf Male, Fated Mates, Forbidden Love, Slow Burn Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15 Word Count: 2479 (19 min) Content Warnings: verbal abuse, homophobia, fantasy racism Steamy scenes will come to those who are patient. :) All orcish is from orcishdictionary.com, created by Matt Vancil.

Altan POV

I gazed at myself in the mirror, wondering what Drunrag would think when he saw me. 

Everything I wore felt light and gentle upon my skin. It was a dress from my mothers that I had painstakingly repurposed to drape on me more like a tunic. It was a light, airy fabric that fell and draped off my shoulder and arms like water, shifting between white and blue. It’s neckline was low, but I wore a white corset that allowed me to arrange and hold the fabric in place so that the collar rouched and gathered delicately around my chest. Even more so I admired how the back of the shirt swooshed and draped so that my back was exposed until the corset met the top of my waist. I closed my eyes and imagined what it would feel like to have Drunrag’s hands against the small of my back. I knew it wouldn’t happen, but I was too weak not to imagine it.

“You will not be wearing that tonight.” My father’s voice made me jump. I hadn’t heard him come into my room and I felt the hot heat in my cheeks as he looked me up and down with judgment. He marched towards me and pulled at the fabric, jerking me towards him. “Is this how you dress yourself? Like some whore? Get changed, you’re already late for the festivities”

I glared at him, saying nothing. 

“You are a grown man, Altan.” His voice was poison to me and I flinched as his hand slapped the side of my face, it stung and I turned away to avoid another strike. “Do not test me.”

This had become my life in the last week. Me, disappointing my father with my every wilful choice. My father, striking me with his words and hands to tell me to shape up. But I would not obey. I could never obey. 

“Father, he looks fine.” 

Selhar, who had been in my room with me before Father came in, was sitting on my bed with one of his books. His voice was timid and I looked at him, begging him not to intervene.

“Know your place, Selhar.” My father warned. “You should also be downstairs with our guests.”

Selhar looked at me, his eyes were wide and frightened. What should I do? They seemed to ask. I shook my head. 

Selhar cowered and slid slowly from off the bed and headed out the door. My father’s eyes were cold as he watched him leave. 

“I have invited people for you to meet. They have been waiting for you.” He said. He let me go and walked towards my wardrobe where he reached in and pulled a black robe that he threw onto the end of my bed. “This is what you will wear.”

“I won’t wear that.” I said. “And I won’t meet them.” I still felt the sting on my cheek and knew that if I wasn’t careful, another would follow. But I was determined to make my father’s life a living hell if he insisted on keeping me against my will. 

“Son, do not test me today.” He said in a hushed tone. “I’ve made very careful arrangements tonight for you.”

“I’m not interested.” I said. “I already know what you’ve got planned for me and I have no interest in meeting anyone. Thank you, but we don’t have the same taste.”

My father grabbed my forearm again and pulled me towards him. I saw the flash of anger and there was a special kind of fury behind his eyes that I had never seen before. 

“You continue to be ungrateful for what I do for you.” The hand he had on my arm tightened and a small whimper escaped my lips. 

“I never asked for you to do any of these things.” I said weakly. “Had you ever cared to understand me, you would know what I want.”

“I know what you want,” He replied, “But let me be clear: you will not be with the orc.” He said. “To be with him would betray what our fathers had fought for and you would taint our family with impurity. I can grow to accept you descending below yourself to be with a man if I must, though I find it distasteful. But you will not be with those who come from our enemy’s blood, you don’t understand what you’re asking.”

I clenched my jaw and I knew he saw the defiance in me. 

And yet, he smirked, “The evening will go as follows. We will get you dressed in something presentable and we walk into the Great Hall together as Father and Son. You will be introduced to our guests as heir and apprentice to my position. I will take you to meet your betrothed, a lovely girl from Triel. You will make nice with her and her family and you will impress them with your charm and wit. You will not speak out of turn, you hear me? Her father and I will finalize the arrangements for you and then as the festivities end you will be escorted straight from the Great Hall to a carriage that will be waiting for you that will be taking you somewhere quiet and remote to help clear your head before the wedding.”

“What?” I exclaimed. “You’re sending me away?”

He nodded, he honestly looked like he was being benevolent as he spoke, “Son, your confused condition has brought extreme concern to myself and your brothers. I’ve made the difficult decision to send you to a distant relative where perhaps some new surroundings with less…distractions…will help you see reason.”

“I’m not confused.” I said defiantly. “Stop making me out to be someone I’m not. You just want to keep me away from Drunrag.” I narrowed my eyes, “What are you going to do to him once I’m gone?”

He blinked at me, a look of innocence. It was such a lie. “Whatever do you mean son? I’m not the villian you’re making me out to be. I’m trying to protect you.”

“From what?” I asked, “Being happy?”

He let out a large, exasperated sigh. “Your mother would have you believe that the world has changed from our ancestor’s time. She led you to believe that there was peace between races. But she was mistaken. There are some races where you simply can’t change what exists in their nature: violence, barbaric rituals, incestuous and vile practices. Whatever that orc made you believe was possible between you two…it’s not real. You would not be his lover. You would be his possession.”

“How is that any different than what I am to you?” I protested. “I can’t go anywhere without one of your guards watching me. Everything I wear,” I lifted the fabric in my hands. “Everything I eat. There’s nothing I do each day that isn’t done without your permission. I am nothing more than your plaything. I’m sorry but you can’t convince me that my life is actually better now without him in it. I’ve lived with you my whole life, father. I know that nothing you do is totally benevolent. It’s all ulterior motives and careful manipulation, and I’m not falling for it anymore. I’m not your puppet and I won’t let Drunrag become one either. You have no power over either of us.” 

A second hard slap across my face stung my cheeks. I drew back, taking hold of my face. 

“You are nothing but a lovesick child!” He yelled. “I will not accept such rebellion in my home. You will change, immediately, and you’re coming with me down to the hall.”

I shook my head. “I’m not going. I’m sure Lady Triel is a good person, but I will not see her. I will remain in my quarters and I will stay here for the evening. You can take me wherever you wish and hide me away from the world. I would prefer that to lying about who I am and who I love. Lady Triel will not go through what my mother did.” I bowed my head. “I know you are disappointed in having a son like me. Someone who is so different from yourself and unwilling to bend to your will. I had hoped that someday we would come to see one another, but I see that you will never change. I will never be good enough for you. So I beg you, take me away if you insist. But do not make me lie about who I am. I will not do it.”

His demeanor shifted and I saw that there was something in his eye, something that made me nervous and I held my tongue back from saying more.

“If you insist on remaining here, I will not object.” He said, “But you would miss out on seeing your lover one last time.”

“What?” I asked. “Drunrag is here?” My heart started to pound quickly inside of me. He was here. He was here. Soon, I will see you. The words in Drunrag’s last message to me; they weren’t just mere poetry. I thought he was being romantic and sweet, but maybe it had been real.

“You may see him only if you agree to follow my plan.”

I felt torn. He was asking me to show up in front of Drunrag and pretend to be happy about an arranged marriage that I had never asked for. I hated the idea of doing that to my Drun. I loved him, nobody else. I couldn’t betray him. But I wanted to see him. I needed to see him. 

I found myself searching my father’s gaze, looking for the catch, the lie in his words. I pulled against him. “You’re never this kind. What are you going to do to him?”

He frowned. “You do not trust me?”

I shook my head, “Never. You only do things for your own benefit.”

He glared. “That is an exaggeration and a falsity, son.”

“Then explain to me why you’re being so generous to see this man you would prefer to see dead?”

He shrugged, “His fate is no longer your concern, son. If you agree to my terms, you will not see him again after you leave tonight.”

I reached for him, “I swear to you, if you hurt him...”

“Perhaps, if we can come to an agreement, I can promise no harm to him?”

I gaped at him, “Why are you like this? Why must you manipulate everything? Drunrag has done nothing wrong. Don’t bring him into this.”

“I saw in his eyes that he means to claim you.” My father said darkly. “I will not accept him owning any part of you and I will do anything to prevent that from happening. So, that means you have tonight to bid him farewell and then you will forget this little dalliance for good. Neither one of you will be in a position to find each other and we can all forget this ever happened. Maybe some clean air will help you to finally see that I’m only doing what I must to protect my family. Think of your brothers, they would never be able to see you again if you stayed with him. They would not be safe.”

“You’re speaking madness,” I said, shaking my head. “He would do no such thing.” I tugged my arm free of him, tears already leaking from my eyes before I spoke. “You really hate me, don’t you? So much that you would deny me any happiness in this life. You will never understand me. You will always see yourself as the benevolent one, when I’m begging you to just hear me. See me. Father. I’m not confused. I’m not crazy. Why will I never be enough for you? Why is everything I do and love so wrong to you? Do you even love me?” I said, my voice struggled to stay controlled and level.

“Son.” He rolled his eyes, “Your dramatics are going too far.”

“Do you even know how to say my name without disappointment in it?” I asked. “Or am I just son to you? 

He glared at me. “This is not what we’re talking about. We’re talking about your future. Your future as the next Duke of Berdusk and your future wife. You will do this, Altan. If you don’t, I will promise you that your orc friend will not leave this town alive. His life is wholly dependent on both of your decisions. You know the power I wield here and I am not afraid to use it to assure that I protect this family from the evils that exist beyond our borders. You may see this as an act of hatred towards you. You may believe that I hate you, and I may be hated in return. But I do what is right.”

He rolled back his shoulders and raised his chin. “My expectations are final and the consequences made clear. You are to join me downstairs. You will do everything as I instruct and I will give you one last chance to say goodbye and then you will leave. You will forget him. You will not seek him out. You will forget all of this silly antics and you will settle down. You will act like the man you are expected to be.”

He looked down at me and I caught the intensity of his stare and wished to all of the gods that I had the strength to do more to fight him. But the stinging on my cheek and the redness of my arm rubbed raw held me back from saying more. But even more so, the fear of what he was capable of doing to Drunrag. My father possessed the greatest influence on the Council, he had assured that the members of the Council were people who would follow and abide by his influence and see his desires made come true. Drunrag would have no allies in the council, no one to defend him. I was his sole protector in this town, besides Doxxah. I bowed my head and held back the tears that hovered on the edge of my eyes.

My father said nothing else as he left and I I looked back in the mirror and took in another breath. The beautiful robe now felt stained somehow, even though it shifted and flowed just as it had before. I wiped my eyes and turned away. Drunrag. My beautiful Drunrag. I want to be with you more than anything. But I want you to live too. The thoughts repeated in my head again and again.

If there was anything I could do to promise my Drunrag’s safety and protection, I would do it. Even if it cost me my own.

#monster lover #monster boyfriend #orc boyfriend #orc x half elf #dnd inspired #set in faerun #monster romance #orc #orc romance #monster fucker #slow burn #romance #my fic #writing #gay romance #my fic writing #fantasy story #creative writing #bg3 #writeblr #mm romance #original story #fated lovers #queer romance

[headcanonsandmore]

"The Loneliest Time"

Summary: Rose Temple-Noble arrives back from a day at UNIT, with a certain freelancer in-tow. However, a chat with Donna Noble may just be what Yasmin Khan needs…

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‘Mum?’

‘I’m in the kitchen, love!’

Donna took a sip from her mug of tea. It was a quiet Friday afternoon, and the sun was already beginning to dip low in the sky. The January weather was never great, but today had actually been fairly decent.   

A few seconds later, Rose stepped into the kitchen, followed by a young woman that Donna didn’t recognise; she had long hair that was tied into an elaborate up-do, and was wearing a leather jacket, jeans and boots. She wore a blue earring in the shape of a heart.

Donna’s daughter swung her rucksack off her shoulders, before leaning down to give her mum a quick kiss on the head.

‘Had a good time at UNIT?’

‘It was fantastic!’ Rose said. ‘Oh, this is Yaz, by the way. She’s the freelancer I said about…’

Donna flashed a quick smile at the young woman, and stood up.

‘Thanks for showing Rose around,’ she said, shaking Yaz by the hand. ‘Cuppa?’

‘Ta,’ said Yaz, in a warm Sheffield accent. ‘Milk, no sugar.’

Donna bustled around the kettle, as the two younger woman sat down around the table.

‘So… Yasmin Khan, isn’t it?’ Donna said, popping a tea-bag into the mug and filling it with water. ‘Rose has told me a lot about you-’

‘Mum!’ exclaimed the teenager. Donna didn’t even need to turn to know that her daughter’s face was flushing. But, if she was going to animatedly about the “pretty Yorkshirewoman” everytime she arrived back from UNIT, Donna was going to notice.  

‘Oh, relax, love,’ Donna chuckled, as she turned and placed the mug in front of Yaz. ‘Nothing bad, of course. You’ve been working at UNIT for a year now, right?’

Yaz nodded.

‘That’s right. I… well, it’s rather a long story.’

‘Well, I’ve got time. But Rose…’

‘Mum!’

‘Homework?’

‘Oh, alright,’ Rose chuckled, with a fond roll of her eyes. ‘I’ll be upstairs. Thanks for dropping me back, Yaz.’

‘No problem; glad you had a good time today.’

Rose grabbed her bag and hurried upstairs.

‘You must be very proud,’ Yaz said, with a smile. ‘She’s gonna take on the world, that one.’

‘True,’ Donna said, cupping her mug in her hand and grinning. ‘Earth won’t know what’s hit it.’

‘Speaking of earth… you’ve travelled to other planets, eh? Tegan told me.’

‘That tattletale!’ Donna laughed. ‘Yeah, I’ve been around.’

Yaz nodded, and seemed to take a breath before continuing.

‘You used to travel with the Doctor, then?’

Donna nodded.

‘A while back but… yeah. Why?’

‘Just…’ Yaz trailed off, looking a tad uncomfortable. ‘Well, I…’

‘Did one of your friends travel with the Doctor?’ Donna said. ‘The Toymaker mentioned -who was it?- Amy, Clara and Bill.’

Yaz looked at her.

‘No,’ she said, slowly. ‘I… I travelled with the Doctor until about a year ago.’

Donna blinked.

‘Oh,’ the redhead said, placing her mug gently on the coaster. ‘I… I didn’t know that. Was this during the flux?’

Yaz’s brow crinkled.

‘This… toymaker person mentioned the Flux but not Graham, Ryan… Dan? Not me?’

Donna shook her head.

‘Well, I think he was trying to upset the Doctor,’ she said, gently. ‘That’s why he mentioned all those other people.’

Yaz took a sip from her mug.

‘Er… how is the Doctor, by the way?’ she said, slowly. ‘I… I haven’t seen them for a while, like I said.’

‘He lives with me and the family now. Didn’t… didn’t Kate mention things?’

‘I think she wasn’t sure how to put it,’ Yaz said. ‘She did mention that the Doctor appeared on earth again recently but…’

Yaz blinked quickly.

‘Why…’ the Yorkshirewoman whispered, voice quavering. ‘Did I… what did I do wrong?’

Donna’s eyes widened.

‘She couldn’t stay for me…’ Yaz continued, and felt her heart plummet at the grief in the young woman’s voice. ‘She said she couldn’t fix herself to anyone or any place… and… and now…’

Sobs wracked Yaz’s body, and Donna immediately scooted her chair around the table, pulling the young woman into a hug. As soon as the redhead had put her arms around her, Yaz broke down completely, giving a miserable hiccupping sob. Donna held her like that for several moments, and she could feel the Yorkshirewoman trembling slightly as she cried.  

‘Was… was I not enough?’

‘Don’t you dare think like that,’ Donna said, pulling away slightly and resting her hands on Yaz’s shoulders. ‘Not ever, you understand?’

Yaz blinked, nodded, and wiped her eyes with her hand.

‘S-sorry,’ she said, quickly. ‘I should’ve-’

‘No need to apologise,’ Donna said. ‘You’re not the first person I’ve met who fell for the Doctor.’

‘Martha and Rose?’

‘Yep. And others too, by the sounds of it. He sometimes slips up and mentions River.’

‘But not me?’

‘Not yet,’ Donna said. ‘Maybe the wound is still too painful.’

‘I suppose,’ Yaz said, with a sad chuckle.

‘Hey, I can always introduce you to-’

‘No,’ Yaz said, quietly. ‘I do appreciate the offer, Donna. But… the Doctor I… the Doctor I fell in love with is now gone. She’s not coming back. And… I’ve gotten used to that. The two of us decided that we wouldn’t say goodbye so… yeah.’

‘I’m sure she’s proud of you. So am I, for what it’s worth.’

Yaz smiled.

‘Thanks, Donna. Er… please don’t tell Tegan,’ Yaz said, with a chuckle. ‘Her and Nyssa are already acting like aunts to me as it is. Well, everyone at the support meetings has basically adopted me.’

Donna chuckled, and squeezed Yaz’s hand.

‘My lips are sealed.’

‘Hi Donna,’ came a familiar voice from the hallway. ‘Whose is that bike outside? Is Mel round again…’

The Doctor appeared in the doorway, his spiky hair wobbly slightly.

The moment he saw who was sat at Donna’s kitchen table, the time lord’s mouth promptly dropped open. He stood in the kitchen doorway, blinking stupidly.

‘Er… Dave, my next door neighbour,’ Donna said, quickly, gesturing to the Doctor. ‘Dave, this is Yasmin; she popped round to talk about an old friend.’

Yaz smiled at the man, before looking back at Donna.

‘Thanks for the tea and sympathy, Donna,’ Yaz said. She quickly downed the rest of her mug and got to her feet, passing the Doctor through the doorway. ‘Nice to meet you, Dave.’

‘Y-yeah,’ the Doctor said, staring after her. ‘Nice to meet you too.’

There was the soft click of the front door shutting behind Yaz.

The Time Lord was still standing in the doorway, staring down the corridor after the Yorkshirewoman.

Taking her friend gently by the hand, Donna guided the stunned time lord into a seat. He stared, mouth still hanging numbly open.

‘Now…’ she said, softly. She squeezed her friend’s hand. ‘I’ll get you a mug of tea, and maybe we can have a chat about that young woman who just left…’

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Thanks for reading, everyone; consider this my fix-it fic for Yaz not being mentioned with the Doctor's other romantic interests during "The Giggle" (I'm fine, I'm fine, WOULD IT HAVE KILLED RTD TO MENTION HER ALONGSIDE RIVER AND ROSE?!- honestly I'm fine…)

#doctor who fanfiction #yasmin khan #past thasmin #post the giggle #donna noble #david doctor #tenthree #doctor who #hurt/comfort

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Birdie Shoppe || pjm (V)

Pairing: Jimin x Reader Other tags: Werewolf!Jimin, Witch!Reader, Shifter!Reader, Shifter!Jimin, A/B/O Dynamics, Alpha!Jimin Genre: Supernatural!AU, Werewolf!AU, Angst, Mutual Pining, Fluff, Smut, Word Count: 7.1k Synopsis: Within the four realms of Lustra lay the Bangtan forest home to the Foxglove pack of the north and known as the “land of magic.” It is also home to the Birdie, a powerful witch from a cursed bloodline who is one of the sacred guardians of the forest. Y/N is the 123rd Birdie, a young girl who was given her position too early and asked by the goddess herself to fulfil a task none had ever done before- become the Grand Witch of the Foxglove pack. Now a woman, Y/N is revered as the most loved and powerful Birdie of all time, but hiding under the surface is a woman who has to battle between her duty and her heart. Chapter Warnings: Long-hair Jimin (yes, this is a warning), Cursing, Violence, Mentions of blood, Descriptions of blood, Descriptions of gore, Main Character Badly Injured, Did I say long-hair Jimin? (think The Witcher), the feels, ANGST, this is probably the most angst we’ve gotten, fluff, just Jimin being a cinnamon roll (partially edited) A/N: Not me updating within a month. I’ve been writing a ton lately, so I was able to pump this out. Hope you enjoy~

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My heart ached at the sight of Kim Taehyung. It had been little more than a day since he had been chosen and already his life was spiraling out of control. The pack did not accept him as their leader and Sol, while clear in her desires for him, had been barred from seeing him until everything had been sorted out. Namjoon had challenged him and his authority just before four in the morning which led him to my door step.

He looked worse for wear. His unruly hair tangled into matts that would take hours to brush out. Chief Ahn had taken out much of his frustration on the young boy and now Taehyung’s once lovely skin had bruises, welts, and cuts all over it. One look at him and I did not hesitate to allow him sanctuary. It was the least I could do for the man who saved me from heartbreak.

“I’ve got your face,” I mumbled, reaching back into another jar of salve. I had used two on his face and neck alone. “Take off your clothes. I need to make sure nothing is infected.”

Taehyung nodded, still crying. The moment I let him inside he had unleashed all of his emotions and was having a very difficult time getting himself under control. I did not mind. I felt pity for the alpha.

I was not surprised to find his body in just as bad of shape as the rest of him. I took great care not to stare for too long. I was not uncomfortable with his nakedness, but I was still aware that he was a man. Grip harsh, I started with his stomach. I let out a large, frustrated breath through my nose.

“I can’t believe this,” I grunted. “Why would you allow them to do this to you?”

Taehyung hissed in pain as I pressed too hard on a tender spot.

“I did not want to fight,” He replied.

I laughed humorlessly. “So they get to do as they please with you then?”

He did not know what to say.

“If you ever want to be taken seriously-” I opened up another jar of salve and began rubbing it into his chest, “-this will never happen again.”

Taehyung bit his lip and furrowed his eyebrows. He seemed upset by what I had said. He was such a naive boy. I felt my eyes watering with anger. If Kim Namjoon were here right now, I would kill him myself. How dare he allow anybody to do this to a child and feed into it by challenging him? I would be sure he knows just how unhappy I am with him.

“I do not want to rule with violence,” Taehyung said. “I don’t like fighting or shouting. It’s… uncivilized.”

I hummed. While I agreed I would not entertain the idea. Taehyung needs to fight if he wants to be seen. It is the only way to garner respect unless he wants to be compared to the others for the rest of his life. Chief Ahn would never allow that. Again, my anger spiked. That man…

“And yet you can come to my doorstep at the crack of dawn like some kicked puppy?” I spat. “Are you truly that pathetic?”

Taehyung whimpered and I almost felt bad. Harshness was necessary in these circumstances and I wanted him to become fired up. Instead, it only served to back him further into a corner. Taking a deep breath, I willed myself to calm down.

“Alpha,” I said.

“Taehyung,” He corrected weakly.

I sighed. 

“I apologize for my rudeness. I’m sure you’ve gotten enough of a beating for one night and I don’t intend to add to that.”

He laughed without humor. It was scary how much my temper flared at the sight of him. All I wanted to do was march down to the village and give every single one of them a piece of my mind. A certain fair haired man came to mind, and I saw red. How could he allow this to ever happen?

“However,” I continued, “You’re Sol’s mate. She needs you to be strong right now. Think about her.”

For the first time tonight, I saw something light up in his eyes. I knew it was torture for the both of them to be away from one another. Sol was probably raging a storm back in Foxglove and I knew she expected the same from her alpha. She would be dreaded to know where he was instead. Taehyung seemed to have picked up on that idea as well.

“I have been!” He snarled. “It’s the only reason I didn’t want to fight back! The chief is her father and she wouldn’t forgive me for that.”

I bit my tongue. As much as I wanted to throw him out for yelling at me, I was glad to see some spark in him. It made sense why he would allow Chief Ahn to get away with just about anything. The pack would kill him if he had laid a hand on the old man. However, the rest of the wolves should have been given no mercy. Again, I thought of Jimin and seethed.

I wiped my hands on my nightgown and stood. Taehyung was covered from head to toe in the salve, and already the marks were going away. It would take more than that to heal his bruised ribs. So, I went to the kitchen and looked around for a healing potion. I did not feel like making one at this hour.

“Why did you come here?” I asked, gently.

Taehyung sighed. “Because I knew you would help me.”

Again, my pity returned. While my blood boiled, my heart hurt for the alpha as well. I could imagine him hurt and abandoned, nowhere to turn to, and not being able to trust the local doctor. I found an old potion in the back of a cupboard.

“You can sleep here tonight,” I offered, handing him the potion. “Any wolf idiotic enough to poke at me is a dead man.”

Taehyung seemed at ease with this. Downing the potion, he curled up on the couch and closed his eyes.

“Thank you, Birdie,” He grinned.

I did not reply. Instead, I used my magic to bring him a few blankets and struck up the fireplace. He was weak and may not be able to regulate his body temperature as easily. It got cold in the living room at night. Seemingly satisfied with his place on my small, uncomfortable couch, Taehyung fell asleep within seconds. 

I had never seen anything like it in all my life. Stifling my laughs, I began blowing out the candles around my house, and put away all the used tubs of salve. I would need to make more soon. Exhausted and still recovering from the ceremony, I drug myself back to bed. Shiloh was waiting for me when I arrived.

“How many times do I have to tell you to take your bedrest seriously?” The barn owl nagged.

I groaned and rolled into my bed. It was warm and soft. Shiloh flapped to her nest.

“It was Taehyung,” I argued.

“I don’t care if it was Lilith herself, you better stay your-”

“Shiloh,” I warned, “Shut up.”

The bird grumbled to herself, but I was too far gone to pay attention.

I awoke to loud pounding on my front door. I could hear voices outside, none of them sounding too happy, but all I caught was the name of a pack alpha. Angry and still sore, I used magic to lift myself out of bed and threw on my robe. I saw Taehyung curled up in a ball in front of the sofa. He did not notice me until I was standing in front of the door. 

Shiloh was shouting at me to get back in bed, to let the wolves handle their own business, but I ignored her. When they decide to take their anger to my doorstep I have every right to give them a piece of my mind. Squaring my shoulders, I took a deep breath before forcing my arms forward.

My front door flew off its hinges and into whoever was standing behind it. Namjoon was unfazed by this and slapped the thick wood out of his way. I could see the shock in his eyes but I was not finished with my assault. I began to sing, a whirlwind of objects floating around the room. Namjoon backed away but this only pissed me off more. Shiloh shouted as a large, hot, blue flame sprouted from the palm of my hand and flew at the wolf.

“How dare you?” I shouted, everything dropped once my singing stopped. “Who the hell do you think you are?”

Hoseok and Jimin stood on either side of their brother. I knew I would regret attacking them eventually, possibly the moment they left, but I would not let myself falter. No one was going to come here and intimidate me. I don’t give a damn who they are attempting to fight with. 

“Birdie-” Hoseok pled.

Ignoring him, I kept my gaze perfectly trained on Namjoon. He stared at the large, ashen spot at his feet as I stared at him. My face burned with anger and I felt another surge of magic rush through my body. A dull ache began to form in my back and I knew I was bleeding again. I had used too much magic and my body was having a hard time healing. 

“Who do you think you are to challenge him, Namjoon?” I roared, eyes burning. “Sol chose him. The Goddess chose him! Do you think you know better than Lilith now?”

Namjoon swallowed thickly before finally looking at me.

“Of course not. I-”

“You listen to me,” I sneered. “If you ever get the gull to come bang on my door again, I swear to you, I will not show you the same mercy.”

Namjoon scoffed, “Mercy? You had better watch your tone, little girl. Especially with a limp like that.”

I opened my mouth to speak, but a voice from behind me beat me to it. 

“Don’t speak to her like that,” Taehyung said.

Namjoon seemed to darken. I felt my muscles clench as I readied myself to defend the boy. No one was going to hurt him. I promised to protect the Luna with my life, Sol was my good friend, and I refused to let harm come to her mate. I was as good as dead if I had. 

“There you are,” Namjoon taunted. “Been looking everywhere for you, infans.”

Taehyung growled. I steadied my racing heart. I would have to protect him inside. Namjoon would have the advantage of leaving, and I was vulnerable to the sun’s rays if he decided to extort that. Still, I positioned my hands defensively.

Suddenly, Shiloh flew out of the house and screeched loudly. Everything happened quickly. First, Shiloh was barreling towards Namjoon and then a wolf was standing in his place. I knew it was an accident. Taehyung was only trying to protect me, however, his massive frame surged me forward. I was in the sun before I could save myself, and soon my face slammed into my front steps and the sun beamed on my back.

My skin burned immediately and I could not help the tortured screams that flew out of my mouth. Unfocused eyes trained on Shiloh saw her turn towards me before a large, russet wolf shoved her out of the way with his nose. I felt many hands on me and I was dragged back inside.

My body trembled as I screamed. Every inch of my skin was on fire and I closed my eyes only to see white. It felt like someone was tearing me apart. All around me I heard screaming and shouting.

“What the fuck do we do?” Hoseok shouted.

“I don’t know,” It sounded like Taehyung was crying.

My eyes rolled to the back of my head and I could not think straight. The pain was numbing. Opening my eyes again, I saw my ceiling and raised one of my shaking hands. Black feathers had pierced through the skin and I cried out once more.

“Get away from her!” Someone screamed but I could not make out who.

“Is she alright?” 

I knew something was happening a few feet away but all I could focus on was the fire in my body. I knew this would subside eventually on its own, but I had something that could help. I just needed to gather the strength to get it. I opened my mouth to speak but could only scream.

“It burns,” I managed to grunt, convulsing.

I could feel hands on me but I could not get my eyes to focus. Sleep would be impossible now and I knew my body was in the worst shape it had ever been. Between the ceremony, the small amount of magic I used, and the sun I would be out of service for an entire week at this rate. Possibly even more.

“Move,” I heard Shiloh’s voice through the rest of the nonsense going on around me.

Looking through my lashes, instead of an owl there was a beautiful woman before me. Her fiery hair glistened in the sun and looked like it was underwater. Her skin had a dim glow to it and sparkled brightly. She looked like diamonds and I reached out to touch her. The spirit had tears in her eyes, the water shining brilliantly, before she caressed my hand.

“Sanitatem,” She whispered, fingers grazing my arm.

Instantly, I felt the relief I had been begging for wash over me. Sighing in relief, I closed my eyes and curled closely to Shiloh. I felt her fingers running through my hair and felt extremely tired.

“I’m going to put you to bed,” She whispered. “Where you belong.”

When I woke, I could smell food cooking. I was in my bed, my memory faded and hard to recall, but I knew Shiloh had been in her true form. Rubbing my eyes, I thought about Taehyung and my mood darkened. I could not remember the alphas leaving. My body screamed in protest as I sat up but I pushed forward. No one was going to harm him- not while I still had air in my lungs.

Upon entering the kitchen, I had to grasp my door frame for support. The stove was lit, I could smell the applewood, and one of my large pots was on top of it. The rest of the room was clean. Far cleaner than I ever left it. Someone had mopped and swept by hand. I could smell the lemons they used on the wood. Taking a large breath, I began taking a step forward.

“You should be in bed.”

I jumped up. Whipping my head around, Jimin was sitting in my recliner across the room. Taehyung was staring at me from in front of the fireplace. Neither Hoseok nor Namjoon were there. I could not feel or smell my familiar’s presence either.

“Where’s Shiloh?” I demanded, stumbling forward and grabbing on my island. 

Taehyung stood up and came toward me quickly. 

“Please, don’t push yourself, Birdie,” He said softly.

The alpha led me to my loveseat and helped me to sit down. Jimin sat beside me and covered me with one of my spare blankets. He must have went digging around while I was asleep. Sparing a glance at my hands, all of the feathers were replaced by nasty scars. They were pale white already, like they had been there for years, but I felt sad looking at them. I could only imagine what the rest of my body looked like. Almost sensing my mood, Jimin placed his hand over mine. I looked at him.

“She stepped out for a while,” He finally replied.

I had been angry with him, I remember vividly I thought of our next conversation, but being in front of him now it had all but vanished. There was no way Park Jimin would ever be fine with what had happened. Nor would Hoseok or Namjoon. Even thinking of him I found myself more sad than anything. I could only imagine how he had felt after everything had happened. I did not think anyone could have prepared for that amount of shock. However, gazing at Taehyung, most of my sympathy stopped there. Namjoon was still trying to kill someone else over his own lack of faith. His own ego was blinding him. I just hoped he could see that before he destroyed his own life. Sol would never forgive him and neither would I. 

“Is everyone alright?” I asked.

Jimin hummed, “Everyone but you. Namjoon and I got into a fight before he left but he’ll be fine.”

I scowled at Jimin. “I don’t like the idea of you fighting.”

He grinned, “Don’t worry, amica. I won.”

“Doesn’t change my feelings.” I grumbled and looked at Taehyung.

He seemed confused. While most of his face was perfectly schooled, his eyes told a different story. As they bounced back and forth between Jimin and I, I could see confusion turn into something… other. Almost, acceptance. Strange, I thought. I did not think about it too much. My affection for Jimin was likely apparent, and stronger, than that of the other alphas. The boy was probably trying to get used to it. Then he winked at me and I looked away,

Was it possible that he had caught onto my feelings? Had I sized him up too quickly? I knew he was mischievous and care free, but I also knew he was very aware of others. When he had spoken so passionately about being what a good ruler was, I had gotten that impression as well as his own naivety. However, my troubles were quickly dismissed as I looked into Jimin’s eyes. It was impossible to stress when he was around.

“Do you mind if I stay with you both for a few days?” He asked.

My eyebrows shot up. 

“What for?” I replied.

Jimin hesitated before responding. “I found the letter that your friend sent you in your coat pocket. Your familiar asked me if I would stay.”

Confused, I frowned. What on Earth was he talking about? Racking my brain, I found myself at a loss before the lightbulb went off. 

“Wendy!” I exclaimed. 

Going to stand, Jimin gently grabbed my arm. He looked bashful and unsure of himself. I was just like the last time he had been here, only it felt different. He almost looked… afraid to tell me what he had read. My breath quickening, I pulled my arm out of his grasp.

“What did it say?” I asked, wearily. 

When I got no response, I lifted myself up and ignored the two men. I hobbled to my coat rack. However, strong arms wrapped around me before I made it a foot away from the sofa. 

“Taehyung,” I threatened. “Put me down. Now.”

“Sit,” He pleaded and walked me back over to the living space.

Frustrated and anxious, I turned my head and bit the side of his arm. The wolf yelped before letting go of my wait. I stumbled, wobbled over, before landing on my ass. 

“This is ridiculous,” I complained, slowly lifting myself up. I ignored Taehyung’s outstretched hands. “You come to my home, go through my things, and then not allow me to read my own letter? She’s my friend! If it’s important I ought to know.”

Jimin sighed, frustrated. I refused to back down and continued to stand up. Taehyung had given me some space, which I appreciated, but was close enough to catch me if I fell down again. The older alpha and I had a stare off.

Finally, after a few minutes of silence, Jimin spoke, “If you had more patience, I could have given it to you. It’s in my pocket.”

“If you,” I countered, limping back to the sofa, “had just said that instead of looking at me like an idiot then I couldn’t have gotten up.”

The alpha glared at me but said nothing more. Snatching the paper from his hands, I made myself comfortable in my spot. Taehyung came closer, a weary look on his face. An apology was in order but I fought with my own pride to give it. He picked me up without consent and so I bit him. End of discussion. Still, the need to tell him I was sorry was strong.

Birdie,

I’m happy to hear you are feeling better. However, I’m sure by the time this reaches you the Luna’s ceremony would have taken place and you’ll be back in bed again. I’ve always marveled at how powerful you are and yet so fragile. My mother thinks it was the way the Gods meant for it to be. You’d be far too much if you had all of your abilities and the same willpower as any other witch. In other words, goodluck and I hope you have a fast recovery.

In other news, my sister has decided to marry Seojun. I am very happy for her and I know Irene will make a good wife. It did, however, make me think of you and I. Will there ever be someone for us? Will you ever get the chance to find them even if they were out there? It’s incredibly mean for the Gods to put you under such horrible conditions. At least you are able to leave in a way Aldara never was. I do hope I can learn of your name before you pass on. I’ve known you for far too long and we’re too close for me not to. Please tell me you will.

Birdie, would you hate me if I told you I was considering staying here? My time in Northorn has opened my world to many possibilities. Then I think of you, Yoongi, and Seokjin and the thought repulses me. Oh, I love him. I love Seokjin. I want him to be with me and yet… my eyes still wander. Is that wrong? I know you understand me more than anyone else. Have you ever thought about telling him how you feel or is it too scary? Because I’m scared, Birdie. I’ve hurt him too much.

I should stay here, right? Spare both him and Yoongi the heart ache. Goddess knows I’ve put too much of a strain on their relationship already. From what I hear, they’re already back to being friends since I’ve kept away. Yes, I think I will stay here.

Please help me. Do something for me. I’m confused and unsure of myself. Irene says I’m overthinking everything, but I know you will be more honest. Sending you all of my heart- at least what is left of it.

Your dearest friend,

Wendy

Rereading the letter over again, I felt my heart sink. Shiloh must have decided to go and see her after finding out. I mentally thanked her and immediately went to fetch a pen and paper. Neither wolf tried to stop me.

It made sense now why Jimin would hesitate to talk with me about the letter. He had never, as far as I know, met Wendy. It must have been confusing to read through. I remembered her line about me understanding her and my stomach sank. That must have been a strange thing to read about, too. I cursed under my breath before I began to write.

Wendy, my darling,

I am fine. There is a lot happening in Bangtan at the moment, most of which I hardly understand, and it has taken its toll on me. Between the ceremony and now I haven’t one moment of peace. I do hope you can help me relax once you return. I know you will. 

Forget about those two fools and remember why you have stayed here all this time: your mother, the sisterhood, your coven, and the forest. Whoelse can tame a magindara like you? No one. Who can purify the sea and sing with the shore like you? No one. Do not let petty, childish things stop you from enjoying your life. You will always have me and I will forever be there. I’m happy for Irene! Her engagement is splendid news and I wish I could be there with her. 

However, Lilith has chosen a different path for me just as she has chosen one for you. I am frightened, Wendy. Everyday I am scared of what it will bring, but I do not let that stop me from enjoying the sunshine. I love the flowers, the trees, and the winds that ripple through them. Aldara used to tell me, “Fear reminds us that we’re alive, and without it many would surely be dead.” So, don’t kill yourself off just yet, darling. Keep swimming and come home. Talk to Jin and he will understand. Yoongi has no ill will toward either one of you. Let go of your fantasies and stay rooted in the reality of your heart.

You were meant to be with the most stubborn, loud, obnoxious, lovely, kind-hearted man in all of Lustra. You and I both know that, and have known that, for a long time. So go for it. Even if I am afraid, you do not have to be. See you soon.

Missing you greatly,

Birdie (I’ll tell you someday. I promise.)

My body was beginning to loosen and the pain was becoming bearable. Satisfied with my response, I waved it in the air to make it dry faster as I rummaged through my drawers for an envelope. I could only hope I could muster the strength to send it off. If Shiloh were hare, she would have went off herself or asked one of the boys, but I was on my own now. Alone and in desperate need to get this damn letter to Wendy. Shuffling to my ceremonial bag laying by the front door, I sifted through it until I found my Meteor Powder. 

I knew I was taking a risk with this sort of thing, but I had to be willing to risk it if it meant I could change Wendy’s mind. I was already hours behind. Without a second more to lose, I gathered up a piece of parchment and a pen to begin drawing. Remembering Wendy’s face was simple enough, years of drawing and perfecting using the powder making it almost easy to do, but I still felt uneasy. My heart would not rest until I received word back or the sea witch showed up at my door.

Praying that I got every soft feature right, I contemplated adding color but quickly dismissed the idea. It would not really make any difference and I was not sure if her hair was dark or light anymore. Wendy often went through fazes with that sort of thing. Laying the paper on the floor, I said her name for good measure, and threw the powder on top of it. Less than a second later, the paper was gone and I sighed. 

“Hope she got it,” I mumbled to myself.

It was Taehyung who broke my trance.

“That was so cool!” He exclaimed.

I chuckled, “Not as cool as my own magic, but it’ll have to do. I can hardly feel anything in my body.”

Walking back to the couch, I curled up beside Jimin. He looked worried again and I realized I had messed up. Admitting that I was weak and tired would only make him drag me back to bed. Readily myself for another spat, I squared my shoulders and looked at him.

“She seemed upset,” He said instead. “I had not realized your friends were involved in that way.”

I hid my surprise well. It did make sense for Jimin to worry about others, I had just never imagined he would take my friend’s hardships so seriously. Grinning, I nodded.

“It’s been a thing since we were children. Don’t worry too much, she will come back and they will be together.”

“Why aren’t they now?” It was Taehung who asked.

“Because,” I sighed, “they’re both far too stubborn.”

Taehyung was a nice company to have around. He took good care of his things, cleaned up after himself, and was useful. I had stopped sending supplies to Foxglove, something that neither Taehyung or Jimin agreed with, but it did not change my mind. They did not deserve my help if this is what they were going to do with it. No one had come to collect anything either, so I assumed they were boycotting my services indefinitely. 

Wendy had written to me the following morning confirming she was coming back. She had even written to Seokjin. While I did not know what she had said I could take a few guesses. It was only a matter of time before Seokjin told me all about it. He was the worst at keeping secrets. 

Taking a deep breath, I opened my eyes and stared at my altar. My magic had come back a few days ago and I had been allowing it to rest. Today was the first time I had performed a ritual spell in days. Looking over my shoulder, I smiled gently at Jimin napping on my sofa.

He had not left since he arrived. While we had not spoken much since that night, he was doing his best to help Taehyung make a plan to win over the town. While I thought it was foolish to think he could do such a thing without a fight, I believed in them enough to support it. Jimin was a loved person and having him on Taehyung’s side greatly increased his odds. I knew the pack was feeling his absence.

“What’s a cah-dee-jo?” Taehyung asked, obnoxiously loud.

“A cadejo-” I corrected, rolling my eyes, “-are spirits that help worthy travelers find their way.”

Taehyung raised an eyebrow. “And if they’re not worthy?”

“They’ll eat them,” I replied easily.

The alpha had been interested in my books after finding something I had written about the magindara when I was a kid. He was going through them so quickly, I was having to go to the cellar to get new material for him. As naive as he was, Kim Taehyung was a bright young man with a vivid imagination. He always asked questions, never settled for one answer, and listened carefully. 

“Why?” He asked.

“Why not?”

He said nothing after that and went back to reading. I had started growing fonder of the man and hoped he was able to go back home. When he spoke of his siblings his eyes lit up and it broke my heart. His parents must be worried sick. 

Having spent most of my morning sitting, I decided to make lunch. I was expecting Shiloh to be back later today. Wendy said my familiar had gotten to her inn just before she sent off her letter, so I knew the owl was safe. Thinking about her I grew emotional. Exposing her spirit form was extremely dangerous, a risk I would never have asked her to take, and she had done it regardless. 

Going to my kitchen window, I whistled loudly and began pulling out a pot and pan. Tomato soup sounded lovely and I could always make a quick loaf of bread. A few minutes later, Delinah was at my window. Looking up from the onion I was dicing, I grinning at the deer.

“Morning, Dee,” I greeted.

She bowed her head. “Glad to see you moving around. You gave us all a fright.”

I hummed, scooping the onions and throwing them into the pot along with three whole heads of garlic, some fresh herbs, and oil. In the corner of my eye I saw Jimin beginning to stir on the sofa. 

“I’m good as new,” I joked, using a spell to light my stove. “Would you mind fetching some tomatoes from Seokjin’s garden? I’d ask Shiloh but she’s out of the forest for the time being.”

“Where’d she head off to?” Delinah asked, pulling the cloth tote I kept on the windowsill into her mouth.

“Northorn,” I replied.

“Northorn? What’s so important in that miserable place?”

I laughed, placing my knife down to help my friend get the tote around her neck. Delinah nuzzled my hands. Giving her a quick pat on the head, I promised her carrots when she got back.

“And to answer your question,” I walked back to the counter. “Wendy is attempting to run away so she’s bringing her back.”

She laughed, “Oh, that Wendy. You never know what you’re going to get with that one.”

“But we love her.”

Jimin was up and walking around right after Delinah left. Taehyung was still head-first in my magical beasts book. I took over my try of onions and garlic and let them begin roasting over the open flame of the stove. The tomatoes would not take long to char. I could hear the two men talking quietly but decided to play them no mind. It was hard to have privacy in this house as it was.

Delinah was back quickly and I sent her off with a bundle of carrots. After roasting the tomatoes, I used my pestle and mortar to blend everything together. Working in small batches, I took my time to be sure everything was smooth before throwing it into the pot I had taken out. 

“Birdie,” Taehyung called out. “Can I get your opinion on something?”

I nodded, “Ask away.”

“I want to write a letter to Namjoon but I’m not sure how he’d take that.”

I paused for a moment to think. While it might be a wise idea to test the waters with a note of some kind, I was also not foolish enough to think he would be able to deliver something to the village at this time. People were looking for him and to show his face might lead to more speculation. However, he had to do something before the elders made a decision as to what to do with him. Namjoon had officially challenged him and only revoking that, which would terminate the fight, would be his best option. I had full faith in Taehyung’s ability to defend himself if he truly wanted, but his personality would make it hard for him to commit to a brawl. Namjoon would win just from his determination alone. 

“I don’t think that would help much,” I admitted. “Everyone is committed to seeing you fight at this point, and your runaway stunt has them more on guard. I would seriously begin considering a fight, Taehyung. It’s your only option right now.”

I heard his sigh of defeat and felt saddened. I empathize with the alpha’s situation. I knew it would be a hard thing for him to do. In my younger years, Aldara enjoyed teaching me defensive magic but I could never strike her back. It was not until that night I truly saw what I could be capable of if left to my own devices. I shuddered at the thought. I would not wish that on anybody- especially Kim Taehyung. Mixing the soup, I spoke.

“I’m sorry it has to be this way.”

“Me too,” He replied.

The three of us ate our lunch in silence. Jimin had been more quiet than usual and I knew his brain was on overdrive. He had also been away from his family, his pack, and his home for three days without an end in sight. I knew how hard the silence could be and even then I had been quieter. Still, it must be hard on him. It was a wolf’s nature to be with his family. 

Taehyung did not ask anything after that. The rest of the day, he sat on the floor near the fireplace and read book after book while Jimin looked out of the windows. They never went outside. I managed to do a few chores, practiced some new spells, and wrote in my grimoire, but nothing else had sparked an interest in me. The tension in the house was suffocating. It was not until Shiloh returned at sunset that the house stirred.

In a whirlwind, the barn owl flew through my bedroom window, her loud voice bouncing off the walls. Carelessly I threw my pen down onto my grimoire. Black ink smeared into the pages ruining all of my hard work, but I did not care. She was back and I could breathe a bit easier then. I knew Shiloh would have an answer. She always knew what to do.

“Between those wolves and you witches,” She complained, “I’ll never, ever catch a break.”

“Oh, Shiloh,” I cooed, opening my arms to her.

My familiar raced into my waiting embrace and let herself be babied. I pet her head and smoothed her feathers down gently. The owl leaned into my touches with joy. I could not remember the last time I had smiled so widely since she had gone.

“You’re so strong and mighty, little one. I missed you dearly.”

She laughed, “I’m so happy to see you up and walking around.”

“Where’s Wendy?” I asked, letting her go.

Shiloh flew into the kitchen and I followed behind her. She must be exhausted after the long journey. She pecked at the bread from lunch and made note of the wolves in the living room.

“She’ll be back after her sister’s wedding.”

“Oh, wonderful!” I clapped my hands together in delight. 

“Another pain in my ass,” She mumbled.

And I laughed, and laughed, and laughed.

It was always an adjustment when you first transform, I found. Even after all this time I was slightly disoriented after the whole ordeal. The first night Taehyung had been here, he had almost broken my bedroom door down trying to see if I was alright. If Jimin had not reassured him, I was sure he would have been traumatized by the scene. It was the fourth night now, and Taehyung slept peacefully through my screams. Shiloh had gone to bed extra early. Jimin was the only person still awake when I flew through the kitchen window.

He was still dressed in the same clothes he had been wearing for days. I hand washed everything twice, but he insisted on keeping them. I had made clothes for Taehyung and was a bit upset at Jimin’s rejection. However, I never brought it up again. I simply washed them and used magic to get them dry. 

Tonight, however, he had taken off the long cape he usually wore. His socks and shoes were also somewhere else, and I noticed his belt was also missing. He wore his hair down, the silver strands sitting at his waist, and I saw a simple headband keeping his bangs out of his eyes. He was sitting at the kitchen island staring at whatever he had been writing. I decided to go to him.

“Hello,” He offered, a smile that did not meet his eyes thrown my way.

He looked tired, more so than usual, and worn. Taehyung snored loudly on the floor and rolled over. Jimin did not bat an eyelash and continued looking at the papers. I hopped closer and twisted my head to look at them. The alpha did not try to stop me.

B.

They turn into paste if you mash them. By hand, they keep their nectar, and the flavor is much better.

When they’re whole you need to wait much longer for the flavor to seep through.

No, but it is one that is very dear to me.

I realized it was the paper I had used when I had visited him a few weeks ago. I felt myself growing emotional. He had kept it… something so inconsequential and yet he had kept it. Apparently, he even walked around with it. My heart grew fonder with every encounter we shared, and I found I could not breathe properly.

“It brings me comfort,” Jimin whispered. “Knowing that you’re out there.”

Turning to look at him, I found him crying. The moonlight illuminated his delicate face and the tears that ran down his cheeks. For the first time since I have known Jimin, I felt sure of myself. Drawing near, I gently flapped my wings and landed in his lap. Clicking, I rubbed my face on his stomach and allowed the warmth within me to shine. He had kept it. 

Jimin grabbed me and held me tightly as he wept. What his sorrows were for, I was not sure, but I had to guess it was something to do with this situation. Whatever the case may be, I melted into his touch. He was always so open with me like this. I wished he would hold me tightly as a woman, too. I knew I was beginning to grow greedy but did not care anymore. He had kept that stupid piece of parchment and I was completely done attempting to care about customs. I loved him more than anything else.

“I don’t know what to do,” He whimpered. “I couldn’t live with either of them dying.”

And as mad as I was at Namjoon, as badly as I wanted to throw him against a wall and scream in his face for being such a pig-headed nitwit, I could not say I wanted him dead. We were friends after all. Even after our spat the other morning I could call him that freely. I knew something had to give sooner or later. It killed me to see Jimin torn up.

The alpha only allowed himself two minutes to cry. After that, he apologized to me profusely before gently setting me back down on the island. Wiping his face aggressively, he excused himself before leaving the cottage entirely. I wanted to go after him but thought he might need the space and time to think. Looking down at the paper at my feet, I felt something shift inside of me.

So what if a letter is offensive? They beat Taehyung to a bloody pulp, exiled him, and made his friend think he needed to challenge him in order to keep the pack in order. If a simple letter would be the thing to set them off then I would happily be the bad guy. Knowing that I was more than likely making an awful choice, that the chances of someone else getting their hands on Namjoon’s letter were high, I still had to try. I would never see Jimin cry like that again. My mind made up, I gathered up some paper and an ink jar and began to write.

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[talesfromthebacklog]

Adding to The Backlog: Christmas Sale Pickups.

This is the time of year I pick up the most titles (which I then work on for the rest of the year.). And why not? Everything is on sale! I actually budget for this time of year.

It’s “Tales From The Backlog” not “We buy nothing until I finish the backlog”. The backlog will never be finished.

So let’s go over what I got! Links for everything will provided. As I find people are more likely to engage if the work was already done for them. Me included. This is not necessarily a suggestion list. If you want to see if any of these games are actually any good follow my blog. But I do think it’s interesting to show people what kind of gamer you are, the games you’re attracted to, their difficulty level.

A gamer’s library says a lot about a gamer, in my opinion.

For Playstation 5:

Goodbye Volcano High:

TLDR: I put this one first because if you don’t see any of the other games on my pickup list, I AT LEAST want you to consider this one. This was the only Playstation title I picked up on sale (It is also on Steam). This is pre(historic)-apocalyptic coming of age visual novel with killer animation and music. I’m surprised I don’t see folks talk about this one more. It’s maybe the most stunning looking visual novel to come out this year. (At least at a glance)

Which is a hefty claim considering titles like Jack Jeanne and Virche Evermore: Error Salvation dropped this year. I can’t WAIT to play this one.

For Nintendo Switch:

Roots of Pacha:

I came back around to this one. It looks like Stardew Valley but with cavemen. You don’t see cavemen touched on a lot anymore so it seems different and interesting.

Wylde Flowers:

This is one see that keeps popping up in conversations and videos as a great cozy game. It’s supposed to be really good. I’m honest enough to admit that it being on the Apple app store as well as Switch makes me REALLY skeptical. But I’ve seen enough gameplay where I’m willing to take a chance.

Coromon:

I enjoy Pokemon-like titles. I don’t think we get enough of them. I love Pokemon. And you’ll be seeing my update on how I feel about Scarlet/Violet’s last piece of DLC the Indigo Disc here pretty soon.

However Pokemon is so domineering on the market that a lot of these smaller collector games get unnoticed. This seems to be a very unapologetic Pokemon-clone much like Monster Crown. Which is fine by me.

Nexomon + Nexomon: Extinction bundle:

Another very obvious Pokemon clone. But it’s obviously prettier than its Coromon counterpart. (Kinda wish the names were more unique.) I have nothing new to say here.

Monster Sanctuary:

Pokemon… but it’s a Metroidvania. $3.99. I swear the theme wasn’t intentional they just all popped up on sale at decent prices.

2021 Moon Escape:

This is from the same people who did Traumatarium. I did a review on that one a few months back. It’s on sale for $2.49. And this ISN’T my cheapest pickup for this year. The gameplay reminds me of Zelda or Star Tropics. But I don’t know much about it other than what the trailer already shows us. But also it was $2.49. It’s okay with me if it’s just okay. Not all games have to be 10/10.

Mythic Ocean:

I have a soft spot for ocean games. Even the more spooky ones like Subnautica or Dredge still have this serene element to them. Mythic Ocean is no different. You apparently help a pantheon of gods find themselves. Which in turn those choices shape the world around you. Sounds simple, short, and cute. It looked a bit explorable too? We’ll see. I’m unsure about that part. It’s on sale for $1.99. And this was my cheapest pickup this season.

For Steam:

Sonic Forces: Overclocked (Steam version REQUIRED for this)

I have, in no uncertain terms. Have played this game. I 100%ed it even. I like the game. Played better but I still like it.

HOWEVER. I haven’t played Sonic Forces Overclocked. Which requires the PC version of Sonic Forces!

This is a FAN MADE incredible mod that blows the original game out of the water apparently. This is, perhaps, my most high priority game purchase of the YEAR. And it’s only $10 to buy Forces right now. This is literally a no brainer.

Slay The Princess:

I felt like videos on this one sprung up seemingly overnight on Youtube. I watched someone play the demo and it was an awesome looking game. A horror visual novel about saving a princess is a neat little premise. This one was barely on sale, but I see myself playing this one soon because of the hype. The full voice acting is great.

Magical Diary: Wolf Hall

The original visual novel Magical Diary: Horse Hall was a game a friend showed me back in high school. Pretty innocent and cute. When this dropped in 2020 I was surprised the game got a sequel at all. The thing I remember most about Horse Hall was that there was a route where you could date Professor Snape. That wasn’t his name but… it might as well have been.

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[lilacprincessofrecovery]

Marvel x Female Plus Size Reader Preferences - Insecure

WARNINGS: Weight insecurity, self depreciation, body image issues Angsty Fluff

Note: Again this one is not edited. Written on phone.

Word Count: 1827

Tony Stark

“Hey, I have two tickets to the MET if you are up for it tonight, Babe?” You shrugged while kicking a magazine under the bed. “What was…” He walked over and grabbed the magazine you kicked and he looked at the cover. “Who’s Stark’s Best Looking Girlfriend?” He whispered out loud and then frowned, eyes furrowed trying to understand why they would do that and then gets angry. “Do you believe this shit?” She looked at him like a deer in headlights. “I repeat y/N, You don’t believe this shit. Do you?” Her eyes filled up with tears as she watched him flip to the pictures of the beautiful women that Tony had been seen with and saw an article saying she should lose weight and that’s when his temper got to him and he threw it at the window breaking it with his strength. “Damn them, Y/N! You are hot as Hell.” “I’m not a bunny.” “You know what? I’m glad. What have they got to offer other than a quick night?” She shrugged, “I don’t know I’ve never been thin.” Tony laughed and kisses her. “It’s not funny, Tony.” “It’s just ridiculous that you believe STORIES that people write about you. STORIES. Stories aren’t real.” “I kinda live in a superhero world here. All stories seem like weird and are probably real.” “Precisely. The stories are usually twisted around til they are bad. Don’t listen to them. It’s the ignorance of people who are jealous of others and want to see celebrities or heroes fall. Don’t let them make you fall. They are nothing to take to heart. Just false stories. False.” “Tony, I want to make you proud.” “You’d say I’m a genius… well everything I say is right so there. You are attractive. Boom. That’s truth. Don’t mix the two babe between stories or truths.” He kisses her again. “We’ve got to work on your self esteem. and y/n you do make me proud. Every day.” 

Bucky Barnes

“Are you always in the mirror?” you looked at your boyfriend as you were popping a zit in the mirror blushing. You were in some tshirt material grey mini shorts and a white camisole completely as natural as you can be without being unclothed. “Well… are you always watching me?” “You know I have to… If I don’t, someone could hurt you.” The fun was taken out of the conversation bringing up her mortality and she shrugged after kissing him as he walked in and went back to the mirror pinching your chubby cheeks as Bucky is brushing his hair taking his shirt off for a shower. “Hey Buck…” One foot in the shower about to turn on the water he looks at her. “Yeah?” “Do you think I look fat?” He was silent. “B…bucky?” He groaned and looked at her. “This question is loaded. I do not know which is good or bad. I don’t know what you want me to say? I guess that currently wafer thin is in. Back in my days it was generously curvy. I don’t wanna upset you, Doll. I know that girls seem to overthink these things.” “Overthink?” He nods and sits on the edge of the hot tub in the restroom looking up at you. “You have nothing to worry about. So try to see that. You look curvy not fat. Ideal.” She nods. “Thank you Bucky.” He smiled soft nodding and gets in the shower. 

Steve Rogers

 “Do you think I need to change how I look?” Checking her reflection in a window to the conference room where all the avengers were sitting, another annoying probably pointless meeting about coffee cups Tony was scheduling. Steve didn’t mind missing one boring meeting to help his number one girl. He took her hand before he walked in the door and took her to his room. “Why would my best girl want to change how she looked?” “Did someone say something to you darlin?” He kissed the top of her head looking down at her eyes. “Tell me. Did someone make you feel inferior?” “No one other than myself Stevie.” “I wish you could see yourself how I see you. Your weight gives your body shape. My weight does the same.” She almost giggles. “Steve you are the most fit man I’d ever known. You have abs galore.” “Doesn’t make me less human.” He says caressing her cheek. She got the point.

Peter Parker

“I got a message from this teen modeling agency… you know the ones they always send out? From school? They are having a contest… Do you think I could beat Peter?” She said, poking at her upper arm. Peter sighed and got on his knee in front of the mirror and sat her on it, her back facing the mirror looking at him, and looked up at her. “Do you really want to enter this contest thing?” She shook her head. “I just wanna be pretty, Peter.” Tears started streaming down her face. He took her face in his hands. “They hurt things that are most beautiful… that they just don’t understand... I just don’t want them to make fun of you like you fear. I think you could win every modeling thing in all the universe. Trust me… I would know. I’ve been. But hey… My opinion is all that matters. Right?” She smiled softly nodding tears flowing slower looking up at him. “Don’t cry anymore. Please it breaks my heart.” She nods and hugs him tight.

Loki Laufeyson

“Loki! I’m so big! This dress doesn’t fit!” she screamed. “You aren’t big,” Loki walked over to her slowly and he looked at his queen who was struggling to fit into her new dress. “You are literally the God of lies. Why should I believe you?” Loki looked down at her. “So, I am to be chastised for a century long characterization that was placed on me. Like you’ve been labeled ‘fat’? Should my words mean nothing because of what other people have  decided to call me for mistakes I may or may not have created in the past?” “You know every dress must be fit and tailored to the woman by a seamstress. I see nothing wrong with you needing it to be let out my queen.” She thought, “Loki, I love you.” he grinned his typical charming yet misleading smile but truly meaning good. 

Thor Odinson

She looked at the scale in the corner of the bathroom. tears welling up and he shakes his head keeping her from making a mad dash to the number machine. “Do you only care about size? I didn’t think you were that shallow.” she sighed. “What if I were a larger than average male? Would you hate me as much as you hate yourself and want to leave me?” Not had told her about his time being overweight and down in the dumps. “You make it seem like weight is the only thing that matters… in your mind. It’s not the only thing in the world. In fact I could care less about the whole thing. There are worse things in the world. The nine realms even…” “but Thor the other girls…” “Yes… girls… I thought you were a woman, mi lady. I want a woman.” He arched a brow looking down at her hugging her now. She smiled softly. Then answers his question. “No. I would love you anyway.” “I used to weigh more than you do.” Not knowing that was the wrong thing to say. “You are so fit Thor. Why did you want me?” “I love you. I could go on all day about how much I adored you.” “You may have to.” “Of course. You have sparkling eyes. You have beautiful hair. Your body is as the waves of the ocean. Youre more beautiful than you can even imagine.  You are smart. You are strong. You are incredible. You are……..” Thor continued with sweet nothings as he cuddles with her. 

Clint Barton

“Take a picture it may last longer.” Clint arched a brow standing against the bedroom door frame at his beautiful girl. “Hey clint.” She said in a small voice and she posed one last time in the mirror before turning to face him still in the doorway. Never having seen her like this before. “You know that you are a bigger girl. Yes?” Tears started flowing from her eyes. “I’m sorry I’m too fat for you!” Clint just looked at her shaking his head and uncrosses his arms and walks across the bathroom floor to go to her and pulled her in a strong hug. “I couldn’t be without you. I truly don’t care about the weight.” 

Deadpool

After Wade lost Vannessa and he came to terms with it, he saw her. She was everything to him, Instantly. As quick as it was with Vannessa. He had to be hers. The only thing is that this girl was bigger than vanessa. It would had bothered him before the change to his own body before Ajax (frances ;D) got ahold of him. But he watched her walk and loved how her body swayed to its own beat. One day he found her staring in the mirror, about 6 months from when they originally met and she moved in. He had just come home from a long long fight day with Colossus and Negasonic Teenage Warhead at a nursing home oddly enough. “Hey… y/n!” he skipped in and flopped on the end of the bed posing in a laying down position propped up on his elbow and he shakes his head. “Hey, Wade…” He noticed she seemed out of it. He got up and smacked her bottom. “What are we looking at?” trying to keep the mood up. He looked over her shoulder, his chin was on, hands on her hips, looking in the mirror with her. She didn’t answer. “Don’t frown.” He smiled softer letting the mood fall seeing how insecure she really is at the moment. “Wade…” She brushed off his hands from her hip and tried to walk away from him but him being stronger than her that of course didn’t work. He kept her in place. “What are we looking at?” “My huge body…” she closed her eyes not to see what Wade’s eyes may be looking at if he was as disgusted as you were. Wade shook his head. “Babe… I wouldn’t be with you if you weren’t sexy as Hell. Make me shallow or not… I’ve seen lots of hot girls but YOU are sexy.” He kissed her shoulder blade. She smiled and kissed his cheek. “Thank you Wade.” “You put up with the earthquake lines that is my face so you get respect too. I’d think you were hot anyway though.” He kissed her lips passionately.

#marvel x plus size reader #marvel #plus size reader #deadpool #clint barton #tony stark #steve rogers #thor #loki #peter parker #marvel men #chubby reader #drabble #mine

[tryan-a-bex]

Fireflies and a Missing Person

For the #sandmanniversary2023! Read it on AO3 Prompts: for Aug 4-6, stargazing, hunt, raven Gen, 1172 words, broken bone, missing person

Lucienne sighed deeply as Gault caressed her bald head and pointy ear tips. There was really nothing so lovely as lying on the grass in Fiddler’s Green, with her head in her love’s lap, watching the stars swirl above them. Gault always joined her in stargazing initially, but was quicker to be distracted, or maybe just slower to lie down on the grass when her neck got tired of craning at the sky. They quietly rehashed their days, each taking comfort in the other’s interest in the minutiae of her life.

Today, Gault was celebrating another trans person who, through the shapeshifting dreams she brought, had realized that he could, if he wanted to, take steps toward having the shape he really wanted on the outside as well as the inside. Gault found him as a she and left him as a he, and it was one of the greatest privileges of her life.

For Lucienne, today’s annoyance had been Mervyn Pumpkinhead. Or rather, the lack of Mervyn. Usually he was around, even ubiquitously, whenever Lucienne needed him to do any little thing. Today, she’d started keeping a list when he hadn’t appeared for a few hours. It happened occasionally that he forgot to tell her about some big project he was taking on, and she wouldn’t see him for a few days.

“Awwwk! Hey Lucienne! Hi Gault! Have you seen Mervyn?” Matthew flapped over to them across the dark field, landing beside Lucienne’s knees.

“I haven’t seen him all day,” Lucienne complained as Gault shook her head in agreement.

“He was going to play poker with us tonight, and he never showed up!”

“Sometimes he gets involved in a big project and doesn’t come around the castle for a few days. But I’ve never heard of him not knocking off at quitting time,” Lucienne admitted.

Matthew hopped sideways and shook his head.

“I have to say, I’m getting a bit worried about him. I’ve been looking all over.”

“Really?” Gault asked. “You haven’t found him? Do you need our help?”

“Would you? Could you help me hunt for him?”

“Of course! Where have you already looked?” Lucienne jumped up and stretched out the magical raven wings Dream had given her, giving Gault a hand as she rose and fluttered her glowing wings as well, and together they leaped into the air after Matthew.

It was quickly apparent that the new moon which had made stargazing so delightful wasn’t helping with an aerial search. They needed more light. Lucienne’s eyes drifted to Gault as she pondered the problem, and the gorgeous glowing lines of her body suddenly gave Lucienne the answer she was looking for. 

“Fireflies!”

“Fireflies?” Matthew asked.

“Ahhhhh!” Gault nodded.

Lucienne, as Steward of the Dreaming, had some authority to ask dreams for help, so it was no big thing for her to summon a dream of fireflies and request that they sweep along the ground before the three friends. With the fireflies lighting the terrain, it was quickly clear that they had not yet found Mervyn. 

As they covered ground, the fireflies flowing over trees and dipping into little streambeds sunken in the landscape, Lucienne also searched her mind for any hints Mervyn might have left, or any parts of the Dreaming he might have found difficult to leave. Wait, hadn’t he been complaining about a tree? And a little stream? 

“He was muttering yesterday about a Tree of Wisdom dream, where the Tree is located at the end of a long, deep ravine, its fruit only accessible after a difficult quest, but he has to go periodically to check that the little stream that waters it has not become blocked by leaves.”

“Oh, I know where that is!” Gault exclaimed, leading them in a more westerly direction.

—

The ravine was deep and dark as they glided along above it, the depths twinkling with the lights of the fireflies. They were nearly to the end when the fireflies started to gather at a certain point, and Matthew, Gault and Lucienne flew closer to see what had caught their interest.

“Took you long enough to get here!” Mervyn’s vociferous complaining reached them before they could see his head. 

“I’ve had the worst day! Had to hike all the way out here, didn’t I? Muck about clearing decaying leaves from that damn little stream. Then the path crumbled on my way back up, dumping me back down here on my ass. And this hell-forsaken rock went and cracked my leg, so do you think I could get back up? No! And you lot! Not even coming for me until after dark! No one cares about the working man.”

Lucienne put an arm around him to help him up, while Gault gathered the pieces of his broken leg. Matthew hopped around, his worried chattering a counterpoint to Mervyn’s ongoing grumbling. 

“How are we going to get him up the hill? His leg is broken and it’s not even flesh, will it heal? Does it hurt? That path looks dangerous even if it wasn’t dark. We can’t fly him home. This is terrible!”

“Maybe the roc?” Gault suggested to Lucienne. Lucienne considered. The open space in the middle of the ravine was barely big enough for the humongous mythical bird to land, but she thought they could make it happen. 

“Yes,” she agreed, “Over there.” She requested the roc’s aid as they began to help Mervyn over the uneven ground to the centre of the ravine. The fireflies continued to light their way.

By the time they got there, the roc was circling above. 

“Do you think you can manage?” Lucienne shouted up to it as it examined the terrain and the broken Pumpkinhead. It dipped its head in acquiescence. As Gault held Mervyn’s head aloft and Lucienne supported his body, the roc dove down to grab him, head in one claw and body in the other, against Mervyn’s increasingly loud protests. Lucienne was pretty sure they were token protests. Anyway, she couldn’t think of any other way to get him out of the ravine. The three rescuers rose into the air after them, Gault with the broken leg once more in her hands. 

—

The poker game was not only later but louder than usual. Lucienne had decided to provide hot chocolate drinks, on the theory that warm chocolate was soothing to people who had fallen into ravines or participated in daring rescues. Mervyn didn’t seem too interested in his. He’d patched up his leg with his tools, brought to him by Matthew, and was proudly regaling the poker group with the (only slightly exaggerated) tale of his adventure. It looked like they were letting him win, possibly. Lucienne wasn’t all that familiar with poker, but he seemed happy about how it was going. Gault brought her cup of hot chocolate and cuddled next to Lucienne on the loveseat.

“Looks like he’s going to survive then,” she remarked. Lucienne leaned on her shoulder.

“All is right in the Dreaming once more,” she agreed.

Thank you to @best-wishes for the great beta read!

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Now with art by @ibrithir-was-here!

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[barry-j-blupjeans]

2022 Fic List!

This is a compilation of all the fics I've posted on Ao3 in 2022, plus some ficlets I like that I posted here! As always, Journal Pages is still being updated but I'm not gonna put it on this list because I made it last year (I think??)

Memories, Just a Bit To the Left

Being kidnapped was, honestly, not incredibly horrible. It wasn’t a good thing, for sure, for sure, but Barry could deal with it. Was he low on hit points? Yeah, and it was shitty. Did he feel like he was going to die? Occasionally, that’s just something that happens sometimes, you know? But it wasn’t all bad. Some of the gerblins were nice. They gave him some water, kicked him around a bit more, gave him an orange that they refused to peel so Barry just kind of spat the peel out as he went. A solid three out of five stars.

But he wasn’t too worried about the whole thing. Even as low as his hit points got, he knew that Taako would come find him. It was just a matter of if he would find Barry too late.

This was for the 2021 Candlenights exchange and it is killer, I think. I really enjoyed getting to write this and explore the space of this AU.

Archaeology Excavation on My Body

“How do you always know everything?” he asked instead of rising to her bait. “That’s the secret I want to know, ma’am. You’ve got prying eyes anywhere? Listening ears?”

"I run a secret organization on the moon,” the Director said dryly. “I’ve grown accustomed to knowing both everything and absolutely nothing at the same time. If you don’t want me to know, then I won’t know. I’ll never bring it up again. I’m simply offering us a way to, uh-” she glanced at the wall. It had been twenty minutes since the Reclaimers went offline. “Pass the time. And perhaps a way to help manage your pain a little better. No one else has noticed, Angus, but you do tend to limp a bit.”

Fuck, Angus thought.

This one was a pure vent fic, but I'm glad other people could relate to it anyway! I love giving characters I like everything that's wrong with me.

Tedious Familiarity

Déjà vu. Noun. A feeling of having already experienced the present situation. A tedious familiarity.

Barry Bluejeans woke up in a cave, fresh out of a pod filled with green goop, and saddled with an unsettling feeling that he had been here before. If you had asked forty-year-old Barry if he would follow instructions left by a talking coin, he probably would have asked you what type of drugs you were on. But, y’know, fifty… two? Fifty-one? How old was he? Fifty-two sounded right. But, y’know, fifty-two years old Barry didn’t really have that many other places to turn, so this couldn't be all that bad.

Barold my beloved!! I love any take on Barry's years alone and I thought I'd give myself a stab at it! Or several stabs, if we're going by death count. I really like how this one came out!!

Heart-Shaped Stickers

A collection of my blupjeans week prompts for 2022!

As seen on the tin sldkfsd.

Keep Your Friends Close (And the Lich Who Gives You Cryptic Advice Closer)

“There’s a lot you don’t know and I can’t tell you yet,” the Red Robe said. “And I’m genuinely sorry about that, Magnus, but right now, from the Bureau’s perspective, I’m not the good one.”

“From your perspective?” Magnus asked.

“From my- I…” he stopped again, contemplating, as if no one had ever asked him this question before. "I try to be, I think."

AKA: Magnus has questions and no one from the Bureau is giving him answers. He goes looking for the one person who will.

This baby is my pride and joy of this year, I think. It has always taken me Ages to write any chaptered fic but I'm very very proud of this one.

Autumn-Themed Notebook

Prompt fills for TAZ November Celebration 2022.

Again, as seen on the tin!

Now onto the Tumblr Ficlets!!

This list would not be complete without this ficlet about Magnus, Carey, and Killian discussing Magnus's top surgery or this one about a heart-shaped locket Barry picked up. Some other favorites from this year include:

Voidfished Taako interacting with Red Robe Lup and Barry (x)

June/The Temporal Chalice finding Barry's worst memory (x)

Merle and Hekuba talking post Story and Song (x)

Lucretia and Magnus talking about emotions and the stars (x)

Lucretia discovering the umbrastaff broke early (x)

Barry and Lucretia forming a truce to fuck over Governer Kalen (x)

Lucretia trying to discover who's stealing from the Fantasy Costco (x)

Taako taking the fall for all of Lup's deaths (x)

The Starblaster Crew stealing Magnus's shirts while he's dead (x)

Taako, Kravitz, and the mafia - Werewolf edition! (x1, x2, x3)

I gotta stop there or else this will go on forever sldfksdf. Let me know if you have any particular favorites from what I've written this year :D! It'd mean the world to me. My writing tag is #ise cube writing as always and my ao3 is IntrovertedHappiness if you wanna go check me out there!

#taz #taz balance #fic list #i am speaking #:D!!!!

[shadamyheadcanons]

Headcanon #282

Amy was sitting on the couch next to Shadow in Team Dark’s apartment one night. She saw him check the time out of the corner of her eye. Then, he stood up.

“I’m going to bed. I need to get up early tomorrow.”

“Aww.” Amy pouted, then hopped to her feet and held her arms open. “Goodnight hug?”

Shadow grunted and nodded. He wrapped one arm around her waist to hold her close. Amy barely had time to return the comfortable embrace before he pulled back. “Night,” he muttered, glancing at Amy, Rouge, and Omega in turn before turning on his heel to head up the stairs. Amy frowned after him, feeling conflicted.

“Something wrong, hun?” Rouge asked once Shadow was out of earshot.

Amy sat back down and twiddled her fingers shyly. “It’s nothing, just...sometimes I wonder if Shadow doesn’t like me.”

Rouge just stared at her for a long while. Then, she exchanged a glance with Omega...and broke out into a fit of cackles. Omega joined in with his own monotone laughter.

Amy turned red and puffed out her cheeks. “What are you laughing at?”

Rouge let out an involuntary snort and reined in her laughs as best she could. “Amy, Shadow adores you! Why in the world would you think otherwise?”

“Wha...?” Amy’s nose wrinkled. “But he never looks happy. I can’t remember the last time I saw him smile.”

Rouge wagged her finger. “That’s not how Shadow operates. You have to look harder than that. Right, Omega?”

“AFFIRMATIVE. SHADOW’S FACIAL EXPRESSIONS DO NOT CORRELATE WITH HIS MOOD. MORE ADVANCED ANALYSIS IS WARRANTED. FOR EXAMPLE, I AM CURRENTLY SITTING IN SHADOW’S CHAIR.”

Amy stared in confusion. “What does that have to do with anything?” She examined the recliner where Omega sat. “And I’ve never seen Shadow sit there. He always sits on the couch.”

“THAT IS INCORRECT,” Omega replied. “SHADOW TYPICALLY DEMANDS THE USE OF THIS CHAIR SO HE CAN CONTORT HIMSELF INTO PAINFUL-LOOKING SHAPES IN IT. HIS POSTURE IS ABYSMAL.”

“Really? I’ve never seen him do that.”

Rouge scoffed and nodded. “He looks like a grumpy pretzel when he does it. It’s kind of a relief to have you here because it’s the only time he actually sits up straight.”

Amy grinned a little at the mental image, then thought back to when she’d first entered the room that day. Shadow had been sitting alone on the couch with a pile of books and papers next to him, but he’d immediately moved them aside when he saw her so she could sit down beside him. It wasn’t the first time he’d done it, either. She hadn’t thought much of it at the time, but now, her eyes widened slightly. “Are you saying he gives that up so he can sit next to me?”

“Yup. That guy loves spending time with you,” Rouge replied with a sly smile. “When I told him I was inviting you over tonight, his ears perked up, too. They only do that when he’s really excited about something.”

Amy’s heart fluttered. “Really?!”

Rouge snorted. “Mhm. You both have some pretty obvious tells once you know where to look.” She peeked past Amy and nodded to her tail with a smirk.

Amy looked over her shoulder, only to grin sheepishly when she noticed her tail was wagging. “That obvious, huh?”

“YES.”

Amy giggled at Omega’s blunt response. “So you guys think I might have a shot?”

Rouge held a finger up to her lips. “If you need more proof, just listen.” She glanced meaningfully upward.

Amy frowned for a moment, but then she heard it. Shadow’s low voice just barely made itself heard past the running water of the shower in the form of a distant, muffled melody. Even through the walls, it still held an appealing, calming tone.

Amy’s eyes bugged out. “Shadow sings in the shower?!” she hissed under her breath.

Rouge was peering wistfully up at the ceiling. “I wish he did it more often. He’s got a hell of a voice.” Her expression turned mischievous once more as she fixed her gaze back on Amy. “But he only does it if he’s been spending time with someone really special,” she explained with a wink.

Amy blushed, then smiled. “Thanks, you two.”

Rouge nodded. “Shadow’s not a smiley kind of guy, but just because he’s not smiling doesn’t mean he’s not happy. Keep an eye on him, and you’ll see what I mean.”

Hmm...

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Amy followed Rouge’s advice, embarking on a mission to figure out every little telltale sign that something was making Shadow happy. That mission lasted for the rest of her life, and she relished the challenge.

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