#title is subject to change

[eternallytired17]

Possible MOTA Bridgerton AU

Unbeknownst to the rest of the Ton, Gale Cleven, the Duke of Thorpe Abbotts, and the Viscount, Lord John Egan, are in the midst of a secret relationship. At one of the most important balls of the social season, John is his usual flirty self with all the Lords and Ladies in attendance, which Gale takes great offence to.

After a delightful evening of covertly pressing Gale’s buttons, John sneaks off to the host’s prized hedge maze, knowing that the Duke won’t be too far behind.

The Viscount is prepared to take his punishment...

#fanfiction #masters of the air #fanfic #mota #gale cleven #john egan #bridgerton #crossover #bucky x buck #buck x bucky #john bucky egan #gale buck cleven #possible story? #please excuse the mood board #i didn't know how to properly make one #the brainrot is real #title is subject to change

[agape-28]

what are your thoughts on hobama

true love didn't exist until hobama. who could have ever thought that a couple like them could exist? the charming, dimply heartthrob of a UK boyband, and the 45th president of the united states. it seemed like their destinies were never to cross; their paths were to never intwine. and yet, a monumental occasion brought the two souls to their true match. their love burned brighter than the fifty stars on the US flag. but unfortunately, their love could not be accepted in such a tense, political climate. their romance, passionate and full of lust and love, had to end. obama returned to his wife, harry returned to the world. and yet, in spite of all the women harry could have, his heart always belonged to his forever love, "baracky-kins". he wrote songs about their passionate affair, including his insane jealousy towards michelle. and obama, as much as he keeps it secret, listens to his songs in bed, remembering too many memories and wondering too many what-ifs.

will this love forever be doomed? or will their love remain free and brave? find out more in the next installment of Hobama: A Romance For The History Books.

#title is subject to change #answered #hobama

[emsartwork]

ALL OF DAPHNE'S TRANSFORMATIONS. INCLUDING UPDATED NYMPHIX.

Previously Fairy of the Dragon Flame now Fairy of Embers. She doesn't have any transformations others than these because she was fast tracked into the nymphix path, and unlike the winx the majority of fairies don't pursue additional transformations past enchantix. (i think Daphne would be interested in Dreamix tho, so maybe I'll draw that eventually.

Her major color shifted after dying and being revived, which is shown in her winx and enchantix.

other lore and design notes below!

I changed her major color from orange/yellow to more of a teal/green because. she just doesn't look good in yellow I'm sorry I really tried but it wasn't working. Also little updates to her hair color, nothing huge tho. Daphne's primary motifs are a branching "Y" shape and a double oval/tear drop. She's a pants when possible girlie and a one set winger(yes her nymphix looks like it have multiple wings but they all merge into one stem on each side) . Her scars from her Sirenix being ripped out of her caused her winx/enchantix to change a little to cover them(mostly seen in the arms) due to insecurity. Her Dryadix/nymphix flower is a daffodil! because pun Daph-Daff, and Daffodils symbolize rebirth and new beginnings (also creativity, energy, resilience, forgiveness and vitality). Her Harpix wings aren't super specificly patterned, but she has darting wings common in small song and seed birds (robins, finches, brown birds etc.) the coloring is referential of a Shrike (also called a Butcher Bird), because Daphne was. incredibly dangerous and if she had sided with the ancestral probably would have been given a moniker similar to Butcher of Domino or Daphne the Slaughterer. (some people do call her these but its mostly among people who dislike Domino/The Royal Family.)

Lore! Daphne doesn't have a great sense of self, she was planned as a necessary successor to Marion/the dragon flame in a period as the ancestral witches were escalating their attacks and search for the dragon flame. Bloom was a back up baby in case both Daphne and Marion got dead and basically worked as intended haha. Daphne was also much more publicly involved in the kingdom than many of the other royals in winx (Stella, Aisha, Krystal and even Galatea to an extent all had rather sheltered upbringings) in a way Daphne is much more like Sky and Thoren in the since that none of them really had the space to develop their own personality outside of their familial duty.

Daphne's 1st winx and enchantixes are as direct a copy of her mom's Enchantix as you can get with transformations, right down to the more greenish tint of her major color. Growing up Marion used her fairy form liberally, so that, combined with being the next Dragon Flame holder left a deep impact on Daphne's subconscious. Daphne was also heavily influenced by Faragonda during her Alfea and Nymphix Quest years, but since she was older this isn't as deep an influence. After being revived, Daphne's years of defining herself as her connection to Bloom causes her major color to shift more blue in response to her trauma. Daphne is slowly starting to develop a sense of self outside of her titles/connections but it's unlikely her major color will shift again unless she has another major trauma.

(for the record the Winx do have trauma over the timeline I have laid out that would potentially cause their major colors to shift but I didn't do that for a couple reasons 1, their colors are iconic and make them easily recognizable as characters; 2, I'm a tired bitch. )

#winx #winxems #winx club #winx daphne #enchantix #harmonix #sirenix #dryadix #harpix #coatlnix #nymphix #DONT look at these too closely the line art and some coloring is a mess i got sick of them half way through #Fairy of embers title subject to change but i like it for now #something about Daphne is so wrong I want to put her in a jar and study her <3

[cuubism]

imaginary numbers, or wish pregnancy - you choose! <3

shared a bit of Wish, so here's Imaginary Numbers -- Complex Math installment that's basically just Taking Care of Hob Hours

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“That’s sweet. You’re sweet,” Hob tells him, and pops the tiny pastry in his mouth. “I love you.” Dream blushes. He still does that, when Hob tells him he loves him. Hob kind of wishes he never stops. Dream hands him another pastry. It’s… strange, this. Dream trying to take care of him. Anyone taking care of him. Since his mum passed, he’s pretty much just been on his own. “Do you—” Dream starts, suddenly hesitant. “I did not ask if you preferred to be alone today.” In fact, Hob really, really doesn’t want to be alone today, but admitting that with its true fervor feels… desperate. He can be alone. He can handle it, has handled it. But. He takes Dream’s hand. “I was alone today last year,” he says. “And the year before, when she passed. I planned her funeral by myself, and still there was almost no one to come.” Frankly it’s a miracle he didn’t drop out of school then, now that he thinks about it. Dream looks stricken. “I did not mean—” “There’s nothing I want more than for you to be here.” Please. I don’t want to be alone again. Dream’s anxious expression slowly subsides. “…Oh.” Then he looks tentatively pleased. Hob leans his head against his shoulder again. Dream wraps an arm around him, with some hesitance at first, then, growing bolder, he tugs Hob in so Hob is leaning fully against him, half in his lap with his face pressed against Dream’s throat. It’s… nice. It’s really nice.

#title subject to change #complex mathematics #ask #the-apocrypha #:) #my writing #there's also complex math elopement in the works but i haven't written any in ages

[cowgurrrl]

“Women can’t work under the pressures of urgency and special considerations inherent in much of the Agency’s work.” — From the 1953 report on the role of women in CIA, also known as the “Petticoat Panel”

“It’s somehow easier to endure together.” — Anton Chekov, from Complete Works of Anton Chekov; “A Living Chattel,”

In the 1980s, women made up 35% of those working in the CIA— even less traveled on official government business. In the 1980s and into the 90s, you worked for the CIA, tracking down one of the most dangerous drug cartels in history. You worked alongside countless men from other agencies like the FBI and the DEA to bring down the Medellín cartel— Javier Peña and Steve Murphy among them. They got to be the heroes. They got the praise. They got to tell their side of the story. Maybe it’s time you finally tell yours.

La Golondrina [1.1k]

Playing the Game [4.0k]

The Palace in Flames [3.8k]

How I Get Myself Killed [2.7k]

#I didn’t put the title on the graphic because I didn’t have one at the time #but it’s called #Wanted #the title is subject to change #don’t yell at me #javier pena x reader #javier pena fanfiction #javier peña #javier pena narcos #javier pena fic #javier peña x fem!reader #javier peña x f!reader #javier peña x female reader #narcos fic

[oflights]

wip snip 4.2

thank you for the tag, @elskanellis! your snip is so intriguing 👀

in return, have some more of time travel fic: extremely gooey and tender and basically what the next 10k or so words are going to be (the fic is currently 20k lmao) before things get Bad again. still heartbreaking in its tenderness, though, because baby harry is heartbreaking (a contextual reminder that he is 7 in this snip!!! adult harry is henceforth "potter" from draco's pov).

“This is for me?” Harry asks, doing another turn, clutching at the still unnamed dragon in his hands. “All of this, the bed and—I can—”

“Harry,” Draco says softly, coming closer and dropping to crouch again, ignoring his protesting thighs starting to truly feel all the activity of the day. “Yes, all of this. You can sleep in the bed, you can name your toy—it’s all yours. This is what looking after you means; everything that I can offer is yours now. I promise.”

“Do I have to—” Harry starts, and Draco simply doesn’t want to hear where that’s going.

“No. You don’t have to do a single thing. It’s just yours. Because—because you’re a guest, and a kid, and kids deserve these sorts of things no matter what.”

“Oh,” Harry says, sounding genuinely startled in a way that makes Draco want to punch—someone. Perhaps Vernon or Petunia Dursley, or perhaps Albus Dumbledore. He did not ever imagine he would one day find new and more infuriating reasons to resent Dumbledore this long after his death, but he supposes life is surprising that way.

Harry breaks up his surprised, revelatory stance with another yawn, and this time Draco makes sure his tone brooks no argument when he directs him to the bathroom with the pajamas. To keep busy and shove down the punching urge, he resizes another set of clothes from the wardrobe for the morning, startling himself when he leans too far in and his hand disappears through the back wall.

“Oh, right, I should warn you,” Draco says when Harry returns, changed and padding gingerly towards the bed. “The wardrobe is a portal to the treehouse, so be careful if you go too far into it.”

“You have a treehouse?” Harry asks with a gasp, and Draco smiles at him, striding over and pulling the quilt back for Harry to settle in.

“You have a treehouse. I’ll show you tomorrow, if you’d like.”

He waits as Harry clambers onto the bed and settles against the mound of pillows, smoothing the quilt over him and then making sure the dragon is tucked in, too. “Any ideas on a name?” Draco asks softly, tweaking the dragon’s snout. “Do you want to sleep on it?”

“Can I name him after a—a con—a constellation? Like you?” Harry asks, frowning in concentration.

“Yes, of course you can. Which do you fancy?” Draco sits on the bed near Harry’s feet and leans back on his hands, gazing up at the ceiling as it cycles over them. “There’s Cygnus, the swan I was telling you about—he was my grandfather, you know, and right by Draco, so that’s convenient. There’s Pegasus, too, a type of flying horse, and Cepheus, he was a king in Ancient Greece—well, he chained his daughter up to a rock, so maybe not the best role model, but a cool name nonetheless. Just stop me if anything grabs you, really.”

“What’s that one?” Harry asks, squinting up and pointing; Draco makes a mental note to solve the glasses issue as soon as possible. He looks where Harry’s pointing, southwest of the quadrant he’d been explaining, and spots the most recognizable constellation there is.

“Ah, that’s Orion. The hunter. He was a Giant, you know, and he got pretty boastful, so Gaia—super powerful Earth mum, you did not want to get on her bad side—sent a great big scorpion after him. They fought, so you’ll never see Orion and Scorpius—that constellation all the way over there—in the sky at the same time. But Ophiuchus—he was a Healer, that one over there, see how he’s sort of between Orion and Scorpius? He gave Orion some medicine and saved him from Scorpius.”

Harry’s eyes are drooping closed, but he still murmurs, “Really? Is that all true?”

“Well, sort of. They’re stories, myths; all the stars have stories. There are different versions and they change depending on who you talk to, but I have my favorite versions because they’re the ones my mum told me.”

Draco checks in to see that Harry’s eyes are almost completely closed, and keeps talking hoping they’ll close further; how many times had his mother talked him to sleep?

“If you’re in the sky, it means you’re pretty important, right? So that means lots of stories. I’ll tell you all of them, if you’d like. I think you’ll enjoy this room, and you’ll be happy here. I hope so.”

That’s all verging on a ramble, but he thinks it doesn’t matter because Harry is asleep. So Draco gets up gently, patting Harry’s foot over the quilt, shoots the still unnamed dragon a grin, and starts to leave the room.

He stops only when he hears Harry mumble, “Orion. That’s his name,” and curl around the dragon, breathing going smooth and even, arms clutching it tight against his small frame.

Draco smiles at them both. “Goodnight, Harry and Orion.”

tagging @teledild0nix @phoebe-delia and @thehoneybeet, fully randomly chosen so absolutely no pressure!!

#wip snip #drarry #drarry wip #drarry fic #time travel fic #so the working title of this (subject to change ofc though i like to have titles set early) is the star splitter #which is about a guy who burns his pastoral farmer life down to get a telescope to figure out his 'place among the infinities' #it's probably my second favorite frost poem tbh #draco burning his life down to rethread the universe for young harry seems very appropriate to me #anyway #i'm going to have to pause this fic somewhat soon to work on a fest fic #trying to get as much done as i possibly can because i love it so much already !!!

[static-radio-ao3]

fic snippy

“No, really, I can tell what people listen to with just one look,” Regulus argues. He glances at James, who has his eyes on the road, head tilted in consideration. The red of the light floods the car, staining James’ face in a warm hue. It looks good on him, Regulus decides. “Okay, do me,” James says. The turn signal ticks steadily on. The light stays red. Regulus doesn’t breathe. For the barest, briefest moment, heat floods his face. He’s thankful James is such a careful driver, eyes never on Regulus for long. “What?” He manages. “Do me,” James repeats. He shoots Regulus a quick glance. “What do I listen to?” Air floods his lungs again, the warm scent of wood and allspice that is now so familiar to him. He pretends to consider it for a moment. Makes a show of looking James up and down, examining the way his glasses sit low on his nose, somehow always smudged. The light turns green. The car rolls into motion. “Whale sounds and city pop,” Regulus says eventually. James’ eyes flit over to Regulus, wide and amazed behind his smudged glasses, eyebrows raised. “Holy shit, how did you know?” He breathes out, incredulous. Regulus huffs, soft and fond. “You regularly let me queue up songs on your Spotify. I have eyes, James.” James’ shoulders droop. He sulks with his whole body, Regulus has learned. It is not enough to pout, mouth twisted in childlike annoyance. No, he needs to sag and wilt like the plants on Regulus’ windowsill, not satisfied until they get attention. “Not fair,” James whines and Regulus imagines that he sounds like the kids he teaches. “Never said I was.”

#i love this regulus very very dearly ok #fic: talking on the ride home #title is subject to change! #i'm currently thinking of “talking on the ride home” or “i need somebody tonight” or a secret third thing that i haven't figured out yet #mil's writing #n e ways dropping this here and logging off for a few days bc busy </3

[actuallyitsellie]

Tease Tidbit Tuesday

Here’s a bit more from my “Houston we’ve got a problem” fic! I’m hoping to have it out this week!

Now, sitting beside his son, who looked all for the world like he was Buck’s kid, knowing that Buck viewed him as just that, he hated himself for not working up the courage to ask Buck to come. For not correcting him about Chris being his kid.

Staring at nothing but the blue sky and white clouds below them, the only thing Eddie could focus on was the tightness in his chest as he pressed two shakey fingers to his pulse point, where Buck’s lips had been.

For the entire three hour flight, Christopher sleeps, and Eddie thinks about Buck.

Tagged by: @diazsdimples @tizniz @dangerpronebuddie

NP tagging: @actualalligator @fortheloveofbuddie @theotherbuckley @evanbegins @whatisreggieshortfor @perfectlysunny02 @smilingbuckley

#tease tidbit tuesday #evan buckley #eddie diaz #buddie #911 abc #911 on abc #buddie 911 #working title: houston we’ve got a problem #title subject to change #ellie's wips

[shyvioletcat]

Rowaelin Month 2023

Here's my masterlist for Rowaelin Month! So excited to share these works with you.

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September 1: Song Fic - Oakwald Street

September 2: Accidents Happen - The Sweetest Promise Part 1

September 4: "Friends don't do this" - Set Up Part 6

September 8: Single Parents - Fish are Friends Part 2

September 9: Renaissance Fair - It Takes Two

September 10: Co-host/Guest Star with Chemistry - Dressing Room Drama Part 2

September 11: Getting arrested / Trip to police station - Broken Dreams

September 12: Meet Cute / Meet Ugly - The Sweetest Promise Part 2

September 13: Babies / Kids / Next Gen - Striking Matches

September 15: Meeting the Parents - The Sweetest Promise Part 3

September 18: Aelin and Hawk Rowan - A Race

September 19: Telling their kids about their tattoos - Stories

September 23: Domestic Fluff - What is it like to fly?

September 26: Taking care of the littles solo - How’s One To Know?

September 27: Person A is touch starved but didn't know how to reach out to Person B - The Sweetest Promise Part 4

September 29: Firsts (date/kiss/time/child/etc) - I Wish You Would Part 3

September 30: A Missing or Alternate Scene from Canon - Bite Me

#titles and days may be subject to change #but these are my plans this far

[euphorial-docx]

the start of my model!regulus jegulus au :)

It started with a question.

“What if I came with you to Fashion Week?” James had asked one night as they laid in Regulus’s bed together.

He hadn’t been expecting James to ask that, but that didn’t mean Regulus was necessarily surprised.

They had only been dating for a few months, but nearly every day was spent together in what he presumed was the infamous honeymoon phase. It made sense that James wouldn’t want to spend an entire week apart yet.

Regulus shifted in James’s arms, folding his arms over his boyfriend’s bare chest and resting his chin upon his arms. James’s eyes were unobstructed but his glasses, which were thrown off during their previous activities.

“If you did,” Regulus began thoughtfully, “you would probably be bored out of your mind. It’s not as glamorous as you think. It’s quite stressful, actually.”

“I could never be bored when I’m with you, or looking at you, or just in the same room as you,” he said, brushing a curl out of Regulus’s eyes. “If you don’t want me to go for whatever reason, I totally respect that, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to.”

Regulus leaned into his touch with a quiet groan, hauling his tired body up and ontop of James, legs trapping him against the messy bed.

“It’s not that I don’t want you to go; I would love for you to be there with me, but I really mean it when I say it wouldn’t be that fun for you. It’s a lot of running around New York, sitting in chairs as I get my hair or makeup done, and then at the end of the day, I’m not in the mood to do much of anything. It wouldn’t be, like, a vacation for either of us. It’s work.”

“You watch me work all the time, even when it’s boring you to death— which I know it does,” James countered with a faint smile, hands finding Regulus’s thighs.

The worst thing was that James was right. Regulus does visit James at his band, subsequently his brother Sirius too, when they’re recording their music. Regulus has listened to them repeat the same clips of their songs over and over again enough times to nearly lose his mind.

Maybe he had already lost his mind by then.

Regulus covered James’s hands with his own and sighed, running up and down his tanned arms. “You’re sure you want to go through model hell for an entire week?”

James grinned, and without a doubt said, “Absolutely.”

#it’ll be like nocturne where the one chapter of like 30k words #i think it might be titled ‘haute couture’ but i’m not sure yet #all is subject to change! #regulus black #jegulus #starchaser #james potter #james x regulus

[fanby-fckry]

Unintended consequences to taking note of the Alastor-Ursula parallels, in chronological order:

Creating a Hazbin Hotel/The Little Mermaid Chaggie AU.

Writing Poor Unfortunate Souls: Alastor’s Version.

Staying up all night writing Poor Unfortunate Souls: Alastor’s Version.

Poor Unfortunate Souls is now stuck in my head.

#fanby’s fuckery #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel au #the little demon au #<- working title #subject to change

[artdecosupernova-writing]

WIP Intro

Shadow Tamer

Premise

Gideon Stokes takes his daughter Warner to an animal-free circus for her birthday, where she's blown away by the magic acts and acrobatics that seem to overflow within the tent. Gideon's also impressed, and upon splurging a bit extra for Warner to meet the performers after the show, he forms an instant connection with Blake Bailey the Greatest—magician, clown, ringleader extraordinaire with a mysterious air as enigmatic as his true identity.

There's something about the act, however...the lights, the illusions, the general dark undercurrent. Nothing sits right with Gideon. And digging deeper into the circus itself as well as Blake Bailey uncovers more magic than he ever expected...and places him directly into the line of unfathomable paranormal fire.

Characters

Gideon Stokes — single dad, full-time store owner, doing his level best at all times

Warner Stokes — 12 years of age, in sixth grade, doing her level best some of the time

Blake Bailey — magician, clown, ringleader, not his real name, dabbling in things beyond human comprehension

Calliope Windlass-Hammerman — magician's assistant, acrobat, Blake's best friend and confidante

Snippet

Gideon stared into the hat. "Where's the rabbit?" There was a pause. Blake laced his fingers together in front of himself, lips pursed, and he glanced around the room as if looking for it as well. His brows lifted. "...Hm?" "The rabbit." Gideon laid a finger on the brim of the hat, frowning as Blake's attention wandered elsewhere. He had to admit he felt strange questioning the man's livelihood, and he couldn't explain why he was so certain it didn't add up. "The one you just put into this. The white one with the black fur patches around its eyes. You just had it. There's nothing under this table and there's no trick compartment in the hat...so where's the rabbit?" A row of performers marched into the tent room, interrupting Gideon's line of questioning. Blake seemed unfazed, a small smile tugging at his features as Calliope cartwheeled behind him. "Huzzah, hurrah!" a clown cheered, tossing blue glitter confetti into the air. "Hip, hip, hurray! It is, it is, a wonderful day!" Another clown chimed in, kicking up the dirt at their feet. "Pardon our intrusion! Don't mangle the illusion!" "Hells and bells and knells of steel!" Calliope sang, leading the clowns and her fellow acrobats through the flaps on the other side of the room. "Are we sure the magic isn't real?" Gideon's eyes widened, and under the shadow of the ceiling, Blake met his gaze under lowered lashes and a sudden aura of haunting profundity.

#Shadow Tamer #wip intro #that is not the stupid title I mentioned earlier lmao #also I came up with that snippet on the spot to give an idea of the vibe #lmao it's subject to change or not be in it at all #hell I don't even know what POV it'll be in 😪

[katkalis-the-horror-fanartist]

Info about my version of a corrupt overlord Enoch and the zone he rules!:

The Big Boss:

This cruel, monstrous, voracious ruler devours all who appose him. His lust for power has led to this eerie twisting of his form. Compliance saves lives. Resistance is soon snuffed out, usually by his deadly maw.

Spectral Dedan and Spectral Japhet, The Sinister Shadows:

After becoming locked up within a hidden area, part of the soul of the fallen guardians was drained away and infused into writhing fury. Now, these vicious creations, horrid striding portrayals of those pitiful fallen fools stalk Enoch's territory.

The Hench-Elsens:

Together, these apostles of dread appease and serve their powerful ruler. Though usually very reminiscent of pure Elsens, they each have hellish, gruesome form far more fearsome than their usual facades. Each is capable of drastic destruction in said form, and formidable foes each can make.

A general summary of each seperate Elsen Below:

Caspar: The most temperamental and feral of the three, he is prone to acting before thinking. This often leads to scolding, though moreso by his more authoritative partner rather than Enoch. His boss form is beastial.

Melchior: The most obedient, and undoubtedly the most calm. When not sent out with a mission to complete, he stays close to his overlord's side. Caspar often spits insults at him, such as labeling him the lord's pet.

Balthasar: The unintentional leader of the group. Tentacles that make up his body squirm and squelch, often tense with energy, prepared to snap out and slice flesh in an instant. His attempts to keep order often succeed, so he has little to no chance of losing his silent title.

#off game #off horror game #off mortis ghost #off ocs #off enoch #off elsen #off burnt #off dedan #off japhet #my art #fan art #oc info #oc: caspar #oc: melchior #oc: balthasar #oc: spectral japhet #oc: spectral dedan #oc: overlord enoch #his title subject to change

[phantoms-autistic-hands]

thougjt for .2 seconds on whether i should post this and was like Why Not. have a phantom that i painted instead of studying for an exam tomorrow <3

the reference (i don't remember the source if anyone knows do link it so i can put it here):

#phantom of the opera #poto #erik #my art #<- that tag is going to be soooo useless i literally never draw or paint Ever #anyway when putting in the ref picture i realize i forgot his ring oH NAURRR just imagine if you will that christine has it atm #SOMEONE NEEDS TO FORCE ME TO STUDY #anyway if the signature looks weird its becaude thats not my real life signature bc i dont go by atlas irl #THE LAST TIME I USED PROCREATE WAS FOR AN ASSIGNMENT FOR A SUBJECT ON MICROBES WHERE I HAD TO DRAW BACTERIA #TWO YEARS AGOOOOOO #and before that were some drawing of hands titled hands of procrastination. i've never changed?

[trentcrimminallybeautiful]

you know if we do accept the last epilogue-esque sequence as a sort of dream/wish of ted's and therefore not necessarily canon, very funny if we then simply go "yeah, trent's book is called 'the lasso way' actually. he didn't change that. nope."

#listen on one hand #i think that like #i don't think ted actually changed trent's mind about the title #i think trent changed it because ted asked him to #and like that's especially interesting bc he even made a point of being like #'tell me if you disagree with anything and i'll tell you why you're wrong' #but he respects ted; more than that he likes him and he wants him to like the book--like him #anyone else and trent would have told them to fuck off but ted? ted asking him to change the title? yeah #i think he didn't agree with 'it not being about him'--and not bc of any feelings he may have for ted--but if we accept that him changing #the title is canon then like. he did it because ted asked. nothing more nothing less #maybe he felt he owed it to ted as the subject of the book; maybe he just respected him too much not to #maybe it's partially bc of his feelings; maybe it's because he just couldn't say no to ted #but it's ultimately just. because ted asked him. #and trent respects him; trusts him; cares about him #and that's pretty heartwrenching #but like on the other hand if we say 'no that was ted's wishufl thinking trent definitely went 'sorry ted it's called the lasso way'' #also like.... him being like. like quietly not changing it and if ted said something him just. being like #ted. i respect you. i care about you. i trust you. but with all due respect absolutely not #yes it isn't ONLY about you but YOU made this happen. YOU are special and YOU have a place here whether you can stay forever or not #yes it's about the team and the coaches yes you aren't a one man band but ted. TED. you touched lives. you changed lives. and that was YOU. #that was you and your philosophy and your attitude. #you made richmond what it is today. yes the team deserve credit too for the kind of bond they have now but YOU facilitated that #none of the coaches currently here woudl be coaches if not for you. the diamond dogs wouldn't exist. literally every single one #of our friends--OUR friends--wouldn't be where they are and probably wouldn't be as happy #you got through to people over and over again who were hurting and lashing out. to rebecca. to roy. to jamie. to nate. to me. #and you can be humble but there's being humble and there's acting like you don't matter to any of us like you didn't have an impact #like you can just leave without a trace. we don't blame you for leaving--i especially don't--but acting like we won't miss you and like #your time with all of us--our time--meant nothing is more insulting than it is humble because we /love you/ #and yes. it was the goddamn lasso way that built this place #this community.

[starry-nights12]

The Secrets We Keep

A little something I came up with for my idea:

"She's taken shimmer. She's even more dangerous now than ever before."Caitlyn informed him.

"We don't know where she is...she could be anywhere." Vi pushed her hair back and sighed wearily. "Is there a chance that you've seen her?"

Memories from this morning flashed across his mind. He had awoken to those same shimmer colored eyes, her hair splayed on his sheets, with a smile gracing her lips.

She traced her finger down his face, to his jaw, then stroked his bottom lip. He gently bit the tip of it and made her giggle softly.

They got dressed but she wore his t-shirt. He sat on a pillow between her legs as she helped style his dreadhawk then he helped braid her hair.

Before he left the Firelights base, the couple held each other in a tight embrace.

The world was cruel and perilous outside their sanctuary.

With an increase of Enforcers in the Lanes after Jinx bombed the council chambers: riots have became an almost daily occurrence.

Jinx cupped his cheeks in her hands, their foreheads connected as they gazed in their eyes. "Come back to me safe, okay?"

Ekko looked into his friend's sad eyes. He quickly lips his lips then shook his head. "No," He stuffed his hands in his jacket pockets. "I haven't seen her since that night on the bridge."

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