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daisyblog · 1 year

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Back To You

When We Were Young Masterlist Summary: YN and Louis admit they want each other back.

Since their reconciliation a few months ago, Louis and YN had become practically attached to the hip. When they weren't together, grabbing a cuppa at the coffee shop or walking the streets of London together, they were texting, calling, or facetiming each other.

YN wasn't sure if this was just them being friends or if it would turn into something more, but she was happy again. It was easier to get up in the morning, she found herself smiling a lot more and she would find herself checking to see if that one name would appear when she checked her phone. Who are you, a teenage girl? She thought to herself but still continued with the behaviour.

She was currently at his home, sitting opposite him and she blushed as she caught herself admiring him from afar. Something she had found herself doing a lot of lately, she'd noticed how he changed from that teenage boy she met years ago, to a man with stubble, but was still that funny, witty and beautiful boy she fell in love with.

YN had been thinking about it for a while, she'd even written a song about it, but it never seemed like the right time. She wanted to give her and Louis another try, but the fear of rejection scared her so she pushed the idea to the back of her mind.

Louis coughed into his hand, breaking her from her thoughts "I..uh..I've written a song"

"Can I hear it or-"

Louis nodded, but he was nervous, YN could tell by the way his body and shoulders were stiff.

I know my friends they give me bad advice Like move on, get you out my mind But don't you think I haven't even tried? You got me cornered and my hands are tied

You got me so addicted to the drama I tell myself I'm done with wicked games But then I get so numb with all the laughter That I forget about the pain

Whoa, you stress me out, you kill me You drag me down, you fuck me up We're on the ground, we're screaming I don't know how to make it stop I love it, I hate it, and I can't take it But I keep on coming back to you

YN didn't want to make an assumption that he was referring to her in the song but was this him saying he felt the same as her. When did this become so complicated?

"Uh..I..um" YN was taken back slightly, not expecting the lyrics to be so open and direct "That was amazing Lou..I really think you've got something there..I think it could even be made into a pop beat..if you-"

Louis chuckling interrupted her rambling "You've always rambled when you're nervous"

"It's funny how you still know me so well"

Louis hesitated slightly, not wanting to move too fast but he'd waited two years for this moment and he wasn't going to waste it "I want you back"

Louis didn't know what he expected her to do at his words, but roar with laughter was not it "W-why are you fookin' laughing..I'm being serious darlin'"

"You're not the only one who's written a song" YN began to explain "It's like you already knew the title of it"

"You can't tease me like..c'mon show me your magic" Louis moved closer to her side.

Why do I only remember the good? I tell myself we were just misunderstood When you never did a thing you know you should If I could just kiss you, I know that I would

I'll say it Yeah, I want you, I want you, I want you back Like, baby How can you be the worst and the best l've had? I need it I could tell you a lie, so I don't seem sad But it drives me mad 'Cause I want you, I want you, I want you back

YN didn't have a chance to sing any more of the song before fingers on the back of her neck pulled her forward and her lips met Louis's, his stubble tickling her lip. Two years of missing his touch, two years of wanting his love, two years and she was home.

Tag List: (let me know if you would like to be added) @peterholland04 @werewolfbansheelove

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tayrcse · 3 months

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if you ask me to

✎ summary: You would do anything he asked you to. He would do the same for her.

✎ warnings: angst, unrequited love

✎ characters: JJ Maybank, Sarah Cameron, Kiara Carrera

✎ pairings: JJ Maybank x Reader

✎ tags: @rafedrewandjjs @theouterbanksofsnow @redhead1180

Saw you at the party, but you wouldn't say a single thing

You smiled for a moment, then she kissed your cheek, that's such a shame

'Cause I know that she can't love you quite like I could

You couldn’t help but look for JJ as soon as you arrived at the bonfire with Sarah. It would be your first time seeing him since you heard he started dating Kiara Carrera. It wasn’t long before you caught sight of his blonde head of hair. He was wearing a plain t-shirt and shorts, but you don’t think he’s ever looked this handsome. JJ caught your eye, smiling for a moment before Kiara appeared, kissing him on the cheek as a greeting.

‘What a shame,’ you think, sighing. You knew you could love him better than she ever could, even if you never got the chance to prove it.

So I'll leave your text on read, and hope you're overthinkin' everything

Saw me by myself, you said “hello” and asked if I was good

She walked up out of nowhere, damn, I almost said that I love you

Now you're headed to her house to watch that movie you both like

While I'm up and losin' sleep, what do I do if it's not me you choose?

You were surprised to hear you phone ding as you walked away from JJ and Kiara. It was a text from JJ.

JJ: You look great :)

You leave it on read, secretly hoping that it would bother him and maybe cause him to overthink about you as much as you do about him.

An hour later, you had wandered off on your own, finding an area of the beach that wasn’t filled with drunk teenagers.

You hear him before you see him. “Hey, are you okay?”

Before you could answer, Kiara was there. “Babe, you ready to go? We can go to my place and see what’s on Netflix.”

You glance at JJ before walking away from the both of them. You don’t know whether you’re grateful or sad that Kiara showed up. One more second alone with him and you would have let it slip that you’re in love with him.

But God, she's so pretty, and funny, and witty

I don't think that I stand a chance

And she's so fuckin' lucky 'cause all I've been wanting

Is you to be holding my hand

But it feels like forever, from minutes to seconds

To hours, been waiting for you

But she loves you too, I guess it's too soon

But I'd come running if you asked me to

You couldn’t even blame JJ for being with her. Kiara was gorgeous, funny, and challenged him in every way. You should have known you didn’t stand a chance. She already had everything that you didn’t. Now, she has the person you want most too. You waited so long for JJ to finally tell you he loved you back. But, you suppose Kiara loves him too, and maybe it was still too soon for him to tell you what you desperately wanted to hear. Even now, you would drop everything and come running if he asked you to.

Had you to myself, but then you left and didn't even care

Didn't give a second thought 'cause you know that I'd still be here

If you always thought about her, did you have to waste my time?

So if blue was never love then all this time, have I been color-blind?

It wasn’t always like this. Once upon a time, JJ was yours. Well, almost. He was your best friend. He was as close to yours as he would get. And then he found her, and he was no longer yours at all.

‘Did I imagine all those intimate moments? Those flirty looks and soft touches, were they all made up? Had it always been her? Did he just waste my time?’ You can’t help but question your entire relationship. You had thought that what you and JJ had was love. Now, you can’t help but wonder if you had just been blinded by your own love for him.

But God, she's so perfect, no flaws on the surface

I don't think that I stand a chance

And she's so fuckin' lucky 'cause all I've been wanting

Is you to be holding my hand

It feels like forever, from minutes to seconds

To hours, been waiting for you

But she loves you too, I guess it's too soon

But I'd come running if you asked me to

Kiara Carrera was perfect, flawless almost. You realize now that you never stood a chance. All you had wanted for years was for JJ to hold you the way he’s holding her now. You waited for him for years. You loved him for years. But she loves him too, and it was too late for you. But, still, you’d come running to him if he asked you to.

#Spotify #outer banks #jj maybank #jj maybank angst #jj maybank x reader #tayrcse

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luvring · 1 year

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TALK ABOUT AIS!!! PLEASEEEEEJFHSIAJSIDJIAIAISIDJJ!!!!i swear nobody talks about that man

AIS HCS 3

gn!reader | Hello. ive sunafied this guy more than i should've...My bad. also don't remember what hcs i've said b4. oh mein gott....

not a headcanon but a vision . ais pulling up to a mcdonalds drive-thru in a tiny car made for kids. you know those toy ones. or like...a scooter... also starbucks pup cups 👍

just a Little suggestive // wears a stupid shirt to sleep. i can't explain this but he looks like he has a collection of (ironically) silly shirts he wears around the house alongside regular tees / tank tops. for special occasions you know. U think ur going to Bang and he comes out w the breaking bad walter white on the floor photo on his chest like Where did you get that. i need it

watches a wwe fight and says i could do that. says he'll have to remember that for later. ? when? later when? bro?

will watch a sad movie with you and at the sight (or sound) of you crying tries to make you laugh. if it doesn't work because wow this crying is Serious he pulls you into him and rubs your arm, passing you tissues with the other hand

^ me personally i will genuinely have tears streaming down my face and let out a very loud sob before saying "i'm not even crying bro" and i think he'd find that very amusing and say "yeah of course you aren't" while putting the tissue box in my lap

you know how tinder suggests "conversation starters" to send but they're like. really bad. he'd use them on you and pretend like you've just started talking

good at laser tag. like freakishly look at laser tag. Sneaky Guy.... he tricks you into thinking he's casual about it before shooting you out of nowhere

times his trip to the movie theatre so he can watch one movie then sneak into another one right after. he has a bag of food so he doesn't have to go get more popcorn Or he brings you with him so together you can do two popcorn runs if needed

if you're like Me and take silly photos of your dolls or plushies? ais would do it too. why is bro setting up a whole scene and drama and sending you pics while you're not home with Your plushies. good news is that through trial and error he gets a really good understanding of your characterization of them. like no He would NOT murder but SHE would! and he respects that.

does the thing where if you ask him to do something he says no while doing it. he's just like me fr

Once a seasoned leader.... Ok. i need a scene where ais's Leader Traits Appear. i know he's attractive while taking charge or whatever....red spring studio i know you have my back (pleading) (begging) (manifesting)

gets a genuine compliment from you and doesn't know what to do with himself. can't even bring himself to think of a witty reply, at least not quickly. "not used to you being so nice." Well watch your back bro.....

@lost-lonnie @screaming-wea-sel @dreamtydraw @respitable @semifilms @hexcoeur @cvhenia @mitskiologist

#touchstarved game #touchstarved ais #ais x reader #nia + touchstarved

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poppletonink · 9 months

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Review: Red, White and Royal Blue Movie

★★★★★ - 5 stars

"You need to figure out if you feel forever about him. Do you love him?"

The so-called "Cake Gate" was an accident - I mean, nobody would choose to have a £75,000 cake fall on top of you and your worst enemy. Alex Claremont-Diaz didn't mean to create an international scandal, but it doesn't mean he didn't do it. Now, his mother, the President of the United States needs him to do some damage control in order to not mess up her opportunity of winning the next election. Except, Alex Claremont-Diaz cannot stand Prince Henry and now he has to pretend they're best friends. Yet as Alex and Henry spend more time together, they realise that their hatred towards each other is completely unprecedented and quickly find themselves hurtling into a secret relationship with each other. As the election draws closer, Alex realises that he feels something more for Henry. Alex realises that he is in love with him. The question is what is worth the sacrifice? Is he willing to potentially upend two nations and ruin his mother's campaign? Is true love really worth it?

Red, White and Royal Blue seems like some sort of whacky, wild fan fiction in summary - it's a royal au, follows the enemies to lovers trope and very much so idiots in love. Despite the AO3 tags it perfectly fits into, Red, White and Royal Blue is so much more than it seems. It's a beautiful love story, a tale of hurt, heartbreak and comfort, that emotionally hits the viewer in ways you aren't expecting.

As someone who read the book a long time before the film was even conceptualised, (and as it's one of my favourite books of all time) my standards for how great this film needed to be were extremely - and I mean extremely - high. Despite leaving out bits from the book, which as sad as it may be is understandable due to time constraints, it still hit me just as viscerally as the book. Somehow even though some of the largest plot points (e.g. Bea's cocaine addiction) and most important characters (June Claremont-Diaz who I adore so very much) were missing, it still remained really accurate to the book. That sounds really contradictory, I know, but it was genuinely amazing how many lines they kept word for word from the original novel. It's something that I truly appreciate about recent book to screen adaptations, and I loved the fact that I could notice every time that it happened.

Nick and Taylor's chemistry was off the charts, which is something that seemingly came out of left field for a lot of people, but quite genuinely made the perfect Alex and Henry. They perfectly performed the witty banter, the yearning looks and the complete and utter disdain they have for each other at times. They made Alex Claremont-Diaz and Henry Fox Mountchristen Windsor real and by doing that they too made history.

Music played quite a large role in this film from the beginning until the end. I think the greatest song choice was undoubtedly Katarina Stratford's anthem. Bad Reputation was a brilliant choice for the theme song - it's such a perfect representation of Alex as a person, of him not caring what other people think and simply doing what he wants to do. It was also great to see Henry's karaoke performance of Don't Stop Me Now by Queen on the screen, and Henry and Alex dancing in the V&A was quite frankly beautiful.

Overall, Red, White and Royal Blue is a must-watch film of 2023. It's raw and emotional; it's a master class in romance; and it's extremely funny. It's a story that will make history.

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alatismeni-theitsa · 4 days

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Theitsa its so incredibly sad to me that many Greeks feel embarrassed of our more balkan or "eastern" music and folklore. That is literally some of the best we have, like the really good stuff! Just how distinct and varied the music is across the different regions. You can instantly tell if a song is from Epirus or Thrakia, from Macedonia, from the islands or from Crete, for example. I used to think my Vlach/Thessalian ancestry was boring and kind of "hillbilly", because it isn´t like a Mamma Mia film or recognizable as Greek to foreigners who mainly see adverts about Santorini and the like. But now I really appreciate the uniqueness and beauty of it, even if foreigners don´t "get" it. I wish we could get out of the mindset that our culture after antiquity is somehow tainted or less than. But I guess those who get it, get it 🫤

I fully agree! As I said in another post many Greeks learn from a young age to only recognise and appreciate the elements of our culture that are palatable to Westerners. It is part of the "job" we have to do to be consider "civilised Europeans" by the European powers. How we look is our "saving grace" and affects our tourist marketability, so we adopted this behaviour as a survival mechanism.

Some Greeks are just not exposed to music from other Greek regions and rush to call it "eastern", as you said. I'm not talking about actual Greek Eastern music (from Asia Minor), or am I denying any influences in our music from Eastern nations ofc. I'm talking about the Greek instruments and rhythm that have been here since antiquity. Archaeological studies show that this "eastern-sounding" music is actually also Greek. Farya Faraji has an excellent YouTube video on ancient Greek music! (And you can find it in my #farya faraji tag)

I'm happy that through artists like Marina Satti people from all around Greece and around the world discover more Greek traditional (and ancient) instruments and tunes.

Also, indeed, the Vlach Greek communities aren't known to foreigners at all. My Macedonian Vlach ancestry is the most influential part of my family hands down! 😂 Resilient, witty, and great relatives throughout! For this reason, I never gave a shit about how foreigners would perceive it, and I was happy to explain some history to them.

Now, about Thessalians (with Vlach ancestry or not), they're also pretty cool! First of all, you got Centaurs and freaking Achilles in your history! Pelion, Phthia, Spercheios = Achilles, and too much ancient folklore! Nowadays things are a bit grim with the economy and natural disasters. Still, the Thessalians worked the land to the best of their ability and - rightfully - earned respectable money from it in the past. I think Thessaly has all the tools to thrive, and the people will, once again, work things to their advantage! It's clear to me how much Thessalians love their topos (be it their town or their village) and there are Thessalians distinguished personalities who pour an insane amount of work into creating great things!

And since we're at it, I know why "Vlach" became a synonym with "hillbilly" but I've observed (in North and Central Greece) that the Vlach mindset for security and growth is very much on par with the urban/capitalist approach. Like, I know its drawbacks, but it keeps you sharp and ensures that you make the necessary sacrifices or take the required risks to survive in The Economy and even thrive. Every Greek "tribe" was in villages at some point, so basically most Greeks descend from "hillbillies", but imho the Vlachs are the most "urban" of all. 😉

(Because of where I lived, such that "hillbilly" or "villager" are not even insults. Hopefully howI used them here doesn't sound condescending on my side.)

#answered #vlach #greek speaks

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xknivesandpensx · 7 months

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Like Pieces of a Puzzle

Chapter 13

Summary: What if Harry wasn't the only extra student called upon to participate in the Triwizard Tournament? Far from the most popular candidate, Draco not only has to take on the trials but also deal with his unexpected feelings for Hermione. Will he be able to face the challenges as well as follow his heart? Chapter length will vary. I'll be referencing both the books and movie versions. Some things from what I've previously written will be mentioned, all of which you can find here. And for those who asked to be tagged: @dayane245love

Hermione tried not to watch Harry too closely as they descended into the dungeons after lunch. She knew Double Potions always caused him to be a bit petulant, especially since they shared class with the Slytherins (not that Snape aided in uplifting his mood either).

A part of her remained more concerned about his fight with Ron, given the two still haven’t spoken to one another and had no intention of trying to mend any bridges. It irritated Harry every time Hermione tried bringing him up so she settled on letting them figure it out.

“I finished your essay for you last night. Although, you really should’ve done it yourself considering we’re working on antidotes today,” Hermione mentioned, breaking the silence.

“Between avoiding everyone and the common room in general, I hadn’t the time. Thanks anyway. The last thing I need is Snape going on about another unfinished assignment.” Harry paused, catching sight of Malfoy and his usual crew standing outside the door.

Each of them wore large badges with the words POTTER STINKS glowing a bright green against a black background. Initially, Harry thought they had S.P.E.W. written across, seeing as Hermione kept pestering others about the importance of house elves. He should’ve known they’d never wear one.

He wished they’d stop blocking the entrance. It gave him no choice but to face the group when all he sought was to get Snape’s lesson over with. Harry already braced himself for another round of Hermione’s consistent chant of ignore them, said under her breath whenever someone commented on his champion status.

He didn’t care too much how Malfoy took to handling the situation. He appeared rather coolheaded on the outside, yet his anxious disposition on the night of their choosing remained locked in his memory.

“Like them, Potter?” Draco asked after noticing the pair. “It comes to no surprise you’re least popular. Even your own house thinks the worst of you for getting in the tournament. It wouldn’t surprise me if they started asking for some as well.”

Hermione rolled her eyes, ignoring Pansy’s loud giggles and evident necessity to be right at his side. “Oh, how very funny. Really witty. I’m shocked you didn’t add anything more.”

Almost magnetically his gaze drew towards her. It hardly mattered if Hermione donned the same uniform as everyone else, she still managed to stand out against the cluster of students slowly filling behind. The second he saw her in such a light, an image of his parents flashed, forcing a steady reminder.

He suppressed what he could and pulled out an extra badge, offering it to her. “Want one, Granger? I’ve got loads. But don’t touch my hand. I just washed it. I wouldn’t want a Mudblood sliming it up.”

Harry’s embarrassment, cheeks lightly flushed after laughter erupted, quickly jumped to anger. He kept the feeling buried underneath for days and it finally found reason to burst through. Before he got the chance to take out his wand, he felt a pull at his arm.

“Stop! You’ll get in trouble,” Hermione warned, aware of what he’d resort to. She then faced Draco, unwilling to be fazed by the other Slytherins staring her down. “I don’t seem to recall you minding me touching your hand when you needed help.”

Draco lost his smug smile, tensing slightly. He glowered, sneering instead. “It sad, really, that you’ve got to make things up. As if I’d ever let you come anywhere near me,”

“Which is more likely? Me creating a story or you denying it ever happened? I can’t see how I’d benefit from lying.” Hermione ignored the heaviness against her chest, all too conscious of the puzzled expressions forming after her retort.

He shrugged, trying to force an indifferent pretense. “I’m not denying anything because it’s not true. And actually, I don’t appreciate the accusation.”

Harry started to wonder when the two of them started having rows of their own. They always began between Malfoy and himself, then somehow switched focus whenever Hermione got involved. Their bickering almost reminded him of how she and Ron constantly fought.

Suddenly, the noise died down. Harry didn’t need to turn around to find out why.

“What are you all doing standing outside the classroom?” Snape asked, eyeing each of them, lingering slightly longer on the Gryffindors. “I suggest you get in your seats before I start docking points.”

Harry hurried in and settled in his normal chair next to Hermione, trying not to glare daggers at the professor’s back when his head turned. Positive a detention would’ve been given if not for the Slytherins causing the holdup.

Snape made his way to the front. “We went over the specifics of your assignment last we saw one another. You’ll be split into pairs of my choosing… so stop inching yourself closer to Miss Granger, Mr. Potter. It won’t help you any, I’m afraid. No, I think you’ll benefit from working alongside Mr. Longbottom. The two of you seem to be on par when it comes to your potion skills.”

Harry’s hate for the man burned deeper. He didn’t know what was worse, getting openly mocked or enduring Malfoy’s not so subtle snickering.

It surprised Hermione to hear her name right after Draco’s, though it looked like a couple of students from different houses were mixed together. She gathered her belongings, requiring a few steady breaths prior to joining the empty space at his table.

Ron, sitting next to Dean, gave her a sympathetic look, thinking it rather unlucky to have him as a partner.

“You may all talk quietly amongst yourselves.” Snape paused for a moment, slowly folding his arms. “I will check on your progress in an hour’s time. If I catch any fooling around or off topic chatter, make no mistake, I will fail you. Anti-venom is not excessively complex but it requires accuracy. I want you to brew them carefully. As for your homework, it is to be given to me at the end of class.”

Draco kept his observation forward. He fought the wave of nervous energy threatening to rupture his chest. It proved to be futile. With each intake of air another wave of apprehension surged, feeling more hostile than the last. She sat so close the scent of her shampoo lingered heavily in the air. Some kind of flower, roses he presumed. The florid aroma floated about them during any close encounter, it took until now to pinpoint the exact smell.

He suddenly forgot how to speak. The constant repeating of reprimanding thoughts in his head blocked the outside noise. Maybe he should just say it and get the words out before they choked him.

“Are you paying attention to anything I’ve said?” Hermione asked, having already lit the fire under the caldron and spread out their needed ingredients. “I’m sure you don’t want to be partners any more than I do, but I’m not willing to fail because of it.”

He snapped back into reality, too jumbled up inside to properly respond and instead commented on something else. “Why did you have to mention that in front of everyone?”

Draco regretted the question the instant it left his lips. He switched his focus on his potions book, turning to the correct page, thinking she’d leave it unremarked upon. Obviously, he was wrong.

Hermione threw fire seeds into the boiling water, sprinkling a little anjelica in while stirring. “You know, you might actually be a decent person to be around if you weren’t so hung up on blood status. And I only mentioned it because…”

She hesitated, wondering why herself.

“Because you always have to prove a point, isn’t that right, Granger? Can’t even keep quiet in class. How silly of me to possibly expect anything less. And make no mistake, it won’t happen again.” Draco skimmed the page before taking a knife to chop a handful of vervain.

“I didn’t realize it was such a big secret. Honestly, I’m not sure why I bother. If you don’t want to be nice to me than be a little more consistent. It’s driving me mad.” She muttered the last part, reflecting more precisely of her emotional state whenever he flipped the switch.

“Maybe I could if you stopped making me feel –– ” Draco cut himself off, directing his gaze downward. He almost let it slip. How stupid of a mistake and with so many people nearby. Not that either of them raised their voices above a whisper.

Heat suddenly rose to his face, thinking his must've brain short circuited for a moment. The crushing reality of practically saying it out loud compelled him to remain quiet in fear of admitting it in full.

Confusion flickered, her heart speeding up a bit.

“Feel what?” The words left her in near stumble. By studying his countenance, she noticed a vague yet palpable difference. Something about his expression threw her off.

“Nothing. Forget it.” He went back to make another attempt at their project only to stop, sending a glare her way. “Will you quit staring at me and get back to stirring.”

Resisting the urge to do the exact opposite, she obliged. Though not willing to let the matter slip by. “I’m going to take a guess based off how you’ve been acting and say you’re afraid you’ll start to like me as a person if you admit it out loud? You’re scared if we have a conversation or get along, you might think I’m no different than yourself.”

Her analysis reminded him of when they were stuck in a supply closet at Scrivenshaft's Quill Shop at the end of last year. She read him easily back then in regards to his boggart, understanding more than he wanted or thought anyone could. He denied the absolute certitude of her deduction then as he intended to do now. Given her accuracy, thankfully Hermione hadn’t probed further and picked the pieces apart until she realized he genuinely felt something romantically towards her.

“Brillian story you just concocted. Making it a habit, I see.” He tossed the vervain in the cauldron. The liquid took on a shade of light green. “As if it’s possible for a filthy little Mudblood to mean anything to me.”

Hermione fought the realness of his answer, asking the next question more for herself. “Would it really be so bad?”

“Yes,” he snapped, noticeably catching Harry’s attention. “How about you try shutting up so we can get this stupid assignment over with.”

She said nothing else in return, fighting the need to further press her belief. Maybe all she managed to do by pointing out what she thought to be true, subjected him to push back. Again. Or perhaps Hermione simply desired her assumption to fall in the right. It was as if the more time they talked, the more justifiable her affections became. Merely to fracture whenever he resorted to open contempt.

Draco’s arm suddenly shot out, grabbing hold of her hand to prevent her from touching the snake venom required to counterbalance the antidote. She clearly didn’t notice it dripping down the side of the vial. “Watch what you’re doing.”

Even a second of direct interaction would produce an injurious effect strong enough to be sent promptly to Madam Pomfrey.

A light static pulse embarked across his skin from mere contact. His blue eyes met a pair of brown as he saw her features morph into a shy, flustered sort of quality, bordering on surprise and uncertainty.

The whole class might be watching them and he’d never know. Draco’s inability to move, much less look away, blinded him to the outside world. He knew the longer he remained frozen, the worse off he’d be, yet he couldn’t detach his fingers. Right after saying he’d never allow it too.

The sound of squeaking hinges screeched loudly, jolting him back. Draco let go immediately, drawing away as far as possible. His lungs unable to function.

Colin Creevey scurried past the students and spoke directly to Professor Snape. “I’m supposed to bring Harry and Draco upstairs. Mr. Bagman asked to see them. I think they want to take photographs and interview the champions.”

A long pause ensued, for if it was simply Harry, a negative response would’ve been given. “Very well.” He glanced between the two boys. “Hand me your homework on the way out. Your partner will finish your assignment and their grade will reflect your own.”

Hermione kept still as he proceeded to leave her side. Several things were circling her mind. Mostly on Draco, who oddly seemed to react opposite to his spoken aversion. But why overanalyze? It bewildered her more than ever and frankly she needed simplicity. An easy flow into a relationship. Something he’d never give her.

Knowing that still didn’t relinquish how she felt by any means.

Draco got out the door first, not very keen on meeting anyone’s eyes. At this rate he’ll end up admitting his feelings by accident. It left him rather tangled up inside.

Colin departed once they exited the dungeon (mentioning his need to fetch Cedric), only then did Harry bring himself to say something. He saw their entire exchange near the end, lacking the ability to hear them, of course. And given Neville’s faulty skills in potions, his knew grade would suffer.

He certainly hated the idea of photos and answering questions. The ridicule he already received hit bad enough. This held the potential of making it a lot worse.

Harry waited until they came into the entrance hall, quickening his strides to keep up, fully intent to be blunt. “What’s going on with you and Hermione?”

The question hit like the shatter of glass. If he noticed, who else did? “How about you mind your own business, Potter.”

“Funny, I didn’t realize there was anything happening between the two of you to mind.” Harry waited yet no response came. “You’ve been acting dodgy lately, more than normal in any case and it’s usually while Hermione’s around. I really don’t care about your reasons, though I can guess. Just leave her alone.”

“And if I don’t then what?” Draco stopped, looking rather peeved and scornful. “Since you’re so very bothered by it, perhaps I won’t leave her alone at all. I usually refrain from going out of my way where that Mudblood is concerned. I suppose I simply required the right motivation.”

A hollow threat, no doubt, but a good excuse if he got caught near her.

Harry’s attempt to retort vanished as they approached the classroom Colin mentioned while they were ascending the stairs, Draco gone from his side instantly. Exasperation flared, lodged in his throat. He’d have to give Hermione the heads-up once this whole ordeal ended.

#dramione #hermione granger #draco malfoy #harry potter #the goblet of fire #finished another chapter yay #now on to the next #nice comments are always appreciated #sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes

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loki-is-my-kink-awakening · 1 year

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Dialogue Tag

Prompt: share a section of dialogue that we like from our own work! It can be funny, sad, ridiculous, mysterious, plot-centric or just characters shooting the breeze…anything! And it can be from a WIP or a posted fic! It can be short or long! Let’s celebrate our beloveds having a chat.

Thanks for the tag, @cha-melodius. Doing this made me realise I don’t always have that much back and forth dialogue in a lot of my fics, which was interesting. I think I am getting better with dialogue, so these two are recent works.

From Keeping Hope Alive, Mobius and Ravonna talking like besties.

“Stop it,” she hissed.

He raised his eyebrows, pretending to be surprised. “So, there is something?”

“It’s part of the job.”

“Uh huh.”

“You are ridiculous.”

Mobius smiled. He knew exactly what she’d done. Despite all her carefulness, Mobius knew Ravonna too well to not pick up on all the missing details.

“When did it happen?”

Ravonna scowled. “I’m not having this conversation.”

“Fine,” Mobius chuckled. “I’ll tell you about Loki instead.”

A growl escaped Ravonna. “If it’s anything like before, I don’t want to hear about it.”

“You sure?” Mobius teased. “Not even to stop me asking about Kang?”

From a WIP Stizzy/Steddyhands fic for the OFMD Reverse Big Bang, created with @unlovedhands. I love Buttons and I couldn't help but have Izzy and him talking, first mate to first mate.

“Hmmm.”

“What?” Izzy asks.

“Karl just said there’s another ship chasing us. It’s quite far behind, though. We should be able to board this ship, rob it and then store everything away before we have to face whoever it is.”

Izzy frowns. He looks at the bird, who seems to eye him back.

“He said all that in just a few squawks?”

“The language of birds is much more refined than ours. It’s a wonder we can say anything at all with how many words we need to use.”

Tagging: @insert-witty-user-name-here @xianvar @echo-bleu @rauchendesgnu @dapperwerewolf @highwarlockofphilly @mojowitchcraft @jesskier @kingeomer @kickassfu if you wanna do it.

#writer tag game #dialogue snippet #mobius #ravonna renslayer #izzy hands #mr buttons #and none of these are ships either #maybe i prefer writing dialogue for the friends/almost friends dynamic #my wips

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cordiallyfuturedwight · 5 months

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i figured i would respond personally because once again, you caught me completely off guard with that ask. you have a knack for that huh lol

i digress, i think the first thing i felt was genuine surprise because you are not only beloved by me but so many others on this site. i see it every day on the dash and it doesn't shock me because you're one of the most loving, funny, talented, supportive, kind, thoughtful & compassionate people i've had the pleasure of knowing in recent times. you've taken the time to write such a beautiful & heartfelt message for anyone else, but you thought of me first. i can't tell you how much that means to me, i'm literally sitting here and crying as i type this out because i'm very emotional and extremely grateful. it's been a long time since i felt part of a community anywhere, especially since i started to feel differently about the boys and i wasn't sure if there was a place for that. then i rejoined tumblr, which i wasn't too keen on doing at first but i thought why not, and i'm glad i did because i met you. you've cemented a space in my life and in my heart, and i don't say that lightly because it's difficult for me to let people in.

i've a lot to thank you for: noticing that i reblog everything in coordinated colour schemes because i need cohesion, thinking to tag me in things no matter how busy you get (and you're even doing this now while on vacation, i don't deserve you), making me smile with all your comments, witty tags & random asks, indulging me in calling you when i know you don't do it often & think you're too quiet but you're not, i simply talk too much lol (i'm glad that worked out, you're stuck with me forever in that sense) but most importantly? the gift of who you are and your friendship, it's more than i could've asked for in the year that we've come to know each other

i appreciate the well wishes, i know i'll adjust and adapt; if only time would be gracious and make that happen sooner rather than later sigh. i've never been one for the holidays, it always reminds me of a sad time because of the passing of a loved one and this year i had other reasons to be sad about it, but being showered with all of the love you and others have to give has brought me a modicum of joy and i'll take it. i hope your holidays are wonderful & you enjoy your time off, i look forward to hearing from you soon as i always do. all my love and take care 💗

now you’re going to make me cry!!! and i didn’t expect to get such a heartfelt message in response but i should have known just from knowing you 🤍🤍

i’m going to treasure these words you’ve said about me because sometimes i just feel inadequate and lonely but i feel such a community here it’s kind of intoxicating but it’s so wonderful to know that kind souls like you are out there and that spaces like this exist where we can all meet over what starts as just common interests but sometimes blossoms into something even more meaningful than that like genuine friendship and I’m so grateful for that here, with you, and with many of you that i’ve met here 🤍🫶

i hope you can feel all our love in the dark times but also in all the light times and just all the time 🤍🤍🤍🤍✨

#asks #steph <3 #to keep #forever #💕💕💕💕💕💕

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Does anyone have recommendation for Hollow Knight fic(s) that's heartwarming/just a little happier? It doesn't need to be very fluffy, just.... a little happier. Fics featuring Little Ghost, Pure Vessel, Quirrel, or the Nailmasters are preferable, but I don't mind other characters too - hard not to get attached with the characters in this game, really

Thank you in advance!

AND WHILE WE'RE AT IT, here are some fic recs of my own:

One-shot:

Forgiving What is Faultless (by bluebellbygones) - My absolute favorite. I cried. THK recovering with Hornet looking after them, while the both of them are also mourning for Ghost. THK meets PK, or what remains of him, and they get some kind of closure, and did I say I cried?

To know, if nothing else (by Machine_Finch) - PK finding out that THK is not pure before the sealing. The ending has a twist, and the atmosphere is excellent.

On the subject of idols (by Aspidiske) - Lurien, Ogrim. It’s a fancomic, not a fanfic, but such thoughtful look into the nature of the two characters’ loyalty. The author also has a tumblr by the name @/asp1diske-art and they upload their HK comics here. Their HK comics capture the melancholy of the game really well – and punch the readers’ guts really well too.

Hope Floats (by SwoodMaxProductions) - Quirrel & Ghost fluff. Ghost being a floaty and saved Quirrel. Fluffy and made of feels.

Missing Person (by FollowerofMercy) - Quirrel & Ghost. Ghost being a creepy but adorable kid who employs the help of the Mantis Lords to find their friend. Adorable, but mostly hilarious.

Confessions whispered in the dead of night (by ruthlesslistener) - Lurien/PK. Drunk Lurien, protective territorial PK. This makes me soft.

To be another (by snowmints) - The siblings. Quoted from the tags: “Featured: THK learning to enjoy things; also featured: Ghost’s persistently affectionate nature.”

Notches by the Door (by Payasita) - Post-ending, where both Ghost and THK live and they stay at Dirtmouth with Hornet. Grimmchild is there too and becomes the fourth sibling. This fic feels very bittersweet somehow, and there’s an undertone of loneliness (or sadness) even though the story is happy.

“i’d live for you” and that’s hard to do (by YunaTuna) - Quirrel & Ghost, Quirrel & THK. What goes on in Quirrel’s head in the fight with Uumuu and at the Blue Lake, and what happens after. This fic made me scream for various reasons throughout the whole reading. It is a roller coaster of emotion and it hurt and heal me simultaneously.

Talk (by Syntax) - A short, cute oneshot taking place post-game. Ghost asks THK things, including why a certain beetle wouldn’t talk to them anymore. The sibling dynamic is wonderful, excellently shown by my favorite part:

“The larger vessel brought a claw to their cracked mask, massaging the spot above their eyes as if they had come to a painful conclusion. Ghost watched them, enraptured. So wise, their sibling. They wondered what the Hollow Knight might say.

White-Saviour, the Hollow Knight said eventually. They sounded more tired than usual.”

Multi-chaptered:

Mellow in Softness (by UnregisteredCookie) - On-going. PK woke up in the ancient basin, climbed his way up, met and got roasted by Herrah, then met and got affection from Ghost.

A Lost Light (by elil) - Complete. PK got captured by a God Tamer, and the series of (mostly unfortunate) events that took him back to Hallownest. The other fics in the series are also delightful.

Tales from the White Palace (by Sitasita) - On-going. Oneshots from Sitasita’s Will Terribly universe. Excellent writing, wonderful world building and characterization, and saying the stories are entertaining is an understatement.

The light without whom I cannot see (by Eloidyrm) - Complete. PK/White Lady. A fic about their first meeting up till their marriage. Very sweet, and White Lady is a real delight: wise and witty and never passed up the chance to tease PK.

Sins of the Father (by Nike (weirdpianist), Nike was never the nice one (weirdpianist), ReverseInverse) - Complete. Shade Lord Ghost took PK back in time with them, and he gets the chance to be a better father. Featuring baby vessels and Ghost being a child in an eldritch god body.

Changing Perspective (by Brackets_002) - The Pale King got attached to his children and threw the Vessel plan out the window. It’s multi-chaptered and still on-going, but there’s so much fluff in the available chapters and it’s so, so sweet how the babies respond to their parents and vice versa. Also, if you’re not sold yet, I hope Ghost being called “the bean” would do the trick.

Broken Open Revealing Hollowness and Vibrance (by JaxxCapta) - Complete. Hornet taking care of THK after the fight with Radiance while dealing with grief and trying to be everywhere and taking care of two kingdoms at once. I haven’t finished reading this, but the writing is really good and the worldbuilding(?) feels solid, and I hurt for Hornet. Baby girl needs rest, probably for the next ten years.

I am learning again to live with scars (hoping this time you’ll walk it with me) (by resha04 aka me, lol) - Canon-divergence brought about by time travel, where the Pale King stopped the Vessel Project halfway through and raised the vessels as his children. All is relatively well, as well as it can be with the infection spreading, but the formerly Pure Vessel struggled with living as a child - a person - would.

#hollow knight fics #hollow knight fic rec #i know this game makes it kinda hard to write happy fics #but one cannot choose their needs #im writing one but i need food while its being written

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kelyon · 6 months

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Twenty Questions for Fic Writers

Tagged by @abovethemists. Thank you!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

787,481

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Just Once Upon a Time

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Golden Cuffs

Golden Rings

Dark Mistress

Nephila

Hot Cocoa and Stolen Kisses

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

Always, even if it's just to say "Thank You!" I regard responding to comments as a way to remind people that there is a person behind the fics, that I read the comments, and that they really do brighten my day.

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

My motto is "angst with a happy ending," so most of the sadness comes before the final resolution. Technically speaking, I guess Golden Cuffs has the saddest ending, since Belle and Rumple know that all the happiness they've worked for in the Enchanted Forest will be taken away from them once Regina casts the curse.

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

I'm gonna say Dark Mistress. That's the one where the happy ending strains credulity the most, in my opinion. You just kinda have to go along with the fact that all of Rumple's social stigma is gone and they never have any problems on the farm and both of the new marriages go well and none of them ever get sick or hurt in what I've taken a long time to establish as a pretty bleak world. Nope! Once they get married and become a family, no one ever has problems again.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

The reaction to a plot twist in Golden Cuffs haunts me to this day. Though I would never call that hate. They didn't hate the story, they hated me for doing bad things to characters they loved. I get it. For me, it was a valuable lesson on the distinction between kinkfic and darkfic and how swapping genres in the middle of a work can upset people.

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

Tee hee. Yeah, I'm all about smut, particularly kink. As a real-life BDSM enthusiast, I take it as my responsibility to convey these experiences as accurately as possible, both physically and emotionally.

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

I have one crossover to my name, and it is very crazy. Storybrooke Marblelympics is the one where I re-imagine the people of Storybrooke as athletes in a version of Jelle's Marble Runs. @wayamy27narf made some great art of everybody as marbles.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

No.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No? No one's told me about it, at least.

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

The aforementioned Storybrooke Marblelympics was a co-creation with my wife. We also have an idea for a fic we want to write together someday.

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

Rumbelle!

15. What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

I mean, I'm gonna finish Nephila someday. I just have no idea how.

16. What are your writing strengths?

People tell me I get the characters right, which is really important in fanfic.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Descriptions and exposition. At least, this is where I most often wonder what the heck I'm doing, if I'm telling too much or not enough. I don't know how to introduce the audience to something that is so normal for the characters that it would be weird if they spent time thinking about it. (Like, if I'm sitting in my living room, I'm not looking at it like I've never seen it before.)

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

In my perfect version of On the House, Belle's dialogue with Gaston would be in flawless, period-accurate French, with witty wordplay and innuendo. Alas, it has been a very long time since my last French class.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Digimon, though Teen Titans (the old/good one) was my gateway into real internet fandom.

20. Favorite fic you've written?

I feel like Golden Cuffs is the most complete. Like, it tells the story it wants to tell and doesn't get hung up on other things. But I also love Golden Rings for trying to fit in the Season One canon. It's hard for me to judge WIPs because I don't know how they'll turn out, but I really do love thinking about On The House.

Tagging @deliriumsdelight7, @comradegiddybiscuit, @eirian-houpe, and anyone else who wants to do it.

#this was fun!

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shmorp-mcdurgen · 1 year

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[a fic in which adam gets his ass BEAT by an 11 year old (also cw for blood and animal death)]

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Ari was brave to a fault.

She was out with her friends, hours after her parents thought she went to bed. They had stolen candy from where Lucia’s parents had hidden—it wasn’t very well hidden, even though they’ve had it stolen before they always hid it in the same place—and they all quietly snuck out to their fort in the woods.

It was incredibly stupid of them to do that, Ari realizes, as she’s being chased by some kind of noodle-armed alternate that seemed very keen on snapping her neck.

“HEEHEE GAMES ARE FUN! WHY DON’T WE PLAY TAG, HUH? I’M IT.” it screamed the thinly veiled threat out loud enough that the normal, natural noises of the woods were silenced.

“SCREW YOU!!” She would have made a witty comeback, but she was too out of breath to come up with anything. It was like trying to outrun a car.

So the night started out normal, right? She went out to the woods with everyone, she brought her flashlight and her candy and her blanket and her stuffy, simon (don’t tell any of the others he’s the favorite, they’ll be sad).

They talked about the usual things elementary kids did in mandela county, when can we watch TV again, where did my dog go, why are the teachers making us take so many tests we already had five and that’s too much, the list goes on.

SNAP.

“..What was that,”

“I don’t know, it was probably like…a raccoon or something,”

“I’ll go check it out,”

“Nono, Ari you really don’t have to-“

“Mia. I’ll be fine! It probably is just a raccoon, and if it is, i get to beat the crap out of it,”

“I- ok, go fight a raccoon. If you’re not back in 10 minutes we’ll go in there with the shotgun,”

“fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK-”

Ari’s mom told her she couldn’t use those words until she was older, but she didn’t care right now. Her mom has clearly never been chased by a noodle monster before.

She didn’t even push the branches out of the way anymore, sure it stung but-

“ghhk,”

She choked as she was slowly lifted off the ground by her hoodie, the zipper digging into her neck.

She never got the chance to really look at it as she was running through the forest, it’s sweatshirt—which has the letters BPS printed onto it (they’ll probably be imprinted in her head forever as well)—was covered in dirt from running through the forest, its eyes were almost completely black, and its smile was wide—too wide.

“TAG.” It screeched, as it brought its other hand up to her neck.

NONONONO I JUST WANTED TO FIGHT A RACOON THIS WILL NOT BE HOW I DIE-

She somehow managed to pry the hand off her neck, and climb up it, as she did its smile grew wider.

It tried to pull her off its shoulders, but that attempt failed when she stabbed it in the eye. Hard.

It let out a horrible screech as it dropped her back to the ground, covering its face with its hands as its smile turned into a sort-of grimace. It was mad.

It ran at her again with its right eye dripping dark red blood, no taunts this time. It just wanted her dead.

When its face got close enough she stabbed it in the other eye, completely blinding it. The screech was even worse this time, she wouldn’t be surprised if her friends actually heard it this time.

Whatever it was realized it had clearly lost, and it sprinted back into the woods, bumping into the trees.

Ari stood there for a minute, trying to catch her breath.

Her friends came rushing in by her, worried looks on their faces, which turned into relief when they saw she was still alive.

“It uh…it wasn’t a raccoon,”

“CLEARLY. WE THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD!” Mia shouted at her.

“Shh shh keep it down..we don’t know if whatever “it” was will come back,” Lucia put her hand over Mia’s mouth. Much to her dismay.

“Trust me guys. It’s not gonna come back. At least not tonight,”

They all stood in silence for a moment, Mia still carrying the shotgun (how did they get a shotgun they are eleven. anyway) Lucia still with her hand over Mia’s mouth, and Ari still carrying the bloodied knife.

“…we’re gonna find a new place for our fort. And we’re gonna take you to the hospital because that is a dislocated shoulder if I’ve ever seen one,” Lucia said, taking her hand off of Mia’s mouth.

As Ari’s adrenaline left her body, she felt a stinging pain in her shoulder.

“Yeah…we’re gonna be in so much trouble.”

“OH CRAP. I FORGOT ABOUT OUR PARENTS,” Lucia brought her hands to her head.

“Nono guys, it's fine. I can take the fall and go to to the hospital, you go home,”

“…really? You’d do that for us?”

“Absolutely.”

After Ari got treated for her wounds, which there were surprisingly little of, she was taken to the police station so she could reunite with her parents. She was lectured. Heavily. But she wasn’t really listening, rewinding the events of that night in her mind.

BPS.

What did the letters on that thing’s jacket mean? It looked like a failed copy of someone, so those letters clearly meant something.

She was going to try her best to find out. Right after her parents unground her.

Yooooo /pos

Adam gets his ass kicked by a kid, real-

#asks are neat #super cool fan stuff #alt Adam #you know what? about damn time #put his ass in the McAllister home see what happens #though I think this is cool. kids fighting back against the ‘boogeyman’

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queen-of-meows · 1 year

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Dialogue Tag Game

Thanks for the tag @insert-witty-user-name-here !

This is from chapter 3 of a Dream of a Thousand Lokis.

Mobius nodded.

"There are so many realities, and most of them have a concept of Asgard and Jotunheim. It's no surprise there is such a large variety of Lokis."

"It's funny" Bard Loki mused "I could have been anything, but I'm me. Not that I'm complaining, I like being me."

"You seem to know a lot of stories."

Bard Loki beamed as if she had recieved the most precious compliment.

"Well, thank you. I'm trying to write the most complete history of the Void. I've asked questions to a lot of poeple, and I've explored many more places."

"So you are some sort of an archivist too ?"

The girl shook her head.

"No, I'm a bard. My job is to gather stories and tell them around. I am not interested in keeping them captive on a dusty shelf."

"It's a very nice project" Mobius commented.

Bard Loki puffed her cheeks to show her frustration.

"It's not just 'nice'" she explained "it's very important. Stories dies when they're not told anymore, and so do poeple. When I think of all the poeple who died here, their names and faces forgotten, it makes me so sad. If we don't keep memories alive, we will die the same, even if we keep living."

"Those are very wise words for such a young girl."

Bard Loki stuck her tongue.

"I'm not young. And I'm not even a girl."

Mobius held his hands up.

"My apologies."

"Apologies accepted" she said playfully.

Open tag ! (sorry, I don’t really know who to tag ^^)

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i-dont-talk-for-days-on-end · 1 year

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I posted 668 times in 2022

That's 668 more posts than 2021!

78 posts created (12%)

590 posts reblogged (88%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@helloliriels

@cottagecoresherlock

@rhasima

@ohlooktheresabee

@ogsherlockholmes

I tagged 652 of my posts in 2022

Only 2% of my posts had no tags

#sherlock holmes - 493 posts

#john watson - 327 posts

#sherlock bbc - 299 posts

#fanart - 185 posts

#queue the very best of times - 137 posts

#acd canon - 127 posts

#bbc sherlock - 85 posts

#johnlock - 60 posts

#granada holmes - 57 posts

#221b baker street - 27 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#at least thats my impression but i havent studied history and maybe thats why i feel a bit helpless attempting to approach it theoretically

My Top Posts in 2022:

I think it's absolutely hilarious that ACD canon Dr. Watson makes a list of Sherlock Holmes' skills and weaknesses during their first week of living together. It's right after finding out that Holmes knows nothing about the solar system, and Watson is compiling the list to figure out what exactly is his flatmate's profession (but he fails and throws the list "into the fire in despair") - and, if you ask me, also because he's just so intrigued. (I mean, what kind of person makes a list about their flatmate's skill set? I lived with a lot of people at university, but I never made such a list. Don't tell me I'm the weird one here!)

So, the first hilarious thing is that Watson captions the list

✨️Sherlock Holmes - his limits✨️

He doesn't write "Sherlock Holmes - his skills" or something similar, because Holmes has doubtlessly already displayed such a weird and astonishing variety of knowledge (and bragged about it) that it feels much more satisfying to Watson to write about his limits. Watson even confesses: "I couldn't help smiling at the document when I had completed it." Just saying.

Also notice how he starts the list with the things Holmes knows nothing about.

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Okay, so, let’s pretend for a second the creators of the show are right and neither John nor Sherlock have any romantic feelings for each other. What do you make out of this, then?

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322 notes - Posted April 25, 2022

First five episodes of Sherlock: Look at me, I'm a witty show about a detective solving cases together with his best friend (???), full of funny little moments and a great aesthetic

Everything after that: Haha gotcha, no, I meant it when I said it, I will burn the heart out of you, oh, and also break every bone in your body while naming it, and I hope you drown slowly because CONGRATULATIONS, everything that will happen from now on will fill you with an aching sadness

363 notes - Posted March 5, 2022

I just realised that when Mycroft kidnapped John and offered him money to spy on Sherlock, he probably didn't actually want him to say yes. It was a test. He wanted to see if John was trustworthy or if his loyalty could be bought (this might also be the reason why he introduced himself as "an enemy" of Sherlock!) and would therefore pose a threat to his brother. Probably if John had said yes, Mycroft had taken all the necessary steps to prevent him from getting too close to Sherlock. (Maybe he has even done something similar before???)

425 notes - Posted August 30, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Sherlock searching the whole flat for cigarettes like a madman is so funny because he could easily leave the flat and buy new ones, but no, he wants John to witness just how extra Sherlock is and how desperate he is and oh oh! oh! jail for John! jail for John for One Thousand Years!!!!

601 notes - Posted May 28, 2022

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lgwilt · 2 years

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Unconventional writer ask game: answers

It took me a while to get around to this, but here we go! Thanks @knuckleslove for the fun questions and @dewdropreader for the tag!

How long have you been writing fanfiction?

I’ve been writing fic on-and-off for quite a while now (since 2016-ish!), but I only started posting earlier this year.

Do you have a favorite word? (One that you love. Doesn’t necessarily have to be one you use all the time.)

Mellifluous (although I can’t say I’ve used it in a fic yet)

Share a favorite run-on sentence that you’ve written?

I’d never really thought about it before, but I actually don’t think I have any examples of run-on sentences! Not even when writing about characters spiralling into panic or on the verge of a breakdown - which is a bit surprising, since my internal monologue is essentially one giant over-excited and/or meandering run-on sentence.

I do write plenty of LONG sentences though (complete with flagrant overuse of parentheses).

Share a bit of a scene that you’ve written that still gives you FEELS.

Sad feels from On a Wing and a Prayer (there’s lots of comfort in this fic, but this scene was the first one that sprang to mind):

Loki’s voice was hard and unforgiving, but it was beautiful, just as rich and musical Mobius remembered. If he just agreed to talk, maybe the nightmare projection would turn back into his Loki, use that silver tongue to murmur soothing lies until he finally drifted into an unbroken sleep… Maybe the illusion of comfort would be better after all.

What is your favorite kind of character interaction to write?

*deep breath* where to start?

Interactions between characters who who mask/repress their emotions (often in very different ways). Stoic and self-controlled characters showing cracks of vulnerability or dramatically breaking down after being pushed to their emotional limits is my all-time favourite fictional trope!

See also: mutual unspoken longing. I love writing dialogue where what’s left unsaid carries more emotional weight than the words themselves.

Drawing out parallels and shared experiences between characters who (at first glance) seem completely different from one another, or between characters on opposing sides (I love a compelling Best Enemies dynamic). I never get tired of exploring the moral ambiguity of “good” characters, or the potential for characters cast as villains to deviate from their assigned roles.

Self-doubt + reassurance ❤️

Friendship, devotion, loyalty

Do you have a hyper-specific genre?

Hmm I’m not sure about a hyper-specific genre, but I’ve yet to write a fic that doesn’t include hurt/comfort - or hurt + moments of mutual understanding and emotional connection, at the very least!

Any personal or frequently used tags?

The classics. Angst, hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending.

Share a joke or funny moment that you’ve written that still makes you laugh.

I’m not sure I’d call these jokes as such, but here’s some dialogue I had fun writing:

From On a Wing and a Prayer (Lokius):

“It was heroic,” Loki insisted heatedly. “Mobius, they were torturing you. And your body is weak and mortal.” He gestured at Mobius to make his point. Mobius chuckled fondly. “For a minute there I thought you were gonna compliment me.”

From The Man Who Wasn’t There (nostalgic Life on Mars/Doctor Who crossover):

“I’m sorry,” Sam interjected incredulously, cutting off the stranger mid-ramble. “Did you just say… my wife?” “I know. That was my reaction too,” the stranger confessed, as though he and Sam were on precisely the same wavelength. “Never thought of you as the marrying kind.”

Best editing tip?

I second @insert-witty-user-name-here and @dewdropreader's pro tips about coming to your own work as a reader. Anything that helps trick your brain into seeing what you’ve written like you’re reading it for the first time, e.g. taking a break for a few days, changing the font, reading on a different device, reading quickly to get a sense of how the narrative flows as a whole (not being able to see the wood for the trees is definitely a thing, at least for me!)

What drives you to write?

I’ve always loved writing, and I’ve always wanted to try my hand at writing fiction. For fanfiction specifically, I write because I’m continually falling heed-over-heels in love with fictional characters and worlds and I need an outlet for all those “what if?” scenarios that won’t stop crowding into my head!

Share something about your writing that you have wished someone would ask you about.

“Is that semi-colon really necessary?”

Where do you draw inspiration?

All over the place! One consistent source of inspiration is that I almost always have favourite quotes to hand that help set the mood of a fic or resonate with the themes. Sometimes these quotes make it into the story itself, if I can figure out how to weave them in organically, e.g. my Gallifrey fic Silver Lining.

What is your immediate reaction when you receive a new comment on a fic?

Pure, unadulterated JOY! Smiling, dancing, throwing confetti!!! I’m always so touched when people take the time to leave comments, and I’ll never not be ridiculously excited to see a new comment pop up in my inbox.

What is your biggest challenge in writing?

My inner critic looking over my shoulder while I write

Falling into the trap of obsessing over sentence structure/individual paragraphs at the expense of the story as a whole (I’m trying really hard to train myself out of this – I’d love to be able to write FASTER and in a more relaxed, “stream of consciousness” way, at least for the first draft)

What story or scene are you most proud of?

I’m proud of completing my Lokius story On a Wing and a Prayer, the first fic I’ve posted chapter-by-chapter. While it isn’t all that long in terms of the overall word count, the real breakthrough for me was that I started posting before I’d completed the later chapters, which meant I didn’t have my usual “safety net” of obsessively editing the story as a whole before sharing it. My draft for Chapter 6 comprised “they escape - something bad happens”, so I was excited that I managed to work out the nature of the “something bad” and write that chapter from scratch over a fairly busy fortnight (which for me counts as record time!!)

1-2 sentence preview from your current WIP?? (Only if you are willing.)

Saving this one for last. I’m cheating a bit with my answer as I’ve currently got three “active” WIPs on the go. My focus right now is my Lokius fic Variation On a Theme, but I definitely plan on finishing the others (eventually)!

From Variation on a Theme, Chapter 3 – in which Director Mobius meets President Loki:

Loki smiled, sharp and sudden, white teeth gleaming. It was the same smile Mobius had seen in the reels from the Sacred Timeline (mischievous, beguiling, utterly irresistible), and yet it wasn’t the same. The spark of joy dancing in those mesmerising eyes had vanished, replaced by something steely and dangerous. Loki’s expression was cold, his smile slightly unhinged. Not for the first time, Mobius wondered how much of this “teetering on the edge of sanity” façade was a construct, a calculated intimidation tactic, and how much was genuine. Right now, he wasn’t sure whether he wanted to find out.

From The Man Who Wasn’t There, Chapter 3:

“Are you trying to tell me,” said Gene slowly, with an exaggerated patience that Sam knew from experience didn’t herald anything good, “that my DI is a Martian?”

And lastly… the conclusion to my little series of Good Omens fics (just two very short fics so far, but the next instalment will be longer). Title = A Twitch Upon the Thread:

“No, angel. Nothing like that.” Crowley sat up, tried to smile. “The fire and brimstone stuff is mostly for show. The worst thing about hell is that it’s got no style.” “Tell me truthfully, Crowley. Is that really the worst thing?” Crowley’s expression changed suddenly, like a mask had fallen away. “Not even close, angel.”

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AO3 profile: lydiagwilt

Also tagging @insert-witty-user-name-here @cha-melodius @blackbirdofasgard @mirilyawrites

#unconventional writer ask #fanfiction #tag game #lokius #best enemies #thoschei #life on mars #big finish gallifrey #good omens #ineffable husbands

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Alike In Sorrow pt. 2

Here's the next section of this! This one's a bit chonky but yanno. We're doing our best.

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Words: 1646

Rating: T for alcohol and swearing

Additional Tags: some Isabela lovin' in here, also Varric being the world's best bestie, more questionable coping mechanisms though this time there's less murder, Kiera be nice to Cole or I will turn this Inquisition around, brief cameo from my Trevelyan tho he's got his own problems

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"Liquor and laughing, sea salt spray and spices. She dances through the dark, daggers darting, dangerous and daring. Glint of teeth when she grins, leather boots and spilled ale, gold gleaming and her voice soft in the early morning. She misses you."

Kiera scowls at the kid. This time, he's materialized sitting on the other end of the table, feet on the bench. She's had about four drinks too many and was getting close to comfortably wasted, listening to the Chargers' raucous laughter and slowly relaxing into her corner chair. The noise and the smells are almost right, just missing the faint fishy tang you can never escape in Lowtown, and the sound of Norah complaining about the customers. Hawke was beginning to feel vaguely at home; any minute now someone would burst through the door with a problem only the Champion can solve.

Trust Varric's little mind reader to show up and ruin a decent drinking session. She's really going to have to have words with him about the kind of people he decides to adopt. First it was her—probably the best thing to ever happen to him—and his judgment has gone downhill from there. Merrill was kind of a mutual mistake, but Cole is a different issue entirely.

"Do you ever ask before you go rooting around in people's heads, or is that too much effort?" She asks, finishing her drink because if she's going to have a conversation with the spirit kid, she'd like to be drunker than this.

"I can only hear people who need me," he explains. She's not sure how she knows, because the hat still obscures most of his face, but he's watching the drinking with concerned disapproval. It's uncomfortably similar to how Varric used to watch her, in the months after the fight with the Arishok and Isabella's disappearance.

Hawke quirks a sardonic eyebrow at him, not feeling quite up to her usual witty repartee. "And I need you?"

"You're... sad. Hurt and hurting. Waiting, weighed down with wars you didn't win, too heavy to fly. People who need protecting. A hall with a hundred doors, each one locked by loss. A tower deep in the ground with barriers built by blood. Father's voice in the shadows. Some doors should stay shut. You think you let the darkness out, but it isn't your fault. None of it was your fault."

Kiera looks at him for a long moment, trying to summon up the energy to get mad. Her analogy about the closed doors in her heart isn't one she's ever spoken out loud, not even to Varric, and they haven't told anyone the details of her father's work with the Gray Wardens to bind Corryphyus. If she had any doubts that the kid was reading minds, they're gone now. She wants to be pissed that he's sticking his nose in her head and looking for the really painful stuff she locked away, but her own Maker-damned sense of fairness intrudes. He's only trying to help. And hell, maybe she needed to hear some of this shit. She sighs.

"So Isabela misses me, huh?"

"A swagger in her step like the swell of the sea, eyes distant as the horizon and just as beautiful, freedom feels like my ship under my soles and her sword-rough hand in my hand, Maker bring her back to me." His voice is rhythmic, like he's reciting something he memorized, but Hawke recognizes her lover's sentiments all the same. Isabela rarely says such things aloud, of course. The two of them don't need romantic words to understand how much they mean to each other. She knows Isabela worries when they're apart, because Hawke's conscience drives her into danger wherever she goes, but worrying has never been a good enough reason for either of them to change how they act. Still, she appreciates hearing it.

"I miss her too," Kiera hears herself mumble into her drink, which has been refilled by a passing barmaid. She didn't mean to say it. Something about this kid inspires her to uncharacteristic honesty. Better figure out how to quit that before someone notices.

"I know."

"She's not even here," Hawke rallies, sitting up straighter to squint curiously at Cole. "How can you read her mind from all the way in Llomeryn?"

He shrugs, a gesture which looks a little too stiff to be natural for him. "Her hurt touches yours."

"Huh."

Before she can come up with something else to ask—anything so they don't have to talk about Corryphyus and all the people she made it possible for him to hurt—a commotion at the door draws both of their attention. Inquisitor Trevelyan, Varric, and Warden Blackwall come trooping in looking like they've been dragged ass-first through Darktown, which means they were probably out looking for Maker-knows-what in that awful swamp to the southeast. She has a distant memory of listening to Varric gripe about the trip before leaving, and the vague impression that his lengthy absence might have something to do with her decision to get absolutely wasted. Regardless of her motivations, he's here now, so Hawke lifts a hand to wave him over, favoring the Inquisitor with a halfhearted salute.

Trevelyan returns it, bemused, then follows Blackwall to the bar. Varric changes course to join Hawke and Cole. Except now there's no Cole, and it's just Hawke sitting by herself at her corner table, looking drunk and a little pathetic. Varric coasts to a stop as soon as he gets close enough to be heard, staying well out of range of any potential retribution for his obligatory quip about the number of empty mugs she hasn't let the waitresses take away. (You learn to hang onto them, in the Hanged Man, if only as a way to keep track of how many you've had. Corrf likes to charge you for at least three extras if you don't count them yourself. Hawke usually lets him—it's not like she doesn't have the coin—but it's a hard habit to break.)

"We've got to talk about the company you keep, Varric," she beats him to the punch. Her words come out a little blurry, but she's sure he gets the gist.

"Oh, this I've gotta hear." Varric's worried expression slides easily into a practiced grin as he pulls up a chair. "You getting on my case for hanging out with crazies. Somebody alert the Empress."

She sticks out her tongue at him, with great dignity. "Your little..." Hawke waves a hand vaguely attic-ward, too drunk to come up with anything more polite than 'shit' and pretty certain that she'd get in trouble for saying it. "He keeps fuckin' around in my head."

An eyebrow goes up. "And you remember it? The kid slips through most people's memory like water."

"Prolonged exposure to Merrill and Anders," she suggests by way of explanation, though most of the syllables get lost on the way from her brain to her mouth.

Varric is, by now, an expert at translating her drunken slurring into coherent speech. "That might make sense if you squint. Good enough for me, but don't let Sparkler hear it. He'll haul you off for tests." He starts consolidating the empty cups into rows to make them easier to collect. "Maybe you can help me talk to Cole sometime. I can't keep most of our conversations straight unless he's trying real hard to be present."

"Nah, that's part of the problem," she squints over the rim of her most recent mug as she takes another hearty swig. "Can't really keep hold of what he said, just know I'm mad about it."

"Yeah, that sounds like you," Varric agrees in a tone somewhere between resigned and exasperated. "You know, Hawke, he's a spirit of compassion. He helps people work out whatever's eating them, and you've got more baggage than most people. A lot more."

"What, are you trying to imply I'm not a well-adjusted member of society?" Hawke grins, settling her chin on her arms to be closer to eye level with her best friend. It's harder to see him through the mugs from this angle, but her neck doesn't ache as much.

"No, no. I'd never spread such obvious slander," Varric assures her. "Just saying, maybe let the kid help. If he messes up too badly, you won't remember it anyways."

This seems like a sensible approach, so she nods without sitting up again. Hawke is awfully comfortable all of a sudden—since she stopped wearing her breastplate to the tavern it's much easier to slouch against the table without the gorget getting in the way. Her eyes slide shut. She's tired and drunk and warm, and she's just going to close them for a minute. Besides, Varric is here now and she can relax for the first time in days. Varric won't let anything happen while she rests. He'll wake her up if anything comes to burn down their city. It's safe.

She wakes up in her room, bleary and momentarily panicked, sitting bolt upright before the familiar smell of ink, leather, and Bianca's distinctive rail lubricant sinks in. Varric has his back to her—though Hawke doesn't for a moment make the mistake of thinking he doesn't know she's awake—and is humming softly to himself as he lovingly works oil into the wheels and wires of his crossbow. The windows are closed, the door is bolted, there's a fire in the grate, her boots are by the door, her armor is on its stand, and Hawke is tucked into her bed. The muscles in her shoulders relax. She lies back down, feeling the tension go out of her neck and forehead, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly a few times to force herself to calm down. Bethany taught her that, when they were very young. She's not alone.

It is safe.

#dragon age #dai #da2 #my writing #Kiera Hawke #f!hawke #f!warrior hawke #sad bastard warrior hawke #hawke x isabela #some Isabela lovin' in here #also Varric being the world's best bestie #more questionable coping mechanisms though this time there's less murder #Kiera be nice to Cole or I will turn this Inquisition around #brief cameo from my Trevelyan tho he's got his own problems

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