#u ever see something that compels u in that moment of time to go and draw right then and there???

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#pizza tower #peppino spaghetti #peppino #arts #mine #aint got nothin to say dfkjfjsdhf #u ever see something that compels u in that moment of time to go and draw right then and there??? #that was this

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Heem.... to do... do platonic hc...? If u do (and I'm sorry if your requests are closed), could you write about Jaheira and minthara being Subtlety motherly/material to a Tav who opened up about their crappy relationship with their mother? Like, kind of, being sure they ate something, being sure they go to bed on time (busting into their tent and taking whatever their working on, reading/fixing a weapon or whatnot, like a parent catching their child on their phone at midnight), or like helping them do their hair in the morning and praising them a little more than normal? Please than thank you~

Motherly Jaheira

First of all I love this prompt so thank you anon. Second of all, as much as I love Minthara, I can’t see that woman having a maternal bone in her body. So, I hope it’s alright that I just did Jaheira!

Jaheira could smell the mommy issues coming off of you before you ever even mentioned your mother.

Even she didn’t really know what about you gave it away. Maybe it was in the way you over eagerly tried to please her. Or how your hair was done with all the elegance of someone who never really learned how to braid.

It didn’t matter though, because it only took a matter of days fighting by her side for you to open up to her about your maternal woes one night over wine at Last Light Inn.

You felt so compelled to share your story that you had half a mind to check the wine for Klauthgrass. Aside from a terribly high alcohol content, it was clean.

The night ended with your head in her lap, crying so hard you could hardly get your words out. All while Jaheira listened intently and stroked your hair. Not your best moment, you admit.

After that night though, she is sure to put a little extra attention into you, shooting you an extra look of approval when you did something particularly impressive or taking on the task of teaching you proper hair care.

She does her best not to treat you like a child, yet she sees this little child in you that’s begging to be loved and cared for.

She started calling you cub pretty much as soon as she met you, but now it seemed to slip off her tongue more often than even she intended it to. She also started to subconsciously add complimentary adjectives in front of the nickname. You were “little cub” or “clever cub.”

One night, she noticed you had a particular affinity for tucking an extra bedroll to your chest just so you’d have something to hold on to. The next night you find a small stuffed blue owlbear sitting next to your bedroll.

On nights you can’t sleep, she’ll tell you old Harper tales of days past. Karlach is always all too happy to move her bedroll closer so she can listen in too.

You notice there are patches in your clothes where there used to be holes. Your armor is nicely laid out rather than haphazardly strewn across the dirt.

She knows you are just as capable of taking a hit as anyone else in the party, but she pays careful attention to heal and dress your wounds. She’s much gentler with you than she is with anyone else.

And she insists on checking in on wounds every day. Even when they are minor it is good practice to clean and rebandage regularly.

When it’s just the two of you, she’s sure to be extra affectionate. She knows it embarrasses you a little when you’re around the others, but sometimes you just need to rest your head on her shoulder while she pulls you into a tight hug.

She loves to do your hair for you. She always says her girls were never ones for sitting still, and Jord never let her do anything more brush it and slick it back behind his ears.

She really struggles to be complimentary, but she tries to highlight your finer moments when she can.

And if ever there comes another night with slightly too much wine and a slightly too heavy burden, she will be there with listening ears once again.

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #platonic #bg3 tav #bg3 jaheira #jaheira x reader #jaheira x tav #jaheira

[bleachbleachbleach]

Saw your reblog on tragic unrequited platonic love and technically, that trope definitely applies to the betrayed trio, especially on Hinamori’s end (depends on whether or not you subscribe to the view that she was crushing on Aizen). The way I saw it in my initial viewing of bleach, it was more of the type of intense admiration for an authority figure that can be misconstrued as a crush cuz you (the devotee) lack the ways to properly articulate it. Like how u feel abt the rlly cool English teacher u sometimes eat lunch with before they get arrested for like fraud or something. After experiencing the Horrors, of course Kira and Hinamori are going to imprint hard on the first semblance of stability and symbol of safety at the time. So that what they went thru meant something. Also, let me take this moment to briefly gush abt the headcanon u presented in the B3 fic cinematic universe abt hinamori’s fixating on squad 5 because it offers her the knowledge beyond her town that she’s lowkey seeking + the values she wants to strive towards (source: from afar). These nerds just wanted to be mentored so badddd!! Thus, the reveal of the fact that they were only a means to an end, specifically chosen on where they fall on the “easy to manipulate” scale hits HARDER. All that devotion?? Loss of work life balance and for WHATTT? Extended medical leave ? 😭 oh bleach my fave workplace sitcom AND workplace drama u will always be famous

PS: thank u for tagging me in that post!! In the process of drafting my response. It was so lovely of you.

You're right! That totally works here. It's interesting because (and I'll just focus on Hinamori here, because otherwise I'd feel compelled to honor the distinctions between her and Aizen vs. Kira and Ichimaru and Hisagi and Tousen, and this would probably end up reading very convolutedly) I think it kind of asks a question about when the platonic pining would have happened.

Is the pining part of suddenly realizing the disjuncture between what Hinamori thought something was and what Aizen did, and mourning something lost (and something that never really was)?

Or was there also pining when things were Good? We see Aizen be reassuring to Hinamori and generous with his time, etc. and we see Hinamori happy to receive from him, and quite devoted both to her VCship as well as to Aizen on a person level (or as he put it, "as a man" lol). We know she's well-respected by her division, and esteemed by her colleagues (okay, Kira and Hitsugaya may have some bias in this arena, but they both describe her as highly skilled).

But was she needed? Was she doing, and did she get the opportunity to do, things that Aizen couldn't do better? Did she have opportunities to express things that Aizen found interesting or outside of his expertise? Even as they are not equals--and there is no expectation that they should be--in the most fruitful mentorships, both parties have things to teach and learn.

Did Hinamori ever look at other Captain/VC relationships and yearn for pieces of what those looked like to her? Nanao would probably say "god i hope not" because Kyouraku's "reliance" on her often takes the shape of her having to do all the busywork and also herd cats, but in spite of this there's an intimacy there, an openness or trust, that Hinamori might yearn for. And that's taking Kyouraku--shadowy and full of many surfaces himself--into account. Hitsugaya and Matsumoto also have something that both Hitsugaya and Matsumoto probably complain about to Hinamori, but there's a degree of mutualism and collaboration to whatever's going on at the 10th that Hinamori might not mind a taste of, too. Renji has been Byakuya's VC for a month but Hinamori has probably already thought to herself "Kuchiki-taichou let him do WHAT" at least twice. Even though Byakuya is Byakuya, judging by how they handled their "meeting Ichigo in the street" mission, it seems like Byakuya lets Renji have his little projects. Like Renji is part of his investment portfolio and Byakuya feels very comfortable considering Renji a volatile but potentially valuable property and in order to get that ROI you need to stick with him through several honorless tech startup busts and commit long-term to the thing. Er, but I digress. My point is, Renji gets projects. "Develop training menu." Creative opportunity! With a result that has Renji all over it.

Does Hinamori get projects? Does it ever feel like she's pushing the envelope of what the 5th can be and how it can function on her own, without it being something Aizen already predicted the outcome of, or was actually his idea that he let her propose and take nominal ownership of anyway? Despite being completely blindsided by the actuality of Aizen, was there already that sense of inevitability/Aizen all over everything that happens at the 5th? (Competing, of course, with Hinamori's self-concept as a creative person; and her love of Aizen as a person, not just as a boss and mentor; and feeling as though she just needs to excel more and be creative better and she'll eventually meet this need she feels--it's not the environment that's the issue. She's happy here. Mostly. She doesn't need to leave, she simply needs to surpass--)

#hinamori momo #aizen sousuke #bleach headcanons #thank you for reading my fanfic! <3 ToT <3 #and i look forward to your meme responses! #asks #no brain just bleach

[cyberball]

snow on the beach

leo valdez x reader / no pronouns used \ not rq

warnings: two swear words i think

summary: reader and leo finally kiss. that's it

genre: fluff obv

notes: cyberball comeback!!!! everyone clap. also i feel compelled to say I wrote a lot of this listening to yes to heaven by lana. also, lots of midnights by taylor references so reply if u have taste u recognize!!

11:43 / 1149 words

10:00 PM

You ran a hairbrush through your hair again. “Amor, your hair looks amazing,” Leo assures you. “What, are you in love with me or something?” You retort, and he looks down at his feet. “The bigger problem is if my hair looks okay,” He says, sliding toward the mirror in your cabin. “Forgot I literally always look amazing,” He finishes, earning a smile and an eye-roll from you. Your sibling swings in the door, reminding you that the campfire is starting. 

You’ve loved Leo for, God, how long? You can’t really remember; it feels like forever. Everything about him is amazing. His honeylike voice, his gorgeous, dizzying smile, the way he always has an arm around your shoulder. 

Which is why, when –upon remembering that he might’ve left a fan running in the bunker– he leaves saying, “Go to the campfire, I’ll be back in a second. I love you,” you freeze for a second, quickly picking yourself back up, but he notices. So he adds, “Tell me how much you love me later,” and runs off. 

You start walking, hoping that the night will mask your unending love for him. It wasn’t out of the ordinary for you both to remind each other you love each other. There’s no point in hiding it because you knew, at any moment, danger could strike. He was your best friend, and you his. It was just that, ever since you started wanting more, every ‘I love you,’ pet name, and each and every touch sent you into overdrive. Now, you weren’t love-crazy or anything, but he made you crazy in love, and you had come to accept it. 

The campfire shined fiercely in the distance. You slide into the seat behind your sister. Leo shows up almost a minute later and shoves some people off the bench so he can sit next to you. You’ve warned him against Chiron’s anger many times but he never listens. He never sees. 

10:30 PM

Campfire whisked away like decaying embers and you spent all of it staring at Leo. How come he doesn’t notice? How come every breath you take isn’t a ragged melody of your adoration toward him? And when you walk with him to the bunker now, how come every step you take doesn’t echo all your feelings and doesn’t send up whirling tornadoes letting him know? Letting him know that you love him?

Bunker 9 couldn’t be reached any quicker. The walk in the woods is dark but you can still see him. He shines so brightly and he doesn't even realize it. 

You walk into the little bedroom he’s made in the bunker. The gods know how many nights you’ve spent here, giggling at his stupid jokes, at his stupidly gorgeous smile, at his sleepy voice. 

You’re fixing up the collar of his shirt as he rambles on about the project he’s working on. 

He sees you in the mirror, reflecting back his love for you if he squints. Your eyes are focused on his face, so his gaze quickly darts away. He realizes the attention you’re paying to him, including the way he’s gone silent. He turns around to look at you; he takes up that chance any time he can. He swears it’s either caffeine pumping through his veins or his love for you. You look at him like whatever bullshit he’s talking about is actually important, that he’s actually important. 

“Amor, what’s the point in fixing my shirt?” He says, looking right into your eyes. He sees the morning star in them, burning brighter than the sun. You have this way about you where it seems like everything you touch glows. He hasn’t had someone who genuinely is interested in him and what he has to say since his mother. But, even then, as he sends up a prayer and leans in, he fails to believe you’d love him back. 

If he didn’t believe in your reciprocal of his love, how come he risked putting your friendship on the line? Maybe he finally saw the sparkle in your eyes whenever you thought of him. He takes a deep breath and connects your lips. 

You’re stuck, flying in a dream. His lips leave behind pocketfuls of starlight and shoot up straight up to your heart, illuminating you. You kiss him back strategically; not too intense, but with the right amount of pressure that barely mirrors the pressure he exerted on your heart. And his warmth is a blanket; it spreads to you and covers you. When he pulls away, you know. It’s like snow on the beach, the realization that he must adore you back. There’s no other explanation for how he looks at you.

“God, can you say something?” 

“I don’t wanna jinx it,” He replies. 

“Not the time to be romantic, Lee,” you say, and he scoffs. “What, you kissing me back for the first time isn’t a good time to be romantic?” 

“‘Kissing me back for the first time,’ implies you have tried before and I just didn’t do it back,” you say, unable to meet his eyes. This was all you dreamed of, for months, so why couldn’t you look at him? Were you afraid you’d have to chart the constellations in his eyes? 

“Listen, man, I liked it. I like you, I like this, so do you wanna do this?” He asks, genuineness seeping into his voice. He speaks as if you would shatter if he said the wrong thing.

Were you afraid to explain how he’d brought you back to life?

Obviously, you fucking liked it. You loved it. He tastes like ambrosia, leaving a sparkling, shining aftertaste. What was there not to love?

“I– Leo, I like you,” you say, gathering all your courage, “And obviously I want this–” He interrupts you, “‘Cause you’re head over heels in love with me?” continuing with, “Sorry, go on,” when you shoot him an incredulous look. “Are you sure you do?” you ask.

It was a simple question, really. But it produced a softness in his eyes you had never seen before like you were a kicked puppy. It made you feel vulnerable and seen, but you didn’t mind. With him, you hardly ever did. 

He reached out to take your hand. It was the only one he’s ever reached out for. He vowed to always be yours the moment he saw you. He just had to make sure you knew that too, that he was willing to braid sweet-nothings into your hair and to fall asleep on top of you every day. Willing was a humble word; he fucking needed it.

And the gods know you were determined to let him know just how much you loved him, to plant kisses on his body until they grow into surety; the type of knot that would never ever come undone.

tagging: @drvrslcense @fbfh @quteez @chasingpj @dreamerball @oliviajdjarin (just some of my favourites -- send an ask to be added)

#leo valdez x reader #leo valdez imagine #leo valdez fic #leo valdez fanfic #leo valdez smut #leo valdez #hoo x reader #pjo x reader #percy jackson x reader #leo valdez x y/n #leo valdez x you #leo valdez fluff #leo valdez drabble #cyberball original

[meowriddler]

Sunrise

A/n: i need him 😔

Warning: just fluff

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Edward never seems to sleep well, and that was the cause before you came into his life and changed everything for the better. Of course, back then he would only take naps, afraid of the nightmares that may come with those rare times he actually slept; they always hunted him, but having you around, you were the light in his darkness just the touch of your hand alone eased that fear and anxiety he usually gets.

Sleeping with you was his favorite part of his day besides hanging out with you all day obviously, feeling the warmth of your body pressed against his while watching your peaceful face drift into dreamland he loved to admire your beauty up close his hand slowly reaches out to touch you but hesitates not wanting to disturb you but finding it hard to resist his hand gently caressing your cheek while smiling at you with adoring eyes god you have to be the most beautiful person he ever led his eye upon finally his eyes feel heavy needing nothing more to sleep he gives in feeling more at peace then ever.

Edward reaches out in his sleep looking for that source of comfort but finds a cold place instead, now awake more than ever, Edward gets up looking confused while squinting his eyes. He goes to grab his glasses and puts them on, finally being able to see. He looks around and finds the room empty.

Making his way out of the bedroom, he sees a strong source of light at the end of the hallway, squinting his eyes and trying to adjust to the light, and there you were standing in front of the window watching the sun rise. He could have sworn his heart just skipped a beat at the sight of the many colors of the sun reflecting on your stunning figure, making you out to be an angel.

His angel sent here to answer all of his prayers, and he slowly makes his way over, not wanting to disturb this moment.

Hearing soft footsteps behind you standing there is your Eddie with his messy mousey hair and his cute Batman pjs that you got him. smiling softly at his sleepy state

"Sorry luv, did I wake you up?" Frowning slightly and feeling a bit bad, you must’ve woken him up.

"Don’t worry about it Angel," giving you a tired smile "what are you doing up anyways?" He says rubbing the sleep off of his eyes.

"Oh, I went to get a glass of water, and well, I couldn’t help myself to the view." Now facing the window while sighing slightly, you always did love watching the sunrise; something about it never failed to captivate you.

Eddie on the other hand was busy captivated by your effortless beauty, so unique yet so compelling. Edward wishes he were an artist just so he could capture this moment and paint it on a canvas—not even that would be enough.

Now feeling a pair of long arms around your waist and the warmth that comes with Eddie Just sinking into his body, hoping to be one with him, you could stay like this for eternity and never get tired of it.

Slowly rocking u both, you feel Eddie plant a few butterfly kisses on your temple, each one going further down until reaching your nape. You can’t help but giggle at the feeling.

Eddie stops and chuckles lightly against your nape, choosing to stay there finding serenity within you.

"Isn’t it pretty?" you asked.

Finally, Eddie looks up at the view and has to admit it was pretty, especially by Gotham standards, but nothing could ever compare to you. "Yeah, it’s pretty I guess but it doesn’t stand a chance next to you, Angel." Eddie says Smirking slightly

You feel yourself flush from that complaint, but not wanting to give in, "Stop it, I’m being serious, don’t you think so?" u lightly tap his hand

He lets out a cute giggle at your reaction: "Ok fine, it's kind of pretty. Are you happy now?"

"Yup, I’m satisfied now." feeling smug as u made ur point, you feel his arms tightening around you. Finally, it was your turn to look.

You find Eddie starring back at you with adoring eyes suddenly, and now you remember why you could never look away from his gaze—it was so full of affection you don’t think anyone has ever looked at you the way he did.

God, he falls deeper in love with you every time he looks into your eyes. They are so full of care and love that he can’t help but blush, feeling paralyzed under your gaze alone.

Sensing his hesitation, you plant a feather-like kiss against his lips. He blinks at you, trying to process what just happened, but immediately dives in for more.

As cheesy as it sounds, if your lips were a drug, he would be considered an addict because he could never get enough of them. He could feel his knees buckle slightly. You must know the effect you have on him, right?

Gently holding your face so softly as if you were made of glass, not wanting to shatter it, you deepen the kiss, wanting to stay cradled by his soft touch, but at last you softly pull away from the lack of oxygen, smiling at each other, finding it unnecessary for words at this point only exchanging looks of adoration feeling nothing but love for one another, forgetting all about the colored sky.

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A/n: thank u for reading!! I hope u guys enjoyed this don’t forget to drink water👹🤍

#dano riddler #dano riddler x reader #edward nashton #edward nashton x reader #edward nashton x you #dano edward nashton x reader #the riddler x reader #paul dano #danonation #bruh this been chilling in my drifts for weeks 🥲 #bro the tags have been so dry lately 😀

[slashingdisneypasta]

Thanks for answering my question about asks and requests (: you are very kind

As an ask then how do you think the Weasels will be when drunk? I don't think they are all so inclined to drink, Stu for example seems too childlike for it, but it's a fun scenario to imagine 🍷

Of course!! ^^ Sorry it took me a moment to respond to this one, work is exhausting 😅

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Toon Patrol x Drinking

Greasy: Greasy values his wit and self control (... when it doesn't involve pretty women I mean) too much to partake. Even if everyone else is drinking and acting like drongos around him he'll be sharp as a knife.

Psycho: L o v e s to try a new drink XD According to him they're like little gas leaks in his mouth and chest and he loves the horrible feeling! XD Generally Psy wont get d r u n k, cuz he only tries a few sips each time, but if Stu is on a roll with making them then Psycho w i l l end up pissed and thats not good for anyone 😅 If you thought e was feral before- you haven't seen him on all fours moving at Top Speed.

I raise you (or anyone else who may feel compelled to respond XD ) another thought: Psycho and energy drinks XD

Smartass: Honestly I cant really see Smartass drinking that much 🤔 if ever 🤔 I feel like people will disagree with me but... eh. Maybe sometimes he'll have something? If he's REALLY stressed and annoyed?? XD

Stupid: I actually think Stupid w o u l d be a drinker!! XD I dunno, to each their own of course!! ^^💛💛💛 I just don't really think of Stupid as childlike. I think of him as d u m b, of course, really really dumb, but not childlike. I think he'd be the one experimenting with mixes and different cocktails?? XD Just imagining Stu in the kitchen shaking up a drink and offering a taste to Psy and Wheezy XD And Stu taking on the group therapist mantel when he's got that shaker in his ands, like *hands Wheezy a pink drink like a flower* duhh are you okay?? do ya wanna talk about it?? And Smartass automatically handing the drink menu over to him (Which Stu immediately ours through, like 'ooh!') if they go out XD Stu is a big boy, too, so its hard for him to get truly h a m m e r e d, but he can get there XDD Luckily, he's a nice drunk! XD

Wheezy: Wheezy can f o r s u r e hold his booze the best XD It takes a lot to get him drunk (even tipsy). If he drinks, it doesn't really take away any of his inhibitions; its just to loosen up. He's definitely one to go for a few drinks at the end of the week (He needs it after working with these freaks XD)... but its usually interrupted with a. Greasy being there and hitting on someone and him having to bail Greasy's horny green ass outta trouble (Unless he just ignores it, which is more common. But even then Greasy will d r a g him into it XD *Greasy getting dragged from the pub* el fumador help meeee! i'm being falsely accused!! Wh- dont ignore me!- hey! you with the body odor!!- fucks sake.), b. Smartass drags them back to work. In either case, he is sure to down s o m e t h i n g before he's gotta get up off the bar stool he feels he belongs on.

#thank you for the ask! ^^

[sepiamestus]

Ray or Emma for character ask game...

just did ray, so Eema!!!!!

My first impression: i remember actually not liking her at first cuz i thought they were gonna make her a ditzy girl stereotype... God eema i am so sorry i would ever disrespect u like that

My impression now: MY LOVE MY LIGHT MY ENTIRE WORLD!!!!!!! Quite possibly my favorite protagonist of all time shes just so good i adore her

Favorite thing about that character: the way shes so steadfast in her optimism and is never made to seem weak because of it. shes not naive, she KNOWS the risks, but she chooses to try anyway because she believes in creating a better world and it just makes her such a compelling character

Least favorite thing: i have nothing bad to say ab eema other than what the anime s2 did to her but we wont go into that

Favorite line/scene: bit cliche, but i love love love her "lets change the world" speech. I think thats the scene that really solidified her as a fave bc shes like. Yeah i fucking know its gonna be hard. I know it might not work. But if im not willing to try to make the world a better place then whats the point of all this. I love her soso much

Favorite interaction that character has with another: RAYRAYRAYRAYYYYY I LOVE THEM SO MUCH MY FAVORITEST MOMENT IN THEWORLD WHEN SHE GRABS HIM AND SAYS YOU DONT GET TO DIE WHILE IM STILL ALIVE AND CARE ABOUT YOU cough cough sorry what was that

A character that I wish that character would interact with more: don!!! I want to see the besties

Another character from another fandom that reminds me of that character: sonic thee hedgehog...............

A headcanon about that character: i think she would like drawing a lot. Post canon especially, she has little remnants of her memories and keeps a notebook of doodles

A song that reminds of that character: EEMA PLAYLIST BE UPON YE!!!!!

An unpopular opinion about that character: if you reduce her to a hyperfeminine love interest for norman i am fucking stealing something from your house!!!!!!

Favorite picture

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#THAJK UOUUUU DUCKIE!!!!!! Eema #Asks #Duckie🦆 #Tpn

[tokkias]

Can u do angst prompt "it would be better if you stayed away from me." for nalu after what happened in chp 22 of 100yq? tyy <33

dialogue prompts. or something like that. || open

i so can do that. sorry it took so long. i wrote like 90% of it and then it got lost in the void that is my wip folder so im really sorry about that

Natsu can tell Lucy’s standing behind them from the moment she approaches. He doesn’t have to look back and check; it’s just something he knows. He can feel her presence surrounding him, all-encompassing, as though he has a sixth sense just for her.

Part of him wants to be alone, just him and Happy, so he doesn’t have to reflect too much on what he's just done, because it shouldn’t matter.

She’s here. She’s fine. She’s okay.

He should be looking forward to the future, like he always does; to finishing the rest of their quest. But he can’t, and that dwelling on the past is what compels him to turn around and meet her gaze.

The way her shirt dips in the front gives him a perfect view of the scarring he’s left there. He can see the way Wendy’s magic has lifted it, but the marks were still so visceral and raw that he can almost hear the way it sizzled against his skin when she held him.

He decides he doesn’t want to look at it anymore.

Instead, he focuses his gaze upon the town as he tries to forget what he’s done because thinking about it doesn’t feel good.

He knows that she’s still standing behind him, and she knows that he knows, but she makes no move to continue the conversation. They could stay like that for a while, he thinks, because she’s stubborn like that and she’s not going to leave until she wants to. He doesn’t want her to either, wants to keep her by his side forever, that way he can always keep her safe, (or perhaps, even more so, he needs her to keep him safe).

But after today, he doesn’t even know if he can do that. Not when he’s the one who’s a danger to her.

Part of him wants to resent her for holding him back, because then he doesn’t have to keep blaming himself, but he can never bring himself to really feel that way about her. Not when he knows he would do the exact same for her.

"It would be better if you stayed away from me," he murmurs, only loud enough so that he knows she can hear.

He doesn’t want to push her away; he wants her to stay by his side forever, but if he hurt her like that again, he wasn’t sure if he would be able to live with himself.

Lucy merely scoffs at his suggestion, and he’s so taken back by her reaction that he can’t help but glance back at her.

"You need to stop sitting here and moping and feeling sorry for yourself," she scolds, "doing that isn’t going to help anybody."

Sure, he expected some sort of argument from her, but certainly not in this way. Her irate stare and tarnished skin leave him nowhere to look but the ground in front of him.

"You’re right," he mumbles, "I’m sorry."

He sort of expects her to stay mad at him for longer than she does, but his Lucy is always quick to forgive, perhaps even in times where it’s not exactly deserved.

She wraps her arms around him from behind, and he stiffens up for a moment as he recalls the last time she did that, but the way she gently rests her forehead on the back of his shoulder reminds him that they’re okay; she’s going to keep him safe.

"I’m not leaving your side, Natsu. Ever."

He can feel the vibrations in her voice from the way her lips rest against his back, and strangely enough, it brings him almost as much comfort as her words do.

Because she is here, and she is not leaving him, and for that, he doesn’t know if he’ll ever be grateful enough.

#nalu #mya writes things

[fbfh]

hiya!! i rlly love ur writing especially your lovesick eddie content! i noticed u haven’t been writing for him as much lately so i was wondering if you’re still writing for him could we get some lovesick eddie fluff? pls don’t feel pressured to write anything tho!!! ♥️♥️♥️

thank you so much babes!!!!! <333 I'm pretty much constantly cycling through the same hyperfixations I keep adding to like a really big luggage carousel so even if I'm not writing for someone atm I probably will be soon lol

Eddie notices when you start to fall for him. he notices the transition as the tangible distance you always keep between you, something he never pushes or tries to overstep, starts to grow smaller and softer. you're okay if your arms brush a little as you walk now, or if you can feel each other's body heat for a moment while he opens your door. it makes him giddy. it makes him fucking giddy because it feels like you're starting to trust him. he never thought you just see him the way everyone else does, but this is proof of that. this is proof that you're okay being close to him. and with how long you've had his full attention (which is a very long time) he knows that's not something that happens easily at all for you. even when you were dating that guy from the basketball team, Eddie could see the way you'd tense up slightly when he got too close, invaded your personal space. he never understood why he did that. was he just trying to make you get closer to him without having to do any of the work? could he not even pick up on your cues, your body language? it just didn't make sense. if you really care about someone, you should pay attention to things like that. which Eddie always does. it's something that didn't go unnoticed by you, even if a lot of it was subliminal. it was almost strange how he never pushed you, never tried to get closer, never seemed to even consider pursuing you like an animal the way every other guy you've ever met has tried to, at least a little. you can't lie, this realization sunk in hard. it's not just a guy thing like all your friends always say it is, it's not a sign that they like you, it's exactly what you thought it was. they're motivated by the wrong thing, and don't care about your comfort or boundaries. but Eddie does. Eddie prioritizes your comfort, he never tries to make a move on you unless you instigate it. he only started holding your hand, gazing at the spot on your knuckles where he longs to press a kiss after one night a while ago, when you'd grabbed his hand, squeezing it in a thanks. the way he holds your hand is so tender, so gentle that you know if you pulled away, he wouldn't try again. you don't admit to yourself how truly sad you'd be if he stopped, so instead, you always wait for him to let go first. after so long of Eddie being so loudly, publicly and obviously in love with you, not as a stunt or a gimick, but just as a form of self expression, you realized that this is it. he's not going to push for anything, not going to try and win you over like an easily tricked child. he's laid his heart on the table, and he's leaving it there for you if you want it. you won't be able to put it into words for a while, but all of this is what makes you really start to fall for him. it's also what compells you to make him dizzy, make his head spin when finally pull him into a tight hug one night after he walks you to his car.

#drabbles #loud simp!eddie #lovestruck!eddie #eddie munson #eddie munson drabbles #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things drabbles #stranger things fluff #core memory formed #he's blushing giggling bouncing off the walls all night #he literally doesn't sleep #can't pay attention in class even more than usual the next day #you sent him to cloud 9 and he's gonna be there all week

[drowninginblox]

Season one

Season two

Season three

God.. this season… so much in so little time fr. B u t. I am a committed woman, and I will continue what I started.

So. Let’s get into this.

Keith’s heritage

I’m beginning to take back what I said in one of my prior posts about how I want to redo Keith’s heritage. Specifically about it being a secret to everyone on the team. I’m learning to love the way the show reveals that fact about him to the audience. Truly.

But I think he should know. Not everything, just that he's not fully human. And I still stand by the fact that his galra side should be more physical. Fucking love the galra Keith HC so much wE WERE ROBBED MEN-

Growing pains- Heavy spoilers. Watch Voltron already if you haven't bc I will be talking about (arguably) the best arc of the series

This is going to be something.

As of starting the third season, I really like the change. Purely because of how uncomfortable it is for everyone involved. It’s gonna be painful. The best kind though. Because even though we aren’t expecting it, we know that through the context of the show- this could’ve happened at any time, to any of the paladins

Voltron is out here saying actions have consequences, and that is very compelling. Both in concept and in execution.

I think this plot point is fucking amazing.

The question of where tf Shirio is after the season 2 finale is great, the natural progression of the lions is a stark but needed change (love prioritizing the narritive, I hope this keeps happening in the future), hell- the character growth is fucking phamominal (will talk about that after this point)

WE ALSO GET THE JOURNEY FUCK I LOVE THAT EP-

Also- THE INTRO CHANGES WITH THE CHANGING OF LIONS SO YOU DON’T KNOW WHO THE BLACK PALADIN IS- UGGHHH!!!

I fucking love it man. I'm rocking with what season 3 is giving me. But I'm afraid of what season 4 has to offer. I remember how Shiro's missing/dead arc resolves itself (in season 4ish) but i dont fully remember the indetween bits and the stigma of Voltron falling off by that point is blarring through my mind

Looking forward to that Shiro/Keith fight tho!

Now let’s take some time for the characters during this transition

Keith... god what can I say about him that hasn't already been said? probably nothing honestly. His responce to all of this is so natural and realistic. Of course he doesn't want the responciblity of the Black lion. Shiro was qualified to be leader, not him! Just because this is what Shiro wanted, dosent mean it's what he wants for himself. The struggle is delicious!

Lance is really mature about this AND I AM LIVING FOR IT. Its moments like this that reminds me that Lance is a wonderful addition to Voltron. A needed addition even. (I really wanna ramble about the five man band dynamic, but I'll link a video about it when I find it again right here) I want to see more of this!!!! Give me serious Lance for more than just a minute!!

Hunk and Pidge are bystanders. I’m sorry but other than comic relief and voices of reason, they are secondary to Keith, Lance and Allura. Bless them both. They deserve better. I can feel it as soon as the first episode- they are slowly being ushered into the background. It leaves a sour taste in my mouth with hindsight.

Allura is radiating vibes that I can’t describe other than- “o k a y girl I see you.” In all honesty, the more I watch the show the more distain I have for Allura comes out. That bratty privileged princess that acts on impulses rather than thinking things through is grating. Now this could easily be fixed with intervention in the form of someone more mature than her- for the first two seasons, it was Shiro. But now that he’s gone, that aspect of her is showing more and more and no one is actually going against her like Shirio did. When it was at its worst, Shiro was the only one to put himself in danger as a kind of surogate bodyguard while the rest of the group is on standby. But ever since Keith became leader, there’s this mentality of “if the princess is going we’re all going.” And it’s Stupid. Stand your ground man! Be the stuburn dude you are!! Pleasae, ctually think about this for a moment! The worst part is that if anyone brought up Allura's implusivity then it would be amasing character development to the person that dose and to Keith and Allura as well! Keith would have to repremend/ talk to Allura about how dangerous that is to her and the team and Allura would have to learn the consequences of her actions!

Coran, Im so sorry that you are given crumbs my man. I love you so much- You are THE FUCKING FATHER FIGURE WE NEED!!! IM SO SORRY YOU ARE TASKED WITH LORE DUMPING, YOU ARE MORE THAN JUST A PLOT TOOL

Forming voltron

Bitches got this down too quick ngl. More team bonding rather than trauma bonding please

FOR THE LOVE OF FUCK COLOR COORDINATE!!!

Make LANCE RED

MAKE KEITH BLACK

M A K E ALLURA B L UE

It’s fucking irritating

And yes, I think it’s cool that Allura wears pink and pink is a color that Alteans used to honor those who fought for them. That’s cool. But it pisses me off to see Allura with a freaking blue bracer, and in the blue lion wearing pink like it’s Wednesday. Get with the program bitch. There is a uniform.

IF ANYTHING- give these bitches highlights for the lions they used to pilot. For example, give Keith a black uniform with red highlights along the shoulders or arms

Lotor

Mans said reading is fundamental 💅✨

I love his introduction. Manipulating the people into this unification that’s obviously distinct from his fathers but at the same time so traditional. Dude knows what he’s doing and he is going to do it for as long as he can.

This man also having combat prowess is fucking scary. He feels like more of a threat than his dad.

I also love his task force. Having a entourage that is distinctly other from the majority of the population is such a bold choice, whether it be from an audience or in universe point of view, it shows that the prince isn’t like the king. He is willing to make use of what's given to him with little public fuss.

Only critism I have is that I don't know any of these bitches names. Yall have them- please use them?

Allurance

Believe it or not, I can see more groundwork for the ship at the start of this season

With the passing over of the lions in Shiros absence, it’s allowing more neuance given the current plot.

Even though Keith and Lance don’t like it, they have to change because they’re in a time of change. War forces change.

I wish we can see that bleeding over to Coran, considering that his surrogate daughter is now on the front lines. But c’est la vie ig

Im rambling- Allurance

I can see this ship being built up but I don't know how to feel about the foundation yknow? I understand that the lion change would force Lance to mature. I love that shit. Good shit.

The slight role reversal Lance has with Alurra is refeshing. Love serious Lance

But like I said before- I don't like Alurra this season.

It also doesn't help that lance is still on his loverboy shit. Wich is fine! I have nothing against the trademark! I swear! It's just annoying that Lance has a specail place in his heart for Allura but continues on to swoon to/over every pretty girl he sees.

For the love of god- say dedicated Lance!! If you did maybe you'd get the girl!!

“Hole in the sky”

Desusex Machina the episode but I kind of like it

I hope someone made a fanfic out of this episode

The other reality is honestly v compelling it’s such a waste we only see it once

Shiro

AHHHHHHHHHHHHH

FUCK THE JOURNEY WAS SO GOOD-!!!

Honest that whole episode makes up for the fact that dDeamworks had a Shirio bias my GOD

That episode was such a good lesson in (mostly) show don’t tell

And it still leaves the question of WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO SHIRO MY GOD

All of this to say, I’m torn.

Part of me wants the finality of Shiros death but the idea of Shiro clones is so good to me

Eh, I’ll figure it out.

So babes, rather than ramble about how long it’s been since I’ve done this I’d like to get an opinion from y’all.

Anyways that’s it. Take care of y’allselves

#voltron #voltron rewrite #voltron season 3 #TW voltron #voltron shiro #Shiro discussion lol

[s0urfangs]

⬇️ TODAYS VICTIM ⬇️

A while ago I wrote [this post] about Dralsin. It is a brief introduction to his backstory. It is also completely wrong! I accidentally made the sylvari version of the astral ward before I met the astral ward.

Readmore for SOtO spoilers btw!!(Not including into the veil! (ﾟωﾟ)

SO, ATTEMPT 2:

Dralsin isn't from the pale tree, and doesn't remember anything from his earlier life. He lives in Lions Arch at the start of the personal story, which is where he meets, and eventually begins dating Fedarys. (Their relationship is an entire issue for another post)

I drank all the juice that SotO gave me and decided that he's from one of the fractals. How did he end up in this specific tyria? NO CLUE. Also tempted to make him limited to one singular timeline somehow.

SO

Fedsy kills him in HoT. We can ignore that issue for a moment, it's relevant only as it tells us: That Boy Is In The Mists, and he has a Difficult Time.

We now know the astral ward was watching a lot of what was going on. I like to think they're watching him like THATS OUR GUY!!! WHAT THE FUCK IS HE UP TO NOW!! He's breached containment...AGAIN? IS HE DEAD OR NOT? (゜_゜)

He learns how to function in the mists surprisingly quickly, I've not pinpointed specifics but I do have him as a revenant.

He ends up back in contact with the ward after a while. Of course, he thinks they're supreme arseholes. But ultimately, he's never felt like he belongs anywhere and really craves that family- so he does try so, so hard to fit in once he realises they're not gonna just try throw him back in a fractal (not even thought about the implications of THAT yet).

He reasons with himself that he's helping from behind the scenes, especially with Fedarys - him being more useful with the ward is a bit of a lie, but ultimately, spending time there does settle him down.

He eventually ends up back in Tyria during PoF. Unsure quite when, but- the ward is watching the commander, and although Dralsin has been trying to help- there has GOT to come a point where you're about to see ur ex who isn't really ur ex(???) Get WRECKED by a god and can't not do something.

Drals is sickeningly loyal and would without a doubt willingly sacrifice all he's learnt to go back to Tyria and punch Balthazar in the face, and I think this is exactly what he does.

I can't decide if I'd want him back just before Feds dies, or after- both are compelling.

This is why he's angry as shit during PoF even if he doesn't realise why. He starts to assume its the dragon champion stuff with Feds, almost goes down a bad path there. Not that Feds is being particularly normal either. They do not have a healthy relationship during this time!!! But Dralsin does not remember what he did!! That he went BACK for him!! They are fools!!!

... it also means that when the two of then reach SotO, Dralsin turning up clueless and the ward bitching about him would be very very funny. 2 me. I like to bully him, u might be able to tell 😔

Also if you read all of this holy shit hi, have the best screenshot I've ever taken of the boy

#today in posts i forgot abt in drafts ..TWO #holy shit i should not have written this on mobile. #ngl its reading kinda janky but its the only way i know how to write it without it being essay length #i was constantly resisting the urge to start ranting abt him and feds whilst going through it auhfufhv #theyre in LOVE okay. he just FORGOT for a moment. TH #ok . thats all bye #oc:dralsin #ocposting #gw2 #silvpost #i have not checked this all the way thru . we ball.

[konigenblobbity]

Paranormal Encounters [Part 2]

König x Poltergeist!OC

Warnings: Fluff, gaslighting, concerned Ghost, cuddling, slow burn multipart series

Summary: A few months have passed since Katya and König first met. The tension between them gone by now, and König can’t help but become more curious about who she is… well was. Just as it gets interesting, someone intrudes on their privacy.

A/n: For the sake of this story, König stays at the same base as the 141 team.

It’s been a few months now since Katya revealed herself to König. At the beginning it was tense between the two of them, he still had to get used to the idea that he doesn’t know where she was at any given time in his room. Feeling uncomfortable most days knowing his privacy was no longer his own.

When Katya did reveal herself, she would often scare König getting him to grab at his combat knife. Each time she’d apologize while he just sighed, putting the knife away.

Due to the amount of times this happened, König summoned her out one day to make a set of rules for the two of them.

-

Katya was sat on König’s bed, as he stood in front of her holding a piece of paper. He held a pen in the other. “If I’m going to allow you live- well… reside here. I made a set of rules you need to follow” she chuckled at the change of word choice but nodded. He then began to read from the contract.

“Rule 1: you will not steal any of my belongings, if you want to borrow one you need to ask first. Rule 2: when you are in the room, while I’m here, you have to be visible. Rule 3: if you take a nap on my bed, just make it again afterwards. Rule 4: Do NOT scare me ever. Intentionally. Rule 5: you cannot be anywhere near me during training or missions”

Once he was done he looked at her, she couldn’t help but giggle as she furrowed her brows teasingly. “I shouldn’t scare you? What, do you frighten easily or something?” He couldn’t help the blush that dusted his cheeks, of course she couldn’t see it due to his balaclava but he looked away nonetheless.

He cleared his throat. “Nevermind that. J-just sign it” he handed her the paper and pen, she took it with a smile, signing it before handing it back to him. Her hand grazed his and a shiver went through him at the coldest of her touch. “Good” he was curt before walking off and putting the contract away in a drawer.

-

Now, the two of them found a comfortable rhythm. She was no longer scaring him when she appeared and he has slowly opened up to her, greeting her when he sees her. They would even sometimes sit on the bed together talking about their day, König telling her about his missions.

It became a daily routine, he’d come back to find Katya on the bed, relaxing, or napping, or reading a book. They would then get comfortable, maybe enjoy a coffee together if König grabbed them from the common area, and just talk.

“I’m glad that it went well König” Katya smiles as she sips from her cup. König nods his head before randomly asking “How did you die?” Looking her in the eyes, compelling unwavering. She clears her throat and puts down the cup.

“U-uh well… I died on a mission” she says shrugging her shoulders. Those words immediately peaked his interest, he shifted so he was facing her directly, now invested in her story. “You… you used to be a soldier?” She shook her head and corrected him. “Lieutenant actually”

“Really?” She merely nods at his question. “Wow. What have you been doing these last 3 years then? Were you just… alone?” at this question Katya pauses for a moment. Debating how much to tell him. I mean, it’s not like he could tell anyone… plus she had no one else she trusted anymore aside from him. Even if she didn’t trust him endlessly.

“Well… actually. No. Call it a ghost task force” she chuckles, swirling her cup of coffee, watching the liquid swirl slowly. “Found me a week or so after I died, and since then I’d been a part of their team. That was until… I decided to leave. Even if they wouldn’t let me. I had to” her expression drops, recalling what became of her after she died.

His eyebrows furrowed at her words. “What do you mean? You had to? And why wouldn’t they let you?” He was only more curious and had so many questions but before she could answer them, there was a knock on the door, he looked at it, turning from Katya, watching it open slowly. In walks Ghost with a confused expression.

“Hey König… who are you talking to?” This question causes König to look back to where Katya was sitting, seeing that she vanished. “O-oh I was talking to…” König tried to think of an answer before looking back at the Lieutenant. “Myself” he decides to say but Ghost looks unconvinced, making it clear when he says “I heard another voice. A… female voice” König only shrugs. “Alright then… I’ll go” Ghost then begins to turn.

König’s eyes then shift to look behind Ghost, where he notices a hand phase in reaching towards the knife in his pocket. König stands up quickly as he shouts out “NO! Don’t do that!” Causing the hand to quickly phase away again. But also Ghost to turn back around in shock.

“W-What? Why?” Ghost stops dead in his tracks but König then awkward chuckles before saying “nothing! I thought I saw uh… I thought…” he couldn’t think of an excuse so he just settled on an awkward shrug causing Ghost to eye him up and down. “Get some rest. You had a tough mission today” and he then leaves the room.

König sighs before sitting back down on the bed. He notices Katya phase back so he can see her. She’s blushing and just floats in the air in front of him. He looks up at her shaking his head “You can’t do that, Ghost would’ve felt your presence in a heartbeat” making eye contact with her.

She floats down to stand in front of him. She shrugs with a cheeky smile simply saying “Even if he did, it’s not like he can hurt me” She had a point. But König looks at her unimpressed, she sighs and then nods, letting her smile drop slightly. “Alright. I won’t do it again. I just wanted to see his knife…” König looks at her, tilting his head.

“Why?” At his question Katya shrugs, floating back over to the bed. “It’s identical to the one I had. The serrated blade, leather handle, gold embellishments” She sits back down on the chair, crossing her legs and looking at her lap.

“When you’re a soldier so long, it’s the only thing you can really fidget with whenever you’re bored” Katya let’s out a soft chuckle, trying to lighten the mood. “I get it. It only feels like another limb to me now” König says in a soft voice, hoping to ease her discomfort. She looks up at him and smiles.

“I’m guessing it didn’t stay with you once you died?” He goes on to ask and she just shakes her head. “Only thing I kept was my body and the clothes I died in” he looks down at her clothing, noticing how it was regular clothes… not military gear. ‘She said she died on a mission…’ He furrowed his brows as he thought to himself, intending to ask her about it.

But as he looked back up at her face, he noticed her unease, recognizes her growing discomfort from talking about her past. He just nods his head and decides to save his other questions for another time. He watches her grab for her coffee before shifting on the chair, trying to get comfortable.

“How about we watch a movie hm?” He wants to remove the tension from the air, thinking a little down time was perfect for that. Katya looks at him before thinking for a moment, she then gives a smile “That sounds great” He nods and reaches for the remote for the tv in his room.

He notices her shift again and then pats at the open space on the bed. “It’s more comfortable” at that she just smiles and floats over to sit next to him. When he felt her cold presence, he scooted over slightly to give her more space. “What movie?” He asks her but she just shrugs, taking a sip from her drink.

“Anything released in the last 3 years? I haven’t really been able to keep up with any new movies” She spoke with a joking tone and he nods, after selecting a movie they sit an watch till they’re about a quarter of the way through.

The whole time he was debating whether to ask her for a favor… not wanting to make her uncomfortable with such an odd request. After a while he decides to simply do it, because what does he have to lose. He turns his head slightly, not enough to look at her but enough to signify he was talking to her.

“Hey Katya…” he begins to say and she looks at him, waiting for his next words. “Remember the day we first met?” He spoke quieter than usual, as if unsure whether he should even be asking this from her. She was taken aback but nods hesitantly.

“Could you… give me a massage? Like you did that day?” He paused for a moment, waiting nervously for her response. Katya smiled and nodded “Of course König, it’s the least I can do” before floating up into the air slightly, watching as König scoots forward on the bed giving her space behind him.

She floats behind him, moving higher up in the air, in order to be able to see the tv over his large figure. While he waited for her to position herself he shifted in his spot anxiously. Before she can begin, he suddenly asks “s-should I take off my gear?” A blush creeping up his neck, onec again not wanting to make her uncomfortable with the situation.

“No, that’s alright” she reassures him before placing her hands on his shoulders, phasing them through the gear to touch his bare shoulders. They’re cold, causing him to tremble slightly, but they feel soft and gentle against his skin. He relaxes under her touch. Her hands able to massage into his muscles expertly.

“Mmmmm…” König can’t help but groan out as he feels the tension in his body leave him, only making Katya more comfortable and confident in her efforts, digging her thumb into where she can feel a knot of tension. When she presses against it he can’t help but flinch lightly and groan out loudly.

“G-god… right there” he says softly making her smile. She continues to massage him, feeling him relax slowly. Even noticing how his eyes closed, completely entranced in the feeling of her touch. She was just glad that he felt comfortable enough to ask her for this. She wanted to help him… I mean, he was letting her stay in his room for free always checking in on her.

As time passed she could feel König lean back towards her, she then slowly phased her body into the bed. Allowing his body to fall and rest again his bed. She massaged him a little bit more until she heard his soft snores and his heavy breathing.

At that, she floats out of the bed, turning off the movie, pulling the blanket over him, and then going to lie on the bed next to him. As she lies there, silently watching this behemoth of a man, who she’s sure has killed hundreds of people, sleep so peacefully… she couldn’t help but feel at peace.

As the seconds past she scooted closer and closer to him. Feeling the heat practically radiate off him, she suddenly felt very cold. Well… she always felt cold but right now she felt cold and alone.

“He won’t mind if I…” she thought and slowly shifted to lie right next to his body, carefully resting her hand on his chest and throwing a leg over his own. Trying her best not to wake him up and hoping her cold presence won’t do the same. She let out a soft breath as she was finally comfortable, before closing her eyes.

She can’t help but feel that she found a new home… glad she was able to escape her old one. “I think I’ve found my Token… it’s you König” If only the others could see her now.

#konigenblobbity #cod modern warfare #fanfiction #modern warfare fanfiction #konig cod #konig modern warfare #konig fic #konig x oc #konig call of duty

[dorky-zuko]

Have you ever thought of writing any atla fics?

this ask is one thousand years old, but that's fitting because the last time I wrote an avatar fic was one MILLION years ago, and it was very very bad

now that I'm back to writing fic again though, if I watched avatar another time, maybe I'd be compelled to write something?

The first time I watched avatar I was a kid and it was this legitimately *magical* show for me, because it aired seemingly at secret, completely random times (because kid me was too stupid to understand that shows had airing schedules). But then day of black sun happened, and it ended on a cliffhanger even though it WASN'T a season finale, and then they didn't release another new episode for over seven months, which is an eternity in kid time, so I figured the whole show had been CANCELED. I mourned, and eventually moved on. And then one day I was at my friend's house and I saw a bumper in between episodes of spongebob saying that TOMORROW, LESS THAN 24 CHRISTIAN HOURS FROM THAT EXACT MOMENT, this show I loved, that I thought had been CANCELLED without ANY resolution, would be airing TEN full episodes over like a four day period, culminating in a four part series finale that was destined to completely destroy me emotionally.

Imagine watching day of black sun, seeing the invasion fail, airship reveal, everyone's fucked, allies left behind, gaang flies away sad, credits roll, and then thinking, "okay, I guess that's just how the whole show ends." AND THEN, SEVEN MONTHS LATER, someone sits u down in front of a teevee without saying anything, and they just, play the second half of season three for you. It was like a real-life miracle had happened to kid me.

AND THEN, when I was in high school, they told us they'd be doing an entire sequel miniseries, 12 whole episodes about the new avatar in a steampunk setting!

AND THEN WHEN I WAS IN COLLEGE THEY TOLD ME THAT ACTUALLY THE "MINISERIES" WAS GOING TO BE A WHOLE SERIES AND THEY'D BE DOING THREE MORE SEASONS!!!

AND THEN IT GAY ENDED??????

basically the avatar universe is this magical thing that is almost a little too scarily important to me to be something I could just casually stick my writer self into.

Still, could be fun. Maybe someday..... :)

#atla #dorky zuko post #fanfic #avatar the last airbender

[effervescentdragon]

hi! i wanted to ask, would you ever consider writing carlando? i think you'd do a great job of it, and theyre my favorite pairing, so i thought to ask!

anon, im so, so sorry about this. i couldnt get it out of my mind ever since i woke up and came to this hellsite and saw whats happening. the NARRATIVE is too compelling. oops <3

He posts the story. It's for the best. He knows what's going to happen when the news break, and he loves her too much not to do something about the mayhem of some of his "fans" and the inevitable invasion of privacy that will follow. Lando owes her that much, and he doesn't mind. He just wishes there was more he could do.

There is something niggling in his brain when he looks at his lock screen, displaying the date and the time over a picture. It's a sunset on a golf course. It used to be -something different, but he's changed it when his relationship ended. (The time before that, it was also because - a relationship ended. He doesn't think about it.) He checks the clock. Enough time to make it to his first interview.

His notifications start blowing up the moment after. He closes Instagram, and opens the messages with his brother.

god ur stupid

lan wtf

did u even think this through for a second

Lando frowns. His brother knows everything that's been happening, and he's been supportive of his decisions and there for Lando when he was unsure what to do, so the words take Lando by surprise.

wut? mate u know what happened

i dont get it

The reply comes instantly.

tell me, whats the fucking date u idiot

Lando is still frowning. It's September 1st, what is Ollie getting at -

"Oh. Oh. Shit. Shit!"

His eyes widen and he scrambles for his phone. He opens Insta, refreshing it, and the first post that comes up is the official Ferrari post wishing Carlos a happy birthday. Which Lando still hasn't done.

Unless you count anouncing my breaking up with my girlfriend on his birthday as a present, the thought sneaks in, and Lando blanches. He's calling Oliver before he even realizes he's doing it.

'Yes, you stupid fuck,' Oliver answers, and Lando whines.

"I don't - that's not - it's not like that, Ollie, fuck," he says, and his brother laughs at him. "I didn't - I forgot -"

'Hmm,' his brother hums. He can hear the baby doing the baby-speak in the background. 'Did you now?'

"Yes!" Lando tugs on his hair. "I knew today was something - like, I knew it was an important day somehow, thats why I wanted to post this today, but like, I couldn't fucking remember what it was," he whines. "Oh God, they're all gonna - fuck, the PR is going to kill me, fuck!" He starts panicking a bit, he won't lie. "Fuck, they're gonna - I'm so stupid," he moans and concentrates on not having a panic attack.

'Lando,' his brother says with fucking - meaningful emphasis. 'Would seeing the baby help you calm down and not have a complete mental breakdown about being in love with your best friend and former teammate?'

"I'm not," he tries to say, then huffs when Ollie outright snorts at him. He can hear the baby repeating the snort and then giggling. He leans his head on the wall. "It might," he says sullenly, and Ollie laughs and turns his camera on, and Lando spends the next fifteen minutes waving at a semi-interested baby and avoiding his brother's knowing gaze.

It calms him down enough not to die of embarrasment when his PR officer bursts into his room and takes his phone away without another word, typing on it furiously and then pocketing it. He swallows down any protest he might have head when they look at him like they'll stomp on him if he dares speak another word. It's probably for the best, really.

McLaren should really hire better PR people, he thinks. At least Charlotte knew what she was doing. Oh wait, they probably won't have money after they pay out Danny, he thinks, and then makes himself not think about anything, because it's time for his interview, and he has to concentrate not to be a complete and utter disaster. As if that ship hasn't sailed a long time ago, his mind supplies. Fuck.

***

He avoids the invasive questions as best as possible. His friends on the grid already knew about it, so he's spared any sympathetic talk. (All knew, except one, and Lando refuses to think about that.) He compliments George's outfit, and spends some time talking to Danny. He is so tired of the drama and the fuckery. He's tired in general, and they're not even like, halfway through the triple fucking header.

"Hola, Landito," comes the voice from behind him, and his stupid, silly heart speeds up, like it always fucking does. "And hello, Daniel."

Lando turns around, and there Carlos is, looking like a fucking Disney prince, with his perfect hair gleaming in the sunlight and the stupid Ferrari shirt tight over his perfect shoulders and his perfect fucking forearms.

"Hi, Carlos," he manages to say in a completely normal tone. "How are you?"

Danny takes one look at Lando, then laughs out loud and fist-bumps Carlos.

"Hey man, happy birthday, I gotta run, catch you guys later," Danny says, and Lando kinda wants to punch him a bit. Then he's gone, and it's just Lando and Carlos. Stupid, perfect, handsome Carlos, who has a birthday today which Lando completely forgot about.

"So, happy -"

"I'm sorry -"

They speak at the same time, and break off simultaneously. Lando hates how nice Carlos' smile is. He looks around, not even noticing the surrounding, so that he wouldn't like, get lost in Carlos' eyes or something. Carlos waves his hand, indicating Lando should go first.

"Happy birthday," Lando says. "I'm sorry I forgot your present."

Carlos hums and reaches for Lando's cap. He flicks it, and smiles wide, and Lando can feel his cheeks flush. Fucking Carlos. (He would. He doesn't dare think it properly, but fuck, he would.)

"Did you forget it?" Carlos asks, and his accent is familiar, and so hot to Lando, the careful intent with which he speaks every word. "I thought I got my present this morning," he says, and Lando can feel himself blush. "It was quite a surprise, since I didn't know about it," he goes on, and there is an undercurrent of hurt in his words, and fuck, Lando should've told him before, or something. "But I liked it despite everything," Carlos says, and steps only a tiny bit closer. "I only wonder, if it hurts you, then I will not like it, nor will I mention it again."

Lando looks into Carlos' eyes; really looks. Who the fuck says 'nor' and doesn't sound like an asshole, he thinks. Carlos, that's who. Carlos, who is Lando's best friend, but not quite. Carlos, who is always patient with Lando, and always kind to Lando, and always there to listen to Lando when he needs it.

Carlos, who Lando has been in love with probably since he was nineteen years old.

Lando swallows heavily around a lump in his throat. His eyes flicker away from Carlos', and he sees his PR manager waving him over. Fuck. They don't have time.

"I'll - I'm sorry for not telling you," he says quickly. "I need to go, but, we can, fuck, I don't know," he huffs in frustration, because he has no idea what his plans are, and Carlos probably has his own plans.

"Lando," Carlos says calmly, and steps closer, and hugs Lando. It takes Lando a second to catch up, but then he smells Carlos, same as always, steady, wonderful Carlos, and he hugs him back, and his heart races but his mind quiets down, and he clutches at Carlos' shirt.

"We can have dinner tonight," Carlos says, and it's not quite a question, but it's also not a statement. Lando inhales the scent from Carlos' neck, and nods against the material of his shirt, not daring to touch his skin, because he knows he won't be able to stop. "And we can - we can talk."

"Yeah," he says. "Yeah, Carlos, yeah."

When they separate, Carlos' smile is blinding in the Holland sun. Lando can't help but smile back, and think that maybe, maybe, it may all turn out alright.

Maybe, he isn't an utter and complete disaster.

***

"We have a long future ahead of us (...) relationships change (...)"

"If anything, I feel like my relationship with Lando has improved (...) we can openly speak more about (...) feelings."

***

#nobody @ me im going through it #carlando #my writing #effervescentdragonwrites #f1 rpf #i couldnt stop thinking abt this and its much tamer than what i envisioned #but im trying not to write 2k drabbles #anyways this is roughly happening rn #heavily edited quotes to fit my narrative taken from zandvort 22 press ;)

[lilflowerpot]

What do you find most challenging in writing in general and particularly little blade? What are your favourite and least favourite parts to write? In hindsight, is there something you would change about lb if you could?

Well look at you coming out of the woodwork with the Big Questions, but alrighty; buckle up buttercup ♡

Most challenging is definitely juggling all the background threads that I planted (and continue to plant) the seeds for at least a dozen chapters before they become relevant. Not forgetting which narratives I've foreshadowed—not to mention when and how—is crucial to ensuring that the story as a whole feels cohesive and like a forgone conclusion: I don't want LB to be predictable, exactly, but at the same time the key events shouldn't keep coming out of nowhere without warning, because to do so would leave the reader in a perpetual state of ?????? rather than creating a sense of a puzzle for which all the pieces are slowly falling into place.

My favourite thing to write is, without question, the magnetism between Keith & Lotor, particularly from Lotor's pov. Their dynamic is not only compelling, but ridiculously fun to play around with, and Lotor (as both an intellectual and a romantic) allows for all these metaphors and winding descriptions that let me really delve into the intimacies of their characters, the world around them, and their relationship with one another.

My least favourite thing to write are large group scenes. Do you have any idea how  e x c r u c i a t i n g  it is to try and juggle nine different characters in the same room? Not only the dialogue (jfc,,, the dialogue) but what everyone is doing at any given time—body language is one thing, but who's where? Are they moving around the space? Why? Why not? Did they put that object down already or is it still in hand?—and best of all their personal feelings on the situation they're in (because everybody has an opinion, irrespective of whether it's relevant let alone helpful to the plot), and then, when you've decided upon all of that, how much can you feasibly get across to the reader without giving them a laundry list of Who's Doing What between every line of dialogue to the point that they completely lose track of what's going on?.........yeah, group scenes are a bitch.

As for what I'd change,,, objectively, I think I'd rewrite the early chapters, because not only could they be comped into half as many (they're so much shorter than the later ones), but I know I've improved as a writer since first putting finger to keyboard way back in the early days of 2018, so I could almost certainly do a better job now than I did then. In that same vein, however, there's something so sweetly nostalgic about going back and re-reading things I wrote four and a half years ago precisely because I can see how much I've grown as a writer. Little Blade has snowballed into so much more than I ever could have dreamt, and even though from an outside perspective it might seem silly that a fanfiction could ever mean so much to me... it does. There are chapters in there that, unbeknownst to all of you, I wrote during some of the toughest times of my life; the echo of those moments are still very much there for me, written into certain lines of dialogue or description, and yet at the end of every chapter there's this unimaginable outpouring of kindness from strangers on the internet that owed me nothing and yet took the time to not only read my writing (and irl I'm almost painfully shy, so you wouldn't believe how mind-blowing that is for me) but left comments telling me that my writing meant something to them. That it made them smile- that it made them feel- that they themselves were having a tough time and in some small way it resonated with them and made things seem a little better.

So truthfully? I wouldn't change a damn thing.

#not to be a sap but there's so much of myself tangled up in LB that I can't help but feel incredibly touched by everything it's become #humanity is made up of stories and stories are innately human and there's something to be said for the connection therein #perhaps i should not have answered this while listening to rachel lorin at 1am #it has me feeling some things #but i love you i love you i love you and i'm so insanely grateful for everything LB has given me #Ao3 Little Blade #sa screams back #the author speaks

[iztopher]

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ five of them. be free

SHEBA THANK U SO MUCH (also!!! i feel like it's been a while hi i hope u are doing well <3) since there are so many I am going to put the first one above the cut and the rest under

from don't you dare go down:

Te’ijal attempts to inspect her husband’s injury. The fabric of his padded jacket, while thoroughly sliced, is thick enough around the surrounding skin to prevent her from getting a good enough look at it. She purses her lips, frowning.

“I can’t do anything with this fabric in the way,” she says, and finds her voice is uncharacteristically sheepish. She’s at an impasse; she certainly knows better than to ask him if she can take off his breastplate. She’s not even sure she wants to– there’s something about her mental image of Galahad that belongs in shining metal, like if she stripped off too much armor he would disappear right along with it.

He surprises her by saying, the stiffness in his voice betraying some slight discomfort, “the sleeves on this one unlace. Check the shoulder.”

SO, that middle paragraph is perhaps still my favorite thing I've ever written, and one of the things that makes me happiest about it is how the vast majority of people who read this fic singled it out to comment on it.

my intent with don't you dare go down was to write Te'ijal and Galahad slowly but surely meeting in the middle re: their relationship with each other - Te'ijal coming to learn and respect Galahad's boundaries instead of pushing them, and, as a result of that respect, Galahad becoming just a little comfortable letting some of them down. This section was me trying to encapsulate that - that Galahad's boundaries, specifically his insistence on not letting Te'ijal see him without his armor, have become an integral part of how Te'ijal views him and are no longer something she's trying to change.

BUT, funnily enough, the way this actual line came to be is because Te'ijal is technically partly undressing Galahad here, and it's an emotional moment, and I was like, dear god, this cannot be horny, I need to emphasize that this not sexy in any way. And what better way to emphasize that than to be like, by the way, the idea of seeing Galahad in anything less a full suit of armor is weird for her, this isn't something she's like, excited about.

2) re: Freckles:

this is not actually about any scene/line but just the fic in general because it's funny - at the time, I was really worried about the pivotal "compelled to count things" reading like OCD symptoms being played for laughs, so I was like, well, to make sure it's not that, I'll base it off my personal experiences of when I feel like I have to do something! Anyways it turns out I have OCD and I was basing it off my compulsions.

3) from you try so loud to love me (completely SFW excerpt and discussion, I promise):

“Oh, is that your issue, Te’ijal?” he asked, raising his voice on her name as if out of spite. “I focused on our marriage and lost sight of you separate from it? Because you do not get to judge me for that!” 

“And why don’t I?” Te’ijal asked, barely restraining her voice from yelling, and she found that goading him felt good, the most she’d felt like herself all night, if not the past year. She wanted him to call her a monster, to remind her she ruined his life, as if she had ever been the one who forgot. 

So when his voice dropped, her heart plummeted with it. “Please, wife,” he said, sitting down on the bed and reaching towards her. She drew backwards, and so instead he raised his hands in surrender. “I don’t want to fight you. Not tonight.” 

most of the time when i write fic, it's exploring how a small scene gradually/slightly improves something for the characters or their relationship. this fic was supposed to be the opposite! one of the ways I was very excited to do this is have Galahad, for once in his fucking existence, pointedly Refuse to get upset at Te'ijal. because for Te'ijal, that would be cathartic/satisfying, and for Galahad, explaining himself would require acknowledging the ways she hurt him as a vampire, which is something I think he shuts himself off from as a human.

4) from left undead:

Eventually, he sighed. “My last emergency contact was my ex’s father,” he admitted. Te’ijal opened her mouth to question this, but he continued before she had the chance. “You text me daily, live in the same city as me, and from what I can tell, your sleep schedule is sporadic. I knew that if someone called you from my phone, you would answer.”

I was so torn on whether I should include this joke or not considering I refuse to elaborate on it in-fic, but I decided it was bizarre and funny enough to land without context. So here's the director's cut context: this is a nod towards the fic Rhenegade (/its Blanchefleur-centric spinoff Daisy Stains), where Galahad's ex fiancee Blanchefleur was the daughter of the knight he served as squire under. I could not actually tell you why in a modern AU Galahad would be close enough with Blanchefleur's dad to have this set-up, but I did think it would be hilarious and so I put it in there.

And now because I promise I can talk about my fic that isn't te'ijalahad:

5) re: nobody's daughter:

I don't have any like, specific lines that jump out at me that I want to share the director's cut to, but this is a fic I put a lot of thought into and I have a lot of thoughts about. Lydia is canonically defined by her obsession with becoming queen, being selfish and vain, and being kinda girly with her fun dress-up options. But we also see that it's clearly come from her parents, with her dad scolding her for traveling with commoners. Something I am fascinated by with Lydia is the idea of how much of this is she doing because she wants to and how much of this is she doing because it's what she's been told, and the fact that the two didn't have to be mutually exclusive!

So when Ishti suggested a nonbinary take on Lydia I could not stop thinking about taking their gender in that same direction. Obviously, Lydia loves fashion and fancy dresses, but would they love sharp suits or casual clothes just as much if they let themself try? Who knows! They don't!

And that's what I wanted to convey in this fic, the uncertainty and kind of like, stress of figuring out your identity for yourself when you know the one that's been laid out for you works for you but can't get rid of the feeling that something else would make you happier, and trying to figure out what that is. Personally, the reason I'm mostly not out as nonbinary IRL is because I have this needling worry of like, what if the fact that sticking w/ the way I currently present is easier means it feels better? What if changing things makes me feel worse, not better, you know? And I think changing how you present, for gender reasons or not, often has that moment of a leap of faith. And I really wanted to capture Lydia being stuck before making that leap of faith and tie it up with gender feelings.

#dear mel