#who am i? masterlist

[yuri-is-online]

Ok but how did ace even get a girlfriend in the first place? Did she confess and he just went along with it? Did he think having a girlfriend would make him seem cooler? Was it a dare or something? Cause for someone like ace to just go ghost on her and not have an actual talk, kind of makes me feel like these two were not friends before they were partners.

So then, fast forward to nrc, ace is trying so hard to lose the feelings he has for his best friend. Because that's all they are: friends, homies, if you (duece) will. Yuu has the cream of the crop to pick from, he's kind of at a disadvantage here.

Plus, whose to say their entire dynamic won't change the second they get together? He doesn't want to get bored and start to hate one of his dearest friends by proxy, so might as well just play it safe and suffer a little than take that risk and the both of you suffer a lot 🤷‍♂️.

Meanwhile yuu, who still has their old phone/mp3 player, has been playing Jenny by Studiokillers on repeat. Lying in their bed, just down horrendous for this absolute ball of boyish mischief. How dare he, honestly?

Well. At least he gives them a lot of openings to flirt with him?

*disclaimer, I was home schooled so my actual knowledge about middle school dating is beyond non-existent so take what I say with a grain of salt

The information we get about Ace's girlfriend comes from his suitor suit vignette and he does not mention how they actually got together, just some of the things that they did and how boring Ace thought all of them were. And I agree! The way they broke up does not make it sound like they were friends before dating, though they could have been casual acquaintances. The way Ace likes to goof around makes me think he was probably pretty popular, and had a lot of those types of relationships. His description of the relationship makes me think he probably went out with her because he thought she was cute and that it would be fun to have a girlfriend, but didn't actually stop to think about who she was as a person or what dating actually means. And hey, he was in middle school. He was going to be a bit stupid about those sort of things. The experience seems to have made him think a lot about what he wants in a partner, and we know from Ortho he was telling the truth when he's forced to spell it out:

His voice lines flesh out what he wants a bit more; he says he thinks it's important to find someone you have fun with and that he wants to get married later in life. So Ace knows what he wants... he just gets really embarrassed when called out on it and refuses to talk honestly about his feelings (though he kind of does that in general hehe)

So flashing forward to NRC. Ace knows what he wants and Yuu is such a perfect fit it hurts. Best friends to lovers is a popular trope in fiction sure, but in real life? At a school? Yeah right, Ace still has to see them every day if they break up, and not to mention... I feel like Ace, Deuce, Grim, and Yuu sort of fell into their dynamic almost immediately after the mine adventure and didn't ever stop to think about it because of how natural the friendship felt. And Ace knows if things end badly he's losing the whole squad, so yeah. Better to just swallow this and stay where he is. He's still in school! He doesn't need to think about dating! He's got a housewarden to surpass, upperclassmen he admires, and a bunch of idiots to take care of. He can worry about dating later. Besides, these feelings will go away after graduation he's delusional sure of it!!!

Meanwhile, back at the ranch Ramshackle Yuu is literally in a living hell. Maybe they're a bit more emotionally mature than Ace and they just know this could work out but THEY CAN'T TELL IF HE LIKES THEM BACK BECAUSE HE KEEPS GETTING SHY AND MAKING JOKES FML!!!! But like he also lets them steal his gym shirt :ccc and he gets pouty when someone else makes an offer :ccc and really smug when Yuu says no ccc: so like maaaybe? Or maybe not and this meaningless flirting is all they'll ever have and they just. Try to be ok with it and they sort of hate themselves for it.

until Sebek properly joins the friend group and looses his fucking shit

#<3 asks #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #ace trappola x reader #aceyuu #ace trappola #had a thought insp by mochi's request they did for me that um #if crowley is malleus's dad #and he's trying to resurrect his mom #there could be parallels between him and ace in a timeloop aceyuu au #they both have a love taken from them by fate #they both have a friend who they've helped inspire to be better that they are forced to abandon #maybe out of fear they won't approve of their methods #maybe out of fear that they will #also started thinking about the steadfast tin soldier and using that as symbolism for aceyuu (i am down bad) #(i have other things i need to do) #(like fix my masterlist jesus)

[m1d-45]

i need MISERY and SADNESS and ANGST !

reader absolutely sobbing to bird xiao. i mean fucking wailing, man.

our birdie was going about his usual business, peeping around, looking for any possible dangers, maybe bring back a nice acorn. once he’s done, he’ll fly back to us, glad to report — (chirp a few times) — that the area is safe.

but instead of finding you eagerly awaiting him with an outstretched hand, he finds you curled in on yourself, stifling sobs.

he lands on the ground in front of you, worriedly hopping past the squirrels and deer nudging various forest tributes to you. he peeps once, but you don’t respond. he peeps a second time, and this warrants an answer.

you weakly unfurl yourself, willing your head upwards.

xiao now notices the state of your clothes. tattered, dirty, and dampened with what he hopes is just a peculiar blue juice.

he then meets a pair of reddened, glossy eyes. your cheek was scratched, and your now visible hands badly scraped. he chirps in concern, flapping his wings and hopping closer to your face.

that same face scrunches once again, as you curl your head back into your knees. as another sob escapes, you only wordlessly produce a few almonds from your pocket. you only whimpered an apology as a deer laid at your feet.

the almonds were not what he wanted. he did not need an apology for- what? a lack of attention? no, none of that. he only wanted you to be happy. how had he failed you again? he was a disgrace to the adepti, he was surely deserving of avid punishment. perhaps the loss of a finger would serve well. or two, after all, he had been too selfish and ignorant to save you. why was he even aIive? why was he ever even born? such a faiIure should never have been —

his inner monologue was cut off by an offering of a hand instead. you shakily nudged him with your index finger, making him release a squeak.

“hey.. i said i’m fine, right? please eat. you’re always so hungry.”

you sniffled.

“i can find some plants, and-“

but the sobs only continued.

“and fix it..”

your hand went limp as your cries shook your body. you didn’t even bother to weep silently anymore.

the squirrels chittered, the approaching raccoon held a rock in its small hands as an offering. a deer sniffed your head as you curled into fetal position again.

“i didn’t want this- i- i didn’t want to—”

i was just having fun, why did- how did it come this far?-”

a rabbit hopped closer.

“i want to go home. i miss my mom, i miss my dad, i miss their hugs-”

the deer at your feet nudged your leg.

“why can’t i just die aIready?”

xiao squealed, flapping his little wings furiously. he chirped and chirped, trying to bring you back to your senses.

he’d seen this thing time and time again- the form taken by relinquishment. once the thought was spoken, it could only end in misfortune.

he knew this was only a psychological effect, of course. to lose a battle when a small part of you wants to. to become careless and fall asleep on a thinly frozen lake. or, to intentionally cause one’s own end.

but that would not stop him from bringing you charms of good fortune in the following days. talisman to ward off draining spirits, necklaces and bracelets he personally imbued with evil-vanquishing power.

it did not stop him from distancing himself from you, in fear his karmic binds had effected you. that they were having the same effect on you as his siblings- as himself.

he had to protect you.

it was his duty.

-owl anon RAAAHH

i’m sorry this got so long, my thumbs go *taptaptaptap* on my keyboard while i just watch

oh…. you get it.

(under the readmore because my fingers tend to go)

xiao blessing small pebbles with adeptal energy, ignoring how it stings his hands as he wraps it in a leaf. as the one enchanting the stone, he’s granted a small amount of grace, but protection charms always tended to hiss at his karma.

he picks it up with his claws, flapping up and into the skies of liyue. he always brings you small gifts, and he knows you keep them, at least for a little while. he’s not sure if the magic is absorbed into you, if it fades, or if you simply lose them—some small part of him is satisfied at the image of mountain shaper being repelled by a simple stone—but he brings them to you faithfully. you always greet him the same way, and anticipation begins to bubbles under his skin at the thought.

he loves seeing you.

…but not like this.

your tree is more crowded than usual, various small wildlife surrounding you. nothing big, nothing threatening—the deer hesitate at the treeline, huffing and pawing at the ground—but worrying for certain.

he gives his same warning cry he always does, but you don’t step out to greet him. he has to duck beneath the leaves, and he sees you… crying.

he freezes, dropping a few inches in his shock, but quickly recovers.

(he can’t hesitate. he can’t pause. there’s no time for his own problems when you are in pain-)

he lands on your arm, bumping his head to yours and giving you a small chirp.

(please be okay. please be okay. please let the teal grass around you be lighting, or his bird eyes. please.)

another bump. another chirp. he reaches and pulls a leaf from your hair, turning to drop it away, and when he looks back you managed to lift your head.

he can’t stop the way he jumps, flapping to regain his balance at the smear of blue across your face.

“oh… hello there, little friend.”

he can’t even bring himself to be as happy as he normally is at your voice.

you take the wrapped rock from your claws, both you and the leaf unfurling. the blue stone glitters, and you smile slightly. from his new perch on your wrist and your shift in posture, he can’t help but notice more and more tragic details about you.

a slash across your waist, the cloth of your shirt clinging to your skin. the dirt across your skin, the tracks of tears down your cheeks.

“th-“ you cough, and the stone in your hand pulses outside of your view. “thank you, pretty bird.”

some part of him hopes that the stone brings you some joy. that you can absorb some of his magic- hell, he’d enchant it again if he needed to, expending every drop of energy he had of it meant you didn’t have to cry.

but not even the beauty of the earth can mend the tragedy of betrayal.

if anything, you cry more, curling up again in an attempt to hide from the world that wanted you dead. concerned cheeps slip from his beak as easily as the rabbits and birds around you hop closer. none dare to get as close as he, but acorns and river stones and pushed towards you, a ring of offerings surrounding their god.

“sorry,” you stutter, your voice choked, and he wonders why you’re apologizing. “i- i still-“ another sob. xiao feels like crying himself.

(he has no right to be distraught. not when he’s the blade you fear)

“here,” you manage, offering up a shaking handful of crushed almonds. you still have him your food, you still went through the strain and effort of crushing them so he could eat them in this form- even after the adepti had injured you, you still found it in yourself to help him?

(you didn’t know he was an adeptus. he was still lying to you. he hasn’t even taken any serious action, he couldn’t even try and help you when you still helped and cooed over and loved him-)

“do- do you-“ your voice hitched and broke, and he chirped, hopping up your arm. how he wished he could comfort you properly. how he wished he wasn’t a coward, that he could do more. “i know it isn’t enough, i-“ fresh tears welled in your eyes, and he had the feeling the pain ran deeper than your skin. “i’m sorry.”

you were sorry? why? he didn’t need an apology, he- if anything he should apologize. you deserved his offerings and apologies, you deserved his effort- and he couldn’t even give you that. he couldn’t even do what he was meant to, he wasted air with every breath, he spent his time protecting the citizens that hurt you. you shouldn’t be giving you his food, he should be giving you his blade, his armor, his mask, his- his faith.

he didn’t deserve to cry. but when he took a look at his own actions, he couldn’t help but think that he should be the one with blood on his skin, with ragged clothes and heaving breaths.

(he should be dead for what he allowed to happen to you.)

“please eat,” you sobbed, nudging him with the hand holding the almonds. “i can- i’m- you can trust me.”

(you shouldn’t trust him.)

“please…”

he hated seeing you cry. he hated hearing your sobs and knowing he was indirectly part of the cause. he hated that he was too much of a coward to take any serious action, he hated that he still stood besides your enemies, he hated that some of your blood fell on his hands, hated that every ounce of strength he had was one that you didn’t, and it was his fault. at least partially.

(entirely.)

your cries took words, pleads to the wildlife for a world they didn’t know, people and names you begged to carry you from your position.

“i just wanted to have fun.” you should be. you should be dressed in gold with jewelry of silver, you should be smiling and dancing with the ones you had blessed, traveling nations not as a fugitive, but as a god. “i never meant to come here. i never meant to be a problem.”

he hates that he knows you’d be safer in your previous world. he hates it. he hates it. he hates the adepti, he hates the millelith, the knights, the matra, he hates every blade that dared to cross your skin.

(he hates himself. he hates that he’s never done enough. he hates that he’s still so much of a coward he can���t take any action, not even against himself. he should turn his spear on himself, for allowing such heresy.)

you sniffled, harshly wiping at your eyes.

“god, why can’t i just die?”

ice frosted xiao’s veins.

he would understand if you were angry. he would understand if your tears were of frustration, if you beat at the ground instead of your aggressor’s bones, if you wanted to shout and take out your anger on the sky. he’d offer himself for your wrath—at least then he could finally be of service—but for you to wish to offer your life?

for you to be convinced that the death of a god was the only solution for the falsehood of another…

how long had this thought been in your head? how long had you offhandedly thought of letting yourself be captured, be slain, of giving up what you had blessed upon so many? how many times had you debating letting a wound get worse, of allowing infection to rid you of the thorns of this world?

xiao hopped up your arm, cooing sadly and curling into your neck.

he wished he could do more. he wished that he could hold you with human arms, he wished he could give you faith in your own creations, he wished he could whisk you away and take on the world himself, that he could fight on your behalf, that you would remain safe and if anything, he would be the one to die.

“don’t cry,” you said shakily, awkwardly reaching to pet over his wings.

how could he not, when his god had forsaken everything, including themself?

#m1d : [chats] #m1d : [secrets] #bird!xiao shenanigans #fuck t all the bird xiao stuff is now under this tag #we ball baby #owl anon #ALSO. THE COLORS IN THIS ASK. I AM GIVING YOU A KISS ON THE FOREHEAD AND TUCKING YOU INTO BED BTW. #hhrrrrrrrr me when colors #i should make a bird xiao tag. hm. #eh but they’re on the masterlist who cares

[alizalayne]

omg girlies you’re never gonna believe it but the witchfinder general is hot on my trail

(this is a removal request for beetle by a ??? local political candidate in northern VA???? who is i guess running on an anti witchcraft platform??)

alt text is there if you can’t read the handwriting. i think this is very very very funny. i don’t think she knows girls kiss in it

#my favorite part is the part where she says i am promoting a challenging attitude in children. #that is correct!!!! you got it!!! lol #basically i think this was pulled from a masterlist of gay books by a group so because there’s nothing obviously gay on the flap #the person who happened to get this title just assumed it was there for witchcraft #i think she paged through the preview enough to find out that one of the characters is nonbinary and assumed that was the end of it #anyway she missed the big fat gay kiss :( #and the character who is so similar to her :(((( sad!

[bexieawfc]

     ✧ °｡ ●          M A S T E R L I S T          ●  °｡  ✧

— ꒰ ♡ ꒱ alessia russo

↳ i’ll wait forever (unc based)

↳ remember that night (part 2 for i’ll wait forever)

— ꒰ ♡ ꒱ laura wienroither

↳ it’s always been you

— ꒰ ♡ ꒱ leah williamson

↳ “we’re just friends”

— ꒰ ♡ ꒱ other players/requests

↳ guro reiten  — she gets the flowers

↳ georgia stanway  — more than just a media girl

#masterlist #my fics #am i really acting like any of these will get finished and see the light of day ??? who knows ???? #but x feeling cute x #maybe i'm posting this as a way for you guys to shout out me if i never post them #hashtag logic innit #and obvi if i ever do write more (lol tbh) i can add to this x

[visionsofmagic]

freyr x reader [gow: r]

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× summary: kratos' daughter find love with freya's cute brother; freyr.

× requested by anon: Hii! It is i the one who asked about Freyr, I don't have any promts or Ideas but can you try writing one? Maybe she's Kratos' daughter or an ally he encountered somewhere on his adventures.. then basically overprotective kratos. And can you please include Ingrid..

× wc: 2.7k

× warnings & tags: events take place between breaking the curse freya have and forgiving freyr & I didn’t want freyr die in this fic, so, he lives after the ragnarok. ^^ fluff, kratos' daughter!reader, touching.  

freya had a special part on your heart even after she tried to kill your father, kratos who had to kill her only son to protect her life. so, when she told how she needed to break the curse odin have put, both you and your father has accepted. it was good to finally have a time to break the ices between your family and freya because you like to spend time with her. she was strong, caring and beautiful. you loved her but one thing you didn't know was that you would love her brother, freyr, more.

freya called him as yngvi but you knew his name was freyr since one of his statues was in the realm of elves. he had so many similarities with his sister. they looked so alike. you could tell he took some of his features from his sister. same hair color, same braided hair style, same eyes, and much more but no, for you, they weren't the same. for you, freyr was something else. he was different from freya because when you were looking at him, you felt something unfamiliar that you weren't feeling when it was the eyes of freya you looked at. freya was like a friend to you now but freyr was like a - soulmate that your hearts seeks.

it was just a little time you spent together, yes, but you couldn't help but feel like this. feel good beside him.

you remembered the first time you saw him, after you and kratos, your father, followed freya to her realm where she was born. the realm was looking magical. but him - he looked more beautiful than the realm's itself. he was hostile towards you firstly, trying to protect his realm and people, his friends. then, thanks to freya's appearance, he changed his mind on you. he looked both of you, studying what kind of God you were, you and your father. he even looked at you for a certain time to make kratos took a few step to him while covering your smaller body with his. not knowing freyr yet, his gesture was understandable. however, you could feel shyness and nervous feelings coming out of freyr who made a joke about the whole situation, "not saw a God like you - I mean two of you, not only her." he chuckled a little bit that probably would make freya roll her eyes if she was in human form. then, kratos made a hmm sound, referring to that it was okay but he has to be careful. oh, the protective attitude he had.

you had pink cheek too because you didn't know whether he meant to look at you because he found you interesting or he was just curious about where you come from but he made you feel shy at that moment.

then, freya and kratos left the place freyr and his friends were staying.

you could remember the conversation you and your father had, "be careful. we can't trust them. not yet." rolling your eyes, you nodded, "I know father but they are freya's family." you were referring to freyr especially. "they mean no harm."

"just listen to me once." he added, and mimir who was listening you while you were talking far from the camp, wanted to add something to make the air's nervous level decrease since kratos showed a great protection for your safety.

"leave her, brother. she needs to find new friends. the age she is in now requires to find someone -"

"no." this all what kratos said, feeling something unfamiliar in his chest because of being not ready for you to have - special someone. however, it wasn't something like this, as you thought. indeed, it was. you learned it with time.

touching his arm, you smiled, "I will be okay father. do not worry. I am your daughter after all."

he nodded, relieved to hear your confident and trustful voice. as he turned around to leave the camp with freya, you saw mimir's face; smirking mischievously and winking. how you loved to old man. he was understanding you well and it wasn't a sin to feel - excited.

after they left the camp, you went to meet with friends of freyr who were speaking with each other around the fire. hildisvini was one of them who was a vanir archer. he was a good speaker and you kept talking with him since you were fond of bows and arrows 'till mimir's voice took your attention. leaving hildisvini with a gentle manner, you went to where mimir' s voice came from and then you saw him again, smiling to mimir while talking about an old memory as you understood.

"mimir?" you asked to took their attention on you. "I thought you went with my dad."

mimir spoke while freyr brown eyes turned to, making you feel shy again, not a familiar feeling for you.

"I wanted to speak with freyr since it was a long time ago we spoke."

nodding to him, you said, smiling a little, "it would be a shame if freyr wouldn't get the an apology."

mimir looked offended while freyr smiled, "everyone know what a pain in the ass you are."

mimir rolled his eyes as you made your way to look at the table in which mimir's head was staying, right in front of freyr as he put his hands on it.

it had a map of vanaheim on it, a guide for the next events that will come. studying it, you asked to freyr while avoiding any eye contact because he was close and you could faint any moment.

"is it okay for me to look? if it is a secret and important thing, I can turn around."

he came to your side, he put his hands on the table, right next to you, leaving just a few inches between your little fingers. you could feel his warm, radiating from his body to yours.

"it's okay. my sister trust you with her life after all, I can see it in her eyes."

nodding to him, you tried to focus on the map but it was so hard. it became harder as he turned around, putting his waist rather than his hands. he threw one leg over other while leaning back to the table's edge and crossing his arms together. he was looking good with his brown hair that has some white parts and beams that looks beautiful. you wondered who made his hair. you wondered how it could feel good to play with it.

to think about this made you realize how you acted like a teenager rather than a mature woman. it was the first time you had this kind of excitement, making you wanna burn your face into the leaves, hiding it from freyr who was looking at you like mimir wasn't there.

his green and brown colored armor was looking cute on him. it was right contrast to yours; light blue and black. a suit like armor that covers your body, making it look cute but charming.

"mimir told me that you have a magnificent power on magic."

smirking to mimir who was trying to look at the map like you but probably was listening your conversation with freyr, you said, "is it right, mimir? I never thought you liked my magic."

"I do not like it my lady, especially when you use it for making my beard sparkle in nights." both you and freyr chuckled because he still had some sparkles on his beard, showing how it would look like with full sparkles. "but I would not deny how well you are good at it."

nodding to him, you felt proud. taking a compliment from the smartest man alive was heart-warming. however, your happiness and proud went higher as freyr said, "I would like to see it since I assume you are really a powerful magician."

looking at his eyes, you two shared a stare that lasted long enough to make mimir giving a fake cough. you and freyr stopped looking at each other but you could see his brown eyes still with his visible mark on his lips. you wanted to ask how he got it but it was for another day.

you looked at the camp, "should I show it in here?"

freyr looked at the camp and to his friends too. "wherever you like."

mimir added, "can you leave me to sigrun on your way to inside the forest my lady?"

nodding to him, you turned to freyr who was waiting for your answer, "the forest then."

° ° °

and here you were, standing in a big and old tree that had same magnificent and beautiful colors on it still, aging like a wine as midgard people said. however, it had some dead flowers around it, would look heart broken if they had human forms. feeling their sadness because of the death that was coming for them, you knelt down, touching them gently.

"come," you said to freyr, the god of rain and fertility as mimir said, "you should be close enough to my magic and its main intent."

freyr copied your posture, kneeling down to your level but standing taller than you still. he touched the same flowers you touched one by one and when your hands crashed into each other, a fresh and soft jolt traveled on your bodies from fingers to inside. looking at him while he looked at you, you began to sing a melody, sounding so peaceful as the tattoos you had on your right arm began to shine with a blue sparkle, magic flows from your heart to the flowers. and one by one, they reached the life they deserved, blooming again with powerful colors they had once.

freyr looked at them, surprised but impressed.

when all the flowers found their life again, you didn't take back your hand and so did freyr.

he said, smiling to flowers, "I never see them so beautiful. this realm, my home, is not what it is used to be but now - it looks like same as the past. you give them life. the life they needed."

he turned to you, smiling still, "thank you. I appreciate it. I really do."

smiling to him, feeling happier than before, you stood up with freyr, holding each other's hands like they were where they should be.

then, after a long time, touching and looking at each other, he broke the silence." but I believe you have more than this. you even have an arrow and bows on your back."

you left his hand, taking your weapons from your back to show him, you said, "I was once a sword master. I had a magical one too but I lost it, a long time ago."

freyr, maybe for the first time, looked sad. you was going to ask if you said something wrong but he began to speak, feeling a little sadness in his eyes, "I had one too. it was - it was good to have it in my hand. it even had a name."

"oh," you said, feeling sad like he did. "I am sorry. I didn't mean to."

"it's okay. you wouldn't know." he smiled, wanting make you feel well.

to change the topic from a sad event to fun one, you smiled, asking him more questions about the sword he had once with your curiosity. "you said it had a name. what was it? or should I guess?"

he nodded, smirking, beginning to feel good again with your playful attitude.

as he began to walk, you put the weapons you had back into their places, following him while traveling around the realm.

"uhm, can it be -" you put a finger on your chin, thinking about it. "the magnificent sword of the lord freyr?"

laughing at your comment, he said as you impressed the way he laugh, looking cute. "no. of course not! it's so long. I can't even remember it."

shrugging, you said, "I tried my chance. so, what was its name?"

"ingrid." he said, "I named him as ingrid."

"ingrid." you repeated, "It's a good name. I liked it."

"you would like ingrid if it was here, with me."

looking at his hand which he was focusing on, you said, "I will. I believe one day, I will see it with you."

smiling at you, he gave you a meaningful and thankful look, making you smile too and you realized that how this stranger god made you smile so much in a day with only spending a little time. he would give much more happiness, you believed, with times you would spend with him in the future. you wished you would have chance to spend more times.

° ° °

"y/n." your father's voice took your attention from freyr who was sitting on your left side, on the wood that was around the fire. your conversation about your personal beliefs and more was interrupted by kratos but you felt relief because of seeing him in one piece even if knowing there was no one that could hurt him.

"father!" you said happily, hugging him for a short time when you saw freya in her human form. you smiled, already feeling she broke the spell with your father. "I am happy to see that you have gained your freedom frigg."

she smiled at you, saying, "thanks to kratos." to show she forgave your father.

as you looked at kratos, smiling more, he nodded to you and freya left your side to have a gloomy but long waited réunion.

you watched them as kratos asked, "did you were well and safe?"

you nodded to him, "I was father. and I made new friends as well. they all are good."

mimir who was on the hand of brok came to scene with brok, "I see you broke the spell, brother. well done."

"and don't worry for the kid," brok added, handing mimir's head to kratos which was a funny scene to look at, "she is doing well. it's time to finally finding some friend. and freyr is not a dumbass too. it's a good sign."

kratos said 'hmm', not giving enough acknowledgement but accepting the fact that you were on the age in which you could decide on your own.

mimir said in a low tone, probably for hiding it from you but you could hear his voice still," don't worry brother. freya would teach her the 'woo'."

"mimir!" your father said with a deep and warning tone. wait, what was woo?

° ° °

"hey.”

you stopped to tying your hair into braided style when you heard freyr's voice.

you turned back to him, looking at his smiling face and pick colored cheeks that were visible, making you smile too.

"hey."

pointing to your side, he said, "can I?"

"of course." you slid over to create a room for him on the root of a lofty tree reaching down to the ground. "I thought you were with frigg?"

"I was," he said, looking at your hair. "but she said I needed to be elsewhere."

you were surprised to here that. "she said that?"

"yeah," he put his left hand on his neck, "maybe she could said that if I would not shut my mouth, talking about you, she would stab me."

chuckling nervously, he looked at somewhere else rather than your face.

laughing at his shyness and nervousness, you said, "she is straight-out, isn't she?"

"she really is."

smiling together, you spent some time in silence, having good time with each other's company, looking at the beautiful places of the realm.

then, out of sudden, you turned to him to only catching him looking at you.

it took you a certain time to take an action again.

"I don't know why but I feel we will have a long time together."

shrugging, he said, "I hope. I - I really liked you."

you gave him your right hand, "meet again?"

he nodded, smiling, he held your hand, making his warmth flow from his hand to yours, "yngvi."

you smiled too, "y/n."

and with that, something that will last between you for eternity has begin.

the end.

thanks for reading! <3

#gow #god of war #freyr #freyr x reader #a requested story and I am thanking to anon who requested this because it was cute to write with freyr ^^ #freyr x f!reader #gow stories #gow masterlist #masterlist #game stories #freya #kratos #mimir #y/n #thanks for requesting! #thanks for reading this #<3 #written by me #vom #rose

[jesus-in-the-womb]

me and my sleep paralysis demon looking at my monitor while i write a new pedro pascal one shot…. hehehe i’m back bitchesssss

#writer #fanfiction #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal #pedro pascal masterlist #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal is daddy #giggles #mischievous #hehehe #silly me hehe #im back #guess who’s back #i am a mess

[ofbreathandflame]

came back to tumblr just to find that @worldsnotsaid is gone? girl whyyy☹️

Hi anon!

It was kind of abrupt, and I do apologize for that -- truly. It's why I am tackling this ask! But, it was very freeing to delete that blog, and it felt as if a weight had truly been lifted from my chest to see it go. Bittersweet, yes! But absolutely needed. Constantly seeing asks box jump from 300 to 400+, the constant hate messages, the inboxes -- it was all too much for me to tackle, and honestly, it felt as if my blog was just no longer productive at that point.

I am always 100% behind the points made on that blog, and the problems in SJM's writing. My passion for those points will never fade or change for that matter. But I think the book community and publishing are just not ready for an actual change -- and it's tough to have the conversation about racial and abusive themes in books when people pick and choose when to chastise and ignore. It's literally like having a conversation with a wall. I can't honestly have a conversation about tackling racism in the book industry when people can't even let go of a book series that isn't even well written. We aren't being militant about the problems in the book industry, and its exactly why it looks the way it does. I don't know, I think I've grown apathetic to it. The urge for docility among reviewers disguised as 'allyship,' the flip-flop about abuse and abusive themes in books. None of it makes sense. And it's like the legwork to make it happen just doesn't seem worth having someone constantly throw vitriol in your face. It just seemed like it becomes a tit-for-tat straw-man debate in the end, and that -- again -- isn't productive. 'Tamlin stans this' and 'Nesta stans that, and it was like ?? Can we just think outside of that? We can't complain about the way PoC are always treated in the story and then turn around and defend an author who would 100% kill them off and let her white character wear their trauma like a second skin. Like how serious are these conversations when the ones having them are unwilling to stop supporting the author propagating these harmful tropes to other authors. FBAA ran because ACOTAR walked; ACOTAR ran because Twilight walked. These harmful stereotypes in these books melded and made the environment we have today. And it is what is.

As another blog asked, I will not be returning to that blog as it was deleted. But there are so many beautiful and articulate antis in the tag that adeptly explain the problems in this series and in much clearer and more concise ways! My blog was a rambling mess anyways!

Funny addition: And do you know the sheer frustration of typing up an entire post that's 2000+ with links and citations talking seriously about abuse and racism and how its portrayed in the media just for someone to skim the post and make a follow-up, sub-post that starts with: 'Tamlin stans always think.' -- yeah never again.

#anti sjm #a proper explanation for those in my inbox #and some of y'all are so fast bc those asks just opened like hours ago! #and to the other person who asked if i had my posts backed up😂 #i actually do up to a certain point bc i used to write in a Scrivener doc before posting on here so idk if you want those #you could just dm #me for it #i guess i don't really care what you do with them as the point has always been awareness! i don't mind you reposting them or what not #its actually most of my stuff in my masterlist but i can't really remember what those post were! #but yeah i am 100% done with talking about that lady and her books in depth #prob delete later

[onlyhuis]

working on my final paper rn so remind me later but. stoner bf vernon fic soon perhaps

#[💒] — june.txt #wanna write SO BAD but i am already pushing the deadline on this research paper so it must wait </3 #this is my last assignment for the semester so once it's done i am free to write !! #also going thru my masterlist i was surprised i dont have any stoner vern fics i thought i did #this thot is partially brought to you by my friend who keeps asking me to go to a hookah bar with her

[elvisabutler]

you read your lines so cleverly and never missed a cue series masterlist

pairing: austin butler x priscilla actress reader, nicknamed little dove/dove

rating: overall m for content surrounding the couple

summary: cast opposite one another to play priscilla and elvis presley you and austin butler embark on a romance complete with dominance and submission, character bleed, an eerily similar age difference to elvis and priscilla and more love than you both could have thought possible. what ensues is- complicated.

fic: one , two, and three and your guess is as good as mine on how many more.

headcanons: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve and whatever more

crumbs: on the vogue shoot. on jealousy. on something borrowed. on weddings.

blurbs ( not all are necessarily fully "canon" ): we built this town on shaky ground. suddenly we're writing out the same old lie. if i knew then what i know now. any way you want me that's how i'll be, i never wanted anything so much than to drown in your love.

questions answered:

on why priscilla is concerned about dove and austin's relationship. on why lisa doesn't like dove. on whether or not lisa can keep it professional. on dove's career post elvis. on dove's shows/what she would do post elvis on dove's career starting out on dove's opinion/reaction to the oscars if austin didn't win on dove's social media presence during pregnancy pt. 1, social media during pregnancy pt. 2 on what books/movies/tv shows her and austin watch on how she feels about her body during pregnancy on being firmly team boy during her first pregnancy while austin is team girl.

little dove's partners pre austin, a list/a primer

last updated: 05/24/2023.

#you read your lines so cleverly and never missed a cue #little dove series #dove series #*masterlist #*main posts #*organization #( yeah i know why simone and selena? it's because i'll admit this right now that's who I picture as dove. ) #( plus i'm sorry when simone wears a hooded dress what am i supposed to do? ) #( y'all can picture whoever i just never have found someone i like a lot lot for her other actress wise. )

[kakushino]

Grief is love's souvenir.

The poetic thought doesn't make it any less hurtful to be cast aside for one mistake (not a "consistent behaviour" you speak of).

I shouldn't look for external validation, but I do, and according to the consensus of the "big blogs" and ex-mutuals I am lesser than dirt and don't deserve even a "you fucked up" private message before I am cancelled. This pain caused by my ex-friends' abandonment is in many ways worse than my family member passing away not two weeks ago.

This feels like Johnny Depp trial all over again. You don't need to mention my name to spread hate. And you have done that. My asks have been filling up with shit - pure shit. (Other than the 3 anons and one mutual who stayed)

I do want to call out one person in particular who will know when they read this: For being a 'drama-free', 'non-problematic' person, you sure know how to vague post after stalking me while I'm blocked. Mean girl toxicity, you called it, I believe.

This fandom seems to be a minefield right now. I stepped on a mine it seems, so I am stepping back to gather all the shattered pieces of myself. To the dearest of mines: I will still be on discord or reachable through DMs.

Congratulations, you won. Are you happy?

#I will come back to post 2-3 fics in december for collab and secret santa #I will update my pet demon au masterlist too #otherwise you won't see me here #ever? who knows #I will come back once I stop hurting #i am a “live and let live” kind of person #tw vent #goodbye

[innerslumber]

Stucky Bingo Round Four Masterlist

By : Navya @mind-empty-heart-full

Card Number : R4064

I completed 8 squares (although technically 9 but I didn't quite make the deadline for that one...oops...) with 4 fics and 1 Moodboard + Blurb combo. I got a bingo line by the skin of my teeth! Thank you to @stuckybingo for organizing this event and everyone who has enjoyed my works!

Unrequited

Bucky loves Steve through the decades and slowly waits for his death. Angsty Hanahaki fic.

G1 : ("Jerk"). Rating : Teen.

My Heart Skips A Beat When I'm With You

Steve has terrible taste in Valentine's Day gifts and has to suffer in delicious agony. Retired Domestic Husbands fic.

I2 : (Art). Rating : Explicit.

Indelibly Engraved

A canon divergence story inspired by the Winter Soldier trigger words. Angsty with a Happy Ending fic.

N5 : (Howling Commandos), N2 : (Experiment), N1 : (Double Agent), B2 : (Amnesia/Memory Loss), and I1 (Stark Tower). Rating : Explicit.

The Sweater Curse

Bucky knits Steve a sweater with possible superstitious consequences. Shrunkyclunks Fluff fic.

N3 : (Free Square). Rating : Teen.

To Sleep, Perchance to Dream

Bucky is the new veterans outreach counselor and he stumbles upon a comatose Steve in the hospital. Moodboard + Blurb. Modern AU fic.

N4 : (Coma). Rating : Teen.

#stucky bingo #stucky bingo round 4 #stucky #steve x bucky #steve rogers #bucky barnes #unrequited #my heart skips a beat when i'm with you #indelibly engraved #the sweater curse #to sleep perchance to dream #stucky bingo round 4 masterlist #this is the first time I have ever completed a bingo line so I am super happy about it #thank you to everyone who helped me on the journey!

[hachiimi]

I honestly don’t remember who you are but your art is great!

#It is okai #i forgot who am I too sometimes #I was active back in 2017 ww #Also thank you <3 #i still have a separate masterlist for MM #can check in my profile #askhachiiimi

[jinwoosungs]

URL CHANGE

tharmr-barnabas -> jinwoosungs

#lmao my goal is to have all my readers question who i am #but the solo leveling anime is so good #lowkey have a crush on aleks le #working on my masterlist right now...

[nostalgia-tblr]

okay i'm gonna do a thing

I have been doing monthly fic recaps Elsewhere for a good while now, and it's not so much a thing on tumblr but fuckit I shall do it anyway.

So anyway, here's all the fic that I wrote in the month of August. (Be sure to heed the tags on these things, some of them are more fucked up than others but this wasn't really the most wholesome of months for my fic output.)

The main thing was that I finally finished my longest ever fic, hurrah! I started posting it in I think December of last year so it took A WHILE and then the final chapter was written surprisingly quickly, accidentally in time for it to be posted on the anniversary of An Historical Event that I can't specify because it'd spoiler the ending but like. I think we should all clap for that achievement anyway.

An Heir And A Spare (The Extended Version) (MCU, Loki/Sylvie, Explicit, 46,261 words)

The second fic of the month was Elementary fic, the one thing that isn't MCU fic this month so Come On, Eileen WELL DONE, IRENE.

Victory Lap (Elementary, Holmes/Moriarty, Teen And Up, 500 words)

Then I returned the MCU and wrote incest fic. Obviously. I can't really blame the selfcest-is-incest people for this, though they did slightly encourage me to just go ahead and write it if I was going to get accused of writing incest fic anyway. So well done them, I suppose.

but your lips are venomous poison (MCU, Loki/Thor, Mature, 1202 words)

Then, having missed Sifki Week by a month, I belatedly posted this thing that I wrote for Sifki Week:

Bitter/Sweet (MCU, Loki/Sif, Explicit, 3723 words)

Final fic for the month was 'frostmaster' (see, I am getting better with remembering the pairing names!), which I insist is not more problematic than most of the fic that already exists for this pairing.

Entertain Me! (MCU, Loki/Grandmaster, Mature, 1802 words)

So there, now I have done this thing and hopefully I will remember to do this thing in future months when there has been fic production on my part.

#fic related #fic recap #(that seems to be a tag some people use) #oh look i've done that thing again where i pick one or two characters and make them fuck all the other characters #i may not be 'good at shipping' but i am damn good at making blorbos kiss everyone they ever interacted with and some they didn't! #i pronounce “an (h)istoric” by dropping my H (like I don't usually do) because I know that An only belongs before a vowel sound #but usually i resist the temptation to pretend fanciness and just say 'a historic' like a normal person #behold how i am somehow MORE pedantic than people who pedantically insist that we're supposed to say 'an historic' #monthly masterlist

[savventeen]

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[a/n]

uh oh... who do you think got chosen? 👀

#thanksforplayingsvt #svtsource #svt smau #seventeen smau #svt au #seventeen au #svt angst #seventeen angst #savv fics #savv writes #i am posting this right before running to the gym so i'll add it to the masterlist when i get back #have fun guessing who got chosen lol

[obitohno]

someone really went to the effort of going through all of my masterlists—including my main one—just to report them. like, what did you really achieve from doing that?

#♡ jordy is thinking ♡ #almost every single one of my works has been flagged in the last 24 hours or so #even the drabble that i posted last night was flagged within hours of me posting it #so i know that it’s one (or more) person who’s just sat n gone through all of my masterlists to flag #like #how bored n sad are you? #idk what you hope to achieve bc i’m still going to continue writing #so i hope you enjoy lurking bc if you’re trying to put me off from writing on here #am sorry to tell you that your plan failed