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steddielations · 1 year

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“Shit, I’m gonna start calling safewords if my hand keeps cramping.”

“Or you could just say you’re taking a study break, that works too.”

Eddie tosses his pen onto the bed with a sigh, mumbling, “I’d be fine if you’d just let me use your flashcards.”

Steve swivels around in the desk chair, a little furrow in his brow that means business despite how pretty it is, “Hey, this is the tried and true Henderson-Wheeler study method that got me through senior year, alright? The flashcards make it easier to remember, and Dustin said writing it down helps it stick in your head, or some shit. Whatever. You asked me to help you study, Munson, this is the game plan.”

“I’m not doubting the game plan, Coach, but this is my guitar hand. I’m just not sure if Professor What’s-His-Face’s exam is worth damaging my moneymaker, y’know.”

Steve tries to look unimpressed as Eddie dramatically flexes his fingers, but there’s fondness in the way he rolls his eyes.

“I thought you said science was your thing.”

“I said freaky shit was my thing,” Eddie looks down, finding just the right thread on Steve’s sheets to tug on. He smirks at it, “So I guess maybe if biology was a little more— I dunno, kinky? I’d be a wiz.”

Just as Eddie hoped, he lured something out to play, it dances along the line between them when he meets Steve’s gaze again. Enticing, up to no good.

“Well, sounds like the Harrington study method might be what you need then.”

Light smut under the cut, from the next chapter of Trouble Looks Good On You

Eddie pretends he’s not already roped in, considering it, “Hm, let me guess. You’re gonna quiz me like one of your little study dates, and convince me to show some skin if I get an answer wrong. Tempting, but how exactly does stripping me down to my dick and balls help me learn cellular energetics?”

As weirdly hot as that scenario is, Eddie really needs to pass this test and— oh christ, a cockblocking mind-flayer must have possessed his body, because there’s no way he’s prioritizing a grade over getting naked with Steve Harrington. The dilemma must show on his face, Steve looks amused.

“See that’s the beauty of the Harrington method, we can switch it up.”

“You mean, you’re gonna strip instead? I have a feeling that’s counterproductive, Stevie, do you have any idea how distracting your—”

“I meant,” Steve reels him back in, “We could switch up the incentive.”

“Now I’m intrigued. A different incentive like…?”

“Like, for every question you get right,” Steve pauses and shrugs, “You get a kiss,” he so casually dangles the bait in front of Eddie. Makes it even more tempting, even if it’s clearly a trap.

“A kiss where?”

Eddie licks his lips, feeling caught when Steve’s eyes flick down.

“Wherever you want.”

Definitely a trap, then. It’s not like they have a ‘no kissing’ rule, they’re just making it up as they go along, but this is almost too easy. The way Steve’s clearly just charming Eddie into thinking it’s safe to come a little closer, sort of makes him want to fall right in anyway.

He at least pretends to put up a fight, “You’re just gonna hand over a divine ability like that? Being able to conjure something as precious as a Harrington kiss at will? Do you have any idea the magnitude of power you’re bestowing upon me?”

“Sure, whatever that means,” this time it’s a half-fond sigh between those lips that could talk Eddie into anything, “It’s just kisses, can’t do much damage with that.”

“Mm, you underestimate me. So what if I get a question wrong, what do I get then?”

Steve rubs his hands together while he thinks. Eddie can’t not look, seeing the way Steve drags his thumb across the large expanse of his palm.

“You shouldn’t go into it thinking about getting any wrong, that’s not a winning attitude. So, you wanna try it or not, Munson?”

He drops his hands, Eddie swallows at the sound of them lightly smacking his thighs.

“Yeah, let’s see if this trick of yours works.”

Rolling over, Eddie buries his nose in his flashcards with a long huff. He’s so intent on finding out just how committed to the bit Steve is, he pulls out his best memorizing tactic. Going through the full stack of cards twice, turning the little blurbs of information into jingles in his head.

Turns out, just the prospect of lip-locking with Steve Harrington is a pretty damn good motivator.

While Steve quizzes him, Eddie has to do something with his hands whenever he gets a question right. Clapping for himself, or chewing on his hair, or flopping on the bed. Anything to keep from grinning like an idiot every time Steve gives him some stupidly sweet compliment as he adds to the tally. It’s masterful, Steve’s little method. Keeping Eddie interested with the implication of the tally. Telling Eddie how good he’s doing, stirring up some other part of him.

Eddie doesn’t keep track of how many he gets wrong, can’t even think about that or he won’t be able to focus on shit.

His last answer is muffled into the pillow, gripping the sheets underneath when he feels Steve pounce onto the bed next to him, saying he owes him ‘42 smoocharoos’ for the final tally.

“Alright, where do you want ‘em, Munson?”

He cannot be serious.

“You cannot be serious,” Eddie lifts his head, wanting to bury it again when he sees Steve propped on his elbow, slowly applying cherry fucking chapstick. The way Steve looks at him as he does, Eddie feels like something hot and steamy on a dinner plate while Steve’s sharpening a knife and fork. “You’re really gonna make it this easy?”

It’s all Eddie’s been thinking about. Trying to figure this thing out, not-boyfriends who’ve done next to nothing and close to everything. How they’ve licked and sucked and bruised and came, but never kissed. Satisfied and starving. It creates something ravenous inside Eddie that only wants what he can’t have.

Now Steve’s offering it, he’s just going to give Eddie what’s become the Holy Grail in his mind. Goddamn unceremonious is what this is, not at all worthy of what Eddie’s built it up to be.

“C’mon, give yourself more credit, Eddie. You earned it and a deal’s a deal.”

He hasn’t and he doesn’t want it this way and Steve fucking knows that, rubbing his lips together and making himself look all stupidly irresistible.

“You’ll kiss me wherever I want?”

“Yeah, I will.”

“Anywhere?”

“Anywhere you want.”

So, Steve wants to play it like this? Fine.

Eddie turns on the pillow, looking up at Steve as he points to his scarred cheek, right where his dimple is that Steve once called his pretty hole— At the bar, drunkenly, and Eddie definitely didn’t file it away inside his most depraved depths.

“So, if I want one here…?”

Simple enough, Steve shrugs a little then leans in. Eddie’s not expecting the kiss to linger so long, Steve’s lips soft and warm against Eddie’s cheek, and the tip of his finger too, which shouldn’t be so endearing.

He slowly pulls back after a moment, his voice low as he says, “Forty-one.”

Resolutely unaffected, Eddie looks Steve in the eyes as he trails his finger to the corner of his lips. There, but not quite. Just close enough to challenge Steve. Kiss me, I dare you.

“Or here?”

The way Steve leans back in slowly isn’t hesitant, but purposeful. Eyes half-lidded and lips half-curved, giving Eddie a chance to back down. Neither of them do. Eddie holds his breath as Steve presses a kiss to the corner of his mouth, long enough for Eddie’s heart to pound. Cherry chapstick has never smelled so intoxicating, close enough to almost taste, all he’d have to do is turn just a little.

Then it’s gone, and Steve’s counting down, “Forty.”

Swallowing his shaky breath, Eddie points to the side of his neck.

“Even here?”

Steve looks down at the spot, considering. He reaches out and circles Eddie’s wrist, guiding Eddie’s finger to brush his own hair out of the way. Then he does the same thing to tilt Eddie’s chin, exposing his throat more. Eddie shouldn’t shiver at his own touch, but there’s something about Steve doing it, using Eddie to do it. The smallest shift of control but Eddie feels it, he feels it.

He can’t help but bite his bottom lip when Steve leans in, breath warming up the side of his neck. The kiss is a little wet, the soft plush of Steve’s lips fully pressed against that delicate spot. His head starts to spin the longer it lasts.

“Thirty-nine,” he can feel the light laugh in Steve’s voice, ghosting over his skin before Steve pulls back.

Stubbornly determined now, Eddie levels Steve’s cocky little face with a challenging look.

“What about…” no hesitation, Eddie sits up and tugs his shirt right over his head, tossing it aside, “Here?”

He lays back on Steve’s pillow with a smug grin, pointing to his bare collarbone. Steve doesn’t miss a beat, leaning over and bracing an arm on either side of Eddie, hovering over him.

Eddie pretends he’s not silently losing his mind when Steve dips down. His breath stutters quietly as the kiss melts into the dip of his collarbone. It feels so nice, too nice, but Eddie recovers, sliding his finger down his chest to the boldest spot yet.

“Here?”

Steve lifts an eyebrow at the choice, accepting with a smug look of his own. Holding Eddie’s gaze, his warm breath purposefully spills over the sensitive skin of Eddie’s nipple. Chills course all the way down to Eddie’s toes, his dick thickening up with it. God, he wants to glare a hole through Steve, but he can’t stop his eyes from fluttering shut when Steve’s lips touch his nipple.

It’s so tender, unlike the way Eddie pinches and pulls when he’s desperate to get off. It’s quick and light and just one is enough to have Eddie wanting more. As soon as it’s gone, he calls it back without much thought.

Eddie’s finger trails across his chest and down his body with a mind of its own. Everywhere he points, cherry satin kisses follow. Sweetness simmers under his skin. Just the barest drag of stubble from Steve’s scruffy upper lip leaves Eddie’s skin blooming red, a pleasant burn.

“Mm, more right there, yeah,” oh, Eddie sounds breathless, oh fuck.

Somewhere after thirty-three, he feels little laughs puffing along the trail between kisses. It should fluster him again, Steve laughing at how worked up this is getting him, but he feels himself chuckling too. His stomach ripples with it, stupidly giddy. Eyes closed, he just enjoys the path of Steve’s lips down his body.

It’s a slow course, Eddie knows the way, knows how to take someone apart underneath him. It’s different like this, being the map with all the X’s marking his spots, guiding Steve right to places that will ruin him. Releasing the quiet sighs he tries to hide, uncovering flushed skin. No one’s ever taken the long way around Eddie.

He almost loses himself in it, but no way is he letting Steve win… whatever this is.

Pushing Steve’s shoulders back, he sits up enough to hook his fingers into the waistband of his sweatpants.

“And what if I want the rest of them right…” he looks at Steve coyly, giving him time to object, but the knowing smirk on Steve’s lips only darkens as Eddie slides his pants off his hips, “Here.”

Steve’s eyes flick down to Eddie’s dick, almost fully hard and starting to curve up toward his belly. Steve licks his lips, which should make Eddie feel exposed, naked and at a clear disadvantage here. But, the heat from Steve’s gaze sweeping back up his body is nothing but riveting.

“All twenty? You sure?”

“Yeah, why not? I can’t do much damage with kisses, right?”

Eddie mocks Steve’s earlier words, thrilled at the reaction it gets, Steve scoffing a little as he places his hands on Eddie’s bare shoulders.

“No, you can’t,” Steve pushes him down on the bed, so gentle, but it still knocks the air from Eddie’s lungs, “I can, though.”

WIthout pause, Steve shuffles down his body, on his knees between Eddie’s legs. Then the exposed feeling hits Eddie, along with the realization that maybe he didn’t think this through well enough, and he really can’t breathe. Not until Steve leans down, drops a painfully soft kiss right to the tip of Eddie’s dick, and his entire body jerks and gasps.

“Oh… oh shit.”

#can anyone tell where this is going heh #steddie #steddie ficlet #my fics #steddie smut #kinda! it’s light #steddie fic #rueswriting #eddie munson #steve harrington #steve x eddie #trouble looks good on you

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girlboypersonthingy · 2 months

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hi!! i love ur writing sm :D

do u think u could do a pidge x reader where reader is english/history smart and pidge is math/science smart, so they became academic rivals (but they always secretly respected and even admired eachother), never saw eachother after pidge left for the garrison and THEN somehow find themselves together again on the castle ship. (maybe reader helped keith save shiro or sumthing like that?)

kinda a classic academic rivals to lovers thing

i daydream diff scenarios with her too often lol

sorry if i didn’t leave a lot of room for imagination :( but i’d love to see ur take on it if possible!!

THIS IS SO ADORABLE YOUVE GOT TO B KIDDIN ME RN 🥹💚💚💚 I love my little Pigeon girl, they are my fav Paladin by far. Also sorry, I bounce between she/her and they/them for Pidge. Idk it’s a habit…also LEE PLZ FORGIVE ME FOR TAKING NEARLY A YEAR TO GET TO THIS 🥹

Academic Rivals to Lovers w/ Pidge

So it all started when Pidge and you were both new to the garrison. You both kept hearing about this super smart person that was new to school and, in typically cocky fashion, you both assumed everyone was talking about you, as in yourself. But then…Lance started teasing Pidge about how there’s another new crazy intelligent kid and telling her she has competition now.

Immediately upon hearing this, Pidge takes it upon herself to figure out who you are, what your deal is and if she should consider you friend…or foe

The first time you two meet, it’s a bit awkward. It’s sort of like…both your friend groups helped yall finally meet and get to talking. They figured you guys could keep up with each other in convo, both being so smart and well spoken. As your friends all stood around, obviously clueless as to what yall were talking about, your friendly banter quickly escalated to you and Pidge very loudly debating which is more interesting and essential to the evolution of human life and knowledge, English and history OR math and science.

Pidge is probably now yelling something like “HOW ELSE IS HUMANITY GONNA EVOLVE?! SCIENCE AND MATH ARE ESSENTIAL FOR NEW DISCOVERIES AND FUTURE GROWTH AND FINDING OUT WHATS BEYOND EARTH AND-“

And you’re now trying to yell over her “YEAH OKAY OKAY AND HISTORY REPEATS ITSELF !!! HOW WILL HUMANITY EVOLVE UNLESS WE KNOW ABOUT ALL THE HISTORY OF HUMANS AND MISTAKES WEVE MADE AND-“

Everyone else around yall: 🤔😥🫠

From that point on, it became a competition, it was all about who could finish their test first, who could finish their book first, who got the higher grade on their essay or quiz.

Then, Pidge started trying to one up you by learning even more about YOUR fav subjects just to rub it in your face that she’s smarter and better than you in EVERYTHING AND EVERYWAY. (Not really, she’s actually just trying to impress you but also playfully tease you about it)

And guess what…you do the same. Y’all are basically like Keith and Lance with that love hate, frenemies type relationship.

And secretly…yall are pining so hard for each other, not so much annoyed at how smart the other is…but more infatuated with learning more about what the other is really into. You complimented each other well. You had a lot in common while also being total opposites in some aspects.

Pidge finds herself in bed at 2am one night with a book she saw you reading once. It looked fairly interesting and she wanted to see what the hype was about. As she read more and more, she began daydreaming about you as her eyes scanned over page after page, her mind focused solely on you as the words she read seemed blurry, not sticking in her brain…you were taking up too much space in there atm.

You found yourself trying to read about and learn how to code and work on tech. You found yourself totally lost and out of your element. It kinda made you smile…thinking about how she was already a science and tech wiz and now she was really getting into history and English thanks to you. Maybe…she was smarter and…maybe it’s all very important.

Before you could gather the nerve and swallow your pride and go apologize to her for treating her less than kind and being an annoying snob…

Shit hit the fan…

You helped Keith save Shiro, ended up in space in what felt like the blink of an eye and suddenly, you and pidge were attached at the hip.

It was like the severity of the situation and Pidge’s fierce determination completely erased your guys’ past together. Now, it was time to band together for the sake of everyone and everything. For the sake of her family.

You and Pidge began spending A TON of time together, often helping each other with tasks, codes, anything the others needed help with. Y’all were the puzzle solvers, the hackers, the ones Lance and Keith came to when they didn’t understand something, the cutie little nerd duo 🥹

With each time you two hung out, you found yourselves both relaxing more, joking and laughing more around each other, bonding more.

Pidge began coming to you all the time to show you new inventions or test out weird stuff on you. You were kinda flattered she always came to you first.

You began often running to Pidge after every book you’d read from the library in the castle. You’d be all excited about something new you just learned about Altean history, zooming through the halls with a huge smile as you look for your girl.

You bust into the room like “HEEYYYYY! OH MY GODDDD GUESS WHAT!!! Soooo, I just found out-“

Cue you rambling for at least 20 minutes while Pidge just smiles and nods along (occasionally she watches your lips move as you talk, only for a couple seconds before she looks back into your eyes)

As time went on, you found yourself becoming increasingly protective over Pidge, especially when out in battle. You…just like her and don’t wanna see your friend hurt or scared.

The first time she ever got hurt, or even got close to getting caught by the galra, she came back to the castle to see you waiting for them in the lion’s hangar, tears streaming down your face. You thought she would be in worse shape and even tho she looked perfectly fine, you were still distraught.

Y’all never really touched besides playful nudges and when you’d ruffle her messy hair but that day…yeah, you hugged her hard that day….

She was a little confused. No one else was this concerned for her so…why were you so freaked out? She was fine, actually more calm than you were atm.

You were so comforted and lowkey entranced by her soft embrace that you didn’t even notice Pidge was now on their knees, bringing you gently down into the same position, as you squeeze each other tighter down on the floor.

“Geez, (Y/N)…you alright?” she mumbles as she pulls back to look at you, worry present on her face.

“I’m sorry, I just…you’re like my best friend. I don’t know if I can do this without you. You…you need to be more careful!”

She was…frozen…watching your lip quiver.

You called her your best friend. The ‘best’ part really made her stomach drop. She was glad you two were closer now and not in a constant academic battle…and it’s not that she doesn’t consider you her best friend, she just…didn’t know you thought so highly of her.

Your friendship and relationship are a slow burn.

For months upon months, y’all just hang out, stay friends, bond over space tech and space history, occasionally cuddle, once in a while you’ll hold hands. Oh shoot, are yall falling asleep in the same bed? Whoa, wait…she’s started hugging you every single day. OMG SHES SO CLOSE TO YOUR FACE AS SHE LOOKS OVER INTO THE BOOK YOU’RE READING AND D A M N YOU REALLY WANNS KISS HER FRECKLED CHEEK RN, WOULD THAT BE WEIRD???

It’s a slow burn…until it isn’t anymore.

You’re the one to confess to her and Pidge is looking at you like 🫤 “oh uhm…I thought we…already kind of established that we…like each other more than friends…?”

You feel kind of dumb but excited nonetheless!!! SHE LIKES YOU BACK!!!!

The rest of the team is even like “Wait, yall hold hands and sleep in the same bed most nights. You’re not dating yet??? Hello?”

And from then on, you guys are absolutely love sick besties together. Not so much love sick in a physical touchy sense but just very emotionally supportive and kind and sweet to each other.

🥹🥹🥹

#voltron #voltron legendary defender #voltron x reader #voltron x you #vld #vld pidge #pidge vld #pidge voltron #voltron pidge #pidge gunderson #katie holt

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journey-to-the-attic · 2 months

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so let's give that 3rd anni request event a try

right, so jtta ended yesterday, and i did consider just taking a break from writing, but it turns out i Need to keep doing it or i get antsy. not having something to actively work on (no matter how slowly) appears to be very bad for me

3rd anni is less than a week away, but i'm opening the requests in advance so i can get started - they'll be posted here on tumblr (and probably also compiled on ao3) starting from the anniversary, which is march 7th.

[requests are now closed!]

you can also use my blog askbox if you'd prefer - the form just makes it easier for me to organise them. it'll probably also makes it easier for you to format the request!

i'll try to write them all - though this'll probably depend on how many there are. i also might have to reject some if i've already got something planned for the future with a similar premise

you pick: -> up to three characters (anyone from the cast - including the s4 trio - not including ik herself, since she's kinda there by default) -> a universe (some clarifications on this below) -> a prompt (can be as specific or as general as you like - just tell me in general what you'd like!) and i'll take it from there! other clarifications/guidelines below:

in terms of universe -> default will just be regular jtta - you can specify a point in the timeline, but if not i'll just work based off context! this category includes a hypothetical nightbringer arc in future -> also in this category, you could choose a pop quiz, devilgram, or story moment from the games, and i'll do a jtta version of it -> aside from that, you can pick any of the aus we've discussed in the jtta aus tag! (if you'd like to propose a new one, just provide some details!)

other clarifications -> this is mostly a jtta and ik-focused thing, but i'm open to things centering around members of the newspaper club as well! -> in terms of requesting pairings - ik and found family take priority, but i'm not opposed to these as well! -> just the ones with a basis in-fic, though - these are: wiz/alecto, belphie/astaroth, and solomon/mephisto -> jtta mephisto/om mephistopheles is also on the table despite not meeting that bill, justbecause it's just so funny to me -> you can request for zhaoxi/lucifer, with the stipulation that it'll have to be in the ddvd au -> i won't reject luke/ik outright, but if you do request that, please keep it light on the romance! i don't think i could do anything beyond the crushes/tentative sweethearts stages

#obey me #3rd anni event #(google form does not require you to add your email for anyone worried!)#it's nearly 4am and i feel so Strange bc normally late night early morning is when i write #sometimes very very slowly. sometimes i just edit and re-edit the same scene a billion times #so i'm impulsively doing this now

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weaselle · 6 months

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got me a hit list, swear i'ma get this done til the sun goes under the business; witness, this is crazy and witless, lazy lately: maybe the wiz kid just hid restless - put to the test his quiz is bested get to the rest it’s now or not again, get that got and then kill it til the whole damn lot is a slaughter pen, sweat til the wet drip drops gettin’ hotter than the metal that your kettle corn kernel keeps poppin’ in; hoppin’ and hippin’ and readin’ what’s written i gotta be gettin’ to the List no skippin’! slippin like fall, new leaves i’m flippin - givin’ my all just to keep on grippin’; breakin’ what doesn’t bend wrong way through, as i make it to the end of the long To Do

#poem #poetry

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oldestenemy · 8 months

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Hey! Just wanted to say I’ve recently read your ‘Forever Onward, Scion,’ series, and absolutely loved it.

I’ve been playing Wizard101 since I was ten years old, and your series perfectly encapsulates the reason I still find myself pulled toward the game, despite the repetitive combat. My aching love for the young wizard, the complicated characters that are the Drake brothers and Morganthe, the way the game’s atmosphere shifts as the wizard travels through more and more worlds of the spiral; your series has it all.

I’m a dedicated Death wizard (both because my terrible gaming skills depend on life-steal to survive, and) because I love the complexity of the wizard’s relationship with ghosts and spirits throughout the game, the lore that I made for the death spells that have you harm yourself for heals/buffs, and the added conflict of being a representative of a magic practically rejected and by Ambrose himself. But your series gives me a whole new view on Myth students and their beauty, and makes me cherish Professor Cyrus Drake even more than I already do.

I’ve bookmarked your series, and am going to be rereading it in the very near future. I genuinely felt so emotional, so glad that someone understood the young wizard in the way that you do, that I cannot wait to experience it again. Feel no pressure to work on updates or responses! I just wanted to let you know that your series means the world to me, and I hope you’re aware of just how amazing and beautiful your writing is to us readers :,)

Hey anon, I adore you, I am having a hell of a time right now and you just made my night, my weekend, and possibly my whole gods damned august.

I'm so so glad you love the scion series and that it has resonated with you so much. Wiz has been my comfort game for a very long time, I started it when I was eleven and while there have been patches here and there where I haven't played (hello three solid years I was in celestia) it's always something I come back to. Diving into it again once I was an adult (both before and after the FTUE update so I got a refresher on the original starter quests) really made me appreciate the things the young wizard is thrown into with little guidance or help.

I have such a deep fondness for the arc 1 story, for the Drake family and their struggles, for the way (As a myth wizard by virtue of Assigned Myth At Quiz Book when I was 11, hated that my professor was mean, made a life wizard, felt bad before level 5, went back to myth determined to stick it out and never stopped) that Cyrus has to walk with you the whole way through, watch you get stronger and wonder will it be enough, do i want it to be enough? Because inevitably you're going to kill Malistaire, no matter how hard he tries to end things peacefully, that will always be the outcome. (I have some mild HC-lore surrounding myth wizards as mildly clairvoyant, addressed in fic using the celestial calendar spell, but I always felt like Cyrus especially knew he couldn't stop things, no matter how much he wanted to). Cyrus Drake is so so so important to me, his trying to dissuade you in the beginning, to get you expelled, to get you out of this place where you will inevitably become a murderer by virtue of having no other choice. Having by the end, him thanking you for everything you have done for him, for the peace you've brought his brother, his sister in law, himself. His speech in the graduation quest kills me, as does the one at the end of Darkmoor.

And arc 2, while a little disjointed for me by virtue of having started it at... uh, age 18 or so, and not finishing it until literally this spring (and now I'm 26, so, it's been a minute!) hit so hard and so satisfyingly at the end that it just spurred all my ideas even further. The way Morganthe is such a product of her surroundings and the way nobody seemed to actually pay her the care she needed in order to flourish, the way that turned deadly so fast. While I know young morganthe's memories were tainted by her own emotions I cannot help but resent Ambrose all the more for them. His presence in arc 2 is that of someone sending a child off to fight a war with nothing more than a force ghost council of advice and a prophecy that might not even be true. The things the Wizard is forced to do especially once we get to Khrysalis just drive home how deeply they have been affected by what they've been through over the years. Enemies in Khrysalis start to question why you don't just ask for information, why you hit so hard, why you fight tooth and nail before speaking to them, it's because it's all they've been taught how to do. The wizard, as young as they are, is not a peacemaker, is not a diplomat, they are a soldier and a war machine for Ambrose's, and by further extension Raven's ends by this point. It hurts, and while I love a silent protagonist, I want to voice that pain.

I love love love Death YW lore as well, and yes especially as a school so prejudiced against and so pushed back on by Ambrose, not only for his own failings with Morganthe, but for his failure to the students of the Death school after Malistaire's departure. I love the wizard as someone who (in the case of a death student) has to walk this line of realizing they are the next prodigy on the universal chopping block, the next great necromancer half expected to fall off into the pit that is darkness and evil and shadow. I love them rioting against that notion, and of pushing back against Death itself being seen as a cursed school, a dark school, it is essential, just as any of the others.

All this to say, I'm so glad the series has made you feel things, and I'm glad you want to go back and experience them again <3

I'm working my way through the darkmoor chapters in between writing horribly out of order (I got a little too excited once I hit arc 3 proper and now I'm all the way in Empyrea because I haven't stopped to breathe)

Thank you, genuinely this makes me so beyond happy.

-- Stevie/The Wizard Nightshade

#wizard101 #wizard101 fic #still tapping. less murder.#grey glass and hidden faces (anon)#lark is still playing funky wizard game from their childhood #seriously i've just been rereading this and crying about it it's so sweet i'm so at a loss for words #which may sound incorrect given the above but i am genuinely at a loss to show how much this means to me #anyways the scion series is going very well very good super great

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