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Endless struggles of malec fans..

Fans: We want a proper scene of Malec first time.. nothing overly graphic ofc.. but~ a normal proper one.

#Freeform / #Shadowhunters : No worries! You guys gonna love what we prepared for you~! (;●∀●)ゝ”

*proceed to give some ‘faded to black before any actual consent is clearly given’ scene*


Fans: We want more soft!boyfriends #malec~…. please and thank you~

Freeform/Shadowhunters: We got ya back, fam~! (*^∀゚)ъ 

*proceed to…

- Practically show this scene from a galaxy so far away that one needs a high power telescope to see it..

- Deleted this scene completely..


Fans: wth! no no.. as in more casual intimate touching/kissing between them.. nothing over the top ofc~.. just like any other normal couple, y’know~ 

Freeform/Shadowhunters: Ah~..ofc..ofc.. totally got it! ~(^з^)-♡

*proceed to give us Alec being the sweetest most loving boyfriend ever!!!…. to Valentine!Magnus*


Fans:….. Okay you know what, just…fine.. *sigh tiredly*.. could we at least get some sweet hand holding.. this time with REAL Magnus, please~..

Freeform/Shadowhunters: Ofc you could, love~.. (ノ゚▽゚)ノ


Freeform/Shadowhunters: See how much we love you~~ 

♪♪\(^ω^\)( /^ω^)/♪♪

Fans:…okay…



@magnusandalexander our endless struggles.. amirite or amirite? lol.. ^^;;;


#malec #shadowhunters

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ya’ll y’all wanted a selfie, ya’ll y’all got one two! 📸

I promised this like a month ago now let’s all go back to our simming and pretend this didn’t happen

I TOLD YOU I WOULD

WELLLLLlll okay it’s not a shirt, but only because the original image itself was an odd dimension size and a bit too small and resizing it would have made it blurry when printing on a shirt. BUT when I get a bit of free time (pffttttcute Xedra, ‘free time’) I want to remake the image to be of a high enough resolution to print on a shirt. :D

But I do love me some mugs, so I’m more than pleased as punch right now. A mighty thirst indeed ahuhuhuh~ :D Thanks so much, @asrielisdeadandfloweyisabitch <3

Something I like about the Souls series is the recurring characters or character archetypes and how each game handles each one differently. Solaire/Lucatiel/Anri, Lautrec/Creighton/Leonhard, Siegmeyer/Siegward, Patches/Pate, etc. But my favorite is also the simplest, and one of the first characters most players meet in each game.

In Demon’s Souls, this character debuts as the Crestfallen Warrior. Like the player character, the unnamed warrior had died and was brought to the Nexus as a spirit. He resents your host, the Monumental, for bringing him there, and offers basic guidance and background on characters and quests early in the game. The warrior is growing increasingly cynical and depressed as you speak with him, and when you give him news that his wife and daughter have been killed, he falls into despair, stops talking, and eventually fades away into nothingness.

This character archetype next appears in Dark Souls as the still-unnamed Crestfallen Knight. The knight, who like you is undead but has long since given up trying to fight his curse, informs you of what to do to progress in the early game and offers his opinions on other characters who have gathered in Firelink Shrine. As you bring more NPCs to Firelink, the knight starts to think the place is crowded and grows angrier at his own unsatisfactory situation. Finally he leaves, and when next you see him, in New Londo, the knight has given into his curse and become a ravening Hollow whom you are forced to kill.

In Dark Souls II, he becomes Crestfallen Saulden. Saulden tells you about Majula, the ramshackle community in which you find yourself, and points you toward the major bosses, but like past incarnations, he is sullen and is giving into despair. However, as new NPCs begin to populate Majula, Saulden starts to appreciate their company. In the end, he’s still depressed, but your actions inspire him to go on living. He is the only version of this character to survive.

Finally he becomes Hawkwood the Deserter in Dark Souls III. No longer crestfallen but still just as acrid, Hawkwood is a deserter from Farron’s Undead Legion who has taken up residence in this game’s Firelink Shrine. As before he drops hints about upcoming bosses and snarks about fellow Firelink Residents, but now he has an actual questline you can follow. A worshiper of dragons, Hawkwood requires your help on his pilgrimage to Archdragon Peak. Afterwards, he leaves a message for you to meet him in the Legion’s former base of operations. There, Hawkwood duels you for a dragon relic, and dies fighting for a cause he believes in.

What I love about this character(s) is how each game incrementally advances their development. He first gives into despair and fades into nothingness in Demon’s Souls, then loses his mind but retains his body in Dark Souls, finds a reason to live in Dark Souls II, and finally finds direction in life and dies with his mind intact in Dark Souls III. It’s a story of hope and redemption, and although it’s spread across four games and told through a background character, it’s one of the more uplifting stories in the whole Souls series.

Like, can we stop blaming the kids for “the fandom dying”? The fandom is 3 months old for fuck’s sake. A kid drawing their current favorite character and their fanmade OCs to go with it are not gonna kill you, are they? Did we not do that when we were younger, only on pencil and paper? Don’t like? Then please scroll on by. That’s all you can find? Well, you might want to keep looking. This fandom is, again, 3 MONTHS OLD. There won’t be Legend of Zelda or Steven Universe levels of complex artwork just right out in the open. You have to LOOK FOR IT.

TLDR; Stop complaining and shifting blame onto others for a quote on quote “shitty fandom”. We are young. We are about to get a game update soon. Probably even this week. Let us grow.

All I Had - Part 2

Summary: Savitar kidnaps reader because in the future she was his lover, she was there for him when everyone rejected him. However, she died and now he’s in the present seeking revenge from the team while finding a way to be with her again.

Pairings: Savitar!Barry x reader

Word count: 1754

A/N: Hi guys! The much requested part 2 is finally here. You gave me a lot of suggestions and ideas and I’m trying to incorporate them through the story to make it something enjoyable to all of us! I’m not sure if you’ll like this part as much as the first one, but I really hope you do. Also, this one has a lot of dialogue oops. But anyway, I’d love to hear your opinions, they mean a lot to me x

Part 1

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DA4 Wish List

-Tevinter fashion looking as neato as it does in concept art
-Feynriel, Zevran, Fenris, Dorian, and Maevaris
-More cool qunari horn styles
-QUNARI LADIES
-POC characters actually being POC in the game
-Field trip to Weisshaupt
-GRIFFONS
-not having to kill a single elf the entire game
-More on those lizard people in the deep roads because???
-Sten maybe? (Don’t make me hit him or anything though)
-Long hair options
-Let me explore literally all of the northern countries
-Loot. Loot everywhere. Loot boxes that scale to my character’s level
-Let me ride a wyvern
-I want to adopt druffy the druffalo please and thank you
-zero bears
-Sutherland and co being at least mentioned
-Krem and scout Harding as romance options
-Feynriel as a romance option?
-swimming
-Answers to: “where the heck is my warden”, “what the heck is going on in weisshaupt”, and “is Hawke still alive if you left them in the fade”
-Give me a pet Dragon
-Hawke bursting out of the fade, perfectly fine, with CL’s “Hello B*tches” playing
-Anders being ok
-I dunno Nathaniel Howe is probably due for a romance this time around
-I’d like to kiss Sigrun & Velanna
-let varric realize he deserves better than Bianca 2k17
-Bring back the inquisitor ft. super cool prosthetic arm
-Abelas somewhere I guess
-Consequences/benefits of drinking from the well of sorrows coming into play
-The return of Dog as a companion

Arthur young man you put your clothes back on.

Give me the super aesthetic weather (actual weather) in Night Vale. Give me purple sunrises that fade into pink and white that are scattered with swirled clouds. Give me cold nights that bite but also seem to have a sparkle to them. Soft rain sounds even when there’s no rain. Burning heat waves but cool breezes that pass through you just when you need them. Give Me Aesthetic Weather In Night Vale

Dragon Age Love Is ...

- … giving Cassandra the first Fade-Touched Silverite armor you craft, even though she seems to generate Guard just by breathing.

- … picking up all the Grey Warden artifacts for Blackwall even after you know the truth.

- … taking the Iron Bull to fight every dragon even though he actually sucks at killing them and you know all he’ll do is drink all your health potions and fall over while your tank is left hacking away at its ankles for half an hour while you mutter that you should have brought an extra mage instead.

- … dressing Dorian as warmly as possible before you go anywhere wet or covered in snow.

- … ensuring that Solas wears a hat in the desert so he doesn’t get horribly sun-burnt.

- … making sure Vivienne never leaves Skyhold in plaidweave armor, even if it’s technically better that whatever she’s wearing.

- … never killing any nugs because it makes Cole sad.

- … not telling Varric that the battle with Orsino made no sense (or calling him out for describing every cave in the Free Marches the exact same way.)

- … giving Sera a bow made with Fade-Touched Honeycomb so she can shoot magical bees at your enemies, EVEN THOUGH THE INQUISITOR COULD SHOOT MAGICAL BEES AT YOUR ENEMIES INSTEAD. Truly, the ultimate sacrifice.

Morphine and Mountains

Pairing: Bucky x Fem!Reader

Summary: you love your sleep but you might just probably love Bucky Barnes more, so you’re willing to sacrifice it. Besides, it’s Valentine’s Day and there has to be a good reason he’s waking you up at two o’clock in the morning.

Word count: 2,510

Warnings: none, just your typical cavity-inducing fluff


You were abruptly woken from a dreamless sleep by a hand gently shaking your shoulder. You hummed shortly in response, one hand going to rub your eyes as they flickered open.

‘Baby, wake up,’ Bucky hushed, thumb stroking your cheek, coaxing you out of your slumber.

‘What’s s’wrong?’ you mumbled, face half-buried in your pillow. You huffed and turned onto your back, studying Bucky’s face for any indication of a nightmare.

Bucky was kneeling by your bed looking very much nightmare-less; you could barely see him, the only light source being the silvery moonlight peeking through the gap in your curtains, but he didn’t appear scared or shaken in the slightest.

You sighed. ‘The sun’s not even up, Barnes, why are we?’

Bucky chuckled and leaned down to kiss your forehead. ‘Happy Valentine’s Day, Doll.’

You paused and then counted the days in your head. The mission you had just come back from had messed with your sense of timing.

‘I know you’re allergic to roses,’ Bucky continued, ‘so I got you these … Valentine … orchids …’

You bit your lip and tried to stifle the giggle that slipped out at his words and looked at the black vase that sat on your bedside table from which several pale pink blossoms sprouted.

‘Buck, you shouldn’t have,’ you murmured, cheeks heating as they reddened.

You appreciated the sentiment momentarily and then glared at him half-seriously. ‘Is this one of those things where you’re waking me up at midnight to be all cute and stuff? Because the morphine’s making me drowsy so this isn’t going to turn out the same way it did on my birthday.’ Your hands ran through your hair, styling it subconsciously.

He smirked in response and ran his fingers with a feather-like touch over your knee, wrapped in gauze and supported by a brace, over your sweatpants. ‘Is it hurting?’

‘Not right now,’ you replied. ‘And as much as I love you, I’m exhausted.’

‘I know but I promise it’s worth it,’ Bucky insisted.

‘What are you talking about?’ Your eyes flickered to the clock on your bedside table. ‘Why are we awake at two a.m?’

Bucky was ushering you to sit up, one hand holding yours and the other going behind your back to help you. ‘You’ll see when we get there,’ he promised.

‘Bucky, I’m a mess right now,’ you groaned. ‘It’s early and I’m still injured and …’ You trailed off, losing yourself to Bucky’s argument made by his soft blue eyes. Dammit. You rolled your eyes. ‘I’ll get up if you kiss me,’ you offered.

Bucky frowned, scrunching his eyebrows together. ‘No, you’re gross in the morning,’ he argued childishly.

You scoffed, a hand going over your heart. ‘You’re gross in the morning.’

‘You make a compelling argument.’

‘You make an irritating human being.’

Doll,’ Bucky whined, dragging the nickname out, ‘it’s Valentine’s Day. It’s an entire twenty-four hours dedicated to our love and I wanna make it special.’

His words made you want to throw up with how cute they were and you knew that he knew that. 

‘Well then,’ you replied, hand going through his hair as he nuzzled your neck, ‘by your logic … shouldn’t you be kissing me?’

Bucky huffed a quiet laugh against your neck and complied, tilting his head up and leaning close, stopping when he was barely a centimeter away from your lips. ‘I still think you’re gross,’ he whispered before molding his lips chastely against yours, muffling and silencing your laughter and sending waves of butterflies in the pit of your stomach. His arms wound themselves around your waist, pulling you closer to the warmth of his body, your hands cupping his neck as you kissed back.

You pulled away first, much too quickly for his liking, and you chuckled at the dazed look in his eyes as they fluttered open. ‘I think I should hold up my end of the deal,’ you smirked.

Bucky stood up and helped you swing your injured leg over the side of the bed, then bringing your black Converses from their place by your bedroom door and putting them on for you, tying up the laces and all. He held onto both of your hands and pulled you gently to your feet. He passed you your crutches, keeping one hand hovering by your lower back as he walked next to you out of your room and to the elevator.

‘Where are we going?’ you tried prodding.

‘You’ll see when we get there,’ Bucky replied simply. The man looked a little too smug, caught up in his excitement for whatever he had planned for you; you leaned against his chest, still slightly drowsy from the medication you were on and from being woken up so early.

Bucky lead you to a newly-polished black Audi Q7; the car was usually covered in mud and dirt from how much Bucky drove it around so a clean car, as simple the idea, was enough to alert you almost into full consciousness.

‘You can go back to sleep,’ Bucky said, climbing into the driver’s seat after helping you into yours and tucking the crutches safely away.

You could already feel how tired you were again as you nestled into the leather seat. ‘You sure?’

Bucky smiled at you, watching your eyes close easily and hands draw the sleeves of your back sweater over your fingers.

‘It’s a long drive,’ he replied softly. ‘I’ll wake you when we get there.’


When you woke up by your own accord, Bucky was still driving; one hand was on the wheel and the other was holding yours. It was still dark outside; the very beginnings of the sunrise were starting to peek through, preparing to take over. You could immediately tell that you were far from the city. The sky was clear, the stars freed from the shrouds of pollution and the near-full moon with free reign, overlooking the earth. Tall beech and red spruce trees reached up and brushed the sky, swaying slightly in the light wind.

‘Where’ve you taken me, Barnes?’ you mumbled, voice still thick with fatigue. Your knee was starting to ache.

‘We’re almost there,’ he replied, eyes searching the area in front of him. ‘Just gotta … find the right place.’ After several more minutes, pulled the car to a stop and turned the engine off.

‘Bucky?’ you murmured nervously, sitting straight in your seat and running your fingers though your hair.

‘Wait a sec,’ he said, jumping from his seat and jogging around the front of the car to open your door and help you out. ‘You can leave your crutches,’ he added, drawing your arm around his shoulders and his around your waist to help you walk.

‘Bucky Barnes Safety Inspector,’ you scolded teasingly, ‘how dare you.’

‘I know,’ he sighed self-deprecatingly. ‘Steve has corrupted me.’

You giggled, and looked around you. The front of the car had been facing a forest of bare and evergreen trees, shuddering in the cool winter breeze. Dirt paths had been ploughed through the ground, most likely by use of the area. Bucky walked with you around to the back of the car which overlooked one of the most breath-taking sights you had ever seen.

In the near distance, you could see a wide, winding river snake through the ground between several mountains of varying disordered sizes. The moonlight which was slowly fading, giving way to the approaching dawn, reflected on the still water like white torchlight over opaque glass. The stars seemed to be connected by arcs of sharp, thin light, scattered generously across the ink-blue sky. The mountains were solid shadow, almost pure black against the lighter background.

And then you realised where you were. These were the Adirondack Mountains. Bucky had driven for over four hours - for you.

You heard Bucky breathe a sigh of relief. ‘I thought were were gonna be late,’ he muttered.

‘Late for what?’

Bucky blushed and busied himself by turning to open the boot of the car. ‘To watch the sunrise,’ he replied, suddenly seeming shy.

You watched him, warmth spreading through your heart as the broad-chested, six-foot war hero shrunk to the shyness of a child; there was a hint of pride like he knew how much you loved him and this - and you did. Bucky Barnes was practically the personification of romantic.

You leaned slightly against him as he opened the boot; the back seats had been pushed down for more room and the floor had been cushioned with several blankets and what you recognised as the comforter from Bucky’s bed back in the compound. A dozen LED tealights were scattered around, nestled in the comforter. There was a pile of blankets and pillows (again from Bucky’s room) and a dark wicker picnic basket. You almost disintegrated from how cliche and cute the whole ordeal was.

‘Is this okay?’ Bucky asked quietly. ‘It’s kind of disgustingly cheesy, I know.’

‘Oh my God, I love you,’ you laughed, cupping his face and kissing his cheek.

Bucky snickered at your reaction. ‘I wanted to use real candles,’ he said, ‘but, y’know, fire hazard.’

You nodded mockingly. ‘Safety is the new sexy,’ you said wisely.

‘Damn straight,’ Bucky teased, shoving you much lighter than usual, still weary of your leg.

You let out a short laugh at him.

‘Okay, put your arms around me,’ Bucky prompted as he put his hands on your waist and lifted you with ease into the fort he had made. You shuffled back to lean against the back of the middle seats.

‘Y’know,’ Bucky started, climbing in after you and flicking the tealights on, ‘I’ve used a lot of different equipment, a lot of weaponry, I live with the man who’s the definition of futuristic technology and I have a metal arm but …’ Bucky turned the last light on and placed it back down, ‘I’ll never get over how awesome batteries are.’

You furrowed your brow and grinned almost confusedly at him. ‘What is wrong with you?’ you laughed, giggling harder when Bucky lightly wrestled you down so you were lying almost flat on your back.

‘Why’re you being so mean to me today?’ he scolded playfully.

‘You had batteries back in the twentieth century!’

‘Well yeah but now they’re all tiny and awesome.’

You doubled over, rubbing your face with your hands. ‘I literally hate you so much.’

‘Whatever, no you don’t,’ Bucky grinned as he sat up and pulled out a small glass bottle of your liquefied morphine from the basket. ‘You’re totally in love with me, you nerd.’

‘You wish, you loser,’ you scoffed.

‘You love me,’ Bucky taunted and passed you the bottle and the plastic spoon that had come with it. ‘You should take another dose,’ he said, the banter fading.

‘You really know how to please a girl, you know that?’ you smirked.

‘Yeah, I do,’ Bucky teased. ‘Doll, seriously, it’s been almost twelve hours since your last one and this is the only situation I’m ever gonna make you take a narcotic drug.’

‘Oh Bucky, talk medical to me,’ you breathed.

Bucky scoffed, eyes crinkling as he shook his head and smiled at you. ‘Yeah, okay, I think I hate you too.’

You chuckled and swallowed half a spoonful of the medication, grimacing at the bitter taste.

‘What else you got in the basket, Barnes?’

‘Er - only enough chocolate-covered strawberries to give us diabetes!’

You grinned and dropped the morphine back in the basket. ‘You’re the best.’

‘C’mere,’ Bucky murmured.

He held his arm out and you complied to the gesture, locking in place by resting your head on his abdomen and winding an arm around his waist. Bucky leaned forward, careful not to disturb the position you both were in, and drew a blanket across you both, tossing another one over you and then cuddling you closer to his chest. The man was a walking block of marble carved into the form of a perfect specimen; his chest was hard with muscle and nearly devastated with years of battle and torture but was warm and far from uncomfortable. His Vibranium arm lay on your back, metal digits brushing soft haphazard shapes near your spine. Your free hand fiddled with the fingers of his, brushing your thumb along his palm.

‘You okay?’ Bucky murmured.

You leaned further into his chest, finding it impossible to put it all into words. Throughout your relationship, the man spoiled you with dinner reservations, picnics on the balcony of the tower, midnight drives or walks after sunset. Small moments, experiences, memories. You figured this year, this particular holiday clashing with your injuries would mean that nothing really would happen.  Plus you were spending a lot of your time in a morphine-induced, drowsy, somnolent state And yet, here you were.

‘Yeah,’ you hummed. ‘I can’t believe you did this for me.’

‘Was nothing,’ Bucky replied, sounding almost bashful.

‘You woke up at two in the morning to drive me out  for four hours,’ you scoffed, leaning up to kiss his cheek. ‘And this isn’t the first time you’ve done something like this. You’re kind of amazing, Barnes.’

Bucky smirked and nodded slowly. ‘I’m pretty awesome,’ he said, feigning seriousness. ‘I mean …’ His eyes searched around, unable to maintain eye contact with you in his state of bashfulness. ‘In all honesty, I sort of thought I grew out of stuff like this after everything that happened. But … when I met you and started going out with you I realised I … wanted this moment with you and I wanted it all the time.’

You bit your lip and your heart practically swelled. ‘Well, I love it here,’ you told him matter-of-factly but unable to fully stifle your smile, ‘and I’m very lucky to have you, and I love you.’

The sky began to burn with the oncoming sun, a brilliant layer of orange and yellow lighting the sky into a pale blue that nearly rivaled the colour of Bucky’s eyes. A white light became brighter and brighter with every second from the base of the furthest mountain.

Bucky smiled softly at you, eyes brightening like they always did whenever you told him you loved him. Like he was almost surprised you did, like he didn’t expect to hear you say it.

‘I love you too,’ he breathed, lifting your hand that rested on his abdomen and pressing several kisses across your knuckles. ‘And I really want you to know that I do. So much, I couldn’t put it into words.’ 

The morning breeze, usually like sharp ice against your skin, was barricaded away by the plush blankets Bucky had surrounded you both with; your legs were carefully entangled with his and his fingers were still drawing circles in your back, lulling you into a peaceful state of mind where time seemed to stand still. You could practically feel Bucky’s love for you in your bones.

You smiled gently and lay there with him, holding him.

‘I know.’



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Characterisation in HoO

Formerly titled: because lili’s headcanons hurt my heart 

Okay so @lililibird did this and it made me emotional and we got chatting, and then she said this, because that first round of tags just wasn’t enough:

“Like it would start with everyone talking about Percy like he’s a god in TLH, and then Hazel and Frank and CJ acting like he’s basically the most amazing thing ever, and then the quest and everyone’s always screaming for Percy to save them bc he’s Percy and he can do anything and the DEVELOPMENT to make him seem human would have been stunning I’m not crying.”

And.. well… I got a bit carried away with my response and have decided to move the discussion to a place where word limits aren’t a thing. 

Because this idea is incredible. Just imagine it - rather than Percy’s character development just stalling and then completely flatlining over the course of HoO (imo anyway) this would be such a great chance for us to see him coping with the pressure of being ‘the most powerful demigod’, as Nico said.

  • Can you imagine Hazel completely idolizing him like the best big brother in the entire world?? Always thinking to herself,  “Percy promised I’d be okay, he’s gonna get us out of this.” Having absolute faith in him and not noticing how terrified for her safety he really is, because he did promise her that and he can’t imagine how he’d live with himself if she ever got hurt.
  • Frank thinking Percy’s what a ‘real man’ should be and trying to imitate him and wishing that he had cool powers like Percy before he masters shapeshifting.
  • Jason seeing Percy as a real threat??? Like this guy just came from nowhere and was nominated as Praetor, the Roman demigods saw him almost single handedly save their whole camp - So not only has Jason been listening to CHB gush about Percy and how they miss him terribly for months, he gets back home and discovers that he’s essentially replaced him at Camp Jupiter. This needs to be explored more!! I know Jason’s a good guy and yeah, he was wary of Percy at the start, but come on. Give me a proper emotional confrontation, not a fight where they’re both possessed.
  • Piper seeing the way everyone hangs on every word Percy says, how he can inspire people to fight and be strong and rally the troops almost effortlessly. So she practices her charmspeak by repeating his speeches to herself in the mirror, wondering how he’s so comfortable, how he became such a natural leader.
  • Leo just being so jealous of everything Percy is. Older, taller, better looking, a better fighter, popular, with an amazing girlfriend. Resenting him because he’s everything Leo so desperately wants to be and he doesn’t even try and how is that fair? (Not because of that bull with Calypso.)
  • Nico’s crush on Percy hitting him full force again when he’s rescued from the jar, because would you look at that, Percy Jackson rescues him again, but then his heart breaks when he follows Annabeth into Tartarus. Give me Nico absolutely pining over this guy he has idolised for years, simultaneously hating him and loving him. Give me Nico agonising over his promise to lead the others to the House of Hades because he’s bitter about how much Percy loves Annabeth but at the same time of course he’s going to do it because he promised Percy and he couldn’t break that promise even if he really wanted to. Give me Nico getting over his crush not because he randomly starts thinking of Percy as immature (?????) but because he finally gets close enough to Percy to see him as a real person, so his hero worship can finally fade. Give me a gradual lessening of his heartache as that crush turns into a genuine friendship.
  • AND ANNABETH glorious Annabeth omg. So everyone else looks up to her almost as much as they do Percy, because she’s so perfect how could they not? (More comments about people finding her intimidating and impressive and experienced and the best ever please.) And she’s taking it in stride a bit easier than Percy because she’s used to being head counsellor already. But Percy’s trying to be everything for everyone and he’s holding it together (barely) and he’s sO PROTECTIVE OF HER like ridiculously so, he’s always checking on her and he never wants her to go anywhere without him and it’s cute at first but then one night he gets in her way and she just SNAPS and is like, “Wth is wrong with you, Percy? I can take care of myself, have you forgotten the past five years??” 
  • And he’s like, “Oh thanks, Annabeth, nice word choice!!” and it turns into this massive fight and everything comes out, like how terrified he is at the prospect of losing her again, how he knows she can take care of herself but he can’t bring himself to risk it, how he’s already looking after everyone else on this gods damned ship so why shouldn’t he look after her too huh?? And he’s crying and she’s crying because she had no idea it was this bad and she just holds him and tells him he doesn’t have to take all this on himself because it’s not his responsibility, they’re a team and they have to work as a team.
  • “But annabeth,” he says, “every team needs a leader, a captain, someone in charge.”
  • “I am obviously captain, Seaweed Brain. You’re the first mate, and that’s only if you behave yourself.”
  • Things get a little better after that, but percy’s protectiveness still rears it head whenever there’s a conflict.

Oh man I could keep going with this forever, I’m so sorry this completely got away from me and turned into an incoherent rant. 

No Matter What. [Daryl Dixon x Reader]

Word Count: 2,893
Prompt: #40“You tried to shoot me!” 
                       “Next time, I won’t miss. Don’t piss me off again.”
Warnings: Language

[Part Two]

A/N: This is my first fic I’m posting on this blog so I’d love to hear what you all think! Thank you for reading(: & thank you to promptsfor-writers for the prompt!


Three days.

It had been three whole days since you had last eaten a real meal. Well as ‘real’ as you could get these days. You had managed to find some extremely stale crackers in a backpack you cut off a walker you put down over a day ago but you could hardly count those. They didn’t help the rumbling in your stomach. You finished off the last of your food stash almost a week ago when you were separated from your group when a herd of walkers came through your camp. Since then you had been combing the woods looking for any members of your group and rationing every bit of food you had. And that wasn’t much to begin with.

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