i do not remember the last time i had a 'legitimate' crush

Plagiarism Alert

Alrighty, I am going to try and write this as eloquently as possible, but this is clearly what happens when I deal with things nicely. Some of you may remember that last year, user RugiRugi on asianfanfics stole my oneshot “Bad Girl” verbatim, simply changing the idol and posting it as her own. After being confronted, she claimed she shared the account with another writer who copied it. She removed the fic and issued me an apology, which I accepted. I decided to check her other fics and found she had also copied my oneshot “Lucky,” changed the idol again, and posted it word for word. She took that one down as well, after I confronted her, again claiming it was the person she shared the account with who had posted it.

Now, it has come to my attention that a oneshot of hers (link) posted this year is very similar to my Jaebum drabble (link). After reading it, it’s obvious she stepped up her game and copied my drabble, switched it to Namjoon and added an extra intro (which may be copied too - who knows), and then changed a couple words around. Not only am I infuriated with myself for not blocking this thief last year, now I’m agitated because when people do this, our usual Google searches to check for copied fics are shot to hell. Literally, our main source of spending potential writing time scouring the web for our stolen material has been taken away when a few words are changed.

I was going to handle this quietly, but I’m angry. This person literally stole from me a third time (posting her story a whopping 4 days after I posted the original) and chose to be sneaky by changing words around in an attempt to not get caught. This shows she has no remorse for stealing and that whole speech of another writer sharing the account and was the only one who plagiarized is complete and utter horse shit. To my fellow writers, please check this user’s other fics to make sure you haven’t been stolen from as well.

Thank you again to the user who brought this to my attention. Readers, if you ever feel like you’re reading a fic that seems too familiar, please contact the authors. In many cases, you are our only means of finding plagiarized material and you will never know how much we rely on you and what it means to writers when you look out for us. This shit hurts, it crushes our morale, and literally makes us reconsider posting any writing at the thought of anyone hitting copy and paste then slapping their own name on it for credit and recognition.

Listen, if you can’t write, don’t fucking write. Take up knitting or try to learn an instrument. Changing a few words doesn’t make it yours. Stealing phrases or paragraphs isn’t harmless, it’s still stealing! And if you’re copying entire fics, you’re lazy and/or desperate for attention. Get a pet. If you legitimately want to write and aren’t happy with the quality of your own work, practice until it gets better. That’s what the rest of us do. There is no cheat sheet or short cut; writing is hard work. Don’t EVER steal someone else’s creation.

If I were on mobile, this would be where I place a middle finger emoji. I’m so fucking sick of this shit.

hear the choir bells sing

so i’ll thank erica (@startofamoment) one more time for this absolutely amazing list of prompts, and anonymous, who requested that i do this one. (title from marry you, by bruno mars)

25. It’s only half an hour into this stakeout, but to Jake it feels like it’s been an eternity. There’s a ring box burning a hole in his pocket, and a jumbled mess of ideas in his head. He knows Amy wouldn’t want him turning to anyone for approval, but the longer they sit in this car, the more inclined he is to ask Holt for advice.

Something is bothering Detective Jake Peralta. Raymond Holt isn’t sure what quite yet, but Peralta has only spoken three times since they parked the car half an hour ago, and, perhaps even more concerning, Peralta let Holt choose the music. Brahm dances through the still air of the car, but Raymond can’t even bring himself to enjoy it.

That’s a lie. He’s enjoying it a little.

At minute thirty eight of what is possibly the least interesting stakeout in history, Peralta, who has been eerily still, begins to fidget. By minute forty seven, he has maintained 247 consecutive seconds of movement, and Raymond is beginning to wonder if he should say something to the boy, who is now sitting cross-legged and drumming along to the beat of the classical music he claims to hate.

At minute forty eight, Ray Holt has convinced himself that he should break the silence. For all his talk of hating conversation, he secretly enjoys the constant stream of consciousness that flows out of Peralta’s mouth - an excellent source of white noise (at the thought, his lips twitch into what he considers a broad grin as he remembers his first stakeout at the Nine Nine, years earlier, when Santiago told him he should view Peralta’s constant monologue as just that. She was right - she almost always is.)

He decides he should be careful in how he inquires about Detective Peralta’s mental wellbeing - after all, he has no desire to make him uncomfortable or step over the line of appropriate workplace small talk. Currently, his two top ideas for ways to broach the silence are commenting on the weather and inquiring about the store at which Peralta purchased his leather jacket. Before he can settle on the appropriate course of action, however, Peralta has cleared his throat and (finally) settled again in his seat, his twitchy hands stilling and his legs unfolding and moving back to the floor of the car.

“Sir, how did you and Kevin get engaged?”

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anonymous asked:

Hi! I really liked your hc!!! and I also would like a head canon with the RFA +Saeran, V and Vanderwood with MC as the Daughter of a Yakuza boss (sorry if my english is bad)

You’re English is just fine, sweetie! Thank you for your request!

OKAY! Quick explanation about the whole “Yakuza” thing. So, like, I know that technically Yakuza are the Japanese mob, and everyone is Korean in game, but I’m a lazy sack of shit who didn’t know what to write in replacement of that that would be more appropriate, but… we’ll just have to roll with it because I have no idea what else to put down.

Also, before we get into the specifics, here’s a few wide-spanning ideas between them;

  • MC was the illegitimate second child of the Boss
  • She has an older half-brother, who is 10 years older
  • Her biological mother died when she was a baby
  • Her step-mother was the one who insisted on taking her in, and loved her like a real daughter because she was so freaking cute as a little one
  • She knows self-defense because her brother taught her
  • She knows how to act like a proper, respectable woman because her stepmother taught her
  • Her father’s underlings all dote on her as well


  • Yoosung is super scared to meet her family when she tells him
  • “I didn’t want to tell you about each other unless things got really serious.”
  • They go to her family home and he’s nothing but respectful and terrified as her stepmother serves the tea
  • MC never removes her hand from him both as reassurance and to protect him
  • Her stepmother loves how earnest he is
  • The thing that ultimately convinces her family that he’s the proper fit for MC is when one of the Underlings that’s had a crush on her since they were teenagers starts hitting on her while she’s showing Yoosung around
  • Yoosung goes a little yandere, steps very obviously between MC and the guy, puts his arm around her, and glares very scarily at this guy
  • “Hi, I’m Yoosung. Her fiancé. And you are?” “[says his name].” “Hm, funny, MC’s never mentioned you before.”
  • Immediately they’re sold. Hell, they help plan the wedding.


  • Well… they didn’t immediately jump for joy
  • Jaehee really wasn’t sure what to expect when MC led her to a very nice, traditional house
  • She was ever a little frightened by the people around the entrance, even if she greeted these scary people warmly
  • It wasn’t until they started doting on her and calling her little pet names from when she was baby that Jaehee understands that they’re like family and she has nothing to fear
  • When MC’s brother sees Jaehee, he laughs, but asks if Jaehee knows anything about protecting someone
  • Jaehee is a little offended, so does a judo throw of the older brother
  • Father and stepmother witness this as well, MC starts laughing and kisses Jaehee for her impressive performance
  • Stepmother is cautious, but approves of Jaehee being very polite, kind, and hardworking
  • Father is… well, he’s torn
  • He was expecting his daughter to present him with a strapping young suitor that he could scare -away- into submission
  • Instead he gets a woman who he just doesn’t know how to intimidate because she’s faced down the C&R household along with various other CEO and chairmans and walked out without a sweat
  • But at least his daughter is happy
  • After they’re home, Jaehee’s knees buckle from the nerves and she’s so happy that they approved of her


  • He used to be in a gang, but this… this is a whole new level
  • But he does know the culture, plus he’s an actor, so he’s able to be confident and friendly when he meets her family for the first time
  • Zen is immediately fawned over by her stepmother because (a) he’s so handsome and (b) she’s a fan of his.
  • He reluctantly admits to formerly being part of a gang, and earns the respect of the brother
  • That just leaves her father who has been eyeing him suspiciously ever since he learned Zen was an actor
  • His biggest concern is not if he can protect her, but if he’s (a) good enough and (b) will be true to her.
  • When her father pulls Zen aside to question him about his willingness to be faithful, Zen tells him about the Echogirl incident and says that he would do it again a thousand times, just to be with MC
  • The father just says, “If you ever hurt her, no one will find your body.”
  • “I would never dream of it,” Zen says. “Even if you didn’t threaten me.”


  • Jumin is not an easy to intimate man, so when they show up at her father’s home, he just walks in without flinching
  • He’s the perfect gentleman
  • MC’s stepmother approves of him quickly because he’s handsome, charming, and very successful
  • The men of the family aren’t so easily convinced
  • They know his father’s history with women, and even if they know about the RFA party and everything that happened, they’re still concerned that he’s going to cheat on her
  • He actually gets kind of scary when her brother implies he will sleep around like his father
  • Because, even the thought of anyone hurting his love is offensive
  • Her father ends up speaking up and admitting that, once, when they were children, MC and Jumin actually met
  • It was at a party at a yacht club that the Han family and he were part of
  • Her father remembers two things from that party; (1) Chairman Han trying to buy out his business to “legitimize” it and (2) Jumin being kind of a jerk to a younger MC
  • Granted, Jumin was like, 8 or 9, and she was maybe 4 or 5, so it’s a bit of a hard judge, but MC followed him around that whole party because he was so pretty, and little Jumin thought she was annoying and accidentally made her cry
  • So of course her doting father still doesn’t forgive him
  • Meanwhile Jumin immediately apologizes for that, and MC is laughing because it’s an adorable story and Jumin is being ridiculous for apologizing for something that happened so long ago
  • The men of her family manage to ease up after seeing his reaction, but remain wary
  • As far as MC sees it, as long her family and his father don’t cause problems, everything will be fine


  • He comes prepared with all their information memorized and a bribe of three boxes of Honey Buddha Chips
  • They’re impressed with his bribe, and when they ask about his job, they’re terrified
  • Because Saeyougn starts listing off their personal information (SS#, drivers liscense, birth name, date and place of birth, favorite internet search, last 20 things they individually purchased, etc)
  • They’re terrified, realize he’s a hacker, and they just kind of nod and say, “yeah, okay. We’re good. Please don’t hack us.”
  • Then they see how happy he make MC
  • As their leaving, Saeyoung says, “I think that went well.”
  • “Well as it could go.”
  • “I can’t believe they didn’t try to kill me after the whole ‘apartment bomb’ thing”
  • “They don’t know, and if you tell them, my father will find a way to kill you and make you disappear.”


  • V meets the brother first
  • “I don’t approve,” the brother says. “You can’t protect her if anything happens.”
  • “I can protect her in my own way.”
  • “Oh really?”
  • “Have you ever seen anyone attack a blind man?”
  • “…well no, but-”
  • “And if a blind man - or the woman he was with - were being attacked, wouldn’t you want to do something?”
  • “Yes but-”
  • “I may not be able to fight, but I can protect her.”
  • He’s earned points with father and stepmother immediately after this
  • Brother is still cautious, but he doesn’t go against his parents wishes


  • When he shows up, her family isn’t sure what to think of him
  • I mean, from the white hair to the black clothes…. he seems… interesting
  • But then they see the look in his eyes
  • They talk
  • He ends up fitting right in
  • MC would be surprised, except she knows she has a type
  • her father even briefly considers offering him a job


  • He didn’t once try to kill her brother, what?
  • Okay, but seriously, he didn’t expect to walk into the den of a mob boss when going to meet her parents
  • But it did explain a few things
  • Like why she wasn’t afraid of pretty much anything
  • And how she manages to keep such a cool head in crisis situations
  • MC is really clever, too, in that she knows how her family would react to knowing his former occupation (in that they’d either want to hire him as muscle or kill him), so she lies to them about it
  • She says he worked security at a data management facility (she’s not wrong)
  • Her father legitimately asks Vanderwood to go in for an interview with the security team at his (shady) business
  • Much to Vanderwoods surprise, things go remarkably well, and he’s invited to join them for dinner again
  • He’s so glad he ignored his survival instincts for once and didn’t run away
Star Versus the Forces of Feels and Procrastination: Timeline/Analysis Part 3

In an effort to crank out this before the S3 movie premiere, I’ve cut out a whole spiel on how Star totally screwed herself over in the Marco department, and what lessons are in that and why it all makes Star a great character. I’m gonna shove that into another post at some date in the vaguely-near future because that’s a damn important lesson the show imparts. Instead, you all get some hopefully-slightly-better-than-mediocre analysis of the last 3 episodes of Season 2!

Here’s a link to Part 1!

Part 2 linked here!

TL;DR: Just Friends has Star continue to do what she thinks is “right” by further pushing Marco and Jackie together. Star has accepted that Jackie has “won” Marco, so there’s no reason for her to pursue or have feelings for Marco, so that totally means the feelings will just go away (SPOILER THIS IS REALLY BAD REASONING).

Face the Music shows that Marco is still completely clueless about Star’s feelings for him because Star has been pushing him and Jackie together and has still only showed interest in Oskar. It also causes further conflict within Star by showing her how telling the truth isn’t always the best or right thing to do.

Starcrushed reveals that Star is able to realize that she did have a crush on Marco in retrospect; however, Star demonstrates that she still believes the right thing to do is deny her feelings for Marco until outside circumstances force her hand.


The big question that invariably comes up during this episode is “why did Star set up Marco with Jackie even more given that she obviously knew her feelings for Marco at this point?” Luckily, I have an explanation consisting of “teenagers are not good with emotions,” “character flaws can make feelings hard,” and “am I projecting my own experiences haha oh dear god why was I so stupid when I was younger.”

One of Star’s big character flaws is her tendency to avoid confronting problems until they are unavoidable. Even Marco notes this and points it out to Star, who to her credit is aware of this major shortcoming. However, Star is also a kind bug and she’s trying to become a more responsible person and princess. That’s still a work-in-progress sorta thing, and unfortunately for Star, the events of Bon Bon the Birthday Clown handily screw things over. On one hand, Star is still denying her feelings because they obviously complicate matters (she’s his best friend and roommate, Marco only has eyes for Jackie, etc.) and thus the classic Star thing to do is to pretend the problem-her feelings for Marco in this case-does not exist.

But at the same time, Star is also trying to be a responsible person and a good friend to Marco. I touched upon this at the end of my last analysis, but I firmly believe that Star accepted or tried to accept that Jackie had “won” Marco by the end of Bon Bon the Birthday Clown. This is reinforced in the beginning of Just Friends, when Star buys the tickets for Marco and Jackie and tells Marco that him and Jackie are “a thing now.” And friends help each other out, so Star should push Jackie and Marco together more because hey Marco’s finally got his dream girl and is so happy, and Jackie’s really cool and nice too! That’s great for them and Star totally wants to see her friends happy, so she should help them!

In case it wasn’t clear, this is not a good course of action for several reasons, but that’s the topic of yet another “in the ‘near’ future” post.

Other outside forces also make it really convenient for Star to not address her feelings. Star’s legitimately distraught over losing the Book of Spells, which is reflected by the fact that very shortly afterwards she attempts to retrieve the book. Pursuing the book is the responsible thing to do, and Star in Season 2 has tried to become more responsible and worthy of being the future Queen of Mewni. Obviously, she’s still not very good at that, but taking the steps to retrieve the book, and later trying to make a replacement when that fails, shows that she’s genuinely making a serious effort to mature. Unfortunately the timing of events means that it’s also a good way to not have to think about her feelings, because “responsibility” dictates that she needs to focus on magic/the Book.

Anyways, back to Just Friends. Star sets up Marco with Jackie because again, the “right” thing to do is to help Marco get closer to Jackie, especially because Star has accepted that Marco and Jackie are an item now. Star really, REALLY puts her all into suppressing her personal feelings and genuinely trying to help Marco and Jackie. She gets the tickets (something Marco would never have done on his own), she makes concert tees, she reassures Marco that he’s good enough for Jackie….and yea, it’s hurting her a bit on the inside, but hey Marco’s happy so it’s totally worth it.

And then we get to the climax of the episode, the Love Sentence concert. The analysis is unfortunately pretty simple here.

Star’s enjoying this. She’s spending time with her best friend Marco, singing a song they both love, and yes the song lyrics are relevant (better analyses of it have been written) as Star is trying really hard to feel only platonic things for Marco.

And then this happens. Remember, Star’s never actually seen Jackie and Marco kiss.

And no matter how hard Star tries to deny it, it’s killing her inside. Star now knows how close Jackie and Marco are, and in what way-specifically, the way Star isn’t close to Marco. But Star will do her damndest to make sure Marco doesn’t know how she feels.

And Marco believes her. Because he trusts Star.

Star tries to stay, but after seeing one last kiss between Marco and Jackie, she leaves. She’s accomplished her goal-get Marco with Jackie, but in doing so has broken her heart.


The big takeaway from this episode in terms of feelings progression is that Marco is still, until the very last few minutes of this episode, 100% clueless about Star’s feelings towards him. Which is still understandable, given that Star has only shown overt romantic interest in Oskar still AND that Star has been actively pushing Marco and Jackie together for quite some time at this point. Remember, Marco is not in the position of the viewer-he trusts Star to say how she really feels, and when Star is pushing him with Jackie and says “I have a crush on Oskar,” Marco believes her because again, that’s what best friends do. This theme/issue of trust and the truth is played up big in this episode, and it culminates with Star revealing the truth about the book during her Song Day. Star does this for multiple reasons: she wants to be honest and wants people to know who she really is and accept her, she’s got low self-esteem with regards to her abilities as a princess, and she’s still kinda selfish at times).

But the response of the crowd-overwhelmingly negative-and Moon’s response and rebuttal to Star’s actions, which is basically “yea lmao the truth is not always the thing to say” is very, very important. Star staked a lot on that Princess Song-she put herself out there and soundly failed. Because of the debacle that’s Song Day, Star feels that her decision to not tell Marco how she feels has been, in her mind, somewhat validated. Because sometimes the truth isn’t good enough. Or maybe it is, as we’ll see in Starcrushed.


Things start off awkwardly, as expected. Good job not being awkward Star. You tried, I guess.

Let’s think things through from Marco’s perspective, because even now, Marco isn’t actually sure that Star has a crush on him. Now you might be going “HOW ARE YOU SO DENSE MARCO” but it’s actually fairly logical. Remember that Star and Marco, despite the awkwardness of Song Day, are still very close to each other. They know each other damn well and have risked life and limb for each other several times.

Marco TRUSTS Star, or at the very least trusts her judgement when it comes to their friendship. So when he directly asks Star if she has a crush on him and she denies the crush, Marco accepts what she says because he trusts what she’s saying. Either Star says “yea i don’t have a crush on you” there are 2 options: either Marco trusts Star’s words at face value, or he trusts her judgement in denying it (meaning that she wants him to act like there’s no crush). Again, Star has done EVERYTHING to hide her feelings from Marco, up to setting him up with Jackie several times and flat-out telling to his face “I don’t have a crush on you.” And again, Marco’s only seen Star be attracted to Oskar. Now, Marco’s also feeling awkward, because Star having feelings for him would be super awkward given everything that’s happened up to that point contradicting the idea that she has a crush on him (plus the whole, y’know, Jackie is dating him thing).

So when Star denies it all with a very valid excuse-that she didn’t tell Ruberiot to put that stuff in the song, it was all him and she never knew and he was just doing it because he wanted the Princess Song to be different-Marco is glad to accept because it’s also the least painful path forwards for both of them.

And Star’s fine with this course of events. Except not really. The denial still hurts her like hell, and she tries to smother the pain by recreating her crush on Oskar.

But she doesn’t get the same twinkle in her eye when she sees Oskar, and the resulting scene just shows how incompatible they actually are for each other, and how Star’s romantic tastes have changed much in line with her personality maturing.

Star knows, even when she’s talking to Moon, that her “crush” on Oskar is a load of crap. She’s come a long way, but it’s only when Moon says “lol we leaving Earth forever let’s go” does Star finally, FINALLY decide to do what she should have done a long time ago, and tell Marco her feelings.

Unfortunately, the circumstances surrounding this confession suck, and we got this heartbreaking scene. On the plus side, as of the end of Starcrushed, Marco is now forced to consider-at least briefly-Star as a romantic option once more, for the first time since Blood Moon Ball.

Anyways, that’s the end of this analysis. It’s not great, I know (I might edit it better when I have the time), and the timing….could be better. To say the least. But I’ll make it up with some S3 analysis and a CHARACTER STUDY of sorts of Star in S2!

See you all after the Season 3 premiere, LET’S GOOOOO

There You’ll Always Be

Title:  There You’ll Always Be

Author:  Dean’s Dirty Little Secret

Characters:  Sam Winchester x Eileen Leahy

Word Count: 1579

Warnings:  language, character death, implied sexual activity, angst

Author’s Notes:  written for @klaineaholic 400 Follower Celebration. My prompt:  “If you’re the one protecting me… Then who’s the one protecting you!?” I also decided to use it for Angst Appreciation Day. Thank you @mamapeterson for helping me angst when I couldn’t angst. I took some liberties with the dialogue in 12.21 There’s Something About Mary.

Originally posted by ldrmas

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Steal My Heart

April @jilychallenge | @expectoepatronums vs @roseweahsley

Muggle au: “I just got home from work and there’s been a break-in in my apartment and the cops have been here and everything’s cool but i’m afraid to sleep alone so could i maybe stay at your place tonight?” au

A/N: I had so much fun writing this! Hope you enjoy!


“Hi,” Lily rubbed her eyes, leaning on her doorframe. “Why are you knocking on my door at midnight?”

James ran a hand through his hair, biting his lip. Lily just stared at him, eyes weary and slightly exasperated. He hadn’t really thought this through. 

“I, um, this is gonna sound weird, but, someone broke into my flat earlier.”

“Yeah, I noticed the police,” Lily tucked a strand of hair beside her ear. “Did they take anything valuable?”

“Don’t think so, I’m pretty sure my cat scared them off.”

“Well I’m glad that demon can do some good.”

“Hey! He is not a demon, he’s just misunderstood.”

“Your cat is not a moody teenager.”

“Some days I’m not sure about that one. Like last week, I came home-”

Lily yawned, cutting him off. “Are you just here to tell me about your misunderstood teenager cat?”

“No, um, well, the point is,” James sighed, deciding just to say it. “The point is someone broke into my flat and Sirius isn’t here and I’ve kind of been afraid of burglars since I was a kid, so can I stay here? Just tonight?”

Lily just laughed, opening the door wider. “James Potter, scared of burglars. You learn something new everyday.”

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Backstage, Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader

Prompt: Reader is a celebrity and goes to see Hamilton? + Lin

Words: 1210 (*Daveed’s voice*: whaaaaaaaaattttt?)

Author’s Note: You guys are insane! I hit 150 followers yesterday and I have hit 200 already! Also, someone take Lin away from me I can’t stop writing for him. Also, someone requested an Anthony fic…i’m so ready to sin.

Warnings: Long. Like, wow. It’s long.

Requests are open until the end of the month! Please send some in!

Askbox | Masterlist | Part Two | Part Three Part Four

After brushing shoulders with Daveed in college, where he was a track star turned theater major, you knew he was off to do amazing things.

That much was confirmed when you heard whispers of a breakthrough musical with Daveed’s name involved. You didn’t know many details, until it debuted off-broadway and it made headlines all over the world.

As you spent most of your time traveling for work, you hardly found yourself in New York at the right time to watch him in his Broadway debut.

Due to a little downtime, you found yourself in the city that never sleeps with a few months to yourself. You immediately texted Daveed.

To: Daveed

heard anything about some hip-hop/rap/historical musical? got tickets for this week’s matinee, any interest?

From: Daveed

told the cast you’re coming. they all died.

You giggled, happy they were excited you were coming, especially when they had such amazing people seeing the show on a daily basis. Thanks to several fortunate television gigs and a movie here or there, you were able to work your way to a successful career.

The day of the show came slowly, and you were practically bouncing on your cab ride there from excitement. A few people recognized you on your way into the theater and politely asked for pictures.

You posed a few times, checking the time to make sure you were seated well before the show started. You chatted with a few people you recognized on your way to your seat, before finally plopping into a seat and pulling your phone out.

A few people had already tweeted the pictures you posed for.

Saw @(Y/N) headed into Hamilton! Super nice! I expect a West Wing-inspired pic from Lin soon!

Ah, your short stint on West Wing 10 years ago. You nearly forgot how much Lin enjoyed the show. With a little scrolling, you noticed Lin had replied to the tweet with a simple shocked-faced emoji.

You went through to like and retweet a few things, deciding to respond to Lin’s tweet later. The lights flickered, signalling the start of the show was upon you. You closed your phone just as the announcements rang out over the speakers, followed by the opening notes.

You were probably the loudest audience member they ever had. You were completely entranced by the performance, on your feet after every show-stopper (particularly the ones that involved Daveed), reacting along with the audience.

You sat in awe for a moment after the final bows. You scrolled through your phone again, greeted with several texts from Daveed inviting you backstage. You opened Twitter again to rave about the show, to find a tweet from the same fan who tweeted before:

I don’t know what’s more amazing, watching Hamilton or watching @(Y/N) watch Hamilton.

Backstage was just as interesting as the actual show. The cast danced around each other, very familiar with one another’s routines. You’d never seen a group move so seamlessly together, and they were all moving around you.

The first was Daveed, who quickly embraced you and started rapidly firing off polite conversation, the usual, ‘How have you been? How long has it been? You’re famous! That’s cool.’

You posed for pictures, some cast members approached you individually and you chatted with them for a bit. Eventually, you begged and pleaded for a picture with as many of the ensemble you could manage and they were very happy to accommodate you.

You thanked the women playing the Schuyler Sister for portraying strong, interesting females, especially as people of color. You told Daveed you think he did alright.

You could barely stop yourself from blubbering over the men, completely enamored by each of them. In particular, Leslie may have been the smoothest, most interesting human being you had every met.

You were particularly hyped about Okieriete who, while played a loud mouth on stage, had quite the charming voice and the kindest smile.

Then, out came Lin. He made a bee-line to you, joining in the little group that surrounded you. You kept your attention on Alex Lacamoire, who was happily chatting about transition.

“-then Schuyler Sisters hits you out of nowhere! It’s all so seamless, your orchestrations were completely breathtaking, a truly amazing job.” You gushed, nearly at a loss of words, trying to remember every positive thought that had run through your mind during the show.

He was very gracious and kindly asked for a picture. Then, you turned to Lin.

“This,” You gestured to the stage around you, “May just be a game changer for me, as a performer.”

“That is the best compliment you could possibly give.” 

He quickly dived into a conversation, expertly dodging any talk about the show and settling on a conversation about your shared interests. His eyes sparkled, suddenly remembering something.

“Do you have time? I promised I would do a quick Periscope Q&A and try to convince you to do it with me.” Without a second thought, you responded.

“I would love to.” He escorted you further backstage and into his dressing room. He fiddled with his phone for a moment, mumbling about being ‘Old Man Miranda’, which you giggled at.

“Guys. History is being made here. I have someone in my dressing room…” He trailed off, watching as the messages came pouring in. His eyes struggled to keep up. He suddenly shifted so you were in frame with him.

“Hi everyone!” You called out, reading the first messages you saw, which mostly consisted of your name in capital letters. Finally, a legitimate question came in, “The show was alright, maybe a six out of ten.” You answered casually, before immediately breaking, “I loved it! I am in love with everything and everyone involved. I’m actually looking into getting married to the show.”

You answered a few more questions before Lin decided to call it quits and say goodbye to the viewers. You took a seat on the couch in his dressing room, and he dove into a conversation that lasted well into the night.

Realizing the time, you decided it was best to call it a night and try to hail a cab. He moved you through the building, saying goodnight to a few stragglers, and into the street.

“You’re in New York for awhile?” He asked, adjusting the strap of his backpack on his shoulder.

“Until I decide on another gig. Taking a much needed break.”

“So you’ll be free if I ask you out to dinner?” He sheepishly asked, still fiddling with his backpack straps just to keep his hands busy.

You giggled, wondering how this man could make you feel like a school girl with her first playground crush all over again.

“How could I say no?” He grinned at you for a moment, before noticing a cab approaching. He whistled, hailing it and holding the door open for you, “You owe me a date.” You pushed your index finger into his chest, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek before climbing into the cab.

As you settled in, your phone dinged loudly, you dug through your purse, seeing it was a message from Daveed.

From: Daveed

did he ask you out? this is important. i have money on this.

Super (Sappy) Hero

prompt was Disney au and The Incredibles is possibly my absolute favourite Disney/pixar movie <i>ever</i> and I looove superheroes so here,have a malec superhero au.
Also,my finger slipped so this became a few thousand words longer than intended sorry,,,,
@magnusbane-aleclightwood doing great job gud1 yay


He’s sitting in his office,looking out the window when he hears it.

Police car sirens and helicopters outside.

He hates to stop his work and he does have a meeting in an hour,but he’s quickly getting sick of the Underminer and if all this commotion is his doing, he’s having none of it.

Also,he absolutely refuses to let someone as base as the Warlock take away his villain.

So in a matter of minutes, he’s lied to his secretary that he’s going out for some air,changed in his car and is breaking a thousand traffic rules on his way to the scene.

(Whatever, it’s for the greater good.)

It’s at a mall and not for the first time,Alec finds himself questioning the Underminer.

What was he thinking?The mall on a Tuesday afternoon?Does he even want to kill people?

(Although,the Underminer is a mole, and Alec doesn’t really know mole behaviour,so he’s come to terms with the fact that his job stops at saving people and judo flipping bad guys,not questioning their motives.)

He reaches just at the right time.

In an attack,any time before the Warlock shows up is the right time.

Alec makes quick work of the Underminer (a mole who apparently likes H&M and left a hole in its floor when he left) and he’s just dusting his hands when he hears a soft Shit behind him.

He knows who it is before he even turns and really,he can’t be blamed if he feels a little cocky.

“Well,hello there,Warlock.Nice of you to show up,” he says goadingly as he turns around to face said super.

The Warlock seems stumped for a moment before he resumes his usual nonchalant stance.

“You probably think you’ve beaten me,”he says with an almost indulgent smile on his face.

Alec replies,”If you mean I reached before you and left the mole with a bleeding snout and possibly a broken forelimb with zero civilian casualties, then yes,yes I do think I have beaten you.”

The Warlock gives a little laugh and says,”Ah,my little Shadowhunter-“

“Don’t call me your little Shadowhunter. I am neither little nor yours.”

The Warlock plows on as if Alec never interrupted him.

“You’re sorely mistaken if you think I won’t bounce back.What makes you think I’ll let you reach before me next time?”

Alec rolls his eyes under his mask.

“That’s what you said the last time.I think you’re losing touch.”

The Warlock starts walking backwards with an irritating degree of carelessness.

“We’ll see,Shadowhunter.We’ll see.”

With that,he’s out the entrance and the next second, he’s on his bike, going god knows where.

Alec does a quick survey of the mall to make sure the Underminer hasn’t returned for more dresses from the SS 17 collection and on giving the all clear to the cops, he’s out too,on his way back to the office for his meeting.

(He buys a coffee on the way as well, because Superhero Rule #1 is Nobody can know.)

(Because if word gets out that he,Alec Lightwood, entrepreneur, CEO of Lightwood & Co.,investor, multi-millionaire before 30 is the Shadowhunter,everything is going to go to shit.)


Alec reaches home late,and he enters his building cursing the traffic.

(Also cursing the Warlock because he got bored and it makes him happy.)

He reaches his floor and he’s keying open the door,when the apartment next to his opens.

And out steps Magnus Bane.

Alec knows all about Magnus Bane.

He’s quite possibly the hottest man he’s ever seen,for one.He’s also a tattoo artist and he’s yet to find an inch of him that isn’t covered with them.He also bikes to work in a leather jacket .He has an extremely pleasing baritone voice when he sings shitty pop songs in the shower. Sometimes he does yoga in his balcony.He’s super funny. He has two cats named Church and Captain Meow whom he incessantly posts photos of on Instagram. His arms were carved by the gods.

Also,Alec’s been crushing on him for the past two months straight.

The above facts are probably the reason why,when Alec sees him coming out, he ends up dropping his keys with a “He-Oh shit.”

Magnus laughs and Alec thinks that maybe that’s the music played in heaven.

And when Magnus bends to pick up the keys with a “Here,let me get that for you.” Alec absolutely does not check out his ass.

(He’s wearing tight black jeans and oh my god.)

It’s all he can do to accept the keys from Magnus,say,”Th-Thanks,” mumble some rubbish about being tired and practically zoom into his apartment,slamming the door on his hot neighbour’s face.

It’s with a doleful feeling of Why am I the way I am? and thoughts of Magnus Bane’s forearm flexing under an inking of stars that Alec goes to bed that night.


The next few days go normally.No attacks by the Underminer,no more noteworthy interactions with Magnus Bane(who has now taken to singing Teenage Dream era Katy Perry in the shower,Alec is happy to report) and nothing apart from routine at the company.

In fact,the next time any of that sort happens is a whole week later.

He’s getting ready to leave at 8 in the morning for a meeting with Lydia Branwell, CEO of Branwell Industries, to discuss a merger(he anticipates it to be smooth sailing because they went to school together and got along fairly well)when there’s a news report on his phone.

The Underminer strikes again.

In a matter of seconds,Alec’s worn his tie,grabbed his breakfast and is on his way to the location.

(And also noticed Magnus Bane on his bike outside the apartment.It makes him look forward to this fight. He’s so whipped and he hasn’t even had a conversation that’s lasted more than 5 minutes with him.)

He reaches minutes later and the sight he’s greeted with is disheartening.

I mean,yeah, everyone’s safe and the Underminer’s trademark hole in the ground signifying his exit is there so nobody’s in danger,except there’s also the Warlock walking jauntily towards him,having the impudence to whistle.

He’s dimly aware that he’s whistling the tune of California Gurls and he’s about to say something snarky about the fact but the Warlock beats him to it.

“Ah,my little Shadowhunter.Pity you missed this one.I let him give me his whole plan before I knocked him out. It was fun.”

Alec’s feeling super bitter right now and grabs at strings to one-up his nemesis-but-also-fellow-super.

“What kind of name is Warlock?” he says almost petulantly.

(It’s far from his best but he’s pissed.)

And the Warlock has the damn nerve to reply, ”The kind that you’re going to be crying out tonight.”

And then he winks.

Alec’s left dumbstruck as the Warlock (damn him) walks past him saying,”I don’t have time to give you the details,but it’ll probably be all over the news,so you can catch the mole’s evil plan to destroy the city and all that jazz.”



Apparently,the mole has a legitimate evil plan to destroy the city and all that jazz.

Alec does,indeed,catch it on the news that evening as he’s eating his dinner and frankly,he doesn’t know if he should take it seriously or not.

The Underminer is…a mole. All his attacks so far seem pretty low-key. He seems like one of those small-time villains trying too hard to be a super-villain and ends up coming across as goofy.

This plan,though?Detailed and comprehensive and seemingly exceedingly well thought out.

Super-villain material.

He’s contemplating the possibility of the Underminer working for someone else, when the news reporter says something that prompts his attention.

‘The Warlock was seen goading the Underminer in the scene of the attack, prompting him to reveal his plans.This leads us to question the effectiveness of older,more well-established supers who prefer to use the less-talk-more-fight method to deal with villains.If it was one of them who were present instead, would we have been able to take precautions?Are modern,maybe a little eccentric super-villains like the Warlock who seemingly actively go against tried and tested methods more suited for dealing with today’s villains? All these questions and more will be debated tonight at 9 on our Warlock special,right here.Don’t mis-’

Alec doesn’t let her go on.The television’s turned off,the lights are turned off and he turns in for the night.

Ugh seems to be a regularly occurring sentiment.


The next meeting between the Warlock and the Shadowhunter takes place yet another week later.

Alec’s in a meeting at the moment and he’s listening to someone from R&D prattle about how they need updated machinery when his eye catches his phone blinking with a notification.

He calls for a break so he can check his phone(greater good,remember?) and when he does,he sees that it’s an attack.

He makes some excuses and within moments, he’s changing while driving(hazardous,do not try).

He’s just put on his mask as he’s nearing the restaurant where the attack’s happened and as he’s pulling into a nearby alley,he thinks he sees a flash of someone very familiar looking driving past him but why would Magnus Bane be driving in the direction of the attack?

His thoughts are interrupted by the sound of screaming and the next second, he’s pulling patrons out of the building while the Warlock’s fighting some new guy who’s speaking in a language none of them seem to know.

Said new guy also has claws.

Alec can’t wait to join the fray.

He’s shuffling the last screaming diner out(“Oh thank you, Shadowhunter!”) and he turns around expecting Mr.Claws (because that’s what he heard him roar when asked his name) and the Warlock, ready to unleash some good old battle moves but all he sees when he turns is some asshole wearing spandex and a purple mask.

Alec will not stand for this.

“I was right here,” he whines.

“Ran a little late,did you? Don’t worry.He wasn’t much of an opponent.You didn’t miss a lot.”

Alec’s clearly losing touch when he replies with,”Your mask is a stupid colour.”

The Warlock chuckles.

“Oh, don’t be bitter Shadowhunter, you might get the next one.”

With that last comment and whistling a cheery tune, he’s out the door.


When the notification comes,Alec’s in the shower.

He hears the shrill sound of his phone and gets out of the bathroom in record time.

At first,he can’t comprehend what he’s reading.

The Underminer’s attacked that new Mexican restaurant in the city.

But that’s where Izzy said she’d be today, lunching with her friends.

So that can’t be right,can it?

Alec goes through the motions in a rush,pulling on his suit,wearing a t-shirt and pants on top,stuffing the mask in his pocket.

He slams his door shut and sprints down the stairs.

He’s almost at the bottom,when he turns the corner and is stopped short by someone else in front of him.

Magnus Bane.

Alec’s in too much of a tizzy to fall to pieces right now and impatiently dogs his steps, trying to find a way to overtake him on the narrow stairwell.

Magnus Bane’s walking fast too but not nearly fast enough because Izzy’s there in that restaurant,okay and Alec needs to get there right now so he pushes past Magnus with an “Excuse me,sorry.I’m in a bit of a rush right now.”

Except,things don’t always go according to plan so as Alec’s pushing past,his t-shirt gets caught on a nail and there’s the sound of ripping cloth.

Alec twists around to make sure the back of his t-shirt is intact but all he sees is the blue fabric of his super suit.

It’s bright and silvery and the hole in the shirt is so huge,you can even see part of the logo on his suit.

So can Magnus Bane,who is currently doing so,opening and closing his mouth like a fish,looking dumbstruck.

Alec realises the gravity of the situation but Izzy,please let her be okay and so,all he can do is say,”Please don’t tell anybody.” and leaving behind a sputtering Magnus Bane,he rushes out of the building, making sure to duck into the nearest alley and remove his ruined t-shirt and jeans completely.

He reaches in moments and the relief he feels on seeing Izzy near the paramedics with a bunch of other people,looking shaken but unhurt,is enormous.

He can still hear noises from within the restaurant so he rushes inside to see the Underminer turning over tables and making a hell of a din.

He’s in the middle of kicking the mole on the face and hopefully making his snout bleed again (consistency is key) when he’s momentarily distracted by the arrival of the Warlock.

Even he isn’t sure what happens next but somehow,the Shadowhunter and the Warlock end up fighting this guy(mole) together and wow what is happening, he’s so confused.

It isn’t long before they’re both standing next to the unconscious body of the Underminer as the police make their way in.

Alec really doesn’t feel like dealing with the Warlock’s shit this time and he’s about to just walk out without their customary snark but as he exits the restaurant,he feels a hand grip his forearm,stopping him from going any further.

“What do you want,Warlock?”

The Warlock seems to be having some internal battle but when he seemingly makes up his mind,he walks ahead of Alec, dragging him behind.

“Follow me,” he says.

It’s short and crisp and Alec doesn’t know what to make of it because it’s so different from the Warlock’s usual choice of phrase.

He’s dragged into an alley nearby and he sees a familiar bike parked in the corner.

The Warlock lets go of his arm and as Alec’s wondering just what Magnus Bane’s bike is doing here,a voice cuts in saying,”Do you recognise the vehicle?”

Alec doesn’t know where this is going but he realises that this isn’t the time to joke because the Warlock seems pretty serious.

Which is new.

So he replies,albeit grudgingly,with “It belongs to my neighbour.Why? Were you planning on getting one like it but needed my opinion?”

The Warlock takes a deep breath in and breathes out,like he’s mustering the courage to do something.

He says,”Actually,I already did.”

Alec’s really confused right now especially because the Warlock seems to be looking at him like that last sentence meant something.


The Warlock huffs.

“You’re rather slow for someone who’s supposed to be smart,huh?”

And the next thing he knows,in one swift motion,the Warlock’s pulled off his mask revealing his identity.

His identity being…Magnus Bane.

Alec needs to sit down.

He does.

His head’s spinning and things are going too fast and his crush is the Warlock and it’s all so hard to believe but as Alec’s trying to wrap his head around it,bits and pieces of his memory come back to him.

How he saw Magnus on his bike that day on his way to the park.How Magnus was driving towards the restaurant that day they fought Mr.Claws.How Magnus was leaving the apartment the same time he was this morning and was in a rush too.

When he thinks about it that way, it all seems so obvious.

And oh my god the Katy Perry music.

He should have known.

He says this out loud and the Warlock/hot neighbour says,”Well now you do.”

Alec is still coming to terms with the fact that his crush is his sworn enemy when Magnus places a bundle in his hands.

It’s his t-shirt and jeans.

Alec looks up at Magnus and swallowing the lump in his throat, asks,”Why did you tell me?”

Magnus shrugs.

“It was only fair.”

Alec accepts that and asks,”What now?We just act like we don’t know eachother’s secret when we meet in the corridor?”

Magnus sits down next to him and to Alec’s surprise,removes Alec’s mask too.

“I have a different proposition, actually.”

Alec sees Magnus playing with his mask in his lap and wow his fingers.

“What?”he finally asks.

“Did you remember that day you shifted into the apartment?I took an instant liking to you.”

“I dropped a box on your foot,” Alec deadpans.

Magnus chuckles saying,”And when you apologised,it was the most adorable thing in the world.”

Alec doesn’t know if he should feel gratified or offended and he stores the statement in his memory for future analysis and says,”So you think we should be friends?Bros? Hang out and all that jazz and occasionally fight bad guys together?”

Magnus turns towards Alec and shuffles closer.

Alec can feel his knee brushing against Magnus’s shin and oh my god he’s touching Magnus Bane.

Magnus moves his face closer and closer and Alec can’t move,can’t breathe.

Magnus is so close Alec can see the little flecks of colour in his otherwise hazel eyes and now their lips are inches apart.

This is a dream and Alec doesn’t want it to end.

The stillness is interrupted by Magnus saying,”If this is what friends do,” and the next thing he knows, Magnus’s lips are soft against his and Alec knows this can’t possibly be real but as he reciprocates,he knows that it is as well,if that makes sense.

It’s all new and wonderful and everything Alec thought it would be and when they pull apart after what seems like eternity and they just sit there,looking at eachother.

Alec quite likes the feeling of Magnus Bane nearly pressing into his side and just looking at him and it’s too soon to talk or even comprehend but nonetheless,he asks softly,”What are we?”

Magnus gives a small laugh.

He starts dislodging himself to Alec’s disappointment and as he’s pulling on clothes on top of his suit from his bike,he says,”Why don’t we see over dinner tonight?My place.I’ll cook.”

And Alec just sits there stumped because so much has happened so fast but the bottom line is, his crush who happens to be his neighbour who also happens to be a super whom he’s always detested just asked him on a date after kissing him and what is even happening?

His head’s in a whirl and he just looks at Magnus,no longer wearing his suit, revving his bike and driving out with one last wink thrown in his direction.

Oh my god.

Oh my god.

thecybersmith  asked:

(Assuming that The Elder One hadn't interrupted things) Do you believe that the Conclave could have achieved a long-term compromise, or would it have been the Thedosian Versailles Treaty, a stop-gap prelude to another inevitable conflict? I liked the story of DAi, so I understand why we couldn't see the end of the peace negotiations, but I do wish it had been explored more.

I appreciate what you’re trying to say about the Treaty of Versailles as a representative of things that really did not help in the long term. I do. But I think it’s always important to remember that this wasn’t that kind of war.

World War I was, for all its horrors, a war fought between nations. Nations that had land and resources and money. They didn’t have all of these things in equal measure, obviously, but they had them. When you’re talking about the problems of the Treaty of Versailles, you’re talking about the problems of the details of that agreement. A conference to discuss who was going to take disputed territory and who was going to pay for all the damage is not an inherently absurd idea. That’s how you end a war of nations, if you don’t intend to end it by invading and conquering your opponents.

This was not a war of nations. The mage-Templar war is more rightly named the mage rebellion. The mages are people who have been kidnapped, largely as children, and held against their will. That’s at bare minimum – any number of other abuses may be heaped on top of that.

They seem to be stateless persons: in dialogue Vivienne says:

“I am from the Circle, my dear. One’s country of origin rarely matters there.”

Vivienne dialogue

She herself was sent from the Ostwick Circle in the Free Marches to the Montsimmard Circle in Orlais; Karl Thekla, likewise, was transferred from the Fereldan Circle to the Kirkwall Circle. Once taken to a Circle they no longer belong to their homeland and can no longer rely on their government – or any government – to protect them.

In Dragon Age 2 an Alistair who was made king is apparently trying to protect the mages:

Hawke: You were having an argument about mages?

Alistair: Yes, well, apparently I don’t feel the same way about mages as the Chantry does. So we’re in disagreement. That means they get nasty. They’re like that.

Hawke: Sounds like the Circle is better off in Ferelden.

Alistair: You’d think so, wouldn’t you? Sadly, I don’t control the Circle. I can only deal with mages outside the Circle … of which there aren’t many.

Hawke: Aren’t they in your kingdom? Why not just kick the Templars out?

Alistair: Ha! Easier said than done!

Alistair Dialogue

He apparently has no legal authority to intervene on behalf of the mages in the Fereldan Circle, even though most of them were likely born Fereldan citizens. The only way to really help them would be to attack and evict the Templar Order from Ferelden. While it’s implied that idea isn’t entirely off the table, it’s clear that Alistair is just barely keeping Orlais at bay and can’t afford to kick the military arm of the empire’s official religion out of the country right now.

These people are Chantry wards. They own nothing. At most, those from wealthy families, and those who have acquired wealthy patrons, will have a bit of portable wealth: fine clothes, jewellery, books, wine, art – that sort of thing. Assuming some of them had time to pack when fleeing the Circles, that’s the most wealth we could expect them to have to negotiate with.

Except … they’re not negotiating about land or a mine or a strategically placed river, are they?

So when you ask whether I think the Conclave could have produced a ‘long-term compromise’ I think it’s worth remembering exactly what they’re negotiating here. The Templars have held absolute power over the mages for centuries. The mages have fled from that, seeking the same freedoms that any other Thedosian might expect (maybe not all that many freedoms, depending on which nation we’re talking about, but still better than what they had). We are now negotiating how much power the Templars should be allowed to have over any poor bastard who happens to be born with magic.

The Templars are a religious order, enforcing their particular doctrine – their particular view of magic. They aren’t guardsmen or police officers, protecting people from criminals – on those occasions that they do accomplish that, it is incidental to their true purpose. They have murdered people simply for practising their own faith, because that faith included magic that is not accepted under Chantry law.

Chantry law says it’s okay for:

  • children to be abducted from their homes, and potentially dragged off to a completely different country never to see their parents again
  • people with magical ability to be incarcerated indefinitely, without trial, with any ‘release’ (be it short or long term) to be contingent on receiving official permission to be absent from the Circle
  • people to be permanently surveilled, with phylacteries allowing Templars to track and kill them if they try to leave without permission
  • people, usually young people, to be forced to fight a demon to the death
  • people to be mutilated and given what is functionally brain damage to make them compliant and destroy their magic should they refuse that fight
  • people to be summarily executed for ‘blood magic’ or spirit/demonic possession without either trial or any attempt to assist the person in question
  • entire communities to be wiped out on the authority of a religious official (usually a grand cleric) without trial on the entirely vague grounds that they ‘rule it irredeemable’.

All of that is completely legal and normal before we even get into things like people being kept in small cells or solitary confinement, being starved to death, flogged, raped, or made Tranquil once Harrowed.

Which of these things would you say that the mages should have to agree to, to end the war? I would say none of them. There can be no long-term compromise between mages and Templars, because the only reasonable amount of power a Templar should have over a mage is none. A religious institution should never, ever be allowed to have any legal power over a person’s life. The Templar Order is not, under any circumstances, the right group to be handling magical crime.

We, the mages of Ferelden and Orlais, do hereby dissolve the Circles and renounce our sworn submission to the Order of the Templars, effective immediately.

We reiterate Andraste’s assertion that magic was made to serve man, not rule over him, and state unequivocally that we will use our abilities only to defend ourselves from those who would see us relinquish our lives and freedoms under the presumption of guilt for crimes we have not committed.

We condemn those practitioners of magic who, through illness of mind or understandable but misguided anger at those who oppressed them, would use their Maker-given powers to threaten innocent lives, and we pledge to aid any legitimate and impartial government in bringing these lawless apostates to justice.

We look earnestly to a future of cooperation between all peoples of Thedas, free from persecution and prejudice, and hope to build a better world alongside all who approach us with friendship instead of fear.

Rebel Mages

That’s part of the mission statement of the rebel mages. I would say that, right there, they have already agreed to every reasonable condition. They have agreed that offensive magic should only be used in self-defence, and committed to cooperating with secular law-enforcement in dealing with magical crime. Are there details still to be hammered out? Sure. But with the governments if the lands in which they take up residence, not the Templar Order.

The Conclave is an absurd and inherently evil thing. It’s happening for two reasons, one in-universe and one out:

  • In universe, because the mages are not an army – they are refugees with children and elderly people in tow, and many of them will have no idea how to fight or plan a battle. The Templars are an army, and thus can terrorise these people into a position where they may agree to any damn thing to make it stop.
  • Out of universe because Bioware overreached themselves in Inquisition and needed to simplify the scenario in a hurry. They therefore pretended that the mages had no option but to negotiate with their oppressors. I genuinely do not think the Conclave should have happened, but I understand why Bioware really needed to ‘end’ the conflict by blowing most of these people up.

So … I think it’s possible the Conclave might have created a ‘compromise’ that lasted decades or centuries, depending on how badly the mages’ spirits were crushed by its results. But an unjust system will always lead to anger and despair, and as long as Templars have power over mages, another conflict is inevitable. As long as the ‘compromise’ persists, the mages will continue to suffer.

Over the Moon

request: “May I request a fluff with Jooheon? Something on the lines of the girl finally getting Jooheon to love her″ ~starlight0804

genre: fluff

pairing: jooheon x you

word count: 1468

AFF link

A/N: Happy valentines day enjoy some fluff (unedited) ~Admin B

Hearing the front door to the boy’s dorm open, you quickly shifted your position so that you were leaning against the back of the couch. “Yah,” Hoseok whined at your sudden movement. Without realizing it, you’d managed to elbow him as you turned around.

“Hi Oppa!” you called to Jooheon walking into the living room.

He grinned, dimples showing. “Hey, Y/N,” he ruffled your hair slightly as he passed the sofa to put drop his bag in his room.

As revenge, Hoseok elbowed you back. “You don’t call me Oppa,” he complained.

Rolling your eyes at him, you moved back to your original position. “But I do call you Oppa.”

“Yeah but not with that kind of enthusiasm.” Hyunwoo, eyes still glued to his phone, chuckled at your bickering.

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Jet Wolf Summarizes Act 31

The manga and I kind of hate each other. This is unfortunate, but still, I’m determined to come out of this with something. Rather than spend energy on a liveblog that’s increasingly negative, I’m reading each manga act (mostly) silently, and then writing up summaries at the end. I won’t pull my punches. There’s going to be criticism and snark about the manga, either wholesale or in details. If that isn’t a thing you feel like reading, please skip this post!

A philosophical question opens our exploration of the manga today: Is it better to be irritated or bored? Because on the one hand, aggravation is hardly the most pleasant of experiences, particularly when it seems inevitable from issue to issue to issue. But on the other, IT KEEPS ME THE FUCK AWAKE AND GIVES ME SOMETHING TO TALK ABOUT.


It’s not even that things didn’t happen, so much as I just didn’t CARE. And I mean “care” in this very specific manga context of critically low caring. But somehow even beyond the usual dull void that I’ve come to associate with the manga. Maybe it was that PE liveblog from earlier, maybe it reset my enjoyment levels so high that I’m simply insulated from its usual side effects.

But that isn’t going to get a summary written, so let’s fucking do this.

We open with Setsuna studying THINGS and also STUFF. There is DATA and SPIKES and TROUBLES. Also Reika shows up, for what generally appears to be no other reason than to seethe with jealousy of every little thing Motoki says, and intentionally trying to trap and punish him.

I dislike Motoki and Reika in the anime, but it’s on Motoki’s because he turns into a non-communicative petulant three year old for approximately no reason. In the manga, it’s pretty clear Reika is just a legitimately crappy human being no one should have a committed relationship with. THANKS FOR FLIPPING THAT SCRIPT MANGA GIRL POWER

Kaolinite and Tomoe meet with Pharaoh 90, who I have to say sounds like a fairly reasonable boss for a planet-sized eldritch horror.

I wonder if they have a vision plan and 401k matching. Also they talk a lot about crystals and lights and blah blah of course they do.

Kaolinite feels less job satisfaction than Tomoe, proving that even evil world-dominating organizations aren’t free from the patriarchy. She delegates to Tellu, who you may remember from the anime as “the plant one”, and that’s basically as much as you’re going to get from her in the manga, too.

In a rare burst of minor detail continuity, Chibi-Usa’s class gets their ceramic project back. Chibs, if you’ll recall from last time, made Mamoru make her a holy grail, and then smiled creepily as he and Usagi made out on top of it. The class also gets their new homework.





Clearly the only part worth noting is that Chibs decides to give hers to Hotaru on the basis of two entire conversations and with the full justification of “she’s beautiful and mysterious”.


Chibs is about the only one to feel like this about Hotaru, it seems. At school, Hotaru’s getting picked on and laughed at and when she’s had enough and crushes a pencil case with her bare hand while looking one of the Mean Girls dead in the eye, they’re like “ohmigawd what is her DEAL” and write about her in their Burn Book.

At Crown, Usagi watches the rain fall and Has Emotions. She says she wants to talk to Haruka and Michiru, but she really means Haruka because she will make exactly zero effort to talk to Michiru later because fuck Michiru, I guess. She wants Mako and Ami to help, but they’re busy, and Usagi pouts about it. Rei and Minako are feeling each other up in an alleyway and having a considerably better time than any one of us right now.

Mako’s “busy” means she’s doing shit with the gardening club, which will be our exposition vehicle for today. There’s apparently a hot new plant everyone’s talking about (WHY DOES NOBODY HAVE ANYTHING BETTER TO DO IN TOKYO) called a “Tellurian”, which seems completely safe and certain to cause no problems.

At Crown – oh maybe we were at Juuban Middle earlier. Well, let’s roll with it – Ami meets up with Minako and Rei, whose clothes are disheveled and they won’t quite make eye contact. But Ami has Theories And Ideas and thankfully doesn’t notice. “Infinity Academy is evil!” they put forth, because they didn’t already conclude that three issues ago. Usagi’s also doing work. She’s found Google, and it’s amazing.

On the way home, Mako passes by a random flower shop with Tellurians in stock which is a pretty awesome trick seeing as how just a few pages ago we were told they were only available at Mugen and were selling out. Since it’s Mako’s issue, she buys one.

As Usagi arrives home, Chibs is getting ready to go out. You know, I just realized we haven’t seen Mamoru at all yet? I TAKE BACK EVERYTHING THIS ISSUE IS TO BE REVERED AS AN INSTANT CLASSIC. Usagi invites herself to also go to Hotaru’s, so she has a front row seat to Chibs giving her gift-to-my-most-important-person holy grail to Hotaru.

“Hotaru?! This is only your fourth conversation with her, how could you give it to Hotaru!”

“STFU Usagi, you rode a haunted bus and followed Aunt Rei home with hearts in your eyes before you’d even said hello.”

And this is how Usagi came to accept that Chibi-Usa was, truly, her daughter.

Unfortunately Hotaru can’t stop being creepy for five fucking minutes, and she stares at them with endless eye voids and passes out and tries to take Chibs’ ginzuishou and has a creepy fucking voice font

and god damn, Chibs, you should maybe vet your potential future girlfriends just a little.

Usagi misses all this though as she’s busy nosing around the house. Tomoe finds her and scares the shit out of her, so she and Chibs leave just in time to catch a glimpse of Pluto on the streets. Chibs suddenly remembers she’s supposed to care about Pluto, and all of this would have just meant so much more if she hadn’t been “I guess I’m Pluto now lol” over her still-warm corpse just a few issues ago. EMOTIONAL CONTINUITY IS IMPORTANT TAKEUCHI

Is it Mako’s apartment or a hydroponics lab? They don’t have time to think about it, as Mako and Minako both immediately pass out. When they wake up, all of Mako’s plants are dead, except the Tellurian, so Mako pulls a knife out of nowhere like she’s Doc fucking Holligay and shanks it. Seems legit.

Usagi and Chibs are about to head home when all the girls arrive at the train station (don’t ask me how all that timing makes sense just go with it). They’re going to confront … someone, like I sincerely don’t know what they fucking learned in any of this that they didn’t figure out issues ago, but sure. Usagi’s going to go too, but then she spots Haruka and Michiru and chases after them, instead. WAY TO BACK UP YOUR GIRLS USAGI.

Remember how she said she wanted to talk to both of them?


Usagi goes to Haruka’s apartment and is all “WHY WON’T YOU TALK TO ME” and Haruka’s like “I wear mini-skirts now, Usagi, stop trying to make it weird.”

So the other Senshi drag her ass back to the task at hand, and they explore Mugen’s botanical gardens which the school of course absolutely has. People are dead (or not, no one ever cares), and the Senshi feel their strength fading. Tellu emerges, sounding exactly like every other member of the Witches 5 before her, ONLY SHE’S THE PLANT ONE YOU GUYS.

Then Setsuna … awakens as Pluto? Or something? And Haruka automatically teleports to her (Michiru is also there), which seems a weird thing to have happen to Senshi who are supposed to be constantly isolated and independent but fine.

Ah shit, Mamoru got a page. WE WERE SO CLOSE TO BEING FREE

Mako attacks, as does Usagi, but no good. So Chibs wishes REALLY REALLY HARD.

If that fucking works, my next trip to the DMV just got SO much shorter.

Chibs gets a rod too and attacks, and to the surprise of no one, it does absolutely nothing, but I for one appreciate the effort. Then Pluto Dead Screams Tellu in the fucking face, and we’re one more mini-boss down.

Everyone is shocked, shocked I tell you!

First Kisses

More one shots with multiple ships…skip the ones you don’t like.


It wasn’t really something she wanted or planned, but quite frankly, it knocked the wind right out of her and she didn’t object to it. It was more like their relationship hadn’t seemed like the intimate type until now…Sure, they held hands and cuddled, but they never kissed, and were fine with that, or…at least she thought they both were.

But now here she was, pressed down against the couch as N was kissing her quite roughly and sloppily (making it quite obvious that this was his first time, and he had absolutely no idea how to do this) when not even five minutes ago, they were half way through a movie. It…it wasn’t bad, or gross, she just…she just didn’t expect it. Quite frankly, she didn’t think N even knew what kissing was until this very moment.

It was when he stuck his tongue in her mouth that it startled her enough to push him off of her.

“T-Touko…” N whimpered, crawling off of her obediently.

“N..I…just what was that? Where did that even come from? I mean, it was bad of you or I disliked it…but you haven’t even expressed interest in that before.”

“But…but…Touya said that since we haven’t kissed before that it meant we weren’t a real couple, and didn’t we didn’t really love each other, so…I panicked! I started kissing you because I love you and want to be a real couple!”

Touko inhaled sharply. “Oh, honey…you know that’s just Touya being the stupid butt of a brother he is, and trying to mess with you. He’s still mad we’re dating since you left…”

“Then…” N whimpered, looking up at Touko with lillipup eyes, “we are a real couple?" 

"Considering the fact we have shared romantic attraction, are exclusively seeing each other, and we LIVE TOGETHER…I’d say yes, N. We are indeed a real couple.”

“Real couples don’t have to kiss?”

“No they don’t, but it is typically a perk that comes with a relationship along with other intimate activities as long as both parties are willing.”

“C…can we kiss, though? …I liked it.”

Touko exhaled through her nose, and smiled softly in response. “Yes we can, Champ, Thanks for asking this time.”


Wally sat up on the roof of the school, clothed in a cream colored lacy dress, light pink flats, and a pink ribbon tied in his hair. He pulled his knees into his chest and buried his bright red face in the stiff garment where he let out a couple of tears.

This was so embarrassing…and proved that he was nothing more than a joke to his classmates. He legitimately couldn’t believe he had been cast as the princess in the school play. Did they not know he was a boy? Sure, he wasn’t as strong as the other boys, but it wasn’t his fault he was sick. He ripped the ribbon out of his hair and clutched it in his palm. This was so completely unfair.

There was a light knock at the door to the roof, followed by “Wally, you up here?” which was easily identifiable as May’s voice.

He then heard footsteps, followed by May kindly asking “do you mind if I sit next to you?”

When he didn’t answer, she just plopped down next to him anyway, not saying anything.

Eventually he cracked, and sneaked a peek to see her dressed as his prince with a red military jacket, white pants,and black boots, complete with a stage sword in it’s hilt, strapped to her waist. He teared up a little bit more, remembering how it was even more embarrassing that the girl he so obviously liked got cast as his knight in shining armor to even further emasculate him.

“Oh, Wally…” May cooed, tuning to face him, so she could pull him into a hug. “It’ll be alright…I know it’s embarrassing, but I got cast as a boy, so maybe it’s an artistic choice, like in Kabuki theatre, and–”

“No, it’s not!” Wally cut her off, raising his voice, and revealing his bright red,tear streaked, runny nosed face. “You got cast as the prince because you’re cool and charming and dependable! But…but I got cast as the princess because I’m being made fun of! I’m wimpy and awkward, and I look like a girl, and I’m not cool or manly at all! Plus I have this big, stupid crush on you that everyone knows about, which is just icing on the cake for our stupid classmates!” He shouted, breathing heavily due to the fact his voice was almost never raised.

May let him calm down a bit before she mumbled “I think you’re cool…”


“I said I think you’re cool!” May squeaked as her face heated up, “I think you’re cool, and attractive, and gentlemanly, and you make me feel like a girl, which NO ONE does, and you’re super smart, and kind, and you’re just really cool, okay?” she took a deep breath, “but…even if you weren’t all those things, I think I’d still love you.” She whispered to him before giving him a quick peck on the lips.

 She was about to pull away, but the adrenalin filled Wally pulled her back for another kiss, only longer.

When he let her go, May squeaked out with her face completely flushed “see? You’re super manly.”

Wally, mimicking the color of her face replied “m…maybe I am.”


Silver recalled his unconscious crobat, and rolled his eyes as he hissed “Oh, I give up. At this rate, I’ll never beat you.”

Lyra huffed and walked past him, giving him a good “boop” on the nose before she released all her injured pokemon from her pokeballs and trurned to face him. “Oh cheer up, Silvy. You managed to put a hefty dent in all my Pokemon. That’s never happened before! You’re improving.”

“Not enough” he growled, fishing through his bag for max revives, and other healing items of the sort so he wouldn’t have to make a trip to the pokemon center.

It was now Lyra’s turn to roll her eyes as she assembled her pokemon in a line, and walked to the furthest pokemon from Silver. “Alright.” She announced, placing her hands on her hips, “it’s time for Momma’s healing kisses. Whose ready?”

Her Pokemon cheered in response as Silver scoffed, like kisses would actually do anything.

“First up, one for my typhlosion.” she stated, before giving him a quick peck on his forehead.  He smiled smugly at Silver who was currently pretending not to be jealous.

“One for my slowbro.” Lyra continued before giving him short, but sweet kisses on both of his paws.

“One for my vileplume…” Lyra then bent down and kissed her on the cheek, and the vileplume blushed like she always did.

Silver scrunched his nose and turned away as Lyra continued her kissing train as if he were completely repulsed. Jealousy was one thing he would never admit, because it was completely stupid, ESPECIALLY in this situation.

He continued to act like a grump until something caught him off guard. Lyra wasn’t calling her pokemon by their nicknames, she always called her “precious little babies” by the nicknames she oh so proudly came up with. Lyra was clearly up to something, and just as he turned to see what it was, Lyra had already made her way to him and proudly exclaimed “And last but not least, one for my Skitty!" 

She then pulled him in and planted on on him real quick. Sure enough, the moment she let go, Silver went rigid and flopped to the ground as Lyra cackled mischievously. 


This was the third time this week that little Cheren had heard Bianca crying in their secret base (that was really just the overgrown shrubbery between the two of their yards that had a tunnel system that everyone knew about, but only they used, cause they were the only ones small enough to fit) and this time, he had decided that enough was enough, and he really needed to get in there and see what the matter was.

He got on all fours and crawled through the small hole down a short path that led to a little circular area that was littered in blankets, toys, leaves, and a little crying Bianca in the corner.

The scene was more heart breaking than he imagined, and he timidly shuffled over to her before he put his small hand on her shoulder. "Bi…Bianca?”

“Cheren!” the small girl cried out, before she clung to him and cried into his shoulder.

He timidly pat her back. “What’s the matter, Bianca? Did your dad yell at you again?”

She nodded softly in the crook of his neck before looking up at him to reveal her teary eyes and runny nose. “I..I left some Legos out and daddy stepped on one…when I tried to say sorry, he just yelled at me and told me I was a very bad girl, and…and that I wouldn’t get any dinner!”

Cheren gasped at the severe punishment.

“Mommy tried to talk to him, but he only got madder and started yelling at her! Lately Daddy has bad breath and gets mad really easy…what if I lose so many dinners that I starve?!”

She started crying again, and Cheren pulled out his pocket tissue pack and instructed her to blow in one…she did, it was loud and gross, and he dropped the tissue immediately. He then took both of her tiny hands in his.

“Bianca, listen. I’m going to be 5 soon, I’ll then be 6, then, 7, then, 8…eventually I’ll be old enough to marry you, and take you away from this place. It’ll be just the two of us, and you can leave your toys out, and even if I step on them, I’ll never yell at you or make you miss dinner. Does that sound good?”

“It sounds wonderful!” She beamed, embracing the four year old boy in a hug. “I wanna marry you now, Cheren!”

Cheren then gripped her by the shoulders, “I wanna marry you too, Bianca…but we cant until we’re 18. It’s against the rules. But until then, I’ll always be on your side, okay?”

“Mmm..promise me, we’ll get married when we’re 18?”

“I promise.” He stated, preparing his pinkie for a pinkie promise.

“Not this time, Cherry. We need to seal it with a kiss.” She said in the most serious voice a 4 year old could muster.

“Oh…ok,” Cheren squeaked, his glasses fogging up from the heat emanating off his face.

And so, the two shared an awkward, duck-faced, 4 year old kiss. There was no sparks, fireworks, or romantic tension; but at the age of four, the two knew they’d be together forever.


Now, most 13 year olds play hard, but few play as hard as childhood friends, Hugh and Rosa.  The teenage girl with a hair style suspiciously similar to Sailor moon arrived at her best friend’s house at noon, played tabletop games till 3, LARP’d with foam swords, pillow shields and nerf guns till five, Ate a large dinner, cause they accidentally skipped lunch, had a tea party with Hugh’s younger sister till 7, played videogames till 9, and watched re-runs of Hoenn Rangers until they passed out.

That left Hugh to jolt awake at 11:45 in a cold sweat, remembering that his parents said they’d be home at midnight, and what would they find? Hugh and his FEMALE friend still over. He started sweating harder, this would look suspicious, Hugh would get in trouble, and Rosa wouldn’t be allowed to come over anymore!

He. Could. NOT. Let. That. Happen.

Hugh then scrambled over to his sleeping friend’s form and tried to shake her awake. “Rosa? C'mon, Rosa! Our parents said we’re too old to spend the night at each other’s houses anymore! If my parents find you here when they come home, we’ll be in big trouble!”

Hugh’s little lecture did absolutely nothing to stir Rosa awake, and a little bit of drool peeked out of the corner of her mouth.

“Stupid heavy sleeper!” Hugh hissed, going through this stress alone. He then decided to shake her more roughly in hopes to get her up. “Rosa? Rooooosssaaaaa!”

His friend’s eyes fluttered open groggily and she smiled as she saw him. “Oh, hey…it’s Hugh…hi, Hugh. I love you, buddy…!” she then lifted herself up to give him a light smooch before she drifted back to sleep.

Overcome by embarrassment and shock, Hugh passed out right on the spot.

The two woke up to find pancakes for breakfast, that neither of them were in trouble, and Rosa didn’t remember a thing of last night’s events, and Hugh had convinced himself he was dreaming.

Rumour Has It

         Okay, so I have to say, this was one of the funnest things to write ever (mainly cause im a huge nerd and looking up all this stuff was immensely enjoyable and nostalgic). So with that in mind, I think I’ll be making an hp au for each member of bts. However, please don’t expect a clear schedule for them because 1) ya’ll know im terrible at updating 2) I might take breaks in between to write other things. Also, you might notice that the OC doesn’t have a house. Well that’s because I didn’t want to ruin it by saying what one she’s in if it’s not the one you want to be in or were sorted to on pottermore (before it became a lame blog). Anywhooooo, I hope you all like it and your inner nerd comes out just as much as mine did. Lol. (:

             Snow billowed out over the courtyard, dusting every surface with a fresh coat of white powder as you made your way to the Great Hall. The hall was adorned with Christmas decorations as the holidays were fast approaching. Garland hung from the mantel on the fireplace while small, ornate pine trees were placed in the corners of the room. Much like the weather outside, the roof was a brilliant winter sky, snowflakes falling but never quite reaching the heads of the witches and wizards of Hogwarts. Robes swishing in your wake, you greeted your friends at your house table with a smile, plopping down beside them. Picking up a scone from the middle of the table, you picked at the pastry while you listened to your friends talk. Mornings were always rough for you, usually resulting in you being relatively mute for a few hours while nodding off here and there. Your friends heartily accepted that trait though, never bugging you too much until they knew they’d get a legible answer. However, lately they couldn’t help nudging you in the side every now and then, no matter the time of day, as their conversation flowed from homework and divination to the infamous brown haired, Hufflepuff boy.

               “He’s looking at you again.” Annabel, your closest friend in Hogwarts, mumbled beside you.

               Snapping your head up, you knew precisely who she meant as you glanced across the corridor, catching said Hufflepuff staring at you. Immediately, he gave you a soft lipped smile before continuing his own conversation.

               “I’m telling you,” Leah spoke with a hint of disdain in her voice, “You’re next, Y/N.”

               “I’m not.” You rolled your eyes, shoving a piece of pastry in your mouth.

               “You are.” Annabel replied in a singsong voice. “He’ll do the same thing he’s done to every other girl.”

               “He will not because he doesn’t like me. I’ve hardly even spoken to him.” Protesting, you knew this was a partial lie because in all honesty, you spoke frequently seeing as the two of you shared multiple classes together.

               “Yeah, but he’s interested.” Leah piped up once again, not even bothering to hide the jealousy in her voice as she now stared at Hufflepuff’s playboy. Though the words she spoke were words of warning, you couldn’t help but notice that they were laced with underlying want. “And everyone knows that when Park Jimin is interested, it’s only a matter of time.”

               To that, you had no answer because even you knew that the statement was true. It was no secret that Jimin was enormously popular, particularly amongst woman. Friends with almost everyone, a person would be hard pressed to find someone who didn’t like Jimin, though were still few who existed. His gentle features were alluring, though severely contradicted by his demeanor. Jimin liked to act tough at times, most likely due to his cute exterior, but he was kind to anyone who approached him. When it came to women, he was notoriously flirty; his ability to be endearing without even meaning to often winning them over, though his moves were not to be trifled with either. Whispers had even gone around the school that love potions were the fuel to his success at one point, though it was quickly dismissed when Madeline Grover gave Liara Abbott an antidote only to find that it did nothing to diminish her love crazed tendencies. However, his own infatuation with a certain girl never seemed to last long, most often not even reaching the point of being a legitimate relationship. Subconsciously, your eyes fluttered toward the boy, only to meet his own dark irises again. Heat swelled in your cheeks as you quickly dropped your gaze, determined to not be one of his mindless toys.

               Arriving in potions, your resolution remained clear in your mind. Taking your seat, you said a polite ‘hello’ to Professor Slughorn, thankful that he was busy so he couldn’t talk your ear off. Being amongst Slughorn’s favoured students had it perks, but man, did he like to talk at times. Unloading your textbook, you folded your hands over your lap, watching as various student filed into the room, taking their seats at the two person worktables. Fiddling your fingers, you did your best to focus on revising your homework from the night before. However, with each head that bobbed through the door, you found yourself eagerly looking to see who it was, when finally it was him that sauntered through the door.

               Immediately averting your eyes to the front, he took his usual seat beside you. His arm grazed yours as he sat on the stool, leaning over to whisper as Slughorn’s voice boomed around the classroom, “Did you manage to get question 26 done? I couldn’t remember if it was stewed mandrake or mandrake root.”

               Instead of replying, you merely passed your paper to him, eyes glued to your teachers pudgy form. You sensed Jimin hesitate beside you, caught off guard by your coolness, though taking the paper nevertheless. The class was tense as you ignored Jimin, only acknowledging him when you had to. It wasn’t that didn’t want to talk to him, but that you were afraid that if you didn’t, you become like all of the rest of the girls fawning hopelessly over him. This carried on not only for the rest of the day, but for a week until the day before Christmas Break. Jimin would try to break through your sudden icy exterior many times, but you would merely brush him off. After the first few days, he seemed to decide to leave it be, not even asking you questions about class anymore but silently facing forward just as you did. Growing tired of your recent change in attitude, by the end of the week you could tell Jimin was getting agitated. By the way he fidgeted beside you, you knew he didn’t like the tense atmosphere but you still didn’t want to give in, eager for winter break to start so that you could relax.

               On the last day of class before holidays, Jimin broke the silence in Charms class as Professor Flitwick explained the precise wand movements to a new spell. “When are you going to stop ignoring me?”

               Jumping your seat, your guard fell as you were startled when you’d been nearly half asleep. “I am not.”

               A grin curled the corners of his mouth up. “Finally! You spoke!”

               Realizing you’d tripped up, you turned your eyes back to your teacher, shaking you’re head and grumbling, “you’re so dramatic…”

               “I was going to ask if I’d done something,” Jimin continued on, his wand moving carelessly in his hand, choosing to pay no mind to your comment, “but then I remembered how the last time I’d seen you, you were practically drooling over me.”

               “What?!” You protested, aiming a sharp jab in his side, only to realize he was joking by the giggles that escaped his lips. Cheeks growing warm when you’d realized your voice had caught the attention of a few other students, you muttered lowly, “You’d better watch yourself, Park Jimin.”

               Your threat was responded by a good natured laugh as the tension was now nowhere in sight because of his prodding. Cursing yourself mentally for falling for his trick, you almost didn’t hear him when he asked, “Are you going home for break?”

               “Not this year.” You replied, not bothering to elaborate.

               “Well, that’s good because neither am I.” Your eyes widened, the dreams of a quiet Christmas becoming crushed with every syllable he spoke. “I thought I’d be bored, but if you’re here too then we can keep each other company.”

               “I-I-“ You stumbled for words, resembling a fish as your mouth hung open.

               “Sorry, but I’ve got to find McGonagall.” Jimin rose from his chair, the class coming to a close. Picking up his things, he flashed you a quick smile making your heart stutter in your chest. “See you later, Y/N.”

               Groaning, your flopped your head down onto the desk in defeat. How were you supposed to avoid him now?


               For the first little while, you were very much successful in your efforts to avoid the brown haired love trap. Sticking mostly to your dormitory, you were sure to scout out the empty corridors before venturing down to the Great Hall for some food. However, the confines of your dorm grew old quickly without your friends to keep you entertained. Boredom sprung forth an immense amount of daydreaming; a great deal more than you’d be willing to admit holding Jimin as the subject. Separated from the people you cared for, you found yourself missing your friends and their mindless chatter. However, you also found yourself missing the delightful trickle of a certain persons laugh. The slope of his thick lips and the impossibly adorable crinkle of his eye smile also becoming something you were longing for. Writhing around on your bed, you dropped your book to the side on the fourth day of solidarity, frustration coursing through you. Unable to take it anymore, you decided to chance a journey down to the Great Hall, hoping that a quick game of wizard’s chess with yourself would clear your thoughts.

               Sleuthing through the corridors, you were grateful when you came across the Great Hall empty. Sighing in relief, you moved to the chess set closest to the fireplace and sat down on the dining table bench. Rolling your shoulders, you settled into the wooden seat, enjoying the way the fire was warming your back through the sweater you wore. Muttering your first command, you couldn’t help but feel relaxed as you watch the pawn move to where you told it. Sure, wizard’s chess was considered a children’s game for some, but it never failed to send a little sense of cruel enjoyment through you as you watched a chess piece clobber the other. Slowly, you found yourself getting invested in the game, despite being your own opponent. Enraptured, you didn’t hear the creak of the table as someone sat across from you. It wasn’t until the person made an order to the chess pieces that you noticed them, jumping when their voice replaced your own and snickered at your reaction. You didn’t even have to look up to know who it was, dread seeping through your veins.

               “You know this game is much more fun when you’re actually playing with someone.” Jimin mused, casting you a grin before it dissipated into a playful scowl. “You’ve been avoiding me again.”

               “No, I haven’t.” you quickly retorted, issuing a command to knock one of his pieces off the board, watching as your chess piece swung viciously at his.

               “You haven’t?” He replied, a knowing tone adorning his voice. “What’ve you been doing for the past four days then?”

               “I—“ Stuttering, you watched as Jimin countered your move, cornering your king. “I’ve been busy.”

               “With what? Chess?” Jimin mocked, motioning a defined hand at the board with a cheeky grin. “Checkmate by the way.”

               Folding your arms over your chest, you knew you were flushed as you lied through your teeth. “No, with catching up on some school stuff.”

              “If you say so.” Jimin squinted at you, before shrugging though it was clear that he knew you were lying. “You know, I really was starting to wonder if I’d done something. If I did, I’d hope you’d tell me…”

               Meeting his eyes, the sincerity in his face began to eat away at your conscience. It hit you that you’d been unfair; realizing that if he’d treated you the way you had been doing so toward him, you’d be hurt. Sighing, you rested your elbows on the table. “You didn’t do anything. I’m sorry. It has really has nothing to do with you Jimin. Just— stuff…”

               A little confused by your answer, he nodded, trusting that you were being honest. His eyes drifted past you causing you to turn to see that the embers of the fire were beginning to dim, signalling that it was nearly time to return to the dorms. “Should we go?”

               “Probably, before Filch finds us and goes off.” You replied, stomach fluttering when Jimin laughed in response.

               “That’d probably be best.” He smiled, rising from the table at the same time as you. Walking to the doors, he said delicately, “Can I walk you back?”

               Nodding, the two of you strode through the halls, making light conversation as the paintings on the walls told you to shush. As your steps fell in line with each other’s, the back of his hand lightly brushed against yours. Stuffing your hands in your pockets, you gave him a sheepish look as he acted as though it didn’t happen regardless of the smirk on his face. Finally, your door came into sight and you felt your feet slow, not yet willing to return to solitude. Stopping before the entrance, you turned to face Jimin, who shoved his hands into the pockets of his ripped jeans.

               “I’ll see you tomorrow…?” For the first time, you heard hesitation in his voice instead of cockiness.

               For a moment you contemplated your answer, knowing that hanging out with him could be potentially dangerous. However, the idea of spending the remainder of the two weeks alone in your room wasn’t all that appealing. Besides, you could still resist him, right? “Sure.”

               The days seemed to fly by in Jimin’s company. Feet scuffing against the floor as you walked, pleasant memories flickered in your mind from the past week. Snowball fights, angels carved into snow, and star speckled nights in the astronomy tower painted your thoughts, each memory like something out of a dream. It turned out that you needn’t be anxious at all; Jimin hadn’t once tried to pull something with you, but that didn’t stop you from falling for him anyway. Before you had known it, Jimin had pushed his way into your heart without much effort at all on his part. The way his voice dropped when he was talking about something serious, the feel of his arms around your waist as he threw you backwards into the snow, and the gleam in his eyes as he looked past your shell and into the core of who you were; all these were things that you had come to hold close to your heart. You knew now that it was foolish to think you wouldn’t fall for him, because in all honesty you already had long before winter break started. You liked to think you were different; that he was different with you. However, you couldn’t shake the incessant feeling that this was all destined to come to an end. The truth of the matter was that you really had no way of knowing he wouldn’t drop you, dooming you to become part of the group of girls who’d been tossed to the side just like you. Of course, you wanted to believe he was sincere, but it seemed impossible when the voices of your friends tainted your mind.

               Shaking your head, you sighed and glanced up, nearing your common room door. Gasping in surprise when you saw a figure sitting on the ground, you called out, “Jimin?”

               Once the black capped head snapped toward you, you let out a breath of relief, walking toward him. Shuffling up from his place on the floor, he gave you a smile, beanie sitting lopsided on his head. “Hey, Y/N.”

               “What are you doing here?”

               “I was waiting for you. What else would I be doing here?”

               “Jimin,” you giggled. “You saw me half an hour ago at the Christmas Feast and all day before that.”

               “So?” He scratched the back of his head, the blush on his cheeks catching you off guard. “It’s Christmas. Plus, I have hot chocolate.”

               “You do?” You replied, only now noticing the white bag that was sitting on the floor behind him.

               “Now you’re interested.” He teased, reaching behind him to grab the bag. Fingers intertwined with yours, making red dust across your cheeks as he pulled you away from the door to the common room. “C’mon, we can go make it now.”

               “Okay…” your voice came out small as you stared down at your hands.

               Your heart thumped in your chest when he didn’t let go, wondering if he was enjoying the way your skin felt against his just as much as you were. Leading you down toward the kitchens, his hand remained clamped around yours, a comfortable silence hanging between the two of you. Arriving, you glanced around at all the pots and pans hanging around the room, a little awestruck at the size of the ingredient wall which crawled up the side of the room to a queasy height. All around, house elves wandered about, cleaning up and preparing for the day to come. However, once Jimin let go of your hand to grab a kettle off the wall, several of the elves stopped what they were doing.

               “Mr. Park!”

               Several elves came to greet him, insisting that they’d take care of boiling water if that was what he needed. Jimin however, refused to do so, saying that he could do this much and trying to reassure them that they could return to what they were doing. Watching him interact with the small creatures warmed your heart as he treated them with respect, unlike how some would take advantage of the kind-hearted elves. Carrying on a conversation with a few of them, they trailed behind him like ducklings, some exclaiming that they could do his bidding while others spoke to him enthusiastically about the whispers currently filtering around the castle. Taking a seat at one of the four tables, which were identical to the ones in the Great Hall, you waited patiently as Jimin hastily greeted them while simultaneously making your hot chocolate. When his task was finally finished and you had a steaming mug in your hands, you bid the house elves goodbye and made your way back up toward your dormitory.

               “Do you go see them often? They seem to be rather taken by you.” You questioned, taking a sip of the drink only to grimace as it stung your tongue.

               “Yeah, I guess.” He replied with a shrug of his shoulders. “It’s on the way to the Hufflepuff’s dormitories anyway. When I was younger they’d always give me extra snacks so it kinda became habit.”

               The two of you ventured on until you reached the door to your house, entering the common room and settling down in front of the fireplace. The two of you talked for a long time, hot chocolate mugs long since discarded to the side. Your backs pressed against the edge of the couch, cushions on the floor providing your seating as you sat close to his side. His arm slung behind you on the chair, you spoke of anything and everything, never having an awkward pause as the two of you fed off each other. Lights in the room began to dim and the setting became cozy with the bright burning fire now providing most of the lighting in the room. The flickering flames casted shadows over Jimin’s face highlighting the slope of his jaw and the outline of his plump lips as he talked, enticing you closer until you were tucked into his side. The bones of his ribcage pressed against your arm and you could feel the expansion of his lungs with each breath of air he took. Knees knocking together, it felt cozy being nestled into his side while the fire crackled and burned long into the night. You could feel your eyelids growing a little heavy in the dim light. Though your body ached for the comfort of your bed, your heart and mind longed to stay with Jimin, convinced that you could stay up till dawn if it was with him.

               “Ah, I almost forgot.” Jimin shifted beside you, reaching into his back pocket but concealing the object in his hand. With his finger, he motioned for you to turn around. You did as he asked, turning to face the opposite direction of him.

               The pads of his fingertips brushed across the skin of your neck, nearly making you shudder as he pulled your hair over your shoulder. His breath was hot against your spine as you felt a cool chain being placed around your neck. Hearing him clasp the pieces together, he pulled your hair over the chain, something heavy coming to rest in the valley of your breasts. Glancing down you picked the locket up in your hands, pivoting to face the fire once more. The locket was covered in intricate designs and you ran a finger over them delicately, marvelling at their beauty. Jimins voice was low beside you and you knew he was watching your reaction. “Open it.”

               Seeing the latch on the side, you popped open the piece of jewellery, gasping at what you saw. Wisped tails of blue light like smoke sprung from the center of the locket, creating the outline of a winter fairy, rising from the cloud of light with grace and dancing in the air above it. Around her snow fell while a hauntingly beautiful tune played in the background. Surges of color made up of different hues of blue melded into each other at the base of the locket, casting the edges of her figure into different colors as well as she moved.

               “Merry Christmas, Y/N.” Jimin said softly beside you as the fairy finished her performance, melting back into the locket as you closed it.

               “It’s beautiful, Jimin. Thank you.” You replied, holding the jewelry in your palm as though it was your heart. However, you began to feel guilty as you realized you hadn’t gotten anything for him. Thinking back to the items in your trunk, an idea struck you. Rising quickly from your spot on the floor, you commanded, “Wait here.”

               Jimin nodded and you took off to your room. Flipping open your trunk, you searched for a particular item, though you didn’t have to search for long. Picking up the garment, you raced back down the stairs, seeing Jimin staring into the fire. He jumped as you sat cross-legged beside him, winding the scarf around his neck. The dark blue wool complimented his face nicely and you knew you’d made the right decision, but that didn’t stop you from being nervous as to whether he would appreciate the piece of clothing as much as you did.

              “I know it’s not much,” you began, hanging on to the edges of the scarf, “but it’s homemade, and a really nice color. In fact, it’s my favourite scarf. Though, it doesn’t really compare to what you got me—“

               “You made this?” Jimin interrupted.

               “Yeah,” You said sheepishly, “well kinda. I enchanted the knitting needles that made it, so I basically did.”

               An amused chuckle left his mouth, as he stopped your hands from fidgeting with the scarf by capturing them in his own. “It’s perfect, Y/N.”

               Lips curling, you looked up at him, a warm aura encapsulating you both. “Merry Christmas, Jimin.”

               He didn’t respond, the grin beginning to dissipate as he leaned toward you. His eyes were darker, something playing behind them that you didn’t quite recognize. All precaution thrown out the window, you didn’t even notice yourself inching toward him until soft lips touched yours in a feather-light embrace. His eyes searched yours, noses rubbing together as both of you wondered if you were really doing this. Tentatively, he touched his mouth to yours again, lingering this time. Each kiss became more intoxicating, lasting a fraction longer than the last until you both began to ache for more. Eyelids fluttering closed, you gave in to him. With the joining of your mouths, your body seemed to melt, tired of denying the connection you had. His lips danced with yours, nipping your bottom lip lightly but never giving you quite enough. Hands leaving the scarf, you wound them around his neck, pressing him into you. His tongue swiped along your bottom lip, to which you immediately responded by opening your mouth to allow him to tangle his tongue with yours. He tasted sweet, much like the warm beverage you’d drank which only made you sink into him further. His arm wound around your back, rising to his knees to face you as you pulled away the wool scarf, growing frustrated that it was obstructing the places your hands could travel. Breaking the kiss, your lips trailed down to his neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. Rewarded with a quiet moan, Jimins lips searched for yours. His kiss became needy as he pressed you backward, lowering you to the wooden floor.

               Your back touched the wood as you uncrossed your legs, giving Jimin enough room to settle between them. His body pressed into yours deliciously, the friction of your breasts pressing into his chest fuelling the newfound lust inside you as the locket around your neck was crushed between you. Fingers carded through his hair, pushing the cap off his head as you tugged on the strands lightly, eliciting a grunt. The arm under your waist tightened, making you arch into him, feeling every crevice of his torso against yours as he devoured your lips. His kiss diverted from your mouth, travelling along your jaw as the hand which wasn’t supporting your weight gripped your hip, drawing circles with his thumb. Wet, reddened lips left trails of his moistened touch as his head dipped into your neck. Sucking harshly at the skin, his hand snuck under your shirt, the feel of his fingertips dancing along your side sending shocks of electricity through your body.

               “Not in the common room.” A bored male voice rang out, startling the both of you as you scrambled apart.

               Shooting away from one another, you fixed your clothing, both of you rising to sit as the Head Boy of your dorm walked by, unfazed by catching you two in the act. The two of you sat stiffly, you once again cross-legged while Jimin sat with his back against the couch and a pillow over his groin, face flushed and lips swollen from kissing you. His hair stuck up in various directions from you running your hands through it wildly, but you didn’t dare reach out to smooth it down. When the Head Boy finally began his ascent up the stairwell, Jimin began to laugh loudly, snatching up his hat from the floor and placing it back on his head as you buried your face in his shoulder, exclaiming about how embarrassed you were. You weren’t lying when you said you were embarrassed, but it wasn’t the feeling dominating inside you either. Honestly, you felt elated, the self-loathing you thought you’d feel if you got with Jimin nowhere in sight as you played with the locket around your neck. Everything felt right with him. Perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad to be caught by Jimin; even you did turn out to only be a toy.

               When Monday morning rolled around, you were living on cloud nine. The remainder of the break had been filled to the brim with Jimin, each of you not wanting to waste the time you had to be together until the rest of the school returned. The morning of the first day back was somewhat like a dream. Secretive touches under tables and whispered words were strung between the two of you in a love hazed state. However, when lunch rolled around, that seemed to change.

               In one moment, it went from Jimin treating you like royalty, to him not even sparing you a glance in your direction. He seemed uncomfortable around you, uncharacteristically so. You’d tried to ask him what was wrong, but each time it was thwarted by a teacher or fellow classmate interrupting the two of you. From lunch until the end of the last class, a troubled look was plastered on his face as he took up a peculiar silence, making you grow worried as well. Maybe in the end I really was just like every other girl, you thought, absentmindedly touching the locket hidden under your school uniform. It wasn’t until supper that you learned the reason for his strange behaviour.

               “Guess what I just heard?” Leah exclaimed as she sat by your side.

               “Hm?” you said, mouth preoccupied with chewing the food in your mouth.

               “Jimin got caught kissing Ramona on the stairs!” She finished excitedly, making you choke on your food. Patting your back as you coughed, reaching desperately for some water, she continued on. “Isn’t that great, Y/N? Now you can relax.”

               You nodded solemnly, clearing your throat. Not wanting to hear their ‘I told you so’s. You hadn’t told them of what had happened over break yet, waiting until you were sure of what the two of you were before letting anything slip.  Now, you were glad you had remained silent, disappointment making your hands shake under the table. It all made sense now; his odd behaviour being a guilt induced side effect. You should have known better, you chided yourself, knowing that the way your heart felt like it was unravelling in your chest was your own fault.

               “Must be hard being that attractive,” Leah snorted, blatantly staring in the direction of the man himself. “It’d be nice to be the female equivalent of him, wouldn’t it?”

               “A girl can dream.” Annabel joined in, giggling at her friend. “I heard about that too, but everyone is saying that she pushed herself on him—“

               Not wanting to hear it anymore, you stood abruptly from the table, catching the gaze of Jimin. Your eyes held his for a moment, taking note of the concerned look on his face, before you shook your head in irritation. You feel like a fool for getting this upset when he wasn’t even yours, but you couldn’t help the anger igniting inside you. “Y/N?”

               Turning your eyes down to Annabel, who looked up at you in bewilderment, you muttered, “Sorry— I just need some air.”

              Abruptly, you made your way out of the Great Hall, wanting to be anywhere he wasn’t. Letting your feet guide you, your mind raced. Head spinning, you wanted to kick yourself for believing that he’d cared for you for even the briefest of moments. You knew that it was stupid to get involved him, and yet you’d done it anyway. A shuddering breath raked through you as you stepped into the cold winter air, the feeling of snow hitting your cheeks comforting you. It was still light outside, sun ready to hang in the sky for at least a couple more hours. Running your hand along the railing, you stepped onto the wooden bridge, rebuild from the relics of the Second Wizarding War. Stopping halfway through the sheltered walkway, you slumped onto the railing, letting your hands dangle over the edge. Staring down in the stream below, you pulled off the locket from around your neck. Unclasping it, you watched attentively as the fairy sprung forth, unceasingly beautiful as she began her performance. As you cradled the locket, you wondered how much of the time you spent with Jimin was genuine or whether it was all just a game for the boy. Tracing the edges of the locket, you nearly dropped it into the depths below when a voice invaded your thoughts.

               “You’re not gonna chuck that are you? It wasn’t very easy to find…”

               Snapping the locket shut, the music stopped; the glacial silence eerie in the bitter air. Craning your neck to the side, you saw Jimin, hands in his robes while the scarf you gave him was wrapped securely around his neck. Scoffing, you replied, “Why would you care? I’m sure you’ve given Ramona the same one.”

               “You heard,” he groaned, unsheathing a hand and running it over his face.

               “I did.” You replied plainly.

               “Did you hear everything?” He asked, eyeing you with hope. “I didn’t—“

               “Does it really matter, Jimin?” Your voice sounded exhausted, and honestly you were, wanting nothing more than to crawl into bed at this point. “Because I don’t really want to hear it.”

               “It does because it’s not what you think.” He protested, not letting you weasel your way out of having this conversation.

               Sighing, you grit your teeth and stood up straight, tucking the locket into your robe. “Get on with it, then.”

               “Look, I know what everyone says about me and for the most part it’s true. But it’s different with you. I swear that I didn’t want to kiss her. I didn’t even want to talk to her actually.” Seeing you squinting, he knew that he needed to hurry up before you snapped at him; the current explanation not proving good enough. “She cornered me on the stairs and just kept talking and telling me she liked me. I couldn’t just walk away because I’m not that much of an ass. So instead I was hearing her out and before I knew it she was trying to kiss me. I didn’t mean for it to happen and I pushed her away right away. That’s it. And you’re wrong by the way; you’re the only one I’ve given something like that locket to. Actually, you’re the only one I’ve ever done this much for.”

               Remembering what Annabel had begun to say at the dining table, you got the sinking feeling that you were too quick to pull the trigger, evidently not actually knowing the whole story. Even so, it didn’t totally alleviate how you felt. With a discontent laugh, you spoke, “Ah, this is so frustrating.”

               Jimin quirked his head. “What is?”

               “I’m not even your girlfriend and I’m acting this pathetic about something I shouldn’t have even been angry about in the first place.” You shook your head, feeling like a child.

               Jimin laughed at your comment, taking a step closer to you, “We can change that if you want.”

               “What?” Taken aback, you looked at him, utterly perplexed. Jimin didn’t do relationships; it was common knowledge. Unable to believe him, you looked at him accusingly. “Are you serious?”

               Shrugging, his cheeks grew pink as he looked at you sheepishly. “If you want me to be.”

               Contemplating his offer, you knew it could lead to heart break for you, but never in your life had you seen him so earnest. What he said was true as well. Jimin didn’t cling to people, never really having too. But with you, he’d stuck like gum, unwilling to let you slip away and even confessing, which was unheard of for him. But the possibility of something happening like today was gripping onto the edge of your mind, nagging you. However, looking at Jimin, you didn’t want to let him go just because of a million ‘what if’s. Jimin wasn’t one to talk about his feelings, but you could see now that he didn’t want to give up just as much as you didn’t. Realizing that maybe all these moments you’d doubted him were only a culmination of your own doing, you knew it was you that was preventing this from happening, proving that you were your own worst enemy. As you thought of the time you’d shared over winter break and the way your heart seemed to swell, unbearably so, whenever his skin grazed yours, you knew your answer.

               “I want you to be.”

               “Then I am.” He responded quickly, with a dopey smile plastered on his face. Coming closer to you, he reached into your pocket, taking out the locket. Leaning in close enough that you could feel his breath hitting your face, he reached around you to place the locket back in its rightful place, hand dragging along the chain to brush over the spot where the locket fell before taking your hands in his. Swinging them lightly between the two of you, he beamed, “I think you owe me something.”

               Furrowing your brows, you were about to ask him what he meant when his head nodded upwards. Eyes drifting up you saw the unmistakable leaves and bright red berries of mistletoe hanging from a wooden beam amongst a cluster of icicles. However, instead of complying, you merely laughed, taking out your wand and muttering an incantation. “It doesn’t count if you use transfiguration, Jimin.”

               Watching at the leaves turned clear, slowly reverting back into an icicle. Jimin complained in front of you, grabbing the wrist of your hand that held your wand. “Why not?”

               “Because that’s not how it works.” You giggled. “If it did there wouldn’t be anything special about it. Besides—“

               “I really don’t care.” Jimin interrupted, yanking you into him and clashing his lips against yours. Your eyelids fluttered closed as the surprise wore off, granting his wish as your lips smiled into the kiss. Plucking the wand out of your hand, Jimin gave it a defiant wave as the transformation above you stopped. Getting caught up within each other’s touch, the icicle unfurled, spreading out and curving itself into shapes until the its edges tinged green and red, forming a brilliant mistletoe for starry-eyed lovers to take advantage of; or mischievous, well prepared wizards.

anonymous asked:

I ship stydia. but isnt it possible its fan service since it wasnt planned from the start and i think jeff said he did this because it was the last season? and im also confused was it planned since the start? I heard jydia was endgame originally but then colton left

A few points to make, here:

1- I would need legitimate receipts of Jeff Davis telling fans he put Stiles and Lydia together only because it was the last season and people wanted it. No creator is going to admit they made a relationship come to fruition just for “fan service”. A writer/creators story is important to them, special and they hold it close. To say they did this just to do it means they don’t really care about their work, and I have a hard time believing that. A very hard time.

2- If Jackson and Lydia were supposed to be endgame, Jeff better have had one hell of a redemption arc planned for Jackson because otherwise, YIKES.

3- There is a huge difference between “planned from the beginning” and “fan service”. It’s possible that from S1/Ep1 Davis didn’t have the Stiles/Lydia romantic storyline in his mind, or maybe he originally thought they’d get together and she’d find her way back to Jackson, depending how long he had to tell the story. He probably didn’t even know if he’d get a second or third season, so his storyboards may have been different, or more vague. But over the course of the series, Davis consciously chose to write a growth arc for those two characters that in each season, shifted and moved and blossomed in a way that eventually brought them to a romantic pairing.
Stiles was the nerd with the crush on the snotty high school popular girl, and they transitioned to friends, to best friends, to being in love. Over SIX YEARS! There’s no way with the context provided it was a “happy accident”. You don’t grow two characters that way and not know what you’re doing. It’s Davis’ story, and everything had a purpose. And someone who believes that they were going to write Stiles pining for 6 seasons and Lydia never reciporcating…
EVER, is straight up bananas. That’s like saying “Archie turned Betty down in the pilot of Riverdale, so they’re never going to get together and if they do it’s fan service!”. Like… what? No. Your characters ebb and flow and they do it with reason.

4- Now if Davis said he did it because it’s the “last season” that’s very possibly him meaning to say he wasn’t going to put them together canonically until the last season for the big pay off. And that makes perfect sense.

5- When something is fan serviced , it’s usually rushed and doesn’t make sense. Stiles had broken up with Malia quite a bit ago, stating that the reason for it was that they were just “too different” (not in a way where they compliment each other but in a way where they don’t understand each other… like him and Lydia. Example: “I didn’t say it back” “you didn’t have too” and a million other moments). Lydia had failed relationship after failed relationship and she couldn’t even find a match with Parrish, all pointing towards the reason being the person she was looking for was right under her nose.

Just remember- everything in TV
has a purpose. Absolutely everything. And when it comes to 6 seasons worth of development well, that’s no brainer intentional.

No one has to like Stydia but no one can say they were just thrown together for the hell of it, I’m sorry.

dawn to dusk

summary: in order to save her sister, Elizabeth is sentenced to life in the custody of a renowned criminal. a sort-of beauty and the beast au.

pairing: elizabeth/meliodas, ban/elaine, king/diane, gilthunder/margaret, past mentions of meliodas/liz. merlin/undecided, as well.

sidenote: i am complete trash pls ignore me

fanfiction link


It was just past twilight when Elizabeth heard the telltale squeak of her door being slowly opened. Soft footsteps followed the opening and Elizabeth sat up in her bed, alarmed by the disturbance.

“Elizabeth?” a familiar voice broke the silence, and a single, dim candle appeared in the center of her quarters. “Are you awake?”

“Yes,” Elizabeth answered softly, “Margaret? Is that you?”

Margaret’s face was illuminated next to the candle, revealing the grim expression scribed on her normally beautiful features. Worried, Elizabeth swung her thin legs off the side of her bed and leaned closer to her elder sister.

“Margaret? What’s the matter, are you ill?” Elizabeth inquired, voice raised in concern. Her medical expertise was well recognized in the castle, after years of training with the nurses and doctors she was well-informed enough to be a doctor herself. Margaret shook her head, lustrous, indigo locks tumbling from her loose bun.

“No, I am fine.” Margaret replied, voice thick with an unidentifiable emotion. Elizabeth’s thin silver eyebrows knitted together. Margaret in her room at night was no ordinary occurrence - something was definitely the matter.

“Then…what’s wrong?” Elizabeth murmured, dusting her hand across Margaret’s forehead to check for a fever anyway. Margaret shok her head delicately, and Elizabeth’s hand fell back to her bedside. Her forehead was of normal temperature.

“I…I need to tell you something…” She whispered, her voice hushed with urgency.

Elizabeth nodded, signaling Margaret to continue.

“Listen to me, do you remember when Gil went on that secret mission father gave him, alone?” Margaret asked. Elizabeth pulled up the memory and nodded, Gilthunder had been labeled missing in action for almost a month after he was enlisted with the task. Margaret had been racked with worry, but when Gilthunder returned he had offered little information as to his whereabouts. It was curious, sure, but Elizabeth had been rather distracted at the time, her anatomy assessment had been going on the week of his return.

“Y-yes.” Elizabeth said reluctantly. She had a tugging feeling in her stomach that was telling her the outcome of this conversation wasn’t going to be pleasant.

“Recently, he told me everything that happened in his absence. He was gravely wounded, close to death after he completed the objective.” Margaret breathed out, the weightiness of the topic taking its toll on her. Elizabeth placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, but was shocked to see the appalled expression on her sister’s face as she shook her hand off. “A-anyways…”

This isn’t good, Elizabeth thought, Margaret never stutters…is she upset with me?

“Before he could die of his injuries, he was rescued…” Margaret trailed off unexpectedly, like she herself couldn’t remember the next part of the tale.

“Rescued?” Elizabeth asked, hoping to reawaken the older woman’s state of mind.

Margaret blinked. “Right…he was rescued, by a man…” Margaret sucked in an unladylike amount of air and continued. “He was no ordinary man, he wielded a strange power, and was the self-proclaimed deadly sin of wrath.”

Elizabeth watched the candle flicker at the mention of the man. Strange.

“This man watched over Gil while he recovered, but when he was in good health, he made Gil promise him a favor in return for his hospitality.” Margaret then lowered her brown eyes, normally filled with warmth and love, to Elizabeth’s own shimmering teal one. They were completely void of emotion besides sadness.

“Three days ago, Gil was contacted by this man once more, Elizabeth…” Margaret sniffed, ducking her head low to hide what were possibly tears. “I was there, Ellie…I’ve never felt anything quite so powerful in my entire life…”

“Margaret-“ Elizabeth was crudely interrupted.

“He’s asked for the favor Ellie, and he wants…what he wants-“ Margaret choked back a sob and buried her head in her hands.

“What does he want, Margaret?” Elizabeth asked quietly, her voice coming out in rushed, uncoordinated whispers. The sickly feeling of dread began to freeze, Elizabeth looked down and half-expected to see a blade of ice protruding from her chest.

“You, Ellie.” Margaret said hollowly. “He wants you.”

The candle sputtered, almost losing its life to the silent breeze.

Elizabeth found herself at a loss for words. Why…would someone ever want her? She was nothing – she was the third princess, no inheritance would be gained by her. Not even related to the crown by blood, no proper heir would be produced…

“I…don’t know what to do, Elizabeth.” Margaret admitted. The words sent a knife through her heart, Margaret was smart, sensible, strong. She always knew what to do – if she didn’t know, then who did?

“If I don’t do anything, Gil could die – that, that man,” Margaret spit the word man, almost as if she didn’t quite believe that he was real man, but a demonic entity that would wreak havoc on the Liones family. “He could kill him…he really could, I’m so scared, but Ellie, oh Ellie, I can’t send you to him, I can’t, I can’t-“

And with those words, Margaret broke, the steel like eldest sister of the Liones family shattered like a fine piece of china. Elizabeth could do nothing but watch, watch her elegant sister crumble, a flower petal lost from its home and caught in the wind.

“W-what do I do – what can I do?” Margaret gasped, her hands grasping Elizabeth’s shoulders firmly, leaving crescent moon shapes in her soft porcelain skin.

“How much time do you have?” Elizabeth asked blankly, there was still time, there had to be time, they could figure this all out then…

“Today is the last day…I’m sorry Ellie, I thought I could’ve made a choice by then…Gil left it up to me, he said he’d refuse if I asked him to…” Margaret choked on her thick, shining tears and Elizabeth felt her insides churn with uncertainty.

Without hesitation, Elizabeth made up her mind.

“I’ll go.”

The room went silent, Margaret’s tears stopped falling and Elizabeth heard the wind bite at the curtains to her balcony.


“I will go to him, if it’s to save Gilthunder…and you…” Elizabeth added, knowing full well that the loss of Gilthunder would kill her sister on the inside.

“Don’t say that, Ellie, please…”

Elizabeth looked her sister in the eye, taking in her majesty for what might’ve been the last time.

“What else do you want me to say?”

With a horrified wail, Margaret, buried her face into the smooth fabric of Elizabeth’s nightgown, pouring out her remorse and sorrow into the gossamer threads. With dead-like calm, Elizabeth raked her hands through Margaret’s hair, relishing the feel of the soft indigo locks against her palm.

“Now,” she said, surprised by the lump in her throat. She might never see her sister again, or Veronica, or her father, or anyone- “How do I get to him?”

“T-this,” Margaret shuddered, rubbing her eyes and thrusting a sapphire amulet in her younger sister’s direction. “I…I do admit, I’ve no idea how to use it.”

Elizabeth swallowed. She recognized it from the old magic supply research center, it was a location crystal. If it was crushed or smashed, it would take whomever closest to the desired location of the caster. A clever, non-traceable transportation method (unless thwarted by legitimate tracking magic, in which case it might not be so useful) that was often used by military personnel to cover the tracks of an oncoming ambush.

“Break it.” Elizabeth instructed firmly.

“A-are you sure?” Margaret asked worriedly.

“Yes. You will tell father and Veronica that I love them, yes? And Gilthunder too.” Elizabeth said flatly, mind-numbing calm seeping throughout her body. It was like her soul had already accepted death, and she had nothing left to feel but cool apathy. It was a harsh feeling, Elizabeth disliked it, but preferred it over heart-wrenching goodbyes.

“I love you Ellie, I love you so much and I’m sorry-“

“I know,” Elizabeth echoed. “I love you too, would you tell Gil not to be sad? You too, don’t feel guilty. I’m choosing this.”

“Ellie…this isn’t goodbye, promise me.” Margaret asked.

Elizabeth stared straight through her. “Break the crystal.”

“Elizabeth, promise me!” Margaret cried shrilly. Elizabeth just gave a tiny, tiny shake of her head.

“I can’t promise you that, I’m sorry.” She said, and finally, a well-rounded, silver tear fell from her eye.

Margaret’s mouth opened, then shut again, her grip on the crystal loosening.

“I…I don’t think I can let you do this…” Margaret lamented, the controversy tearing at her eyes.

In one last bout of courage, Elizabeth swiped the crystal directly out of Margaret’s hand and smashed it against the wall all in one fell swoop.

The crystal exploded, black smoke pouring out of the center and swirling at the base of Elizabeth’s floor, licking at her ankles and sliding up her skin eerily. The smoke was freezing cold, and seemed to grasp onto her as it crawled up her body, higher, and higher…

“No! Ellie, make it stop!” Margaret screamed, batting away the smoke fruitlessly. The smoke clung to Elizabeth’s body relentlessly, whirling like the eye of a hurricane and she could only watch as it devoured the rest of her with sadistic fervor.

“I love you Margaret,” Elizabeth repeated, the smoke clogging up her brain and making her feel dizzy. Was it supposed to be like this? She felt sleepy, the smoke was dragging her into a comatose like state, her eyelids drooped and her hand hit the bed, limp.

Her sister screamed and she was weightless, the feeling of falling attacking her senses, panic began to seep through her mind, was she dying? She was definitely falling – she would hit the ground any second now…

She inhaled one last breath before she hit the ground, only the ground was warm and less painful than she had anticipated.

…and the last thing she remembered were two piercing green eyes and a voice telling her that everything was going to be alright.


i think i just broke a fanfiction cliché record?? wow am i ever proud.

my first (possible) multichap in the nnt fandom (took me long enough) and pls forgive me i wrote like…78% of this at midnight last night so it might be a little weird

yeah ill post this on ffnet and see when i get inspiration to maybe write some more

Sapphic Story Time

I really need to get this off my chest, so here’s a story for y’all:

Basically, a few Saturday’s ago I went to a sports social at my university. I went with a friend who was in the team last year so she was able to introduce me to everyone and I really wanted in on the squad (I’m awful at the sport, but I love to watch women’s teams play.) So, I walk into the room where the social is being held and my eyes instantly fall on this insanely gorgeous girl. 

The girl, let’s call her C, turned out to be the social sec and literally the most loveliest, gorgeous person ever. So, the night goes on and I start to develop a crush on this girl - I’m trying to catch her eye and offering to help out whenever I can, but I don’t really get to interact with her much. 

On my walk home with my friend, I tell her how I thought this girl was insanely attractive and asked her if she knew whether she was into girls, or what the situation was. My friend said she had no idea and that she and some other girls had been trying to figure it out all year, but C never got with people in clubs or spoke about herself.

At this point, I kind of resign myself to harbouring this crush in secret, seeing as C clearly isn’t comfortable about her sexuality, or doesn’t know, or is straight. So, I go home and have a cheeky scroll through her Facebook to see if there’s any clues that might let me know if she’s straight or not. I’m still unsure, but my crush is snowballing massively.

Then, a couple of weeks later there’s another social, this time at a club, and so I pre-pre with my friends and then pre with the entire squad. Unfortunately, because I was a sports fresher, I was forced to partake in fresher initiations (even though I’m not even a fresher, plus I took a gap year, so I’m older than most returners too…) Me being me, already tipsy and cocky af, I end up having to down A LOT and I’m slaughtered before I even get to the club. C is at pre’s and I go with the eye contact thing again and smiling etc.

So, we get to the club and for about an hour I’m just with my friends, or in the smoking area, then, I see C walk past me in the club and my friend goes, “I dare you to talk to her.” Now, as previously explained, I am a cocky drunk and so of course I wasn’t going to turn down this dare.

I walk up to C, lean into her ear and say something along the lines of, “You’re so gorgeous, are you straight, or…?” To which she gets insanely flustered and I’m just standing there with my questioning brow on. 

Now, five minutes later, somehow - I briefly remember being led by C - we end up in a toilet cubicle, just C and I, and I’m like, “I just told you I have a massive crush on you, should I leave? Because I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, I’m not about that. I don’t want to make you feel trapped in here with me or anything.” So, I’m keeping as much distance between us as possible.

Now, C is all, “No, it’s fine. It’s fine.” And I’m all, “No, seriously, you know I have a crush on you and so this is weird now, right?” And she’s all, “No, it’s fine.” So I’m all, “But if you’re straight this is really weird?” And C’s all, “I’m not… Straight.” So, me being me, raises a single eyebrow and assess’ the situation for a second and then says, “What would you do if I kissed you right now?”

I want to point out that I was still maintaining my distance because I was TERRIFIED she would feel like I’d cornered her or something (I don’t even know how I ended up in the toilet cubicle, but I’m pretty sure she had a hand in it.)

So, to my question, C just gives me this little flirty look and I’m like… So, I stepped forward (I had my back to the wall) and kissed her. Like, guys, this kiss was life changing. Urgh. 

We made out for like, five minutes, just some good ol’ fashion kissing, nothing too intense. Then I pull away and I’m looking into her INSANELY BEAUTIFUL eyes and I’m just like, God, this is the best night of my life. (I didn’t say that out loud.)

Right, so then, we somehow end up tangled together on the floor of the loo (ew, right?) And we’re chatting for maybe half an hour or something, then she vomits a bunch of times (food poisoning I later found out) but I’m chivalrous af and also not grossed out by anything, so I stay and rub her neck and back and comfort her. I also tell her how insanely gorgeous she is, like, on repeat, and how I’d had a crush on her from first look.

We’ve been in the cubicle for about an hour now, and people outside are getting mad, so once she’s deemed herself ready, I’m like, “I should take you home…” So, we leave the club, just us (bear in mind we only met properly, like, an hour and a half ago) and she says she wants to go get food. So, we go to McDonald’s and she gets some food, and we sit-in whilst she eats, just chatting etc.

Then I walk her back to her house which is pretty far from both my house, and the club, but I’m drunk and I’d just made out with the most beautiful woman alive, so I was 10/10 ready for the adventure.

So, we get to the end of her driveway and I’m all, “Okay, inside you go.” And this girl just stands there, like, “Nope, now I’m going to walk you home.” This took me aback because there was legitimately no reason for her to do that. By this point I’d already told her I had a massive crush on her and that I’d perused her Facebook to see if she was straight, so clearly I had a justified reason to walk her home, but she had no reason to give a shit about me?!!?!

I was super confused and strolled up her driveway to sit outside her front door, essentially forcing her to join me. Then I try and get her into her house (she wouldn’t go). Eventually, I acquiesce. In my drunk mind I then decide the only way to get out of this situation is to SPRINT away from her as fast as I possibly can, down her driveway and up the street. 

But, alas, I reach the end of the street and realise I have no clue where I’m going. So, I duck down behind a sign and whip out my trusty Google Maps. Suddenly, I hear footsteps running my way and I know I’m busted… She rounds the corner, looks down at me and goes, “You ran away?! Who runs away?”

Then, she insists on walking halfway home with me, which in a sober state should only be five minutes walk. I think it took us twenty or so minutes and a lot of that was spent with me begging her to go home and trying to figure out her justification for even walking with me. 

So, we eventually get halfway and I turn and say, “This is it then.” And she’s like, “Yep.” So then I step forward and kiss her on the cheek because I’m not presumptuous, and wait until she’s walked out of my sight before I walk home myself. (It was terrifying, I thought clowns were going to get me.)

When we get home we exchange a couple of messages to let each other know we got home safe and then I sleep.

The next day I was hanging SO HARD and spent the entire day trying not to throw up, but I managed to ask her (via messenger) if she wanted to go for a sober coffee at some point and she said that she was trying to figure herself out (sexuality wise) and she hoped that was cool.

So, that’s the story of how I met, kissed and sprinted away from the person I’m hardcore crushing on. My heart is a little bit broken because I totally understand she needs to figure herself out first, and that’s nothing to do with me, but now I know what kissing her is like and it’s not just a crush, it’s like solidified, and the rejection hurts more this way, I reckon.

Love spells and parallels and nobody having a good time: Sola and Grainne

(Pictured above: men with defined foreheads and the girls they want to get with)

I woke up the other morning and said to myself “You know what I haven’t done in a while? Nitpicked the narrative flaws of Fate/Zero. I should make a post.”

Actually that’s a lie—but I was doing some reading and got to thinking about the story of Diarmuid and Grainne, which led me to think about how it folds into the story of Fate/Zero. There are two things that Fate loves to do but also doesn’t do nearly as much as I’d like it to: explore the parallels between Masters and their Servants (and between the legends/history of the past and the current world), and explore the fact that the fantasy society of the mages is a messed up and terrible place. Also give its female characters like, actual individual storylines and general respect, but that’s usually more a Zero-specific gripe, which goodness knows I’ve made before and probably will not stop making until I’m 102 and made mostly of cybernetics. All this and more under the cut!

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Are You Serious?! [Requested]

Jay Park x You Scenario

Request: Can you do a scenario for Jay Park where you like him but your really good friends so you don’t tell him but you start to get annoyed with him cause he won’t shut up about this girl and they end up in an argument and neither are willing to back down. Thank you!


TW: cursing

Word Count: 1667

By: Admin G (with some help from Admin H)

Authors’ note: 
We had a lot of fun writing this. Sorry for the long wait. Thanks for requesting!! By the way, Y/N is a girl, but if you do not identify as a woman, plz message us and we’ll change it immediately~

Originally posted by korean-hip-hop

“Which flowers do you think she would like?” Jay asks you as if you cared. 

“How should I know, I don’t know her,” you curtly responded.

You and Jay were extremely good friends, seeing as you two had grown up in Washington state since middle school together. As you approached adulthood, you had to part ways. Where Jay had become an idol in the group 2PM, and you went to school and created a successful career for yourself. You both had tried to keep in touch with each other, but hectic schedules and your regular lives in two different countries got in the way.

As you two neared the end of your 20s, Jay Park had become a perverted (which he always was) rapper/singer, and the founder and co-CEO of a k-hip-hop/k-RnB record label called AOMG. You had become a successful (put dream occupation here). Things were going pretty great for you. Even when you did lose connection

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headcannons and rambles

Ok, so I have several headcannons and fanfic ideas swirling around in my head, yet no will to post/finish some of them. So here’s what i’m thinking.

I’m going to post my ideas and snips of stories and if anyone wants to expand on them or craft them into real fanfictions, be my guest.

All I ask is that I be linked to it so I can bask in its glory, or some such. Also I would like to be credited. 

Here’s the first one.

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