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Author: @mf-despair-queen

Characters: Drummer!Dylan O’Brien/Reader

Word Count: 10,128

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Oral (female receiving), Multiple Orgasm, Public Fingering, Spanking, Sneaking Around to Fuck

Notes: Drummer Dylan does things to me y’all. Send help. Special thanks to @writing-obrien because she was a sweet pea and proofread this for me while I am trying not to fall asleep. Because we all know not to let me proofread when I’m sleepy. 

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…So I finally gave in and I’m selling what is left of my soul to another long running shonen cause why not

I will attempt to do a weekly review of the manga for those who are interested and to organize my thoughts. Before we start, a couple of things:

- I will need some time to get used to the names since there are so many characters, so I will switch back and forth between nicknames, code names and actual names (I still don’t know if people favour first or last names so I’ll use both

- I’m rusty af when it comes to the review business so I apologize in advance

- I already know all the spoilers cause duh I would spoil my own death if I could, so don’t be afraid of spoiling me of anything, chances are I already know and if I don’t I won’t mind.

Izuku Midoriya Begins 

i do love a good origin story

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FIC RECS!!!! PT. II!!!

since the first fic rec list is getting too crowded, i have decided to make a second part!!!! because everyone deserves to read a well-written seventeen fanfic

AGAIN, most of these are probably junhui/minghao-centric (or at least theyre mentioned), and completed! i will indicate if there are any ongoing ones i absolutely love.

http://archiveofourown.org/works/6808693 - OT13 (kinda jeonghan-centric). zodiac!au. 27k of pure talent. iS THERE ANYTHING ELSE YOU HAVE TO ASK MORE FOR CLICKIG THIS LINK.

http://archiveofourown.org/works/7254406 - catboy!jun and fox!minghao. wonHUI, GYUHAO. I AM ABSOLUTE TRASH FOR THESE TWO

http://archiveofourown.org/works/7235998 - MINGSOL DRABBLE. I HATE MY LIFE I WAS SMILING SO HARD THROUGHOUT THE WHOLE 869 wORDS OF THIS FIC. THE OUIJA BOARD SPEAKS WHAT SHOULD BE SPOKEN

http://archiveofourown.org/works/6925387 - JIHANCHEOL OT3 GOODNESS. i love polyamory. AND I LOVE JIHANCHEOL WITHOUT THE RIVALRY AND STUFF BECAUSE THEY ALL LOVE EACH OTHER

http://archiveofourown.org/works/7345429 - SOONHAO IS LOVE. SOONHAO IS LIFE AND I LOVE LIFE. rated m + abo!verse + bff!junhui what else do i put in i loVE EVERYTHING IN HERE and minghao c*ming just by being bitten by soonyoung i can die in peace ((this has a ch. 2 witht he legit sMUT))

http://archiveofourown.org/works/7340521 - GYUHAO CRACK ONESHOT. IVE NEVER BEEN HIT ON BUT I STILL FIND IT RELATABLE +++hansol burning down their dormitory while cooking dinner i never have related so bad

http://archiveofourown.org/works/7330090 - OKAY. IM NOT READY FOR THIS. IM NOT. I CANT BELIEVE I ENCOUNTERED SUCH A GEM. MY BIGGEST OT4. COMING TRUE. I WONHUI? SURE. GYUHAO. HECK YES. WONHUIGYUHAO???? SIGN ME THE HECK UP. its ongoing but oh my lordt i know this fic is gonna be the death of me

http://archiveofourown.org/works/7158680 - HOE!MINGHAO. MINGHOE. IF YOURE NOT A FAN OF INFIDELITY(kinda) then unfortunately this isnt your cup of tea. but i love vague smut and heartbreak and DYING THROUGH CRYING SO I LOVED THIS

http://archiveofourown.org/works/6770299 - MINGSOL. MINGSOL FLUFF(??) VERY NICE. amazing piece. i love minghao with anyone YOU DONT UNDERSTAND

http://archiveofourown.org/works/7086619 - SPEAKING OF MINGHAO WITH ANYONE. A PRECIOUS WRITER HAS STARTED A FIC. an oNGOING MINGHAREM FIC. minghao is an incubus and yall know how this will end, rite. and nOT TO WORRY, because chan and seungkwan arent included in the smut part of it! heeeheheh i love siNNING

http://archiveofourown.org/works/6115852 - MINGSOL WITH VAMPIRE!HANSOL. and horny!hansol. NECK. boners4days. side!soonwoo I Just Love Sin and Dying

http://archiveofourown.org/works/5230565 - SPEAKING OF MORE!! MORE!! MORE EVERYONE X MINGHAO, look at this fic. this one is actually ot13!polyamory, minghao-centric. i love polyamory, but if its not ur cup of tea then i dont suggest it. !!!!!!!!IMPLICATIONS OF DEBAUCHERY

http://archiveofourown.org/works/7387372 - meanie + angst because i love hurting myself through reading fics that makes me want to curl up n cry myself like a smol babie

http://archiveofourown.org/works/7386403 - ok im hurting myself too much, its 3 AM AS I WRITE THIS FIC REC AND GYUHAO IS HURTING MY FEELINGS BUT I LOVE IT AND I COME BACK FOR IT ANYWAYS BECAUSE I WILL ALWAYS HAVE A BONER FOR ANGST

http://archiveofourown.org/works/7383067 - OF COURSE, what comes bETTER AFTER READING ANGST???? sum good ol’ bj and hj smutfics, AM I RIGHT OR AM I CORRECT so here’s a soonhoon smutfic

http://archiveofourown.org/works/7205936 - GYUHAO. i love gyuHAO AND FANTASY AND SMUT MIXED TOGETHER. and they swITCH, WHAT MORE COULD I HAVE ASKED FOR!!??? i love authors i owe them my life i will sell my soul to the devil just the all the fanfic writers will live longer and write more

http://archiveofourown.org/works/7168583 - gyuhao. the title is a CLICKBAIT I CAME HERE FOR THE MEMES AND STAYED FOR THE TEARS

http://archiveofourown.org/works/6850333 - YES I LOVE JUNHOON YOU LOVE JUNHOON EVERYONE LOVES JUNHOON, kinda angst??? but not really because happy ending and i just truly love junhoon i love them ok

http://archiveofourown.org/works/6994786 - MORE JUNHOON. im speechless, i love junhoon, i dont know but i love them its slowly creeping up my otp list

http://archiveofourown.org/works/6932014 - SOONHAO. SMUT. another otp i have a weakness for. thIS IS SO HOT AND AMAZING AND MADE ME NOT REGRET SINNING IN THE FIRST PLACE

http://archiveofourown.org/works/6942142 - MOSHI PRISONER!AU. this wAS A WILD RIDE. I LOVE EVERYTHING. trigger warning, though: mentions of criminals doing criminal stuff without remorse.

12x20 - Holy Narrative Mirrors Batman!

In the middle of taking ages to write another hand meta (yes I’m back to that guys) this episode aired and therefore I am here to bring you my review of 12x20 and all the emotions that brought to the table.

Firstly, important things to address: I am PISSED that two POC women were killed this episode. I don’t really care that Alesha was brought back as a Twig puppet monster (my nickname for those creatures) because it was still two violent POC deaths shown on screen. Must we really keep seeing this on this show? After Billy? I know that SPN needs to keep its death count high and I would NOT want them to kill off Max when he is our only canon recurring queer character on the show atm either (not including Dean still hidden away in Narnia) but I’m still pissed off about it. I also didn’t like the fact that they showed the old witch’s immediate dislike of Tasha being a racist thing either. Yes I know she’s an evil witch but really spn? Racism and then have that same racist old hag KILL the poc lady? Nice going.

Anyway, that is my rant on that. So ya’ll know it pissed me off. This is a just fandom blog and I wanna keep it positive bearing in mind I actually loved this episode but it needed to be addressed.

I did love this episode, even if I am getting a meta headache over all the narrative mirrors they showed us and went to extensive lengths to portray. I feel I need to outline them all clearly so without further rambling here they are:

Max is Dean and Alesha is Sam

This one is pretty obvious. They went to great lengths to show this including adding a blast from the far past in the ‘THEN’ section by showing us the Pilot episodes baby dean (how high and young his voice was!) saying the classic phrase “Dad’s on a hunting trip and hasn’t been home in a few days”. To say that the Banes’ story then mirrors the first two seasons of the show would be highly accurate.

Max is shown to be the loud, flirtatious, overly confident sibling with his boisterous attitude and charisma. Unlike Dean however he is ‘out and proud’… Oh Dean… please find your way out of Narnia this season.

Alesha is the sibling who rolls her eyes over her brothers antics, and feels more like an outsider in the family, based on this conversation with Sam:

“He always thinks he knows mum better, because they’re both natural witches, it’s who they are”

“When I was growing up Dean and my dad had the same thing with hunting, that bond”.

This pretty much drums the mirror home, but later we are shown just how similar Dean and Max are by how Max takes the deal and brings his sister back (though perhaps not quite in the same way) and sells his soul for her, because like Dean, he is unable to go on without his sibling.

This is the main narrative mirror in place, with the siblings shown to be kinda co-dependent and willing to sacrifice for each other. It also really helps our bi!dean reading that he is yet again being mirrored with a queer man. Yay for Steve Yokey really pushing that parallel.

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Burned Pt. 1 [M]

Genre: Smut/angst

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Triggers: drinking, sex, dom/sub sexual relations

Word Count: 5.5k

A/N: based off a post I made a few days ago and encouraged by. This is my first time writing smut so please be kind to me. I’m still learning the ropes haha. 

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Everything about the drive home was the same and for that you were thankful. It had been months since the last time you saw the familiar buildings of your hometown. The farmer’s market was in full swing and you were tempted to stop by, but you knew your mother would kill you if you showed up later. 4 hours late, in fact. You probably should have called. You didn’t mind the lecture that was sure to commence once you got home because it was the first time you were able to sleep in for months. You were in your first year of medical school and it was taking a toll on you. Between work and school you barely had time for anything, or anyone. Luckily, the national holiday came right at the perfect time and you managed to squeeze in a trip home, not minding the long drive each way. Hopefully, your mother had prepared your favorite meal because it’s been awhile since you ate something that didn’t come from plastic packaging.

As you pulled down your childhood street you saw the familiar commotion of seven boys playing basketball in your driveway. Taehyung, your younger brother, had begged your dad for two years for a hoop. After Tae broke his elbow from building a makeshift one out of a ladder and a laundry basket your father finally caved in. The six boys playing with your brother were his childhood best friends. They’ve stuck together through everything, from dating each other’s exes, to going away to separate universities. You had never seen friendship like that and you would be lying to yourself if you didn’t feel a little bit jealous. None of your friendships had lasted that long and you hoped that nothing would ever get in between theirs.

The sudden sound of loud thumping on the hood of your car scared the shit out of you. When you looked up, you saw your brother’s boxy grin staring back at you. “If you dent my car you’re going to have to pay for it, you little shit,’ you threatened.

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How The Bloody Hell Did We End Up Here?: A Rant

Originally posted by nighean--donn

The problem is that Starz does not respect it’s audience.

Fans of the OL books are predominately female, and older. Not much in Hollywood caters to that demographic, though the few networks and studios that do produce content for them earn quite a bit of money.

The leak of the Print Shop still is the latest display of Starz’ ignorance of how to treat an audience. It was not a leak. It was a “leak” in the same way Rihanna’s last album “Anti” was available for free on her website if you clicked on the right icon. They’re backpedaling now because people are angry that such an anticipated moment was spoiled.

Comic Con was another example of not understanding their core audience. When you think of OL and the beautiful love story between Jamie and Claire, do you think of a dozen, buff, kilted men running around San Diego so people could get pics of them while they flexed their biceps? Or a t-shirt that says “It’s a Sassenach Thing”? Or gold temporary tattoos that say “Outlander Forever”? JHRC. This isn’t fucking Twilight, okay?

Or how about starting a Lost Love letter writing campaign that encourages people to share deeply personal information with Starz, a corporate monolith with no feelings and dollar signs instead of a soul? Then, they instructed Sam and Cait and the whole cast to slip in an out-of-place relationship denial by bringing up a fan letter as “their most awkward fan encounter”, but have them record a video asking for these emotional and personal letters the very next day. Are you fucking kidding me?

The biggest piece of disrespect: the IFH and everything that came after, but mainly that summer. They are THAT calculating that they would force their stars to deny a romantic relationship on camera, and then have them revert back to the behavior that led people to believe they were together in the first place to generate interest in the show. I am going to take off my tin hat for a moment and say that if they are really not together, said it, stopped acting like loved-up teens, and introduced the public to their actual SO’s in a normal, un-trolling way, we would not have this epic fandom clusterfuck. People are confused, and have every right to be.

I do not hold Sam responsible for using the “fans think we’re really Jamie and Claire and can’t tell the difference between real life and TV” during the IFH, and then “if me and Caitriona were together, we wouldn’t say…” two months later in a print interview. He says what he’s told to say, and if Starz wanted another outright denial, we would have gotten it.

Sam and Cait’s chemistry sells the show and generates huge amounts of goodwill and publicity. That they went back to behaving all lovey-dovey and flirty shows that Starz didn’t mind, and maybe encouraged it because they knew how well it would be received. But God forbid we read into it and ruin the “official” narrative they’re selling. Enter Cap Kirk. He bullied and harassed and shamed anyone who believed such a far-fetched idea. And what did Starz do when they learned some of OL’s biggest fans with the most popular fan blogs were targeted and hurting? NOTHING. We can be sure that they told the cast not to speak out on the issue, too. After all, they control everything.

I don’t think that Sam and Cait are fake and that their banter and affection is all for publicity. But I do believe that Starz knew it was a good tool for marketing and encouraged them to share what came naturally to them. Go on acting like a couple, flirt on SM but deny, deny, deny. Bring some dates to events to confuse the matter, but don’t publicly mention them. Sam and Cait have been used and now they are taking the fall for Starz’ contempt for their audience. It’s really, really sad that a production of such talented actors, technicians, writers, and craftsmen is not honored with a marketing and PR team of the same caliber. Starz is shitting it’s own bed and I hope that after S4 another network picks up the show and gives it, and its audience the respect it deserves.

CYBIRD Latest Otome Game

【’イケメンヴァンパイア’ 偉人たちと恋の誘惑】

Ikemen Vampire: Temptation of Love by Great Men


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Story
Characters
Napoleon Bonaparte
Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart 
Leonardo da Vinci 
Arthur Conan Doyle 
Vincent van Gogh 
Theodorus van Gogh 
Dazai Osamu 
Isaac Newton
Jeanne d’Arc
William Shakespeare
Count of St. Germain 
Sebastian


キャラクター ★ CHARACTERS

*8 characters translation is due credit to dear Ifa @laurifakristalina

Charismatic x Ore-sama

Napoleon Bonaparte

VA: Shimazaki Nobunaga

“The resolve to do something that can’t be forgiven –– Do you have it……?”

Called as the ‘Hero that comes once every a Thousand Years’, He’s the revolutionary who’s proud about his overwhelming strength. Behind his cool exterior, he’s praying for the people to live in peace forever. But even he himself doesn’t know his reason to be at the mansion…?

Tsundere x Mysophobe (Clean-freak)

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

VA: Toshiyuki Toyonaga

“You requested for a handshake, but what merit does it have for me?”

The genius musician that once called as a prodigy. He devotes his body and soul for music, He came to this mansion to compose the supreme music. In the depth of the cold, indifferent manner he has, he’s hiding a sensitive real self…?

Genius x Sly Adult

Leonardo da Vinci

VA: Kenjiro Tsuda

“You, are interesting. –– As a ‘research subject’, though”

Called as the ‘Omnipotent Genius’, he’s a thinker that excelled overwhelmingly in various field. Having no concept of ‘normal’ inside him, he’s a bundle of inquisitiveness that won’t be satisfied until he sees everything by his own eyes. He who is a sly, isolated genius, seems to have a huge secret…?

Womanizer x Frivolous

Arthur Conan Doyle

VA: Kimura Ryouhei

“Both women and mystery is full of puzzles, that it makes me want to expose them”

A British Writer. Known as the author of ‘Sherlock Holmes’ series, he’s the genius who built the basic of mystery writings. Even though his perception is excellent, his general attitude is frivolous. Having a womanizer personality, he even strongly approached the MC who he just met. His reason stay at the mansion seems to be related to his own book…?

Pure x Gentle Angel

Vincent van Gogh

VA: Yoshihiko Aramaki

“No matter how I painted it –– there’s nothing that can match your beauty in front of my eyes”

Painted the famous painting titled ‘Sunflower’, he’s a genius painter that loves the sun. He’s the older of the Gogh brothers, and is called as the ‘Gentle Angel’ because of his gentle personality. For he who didn’t know the concept of anger and envy, a big change is coming when he knows about love…?

Ambitious x Sadist Devil

Theodorus van Gogh

VA: Hisanori Satou

“––Follow me, prey. Assist me in my job. I’ll just say this beforehand, but you got no right to refuse”

The younger of the Gogh brothers, he’s a resourceful painting dealer who sells the paintings he himself approves of its quality. Because he’ll use any way if it means he’ll accomplish his ambition, he’s called as the ‘Devil’. To him, there’s a ‘past he wants to forget’ that he even kept secret from his older brother who he respects…?

Con-man x Self-indulging

Dazai Osamu

VA: Taku Yashiro

“To write, has the same meaning as breathing (for me). My meeting with you, too, let me just write it down for the record”

Even with his unprecedented behavior, somehow people can’t hate his easygoing personality. Although he made fun of people without ill will, it causes a discord between him and a part of mansion’s resident, but the person himself doesn’t care about it. He resolutely won’t talk about his past, but there’s a reason for that……?

Contrarian x Hidden Wolf

Isaac Newton

VA: Aoi Shouta

“I feel at ease when I know the structure of the things I see… but you, I don’t understand?”

Genius physicist. The story of him which [ I have come up with universal gravitation by seeing an apple falling from an apple tree at the garden ] is having too much fame. The great man with contrarian personality who came to the mansion keeps away his distance. As a person who has his own different rule about his [meal], the other side he will show as a vampire is…?

Beauty x Heresy (of different opinions)

Jeanne d’Arc

VA: Toshiyuki Someya

“Don’t touch me. –You’ll get corrupted”

A great man who wielded the sword as a soldier of French military during Hundred Years War (1337-1453). He has a beautiful face like a doll, but his eyes do not express any emotion as if they were dead. The ‘real wish’ of him whose emotions you can’t read, is a really painful one…?

Mysterious x Yandere

William Shakespeare

VA: Hirakawa Daisuke

“What kind of role will you play on this stage…..?”

A poet, playwright who represents the Renaissance of Great Britain theatrical play. He is also said to be the most excellence English literary author due to his psychological description skill and superior human observing eyes. He has soft demeanor, also a kind gentleman when interacting with you. However, apart from setting up other residence from the mansion, he has another side which is completely different…..?

Noble x Hedonist

Count of St. Germain

VA: Kazuma Horie

“I’m grateful for this miraculous, destined meeting”

An inborn vampire who has a lot of mysteries. He’s the owner of the mansion that the MC has found her way into. Under his hand, the great men found their way into living there as vampires. He usually wears an elegant and classy smile, but somehow (the MC) can see pain in his eyes when he looks at her. The reason for that is…?

Cool (?) x Butler

Sebastian

VA: Morishima Shuuta

“I’ll (humbly) have you looking after the great men in the mansion together with me”

A capable butler who manages the mansion. Although he is a human being, he is obedient in serving the vampires. His manner is always calm, but in the depths of his chest there is hidden passion in regards to history and great men. In his room that is always being locked, secret notebook/notes that cannot be shown to anyone are hidden…..


Living With You

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rating: t+ for sexual joking, swear words, and violence

pairings: nalu, gruvia, gajevy

characters: natsu, lucy, juvia, gray, gajeel, levy

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word count: 3437


Lucy awoke the next morning with a tickle of hair in her face. At first, she pushed it away, thinking it was her own. Her bedhead had a mind of its own at times, and often she would find herself buried in a pile of blonde hair when she woke up from a bad dream.

But when she heard a yelp from the other side of the bed after she flicked the hair away, Lucy sat straight up and screamed. Who the hell was in her bed?

Searching her covers for signs of life, she found a familiar piece of fabric lying next to her. A checkered piece of fabric. Growling, she dragged it up and saw that Natsu was sleeping soundly next to her. Apparently he hadn’t woken up when he made that god-awful noise, which was amazing on its own.

“Mornin’ Luce,” Natsu mumbled groggily, and Lucy narrowed her eyes at her roommate.

“What the hell,” she began, her voice becoming angrier by the word, “are you doing in my bed?”

Natsu yawned, sitting up. “You practically pulled me into bed with you last night. I went to check on you to see if you were okay and you grabbed me by the hand and yanked me into bed. You really wanted me to stay, didn’t ya Luce?”

“That doesn’t matter now.” Lucy didn’t like the feeling of her face reddening, so she turned away. “I’m still sleeping. Get out.”

“But you’re not sleeping now,” Natsu said, blinking a few times like he was confused.

“I said, get out,” Lucy hissed, and she kicked Natsu by his back out of her bed. What did he think he was doing, sleeping in the same bed as her? Why did she decide to just wear a big t-shirt to bed? And why did he look so damn cute with his ruffled bedhead?

“Luce,” Natsu began, but Lucy leaped out of bed and shoved him out of her room.

“Natsu, you can’t just barge into a woman’s room in the middle of the night. What I-I slept naked or something?”

“I’ve already seen you naked, Luce, so it wouldn’t be much of a problem,” Natsu said, and Lucy exhaled through her nose angrily.

“Just stay out of my room. Got it?” Lucy slammed the door and flopped onto her bed to fall back asleep again. Huffing, she rolled over to where Natsu slept the night before and closed her eyes. Seconds later, they popped back open again while she sniffed the side of her pillow that Natsu’s head rested on.

It smelled like pine and firewood, and she realized she quite liked the smell. She would have to go into Natsu’s room and figure out what cologne he used. It smelled woodsy and spicy and fiery all at once, which pretty much summed up Natsu himself.

‘Natsu,’ Lucy thought before sinking into a deep sleep, ‘Why do you have to be so moronic yet smell so good?’

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The Cat Lady

I used to have three beautiful cats. Chloe, Jewel, and Mercy. My sweet girls. I had the perfect family. A husband Greg, my son Dylan, and of course the cats. Jewel was the snitch. Always pacing around the table, warbling for whatever we had. She had developed a taste for green beans. Mercy was the prim lady. Always cleaning herself. Always sitting on the bookshelves. And always found where I hid the cat treats.

Jewel was my favorite though. Whenever my lap was available, she was sitting there. At night she’d sleep at the foot of the bed. In the morning, she’d wake me by kneading my chest. Greg would laugh and say she was just making sure my heart hadn’t stopped. Her version of kitty CPR.

Greg and I were considering getting just one more when the accident happened. Greg was on the way to the clinic with the cats to update their vaccinations, and… well, I’m almost thankful that my babies didn’t suffer.

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Lost Souls (Pt. 1)

Copyright © btswritingsforyou. All Rights Reserved.

Genre: Angst | Ghost AU + Soulmate AU | **Warning: mentions of death**

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Length: 1.1k

Synopsis: You were what they called stuck between living and ascending to the afterlife. You spent your days wondering the city trying to find any help; just anyone who could see you. You finally did, except he had to be your soulmate, your other half you left behind in death.

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Jungkook glared at the set of numbers on his shoulder tucked right underneath his collarbone and scoffed.

“Who needs a soulmate anyway,” he muttered under his breath as he tugged a shirt over his head covering those horrid numbers. He hated them.

Those words were a great deal of irony for him to speak such words with the actions he would commit that night.


You could only hear your desperate panting and your heart racing as you ran faster. You were no match for his pace as he followed quickly behind your heels. Your eyes widened as they met with the fence at the end of the road. You halted to a stop grabbing at the fence with your hands and shaking it. Maybe someone would hear. Maybe the fence would miraculously break and you silently prayed for either of those.

Come on, come on, come on! 

“HELP! SOMEONE HELP ME!” It was clear the intentions of the man following you. He had chosen the perfect hunting grounds for his victim.

The sound of footsteps approaching caused tears to spring up in your eyes. Scared was not the word to describe you. Your breath turned to ice as it left your lips.

“Please,” you pleaded towards the unknown figure. The man’s face was disclosed, blurred out as if your memory had forced itself to erase his image. You held out your hands in front of you, begging. His arms grab you spinning you around so you didn’t face him. A strong arm held your own arms tight against your body and cold metal pressed against your temple making you paralyzed. You could try to thrash around, but his grip was too tight —  you had already given up. Your eyes clenched shut, it would be over in a second.

“I’m sorry,” was all he breathed out.

You gasped as you sat up quickly on the park bench. No matter how many times those dreams came to you, you were always left damp with a cold sweat and heart that would put the fastest horse to shame. With a hand to your heart, you slowly began to calm and felt the beat of your heart slow to steady pace. The image wouldn’t have been erased off your mind though. 

When you stood up, you felt an ache in your back. This had been your sixth night sleeping on the park bench. Where else could you go? You were a wandering soul stuck here. 

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Braids & War Paint (Part 4)

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For the last three days Terrasen had experienced the heaviest rain showers in decades. The granite skies had held promise of precipitation, Terresen had had everything, from rain to sleet to hail. They’ve had it all. 

Her royal highness, Aelin Galathynius had been confined within the castle, attending meetings, reading, raiding Lysandra’s chocolate stash. She hadn’t been bored but Aelin did find herself missing a certain fae warrior. Aelin saw Rowan at meal times, ran into him accidentally around the castle here and there. Aelin had missed his brooding nature, even though there had only been a short while of their friendship, there was something about Rowan that Aelin couldn’t turn away from. 

“He’s like the plague.” Aelin muttered to herself realising who her thoughts turned to again. The princess sat in her ornate armchair, legs curled underneath her. The sexy-fun-time book she had been reading was starting to bore her. As her mind had been wandering, her eyes seemed to stray too, towards the balcony across the way. 

Rowan sat at his desk, penning a report to ‘his queen’, no doubt. His silver hair glowed against the rain on his panelled door. Fae senses really helped Aelin, but it was times like this when she wanted to shove her head in the sand. 

Rowan had caught her staring, the letter he was penning wasn’t a letter at all, but a sign that he held up to the door: 

You look braindead. 

Aelin laughed out into her quiet room, Fleetfoot picked her head up off the bed, startled by Aelin’s loud outburst. She searched around for her quill and a stack of parchment and wrote her reply: 

The rain makes my hair go frizzy. 

Aelin could see Rowan’s slight squint and the roll of his green eyes when he finally read her sign. The two passed notes across the way like children. Laughing at stupid jokes that the other had written. Rowan had the neatest handwriting Aelin had ever seen, she hated to admit it but it was more beautiful than her’s. She had one piece of parchment left, Aelin had to make it count

What book were you reading?

Aelin tried to hide her smile at Rowan’s question, it was dumb and childish, but the fact that he saw her reading must’ve meant he looked at her before she looked over at him. The butterflies of anticipation rose in her stomach.

I’ll come over and tell you about it.

Rowan’s eyebrow raise was the only answer she needed before rushing out of her quarters. 


“I can’t believe you like that garbage.” Rowan chastised, scoffing at Aelin who had waltzed into his room and lounged over the armchair in the corner of the room, her long legs hanging over there rolled arm of the leather chair. 

“It’s not garbage! It’s romantic.” 

“That’s not romance.” Rowan said, hunched over his writing desk, his letter to Lorcan was…supposed to be finished hours ago. It was just very hard to concentrate when the princess of Terrasen was bickering about bad romance novels that weren’t really romantic at all. 

“Oh?” Aelin piped. “And what do you know of romance.” Rowan’s desk chair groaned when he spun around to face her, the typical eyebrow raised at her poised question. She was looking into him, her gaze lingered deep and Rowan felt like pouring out his secrets then and there. 

He wondered how Captain Rolfe of the Mycenians said no to her. 

“I’ve experienced love, Aelin Galathynius.” Rowan scratched the back of his neck as the tips of his delicately pointed ears burned at the thought of Lyria, at the thought of talking about his love life with Aelin, about the situations he’s been stepping into willingly. 

“I have too, once.” She whispered, at the sound of her small voice Rowan became wary about the topic and did what he did best. Ignore it until silence enveloped them. Rowan could hear her breathing, he could hear her stand, he could hear her featherlight footfalls as she walked towards him and sat on his writing desk, flipping through his sealed letters, scanning over the address’. Then she stopped at one. 

“What is she like?” At first Rowan thought she meant Lyria, until he looked up and saw who the letter was addressed to. 

“She’s your great aunt, shouldn’t you know?” Rowan laughed breathily as he signed the short report to Lorcan. Rowan didn’t have to look but he knew Aelin’s only response was a shrug. 

“Never met her, I’ve only heard her reputation.” Aelin said nonchalantly, but he could tell that she was eager to know more about her estranged kin across the sea. Galan mustn’t be telling her much. 

“She cares for her people.” Rowan stated firmly, only slightly stumbling over his words, he was trying to be truthful about his queen, but usually negative adjectives are used when describing Queen Maeve of the Fae. 

“That’s not uncommon, every ruler should care for their people. It’s their duty.” Aelin stated. Rowan had never let a thought like that cross his mind, he’s experienced all kinds of rulers…none of them spoke like it was a gift to their people that they cared for them and not a citizen right to be cared for. 

“Queen Maeve is harsh but she does what she can.” Rowan hated the taste of lie in his mouth. It was ashen. 

“My mother doesn’t want me to ever meet her,” Aelin said, playing with the one small braid in her hair. “If my mother won’t let me, that must mean she isn’t worth meeting.” Rowan had no answer for the statement, he had no input. She had been his queen before Rowan’s soul was placed in his body. 

Rowan Whitethorn had never believed in fate. But he couldn’t help to feel like Rowan was placed in Terrasen at this very moment in time for a reason, whether it be to learn more about himself, learn more about the stigma behind his queen or be intrigued by the heir of fire herself. Rowan didn’t know, what he did know is that he is glad for it. 

“I’ve seen a lot of Terrasen people with braids in their hair, is it a custom?” Rowan asked, placing his quill back in the ink pot, giving the princess his undivided attention. As the question fleeted his mouth, Aelin’s slender fingers gripped the braid she had been absentmindedly fiddling with. She gained a vacant look in her legendary eyes. 

“If you promise someone something, or if someone promises you something, you braid a commodity that belongs to them into your hair and you don’t remove it until the promise is fulfilled.”  Aelin said in a light voice as her immaculate nails traced the leather band in her braid. 

“We have nothing like that in Doneralle.” Rowan said as he wondered who promised Aelin something so important she braided a vow into her hair for her whole court to see, he wondered if Aelin was the one to promise something. 

“What of your tattoo’s?” Arlin quipped, letting her eyes roam his inked flesh. “They are in the old tongue, aren’t they?” 

Rowan placed two fingers to his temple and started tracing his memories before he answered: 

“They tell the story of my first battle, I had thousands of soldiers under my command,”  Rowan’s eyes somehow found her heavy ones. “I had thousands, I walked out with a few hundred because I didn’t know what I was doing. I lead young fae into a massacre.” Hundreds of years later, Rowan Whitethorn still felt the crushing feelings of guilt and responsibility. 

“You inked your irresponsibility onto your skin for anyone to read?” Aelin quietly asked, extending her hand to his face where she traced the letters of the old language.

“It’s my burden and shame to carry.” Aelin’s hand quickly retracted and flew back to her braid. Rowan noted that her fingers held an unnatural warmth, even in the freezing walls of the stone castle. “Who does your promise belong to?” Rowan asked, his hand vaguely gesturing the braid. 

A small smile graced Aelin’s lips before a sad shadow shrouded the young woman’s features. 

“It belongs to me, I promised myself something on behalf of someone who doesn’t walk this earth anymore.” Aelin sadly answered, the way her thick dark eyebrows drew together made Rowan wonder what kind of event happened to cause such heartache in someone so young. Then he realised he saw this face on Aelin only a few moments prior. 

“Did you love him? The boy you promised?” Aelin’s eyes snapped up to Rowan’s at his question. She nervously swallowed a lump in her throat. Rowan could see all the clogs and gears working in her head, weighing up the options of what to tell him, how much to tell him, to tell him anything at all. 

“His name was Sam Cortland.” Aelin’s eyes sparkled with the memories that were probably running across her mind. Rowan knew what that was like. “I loved him very much.” In an attempt to distract herself from the confession Aelin played with fake lint on her sapphire tunic. Rowan stayed silent, waiting for her to continue. “He was murdered when I was sixteen.” Rowan’s heart clenched, he’d never had a lover that had passed but his separation with Lyria had been just as painful. 

“What was your promise?” Rowan didn’t realise that, that comment could be seen as rude, but when Aelin was taken aback, Rowan started scrambling for an explanation before she shushed him. 

“It’s a fair question,” Aelin said. “I promised him that I would be happy, even though he is gone. I would be happy because I knew that is what he would’ve wanted.” Aelin let a light smile grace her lips. Rowan knew that he should feel sorry for her, show her sympathy. However, Rowan knew that she was strong, that she wouldn’t want his sympathy even if he did offer it to her. She had vowed to be happy and live without her first love. 

“And you?” She asked him, her voice even and tenacious. Rowan quirked a friendly eyebrow at her, which he found himself doing often in Aelin’s presence. “You said you experienced romance, who was your first love?” 

Rowan could still feel the heat of the sun and the smell of the tulips she was selling that day. He remembered her smile and her dark hair against alabaster skin. The kindness that radiated off her in waves. Rowan could still remember he never deserved Lyria. 

“Her name was Lyria.” Aelin’s fingertips brushed against Rowan’s on top of his pile of letters, a silent encouragement to continue. “She was the most beautifully kind women I had ever met in my life. We were together for a very long time, I went away on raids and crusades very frequently.” Rowan took a sharp intake as he continued the story; “Lyria wanted a family, wanted a life I could never give her. She knew that too, but my selfishness blocked her into a life she didn’t want. One day I came home and she was gone, she wrote me a letter saying how much she loved me but I could never give her what she was searching for, I had no idea. Oblivious to her wallowing in her own despair.” 

It had been a long time Rowan had told the full story to anyone before. 

“You deserve happiness, Rowan Whitethorn.” Aelin said, jumping to her feet off the desk. “If Lyria has found happiness without you, then you can find happiness too. Gods, I hope happiness walks into your life.” With that, Aelin of the Wildfire exited his quarters. 

What she didn’t know was that happiness had walked into his life. It was the first time he had felt true happiness in a long time, happiness had strutted into his life wearing a green gown and a smirk. 


AN: I just wanted to thank everyone who has shown support and interest in this fic, but I just wanted to thank a few people in particular, who gave me confidence and words of wisdom. Without them this fic would have never been continued: @2-bookmaster-2 @aelin-and-feyre @rowanismybae @sparkleywonderful @cassiancalore @igniscorde7112 @illyrian-high-lord and last but not least @azrielsiphons

Thank you all so much, my heart swells whenever I see comments from anyone and everyone, I’m so glad to be in a fandom that is so supportive, even if your opinions and ideas are so different. Thank you to everyone who gives me and this fic time of day. 

If you have any questions, ideas, asks, prompts or want a general convo please take a visit to my inbox or my question section :) 

Much love and many thanks, 

-El. 

Men’s Lives Have Meaning, Part 5: The Hour of Ghosts

Series so far here

“There’s a tipping point in every tragedy where inevitability locks the exit doors on free will and you know that after this, there is no turning back.”

@racefortheironthrone

Hello everyone. My name is Emmett, and I could have been imagined, designed, constructed, and sold as a consumer for the Lord of the Rings movie trilogy. I had just turned twelve when the first one came out at the end of 2001, I’d read the books that summer, and the infusion of swelling Hollywood orchestras and Peter Jackson’s beloved action schlock was perfectly calibrated to take my love for the material and shoot it into the stratosphere. I still look back on those movies with love…mostly. There are moments, especially in Return of the King, where the tone tips overboard: 

On one level, that’s what we want our heroes to say, right? We’re up against the odds, we might not be rewarded for our efforts, but let’s do it anyway; that’s the lesson a lot of great genre fiction is meant to leave us with, in one form or another. The problem with that clip is the knowing wink, the sly acknowledgement that after they’ve escaped so many other hair-raising disasters, this is just another day at work. I get the joke, but it would make more sense for (say) a Bond or Indy movie, where it really is just another day at work and part of the enjoyment comes from how what’s over-the-top for us is normal for them. In the context of LOTR, it’s tonally off, because this is not supposed to feel episodic. It’s supposed to feel climactic, like our heroes are genuinely in danger as everything comes to a head, and that’s marred when you expose the plot armor so blatantly. If this is just another day, why are we supposed to be invested in their risk? 

Of course, Peter Jackson didn’t invent that problem. It’s a storytelling problem. And that is why GRRM created Quentyn Martell. It’s why he tries to tame a dragon and why he fails: to reclaim the stakes and re-sensitize us to the risk. It’s not just that he dies, it’s how and why he dies. What does it mean to not have plot armor? What does it say about quest narratives that they can collapse so completely and yet the quester clings to tropes as if they’ll save him? How are we to live if Story fails as an organizing principle? “The Spurned Suitor” brings these questions to the forefront, right before “The Dragontamer” sets it all on fire. It’s the most reflective and dialogue-heavy of Quent’s chapters, the most thematically explicit; it’s the one that cuts through the hellish imagery dominating this storyline right to what it all means. In genre terms, where previous Quent chapters soaked the fantasy tropes in blood-red horror, this chapter has a distinctly noirish feel to it, in terms of both imagery and theme.

Keep reading

Blue. (Tendou)

This prompt was given to me by my lovely mutual @capturingmyvanishingthoughts ! Hope I did your thoughts some justice, lovey!!!


He knew the snickers erupting in the corner of the room were meant for him, they always were. It was a daily occurrence that he had grown accustomed to, and subsequently learned to ignore. He knew he had friends who had loved him, and although he had told himself countless times that they were the only people who mattered, it still stung to feel the eyes of others boring into his skull when all he was doing was living his life.

There were very few people in this class who didn’t go out of their way to make him uncomfortable in one way or another. There were a few boys from the soccer team who payed him no mind, and probably only respected him due to his relations with Ushijima. Then there was a quiet girl who sat by herself in the front left corner of the room. Her name was __, or maybe it was ~~, but Tendou didn’t know for sure. Tendou wasn’t even sure if he has ever even heard her speak, exempt the times where she answers a question in class. She was a subject of taunting as well, but not as violently as he was. Tendou always had a snarky remark in store to retaliate, and that’s what made them always come back. That was his biggest flaw, cynicism. __ just sat there with her head down, or her face in a book. They couldn’t get a rise out of her, therefore, she wasn’t interesting. Tendou almost felt bad for her, on certain days. She didn’t seem to have many friends, but didn’t seem to want to make any. He debated reaching out to her one time, but he figured she didn’t want to be reached out to. Tendou knew what it was like to be alone, but wanting to be alone was a completely different subject for him.

Everybody had been seated for a while now, most kids on their phones or muttering with their friends. It was ironic that the homeroom teacher always wound up fifteen minutes late on Monday mornings, when students are at their worst. Minutes passed and the flow of the class was going the same, people talking, a few token kids looking over their homework, the staring. Tendou didn’t like to focus on it directly, rather he payed attention peripherally. He stared at one point on his desk, a book or a pen, and simply listened in. Some called it eavesdropping, but he preferred to call it, “gathering information”. So, when out of the corner of his eye he saw two chairs pull away from their desks, he wasn’t really surprised.

“Hey Tendou.” Someone chirped in cynical sing song. Queue Tendou rolling his eyes, and shooting the perpetrator a fake smile. He didn’t say anything, but they came over, nonetheless.

“How are you today?” Another laughed, creeping up behind him and leaning his arm against Tendou’s chair.

“Wonderful.” He muttered, continuing to mind his own business, hoping they would make it short and sweet today. Although it wasn’t physical, it hurt, and he couldn’t wait for it to be all over.

“You’re looking particularly ugly today. Did you do anything new?” A girl creeped up on his side and squatted down, resting her elbows against his desk. Out of everyone, Tendou hated her the most. She overzealously fancied Ushijima, and like Tendou, she wouldn’t leave Ushijima alone, but for a different reason. She wore too much eye shadow and kissed up to boys for money, and if Tendou was being honest, she was definitely a bitch. It was something he’s said to her before, but payed for it in return.

“Well, nothing’s different about me today but I could ask you the same question.” She shot him a bored expression in reply and pursed her lips, scooting her elbows father back on the desk to move away from him. He was parasitic to her.

“Has anyone ever told you you’re kind of an asshole, Tendou?”

“I could say the same thing to you.”

“At least people like me. The only reason you aren’t dead is ‘cause you kiss Ushijima’s ass.”

“You’re being kinda contradictory today, aren’t you? Keep going though, it’s funny.” Out of the corner of his eye, he saw somebody else approaching. He figured it was another student who would just pass by and ignore the situation, so he ignored them. The guy gripping the back of his chair seemed to be gripping harder, though. All Tendou did was cross his arms over his chest.

“Stop acting cocky, freak.” The guy muttered, and the girl nodded in reply.

“I wonder why you look like a freak. I’ve never really thought about that. Hey, why do you think he looks like a freak?” The girl nodded at the guy behind him, then towards Tendou.

“Could be the fuckin’ Satan eyes.”

“I think it’s the hair that sells it. What are you, a fuckin’ super saiyan?” She laughed, then closed her eyes, humming and thinking to herself for a moment. “Isn’t there a saying that gingers don’t have souls? ‘Cause that would explain a lot for you, Tendou.”

Tendou continued to pay no mind to her, just focusing on the same spot on his desk; a book he hadn’t been reading that he had to write an essay for in a week. Suddenly, though, he saw the same person walk up to his table, and set their hand right by his arm. He looked up, only to see __, the nerdy quiet girl from the front left corner of the classroom. He wasn’t necessarily confused, but he definitely was a bit stunned to see her standing next to him. Then, the girl who didn’t speak, spoke.

She tapped the girl on the shoulder, only for her to shoot her a dirty look and pop up on her tiptoes to try and loom over her. __ didn’t look amused, pushing up her glasses with her thumb before clearing her throat. Whatever she wanted to say, the former beat her to it.

“The hell do you want, nerd? I can’t believe you’re actually-”

Just like a slow motion scene out of a movie, Tendou watched as __ cranked her arm behind her, and as hard as her small structure could, slapped the girl across the face and sent her stumbling back onto the desk in front of him. The sound of the impact made the entire class to go silent, and Tendou swore he could hear it echo off the walls. Nobody said anything, just stared in awe at the quiet girl who made the loudest scene.

“Holy shit…” Tendou muttered under his breath, watching her as she brushed her hands against her ironed skirt. He could feel goosebumps prickling at his skin, and although he had no relations with this girl at all, he felt overwhelmingly proud.

The girl stood up and gasped, offended, but didn’t throw any physical blows back. Tendou figured she must’ve been as shocked as he was, as everyone was.

“The fuck was that for, bitch?” She cried, standing up and getting in __’s face again. __ merely shrugged.

“It’s for you being absolutely ignorant. It’s a reality check for how pathetic you’re being. Do you really have nothing better to do with your lives than bully someone in your senior year of high school? I’ve been watching you this entire year and every day I think Iose more and more brain cells just breathing the same air as you imbeciles. It’s actually hilarious that you think you have any relevancy in this world for someone who sits around and makes fun of someone who did absolutely nothing wrong, somebody you barely know and chose to judge based off physical features you find lacking to your own. If anybody’s the freak, it’s you.” __ told her off with little expression on her face, but Tendou picked up on the way her eyebrow twitched. In fact, it was the lack of expression she bestowed that made Tendou realize this was the most belligerent he had ever seen anyone in his life. She glanced down at him for a split second, and only a split second, before looking back up at the girl.

“And before you try to tell me off- think about what you’re going to say. Are you going to try to belittle me with childish insults, or are you actually going to try and debate me like an adult? Because until you actually have a mindset of somebody who’s graduating this year, I don’t want to talk to you. Same goes for you.” She nodded at the guy who was holding onto Tendou’s chair, who miraculously wasn’t holding on anymore. “I’m willing to accept any punishment I receive for hitting you, because in the end I know I’m right. I’ll continue to do it again and again until you realize what you’re doing is pathetic. Keep that in mind.”

The girl’s jaw had dropped halfway through __’s tangent. All three of them, and the rest of the class, watched as __ bowed in front of her, then trotted back to her seat and pulled out her book as nothing had ever happened. Tendou looked up at the girl standing by his desk, arms limp at her sides, tears in her eyes. The slap mark on her cheek was evident, but the shock more so. Everybody was still silent, afraid if they made a noise, __ would snap. All Tendou could hear was the way his heart was hammering in his chest. His adrenaline was kicking, and he wasn’t even the one who told the girl off. Though, the bursting feeling in his stomach was telling him that he was thrilled. Somebody had stood up for him, for the first time in eighteen years of his life. That person being the proclaimed nerd, especially. It was the most dauntless thing he had ever seen, and that’s what made his heart race faster. He couldn’t wait to tell Ushijima and Semi about this later. 

A few minutes later, the teacher walked into classroom, stunned for a completely different reason. “You lot are awfully quiet today! Oops, I shouldn’t say that, I don’t want to jinx myself.” He chuckled at his own lame joke and took a seat at his desk, still unaware about how everyone sat statue in their seats. Nobody dared to open their mouths, and nobody dared to mention anything about what just occurred. 


The next day at school, Tendou made it explicit to himself to go and thank __ sometime today. Not one person in the halls gave him a nasty glare, nobody bothered to bump into him while he was at his locker, and most importantly, nobody in the class dared to even look his way. The girl had been sitting in her seat with her eyes towards the floor the entire time. Tendou tried glaring at her for a minute, to see if she was actually unwilling to attack him. He figured she sensed his eye on her, she had to, but she still didn’t move. She didn’t even spare him a glance, and to Tendou, that was wonderful. As for everyone else, instead of huddling in their groups and gossiping about their crushes new Instagram photo, there was heavy discourse about __.

As long as Tendou could remember, __ was always the first one to arrive in class. Suspiciously, though, she wasn’t seated in her usual spot in the front left corner of the room, and class was about to start in three minutes, which was even odder. This struck the rumor that she was in trouble, that she was placed in school hour detention, or even suspended. Even though __ had hit another girl, Tendou deemed it highly unlikely that she was given any heavy form of punishment. She had a perfect record, kept on the down-low and he was positive the principal didn’t even know her name. The worst she could’ve gotten was forced volunteer work, or a day of after school detention. That didn’t really explain why she as absent, though. Her catching a cold would be too ironic for the situation, and her just merely skipping, even more so. Although all suspicions subsided when the classroom door creaked open. __ walked in with her bag and a book as she did every day. She looked absolutely fine, the same uniform, the same tired look, although, one thing was clearly different.

For some odd reason, the girl who would rather be mixed into the crowd than the center of attention, dyed her hair blue. It wasn’t even a dull blue that would be looked passed in a mere second. It was neon, almost blinding, and if it weren’t for the signature way it frizzed up, Tendou would’ve thought it was a cosplay wig. Everyone was silent until she sat down, and swung that bright mop over her shoulder. Then everyone turned back to their respective groups and started scream whispering about her hair.

“Why would she do that for him?”

“Isn’t she graduating top of our class? She’s ruining her chance to look professional.”

“Ya think she has a crush on Tendou?”

Tendou would’ve approached her then, but she seemed like she would rather not be approached. If he wasn’t in a public setting like this, he swore he would start crying. She began this rendezvous by slapping a girl, then went and dyed her hair an obscure color, for him. She was making a scene out of herself to make a statement about him, and just the mere thought of it was overwhelming. He couldn’t wait for this class to end so he could pull her aside in the halls.


As soon as the bell rang and he saw __ rise from her seat, Tendou wasted no time running after her. It saddened him to see so many people glaring at her in the hallway, turning to their friends and laughing about what a stupid decision she had made. The moment he got close enough to her, he tapped her shoulder. She looked up at him and her expressionless face immediately turned downwards. For some reason she was shocked, almost as if she was afraid of his confrontation. He muttered a quick, “hi” before leading her down an empty hall. She followed him willingly, which proved she wasn’t that scared of her impending confrontation. Maybe she was just shocked that she was being confronted in the first place.

“__, is it?” Tendou asked once she sat down next to him by the door of a vacant classroom.

“That would be me.”

“__, you’re the most badass person I’ve ever met in my entire life.” Tendou watched as her eyebrows raised at the statement, and for the first time in his life, watched her lips curl into a smile. He had to admit, it was pretty adorable.

“Thank you, but I disagree.” She shook her head and pushed her bright blue hair in front of her cheeks. “I think I was just being a decent human being, that’s all.”

“If decent human beings are superheroes, c’mon! You decked someone, it was incredible!” Tendou nudged her in the shoulder to watch her smile again. He figured she wasn’t used to being complimented. “I have to ask you though, __, why’d you do that? I mean, I’m definitely not mad, no no no. Nobody’s ever stuck up for me, though. So why’d you do it?”

__ took a moment to think, taking a deep breath before blowing out of her nose.

“I hate bullying. It’s pathetic, don’t you agree? Whether you’re eight years old or eighteen, it’s all the same. I knew that you were bullied for a while now, I mean, everybody does. I’ve been wanting to call them out on it for a while but… I just had no idea how. But then… then it was happening right in front of me, I was already having a bad day to begin with, and the moment I saw her just, slither up next to you I lost it. And, and, and I have no idea why they would bully on you in the first place! If they knew anything about what you do at volleyball, I assure you they’d never speak to you again.”

Tendou looked down at her, amused, and shook his head.

“You’re definitely something, aren’t you? And uh, how do you know about volleyball? You don’t seem like the type to be into that stuff.” 

“Me and Kenjirou are friends from middle school. I started going to your games for him but now I… I go for you.” She whispered the last part, and if Tendou wasn’t so attentive to her words, he would’ve missed it.

“Oh stop it, you’re making me blush.” He teased, hitting her on the arm lightly as if they were old friends.

“I mean it. I find you realy interesting and, oh dear, I sound really creepy, don’t I?”

“Nah, it’s flattering. You know what else is flattering? This hair.” Tendou laughed, and a silly smile crossed __’s face.

“I know. I know. It’s kinda bad.” 

“Why’d you do it though? Was it on your bucket list to slap a bitch then dye your hair blue?”

“Who has a bucket list like that?”

“I dunno. You just seem different enough already.” Tendou shrugged.

“I kinda did it for you, too. I’m not obsessive, I promise. I heard her say something about how your hair was ugly, or something and I was just so fed up. Like, how could somebody hate such a pretty color?” She shook her head, and looked up towards Tendou’s hair for a split second. “And I get that nobody else has red hair around these parts and I just drove to the hair salon and boom. Blue hair. If they’re going to make fun of your hair for being an odd color, they can try me, too.”

Tendou was silent for a moment, he really didn’t know what to say. He had to take a second to soak it all in, all the flattery, the entire gesture, all his suspicions being true. He felt himself shiver.

“Are you sure you’re not a superhero?”

“I’m positive.”

“Then you’re not normal, __.” Tendou laughed.

“Well, who needs normal?”

Fabulous Olicity Fanfic Friday - June 23rd, 2017

Happy Friday! So this is my attempt to both thank awesome fanfic writers for their amazing work and offer my recommendations to anyone who is interested. Here are the fantastic fanfic stories I read this week! They are posted in the order I read them.

Oh and I’m wicked behind in my reading!! So if I tagged your post #can’t wait to read and you don’t see here, I will still read - I’m just REALLY behind  - such a first world problem!


You Had Me at Hello by @tdgal1 - Oliver Queen and Felicity Smoak met at a Gala and had an instant attraction but Smoak Technologies and Queen Consolidated have to work together.  Can they make that sexual chemistry work and still work together. http://archiveofourown.org/works/11075379

Somethings are Meant to Be by @pimsiepim - sequel to His Girl Wednesday which you REALLY NEED in your life. Set after Oliver returns to Star City after being missing for 3 years, it is shaping up to be just as awesome as His Girl Wednesday http://archiveofourown.org/works/7693105/chapters/17526601

Beyond the Spotlight multi-chapter by @arrow-through-my-writers-block - Bodyguard/Popstar AU. Felicity Smoak is music’s hottest star. But when her fame and deeply hidden secrets breed threats to her life that cannot be ignored, she hires Oliver Queen. As her new head of security/pet bodyguard, their personalities clash. Can he protect her from the many unknown enemies from her past that hunt her, or will her intriguing complexities and his own developing feelings be a detriment to them both? http://archiveofourown.org/works/11067006/chapters/24679221

A Lost Bet and A Midlife Crisis by @herskirtsarentthatshort - Oliver loses a bet and has to face the consequences. http://archiveofourown.org/works/11220387

While You Were Sleeping multi-chapter by @lou-lou26 - Felicity Smoak, an IT expert at Queen Consolidated, has a little bit of a crush on her boss, Tommy Merlyn. The problem? He doesn’t know she exists. After she saves his life, Felicity is mistaken for his fiancee as he lies in a coma. Suddenly thrown into the welcoming arms of the man’s family - The Queens, Felicity soon finds herself falling in love with his brother, Oliver. But when Tommy awakens, Felicity also finds herself in the worst predicament of her life. http://archiveofourown.org/works/3286841/chapters/7172570

Girl of My Dreams multi-chapter by @tdgal1 and @c0bra5nak3 - Oliver Queen, CEO of Queen Consolidated, meets IT specialist Felicity Smoak.   Playboy turns boyfriend as he dates and falls in love with this amazing woman.  But everything is not perfect and the couple will find that they must face some obstacles together. http://archiveofourown.org/works/11066208/chapters/24677133

Signed Up for Love multi-chapter by @arrowgirl20 - After past traumatic relationships, both Oliver and Felicity are reluctant to date again. But after Oliver’s sister and Felicity’s best friend push them to sign up on an online dating site, they find that maybe they can both move on from their pasts and give love another shot. http://archiveofourown.org/works/11133207/chapters/24844758

There Was Always Something There multi-chapter by mindrambings - After having enough of Felicity’s behavior, Malcolm sends his daughter to a London boarding school for some much needed structure. Years later, she finally returns home to Starling. She finds that some things are the same while some have changed. As she reacquaints herself with her hometown, one relationship stands out in particular: Oliver Queen. http://archiveofourown.org/works/11060544/chapters/24662730?view_adult=true

Never Truly Over by @cruzrogue - Adrian Chase has Tommy’s body revived by the Lazarus pit. Tommy is then brain washed and his blood lust for vengeance against criminals also conditioned that Felicity Smoak is the love of his life and that Oliver Queen is the enemy. Always ten steps ahead even dead is his final play against the Green Arrow. http://archiveofourown.org/works/11189592

It Could Have Turned Out Differently, I Suppose (But It Didn’t) by @wherethereissmoak -  Written for the Olicity Hiatus Fic-a-thon prompt “at odds.” (and yes the title to this fic came from Jane Austen). Team Arrow and Flash are whammied by a meta-human that gives visions of how happy their lives, and the lives of their friends and families would be if only they had made different choices. He may have met his match when he  encounters one Felicity Meghan Smoak. http://archiveofourown.org/works/11226783

Please Don’t Leave Me by @felicityollies - Oliver can’t bear to see Felicity sell her soul to Helix, so he tries to stop her. (set in 5x19) http://archiveofourown.org/works/11034534/chapters/25087074

See Beneath multi-chapter by @someonesaidcake - Fantastic, hot story of Olicity meeting on a cruise but of course it’s not all smooth sailing http://archiveofourown.org/works/8053801/chapters/21054992

Keep it Professional multi-chapter by @mogirl97 - Oliver is assigned to be Felicity’s bodyguard http://archiveofourown.org/works/9243455/chapters/20960405

To Make You Feel My Love multi-chapter by @smkkbert - One year after the Gambit went down, the incredible happens: Oliver is found alive and brought back to Starling City. All he wants is getting back to Felicity and Madeleine. Though Felicity welcomes him back with her arms wide open, Oliver struggles to find his place in the family. It seems like his place – at least in Mae’s heart – is already taken. And it doesn’t help that it’s his best friend Tommy who seems to have taken it. A MUST READ. http://archiveofourown.org/works/10904208/chapters/24242493

Happy Not-Quite-Father’s Day by @overwatchandarrow - Oliver and William’s first Father’s Day together. http://archiveofourown.org/works/11236113

A Day in the Life multi-chapter by @tdgal1 - Felicity Smoak is an MIT graduate and assistant to Oliver Queen.   Suddenly she is his pretend girlfriend and in the spotlight.  Oliver Queen needs a girlfriend to get rid of an obsessive former lover and to please his parents. Fluffy, funny, happiness! http://archiveofourown.org/works/9229205/chapters/20931281

Eye Contact by @some1foundme - Student/Teacher AU. http://archiveofourown.org/works/11036964/chapters/24861222

Till Your Last Breath multi-chapter by @walker-oliciter - The countdown plastered to one’s skin showed how much time the other’s soulmate had left to live. For Felicity Smoak, that meant she had 3 months to find and warn her soulmate before he would die. When she met him though, she got more than what she signed herself up for. Especially when his secret identity was revealed to her… Soulmate, Bratva AU mixed with Olicity Fic-A-Thon Prompts. http://archiveofourown.org/works/11171919/chapters/24938952

One Last Time by @wetsuiton -  Prompt: Taste http://archiveofourown.org/works/11084547/chapters/24957036

Suspenders and Stripping to Power Ballads by @imusuallyobsessed - After the mayoral event, Oliver and Felicity finish what they started in the closet. And Oliver fulfills his promise to make her forget about Channing Tatum. Olicity Hiatus Fic-A-Thon week 3 prompt: taste. http://archiveofourown.org/works/11181036

We Are Home Now by @madhaj - This is my take of Oliver and Felicity dealing with the aftermath of Season 5 Finale. Everything until the finale happened. I make the assumption that William’s mother died in Lian Yiu. http://archiveofourown.org/works/11183232/chapters/24967518

Taste by @some1foundme - Prompt #3 - Taste http://archiveofourown.org/works/11036964/chapters/24960354

When I’m With You - Withdrawal Symptoms multi-chapter by @sentence-fragments - Arrow AU - After finally becoming a couple, the worst possible thing you can imagine happens to Felicity Merlyn. Her other half is gone and she has to find a way to live without him. Or does she? This is Felicity’s journey to finding herself after Oliver is gone and the decisions she has to make in her quest to find him. (part 2 of the ‘When I’m With You’-series) http://archiveofourown.org/works/3205622/chapters/6972173

Last Night || Felicity Smoak by @themanbeneaththehood - Oliver’s thoughts on Felicity http://themanbeneaththehood.tumblr.com/post/162011557647/last-night-felicity

Strangers in the Night: Through the Glass by @supersillyanddorky06 - AU. Strangers who meet young. http://archiveofourown.org/works/4493247/chapters/25141176

Secrets Don’t Make Friends multi-chapter by @felicityollies - Felicity stumbles upon the lair after getting drunk at Verdant. She meets the Hood, but it doesn’t go as she expects. http://archiveofourown.org/works/10938729

The Taste of Tears by @dreamsofolicity - Oliver comes to Felicity a few days after the Undertaking. http://archiveofourown.org/works/11191491/chapters/24989814

Tastes Like Pure Joy multi-chapter by @wherethereissmoak - Felicity almost has her school paid off - and her last night as a live-donor at a vampire restaurant will settle her debt. But her encounter with client Oliver Queen was anything but the quick and easy feed either of them was expecting. http://archiveofourown.org/works/11163723

Redemption multi-chapter by @vaelisamaza Oliver returns for being with the League after five - this story gets better and better - you should be reading this! http://archiveofourown.org/works/9107518/chapters/22278866

Forever at Odds by @laurabelle2930 - Oliver a vampire joined into an arranged marriage with Felicity. The result of their union and the reason behind it means that to save her life he might have to break the very rules of his survival. http://archiveofourown.org/works/11251638

As Easy As Falling multi-chapter by @charlinert - Felicity has just received tragic news when she meets Oliver, I believe there is hope, highly recommend but you will cry but not every chapter! http://archiveofourown.org/works/8035363/chapters/22542341

The Donor multi-chapter by @spaztronautwriter - Felicity Smoak has always dreamed of being a mother and she isn’t going to let a little thing like men stop her from making that dream come true. Having a baby by herself might just be biting off a little more than she can chew, but one way or the other it’s about to change her whole life. LOVE THIS SO MUCH! http://archiveofourown.org/works/11099361

Home (post-5x23 fic) by @dust2dust34 - Felicity goes somewhere else when the bombs go off. http://archiveofourown.org/works/8226541/chapters/25160109

Clavado En Un Bar by truefandoms - You’re too young to hate the world.“ http://archiveofourown.org/works/11254875

(A Taste of) a Different Side of You by @bokayjunkie - Felicity walks in to find Oliver doing something she would have never expected; cooking. Takes place in my lets get together (have our teams combined) world. This can be read as a stand alone story with only small references to the previous ones, but where’s the fun in that. Olicity hiatus ficathon, this week’s prompt: taste. http://archiveofourown.org/works/11187705

Aafreen (Alluring) by @crazycrystal10 -  Police detective Felicity Smoak tries to make her husband, billionaire Oliver Queen understand the need for security. AU. Week’s prompt : Taste http://archiveofourown.org/works/11191461

Summer Vacation: The Grand Tour by @dmichellewrites - Prompt 3 (again): Taste. Felicity returns the favor in her office. http://archiveofourown.org/works/11074743/chapters/24995298

Home multi-chapter by @adiwriting - Oliver and Felicity have been best friends since 1st grade. So when Oliver is found by some fishermen after he being lost at sea for 5 years, she’s ecstatic. The only problem is, the Oliver she lost, may not be the Oliver they found. http://archiveofourown.org/works/11259471/chapters/25174200

Blessings in Disguise by @gypsyfire1066 - Tumblr prompt- Taste http://archiveofourown.org/works/11194398

Never Enough by @olicitydaydream - Felicity was aware that she was being petty and childish but she was sick and tired of being constantly outdone by Oliver Queen http://archiveofourown.org/works/11194695

Sometimes, Love Isn’t Enough multi-chapter by @arrowfan437 - A mark. In this world, it defines you. And who you are with your partner. Felicity’s been searching all around for the one that’ll bring meaning to her mark. And she found him. But after being around him for so long, she wonders why she was given the mark at all. http://archiveofourown.org/works/10789404/chapters/23932119

News-Report: Flames by @cruzrogue - Two huge fires not so far from Star City. Oliver unable to help physically it hits him hard. Felicity tries her best to calm him though she too is so devastated at the loss. Oliver writing in his journal. http://cruzrogue.tumblr.com/post/162093820879/news-report-flames

There’s Nobody Here (Just Us Together): Happiness in 20 words or lessby @pennedbyv - Olicity prompt - http://archiveofourown.org/works/11197137/chapters/25004514

Eye Contact by @pennedbyv - Olicity Hiatus Fic-a-thon prompt eye contact http://archiveofourown.org/works/10996266/chapters/25004745

Sour Taste by @madhaj - Oliver, after a hard fight, feels a bad taste invade his mouth http://archiveofourown.org/works/11085039/chapters/24992694

Most Secrets Come with a Price: Taste by @diggo26 - Prompt taste -http://archiveofourown.org/works/11055969/chapters/25014141

Nothing Feels Like You: All I Want by @releaseurinhibitions - Set after 2x23 (including the alternative scene in the Queen Manor). Written for the olicity hiatus fic-a-thon | prompt: taste. http://archiveofourown.org/works/11018673/chapters/25017690

Bonds That Can’t Be Broken multi-chapter by @wherethereissmoak - Felicity goes off her meds to enjoy one heat with a random stranger after her graduation before settling down to focus on her career. On the drunken night out in Vegas, she finds an Alpha and they have what she hopes is a one night stand. But the next morning, she wakes up with a bondmate bite and realizes she cannot remember many details of the night before. Oliver Queen knows that he bonded with a beautiful woman, but he has no idea who she was. The two try (and often fail) to move on with their life without hope of ever finding their mate, but does fate have other plans for them? And when they reunite, can they overcome all the forces of evil in their path to finally be together? http://archiveofourown.org/works/11067591/chapters/24680781

Pieces of Always multi-chapter by @so-caffeinated and @dust2dust34 - Life continues after Forever is Composed of Nows. Ongoing non-linear collection of family moments for the Queens. http://archiveofourown.org/works/8220479/chapters/18840356

Killer Frost Smoak multi-chapter by @tdgal1 - Felicity is with Barry during the particle accelerator and becomes Killer Frost.  How does she handle this and does she tell Oliver? http://archiveofourown.org/works/8654356/chapters/19846777

Return to Me multi-chapter by @diggo26 - What would you do if you woke up tomorrow with the last 5 years of your memories gone? After an unfortunate accident, Oliver Queen must figure out his place in a life he has no memory of whilst his wife, Felicity, does everything she can to support him. With emotions, secrets and relationships pushed to the limits; will love and friendship be enough to turn back the hands of time?http://archiveofourown.org/works/10536999/chapters/23265480

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Why Wincest? : An Honest Answer.


Like most Wincest shippers, I get asked a lot of different questions about why it is so appealing to me. Fortunately, I havent received any hate regarding it (yet) just mostly curiosity, and to be honest, I ask myself all the same questions.

To be clear, I am only answering for myself, since everyone’s experience is different, but I know there are people who feel the same way. I’ll start by saying, I don’t have a brother kink, or any interest in m/m sex, but something about Sam and Dean specifically, intrigued me very early on. I’d say somewhere around “Woooaaah easy tiger” (Dean grins) “Dean!?” (Sam answers breathlessly) I thought, “Oh yeah, these 2 wanna bang each other!” and that was literally the first scene we ever saw of Sam and Dean together. 

There is a reason why the writers/producers gave us a scene like this as our first introduction to the brothers’s relationship, it’s because they want us to sense sexual tension between them. This is the type of scene that TV shows and movies use to plant such thoughts between characters. For whatever reason 2 characters suddenly have physical contact, or maybe just long eye contact. The trope we’ve seen a million times, the “oops our bodies are touching and we made eye contact” that has started almost every love story ever. Since this is the very first scene between the brothers, the writers wanted to establish this immediately. 

So, like so many people, I noticed this, and then thought “well thats kinda gross, they’re brothers” and moved on. However, it didnt stop there. The writers threw in text mixed with subtext to keep it going. From standing/sitting too close together, unnecessary touching, grabbing, pinning each other against the wall, and so on, mixed with spoken text about how much one needs the other, or how theres nothing they wouldnt do for each other, established in concrete, that these 2 are not normal brothers. 


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Long ago, the four nations lived together in harmony....

But that was a long, long time ago, in a place far, far away from Gotham.

Bruce Wayne and his family were non benders in a city of trouble and turmoil. The most prominent figures in the Gotham socialite scene, seeing as they had amassed their fame and fortune by selling gear to help give the other non benders a fighting chance. See, this rubbed some of the bigger bending crime bosses the wrong way. And so they attacked one night in an alleyway, leaving a tiny Bruce Wayne to the care of the family butler.

Alfred had served in the Earth Kingdom’s army long before he came into service for the Wayne’s. He was also a non bender, someone who could teach Bruce how to survive in a city built by the ultra powerful. And so Bruce learned how to fight, with technology he and Alfred created together. He vowed to rid Gotham of the terrible presence that were the benders who took advantage of the rest of the population. 

Long after Bruce had made a name for himself in the streets, a certain Dick Grayson entered his life. The Graysons were air nomads, and extraordinarily talented benders. They put on shows within a traveling “circus” of sorts, a place where people from all walks of life could live in peace. The Graysons were famous there, you see, pulling off the most death-defying moves that few air benders even bothered to attempt. Even little Dickie could do their signature move, the quadruple flip without a glider. One night, the show came to Gotham, a place notoriously savage towards the peaceful airnomads. Tony Zuko (lmao get it) decided that their message of inter-bending and nonbonding unity had no place in Gotham. Bruce was there the night Zuko sabotaged Dick’s parents’ gliders, making them fall to their deaths while the audience could only watch. He took Dick in, trained him, let him hone his skills as well as his anger. Dick was an adept airbender, quick, agile, flexible. He was exactly the kind of partner Bruce needed in his fight to rid Gotham of crime. 

Then came Jason, a native Gothamite who knew the streets like the back of his hand. He, too, was an orphan, and so surviving on the streets alone made him as tough as the rock he bended. His mother was a non bender, killed by overdose, long after his good for nothing earth nation soldier father left them behind. And so Jason Todd did what he had to do to survive, even if that meant attempting to steal the wheels off of a Wayne Corps. Cabbage Cart (lmao I’m having fun w this). It was for the better Bruce was there that day, inspecting the local carts as they distributed food to the poor. He saw quickly that Jason was a powerhouse, using his bending to get what he needed, despite what injury he caused to other people. Soon enough, Jason was a part of the family, and a part of the team that was making Gotham’s biggest crime bosses quake in their boots. 

Tim Drake was also native to Gotham. Though his mother was a wealthy archaeologist, using her earthbending to unearth the delicate artifacts, Tim’s father came from the southern water tribe. The two met in Gotham and settled in as wealthy benders, who were so caught up in the politics of the city they often neglected their son, Tim, who was a timid waterbender. Since his father wasn’t around to teach him, and he had no one else to turn to, Tim turned all his attention towards Gotham’s Saviors. This included a certain Dick Grayson, who could be seen gliding through the streets at all hours of the night, taking down whoever was in his path swiftly and cleanly. Tim snuck out whenever he could to watch Dick soar around the city, saving people. It was by watching that he picked up a few of Dick’s moves and practiced on his own, manipulating water the way Dick manipulated air. Bruce only found him after spotting the large flash and smoke of Tim’s newfangled camera coming from a nearby rooftop. It was then Tim, too, entered the family, as he proved his knowledge and strategical skill. He was quick to pick up Bruce’s technology and even quicker to master water bending under the right tutelage. 

Then there was Damian al Ghul, the surprise no one was ready for. He was Bruce’s blood son, the heir to the al Ghul legacy. His father was Firelord, and so  he would only accept a grandson who was the best of best, as he might one day be his successor. So Damian was trained by his mother, a formidable master of fire. That is, until he was left on Bruce’s doorstep. Having a fire bender in the family, especially such a small and angry one, was difficult at first. That was before they figured out the little demon and his quirks. His very deadly quirks. Alfred was not happy when he set the rose garden on fire. But eventually he, too, was part of the team as well as the family. 

And so though the four nations no longer lived together in harmony, there were always Gotham’s saviors who could be counted on to bring balance to the world. 

anonymous asked:

JackCrutchie soulmate tattoo AU?

IM SO SORRY- this has been sitting in my inbox for weeks on end and I just could not think of anything. But I just did. So here you go I hope you’ll still take it.

Jack knew he was different from the minute he understood what soulmate marks were. Everyone had scribbles of the first words their soulmate would say to them, tattooed on their wrist.

Everyone but Jack.

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Vanderwood Route - Mystic Messenger

✿ so i am a complete vanderwood trashpit, and this is my attempt to write a detailed fan-route about our favorite confused spy. if you enjoy my work and want a vanderwood route as desperately as I do, please feel free to sell your soul to cheritz in the interests of giving our leopard-print love a little more limelight.

In celebration of 1,000 followers and 100 posts… on with the show!

W A R N I N G

This is not spoiler free, and it assumes that you have played - or are at least aware of - many elements of 707′s route.

There are some mentions of suicide, abusive childhoods, and other potentially triggering topics in this route. They are not described in depth though. If you can handle the game, you can probable handle this.

General Notes

  • After completing 707′s route, new options will be unlocked in the deep route prologue that allow dark purple hearts to be gained. Accumulation of enough of these hearts will, much like all the other routes, cause the player to get Vanderwood’s Route on Day 5.
  • Calling and texting Vanderwood will not be available from the beginning of the route, but after a certain point it will be unlocked.
  • In the interests of making this accessible, I use ‘they’ for Vanderwood. Please, feel free to insert whatever headcanoned pronoun and gender identity you wish for them.
  • I have also done a little work to create a more detailed backstory for them. It felt necessary, since we know so little about them in comparison to the others. I hope this only enhances your enjoyment!

D1 - D4

  • The new options in the deep route initially seem to focus on 707. Much like accessing his route, you joke around with him, but the topics focus more on embellished stories from his secret agent life and his relationship to his “maid”, Mary Vanderwood the III.
  • This gives the player a lot of background into 707′s life as a secret agent, providing more stories like the potato chip incident. All of them are told humorously, of course. Through them, the chat begins to get a sense that Mary Vanderwood the III is actually a dear friend to Seven, who has saved his life on multiple occasions and whose life has been saved by him in return. However, Seven does not admit this, instead saying that they simply work in the same spaces, and ‘their relationship does not go beyond maid and master.’
  • The good options include asking about Vanderwood’s habits, hobbies, and personality, and also telling Seven that Vanderwood sounds like a very loyal friend who will go out of their way to take care of him. The other members will agree with this - (particularly Jaehee and Yoosung) - saying that Vanderwood goes above-and-beyond what would be expected for a ‘maid’, given they help him with his work, bring him tea and coffee when he’s having a hard time, and they’ve put themselves in significant danger to ensure his safety.
    • MC: Wow… It sounds like she really cares for you! (+1 Dark Purple Heart)
    • Zen: Yeah! She’s totally in love with you! I’m so jealous!!!
    • 707: i guess we know that Zen’s into maids lololol
  • On Day 3, if you select an option that gets 707 to talk more about Vanderwood, he’ll send one of the first Vanderwood CGs - a picture of 707 cross-dressing accompanied by Vanderwood in a suit. It’s a surprise selfie taken by 707, and Vanderwood clearly doesn’t look happy about it.
    • (Seven says that the person in a dress is Vanderwood, and Zen predictably believes him.)
  • Seven is veeeery slowly starting to accept that Vanderwood is actually his friend by the evening of the fourth day, and he’s becoming extremely comforting pal-ing around with MC. In Vanderwood’s route, Seven is basically your bestie.

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Creepypasta #1174: Don’t Follow The Fiddler

Length: Long

When I was a child, I would spend my summers in my grandparent’s old cabin in the woods, deep in the valleys of eastern Norway. My grandmother grew up in the area, and would tell me horrible tales of the underground people, to scare me away from breaking the rules, to keep me safe when I played alone around the cabin. Let’s just say that recent events has made me consider that these might have been more than old fashioned campfire stories to scare a young child. Don’t worry, you don’t have to read all that. You should read this though. The more you know, right?

Well, here’s the story. Just like my grandmother would tell it.

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I was young, then. Very young. And it was long before I ever met your grandfather, I want you to remember that when you hear the story, ok?

I was all alone at the farm. Did you ever see the farm? Did we sell it before you were born? I can’t remember. It was in the next valley over from this one. The woods were the same as here though. Tall, dark, fir trees. So easy for someone to hide. Something to hide. And they did hide there, the somethings. They still do. Oh dear, where was I. Oh. My parents were poor. Back then we rented the little piece of land. We grew some potatoes and owned some hens. Later, a few cows. Nothing like these huge subsidized farms we have these days. Oh, what my father could have done if someone only helped him. Well, that’s not the story I’m tellin’, so just forget about all that.

I was all alone on the farm, my parents had gone to market. My brothers had gone to America to try their luck, as poor people did in those days. Died over there too, but that’s neither here nor there. I was alone on the farm. Stop me if I start rambling again, will you?

Well, I was out on the marsh, picking cloudberries. Those days we needed all the food we could get. It had been a beautiful, sunny day, which was drawing to an end. I looked wistfully at the forest as the wet marsh started seeping through my left shoe. I moved to a different patch of berries, hoping it’d be a drier experience.

Then I heard it. Faint, far away, but clear as day. A fiddle. Now, I always loved the sound of the fiddle. I didn’t get to hear it very often. Every once in a while, a fiddler would come to our little village, and if father was feeling generous, I’d get to go to the dance. That’s how I met your grandfather, too. But that’s another story for another day. I heard the fiddle. I was curious, I wanted to know who was playing a fiddle out here.

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