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@fanficsallthewayhey
Spiritual side of Tumblr, help a desperate gal out 😭😭😭
I lost a handmade silver ring that means a lot to me. I was at home, we turned the house upside down, but it's just gone 😭😭
Can y'all help manifest for it to be found ? 😭😭🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼
I'd be very grateful
Nico di Angelo: * anxious to come out to his dad, who's the literal ruler of the underworld.*
"so... I guess ... You could say ... I'm... Into... Guys?"
*squeezes eyes shut.*
Hades: "Tell me something I don't know."
Nico: "I know it's wrong and... Wait, what?"
Hades :*sighs with a tiny smile* "C'mon son. Let me introduce you to Achilles and Patroclus."
Don't worry. Love will find you
No.
You know why?
Because women are still looked at as fucking baby making machines.
You can't give a man a baby? You're basically worthless in their eyes.
So no.
I don't believe love will come for me anymore.
Because it's always the same.
Hoping this one is different.
Only to have that hope and my heart stomped upon.
istg my love for heartstopper is getting bigger and bigger every day. they just bring me so much joy and peace. its unreal how a fictional character(s) can change your whole life. they saved me so many times. they gave me motivation, hope, understanding... literally everything ive never recieved from anyone else before. im so glad they exist. im so glad alice created them. i have no idea where i would be without them.
Hey super random but has anyone heard or seen @thickthighsandgreen-eyes lately?
She's like ... MIA for 9 months now?
And I wonder if she just blocked me or if something is really wrong...
Late night ramble
Why do we even chase after love?
Like, I get that the idea of sharing your life with someone sounds fantastic and beautiful and it really can be if I look at some couples I know.
But.
There are so many people out there who only want your body
Not your heart.
'Plenty of fish in the sea'
But few who mean honest business.
'Your time will come.'
When? Once my pearly white bones are six feet under?
'you just gotta stop chasing. Love comes when you least expect it.'
What if I no longer expect it to come for me?
The older I get. The less I think of romantic love and more about love between friends and family.
The more disappointments in my dating life (which has only begun seven months ago, thank you very much), the more I am repulsed by it.
And the more a life in a cosy, peaceful apartment or house of my own starts appealing to me.
Maybe it's just me, maybe it's because I'm sleepy ... But like 🤷🏻
{Quotes by Maggie Stiefvater//Anne Sexton}
meeee
I want...... to do an adventure story
I’m thinking about a character who was granted a wish as a child and wished to be a pirate, so now he’s stuck being one into adulthood and it’s not really what he expected as a 6 year old
“Being a pirate” is basically a fae curse— he needs to constantly be doing enough “pirate” things to meet the minimum or they start happening automatically. It’s based on both his 6 year old self’s ideas of pirates and real pirates. Some things that have happened when he slipped up:
—lost an eye to a particularly vicious infection and now wears an eyepatch
—got on the wrong train and ended up stranded in a shore town that’s only motel is also a tavern
—something terrible ALWAYS happens to his living situation unless it’s on the water, so he currently lives on a boat with a little living cabin
—birds followed him around everywhere until he got a ‘parrot’, which is actually just a feral pigeon he feeds every day
The premise of this is a group of people with various magical afflictions trying to find a place called the mortal forge. It’s on an island within an island, and said to be where a woman who’d taken a ‘first born goes to the fae’ deal drank molten iron to burn the magic out of herself and save her daughter from being taken to the fae realm as a forced bride.
The legend is that the crucible the iron was heated in is now filled with purifying water, which removes all traces of magic from your body if you drink it.
There’s also a pair of twins, Tate and Tiana, who are ‘werewolves’— Tiana is a wolf during the night of the full moon, and Tate is a wolf at all times except the night of the full moon.
Tate can’t really talk when he’s a wolf but he’s got a whole system of communication worked out with his sister and can write with a special contraption they made so he can hold a pen in his mouth and see what he’s writing. He’s also not bad at making dog noises that sound enough like words to get by.
He wears a shirt and eats at the table and uses the toilet and can open doors on his own and generally acts as much like a human as he can while he’s a wolf. His sister no longer thinks of this as odd at all.
The pirate goes by his surname, Collins, and is 30 years old! Tate and Tiana are 27. They’re the start of our merry band, as they meet by chance and realize their situations aren’t isolated cases.
Personality-wise, Collins radiates “I have no idea what I’m doing” energy and is pretty much perpetually flustered. In spite of that, he rolls with the punches surprisingly well— he’s just as lost trying to use a new bus system as he is fighting a dragon. He craves stability and he’s generally a very friendly guy, always up for a positive social interaction.
Tiana is a cautious person, not prone to trust easily. She’s protective of her brother and of herself, and usually has about 4 contingency plans in place. She isn’t actually standoffish, though, and is perfectly happy to make casual friends or pick up a cute girl at the bar. She’s one of those people you feel safe around, because they’ve got the situation under control.
Tate is what happens when bitter longing gets an outlet once a month. He’s unhappy and kind of grouchy most of the time, but he goes full throttle on the hedonism when he gets to be human. He just WANTS so many things so badly and he’s never been able to resign himself to not getting those things.
This story now has a tag, ‘the mortal forge’!
Magic is rare and mostly secret in this setting— it’s mostly accurate to the real world late 1990s, with some wiggle room for things that are different because magic is real. None of the characters have met anyone else with a curse until Tate meets Collins at a bar during the full moon. He pushes his luck on his deadline because he’s pretty drunk and is trying VERY hard to get the hot eyepatch guy to make out with him, and winds up turning back into a wolf at the all night diner they end up at after the bar closes.
This sounds awesome holy shit
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Laat maar weten!
Delen is lief, kopen nog beter.
Selling my ticket for Louis Tomlinson in Belgium if anyone's interested. ❤️
Tumblr. Help me out.
I'm looking for a fic with Loki as the MC. He's bored and eating an apple and ends up in a beach house with Thor and thors twin. I would like to read it again.
Anyone any ideas?
shoutout to the slow artists. the artists with hardly any time for art. the artists who reach the end of the day with no energy for art. you got this i believe in you and you are no less valued than anyone else
Okay hear me out.
Option 1.
Wille is being forced to marry after being told Simon doesn't want him anymore, until Simon escapes the cell Kristina held him in and appears in the church to object
Option 2.
Simon is getting married, but Wilhelm never got over him. In a desperate last try to make Simon see how much he loves and needs him, he objects at the wedding.
Anyone want to discuss this with me?
Will be posted on AO3 too but this is what I have right now. Lmk what u think.
Wilhelm was completely wrapped in his own head as he stood at the altar. The whole cathedral in anticipation of princess Eugenia, his lovely bride to be.
A prince shouldn't feel so miserable on his wedding day.
He sighed as he heard the future queen of Sweden arguing with a bridesmaid, while the pastel clad guests shifted uneasily on their chairs.
There she was. Looking like a huge dot of whipped cream in that big wedding dress of hers.
His mother had matched them, of course. After Simon left, Wilhelm had stopped caring. He'd become the perfect little puppet prince his mother wanted him to become, and this marriage was the cherry on top of that.
A loud march played through the church, and Wilhelm tried to smile politely and look excited.
They exchanged fond looks, all for the pictures.
The ceremony started, and Wilhelm zoned out.
"Speak now or forever hold your peace..." The officiant said. And that's when someone rose, a tinny recording of an accoustic guitar started playing. The person was shaking but sweetly started to sing, pulling all attention to them.
"I am not the kind of girl
Who should be rudely barging in on a white veil occasion
But you are not the kind of boy
Who should be marrying the wrong girl."
Wilhelm would recognise that singing voice everywhere.
His eyes teared up as he saw Simon right there in the aisle.
"I sneak in and see your friends
And her snotty little family all dressed in pastel"
Horrified gasps from the guests as this dusty, beaten looking young man dared to criticise their appearance.
Dear god, Simon looked like he'd been through the ringer.
Wilhelm held up a hand to stop the guards who wanted to charge at the young man.
"And she is yelling at a bridesmaid
Somewhere back inside a room
Wearing a gown shaped like a pastry" Simon continued with twinkling eyes, which made Wilhelm chuckle and Eugenia look scandalised.
"This is surely not what you thought it would be
I lose myself in a daydream
Where I stand and say
Don't say yes, run away now
I'll meet you when you're out of the church at the back door
Don't wait, or say a single vow
You need to hear me out
And they said speak now."
Wilhelm's heart was pounding. Simon basically asked him to run away with him through the song. His hands already slipped out from between his brides'.
Simon. Simon was here. His mother had told him he'd left him. That he had gone back to Venezuela.
Wilhelm saw the raw skin around the others wrists and realised he'd never left. His mother had lied. She'd made Simon dissapear.
"Fond gestures are exchanged
And the organ starts to play
A song that sounds like a death march
And I am hiding in the curtains
It seems that I was uninvited by your lovely bride to be.
She floats down the aisle like a pageant queen
But I know you wish it was me,
You wish it was me
Don't you?"
Simon gives him a small, hopeful smile, and Wilhelm gives the barest of nods. Throat tight as he starts to walk down the steps of the altar.
"Don't say yes, run away now
I'll meet you when you're out of the church at the back door
Don't wait, or say a single vow
You need to hear me out
And they said speak now."
"Why, the audacity, I've never knew something so shameless." He hears his mother bristle. "Guards !"
He doesn't care, Simon came back for him, is asking him to elope.
Wilhelm'd be a fool to lose him again.
"Don't say yes, run away now
I'll meet you when you're out of the church at the back door
Don't wait, or say a single vow
Your time is running out
And they said speak now
Ooh, la la
Ooh, ooh."
His mother is in front of him now, yelling at him. But Wilhelm only tries to look at Simon from over her shoulder. The man is fleeing in between the guests to evade soldiers now chasing him.
"I hear the preacher say speak now or forever hold your peace
There's the silence, there's my last chance
I stand up with shaky hands, all eyes on me.
Horrified looks from everyone in the room
But I'm only looking at you."
Simon comes from the side, and their eyes meet again as he comes closer. As he seems to become Wilhelm's sole focus.
"I am not the kind of girl
Who should be rudely barging in on a white veil occasion
But you are not the kind of boy
Who should be marrying the wrong girl."
To that Wilhelm shakes his head with a smile. Simon links their fingers.
"So don't say yes, run away now
I'll meet you when you're out of the church at the back door
Don't wait, or say a single vow
You need to hear me out
And they said speak now"
A brief squeeze at his hand.
"And you'll say..."
Wilhelm squeezes back, lets Simon go before the guards catch him. Then he answers , his voice carrying through the cathedral to Simon:
"let's run away now
I'll meet you when I'm out of my tux at the back door
Baby, I didn't say my vows
So glad you were around
When they said speak now."
https://archiveofourown.org/works/48678496?view_full_work=true
Okay hear me out.
Option 1.
Wille is being forced to marry after being told Simon doesn't want him anymore, until Simon escapes the cell Kristina held him in and appears in the church to object
Option 2.
Simon is getting married, but Wilhelm never got over him. In a desperate last try to make Simon see how much he loves and needs him, he objects at the wedding.
Anyone want to discuss this with me?
Will be posted on AO3 too but this is what I have right now. Lmk what u think.
Wilhelm was completely wrapped in his own head as he stood at the altar. The whole cathedral in anticipation of princess Eugenia, his lovely bride to be.
A prince shouldn't feel so miserable on his wedding day.
He sighed as he heard the future queen of Sweden arguing with a bridesmaid, while the pastel clad guests shifted uneasily on their chairs.
There she was. Looking like a huge dot of whipped cream in that big wedding dress of hers.
His mother had matched them, of course. After Simon left, Wilhelm had stopped caring. He'd become the perfect little puppet prince his mother wanted him to become, and this marriage was the cherry on top of that.
A loud march played through the church, and Wilhelm tried to smile politely and look excited.
They exchanged fond looks, all for the pictures.
The ceremony started, and Wilhelm zoned out.
"Speak now or forever hold your peace..." The officiant said. And that's when someone rose, a tinny recording of an accoustic guitar started playing. The person was shaking but sweetly started to sing, pulling all attention to them.
"I am not the kind of girl
Who should be rudely barging in on a white veil occasion
But you are not the kind of boy
Who should be marrying the wrong girl."
Wilhelm would recognise that singing voice everywhere.
His eyes teared up as he saw Simon right there in the aisle.
"I sneak in and see your friends
And her snotty little family all dressed in pastel"
Horrified gasps from the guests as this dusty, beaten looking young man dared to criticise their appearance.
Dear god, Simon looked like he'd been through the ringer.
Wilhelm held up a hand to stop the guards who wanted to charge at the young man.
"And she is yelling at a bridesmaid
Somewhere back inside a room
Wearing a gown shaped like a pastry" Simon continued with twinkling eyes, which made Wilhelm chuckle and Eugenia look scandalised.
"This is surely not what you thought it would be
I lose myself in a daydream
Where I stand and say
Don't say yes, run away now
I'll meet you when you're out of the church at the back door
Don't wait, or say a single vow
You need to hear me out
And they said speak now."
Wilhelm's heart was pounding. Simon basically asked him to run away with him through the song. His hands already slipped out from between his brides'.
Simon. Simon was here. His mother had told him he'd left him. That he had gone back to Venezuela.
Wilhelm saw the raw skin around the others wrists and realised he'd never left. His mother had lied. She'd made Simon dissapear.
"Fond gestures are exchanged
And the organ starts to play
A song that sounds like a death march
And I am hiding in the curtains
It seems that I was uninvited by your lovely bride to be.
She floats down the aisle like a pageant queen
But I know you wish it was me,
You wish it was me
Don't you?"
Simon gives him a small, hopeful smile, and Wilhelm gives the barest of nods. Throat tight as he starts to walk down the steps of the altar.
"Don't say yes, run away now
I'll meet you when you're out of the church at the back door
Don't wait, or say a single vow
You need to hear me out
And they said speak now."
"Why, the audacity, I've never knew something so shameless." He hears his mother bristle. "Guards !"
He doesn't care, Simon came back for him, is asking him to elope.
Wilhelm'd be a fool to lose him again.
"Don't say yes, run away now
I'll meet you when you're out of the church at the back door
Don't wait, or say a single vow
Your time is running out
And they said speak now
Ooh, la la
Ooh, ooh."
His mother is in front of him now, yelling at him. But Wilhelm only tries to look at Simon from over her shoulder. The man is fleeing in between the guests to evade soldiers now chasing him.
"I hear the preacher say speak now or forever hold your peace
There's the silence, there's my last chance
I stand up with shaky hands, all eyes on me.
Horrified looks from everyone in the room
But I'm only looking at you."
Simon comes from the side, and their eyes meet again as he comes closer. As he seems to become Wilhelm's sole focus.
"I am not the kind of girl
Who should be rudely barging in on a white veil occasion
But you are not the kind of boy
Who should be marrying the wrong girl."
To that Wilhelm shakes his head with a smile. Simon links their fingers.
"So don't say yes, run away now
I'll meet you when you're out of the church at the back door
Don't wait, or say a single vow
You need to hear me out
And they said speak now"
A brief squeeze at his hand.
"And you'll say..."
Wilhelm squeezes back, lets Simon go before the guards catch him. Then he answers , his voice carrying through the cathedral to Simon:
"let's run away now
I'll meet you when I'm out of my tux at the back door
Baby, I didn't say my vows
So glad you were around
When they said speak now."
Okay hear me out.
Option 1.
Wille is being forced to marry after being told Simon doesn't want him anymore, until Simon escapes the cell Kristina held him in and appears in the church to object
Option 2.
Simon is getting married, but Wilhelm never got over him. In a desperate last try to make Simon see how much he loves and needs him, he objects at the wedding.
Anyone want to discuss this with me?
Just so y’all know: I can’t speak for every other fic author but I can say that I remember when people leave me kind comments. I recognize your urls and/or usernames on AO3. I remember you and sometimes in writing my fics I think to myself, “Oh, I hope this person sees this because they liked x in this other fic I did.”
Not only that—I go back and reread comments when I’m feeling low. I look at tags and reblogs and asks and wish I could hold them in my hand like a note from a friend on an old, torn piece of notebook paper.
Your comments have so much more impact than you know. So thanks to those who use the comment section to spread love and encouragement. We appreciate you.
