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ok consider. angry min has a bad day and comes home planning on taking it out on your body BUT you’ve also had a bad day and you’re snuggled up on the couch with the cats and he just. drops everything and cuddles you for hours
(or alternatively, fucks the bad day out of you and himself)
plonker minho my love!!!!! please imagine the way his face softens immediately after seeing you sulking on the couch :(
— very suggestive. mdni
the whole way home he was itching in his seat, dick strained in his pants that were starting to feel too tight. he couldn't wait to open the door and pin you to the closest surface and fuck the lights out of you.
he senses something isn't right when he opens the door and you're not there to greet him. usually, you hear the door being unlocked and skip to the entrance because you miss him. today you have no energy to do that.
"honey?" he mutters softly after taking a few steps in and not hearing your voice. he's less worried about his boner now and more about you. but dori coming from the living room to say hi tells him you might be there with the other cats.
and you are. snuggled under a soft blanket with doongie on your feet and soonie on your chest, occasionally headbutting you. he doesn't fail to notice the crumpled tissue laying in the blanket as well. fine, you may have let a few tears escape out of frustration when you first stepped in. upon seeing the sight of you with the cats, minho reminds himself that he needs to do something about the ring box sitting in his closet very soon.
"welcome home, missed you." you open your arms when he walks close to the couch, smiling up at him weakly. it's genuine, having him was the thing you craved the most in moments like these, but you're also really tired.
"missed you crazy." when minho sits beside you, he kisses your lips— more eagerly than anticipated but he always can't help it when he gets a taste. "everything okay?" his tone contrasts his kiss, impossibly soft as he holds your chin up and you almost feel your eyes watering again.
you nod, "just a bad day at work."
"same here." he whispers, his forehead against yours. "guess we both needed each other just as much."
minho leans back to eye the felines resting on your body and keeping him from coddling you in his embrace. "soondoong, can i have my wife— uh, girlfriend back now?" he stutters, unusually.
shit. he must've been thinking about the ring a bit too much.
you just chuckle nervously, choosing to not question it and hoping it won't haunt you for the rest of the week. in the meantime, minho helps the cats off you by shaking the treats bag you had on the coffee table and also hopes his ears don't give out how flustered he is.
he finally lays on top of you. arms secured around your middle and face buried in the crook of your neck, he inhales your scent to welcome himself home.
but something... something feels off against your thigh.
"min?"
"hm?"
"... you need help down there?" you mutter, unsure. was he trying to hide it? was it involuntary?
"no, it's okay. it will go." he shudders against you, mumbling on your skin. he has other priorities now.
"are you sure?"
"don't tempt me. wanna cuddle you now."
as for fucking the bad day out of you and himself, i may have a small thing cooking 👀 idk when will i get to sit down and edit it but yeah, it's there.
#lee know fluff#skz fluff#minho fluff#lee know x reader#lee know fanfic#kpop imagines#stray kids imagine#stray kids imagines#kpop scenarios#stray kids scenarios#stray kids x reader#skz x reader#skz imagines#stray kids fanfic#skz scenarios
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Carlos Sainz x childhoodbestietolover!yn
no hate to isa at all!! this is ~fictional~
also pls pretend events happen a reasonable time after his break up :)
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F1gossipgirl after the Carlos and Isa breakup rumors were finally confirmed, look who returned to the paddock 👀 was there a reason yn was absent from her childhood friends side this season when she has rarely missed a race since Carlos was in McLaren?
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User very incheresting
user OmG I missed seeing her around the paddock, she was always so funny
user it’s giving Carlos pushing her away for isa….
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yn so happy for my dear friend @ blancasainz . You are too good for this world and I’m so happy you have found such a wonderful partner! te deseo años de amor y felicidad (I wish you years of love and happiness).
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user no pic of Carlos?
user it’s so nice she’s still close with his sisters 🥺
user just because she didn’t mention Carlos doesn’t mean they’re beefing!
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yn living out my princess of Monaco dreams
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user stunning holy crap
user Carlos better not fumble this one srsly
charlesleclerc missed having you around!
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f1gossipgirl uh oh.. fans noticed a fight break out after the Monaco GP between Carlos Sainz and long time bestie yn ln, yn getting into a cab alone in tears. After a notable absence from the paddock, Yn made her way back for the Monaco and Spanish GPs. A coincidence that these come after the Carlos and Isa breakup was confirmed?
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User oh no, poor yn :(
User I hope they make up, she was always his biggest supporter
User if he let isa get in between their friendship that’s rlly sad
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did anyone see yn's yt vlog? the grwm?
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omg yes
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oh do tell
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yn made a few vague comments that were def about carlos... she talked about how it felt finding out friendships didn't mean as much to the other person as they do to you, and how rough the last like year has been because of some major life changes
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and then she talked about how people always want her around when it's convenient for the :/ and she had a tough time with teaching herself how important it was to make herself her number 1 priority
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It was rlly sad, it seems like whatever happened with her and carlos was really tough
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also the fight in Monaco? like I gurantee carlos expected their relationship to be the same after her basically dropped her for six months
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yn love yourself first, always
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user thank you so much for your video. it really spoke to some things happening for me right now, and your words gave me so much advice <3
carlossainz beautiful
ynlover not him trying to win her back
lilymhe preach queen! miss you!
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f1gossipgirl welp, guess who were spotted out for coffee today.... seems like things may be on the up swing for carlos and yn
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ynlover I hope she makes him grovel
user29 been calling this one since the start
ferrariluv cmon carlosssss bring it on home
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ynln when the boys are hard at work, the girls are out to play
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ynsbigfan nah she ain't beating those allegations anymore
f1gossipgirl lets hope this weekend doesn't end in tears
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carlossainz Nuestra madre se llama así cuando teníamos cinco años (our mother's called this when we were five)
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landonorris literally zak owes me money, that is how long ago I bet this would happen
lilymhe SCREAMING
ynisqueen correct
ynln this is embarassing, you're obsessed
#carlos sainz f1#carlos sainz junior#f1#formula one imagine#formula one#f1 imagine#f1 driver#f1 driver imagine#formula 1 imagine#formula 1 driver#formula 1#imagine#carlos sainz edit#carlos sainz imagine#carlos sainz fluff#carlos sainz instagram edit#instagram imagine#instagram edit#instagram
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👀 👀 👀
YAYYYYY 3 for you
im like so obsessed wirh this one always. i love that his idea of sticking it to tje world is free ice cream in the most destructive way possible i love their priorities i love the hook i love his stupid rings i love his huge hands and arms i love his BOOBS
literally slobbering. his tits.
im like kind of obsessed with how his mask is drawn in this one the shapes are good and also hes really pretty. and uh.
SEVERE medical need to bite his neck i need to suck on him stupid style. also feeds into my need to play w his hair and help him w the straps on the mask and putting his hair up for him and. sniffles. i love him.
NOT gonna bother cropping this one so say hi to my battlecard and say hi to david. anyways i think all of his sprays are cute in their own ways but this one makes me laugh. picking his NOSE. not a fucking thought behind those eyes.
this one is special to me because its product art for a (to the best of my knowledge) unreleased roadhog ultimate figure. someone just. sent it into a server with no source and i spent ages trying to track it down and eventually FOUND IT ON ACCIDENT AFTER I HAD GIVEN UP. the artist who did these just had it posted to their artstation. but yeah as far as i can tell his ultimate fig never came out? the other ones all seem readily available on ebay so. thats most of my fondness for this. his nail polish looks cute and i like how big his eyes are and of course the hook. hi hook. i also like that his hair isnt straight white/grey i like this cream color with the darker tips. are we meant to interpret that as grease/dirt/singed or is it just the colors he is. who knows.
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Part 40 for @wrecked-fuse ‘s pocketverse 🧜🏻♂️ ~ marine biologist!Steve x shark!Billy with his pilot fish guppies 🍣
Part 37 & 38 & 39 (merman!Billy x marine biologist!Steve)
Part 36 (main plot)
Part 31 & 32 (werewolf!Billy chapters haha)
( pt. 7′s art 🎩 ) ( pt. 9′s art 👀 ) ( pt. 14′s art 💨 ) ( pt. 19′s art 🦇 ) ( pt. 20′s art 🍳) ( pt. 27’s art 🦦 )
~ on ao3 ~
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Steve had a plan. It wasn't the brightest plan, but he tested it in his apartment, and it worked.
Knowing where Billy lived allowed Steve to go there as soon as low tide opened the entrance in the cliffs. It wasn't elegant, towing an extra kayak behind him, but he would be able to set up a sturdy tent across two kayaks on Billy's beach. Just in case the tide made it to the grass, the kayaks would float, and Steve would be safe in an anchored house boat, of sorts.
He had two days off in a row. Sue him for being a nerd for his job. Even though he had stopped being any sort of scientist to Billy and his pilots a long time ago.
Threading the needle of the cave entrance involved just as much kayak wrangling as he expected, but the smooth waters of the tunnels made the cruise easy. He'd forgotten how deep inside the cliffs Billy's home went, but the path was straightforward. Once on the beach, he hauled the other kayak onto the bushy grass, and turned on a little water-resistant radio. Just something to help him feel connected to civilization. And because Billy might be away somewhere. Steve needed something to preoccupy his thoughts.
It had occurred to Steve to microchip him, but he had no idea how to approach that conversation. It might be a severe breech of merman etiquette, for all he knew. Sharks generally didn't exactly volunteer to being caught and retrofitted with gadgets.
Bowie's "Let's Dance" started on the station. Steve's arching fringe bobbed over his face as he unpacked and mumbled along. "Put on your red shoes and dance the blues..."
Rope. Lots of rope. And the cooler. Not to mention a small first aid kit. Steve might have spent a small fortune on a tree house-sorta tent for its sturdy floor but it will be nice to not have to leave as soon as his skin started to fry.
"While the color lights up your face, let's sway..."
Steve couldn't say how he knew. Maybe the water just moved differently with a disturbance in the surface, causing the noise to change. Maybe the shark had simply been in his head for so long, the stream of consciousness worked both ways. Either way, he turned around and found Billy watching him.
"Hey! I don't have to be anywhere today or tomorrow. I thought I'd stick around for a change. Is that okay?"
Billy didn't answer. His attention sank to the radio, and he climbed on his belly over the beach for a closer look. Steve's stomach began to sink until he heard the small but strong voice of his little in the water. "Werwe you singing, Stevie?"
"Uh, yeah. I like this song - it won't work as well underwater," he rushed as Billy handled the radio.
"Is it twue?" small Billy asked.
Steve knelt on the beach to be more in line of hearing him. "Is what true?"
"You'rwe staying?"
What felt like a brilliant way to spend his days off had since wilted into uncertainty. He nodded. "Today and tomorrow...if that's okay? I can go if you want me to."
Small Billy pointed. Steve wasn't sure at what until he said, "Then fix him!"
He stared point blank at Billy ruining the song by pressing buttons and toggling the FM knob. "In general?"
Then small Steve exclaimed, "He's weaking! Wred!"
Red...leaking... Steve watched Billy look back at his fish with an accusatory glare, but the curve of his body left a red smear on the stone beach. Steve jumped right over him to see his other side, where the injury had been hidden from him until now. Steve's mind oscillated between Billy and the littles, physically jerking his head back and forth until he froze and rearranged his priorities. Even if they were in Billy's home, anything could swim right in.
"Wait, wait, scoot back. Stay close to them. Keep this side up."
The littles rode a tiny wave to land on Billy's palms, for the most part beached there until water lapped over them. With the the small guys safe, Steve focused on the wound between Billy's ribs. All the while, his brain echoed, I'm not a vet. I'm not a vet. But he knew what a fresh injury looked like, unless Billy was having trouble clotting in the water.
"Uh...was this recent?"
"When it was dawrk," small Billy answered.
"When Biwwy came back with food," little Steve seconded.
The bigger Steve exhaled deeply. It wasn't long ago that the sky was still dark, and a lot of fish would have been active. "I guess the food fought back this time."
Billy's eyes rolled, until Steve cupped seawater and splashed his ribs to try and see the injury better. "How big of a breath can you take?"
Billy's eyes closed solemnly, implying pain, but his ribs and gills expanded as much as they usually do. Steve heaved with relief. "Your gills look okay. On the inside, at least. I can clean this but I need you to dry off a little."
Steve blinked, eyes blowing wide when Billy spoke, low and gravely. "What do you mean, clean? "
"Did something bite you? Scratch you? Did rocks or a reef do this? Wounds can get infected. You're not leaking too fast, so I just need to clean you and maybe my antiseptic gel will cover things well enough until you have scabs."
"I...I don't understand," Billy tried.
Steve realized the only thing keeping him from panicking was hundreds of hours of biology lab where he'd been forced to figure out meditative breathing for steady hands on a scalpel. Until he had something to do with his hands, though, the panic crept closer like surf over sand.
Steve reached for Billy's face. After Billy's turquoise blues burned his retinas enough to linger even in the darkness, he closed his eyes as he kissed Billy's mouth. Then he said meanly, "I'm trying to keep you alive, you stupid fish."
"Say that again," he growled.
"No, you stay still."
He had seen Billy dry before - sunbathing - but Steve used cotton pads to dry just directly over the injuries. Billy looked like something sharp had dragged over his ribs, a couple of the cuts having caught a little inside the curved, bouncy bones.
He glanced at the littles. "I need you to let go of them."
"What?" little Steve squawked. "Why?"
"Because this next part is going to hurt and I don't want him to squeeze you."
Small Billy huffed, "On'y one in danger is you, Stevie."
He glanced at Billy's notorious tail. "You're right," he sighed, and turned a bottle of hydrogen peroxide onto a cotton pad. For small injuries, the stuff wasn't so bad. For big ones? It prickled something awful, and Steve knew the exact instant that Billy grimaced, because he felt like a fist had taken a firm grip on his brain. The last thing Steve coherently thought was, Ow, as his head hit the stone beach.
He woke to tiny, warm hands pulling on his ear.
"Stevie? Wake up."
"Too cwose to water, Stevie. Come on."
Water crawled under his head, moving his hair around before dragging it back down the beach. The littles huddled next to his cheek, patting his skin until the water pulled them down and they held onto the curve of his ear.
He blinked, waiting for the green and gold sinkhole above him to get clearer and clearer. When it seemed good enough, he mentally scanned his body. No alarm bells shrieked. Rolling onto his side, he curved an arm around his head so the littles could have a wading pool when they let go of him. With the blood shifting to one side of his brain, that's as far as he got.
"Ugh," he breathed, pillowing his cheek on his bicep. The water swayed up to his lips, but he still had time before he needed to move.
There had been various points in his life when he wondered how he might die. Bored in a small town made a drunk car accident likely, until he did the impossible and managed to transfer from community college into a university. Then his life seemed on a safe track, apart from the general dangers of boating on the ocean. Now Steve knew with annoying certainty: I'm going to have a brain hemorrhage from this fish.
A slightly vocal hiss made his eyes find the fish in question. But what he saw made his head lift a little. Billy patted the soaked cotton over himself. Steve couldn't have been unconscious for long, then...
"They just need to bubble a couple times," he said carefully, still not sure of his own condition. "Then use the stuff in the tube to seal the broken skin."
Small Billy asked, "Why's it bubb'w like a fizzy dwink?"
"It's killing the germs. Really, it reacts to anything, but the germs are definitely gone."
"Do fizzy dwinks kill bad stuff?"
Steve laughed a little. " 'Fraid not. We'd be immortal if they did."
He could hear the plastic cap leaving the tube. He started to say, "Just smear it on," but Billy eased beside him. His long body made an even better pool for the littles to swim to him, as well as blocking Steve from the rising tide in the cave. The littles' tiny hands touched him as if they needed the contact as much as their shark.
Billy had squeezed quite a curl of the cloudy, stiff gel out of the tube. Steve caught it and rubbed it over his fingertips. One by one, he sealed his stubborn merman's injuries, taking special care of going inside the curves of his ribs. When they shuddered, Billy almost whispered, "Tickles."
"Stop squeezing the tube," Steve said, but then Billy's claws raked through his hair. Between the pull on his hair and the push of Billy's elbow against his chest, Steve rolled onto his back. Billy's thumb spread gel over his forehead, the ridge of his eye socket, and cheekbone. "I guess I landed and slid."
Billy hummed a confirming sound. Eventually, Steve realized he'd stopped applying medicine and was just...petting him. The scratch of his nails on Steve's scalp felt good. Tingly. He wondered if Billy could feel it in his own brain.
"Build your castle."
Steve blinked out of his doze. "It's a tent."
"Whatever."
Steve blew air out of his lips so they vibrated, which the littles immediately copied. He smiled and carefully made his way to the cooler first. Food seemed a good idea, especially when it didn't fight back.
Little Steve discovered he loved pickles. The Billys, not so much. They liked the fillings of Steve's sandwich, but not the bread.
Steve got the radio working again and erected his tent over the kayaks. His usual dumbbell anchor would hang in between the kayaks if high tide got this far. It wasn't much, but he'd had to lug it all over here, after all. It should be enough for the tame current in here.
Billy promptly drew Steve into the water, but held Steve's back against his chest as he swam them in lazy circles. "Sing again."
Steve didn't know the song on the radio now, but he could pick up the patterns of the instruments. He scatted along to the various melodies, enjoying the littles sometimes drumming along on his skin.
"What do you cawll this?" small Billy asked.
"Groovy," Steve answered, pressing his fingertips into the water like a keyboard.
"Gwoovy!" small Steve sang.
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Summer WIP tag game!
I was tagged by @thana-topsy, I am so excited about what might happen with Halfway to the Sky, I am 💓vibrating💓 and also 👀 at a potential Dark Brotherhood story
I tag @ms-katonic-of-tamriel @mswhich @canonicallymoriche
1) Describe one creative WIP project you’re planning to work on over the summer.
I am working on a trilogy of novel-length fics called Wives of Shor (WIP snippet here: Moth to Flame.) It's a fic that started out as a pastiche of bodice-ripper romances starring Kaidan and Lucien Flavius getting sex-pollened by Sanguine, but it has become a tale about loving someone from an entirely different background than you, having a crisis of faith, and learning how to move on and live a good life when you've done unspeakably terrible things in the past.
I'm planning on having the entire first novel written out + at least most of first drafts of the second and third before beginning to post, so it will be awhile.
OK the game says one but screw that here's some other WIPs I'd like to chip away at, even if they aren't my highest priority:
A Wives of Shor prequel that explains why Lucien only made it to Falkreath before deciding that he REALLY needed some protection on the road.
A fic that explains why there's a bandit trapped in a hay bale in Swindler's Den when a) hay bales require industrial machinery to produce and b) who the hell was baling hay inside a cave. It will also explore the character of Ennis, the goat farmer in Rorikstead, and his relationships with other characters from Rorikstead.
Because I Could Not Stop for Death a short-ish novella that explores how Thane Bryling navigates the transition of being ruled by High King Torygg to his young bride, Elisif the Fair. It was inspired after I noticed that the Holy 80s High School Movie Girl Trinity of Jock-Prep-Goth was present in Bryling, Elisif, and Sybille Stentor. (Yes, all the chapter titles are Emily Dickinson poems ha ha)
I'd really like to get the full summary/outline of a fic my friend TheInducer and I yes-anded into existence. It involves a retelling of the Odyssey by way of Mor Khazgur needing to find a new Chief after theirs went missing. TheInducer did a great write-up on the theory we came up with on r/teslore: Durak is (probably) from Mor Khazgur.
And of course, I continue to hope I will be seized once again by the fit of utter depravity that caused me to write 2K words of Sanguine/Hermaeus Mora tentacle porn a few months ago called La☆Blue Daedra so I can actually finish it and inflict it on the rest of fandom.
2) Rec a book:
The Search for Delicious by Natalie Babbitt. Her first novel is often overlooked by more celebrated/literary ones like Tuck Everlasting but to me this book is the quintessential fantasy story, and it's a very fast read without sacrificing vivid world building and descriptions. Here's my favorite, I think about it whenever I'm struggling with trying to describe something:
There was a lovely greenish glow in the forest, a glow pierced everywhere by tree trunks like fingers thrust into an aquarium full of tinted water; and Gaylen slipped between them like a small fish. With the trees all around him and the rain dancing on the leaves high over his head, he felt as if he were going deeper and deeper into a world that existed tranquil and quite separate from the one he had left behind.
3) Rec a fic:
I have an entire bookmark collection of The Elder Scrolls fic recs!
If I must pick one for this tag game, it would be Like Lightning by Jotting Prosaist. This fic single-handedly changed my opinion on 2nd person POV. It's absolutely masterful and I couldn't imagine experiencing the story it tells any other way. Mind the warnings, it goes to some very raw places.
4) Rec music:
Uh, my musical taste is...eclectic. I guess right now I've been on an early European music and metal kick, so I guess Corvus Corax fits the bill.
5) Share one piece of advice.
Floss daily, check your fire extinguishers and smoke alarms twice a year.
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The WIP ask. :) For 2 ✍️ and 👷. For 4 💡 and 👀. For 5 🎮 and 👀. Also, have to comment on those numbers on Whitcher fics - AWESOME!! *grin*
So many questions!! Thank you! and thank you, I'm so happy to be inspired again, it feels incredibly good.
2 is Singer Street, one of my original projects. It's about a neurodivergent shared house and the community they build around it. There's a little synopsis here and a presentation of the main characters here for anyone curious.
✍️ How far have you got with it?
Uh not much more than the last time I talked to you about it, or talked about it here actually. I haven't written in two months. So the actual draft is like 8k, most of which is the first 3 scenes. I did open the file yesterday and read the first scene, and I went "yeah I'd read that book" so I guess that's a good thing? I do have a mostly clear plot, all the characters, so most of the work outside of the actual writing is done.
Theoretically, writing it is my priority, but I'm not gonna lie, the Witcher stuff are taking over for as long as the hyperfixation is on, because brain (and because it's fun, too).
👷 How has the creation of the story gone so far? Stressful or fun?
More fun than stress, unless I start thinking about it in terms of a novel I might one day want to publish. Then I get all perfectionist and just end up dropping it. Given that you've picked me back up a bunch of times already, you know that :)
4 is left you behind just standing there, a Witcher fic. I started it a week ago, and it's one of those fics I just plot as I go, so I have no idea about length (it's 11k now). It has a disabled&traumatized Jaskier and a powerless Yennefer running a small inn and raising a little autistic girl named Maja, six years after Jaskier was tortured by Rience, and Ciri finding them there.
💡 What inspired you to want to write it?
It's a mix of things. I came up with Maja as Jaskier and Yennefer's daughter as a crack concept originally (where Jaskier had a kid from one of the many women he slept with and he wasn't raising her, but when Yennefer saves his life in Oxenfurt she claims the law of surprise and the next day the mother dumps Maja into Jaskier's arms. Jaskier isn't going to give her up, thank you very much, so they'll just have to co-parent, won't they?) I might still write that fic, I actually wrote a little stub, but then Maja took a life of her own.
The second thing was that I wanted to explore Jaskier actually going to the coast (as he offered to Geralt) without Geralt and staying there, and the idea of Rience's torture ending in disability and life-altering changes. Those Jaskier/Yennefer scenes in season 2 are what got me hooked to the show, so that was the starting
👀 Can you give us any sneak peaks?
She can see in Julian and Yen’s eyes that they’ve been through as much as she has, if not more. The calm and peace of this place is deliberate, a comfort that they’ve crafted for themselves and their little girl. Maybe that’s why Ciri feels like she can trust it. It’s real, but it’s purposeful.
This is a place made to rest and recuperate.
What happened to them? Why do they need this quiet so much? Julian’s scars look terrible, although Ciri has seen – and acquired – more than her fair share. But it’s more than that. It’s in the way they move around each other, the way they gracefully, almost unnoticeably shy away from contact with anyone other than their family, the compassion in their gazes.
Yen gives hints of being more distant, cold, even, like she wasn’t always so caring. There’s something about her that reminds Ciri of her grandmother, a fierceness, an old anger that hasn’t quite been smothered. Julian, on the other hand, doesn’t seem to have a vicious streak in his body. Oh, Ciri has no idea what he’d do if someone tried to harm those he loves, but he’s genuinely as kind as he shows himself, she’s sure of that.
She’s curious about his witcher story, and even more curious about why Yen felt the need to intervene before he could tell it. How would he have met a witcher? Does it have anything to do with where he got those injuries?
Her thoughts drift back to Geralt, and then to his bard, the man she’s here to find. Jaskier. The spell led her here – why? Why would Jaskier be in Enktell of all places?
Oh.
I'll answer 5 in a second post, because otherwise this is going to be too long.
From this WIP game
#thank you!!#ask game#echo's writing thoughts#singer street#left you behind just standing there#the witcher#jaskier#yennefer of vengerberg
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I posted 1,481 times in 2022
That's 833 more posts than 2021!
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au of the pscu where rwrb actually happens 👀. idk how the timeline would work but i imagine them being around the same age. the three princes would only vaguely know of eachother at first but maybe by the time firstprince email leak happens wille and simon would be together and would help them? also the whole squad would be invited to the nye gala and omg a wilma and nora friendship would be a whole vibe. idk where i was going with this but just putting this out there as a free fic idea...
hellooo anon! i can't believe i'm writing an au for prince simon now. but here you go... as a treat... if anyone wants to add to this pls be my guest!
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Simon padded into the living room, bleary eyed and craving cuddles. He was half-tempted to just pull Wille back into the bedroom and spend the rest of the day in a warm cocoon.
However, he quickly realised that those plans had to take a backseat. He found Wille curled up on the couch, his knees drawn up to his chest, staring blankly at his laptop in front of him. He was shaking.
“Wille?” Simon asked softly, approaching him slowly. He walked around the couch, into Wille’s field of vision so as to not startle him. “Baby, what’s wrong?” He sat down next to Wille, draping his arm over the backrest of the couch but not touching Wille yet.
A moment later, though, Wille fell into his embrace easily, and Simon tightened his arms around him. “It’s okay,” he murmured senselessly. Helplessly. Humming softly in Spanish, Simon let Wille shiver and shake in his arms, quiet sobs falling from his lips.
“It’s not fair,” Wille cried into his chest, and Simon squeezed him tighter.
Simon kissed the crown of Wille’s head, and then his eyes caught sight of the laptop and the headline staring back at him.
GAY ROYAL PANDEMIC: Prince Henry of Wales — another gay prince!
Simon felt bile rise in his throat as his eyes quickly scanned the article, bashing both him and Wille, but more importantly Henry, who’d just fallen victim to being outed by a horrible email leak.
Simon ached.
This felt like deja vu and judging by Wille’s current state, it felt like that for him too.
Simon had felt this exact same way when Wille had been outed with his then boyfriend Nils, and all he wanted to do was help. In any way he could. This time he’d actually do it. But for now, Wille was his priority.
“Hey. Baby, mi corazón, look at me,” Simon said softly, lifting Wille’s chin up so his fiancé looked at him, teary-eyed and hopeless. “I love you,” Simon told him for good measure, brushing his thumbs over Wille’s wet cheeks and resting them there in comfort. “Breathe with me, okay,” he instructed, taking a deep breath himself that Wille reluctantly mirrored.
Over the years, they’d become so attuned to each other, it was easy to talk the other done from a panic attack most days. It helped that they felt safe with each other.
“I love you,” Wille mumbled when he slumped against Simon, pressing his nose against Simon’s neck. “I wish I could do something.”
I wish I could do something. Simon was feeling that in his bones. He should’ve done something for Wille all those years ago, and he would help Henry and his boyfriend now in any way he could.
“He must feel so alone right now,” Wille went on, fresh tears spilling from his eyes and soaking the collar of Simon’s sleep shirt.
Simon squeezed Wille’s waist. “I have an idea,” he whispered, “Pack a bag, we might be going to England.” He was nothing if not reckless. He followed after Wille into the bedroom to grab his phone, dialling before Wille could even ask him what the plan was.
When the call was picked up, Simon said, “Hey Pez, it’s Simon-“
Pez Okonjo, who Simon had worked with on different events for their respective charities and who’d become a close friend over the years sounded frantic when he replied, “Hey man, it’s a bad time right now-“
“That’s why I’m calling. Listen. If you think it helps, we’re bringing in the cavalry. Wille and I are willing to help any way we can. I have experience dealing with homophobic queens,” he rushed out, taking a wild guess that the old bat Queen Mary was anything but ecstatic about these developments concerning her grandson.
Wille looked at him wide-eyed and a little bit in awe. Simon smiled at him reassuringly.
“You would, wouldn’t you?” Pez gave half a laugh, “Well then, we could use all the reinforcements. Alex- that’s Henry’s boyfriend, is already on the way from Washington. Be my guest, we’re gonna break Henry out of the palace if we have to!”
Simon smirked. Maybe somewhat inappropriately, excitement was bubbling in his stomach. If he loved something, it was stirring diplomatic chaos with bigoted monarchs — his mom would forgive him. Eventually. She wouldn’t have to know for now. That would be better for her sanity. “I’m calling my pilot right now. I’ll see you in a couple of hours. Keep me updated!”
Pez whooped, “Let’s save the prince!”
75 notes - Posted January 14, 2022
#4
it's here!!!
chapter 10 of i don't feel like our love is brand new is out now!!
✨read on ao3✨
(plssss message me if you have any questions about trigger warnings! i put them in the AN in the beginning but if you need more information on them, dm me!)
76 notes - Posted March 27, 2022
#3
“Your Royal Highness, it’s nice to meet you.” Being addressed in Swedish by a melodious voice suddenly startled Wilhelm’s brain into awareness. The first thing that Wilhelm noticed about the man in front of him were the sharp cheekbones and beautiful bronze skin. Then he met deep brown eyes filled with mirth. Crown Prince Simon of Spain, his brain helpfully supplied when usually, it was embarrassingly shit when it came to names. But this name- well, of course he’d remember the world’s first out and proud gay Crown Prince.
Or: Wilhelm is a queer mess and Simon is a little shit who's ready to win the Swedish prince's heart.
rated: explicit
chapters: 14/19
word count: 341,513
chapter one | chapter two | chapter three | chapter four | chapter five | chapter six | chapter seven | chapter eight | chapter nine | chapter ten | chapter eleven | chapter twelve | chapter thirteen | chapter fourteen
✨Prince Simon Cinematic Universe✨ series | chronological order | masterpost
85 notes - Posted May 14, 2022
#2
any date for the new chapter in sight? 👀
we're 23k in but it's only halfway through rn and i have a deadline for a paper coming up on the 10th so i need to work on that. i'd guess end of march if i'm able to focus more on writing again after the 10th so fingers crossed!!
99 notes - Posted February 28, 2022
My #1 post of 2022
why simon rebounding with marcus didn't work
i mean we all know why but apart from the obvious we had the answer right in front of us before it even started
rosh suggests simon should rebound with marcus to forget about wille (and simon needed and i think even wanted to hear that but that's another post) bc it worked for her and her ex-girlfriend. and i guess it is pretty solid advice.
except.
See the full post
173 notes - Posted November 10, 2022
Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →
#tumblr2022#year in review#my 2022 tumblr year in review#your tumblr year in review#that longest tag threw me for a loop lolol#I was like that wasn’t me????#alas it was the result of a quiz I took apparently lolol
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🖊️🖊️ for anyone you'd like to talk about!
I almost missed this one!
Last one before I retire to my bedchambers for the eve
I’ll give ya…🖊Astereaux and 🖊Deveter under the cut!
🖊ASTEREAUX
Astereaux began as a self insert character who eventually just took on a life of his own and is fairly removed from me now. I continue to give him a fair bit in the way of my personal interests and traits just cuz it’s fun to have a character you can give all that stuff to. Which traits and interests are mine and which were just created for this character is for you to sus out for yourself 👀
Astereaux loves space. Is just utterly fascinated by it. Finds the feeling of being just a tiny speck of dust in the larger universe calming rather than existential crisis inducing. Thinks stars and their life cycles are beautiful and a little bit sad. Finds warmth in the romantic notion that you and your loved ones can look at the same moon and the same stars no matter how far apart you are. He feels a lot of anxiety in his daily life and found that meditation and stargazing has helped with this a lot.
He collects lots of things. Rocks, letters, and knives (or other sharp pointy things) being some of his favorites.
He has a terrible sense of direction.
🖊DEVETER
Formerly named Dismillien (Dis) this poor guy got absolutely suckered into Jormag’s corner. Dev was the kind of person who bored easily and generally thought of other people as not worth his time or skill. And skilled he was. He had a natural gift with a sword and used it, but when the only real challenges came coupled with responsibility and baggage he became wholly uninterested.
Jormag gave him something interesting to do and for a time he was able to stave off his boredom fulfilling the whims of the Elder Dragon. Of course the whole thing was his idea, and he was only sticking around until he got bored again. Uh, huh. Yeah. It didn’t go so great.
After everything, Dev struggles now with his priorities. He finds himself helping others begrudgingly and can’t decide if the tedium is worth the emotional payoff. His existence is reliant upon the aid of others and the echo of Dragon magic and if he tries to go it on his own for too long he literally starts coming apart at the seams. (The excess dragon magic in him behaving like some sort of magical radiation, constantly trying to undo the magic that holds him together)
Deveter’s concept is based on plants dying of frostbite, frost flowers, plant cell death and regeneration, and a very particular plot point in .hack//sign that just ended up suiting him nicely. (If ur familiar its the bit with Sora and Morgana) oh and also beelzemon.
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Hello again! As always, hope all is good with you.
Mea culpa for the 50th ask today but the second I saw you roll up on my dash, and the fact that it was a part 2 to Feisty, I just had to read it immediately 😅.
"Genuinely, go shit in your hands and clap," you huffed, daring to smile to yourself.
😍😍😍😍 I love them with all my freaking heart. Are you smiling??? 👀 we catching some feelings there? 🤭
Alfie leaned forward, tilting your newspaper down slightly so that you had to look at him. "I can see you smilin' there, treacle, c'mon. Admit you like me."
AHHHHH!!! Have to do no such thing, but also yeah, yup, yes we really freaking do, but will we admit that to you, ABSOLUTELY fucking not.
"I'd rather get a hot poker shoved up my arse," you scoffed. "You can fuck off."
Genuinely took a spit take when I read this line. Like what a reply 🤣! This reader by far has to be one of my all time favorites for the reader inserts I've read for Alfie (and I've read pretty much all of them). Like I absolutely cannot with how much I love them. Not only do they not put up with shit but they fully could not give a rads ass that they are speaking like this to THE King of Camden Town. Badass through and through.
"If you must," you sighed. "If you have to annoy me constantly."
"I ain't makin' that promise," Alfie laughed. "You're too charmin' and fuckin' feisty for me to stop annoyin'."
Cheeky but fully honest. Get you a manz that can do both, simultaneously 😂.
You leaned into the touch a little, but not enough to let him think that you liked him. Of course you didn't.
Phesh, of course not. Very convincing. For flipping sure. 👀😉. Don't worry, your secret is safe with me. Hehehe.
Having to sit on his lap to patch up the wound, huh? Okay, okay. Yup. That's good. Approved. Everything seems perfectly fine here.
"Y'know," he mused. "I really fuckin' do like you."
Oh my goodness, like actually I don't even know how to properly thank you for this! Like I said earlier, this is for sure one of my favorite reader inserts for Alfie. They are just as stubborn as the Mad Baker and that crack wipe of a tongue... yeah they have my whole heart. It's so refreshing to see a reader like this, seriously, thank you so much because it actually allowed me to see myself in the insert in a way that I've not felt in many other works.
Like really, you have no idea what it means that you accepted and wrote these requests, genuinely, from the bottom of my heart, thank you oh so very much 🖤🖤🖤.
🐍anon
LISTEN, IF YOU WANNA SEND 5O ASKS A DAY? YOU ARE ABSOLUTELY MORE THAN WELCOME TO DO SO!!!! GENUINELY, GO FOR IT!!!!!
"why are you smiling 🤨🤨🤨🤨" WE KNOW WHY, C'MON. GIVE EM ANOTHER 1K THEY'LL BE SNOGGING BEHIND THE NEWSPAPER SHOP
reader is so stubborn you literally wouldn't be able to beat it out of them that they like Alfie even a LITTLE BIT 😭😭
listen, they are a small business owner in 1920s Camden - they do not have TIME to deal w Alfie's shit. they have a business to run and employees to look after, Alfie is NOT a priority for them!
the more the reader bites at him, the more Alfie's drawn in so it's literally a case of "they're so mean... I love them." - bullying is their love language 🫶🏻
they sat on his lap bc of "the angle" like uh-huh. and I drink Monster bc I like the taste and not the caffeine content, c'mon. the Nile is a river in Egypt.
Idek how to respond just know that I would absolutely die for you, anon, and I would put John Wick to shame to defend you 🫶🏻
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What is necromancer!Jaskier up to?? is he still baby
He is!! Necromancer Jaskier is always the most baby. There are a actually a few things I did for him too, after FLOWERS, but who knows if I'll ever get to finish it. Still... sneak peak?
#I did at at least 3 songs more and they're (IN MY MIND) supposed to be chapter 2 and 3 of this story and there is supposed to be plot but-#*deflates*#necromancer!Jaskier#gaunter o'dimm#the witcher#the witcher netflix#jaskier#You know how I once said 'necromancer!Jaskier is the most dangerous of them all' and how his dead minions called him '#destroyer of worlds#and Jaskier is only interested in singing songs and picking flowers and annoying Geralt (and trying to get into his pants. AND HIS HEART)#but also his pants#BUT if he had other priorities... uh uh 👀#song: hey little songbird (from Hadestown)#also I had SO much fun drawing my favourite bastard boy O'dimm - !#timeline wise I feel with older ciri this is somewhere after hearts of stone if you played it like [redacted]#so Geralt is NOT AMUSED. NOT AMUSED AT ALL.
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Sound of fire wip?
👀👀👀👀
SPILL
this has been in my inbox for an embarrassingly long time but i wouldnt outright forget an opportunity to talk about my story, here we go!
The spinning dancers in elegant dresses were in perfect, dizzying formation, as high notes from instruments Vinra had never heard before were played to perfection by the orchestra.
Gorgeously carved brown walls, small lights dangling from the cathedral of a ceiling, Vinra would have stopped to say hi, or appreciate the music, as professionally trained musicians hardly visited small lakeside villages, and Baruma was hardly the first place on anyone's itinerary on a tour of the kingdom of Parvinos. But he had no time, as he was sure Alexis had already realized he was missing.
He tugged at his waistcoat, hands in pockets, he took one out to wave at a dancer who smiled at him, then was swirled into the hands of another dance, and he did a full spin, then his hands were let go and the picturesque choreography of dancers picking up new partners continued.
"Arquiel!"
It came from behind him. That was his cue to start running. Taking off as fast as he could, Vinra weaved through the dancers, people dipping their partners and dresses spinning in dance. Alexis would struggle with his other half not here, but Vinra wasn't out of the woods- well, er, ornate castle yet.
Taking a sharp left, Vinra pushed through big doors to a hallway, and tried to center his thoughts. Kannon must be somewh-
Yes, he was somewhere. But the taste of Kannon's 180 and betrayal still tasted coppery in Vinra's mouth. He'd have to get back home on his own. Yeah. Sure. Great. Getting out of the castle was the priority- as long as he didn't summon any fire, he would look like any other boy of the kingdom. He'd stick to the streets, find the railroad home, and....
Well, he'd get there when he got there. Running down the hallway, he opened another pair of doors to a similar, smaller ballroom, he tried to ignore the heads turning as he bobbed through the dancers, careful to knock nobody over.
Through another pair of doors, and ahead of him? Kannon. Vinra's eyes widened in delayed shock, then he turned around, and the doors had swung closed.
"Vinra! Wait, please!"
He could have pushed through the doors. He could have shot fire at him, he could have screamed, hid, run,
but it was still Kannon.
He put his arm up, almost as if to fend him off, but awkwardly holding up his arm and his hand to Kannon's face wasn't all that intimidating, so he put it down.
"Talk. Now." Vinra pleaded.
Kannon shifted on his feet, and flexed his fingers. Vinra could tell he was trying to not reach for his dagger, to give him every benefit of the doubt.
A straggled breath from trying to run after him, and he said, "I'm- I didn't mean for this to happen. I don't, I didn't want this."
"Nobody knew what you wanted." said Vinra, with enough venom to kill an Aein. "I didn't- we didn't know you at all."
Kannon looked genuinely hurt.
"I do admit it was fake, at first. Our friendship. But then it was real, and it meant the world to me. You were real, and you, like, knew the world. I actually felt so glad when I saw you, my smiles were real, I would wake up happy. I would think about you when you weren't there. You trusted me, and you shouldn't have. Being your friend was the best thing I've ever felt. And I know I violated your trust, and, uh, I shouldn't have. I should've told you when I first saw you. But what we had wasn't fake- took me a while to realize that."
He was rambling, but it felt honest. Genuine. Kannon took his hands to his folded arms and pressed his nails into his skin.
Vinra let him finish, and Kannon hung his head in shame.
After a moment, Vinra spoke.
"You have...no idea, how badly I want to believe you. I do want my best friend back. But I don't know how I can trust you."
Vinra could tell he'd broken Kannon's spirit into pieces.
"You don't have to believe me. I'll help you get out of the castle. And, you never have to see me again after this." Kannon said.
Several things at once processing, Vinra took a breath, and decided to roll the dice.
"Let's get out of this castle. Alexis wants to get you just as badly as me. We are gonna talk about this later."
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