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ur-mousey · 20 days

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I'll Make You Miss Me ~

Imagine - Jude Duarte x Singer! Cardan Greenbriar (Song inspo linked ⬇️)

Imagine! Cardan Greenbriar, the High King of Elfhame, sitting alone on his throne. The crown made of thorns felt heavy upon his head, a constant reminder of who he'd banished. The grand hall emptied of its accord. However, in the wake of their presence, where diplomats lose their inhibition at his feet, Cardan never felt more abandoned.

He was without Jude, his wife, whom he had sentenced to a mortal life. She was his beautiful and most terrifying love, but Cardan knew deep down that she belonged elsewhere from this place.

It was selfish of him to believe otherwise. She was a queen, robbed of her status by her wicked king. Why would she return for him?

Imagine! It has been months since Cardan's riddle went unsolved. He drove himself mad, over-analyzing why his letters were left discarded. He left himself painfully sober for days. Torturing himself to come up with a lure. He missed her lying whims. I hate you, were her whispers of promise. He hated that their marriage started on a sour note.

Cardan never even came close to matching her strength. What if she wholly decided to leave Elfhame and him entirely? He doubted that age would fog his memories of her. And, even if it would be fatal to resist, he vowed to cradle his obsession between the pages of Alice in Wonderland as he had done through their childhood.

Imagine! Living through boring meetings where thoughts of Jude pressed heavily on your mind. The surrounding diplomatic dribble was doomed to fall on deaf ears.

Cardan sought distractions from his quill and parchment whenever his emotions overwhelmed him. He felt the constant restlessness of yearning for Jude's return. It was a feeling that gnawed at him day in and day out until he could take it no longer. Down in this cellar, where his love became realized, he could hardly but briefly assume that his wife would come to protect him from his woes.

"Jude's absence makes you worry." The Bomb noted as she stirred her brandy lazily. Her voice rang sympathetic and in tune with the ice cubes clinking against glass. Cardan halted his shuffling of cards, the room's silence now keenly felt.

Cardan dealt the cards with ease and confidence among the Court of Shadows, he couldn't help but chuckle to himself. "I'm obvious, aren't I?" he quipped as if talking to no one in particular. However, his mirth quickly faded as he continued, "Jude hasn't yet responded to a single letter of mine. I'm afraid."

The Roach hummed, reaching for his cards. "If letters don't reach her, your voice will."

Imagine! Despite the dark circles under her eyes caused by sleepless nights, Jude forced herself to get up from the couch and walk to the window. She craved the fresh air to clear her mind and drive away her growing hatred towards everything related to Elfhame.

"I'll make you miss me~" The haunting melody danced over the bend of the wind. She recognized the voice of Cardan singing the tune and the realization that he was desperate. The thought both excited and frightened her.

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.............................. Thank you for reading! Request rules are here! I am currently taking in ideas 🥳 This idea has been shoved to the back of my mind so I'm glad to have written it. And Holly Black stated that Valerian has sexual feelings towards Jude... It makes me hate him much more however, fanfic idea.

>>> NEXT FOLK OF AIR POST: Valerian x Jude x Cardan (hence toxicity)

This was a different writing style to what I usually do so we'll see how it does. I'll probably make another one for JJK because I've engaged more with that fandom. I quit my job a few weeks ago and it's gotten to me so much that I needed a break from the blog. On happier notes, I'm getting out of the house more. Gone on two dates which has been great!!!

#Youtube #jude x cardan #the folk of the air #the cruel prince #the wicked king #the queen of nothing #cardan is obessessed #music video #i'll make you miss me #fanfic #realizing that Valerian was sexually into Jude changed my brain chemistry #angst fic #tfota #jurdan #jurdan fic #cardan greenbriar #jude durate

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whiteredrose13 · 6 months

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So, I haven't written fanfic in a long time, and it's been even longer since I've posted it. But, oh my god, this fucking AU--

Do you know how long it's been since a piece of media has captivated my ADHD brain into doing more than drawing or just thinking about it really hard?? And then for an offshoot of that media to rot my brain just as badly??

Anyway, all this to say, @somerandomdudelmao I love your AU and I literally cannot stop thinking about it, it's consumed my waking thoughts. Donnie and Leo's reunion has me in a death grip.

(Apologies for any spelling/grammar errors, wrote this on my phone with very little sleep.)

Donnie is going to kill him all over again when this is over.

Mumbling, cursing, Donatello walks the surface of the spiritual lake, stray drops of glowing blue falling up around him. It's been hours. At least, it feels like it's been hours. Donnie knows time dilation is one hell of a drug, that what feels like hours to him may only be minutes–seconds, even–to anyone on the outside. He also knows that he's never had an ounce of patience for pointless tedium in his life, which is really not helping. That does not, however, negate the fact that his feet hurt, and it's fucking cold, and no matter how far he walks there's no sign of Leo–

Stubborn, selfless, reckless, candle-in-the-wind, dum-dum Leonardo!

Of course he'd be the hardest to resurrect! Donatello isn't sure why he had expected otherwise. His twin has always been the most grating individual he's ever met; Leo lived to spite him. It only makes sense that he'd make Donnie jump through hoop after hoop to save him. First his soul being barely more than an ember, weak against even the barest breath and aggravatingly flighty, and now this.

Growling, Donnie hunches slightly, staring ahead into the endless distance.

“Leo!” He screams, the sound echoing far and forever in the void. “Leo, you moron, where the hell are you?!”

Leo doesn't answer. Donnie pretends this doesn't scare him. He leans into the anger, letting the heat of it push him forward, urge him on. He can't be afraid. He's done this before, he's pulled their brothers from death's icy grip, given them a second chance. It's worked perfectly, up til now, and it's going to keep working despite Leonardo's attempts at driving Donnie insane.

Donnie's feet hit the lake harder as he stomps on, and on, and on, eyes darting frantically around for a shadow, a flicker, a sign, something. He calls for Leo until his voice is hoarse. Until his feet are so far past numb he's circled around to feeling them again.

Until Donatello realizes he can feel something under his feet.

He thinks it's the numbness creeping back in again, turning his nerves fuzzy and oversensitive (it wouldn't be the first time). But, no, he realizes, as something pushes up from underneath. Donnie stops dead. So does the thing below.

No. Not a thing.

Sparks flare to life at the back of his brain, familiar yet faint. It's a ghost of that feeling, the connecting thread between him and his other half, that twin sense Leo never shut up about and Donnie always maintained had no scientific evidence to prove. Donatello hasn't felt it since the day he died. Yet, tremulous though it may be, it's here now, bidding him to stop.

The breath vanishes from his lungs as he looks down.

There, amidst the quicksilver finish of the lake, is–

“Leo!”

His brother looks up at him. Or rather, looks up through him. Leo doesn't seem to recognize him. He stares, still as stone. Their twin sense fills with static. Donnie feels sick to his stomach. Clenching his hands, Donnie takes a steadying breath. Pressure begins to build behind his eyes. He's there, he's right there, but he still feels so far away. Donnie wonders for a moment if it's really Leo he's seeing down there.

“I miss you, Leo,”he says, though he's not sure why.

Leo copies him, mouth moving but no sound coming out. Curious. When Donnie moves, so does he, a perfect reflection, right down to the tilt of his head. Donatello kneels. So does Leo. He presses his hands against the glassy surface of the lake. So does Leo. He blocks Donnie, no matter how he moves, keeping himself on his side and Donnie on his. Just like all those games they'd play when they were hatchlings. Donnie hated those games then. He hates them even more in this moment, because on top of being annoying, now he's actively preventing Donnie from doing anything to save him.

“You are not making it easier, you know,”Donatello hisses, irritation replacing fascination.

Gritting his teeth, Donnie presses harder against the water, feeling the tension begin to give way under his right hand. The hand, he notes, Leonardo is missing.

There's nothing to block him there.

Reeling back, Donatello's fist hits the surface with enough force to send shards of glassy cerulean flying. It sinks further down, but not enough to get through. Leo's interference again, he knows. After staving off the sweet oblivion of death for so many years, fighting a decade-and-a-half in a losing battle, he's tired. Leo doesn't want to leave. He's supposed to be here, resting. This is home. That's what the twin sense tells him.

“It's not home,”Donnie grunts, punching the ice again. “Home-” Punch. “Is waiting-” Punch. “For you-” Punch. “Right here!”

Blessedly, Donatello's hand breaks through the icy surface. It's fucking freezing. Painful cold jolts up Donnie's arm into his shoulder, the shock nearly shutting down his nerves. He pushes through. He forces his arm deeper in, willing his fingers to move and close around Leonardo's scarf. Donnie's knuckles turn a startlingly light mint with the strength of his grip.

And he pulls.

He drags Leo, his twin, his brother, the other half of his soul, up and up from the depths of the water. The current shifts beneath his feet, waves lashing against his legs as it threatens to pull both him and Leonardo back under. Still, he keeps pulling. Donnie grimaces at the sharp sting of frost. Leo mimics him.

“Come here, you dumbass!”

Leo sneers up at Donnie. Rain pelts his skin, icy droplets pouring up in a deluge strong enough to nearly knock Donatello off his feet.

“You're coming with me and that's not up for discussion!"

The lake wants to take them both. It didn't want to let go of Leo, and now it thinks it can bring Donatello down with him if it tries. What it doesn't know is that the only thing that can stop Donatello is Donatello. He didn't come this far to give up now.

He didn't fight and claw and rage against all known laws of the universe to come back without his brother.

Both hands close around Leo's scarf. Then his shoulders, his sides, until Donnie's arms are under his, gripping tight around his shell. Donatello slams his foot against the lake for leverage, hauling Leo free of the water's frigid embrace.

“FUCK YOU, DEATH! I'M TAKING HIM!”

The water ripples in reply, and suddenly, it lets go. Gravity shifts. Everything tilts, sending the brothers spinning, dizzy, up–down?–into the dark.

Through it all, Donatello keeps hold of Leonardo's hand.

He made the mistake of letting go once. He's not about to make it again.

#rottmnt #cass fic tag #donatello #leonardo #rise of the tmnt #tcest dni #disaster twins #cass apocalyptic series #cass apocalypse au #update: I have a TMNT blog now! its theseweroff19th

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princesscolumbia · 5 months

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Return to Recipient - A Ranma 1/2 fanfic

Summary:

Ranma hasn't been feeling right for as long as he can remember, and he just figured that's normal. But after Jusenkyo, and especially after Jusendo, the feeling of "wrongness" has been getting more and more noticeable... ...because he doesn't feel it in his cursed form. He continues to just cope, keeping his struggle to himself, until he finds a letter tucked into his old travel pack addressed to him, written by him, from a 48 hour period that he doesn't remember and nobody will talk to him about.

Notes:

During the writing of 🔞 And at This Point I'm Afraid to Ask 🔞, I realized I was speed-running Ranma's egg-to-hatched trans journey and made an author's note of that. In the comments for that work, I got a note bemoaning the fact that I didn't spend more time on Ranma's realization, coming out, and social transition as a woman while understanding my reasoning. I replied stating that I needed a good hook, something that hadn't been hammered to death by other authors, and at the time I didn't have anything. I really got it in my head that I should do something, so I posted to Tumblr and started putting it out to the universe that I was Poly Transwoman Author Seeking Story Inspiration and Motivation, in Open Relationship with current WIPs. I was scrolling through the "Ranma 1/2" tag this morning trying to find something I hadn't read when I bumped into Dear Diary by JaquiK. I've read it, of course, and it's short and, for what it sets out to do, good. "Feels like it needs more," says I, "Wish the author would continue it, make something more of it than they did." The little author that lives in my head rent free and looks remarkably like Ranma-chan ran up behind me and socked me in the back of my head, "Dummy! There's your plot hook!" Then she backed a dump truck up and dropped about 3/4 of a story's worth of ideas on me. With the 2023 holidays in full swing (it's Cyber Monday as I type this) I'm not sure how quickly I'll get to outlining this or getting chapters 2-5 out (my personal metric for whether the author is serious about a work is if they have 5 chapters out. This has been a solid rule of thumb for long-form fiction and hasn't failed me regardless of fandom), but I wanted to get at least chapter 1 out as quickly as possible. Tags will be added as I add more chapters, mostly because my writing process means I'm not sure what tags will apply until I'm writing something that necessitates them. 😋 I hope you enjoy it.

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He had opened it and read the letter. Halfway through he realized he was shaking and that was when he'd vacated to the roof. He finished reading it fairly quickly, read it again, and then again. He was sure it was a fake of some sort at first, but it was like there was a voice in the back of his head telling him it was the genuine article. Not a 'voice,' per se, but like he could hear it in his girl-form's voice as he read it, like a memory of her reading it to herself after she'd written it to make sure it made sense. After, he'd sat there for nearly half an hour, watching as the sky turned deeper blue in anticipation of the sunset. Sighing for reasons he couldn't articulate yet, he looked at the top of the paper, noting the date again. It'd been written months earlier, on a day that was a big gap in Ranma's memory. This wasn't unusual for him, of course, his memory was notoriously spotty. This particular gap stood out, however, because he hadn't been able to tease the memory out no matter how he worked it, and everyone in the house behaved...weird whenever he asked about it. That more than anything told him that whatever had happened was significant enough the be memorable...about a time he had no memory.

He read the letter again,

Dear Ranma Saotome, I hope quite sincerely that you never find this letter, that you won't ever need to find it because you won't have come back. That sounds awful, but if you're back, then that means that I'm gone. I woke up this morning, and for once in my life I felt right. I didn't realize until it'd been explained to me by Akane that I didn't belong. I'm somehow in your body, awake and alive and able to be just me, and all thanks to Jusenkyo. And, apparently, a smack on the head with a pan. I love Akane, but she has such a temper. And I do feel ALIVE. I have your memories, but they're so...cloudy, so dark and hazy. When I make myself remember them, it's like a layer of shadow and pain is over all of them. It hurt so much to be you that I can understand why you hid away and I came out. Your body makes me feel wrong. I don't know what it means, how it happened or why I'm here. I think maybe a doctor might be able to help, but then we'd have to explain about the...'curse.' I don't like calling it a curse, that would mean it was bad. For me, it's not. It's wonderful and beautiful and it means I get to exist in a body that doesn't make me feel like I'm wrong. Uncle Tendo splashed me with hot water and turned me into a boy, and it was horrible. I wanted to climb out of my skin to make the wrongness stop. Don't get me wrong, I understand that you're quite handsome, in another world I could probably see you and consider you a fine catch, maybe even try to make you my husband somehow. But to be wearing your body felt like looking down and seeing a

At this point there were several attempts to write a kanji, each attempt being scratched out with the pen. Finally, the writer of the letter managed to put down what they were trying to say;

cat and not being able to get away from it. Being a boy felt horrible and wrong. You're welcome to it, I never could. In case I haven't made it clear, I'm a woman. Well, I suppose I'm still a girl, but I'm growing up to be a woman and I have dreams of being like big sis Kasumi and keeping a nice house and getting flowers, maybe planting a garden. I want to be married, but I guess I haven't grown up enough yet, because I don't think I like boys yet. I keep imagining a future where I'm married and being a housewife, but all I can see as a 'husband' is Akane. Isn't that silly? She's a tomboy, but she's not that much of a boy! ヾ(≧▽≦*)o In case you do read this letter, take care of Akane. She took good care of me today, even though it was very obvious she missed you terribly. I'm writing this in our room as I'm trying to sleep, hoping that it will help with my racing thoughts and the feeling of loneliness; father is refusing to sleep in the room, he considers me disgraceful. I find without someone else around I cannot sleep. I imagine that's because, from what I remember, that's the only life you've ever known, and technically you and I are the same person. If you are reading this, then I'm gone. Please find a way to stop that awful pain you carry with you. I experienced it for only a few hours, you've had it for your entire life. As strong as you are, as much of a martial artist as everyone says, I can only imagine that much pain will break you someday. Love, Ranma Saotome

Pain... thought Ranma. She called it pain.

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#fanfiction #fanfic #nanowrimo #note to self #egg cracking moment #trans female character #transgender #lgbtqia #lgbt #lgbtq+#ranma ½ #ranma #ranma saotome #ranma 1/2 #tofu ono #doctor tofu #doc tofu

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we-love-morioh-cho · 4 months

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I am........a little heated about how Jolyne's mother was treated in the story today esp in contrast to a certain ex husband of hers 🙃, so I decided to post some of my personal ideas and headcanons for her! This is partially based on what little we have of her, but is also very fanfic-y, self-indulgent and may be unkind to Jotaro lol

I have 3 main ideas for her name which I am very indecisive on -

Irene - based on Irene Rapona and alt. Jolyne's name. This would mean that Jolyne's parents put their names together to name her which is cringe but does happen. In the ending, alt. Jolyne now lives free from the Joestar curse (I think?) and so, symbolically, loses the 'Jo-' prefix and just inherits her mother's name whom she's always been closer with anyway.

Dolly - because of Dolly Parton who obvs wrote and sang 'Jolene'. A musical reference and also just a very cute name imo.

Hanna - named after Hanna Thorn, the model who Araki based her design and the pendant photo off of. While Irene and Dolly are based on her relation to Jolyne, this is the only name I could think of more based on herself. I'm not the biggest fan of a female character being named based solely on her connection to someone else BUT we have nothing to work with for this woman and, between the two characters she's connected to, I would much rather her name tie into Jolyne's. I haven't chosen a specific name yet though, I like all 3 ideas atm.

Based on the above reference to a model, I like to think Jolyne's mother is a model or at least works with fashion in some way. While it is a non-canon AU, the 'Jolyne, Fly High with GUCCI' one-shot written by Araki gives us some crumbs to work with. I haven't read it yet, but apparently Jolyne's mother has passed in this story and left Gucci clothing behind for her daughter. She's even customized them to fit Jolyne and, through wearing these clothes, Jolyne feels like she's connected to her mother again 🥺 So yeah, I head canon that she's maybe a fashion designer who models her own clothes.

We're told she's a 'crybaby' and is unwell with stress over Jolyne's situation, so I see her as having some type of anxiety disorder. I think that Jotaro's neglect and Jolyne's delinquency has puts a lot of stress on her along with her career. She's been left in a really difficult situation and it takes its toll on her. Sadly, I could totally see her as one of those women who had to give up on her career dreams due to the pressures of single parenthood, so maybe she's no longer a designer or model. This would add to Jolyne's anger at Jotaro - not just for his neglect of her but also the toll it's taken on her mother. Her not being present during Stone Ocean could be due to health issues to parallel Jotaro's condition and the Gucci one-shot. I think she's generally a quiet and graceful woman and hasn't always been able to stand up for herself much; creative and brilliant but also unsure of herself esp when she was younger.

I'm not gonna dwell on this point too long because it makes me angry, but I don't think her marriage to Jotaro was ever that good. They were both quiet and got along decently, but I don't see much emotional warmth or openness there. Tbh, I question why Jotaro decided to marry and have a child if he was just gonna neglect them due to 'dangers', but who fucking knows lol. Anyway, I think their marriage was distant and sad and Jotaro did not open up with a baby like Jolyne's mother hoped he would. Instead, he left her to do all the hard work, showing a real disregard for her and Jolyne 😒 You'd think he'd be more empathetic to single mothers with absent husbands and wouldn't want to put his own child through that but apparently not! 🙃 I think, before his neglect of Jolyne, she rarely challenged Jotaro and instead accepted whatever he wanted. But when his distance started to include Jolyne, an innocent child who needed him, she had had enough and started demanding better. I think him failing to show up while Jolyne was dying in a hospital was the final straw. She was the one who filed for divorce, and when she demanded custody he didn't contest it.

Moving on - she of course deeply loves her JoJo even with all the hardships and doesn't want her daughter to repeat her parents' mistakes. She's a very accepting mother, encouraging Jolyne to express herself and stand up for herself. She's relieved that Jolyne hasn't inherited her quiet and anxious personality, treasuring how bold and open she can be and always working hard to encourage that. She was always accepting of Jolyne’s emotions, letting her vent and making sure she didn’t repress her feelings. To keep up with her unruly and wild daughter, she became more confident and assertive over time. She had to be a strong woman to raise someone like Jolyne and she found her daughter inspiring during some of her lowest moments. And while she never got the chance to know this, Jolyne was inspired by her in turn.

Even with her anxiety, career and general stress - she does as much as she can to give Jolyne a great childhood. She's happy to dye Jolyne's hair and style it however her daughter wishes. While she's not use to the style in her own fashion, Jolyne's mother does her best to make cute little punk outfits that Jolyne adores and proudly shows off to everyone. She brought Jolyne to a shoot one time, curious if her daughter would be interested, but the girl only got up to trouble and pointed out how uncomfortable and uptight it all seemed. On the drive home, Jolyne expected her mother to be furious or upset but instead she just burst out laughing at her daughter's bold antics and comments. It was clear Jolyne was NOT gonna turn out like her mother and that brought the woman a lot of joy and relief.

Sorry to say, but I think she's a Disney adult 😞 While they don't get to visit too often, I think the duo absolutely go to Disney World when possible and I think Jolyne's mother styled Jolyne's buns to look like Mickey Mouse ears. She is a fanatic for the old princess movies, their dresses inspired her to get into fashion and she watched those films with her own mother so she repeats that tradition with Jolyne. She knows Jolyne doesn't really give a fuck about those old movies and that does make her a bit sad, but it means a lot that Jolyne at least tries to sit still and pay attention as best as a child can. Watching those movies and going to Disney World brings out a new side to her in Jolyne's eyes; her mother seems so giddy, is fine with the large crowds and becomes so emotional over the romances. While Jolyne doesn't understand why her mother likes these movies and does get embarrassed by her obsession sometimes, she usually agrees to go meet the princess actors so that her mother has an excuse to see them as well (plus the park is still a lot of fun and exciting). And yes, her mother does see the actual princesses when Bohemian Rhapsody happens and she cries lol

Jolyne has a phase where she becomes deeply interested in marine life, largely inspired by Jotaro's career and interests. Jotaro took her to an aquarium once or twice and got her a book - she then became obsessed. Part of this enthusiasm was that she wanted to impress Jotaro and connect with him, wanted to find a way to make him stay this time. So Jolyne immersed herself in marine biology and tried very hard to show off her knowledge, desperate for her dad's approval. But he still left and, not wanting Jolyne's genuine interest and enthusiasm to be soured, her mother took time off work to take the girl to an aquarium herself, asking questions so her daughter could tell her at least. Jolyne barely spoke the entire time, and the next day her mother found the marine life book in the trash.

The two are obviously very close, but an absent parent can still be disastrous for a child. That's why Jolyne's delinquency hurts her so much - she really wanted to be enough for Jolyne to stop her going down a bad path, but believes she isn't. She endlessly tries to get through to Jolyne but just doesn't know what to do. Eventually, the lectures and emotional turmoil makes Jolyne a bit distant, especially compared to when she was younger and almost seemed afraid to be away from her mother. She still loves her mother and their relationship isn't bad necessarily, but it is strained and her mother fears one day Jolyne will shut her out like Jotaro. Jolyne's mother holds onto far too much guilt over their family situation and her anxiety is affected terribly. She always did the absolute best that she could and was a fantastic mother even if she didn't always know what Jolyne needed and I will die on that hill.

I hate to even think about her experience during Made in Heaven. Surely, she would've known her ex and daughter were at the center of it - while Jotaro hid a lot from her, I think in that moment she just knew. I'm sure she tried for hours to contact either of them, the phone lines jammed and the roads a dangerous mess. How would anyone have felt during that whole event, let alone a mother worrying for her child? My headcanon is this - despite her condition, anxiety and the sheer risk of going outside, she set out on foot to find Jolyne. She had no direction or idea of where to go but she had to try. She knew the world was ending but she needed to find her daughter no matter what. And sadly, I think she died searching, hoping her JoJo would somehow be OK.

In the new universe, Jolyne's mother is still separated from Jotaro, but I think it ended on much better terms. Irene only mentions visiting her father on the trip, so I assume her mother lives elsewhere. She met another partner and her life is generally freer from hardship and stress. With a partner and Jotaro's help in raising Irene, I like to think she achieved her dreams that she had to give up on in the OG universe. Maybe it's sappy, but I really want to believe that life is just nicer to her in the new universe and that her and her daughter remain as close as ever ❤️

#mine #joestar family #jjba #jojos bizarre adventure #text #emotional #analysis #theory #trivia #critical #jjba critical #jotaro kujo critical #spinoff #stone ocean #jolyne's mother #jolyne cujoh #jotaro kujo

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peyton-warren · 8 months

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Fanfic writers appreciation day

I would like to share some of my favorite writers on this hellsite. ( In alphabetical order so no partiality is shown.). I know I don't give any of them enough love and support so here is a small attempt to make up for it.

@adulting-sucks - is first up. Masterlist. She hasn't been writing lately because life happens but that doesn't mean I don't go back countless times to what she's already written. She is my ride or die on this site, but that doesn't mean I'm biased. Go read for yourself. My favorite of her stuff is Oh What A Night, a Jake Jensen masterpiece that is exactly how I feel my first date with Jake would go.

@deandoesthingstome her Masterlist. Charlie is just a beautiful human who is so welcoming and supportive of other writers, essentially keeping fandom community alive and thriving. She does this amazing thing for other writers called Fanfic Writer Wednesday where she highlights a writer, which is so sweet and selfless and beautiful 😍. Her writing is outstanding as well! My favorite of hers is Walk With Me, which is full of drama, intrigue, smut and storytelling. Seriously you will not be disappointed.

@ellethespaceunicorn Their Masterlist. Elle writes beautifully about some of my favorites in the fandoms namely Walter Marshall and Lloyd Hansen. My favorite (currently) is Don't take My Sunshine Away . The series is dark (it's about Lloyd so to be expected). Give it and everything else they have written a shot.

@raccoon-eyed-rebel her master list is here. Her unique and beautiful writing has you coming back for more with each chapter, each post. The woman doesn't know the meaning of brevity and that's ok with the rest of us because her writing is so outstanding. My recommendation of her stuff is one of her one shots - In All Fairness... though you can't go wrong with any of her many series either.

@geralts-yenn Her Masterlist This woman is a phenomenal person above and beyond her writing. She is the glue that keeps fandom community together, she is one of the most supportive people on Tumblr of other writers. And her comments are legendary. As for her writing, if I had to narrow it down, it would be hard but I'll go with Believe in me, her ongoing series Vampire Modern Melot. As a person who ravenously have consumed everything vampire related since the late 80s til today (minus Twilight), I am madly in love with her new interpretation of Vampires and their lives. As well as she weaves several Cavill characters into the tale, even as background players. Love it. And more importantly I love her.

@mayloma her Masterlist this writer is phenomenal in talent and beautiful imagery. I love all of her stuff but the one I keep coming back to repeatedly is Sweetest Things. The visuals, the sensuality, the beauty. Just perfect. And unlike the other writers here, I need to mention my other most favorite of hers Of Investments and Returns. It had me locked in from the first word and I loved every second of it.

@ronearoundblindly her Masterlist. Ro is an amazing writer who is prolific and beautiful in her writing. She is also an incredible human being that I am so glad is in my life. She has helped me out of jams both in writing and in my own life. Love her. My favorite of her fics is Smells Like Team Spirit which is an unf hgggg wonderful tale about Lloyd x Reader x Steve Rogers.

@sarahdonald87 Although she has yet to officially publish a full chapter of her Andy and Everett series, she still wets our appetites with her beautiful snippets. I am so excited to see what she gives us when she gives us the whole story. My favorite of her drabbles is The Dark Room Redux. It's a beautiful view into where Andy and Everett are headed. Also I adore Sarah and am so very thankful she is in my life. I love her realness and honesty as well as her beautiful heart.

@sweater-daddiesdumbdork her Masterlist This woman is an outstanding writer. Her serieses (is that a word?) keep me coming back again and again to read and reread. Her current ongoing series about a certain Train!Daddy and Honey is pure love and wonderfulness and very inclusive (I feel very seen in that series). But the series I adore the most that she wrote is Wilford Demands. The twists and turns plus the outstanding smut just... It's wonderful.

@sweetandgentlecreature her Masterlist Sweet is a newer writer in Tumblr who has definitely made her presence known with her Sy fics. My favorite is Homeward Bound .

Go give your favorite fanfic writer some love and appreciation today, and all days. As always reblog their work to help spread the love around to others. Your likes are all well and good but Tumblr reblogs is the only way fic gets spread to other readers.

#fanfic writer appreciation #friends in my phone

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13eyond13 · 6 months

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Who are your top 5 fav characters from all media (can be manga, anime, movies, books, games, etc)?

omg another good question, but also one I find very difficult to answer!

Uh. Would it be incredibly lame of me to have several top 5 favourites all from Death Note 😆 I feel as though it's maybe just because I've spent an ungodly amount of time discussing and enthusing over them with other people in the fandom, and this is really the only fandom I've ever been involved in, but...

L Lawliet - my #1 fave since forever!!!

Light Yagami - it's like he's also my #1 fave due to the fact that I think he's so well-written, entertaining, layered, and fascinating to analyze. I can never quite stop trying to figure him out. But he took me a lot longer to fully warm up to and appreciate than L did

Tom Ripley (in The Talented Mr. Ripley by Patricia Highsmith) - particularly/only in the first novel that he stars in. He's got such a soft-spoken and gently polite, keenly observant POV that I find really comforting and enjoyable to hang out with in spite of how much creepy and sinister shit is actually going on underneath the surface and behind the scenes with him 😅 Clearly I have a bit of a type in fictional faves??

Beyond Birthday (in the Another Note novel by Nisio Isin)- I just felt too bad at the thought of not including B here, I simply can't betray my stupid son like that. He's the only fictional character that has ever really inspired me to hop right into his head and attempt to take the reins through writing fanfics, after all. I definitely urge anyone in the fandom who hasn't read the LABB novel yet to read it if you want to know what a colourful character B is... fanon B often just doesn't quite reach the true heights of absurdity and awkwardness that the original B does

Those MIGHT be the only ones I ACTUALLY consider my top faves right now at the moment? I have had other ones in the past, but currently that's the only list that actually sprang to mind.

HOWEVER I'll give you a bonus fictional character that I found incredibly interesting to get to know recently:

5. Mary Katherine Blackwood (from We Have Always Lived in the Castle by Shirley Jackson) - Merricat is the epitome of a unique and odd first person POV to inhabit. Her unreliable narrating and her childish worldview and her dark little habits and obsessive rituals makes for a pretty fascinating and disturbing read!

#ask #anon #top 5 meme #p

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I dont know if I'm reading this wrong ( there hasn't been chapters about how the polycule works in more detail), but it seems that after chapter 6, Quinn (and perhaps the skeletons too) aren't and don't communicate about their pasts ( except for the mashine). I have a feeling that sans is sort of right. There are cracks in the relationship, just not the ones he thinks. The inclusion of MC in the relationship could fix these glaring problems in communication ( maybe). Also, with Blue being a cop and MC having a criminal record, I think the idea that those two having a stronger relationship at the start would be hilariously ironic. I LOVE how this fanfic is being written. I can't wait for the next chapter!

You're bang on with that! As we know, Sans is an extremely perceptive guy and a great judge of situations, so he was spot on with the vibe he got from mc and the feeling that mc could irrevocably change the relationship. I think, had he been in a better state mentally/less sleep deprived, he might've been able to examine those feelings a little more critically, but alas, here we are.

It's like you're living in my head with your thoughts about Blue! I've been really fixated on him and who I want him to be in this story for the past week (despite the fact that he's the only skeleton to have not made an appearance yet oops) and also thinking about the type of person MC gravitates towards. Also thinking about Blue as someone who's super likeable, sociable, charming, friendly - all qualities MC has too, just in different shades.

Thank you so much for this ask! I am so happy you're enjoying the story.

#RTC asks #blue #sans #the electrician #july talks RTC

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chainrave · 4 months

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I think you should still consider making a list of influential fanfics, even if you don't have links to them or can't remember the details. Maybe someone on here will know what you mean! And even if not, might be fun (or emotionally damaging, kind of fun too) to reminisce!! :)

you know what you’re totally right! so here is a list of the ones i remember off the top of my head that are still up on ffnet (all kh fics btw, mostly akuroku)

Boys — Casey V soriku/akuroku. 90s high school au. a highly acclaimed classic for good reason. listen to nirvana for a more immersive experience.

A Lesser Beauty — Versace Frolic akuroku. modern-setting college au. another classic. *slaps roof* this bad boy can fit so much mental illness in it.

Suburbia — Falaphesian soriku. modern-setting au. interesting characterization & a gut-punch ending. references one of my favorite murakami short stories. holy shit this was written in 2006??

A Pillar of Salt — Versace Frolic akuroku. modern-setting au. vf hits it out of the park yet again. most succinct way to describe it is a single muttered "fuck..."

failures of flight — lhbaghead akuroku. modern-setting (sorta) au. fucked up boys being fucked up boys over a span of several years. 9/11 is mentioned and is actually kinda relevant.

Dispatch to the Sea Floor — Sowing Poppies akuroku. modern-setting au. some cross-dressing roxas to heal the soul. but also some tragedy to hurt the soul.

My Girlfriend, Who Lives in Canada — Quillslinger akuroku. modern-setting au. i'm overusing "classic" but it's a classic. who hasn't read this one?

Deceitful Above All Things — Quillslinger akuroku. canon compliant but written pre-days. axel-centric take on his time with roxas in the org. heart-wrenching, of course.

there are probably a dozen more. annie christ had some good akuroku fics but they're gone now, there's a bunch of high school aus i can't remember but i know i liked them, there's a few unfinished stories that haven't been updated since obama's first term, and of course there's all the purged smut & stories with """questionable""" content

#ask #.txt #i used to read a lot of fan fiction but i haven't read nearly as much in recent years #we're past the glory years but #there's still so many talented writers in the kh fandom #(i meant to reply to this sooner! sorry!)

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Thank you deeply for feeding Mallerollo shippers, but I was wondering, have you ever planned writing for others you like since you love Octavinelle and pome?

This is a good question!

I do love Octa and Pome. I wrote a small thing for idoazu a long time ago, but it lives unfinished on my hard drive somewhere. Overall, I don't have the same urge to write for them as I do for mallerollo.

Mallerollo is kind of a perfect storm for me. I fell for them hard and there's also very little fic content for them in English. This is probably going to sound weird, but I write for mallerollo partially because they have so few fics. Octa and Pome generally don't need my "help," so to speak... Even Jack/Vil has over 100 fics in their tag.

Originally, my first mallerollo fic was just going to live on my hard drive, but my friend convinced me to post it to AO3. So I cleaned it up, did so, and the reaction was very positive. Mallerollo fans overall have been really nice, which is another incentive.

Also, I wrote (but didn't publish) a full on original novel back during covid and mallerollo has some similarities to the m/m couple I wrote in that story. Enemies to lovers, two different humanoid species, lifespan differences, royalty problems... yeah. Their personalities are nowhere near the same, but the issues they face are, so they kinda cater directly to me. It's also been a lot less stressful writing fanfic than going through a bunch of feedback exchanges, trying to query and failing, etc. I hadn't written in a while before mallerollo showed up.

I'm rambling now. Basically, few fics in the tag + people are nice + an urge to write them + they have problems I already like writing about = mallerollo is what I write. If an idea for Octa or Pome slithers into my head and won't leave, then I might write something out, but that hasn't happened yet.

#rllr asks #mallerollo

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pathsofoak · 2 years

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fanfic ask game time 🤩

A (regarding your whole project)

Ohh I like these XD also this got long because the snippet isn't really a snippet, more like 500 word excerpt. I'm not that good at cutting things

A: How did you come up with the title to The Cold Half?

Well first of all I wanted titles that kind of fit with the original series, so "the-word-word" basically, so that's the answer on the structure.

But they have a thematic meaning as well. Technically, The Cold Half is only the title for the first four parts, since I added part five much later (originally it was just going to be oneshots, but I stretched the character arcs across a full extra story).

The Cold Half basically means the night. The cold half of the day.

So the first part, The Late Fall, is the sunset. It's still light enough, trouble has begun but the true problems still have to come. Thomas has been taken, but he's still got a chance to escape. The others still feel comfortable ignoring all their problems, Teresa hasn't touched upon the idea of betraying WCKD yet.

The Blue Hours, is like the bit of time just before it gets dark. It's already getting colder and there's not a lot to be done but prepare for it. Thomas has spiraled into WCKD's lies, Teresa is setting herself up to be hurt by WCKD because of her new drive to help Thomas, and the others haven't figured out how to grow back together yet.

The Night Winds is midnight. Its the coldest, it's the darkest (unless you live in Northern Europe and it's summer in which case it doesn't get dark all the way and I can't sleep but that's unrelated), and the most dangerous. They can't see the danger coming. Thomas doesn't realize WCKD didn't lose him, they dropped him alone on the Scorch for an experiment. Teresa gets stuck with the others and pays the price for her betrayal on top of not being able to return to WCKD (not that she wants to), and the others still struggle to be a team especially when they learn Newt still can't be saved, and Brenda is still showing signs of the Flare too.

However, after midnight things get lighter and warmer. Everyone makes big steps forward in terms of working together after the halfway point of this part.

The Early Rise is the sunrise. They're not there yet, but things will get better and there's nothing WCKD can do to stop it, if they've even noticed. The kids don't realize it yet either, but they're nearing the endgame (it's still a bit of a misnomer though because this part is the angstiest of the three so far).

The High Noon is the odd one of the bunch, because this one happens during the day, so to speak. It's noon. They're all safe, now all they have to do is take their time to recover in the safety of the afternoon.

F: share a snippet from one of your favourite dialogue scenes you've written and explain why you're proud of it

This is so hard because I actually really love most of my writing equally... No I really can't choose so I'm gonna go ahead and pick a bit from a recent chapter that actually doesn't contain a whole lot of dialogue because Gally refuses to speak (which made the scene so much harder to write making me prouder of it lol):

Newt squeezed Gally’s hand as his imagination provided him with countless horrid ideas of what WCKD might have done. “Can you talk?”

Gally nodded, squeezing back.

Newt wasn’t sure if Gally was sure, but at least it meant WCKD didn’t take that away. “Do you want to?”

Gally looked away and Newt took that as a no.

“Okay. You don’t have to.” They would never get any answers of any kind if they pushed him. “I’ll be right here.” He went back to drawing circles on Gally’s head with one hand, and on his shoulder with the other. “Just breathe.”

Chuck passed the door and stared inside.

Newt tilted his head to tell him to leave, but he stayed.

“Is he okay?” he asked softly.

Gally turned away.

“Fine,” Newt lied for him. “Why don’t you head on to the library, all right? Frypan or Minho can help you, or Brenda if she’s up to it.”

He would forbid it later, but the others wouldn’t have let him come near without good reason. Newt’s orders went ignored as rarely as he gave any these days.

Gally spoke, for his first and last time that day. “I only ever get people hurt.”

Newt tried to hide his anger against WCKD for forcing him back into that thought. He had seen it in him back in the Last City. His hesitation, his shame, his guilt, it tainted his every action. Ever since they got caught it only got worse.

“That’s not true. No one feels any less safe with you than with anyone else.” He put his hand to the back of Gally’s head to hold it closer to the safe beating of his own heart. It calmed him, and it could no doubt do the same for Gally.

Gally’s gaze went back to the door, where Chuck had just left.

“He loathes everyone and he still asked if you’re okay.” He ran his hand up and down Gally’s arm as he kept drawing circles with his other hand. “He’s not scared of you. No one is. If WCKD’s been telling you that you can go ahead and flush that klunk right down the bloody loo.”

Gally grimaced as if telling him he couldn’t.

“Look at me.” That was exactly what WCKD had been telling him, hadn’t they? That what he did to Chuck marked him for the rest of his life. Chuck didn’t seem to care much anymore. Sure, sometimes he’d stare into the mirror and gaze at the scar on his chest, but he didn’t hide away from Gally. He was angry with everyone but if it were about the shooting he would have said so.

Gally looked up, only a bit.

“We trust you. Don’t let WCKD tell you otherwise.” He didn’t know whether what he said was right or wrong.

Gally broke into sobs again, clinging to Newt’s chest.

Newt held him until the time for lunch came and went, the call for dinner went by, and the light faded from the sky. Though he calmed down eventually, the sheer fear never left him. He flinched every time a bird passed their window. He grabbed and squeezed Newt’s hand when someone’s footsteps passed the room.

Just over six hours, that was all WCKD needed.

They could have shattered them all completely right on day one, but they hadn’t.

Pain pierced his head in a flash of a moment. Just long enough to hurt, just short enough to pretend to not have noticed.

Your purpose is to keep your group stable. He was sick, that was why he couldn’t do it, but that didn’t stop him from beating himself up over it.

He had the energy now and he wouldn’t waste it. “Do you want to stay here, or head to the bunks?”

Gally didn’t answer. He stayed in Newt’s arms, though.

First of all, hurt/comfort. I genuinely struggle with softer touches, so this one was a bit hard to write. At first it was quite literally just going to be Gally running to his bunk and not coming out (he got in trouble with WCKD. What actually happened is revealed in a flashback later on), but I got this idea of Newt being soft with him and I had to try. There's a lot going on too. Newt is having a suspiciously good day Flare-wise, but the pain at the end is a signal of an episode (like, temporarily cranking out) coming. Gally's single line is basically the entire thought he has to overcome throughout the story, and Newt telling him this about Chuck is the last push he needed to start moving in the right direction.

Also Gally isn't necessarily someone who's constantly ignoring or hiding his pain, but he's not the most expressive either so feeling the way he does here would be very foreign to him as much as it is to Newt, just adding onto the whole thing.

(If you want to read one with more dialogue tho there's my most recent snip in the word wars channel. I'm very proud of that one too, since it's got all my feels in it ;)

H: how would you describe your style?

Very character-focused. Most of my word count goes to descriptions and narrative about emotions and emotional conflict. I rely pretty heavily on some emotion to have the foreground rather than just an action, actually. That's why part three is so much shorter than the rest when it comes to Thomas's POV, since it's almost entirely plot-focused.

K: What's the angstiest idea you've ever come up with?

The Early Rise's third plot point by far if it's about chapter-specific stuff. Everyone is going to have a personalized, WCKD induced, dark moment. It's the part in the fic that's just very dark and heavy in a very short amount of time (page-wise). I'm not going to spoil those though ;)

But for longer parts, the entire "Jorge, Vince, and Justin got murdered by Thomas's guard" plot. The others constantly hide things from Thomas (first that they're dead in the first place, then who killed them), which causes so much conflict between them that Thomas pulls away from them again. At the same time Dijken can't tell him the truth about the entire situation, because if Thomas knows what's really going on, so will WCKD. So Thomas is constantly being lied to by everyone he loves, but it's all to protect him in a way that he genuinely needs (because he simply can't handle keeping the secret of the Right Arm, and he's not mentally stable enough to survive thinking Dijken betrayed him too). And Thomas knows he can't know, which just adds on to the low-self worth he'll struggle with in part five.

N: is there a fic you wish someone else would write (or finish) for you

Honest answer, I don't read that much to be honest. I need to take some more breaks from writing lol. But there is this ATLA fic I read a while back about what happened if the Fire Nation had won the war, and it was very angsty, it raised a lot of questions, which went unanswered because the writer went on hiatus...

I can't look up the title atm...

As for would write, I just love all kinds of Teresa redemption arcs really. There's plenty, but there can always be more XD. I just love all the ways you can interpret her character both in the books and the movies.

R: Are there any writers (fanfic or otherwise) you consider and influence?

Well, first of all, K.M. Weiland. I've never read any of her novels to be honest, but everything I know about story structure and character arcs comes from her books on them. Also the writer of the Drakeneiland series (again, can't look it up, but it's about a bunch of young kids who commited crimes and basically get sent to an island where there's no adults and they have to work together to keep their town running). I'm pretty sure those books first introduced me to the concept of found family, even if it's not that big of a theme I think.

U: Share three of your favorite fic writers and why you like them so much.

You, lol. I still can't get I may do no harm out of my head. It was the first Thomesa fic I ever read and to this day it remains my favorite I just love the whole thing. You're so passionate about this ship as well and it really shows in your writing.

@crestfallercanyon I love everything. Just everything. I haven't read everything yet but that fic where Gally is really self-destructive in the Safe Haven comes to mind. I've read it like three times now. And Marathon Man is SO GOOD as well just holy shit.

@shanklovingshank I've only read one of their works, but it was the first work I ever read for this fandom so it's got a special place in my heart. They were also the first friend I made here!

#D answers the asks #tea #I keep using all my 'D' tags lol everyone just calls me Oak by now

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ramblingsofachristiannerd · 2 years

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Ahh I love sending ask prompts!

For the writing ask game, as many as you’d like to answer: 1, 7, 9, 11, 12, 13, 17, 23, 40, 51, 73.

and i love answering prompts, so i'll go with all of them XD thank you friend ily <3333

do you know how you want the story to end when you start, or are you just stumbling through the figurative wilderness hoping to find a road?

kind of both tbh XD for long fics, i usually have an ending in mind, but the middle...is stumbling through the figurative wilderness haha. i'll generally have a rough outline, but it's still a lot of filling in. i was about halfway through Crimson and Steel before i finally had an outline for each individual chapter, but i've had the ending planned from day one

7. tell us about the plot of the first fanfic you ever wrote

i literally don't even remember, it was so long ago haha. i've been writing since i was in seventh grade filling in my little cringe notebooks, and daydreaming scenarios in my head long before that XD i think the first time i put pen to paper was star wars fanfic? it might have just been an "anakin lives" scenario i think lol

9. in an ideal world where you’re already super successful and published, would you want to see a tv or movie adaptation of your work? why or why not?

Yes! my mind is super visually-oriented, so i usually write chapters like they're episodes in a tv series anyway. if Crimson and Steel were to be adapted somehow, i think i'd like it to be animated (and the format of it works better as a tv show)

11. what’s something neat you’ve learned while doing research for something you were writing? also, how much do you worry about doing research in general?

i learned a lot about the New York irrigation system writing the Lizard chapters of Crimson and Steel XD like where the city gets most of its water and stuff. and it depends; i don't want to make a glaring error, but if i'm getting too frustrated then i remind myself that i never fact check fanfics i read anyway, so most people probably don't care. if it stops being fun, that's when to stop

12. do you ever have trouble focusing on writing? how do you get around that?

sometimes. in my view, unless you're a professional writer, you're not on a schedule and this should be fun, so don't force it. if i don't strain myself, i usually get around to thinking about my fic anyway haha

13. talk about a writing experience that has pleasantly surprised you.

i love hearing my readers' theories! it's always pleasantly surprising to hear what they think will happen, even if it's off, and i've even occasionally been inspired by them. i love when a reader will point something out that maybe even i missed

17. what is your favorite line you've ever written?

this one hasn't been published (but i do have a WIP with it), but i still wake up in a cold sweat thinking about it: "Never think you are worth any less than all I have to give you and everything I stand to lose."

23. how do you deal with writer's block?

don't sweat it. take care of your body and mind, primarily, and the ideas will start flowing again eventually. reading fic, even if it's not in the same fandom, can also spark an idea.

40. best piece of feedback you've ever gotten.

i get told my character interactions/dialogue are decent, so that's always nice. but someone told me my fic was a blessing, and i still think about that comment :')

51. share the synopsis of a story you're working on that you haven’t published yet

oohhh...i have so many WIPs lol but i'll share a little about the third part of the 'Here to Stay' trilogy since a lot of people have been asking me about it. it sees all the characters from across the universes reunited, but there's a cosmic threat (if you read the comics you might know who) that wants the power too. shenanigans ensue

73. how do you visualize scenes? do you see it like a movie in your head, or do the words just flow?

kind of both? i visualize the scene like a movie in my head AS the words flow. it's hard to describe, i'm not that good of a writer haha

thank you again friend!

Send me more!

#nerd writes #ask game #long post

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damienthepious · 2 years

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for fanfic commentary, chapter 5, "We don't need to talk," she says, her lips still brushing the rim of her cup, "if you don't want." till end of the chapter

[Pick a short passage from any fanfic I’ve written (OR SPECIFICALLY Need Your Teeth Etc) and send it to me, and I’ll give you the equivalent of a DVD commentary on that snippet!]

yessssssss yesssssss

[After a moment, Arum approaches, carefully lowering himself and pretending not to watch the doctor with a wariness bordering on the paranoid.]

genuinely a breakthrough for Arum to admit that he's being paranoid, even internally. She's given him virtually no reason to be suspicious of her, EXCEPT for the fact that she's been overly-familiar with him.

[He lifts his own mug, flicking his tongue through the steam, oddly comforted by the familiar scent.]

Arum canonically likes tea! love that for him. Rilla in my head likes coffee better, but goddamn she is going to SLEEP after Arum leaves. Offering tea is just... domestic and normal. Normal is weird for Arum, but he's taking a little bit of solace in just... the pure physical sensation of a warm cup in his hands.

["We don't need to talk," she says, her lips still brushing the rim of her cup, "if you don't want."]

the Continuing Efforts of Amaryllis to Offer Olive Branches. she is more than aware of Arum's discomfort, and the fact that he seems particularly unused to just... conversation. She's giving him an out, and she would have absolutely honored it, despite her own curiosity.

also the exact phrasing and pacing of this came to me like a vision. despite how simple it is, this singular paragraph Lives in my head as an audiovisual experience.

[Arum considers that.] again, genuinely a breakthrough. i think he's feeling... unsettled (tender) after seeing Damien like that.

[It is... deeply unsettling, sitting in a human home, waiting for his rival to wake, offered courtesy and patience by a stranger- a strange human, even. It is unsettling, but-]

This is so wildly out of Arum's comfort zone that it isn't even funny (it's a little bit funny).

[Amaryllis carries herself with a certain steadiness, a certain honesty. Her home is unassuming, nearly as full of growing things as the grove outside, smelling faintly of the magic of the surrounding jungle.]

Pulling back to just... observations. He's not analyzing them for a minute, he's just... taking stock. also, the magic he smells is probably also a LITTLE bit her own research, but it's hidden enough that it just seems like the pervasive magic of the world is not suppressed by her, the way it would be by some humans.

[He can imagine- Damien's frenetic energy, his passion and intermittent panic- Arum can imagine Amaryllis and her home as a balm to him, soothing him down from his more distressing highs.]

and after he observes, then he extrapolates. He understands, very easily and almost instinctively, how Damien FITS here, even if he hasn't contextualized the relationship between the humans as romantic, just yet. He knows Damien far better than he would outwardly admit, and even in discussing Damien's issues he still uses terms that are DISTINCTLY sympathetic and fond. calling it passion is very.... hmmmmmmmm 👀

[It is somewhat difficult to maintain discomfort, here. He should, of course. He should, but- he is tired. He is tired, and it is difficult.]

Arum is Admitting Things, tonight. To himself, at least. He's been VERY high strung about the whole duel setup, but Rilla, just Rilla, is a comforting presence, and she is actively trying to be comforting, as well. and it's... it is working on Arum, at least a little bit. He wants to be able to just... slow down, for a moment. He wants to be able to sit here and worry about Sir Damien without needing to hold himself ramrod-stiff, he wants to have a cup of tea and let his shoulders relax for five seconds. being so stressed out is exhausting, and the lizard is exhausted.

[And... Sir Damien is safe, sleeping just one room over.]

And Damien is safe. Which, Arum didn't realize that Damien's health and safety would be such an acute dilemma today, but! here we are. The tension-relief of hearing that Damien was hurt and then getting to see that he's been treated and tended to was a major factor in forcing Arum to just, like, take a breath.

And, importantly, all of this combines to let Arum lower his guard, just the smallest bit.

["You may... you may speak," he says gently. "If you'd like.]

He matches her tone, and he matches her pacing.

[I am certainly not going to stop you."]

tho he still absolutely does that Arum Thing where he needs to make it her decision and not something that he desires. He can't be so vulnerable as to say I would like some conversation, if only to distract myself. It has to be this, instead. Rilla, luckily, is clever and paying attention, and she's already kinda getting a lock on how Arum works.

[Amaryllis smiles through the steam, nods, and takes another sip.]

She is also extremely merciful. all bow before the merciful doctor. She still lets it sit, for a second. She doesn't launch right in, she doesn't point out how silly it is for him to frame it in a "i'm not going to stop you" context, she just... acknowledges him, and holds the moment. She'll speak when she has something she wants to say. And Arum will listen.

#asks #kyrfiore #elle's fanfic meta #still need your teeth around my organs

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andiwanderer · 4 years

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New Kid

Tony Stark x daughter!Reader

Overview: Frustrated by how Tony was treating the new kid, you felt like an outcast. After the outburst of your father, you finally told him your decision. Because no matter how hard you try to gain his attention, his sole focus was directed to this new kid, named Peter. Maybe parting ways from your father can finally make him notice you. a/n: i'm sorry for the poor written summary! please bear with me! XD

Warnings: Angst, Language, Fluff

MASTERLIST

a/n: my first fanfic post, please, pleeeassseee! bear with me✨

"Parker!"

"Hey Parker, look at this."

"That kid is doing his job. I commend that. And also he's my intern, so get yours."

"He said his name was quote on quote "Spiderman". You got that, Rhodey?"

"D'you think? You know you have a potential Pete,"

"That spiderling?"

"Peter, just contact Happy on that one, I'm on my way."

"Mr. Parker, the Avengers just wanted your safety. Courtesy of me, of course."

"Mr. Parker, Mr. Stark ask your presence in his office."

Y/N had enough. It was like 4 in the morning and she hasn't got her proper sleep. She reached for her pillow and pushed it to cover her entire face along with her ear. Now, silently hoping she can finally sleep.

She really had enough not just because of exhaustion. But because of the 'New Kid' from Queens, Peter Parker.

She can't have a full day without hearing that kid's name uttered by her father, Tony.

Not that she was jealous of him but she's getting there. She used to be her father's apple of the eye. She used to have that same praises and care from Stark, then this Sokovia Accords began to ruin it.

Y/N knew what's right from wrong, Tony taught her that. And being controlled by the government, it was as though not having the freedom to have your own insights expressed. You can't do that because you're their personal puppet, the only thing that is right for them is their own judgment.

So she joined the Captain's team and learned the knowledge that Barnes wasn't a killer and he was controlled by HYDRA, the organization that they've been chasing, and it was not him who killed the T'challa's father, T'chaka. He was framed.

The encounter in Germany happened, there entered the new mighty intern of Stark, Peter Benjamin Parker also known as Spiderman.

They seemed pretty close for her liking and from that moment on she knew something is about to change.

They went back to the compound after what happened, finally having a truce. Understanding each side, well a majority of them, but there are two certain people who are still not on speaking terms.

Here's the thing, Y/N, and Tony fought regarding the accords before parting ways. And both of them seemed to heightened their pride and refuse to apologize to each other. They still think that their own opinion is better than the other.

Living in one compound doesn't help, it's difficult to not cross paths when wandering around. The only advantage of this was finally they're having small talks.

"Mr. Stark, I just went to grab my bag."

"You go ahead on the lab, I'll just..." Tony's voice trailed off as they walk towards their destination.

Y/N's eyes peeled open. Why can I still hear their voices in my sleep?

She knows drowsiness already left her and this will take a toll on her later on.

Now that she's awake, might as well start her day. With that, she sat up and stretched her arms out with a yawn. Grabbed her phone and hoodie before making her way into the kitchen.

When she got there the lights turned on, it was motion-sensored. "Good morning, Ms. Stark."

"What's good in the morning," she murmured as she open the cupboard and reaches what she needed. "The sun hasn't even peaked yet."

"Woke up on the wrong side of the bed, miss?"

"More like woke by an annoying voice."

"I apologize for that, it seemed that I was the one who is guilty-"

"Geez FRIDAY, I was only kidding. Can't take a joke?"

"Your voice was monotone, it was hard to tell."

"Not a morning person..." she sat on one of the stools and continued stirring her cup of milk as she entertained herself by scrolling onto her phone.

"You're up too early." Bucky's voice filled the room slightly startling the lone girl in the kitchen. He removed himself from leaning against the frame of the doorway. Making his way to Y/N, he sat beside her.

Glancing up from her phone she met his gaze, "I could ask you the same question."

"Don't smart ass me, doll." he gave her a stern look. "I got back from the bathroom and you weren't on the bed."

That made Y/N's voice back down and instantly felt guilty. It's dawn and she's giving her man an early headache to nurse for the entire day.

So she wrapped her arm around his waist, hugging him, nuzzling her face on his chest. She felt him responding to the embrace, hugging her fragile body against him tighter.

"I'm sorry..." she mumbled through his chest.

He kissed the crown of her head while caressing the back of her head, "I'm sorry too. I was just worried... I thought you were gone."

"That won't happen. I'm a pain in your ass remember, it's not easy to get rid of me." she chuckled, taking in his warmth.

"Is there a problem? Did you have a nightmare, Hmm? You can tell me everything, I'll listen."

Bucky knew about her struggle seeing the two, namely the man of iron and the kid with the sticky web, having a bond like father and son. Every day he sees the look in her eyes, that hostile look that she gives the kid. If staring is deadly, Peter would've been cold meat. So this topic isn't new to him. And every day it reaches a different level.

"Not really..." she pulled herself from the hug, grab his hand into hers, and intertwined them. "Is it I or Peter and my father are so close right now, even mom can't break the two apart. If I didn't know them I might've assumed they're connected by blood."

"In my perspective, I don't really pay much attention to anyone except you."

His statement brought a smile to her face. "You're crazy."

Bucky leaned in until his lips are ghosting into hers, "Only crazy for you." leaving a peck on Y/N's slightly parted lips that made her cheeks burn. She lightly shook her head on his lame comebacks and partly to somehow ease her flustered face.

"But seriously, Buck. I-" she inhaled and exhaled a deep breath. Her next words came out as a whisper, "I'm jealous...I'll admit. I am now..." she finished her drink and went to the sink washing the things she used, Bucky still eyeing her waiting for her next words. "There's not much to tell, Peter was the son he never had. He was always enthusiastic about it when he talks to mom," pertaining to Pepper "I can't blame him..." when she was done, she turned, her hips leaning against the sink. "I don't want to think about it but I don't know, Buck. Sometimes I just want to d-"

"Disappear, disperse, die?" her head whipped to where the voice came from. Tony walked into the room, screwdriver in hand.

He was headed to his workspace when he heard her daughter talking, her voice was serious so he got curious and got sidetracked.

Tony's eyes shift from Y/N to Bucky, confusion was etched on his face. He can't read either of their expression so he made his own conclusion. "You're thinking about killing yourself?"

Y/N's eyes widened in shock at his statement. I was going to say disappear. Which also has the same meaning by the way. She was about to interject when Tony immediately cut her off, not wanting her to say anything. "Is that it?" He arched a brow at her, he was starting to get pissed. "Aren't you even grateful you're alive? Many people die every single day. It wasn't their choice, hell they'll do anything they can to be alive. And here you are having the opportunity to live thinking how to end your life? Why did that thing even cross your mind."

Bucky sensed Y/N's tense composure as her hand began to fidget her shirt in habit when she's nervous or scared, Bucky noticed it but Tony didn't, so he got between the two. "Tony..."

"Shut your mouth, metal man. We're in a conversation as you can see. Can you please-" the guy waved his hand dismissively, gesturing him to vanish, then turned to Y/N.

He pointed the screwdriver at her, "What happened to your smart mouth, young lady, did that also died?" firmness laced his voice, she can't even decipher if that man was still the father she grew up to. It was like this moment, he became a cold jerk father to her.

Not wanting to deal with his shit, she grabbed her phone at the counter, and without saying anything she walked out.

How did he even think I want to die? I had only said 'D-'! How that does make any sense. I can say dance or whatever d-verb I can apply to my sentence!

Almost stumble to the new arrival, Peter Parker. She scoffed and rolled her eyes at him before making a beeline to her room.

As to Bucky, he just stared at Stark who shook his head as he brought his free hand up to massage his temple.

Peter shot a question, "Mr. Stark, Mr. Barnes, what just happened?"

It was Barnes' turn to shake his head with amusement because of the two. Before Tony could utter a word, Bucky left and followed Y/N to her room.

***

"What the hell was that?" he angrily spat at Y/N as he left his suit.

"Tony-"

"Rogers this is between us so get lost."

Steve looked in Y/N's direction whose eyes were glued on the floor. He wants to get between them because there has been a misunderstanding and Tony had been declining to listen to the captain ever since the time they finished the mission. Turning off his earpiece and blasting off defeating them on getting to the compound first. He didn't want to be rude, Tony was right and he didn't want to meddle with them, afraid that he might get the topic even worse. But if anything goes wrong he'll step in no matter what. So he ushered the team to leave and go to the med bay to have their wounds treated.

"That doesn't mean it excludes you, Barnes."

That made Y/N lift her gaze, meeting his steel-blue eyes that were full of concern and love. She gently nodded at him, giving him the idea that she can handle it and Bucky did what she silently asked.

Tony paced around the room. "You are well aware of what you just did, correct? And you know that it was gonna put you in danger!"

I was just trying to save you. She wanted to say those words to him but witnessing how riled up he is right now, made her heart race. Yes, she's afraid of him whenever he's angry that's why she never gave him a reason to be angry at her. The first was with the accords, and the list might continue because of this.

"What were you even thinking! It doesn't mean that now you're a shield agent, you should put yourself on death's door! Or just because you're fulfilling your task of getting yourself killed. You're taking every mission as an opportunity!"

It's not like that... Tears are now falling freely on her face.

"I will talk to Fury about this. And Y/N," his eyes were cold when she gained the courage to look at him, "you're out of the team. Sooner or later SHEILD will kick you out too. Believe it or not, this is for your own good."

She stared at him in disbelief. This was her entire life, he can't take that away from her, for the first time she had the urge to argue but her father cut her before she can speak.

"If only you're as obedient as Parker this wouldn't happen."

That made her heartbreak into many pieces. It was like hearing her own father saying that if only Peter was his son.

Y/N eyes were now red and puffy. Cheeks and nose flustered because of her crying. The tears are making their way down her cheeks uncontrollably and seemed that it's not stopping any time soon. Biting her lips to stop the whimper from being heard. She averted her gaze to the ceiling to somehow stop the flow of her tears.

That's why she didn't see the reaction of her father upon seeing her in her state at the moment. Guilt was already eating him.

Assuming that their conversation was over, she turned her heel and took her to leave with low shoulders. Even though she wanted to be angry at him because of his statement, she can't. Tony Stark raised her well and disrespecting isn't one of those.

"I--" suddenly his voice died. Was really apologizing for that hard?--

"I'm leaving..." She said with a tiny voice.

What?

Y/N swallowed the lump on her throat before saying, "I'm going to fix my things, maybe I should give you some space. I don't like s-seeing you angry. I will join Bucky on their trip to Wakanda. This might give you some peace of mind. And don't worry, I won't kill myself, I'll let a natural death fall on me."

She waited for him to respond or anything but when he didn't she ran towards her room with only one thing in mind, He didn't even try to stop me.

Bruce who was headed to the med bay heard a little of their conversation--he didn't mean to eavesdrop--he approached Tony. "Was that really necessary?"

Tony who felt guilty answered, "She was having suicidal thoughts, what was I supposed to do!"

"Understand her! What the hell, Stark! You only made it worse!"

***

"What the--what are you doing here?" Y/N eyes widen when he saw her father who has the same expression as hers, and a red floating cape behind him.

"I'm the one who should ask you that, missy." he frowns at her. "It's dangerous here! How did you ev--you should've stayed at your house. You could have get yourself in danger!--you know what screw this--" Tony snarls at her clearly he cared for her well-being, however, Y/N didn't acknowledge it instead took it negatively.

"I can handle myself just fine, Stark." she rolled her eyes at him.

"Oh, so it's Stark now. I didn't teach you how to disrespect, young-"

That's when Peter came swinging in and landed beside Tony. Y/N's eyes narrowed at their suit, how can she not recognize it. It's nanotech just like hers, and it was originally her idea by the way. Formulated when she was 12 years old, being fascinated by technology and all that stuff.

She felt insecure because of Peter... She was the daughter she didn't even know if creating a suit like that for her crossed her father's mind. She made her own damn suit, okay.

"I thought you were a spiderman, so why do you always follow him like a good little soldier? What are you a cat who's having fun and chasing his tail?"

"Y/N, mouth."

Peter became tense but quickly composed himself, ignoring Y/N's sarcastic statement, "Miss Y/N, I want to apologize-"

"Apologize? For what?"

Tony is sure, she can be stubborn as him. She's his daughter after all.

When the kid didn't reply she huffs, "See you don't even know what you're apologizing for. So if I were you just step back, I'm had to get Dr. Strange from that two-foot Squidward."

Squidward, huh. He can't help but remember what he had called the alien-like antagonist that they had been chasing. Turns out they gave him the same nickname. That's my daughter.

"Wait, you know his name?" Tony questioned, pertaining to the magician.

"Long story, years passed, things changed, many things happen but--whatever."

"We have a plan actually..." peter said meekly, completely intimidated by Y/N. He thought that Stark's definition of her was all too good to be true, cause he can prove it's all the opposite but maybe he just met her at the wrong place at the wrong time.

"Oh yeah?" she arched a brow at them as she cocked her head at the side. "What is it?"

***

"I want to protect the stone."

"And I want you to thank me, now. Go ahead I'm listening."

"For what? Nearly blasting me to space?"

"Who just saved your magical ass?--Me."

"I seriously don't know how you fit your head into that helmet." Y/N bit her lower lip to prevent her chuckle from erupting. Cause Strange said was so true.

"-flying donut, billions and miles from Earth with no backup."

"I'm back up." Peter raised his hand.

"No, you're still away. The adults are talking"

"I'm sorry, I-I'm confused about the relationship here. What is he your ward?"

"No-"

"Stark's son," Y/N interject. She's bitter alright.

Strange lift his gaze from where she was sitting on the ceiling. Looking confused, "Your looks don't resemble."

"Exactly! cause I don't have a brother and I am nobody's daughter." her feet swaying back and forth as she answers and it echoes all around the ship.

"Please don't mind her that's not true. I'm Peter by the way."

"Dr. Strange."

"Oh you're using made-up names, I'm Spiderman then."

"Y/N can you please go down, you might get yourself hurt up there." Tony pleads.

"You said you two can handle it. I'll just stay here thank you for the concern, but no thank you."

She watches them on her spot, not really paying attention to what they're saying but she senses Strange and Stark's topic was serious.

Y/N was acting like a slightly drunk lady, that's what the others' observations were, but she wasn't. She's just sleepy and she acts cranky when she does. And she's missing her guy who at the moment might be pissed at her because of her sudden disappearance. Oh, Bucky... I could use a hug...

After their conversation, Tony approached Peter, and like what the highest person does to proclaim a knight, he does it with Peter along with the lines of 'You're an Avenger now.'

Letting the guy recover from his shock she calls him, the kid met her gaze. "I hold no grudge, really."

Parker was having second thoughts on her statement either it was a half-hearted claim or not, regardless he answered. "Thanks." giving her a shy smile and Y/N returning a tight-lipped smile.

***

"Mr. Stark, I don't want to go.. I don't want to."

Y/N stared at them as she sit on the ground, tired and weary. She doesn't need to ask them what it felt to disappear, she herself can feel it inside of her. That weird feeling seemed hard to explain.

Witnessing this moment in front of her shattered the little part of her heart left. That should be her in his father's arms, that should be her having that last moment with him before she disappear-but no. It's always Peter.

At that moment she felt numb, as a lone tear made its way down her cheek. She never thought that she'll welcome death open arms. Y/N is done, she knew that.

"Sorry..." was the last word Peter uttered before he turned into dust.

Good riddance.

The older Stark can't still register what happened so when he turned his head, his eyes looking for a certain someone. He was filled with dread when he didn't found her.

"Y/N?"

"He did it." Nebula stated pertaining to Thanos that his plan on wiping half of the planet has begun.

Now that it was all sinking into him, he can't help but blame himself for not doing his job in stopping that grape titan, and maybe if he wasn't an asshole enough to his daughter, maybe he still has her in his arms like when she was still a baby. He was a complete dick towards her. It was all coming back to him, all the times they had been together.

It broke his heart when he watched her ran to her room that day. He can't speak because his pride was fighting off his conscience. He didn't want to see her cry, and the idea that it was his fault for making her leave dreaded him. He tried to follow her to Wakanda but he was afraid she might ignore her, afraid of the instances that might happen if he does one wrong move. Bucky, Steve, Sam, and Natasha were his only contact on asking how Y/N has been and their answers were always the same.

Peter and Y/N were almost alike, maybe that's the reason why in doing so his relationship with her drifted.

If only he'd stopped Y/N from leaving maybe this wouldn't have happened. If only he didn't sign the accords maybe things didn't change the way they were...

If only...

a/n: i'm really sorry for the crappy plot..

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Chance at Love

Chance at Love Chapter 8 - Rashad x Greysen(OC)

Synopsis: Greysen James is an attorney that had to do everything on her own. After years of hard work, she finally made it. She didn’t take time for herself let alone time to date. One fateful day, on her way to her best friend’s wedding in a small Mediterranean country called Cordonia, that all changed.

Some notes: This is sort of an AU. It would take place at the beginning of Book 3 when Liam x Anitah (MC) are engaged. Anitah will often call her Greys (pronounced like Grace). I have never written fanfic or anything outside of school/work documents, so please be gentle.

Warnings: Implied smut and implied NSFW. So if you’re under 18, please look away. I don’t want messages from your mommy and daddy.

Word Count: 1,632

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The wedding goes off without a hitch. Anitah is the picture perfect bride, and Greysen couldn't be happier for her best friend. After she helps load Anitah and her dress into the carriage, the bride and groom leave the cathedral. Rashad pulls her into a waiting limo. Alicia, Pam, Drake and Leo are already inside the vehicle along with another couple she hasn't met yet.

Leo makes the necessary introductions, “Greysie meet Maxwell and his wife Stephanie, Max and Steph, meet Greysie, Anitah’s best friend.”

Maxwell is bouncing in his seat like a little kid on his way to the zoo, “Aw yeah! This is going to be Beaumont Wedding Bash 2K18!”

Greysen turns to Rashad confused. He and Stephanie both just shake their heads. She giggles understanding she will likely learn what this means later tonight.

Leo rubs his hands together and says, “Let the party begin, ladies and gents!”

He pulls out four bottles of champagne from the limo fridge and hands one to each of the men. They pop the corks and fill the ladies’ glasses. The group clinks their glasses and downs their drinks.

They are arrive at the palace and make their way into the ballroom. It is beautifully decorated in wine and navy colors to match the men’s tuxedos and the ladies’ mermaid style dresses. The navy blue three tier cake with deep red flowers and gold accents sits on a table in the middle of the room.

They take their seats at the head table as dinner service starts. More drinks are poured and Greysen clinks her glass with her fork, winking at Anitah as Liam leans in to kiss her.

Maxwell’s eyes widen and he says, “Ooh, let's play a drinking game! Every time someone clinks their glass for them to kiss, we all take a drink!”

Drake groans and Pam sympathetically pats his hand. Rashad raises his glass and drinks in acknowledgment. Greysen does the same, understanding that Beaumont Wedding Bash 2K18 has just begun.

Alicia nods her head and says, “This sounds like a horrible idea, let's do it!”

Leo just smiles. The last time Greysen saw that smile, she paid the price with the worst hangover the next day. The next thing she knows, Maxwell has clinked his glass 4 times in a matter of minutes before Drake rips the fork out of his hand.

Maxwell whines, “Awww come on, Drake!” As he reaches for his spoon. Drake quickly yanks that out of his hand and removes any silverware within Maxwell’s reach.

Stephanie giggles, “You know that'll just motivate him more, Drake.”

All of a sudden the group hears someone tapping on a microphone, “Ladies and gentlemen of the court, please join me in clinking your glasses so the royal couple can kissssss!”

The group breaks out in laughter as people start tapping their glasses. Anitah and Liam share a deep kiss, smiling at each other as they pull apart.

It's time to cut the cake, the happy couple cuts their slice of cake and Liam puts the fork gently into Anitah’s mouth. Greysen’s eyes widen when she sees the mischievous look on her friend’s face. Anitah takes a handful of cake and smashes it all over her unsuspecting husband’s face.

Liam laughs, “Oh, so you want to play, huh?” He grabs his own handful and smears cake on her face. She's completely surprised at his retaliation and starts throwing cake at him. Liam picks up a napkin to shield himself from the flying dessert as he returns fire.

Bastien walks towards the king, unsure if he needs to step in. He thinks about it before walking back towards the door resuming his post. Stephanie has to maintain a tight grip on Maxwell's suit jacket to keep him from jumping into the fray.

Regina is so shocked at her step-son’s antics, “Liam! Anitah! Show some decorum!”

As she continues to clutch her chest, both of them are doubled over with laughter completely covered in cake. Their white clothing streaked with blue and gold frosting. They quickly excuse themselves to clean up.

Drake and Pam head to the bar and Alicia and Leo slip out of the ballroom. Rashad takes her hand and leads her onto the dance floor. He holds her close and she rests her head on his shoulder. He leans down and places a soft sweet kiss on her lips. She smiles at him. What did she do to deserve this man?

As they're dancing, she notices Madeleine and Kiara shooting daggers in her direction. She gives Madeleine a wicked grin and a wink, pulling Rashad down into a passionate kiss that he eagerly returns.

After what seemed like forever, Anitah and Liam finally return to the ballroom looking flushed and giggly, their hair a mess. Leo and Alicia slip back into the ballroom shortly after, both looking just as giggly adjusting their disheveled clothes.

The emcee announces that its time for the bouquet and garter toss. The ladies line up, Greysen, Pam and Stephanie are standing to the side of the crowd not participating in this particular tradition. At the front is Kiara, Penelope, Madeleine and Alicia. Anitah turns around so her back is facing the crowd and throws the bouquet into the air. Alicia trips Penelope and pushes Kiara out of the way so she and Madeleine are the only two battling for the flowers.

“Over my dead body, Maddie!” Alicia screams as she elbows her right in the face and triumphantly catches the bouquet.

Leo watches proudly as his girlfriend takes down the three noble ladies until he realizes she's holding the bouquet in her hand. He swallows hard and pulls at his collar with his finger.

Liam takes his place in front of the single men and turns around launching the garter behind him. All of the men, except for an unknowing Leo, take three steps out of the way and the lacy garter lands directly on Leo’s boutineer. Liam turns around and bursts into laughter, “Bullseye, brother!”

Leo stands in the middle of the dancefloor completely dumbfounded at what just happened. Drake walks over and claps him on the shoulder.

“Looks like you're next buddy!” Drake chuckles as he makes his way back to his wife.

The party goes late into the evening, drinks flowing non-stop. The men go to the bar leaving the ladies together. Greysen hears someone clearing their throat behind her. The ladies turn and see Madeleine. Pam immediately rolls her eyes and crosses her arms.

“A true queen would never act so barbaric during a special wedding tradition. The cake cutting is symbolic between husband and wife”, Madeleine says with an evil smirk.

Greysen smiles at her, “Maddie, why are you such a bitch? Do you really think you're that much better than everyone? Even though you've been turned down by the three most eligible men in your own country, to fun American women.”

Madeleine looks affronted and is about to retort when the men return from the bar. Rashad wraps his arm around Greysen’s waist.

“Countess Madeleine, I recall telling you to leave my girlfriend alone. It seems that was unnecessary since she had no problem putting you in your place”, Rashad says with a chuckle, “I believe Lord Neville is still looking for a marriage prospect. You two would be quite the pair. Now, please excuse us.”

He quickly leads Greysen away from the group and out of the ballroom. Once they're down an empty hallway, he pins her up against a wall and captures her mouth in a heated kiss. She grabs the front of his shirt to keep him from pulling away.

“Rashad”, Greysen moans breathlessly as he kisses her neck.

He responds a low tone, “Tell me what you want, Greys.”

“You, I want you.” She pulls him into another kiss.

Just then Pam and Drake enter the same hallway, Pam pinning Drake against the wall.

“You like that, Walker?” Pam purrs.

Drake notices they aren't alone and tries to grasp his wife’s roaming hands, “Pam, stop. We aren't alone. PAM!”

She opens a door and quickly pulls Drake into the room. Rashad groans, resting his forehead against hers. Greysen giggles at his frustration, “Come on lover boy, we can't leave until Anitah and Liam leave for their honeymoon anyway.”

“I can't wait to get to New York so we can have privacy. Being here is like living with your horny brothers that always have their even hornier girlfriends over”, he grumbles as Greysen continues to laugh.

“Don't worry, baby, I'll make up for it later” she whispers in his ear, pulling him in for one last kiss. He growls before he melts into the kiss.

At the end of the night, the crowd of people thin out. Maxwell is the still dancing and Stephanie has her head laying on the table.

Alicia and Leo have disappeared again. Pam and Drake were just making their way back into the ballroom. Anitah runs up to Greysen and pulls her into a big hug.

“Thank you for being here, Greys. This past month has been amazing!”

“Aw, Nita, thank you for asking me to come. I missed you!”

Anitah releases her and turns to Rashad, pulling him into a hug, “Take care of her please. She means the world to me.”

Rashad smiles at her and kisses her cheek, “I will, I promise. She is my world.”

Anitah and Liam bid everyone a final farewell as they head to the airport to leave for their honeymoon. Rashad puts his arm around Greysen’s shoulders and starts walking back into the palace.

“Now… I believe you made me a promise” he smirks at her.

“I believe I did”, she giggles as they make their way back to her room.

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