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letomills · 3 months

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A set of 23 geneticized & townified skins, including defaults for S1-S2-S3-S4 and the alien skin (choose between 2 alien options). Also, multiple sets of showerproof versions of these 23 skins, for those of you who are interested in custom body shapes.

This set is an evolution of this skin palette & its accompanying showerproof versions. I reused the old files, meaning that you can switch from the old palette to the new very easily (don't try to combine them though - see details under the cut).

Credit for the original skin textures goes to @whysim, @h0nkytonkangels, Nat / @theboldandthebeautifulsims, @pooklet and Tea Leaf, thank you so much to them!

First, let's talk about the regular set for Maxis shapes, then we'll get to the showerproof sets for custom body shapes.

1. The regular set

The palette contains 22 natural shades including S1, S2, S3 & S4 defaults + 2 options for the alien default (choose one). Skins 1-22 are geneticized and townified, the alien skins are townified. If you don't want all 23 skins, you can absolutely pick and choose, the genetic spectrum won't be disrupted.

Download skins: SFS / Mega

original 1 - original 2 - original 3

original 4 - original 5 - original 6

original 7 - original 8 - original 9

original 10 - original 11 - original 12

original 13 - original 14 - original 15

original 16 - original 17 - original 18

original 19 - original 20 - original 21

original 22 - original 23 h0nky - original 23 TeaLeaf

I edited some of the original textures so that: • everyone TU-EU has the appropriate fat, normal and fit states (for the alien textures to show up as they should, please use Argon's alien and zombie fitness fix) • all elders have wrinkles, except on TeaLeaf's Stargazer (I used @simnopke's subtle wrinkles) • all toddlers have the cute toddler teeth and babies have no teeth, • teeth from Nat's, Pooklet's and Tea Leaf's skins were replaced either with ones from the Whysim skins or the ones used on @serabiet's Those Darn Skins, just because they're less bright and I like that better.

I also fixed the toes on the Whysim37 skins and edited some boobs ↓

The number at the end of every file name (e.g. 0.05, 0.08, 0.1...) gives you the genetic value of that skin. To learn more about skin genetics, see Rikkulidea's tutorial.

💞 To the people who were using the old palette and want to switch to this one: all you need to do is delete the old skins from your downloads folder and replace them with the new ones (don't forget to delete the alien default you don't want). The new skins are on the same files as the old ones (although they haven't all kept the same number), except for skin #11 which is new. This means that after you make the switch, your sims who had skins from the old palette will update without you having to do anything with their genetics in simPE. And if you change your mind after having a look at your sims with the new palette, you can always switch back to the old one. The same files being reused also means that you can't use skins from the new palette alongside skins from the old, as they will conflict. The only exception is new skin #11, which is on a new file and can therefore be used alongside the old palette without issue. All of that also applies to the showerproof skins.

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2. The showerpoof skins

What are showerproof skins? They are skins linked to a custom body shape (or body shapes). When you give a showerproof skin to a sim, that sim will have the body shape that the skin is linked to when they are nude (taking a bath, streaking, doing ACR stuff, etc.). Showerproof skins have no effect whatsoever on clothing, because clothes use their own meshes.

These showerproof skins are for: • Melodie9 fat family • Momma Lisa F / Melodie9 Fat M • Androgyny F / Lifa's Trans M • Trans Melodie9 Fat M / Trans Momma Lisa • Dummy Thicc • MartaXL edit • Athletic Girl / Lean Body Builder

They are repo'd to the regular skins above: you need the regular set for the showerproof sets to work. Like the regular set, they're geneticized, except for the alien ones. You'll have to choose if you want them to be townified or not (townified skins can appear on new townies and NPCs that spawn, non-townified skins cannot).

The required meshes are included, don't forget to choose between blockfeet/sexyfeet/Marvine feet and Maxis hands/smooth hands. If you're missing meshes, the affected sims will appear as floating heads or will be missing half their bodies when naked (it won't break your game in any way, it's just definitely not the intended result).

❥ Melodie9 Fat Family (M9Fat)

TM/TF/AF/EF are linked to Melodie9 fat TM/TF/AF/EF, AM & EM are both linked to Melodie9 fat AM. Children and younger are Maxis.

Download Melodie9 fat family: SFS / Mega

❥ Momma Lisa - Melodie9 Fat Male (ML-MFM)

AF & EF are linked to Momma Lisa, AM & EM are linked to Melodie9 Fat AM, TF/TM are linked to Melodie9 Fat TF/TM.

Download ML-MFM: SFS / Mega

Note on the included meshes: the original nude fat family meshes are from Melodie9's MTS, but turns out those are, well, not how top and bottom meshes are supposed to be: all of them are full-body, doubling the polycounts unnecessarily (I somehow only realized that today). So that's fixed now, and I took the opportunity to add preg morphs to the teen meshes.

❥ Androgyny AF-EF - Lifa's Trans AEM (AndroF-AMTr)

AF/EF are linked to Androgyny AF/EF, AM & EM are linked to Lifa / @withlovefromsimtown's Trans Male. Teens and younger are Maxis.

Download AndroF-AMTr: SFS / Mega

✨Alternative set: if you want teens to have trans shapes too (choose either the "AndroF-AMTr" set above or the "AndroUF-UMTr" set below) ↓

❥ Androgyny TF-AF-EF - Lifa's Trans TM-AEM (AndroUF-UMTr)

TF/AF/EF are linked to Androgyny TF/AF/EF. TM, AM & EM are linked to Lifa / @withlovefromsimtown's trans male shapes. Children and younger are Maxis.

Download AndroUF-UMTr: SFS / Mega

❥ Trans Momma Lisa - Trans Melodie9 Fat Male (TrML-TrMFM)

AF & EF are linked to @kaluxsims's Trans Melodie9 fat Male, AM & EM are linked to her Trans Momma Lisa. Teens are Melodie9 Fat TF/TM.

Download TrML-TrMFM: SFS / Mega

Note on the included meshes: you'll see that they're available in 3 versions (choose one - previews are included). The "Leto edit" blockfeet & sexyfeet versions better match all the underwear and swimwear that I've shared for these body shapes (especially in the case of TrML).

❥ Dummy Thicc (DT)

AF & EF linked to @digisims2's Dummy Thicc, TF linked to my Dummy Thicc TF. All others are Maxis.

Download Dummy Thicc: SFS / Mega

❥ MartaXL

AF & EF linked to @brattylulu's MartaXL, TF linked to Melodie9's fat TF. All others are Maxis.

Download MartaXL: SFS / Mega

✨ Alternative set: if you'd rather have M sims linked to Melodie9 fat male (choose either the "MartaXL" set above or the "MartaXL-MFM" set below) ↓

❥ MartaXL - Melodie9 fat male (MartaXL-MFM)

AF & EF linked to Brattylulu's MartaXL, TF/TM/AM-EM linked to Melodie9's fat TF/TM/AM. Children and younger are Maxis.

Download MartaXL-MFM: SFS / Mega

❥ Athletic Girl / Lean Body Builder (AG-LBB)

TF, AF & EF are linked to Marvine / @blueheavensims's Athletic Girl; TM, AM & EM are linked to Synapticsim / @blueheavensims's Lean Body Builder. Children and younger are Maxis.

Download AG-LBB: SFS / Mega

Note on the included meshes: you'll have to choose between 2 versions, either "HD" or "low poly" (previews are included). The HD meshes are the top and bottom meshes that BlueHeavenSims shared here, with a couple tweaks (smoothed normals on the forearms, fixed shoulders on the LBB fat morphs) - they have sexyfeet, smooth hands, 3D nipples and are high-poly (6,454 poly for full-body AG; 8,601 poly for full-body LBB). The low-poly meshes are top and bottom meshes I made based on Marvine's original AG and Synapticsim's original LBB v.2.0 (I added morphs with BlueHeavenSims's morphs as reference) - they have blockfeet, Maxis hands and are low-poly (1,960 for full-body AG; 2,186 poly for full-body LBB).

Further info

All of these skins are tooltipped, have their custom thumbnails and are sortindexed so that they will appear tidily set after set in your custom skins bin. If you use other skins though, there is a chance that those will appear jumbled up with mine if their sortindex numbers happen to clash. It's only an aesthetic issue but if it bothers you, see this tutorial by Kurimas on how to change the order in which clothes appear in the CAS catalogue (it works for skins and other bodyshop content too).

Why make the showerproof skins repo-only? 1. Repo'd files = smaller files. 2. If you don't like the textures that I picked for the regular set, you can replace them with your favorites in simPE if you know how to do that and all the repo'd files will follow suit. This way you can get all the showerproof skins to have the textures that you like with much less work than if you had to edit them one by one.

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cleopatra-x · 10 months

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Worth It (18+)

Pairing | Aemond Targaryen x female reader

Summary | Until your wedding night, Aemond never allowed himself have his way with you.

Warnings | SEXUAL CONTENT - DNI; exhibitionism, light ass play, degradation, light spanking

word count | 1.4k

Notes | Sorry for not posting, my power was out for a while. NOT proof read. Divider by @princessbellecerise

Aemond never allowed himself have his way with you.

He would often stop you, avoiding the act to not bring shame on his reputation and family. He was so righteous that it nearly blinded you with rage. You just wanted him inside of you, is that truly so much to ask for?

Though you would never admit it, you went so far as to grind yourself against multiple objects. You knew it was entirely improper for a noble woman like yourself to do such wanton things but everything about Aemond Targaryen turned you on. It was extremely frustrating.

Despite him constantly denying you, he was extremely good to you. He was understanding, and did everything for you.

Today was your wedding day, and it is time for celebration. Lords from all of the seven kingdoms gathered here today and enjoyed a grand feast. You knew it wouldn’t last long, your husband was not the type to enjoy big crowds. He nodded or hummed whenever someone approached to congratulate the two of you.

You subtly placed a hand on Aemon’s leg causing him to finally look at him. “How soon can we retire?” You whisper, keeping a neutral expression.

His eye roams over your face, trying to figure out what you’re thinking. “Just a few minutes, my love.” He squeezes your hand lovely- not understanding your intentions- before turning to conversate with his grandsire, Otto.

You huff childishly, and slipped your hand out of his. It was your wedding night, you felt that his attention should solely be on you

Though Aemond kept his composure, you could tell he was getting annoyed by your behavior. Maybe you were overreacting but you couldn’t allow yourself to care in the moment. He didn’t even dance with you.

He harshly gripped your forearm, out of eyesight, before grazing his lips against the shell of your ear. “Don’t be a brat, dear wife. Calm yourself.”

You rolled your eyes in response, yanking your arm out of his threating grip. “Make me.” You shrugged innocently, hoping he would finally get the idea.

His eye widened in realization, he was still visibly annoyed with the way you were acting.

He abruptly stood, pulling you up with you. The action caused the entire room to fall silent, “We will be retiring for the night, mother.” He spoke directly to Queen, ignoring the stares of your guest.

Without the Queens’ approval, he all but dragged you out of the hall.

Everyone cheered and congratulated you both as you walked through. All the men patting your husband on the back, saying lewd things about what’s to come. Aemond doesn’t entertain their jesting. Even though what you’re about to do is no secret, it is still quite embarrassing.

You were relieved that the Queen had deemed the traditional bedding ceremony an affront to the Seven. You feared having old men watch you lose your maidenhead.

The walk to your quarters was tense and silent, each with their own thoughts. You began to regret having an attitude, you didn’t want to ruin your wedding night after all. He was so patient and you were indeed being a brat.

“Aemond..” you wanted to apologize before entering your marital chambers.

“Quiet.” He commanded, the threat clear as day in his voice.

You knew you were a lot to handle at times, but you still cared about his feelings. Heavy guilt arose into you, hating yourself for being annoying. You swallowed audibly, deciding to ignore his order.

“I apologize for―,” your words fell short when your newly wed pushed you up along one of the walls. His solid front pressed against your back. Your chest rose and fell with noticeable breaths, the harsh action taking you by surprise.

You inhaled deeply feeling his warm breath tickle your cheek. “You were too busy being wanton to show respect to your husband?”

You simply nodded, deciding not to talk back. He was your husband now, you were to obey his every command. You felt oddly small with him towering behind you. You couldn’t help but find his size advantage over you to be quite exciting.

Thankfully, you hear the celebrations continue, so no one should be strolling these halls― but anyone could

If anyone were to pass in the hall and witness the two of you so close, you would surely be the topic of gossip for the whole year.

The shameful thought sends a jolt of pleasure down your spine, arousal trailing down your inner thighs.

“I’ve been far too lenient with you, little one.” As he spoke, you could feel his hardened cock against your backside, making your eyes widen. “Lift up your wedding dress, love.”

You nearly choked on your spit when he breathed out his last sentence. Sure, you’ve fantasied about him taking you in public, but you didn’t ever think it would become a reality.

“Aemond.. you can’t possibly―,”

A swat across your backside made you yelp, the sting forced you to press your thighs together in anticipation. Knowing what that meant, you raised your dress, the cool air burning your dripping core.

His large hand trailed down, reaching between your legs, suddenly cupping your cunt into his hand. The action made you arch, your nipples getting hard as they were pressed up against the stone-cold war.

Whining, you squirm your hips against his hand, seeking any friction, only to be rewarded with another slap, this time on your sopping cunt.

He traced up your slit to work your bud. When you gasped and tilted your head back, he took the advantage of the gesture and bit down on your neck. He kept rubbing your bud till it was engorged and sensitive beneath his gaze.

“I truly love your cunt.” He groans as he ruts against your backside, getting himself off. “You feel what you do to me?”

He slowly eased a finger into your cunt. You choked on a gasp, whimpering at the sudden sensation. Your body desperately clenched around him. Loud moans filled the empty halls.

He spanked you again, making you hiccup, “I said do you feel me.”

You nodded immediately, not daring to question him and possibly make him stop. “Yes, I feel you husband.”

Your stomach clenched, the pressure and pleasure of his fingers built in your core. You freed your breasts from your dress and sighed as the wind blew against your pebbled nipples.

“It feels so good, more, please.” You cry, the cold against your harden peaks becoming nearly painful. On cue, he increased his pace. Lewd wet sounds accented your moans. Your body felt as if it was on fire, your cunt deliciously full, the thickness of his fingers stretching you out, just the way you imagined.

“Maybe this was all you needed,” he groans, shoving his fingers deeper. “Something between your legs to shut you up.”

He gathered your slick with his other hand, dragging it up until it set on your puckered hole, circling the rim of it slowly, spreading the arousal, as his other fingers continue to assault your cunt.

The foreign sensations makes you whimper pathetically, and you push your hips towards him, seeking more.

Slowly, he pushes the tip of his thumb inside your arse. The stretch feels odd to begin, but you like it. You felt and heard him spit on your tight hole, emitting a loud moan from you.

“Aem..” you were half-mad with pleasure, each thrust making you feel like you were in heaven.

“You like having both of your holes filled, don’t you, dear wife.” He bites your earlobe, all of these sensations overpowering you.

“Oh gods― yes, I love being filled.” Beautiful white pleasure enveloped you. During your orgasm, your spine flexed, your nipples hardened, and your cunt spasmed around his fingers. A low cry warbles from your throat against the wall at the feeling.

Your vision turned dark as your blood rushes into your ears, losing control of your limbs. A flood of moisture flows from you, but you're not entirely aware of it because you're far too engrossed in your ecstasy.

You immediately snapped out of your haze at the sound of shoes pattering on the ground. Realizing and shame flooded your body, knowing what you and your newly wed did was morally wrong.

“I will be going to our marital chambers.” Your husband was also aware of the upcoming presence, “Come with me and I’ll fuck my seed into you, or you could get caught by whoever.”

You’ve never moved so very quickly, righting your dress and scrambling after him. Deciding to ignore your wetness gushing out of you.

You were finally receiving what you wanted all along.

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moonywritez6 · 4 months

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It's In The Way (Reupload)

Characters: Douma, Muzan, Karaku, Urogi

Reader: fem reader

Warning: harsh language, pet names, blood, fluff, NSFW mentions (Muzan, Douma), slight NSFW (Karaku)

Context: He notices a strand of hair behind the reader's ear to help her get it out of her face.

Wc: 4,751

A/n: Hello my sweets! Unfortunately, I got locked out of my old blog account, so I had to make a new one! So, chances of you having seen this before are high as it's on my old account! (I am so sad about it honestly). But I am going through all my old accounts posts and reuploading them here! I hope you can still enjoy my works!

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Muzan

You silently sat across from your boyfriend, watching as he focused solely on whatever he was working on this time in his lab. You never really said much, so Muzan never complained about you hovering over his shoulder whenever he worked on his projects. You lean forward, eyes scanning all the vials and strange potions that littered his desk. Muzan watched as your eyes sparkled with each item, your curiosity knowing no bounds. Muzan internally chuckles, loving your curious nature, finding it to be something you had managed to keep from when you lived as a human. “Y/n.” He watched as the sudden sound of his voice scared you, causing you to jump as you quickly moved away from his desk, thinking that maybe you had gotten too close.

"S-sorry, lord Muzan. Was I in the way?" You asked, giving him those pathetically sad eyes that drove him mad inside. He shook his head, giving the faintest of smiles, one that, if you weren't so observant due to your curious nature, you would have missed. "Not at all, my dear." He spoke in that rare calm voice that caused your body to relax as you gave him a tiny smile of your own, perking up in your seat as you awaited his following words. Muzan's finger twitched as he held one of his vials. He felt his entire body stiffen as he fought the urge to go and place his hand against your soft-looking cheek. With a slight cough, he cleared his throat, regaining his composure as he looked away from your form.

"I was going to ask if you could find a certain article for me in that book next to you." You looked to your left, seeing the old and worn-down book placed neatly on the desk. You hum, nodding as you carefully pick up the book, placing it in your lap like a newborn child. You knew that Muzan's work meant everything to him and that he had suffered and killed many to obtain it. "May I ask what information the article contains, Lord Muzan?" You questioned softly, not wishing to bother him with your voice. Muzan hummed, glancing over at you momentarily before mumbling what he needed. You quickly got to work as you flipped through the pages each time with a gentle touch, scared that you would damage the already old book in any way.

Muzan continued with his work, occasionally sparing you a tiny glance to see if you had found what he needed yet. When he looked at you, he saw the serious look on your face, eyes narrowed in concentration as curiosity practically poured from them with each piece of information consumed into your brain. After a moment, he stops what he is doing, seeing that you are too absorbed in the book to notice. He rests his elbow on the desk, his chin in his palm, as he silently watches his lover with piercing red eyes. 'Her eyes haven't changed.' He thought, recalling when he had first met you about fifty years ago.

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Muzan walked down a quiet stone path through the woods, the only light being that of the moon, which reflected off his pale skin. Muzan enjoyed the quiet and peaceful night, finding it relaxing as he was constantly under immense pressure due to the demon slayers continually chasing after him and ruining his plans. He clenches his jaw; a vein pops in his head just from the thought. Suddenly, he stops as a smell wafts through the air, causing what little noise in the woods to stop, leaving him completely silent. He sniffs the air, a hum leaving his lips as he walks again, this time towards the smell.

The closer he got, the stronger the smell became. "Ah, I was wondering where the smell was coming from." He mumbled, standing before a pair of stone steps that he assumed would lead to an abandoned temple. "So it was you." His red eyes flashed to a girl slumped over on the bottom of the steps. He stood in front of her with an unamused look as he went and kicked her with his shoe, watching as she flinched slightly. "Oh? Still alive?" His tone held slight amusement as he watched the girl squirm, slowly lifting her head, eyes locking with his. He could see the dark circles under her eyes, her skin looking pale. The girl said nothing as she stared up at him, allowing her middle section to be exposed. "Ah, there it is." He hummed eyes, taking in the blood-stained fabric of your kimono.

"How pathetic for you to die in the woods by yourself." He taunted while crouching in front of the girl who remained silent. "You pathetic thing….you must be so unloved if this is how they left you." He watched as the girl flinched when he pressed his fingers into the wound, tears forming in her eyes. Muzan felt joy fill his body as he continued to mess with the injury. "Tell me…do you want to be useful for once and become my meal?" He tilted his head, looking at the girl unimpressed as he licked his finger, tasting her blood. A Shiver ran through his body at the taste, wanting to hurry and quell his dying hunger. The girl just looked at him, eyes shining with curiosity.

"Are you…not human?" She finally whispered, her voice soft and kind. It was like she didn't want to disrupt the peace of the night. Muzan looked at the girl, grabbing her roughly by the chin as he examined her. "Do I look human to you? Tell me you're not that stupid." He scoffed, brows furrowed. The girl just looked at him with an apologetic smile gracing her lips as she went and coughed harshly, blood splattering on Muzan's hand and sleeve due to his remaining grip on her. "Forgive me… I've just never met someone like you, sir…" She coughed, trying to bring a hand to her lips to wipe away the blood. Muzan stops her as he swipes the blood with his thumb, bringing it to his lips.

The girl smiles up at him, her vision appearing to get blurry. "If my death helps a creature like you survive, I don't mind… I'm curious…are there more like you?" Muzan just stared at the girl, watching and listening as she slowly asked questions about him and others like him. Her eyes, which were once void of any emotion and practically life, now lit up and oozed with curiosity. "How annoying." He sighed before standing up to look around the area. The girl stared up at him before a gentle smile graced her face as she looked up at him, blood staining her mouth, eyes beaming with curiosity. "I'm sure you're in a hurry, sir, so that I won't keep you anymore…please do as you will." You spoke with complete honesty. Muzan stared at you with an annoyed look as he watched her eyes start to close. He reached out for her, ready to consume her flesh and blood, but stopped hand flinching when he heard her last words. "You have beautiful eyes…"

After that, Muzan injected his blood into the girl waiting in the shadows to see if she would become a demon. When it worked, he appeared in front of her, watching as she looked up with, to his surprise, those same curious eyes that he found burning his soul. She looked at him before a small smile crossed her face as she kneeled before him. "Lord Muzan." She greeted. Muzan momentarily looked down at her form before turning on his heel to walk ahead. "From now on, you will be by my side. Do I make myself clear?" He mumbled with his usual tone. The girl just followed behind him in silence.

"Y/n… that's your name."

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Muzan found himself finding the memory pleasant as he returned to reality. When he looks at you, he notices a strand of hair has fallen in your line of sight, but you were too into the book that you failed to notice. Muzan says nothing as he reaches over the desk, carefully pushing the strand of hair behind your ear. You jump at the sudden contact, causing Muzan to smile slightly as he goes and cups your cheek. "You had some hair in your way, Y/n." You blushed somewhat as you obediently leaned into your Lord's touch, a slight hum falling from your lips. Muzan's jaw clenched at the adorable action, wanting to toss everything off his desk and take you for himself.

He lets out a deep breath while looking back into your curious eyes. He tilts his head, silently admiring them before the words leave his lips without processing. "I love those eyes of yours…. they're filled with so much curiosity." He whispered with that extremely rare tone of his that caused you to feel like your entire world was on fire. You place a kiss on the wrist of the hand, still cupping your cheek, feeling your lover stiffen at the sudden act. "I love your eyes as well lord Muzan… they're such a beautiful red." You confessed. Before you could react, Muzan had you pinned to his desk, his lips roughly pressed against yours, causing a small squeak to leave your lips.

He pulls away his hands, gripping your sides to the point you thought he would bruise them. You look up at your lover, eyes wide in shock, a deep blush covering your cheeks. He looks down at you, eyes feral as the veins in his neck start to pop out while he clenches his jaw, a dark smirk on his face as a tiny blush coats his cheeks. “Y/n…” He whispered, still having self-control over his desires as he went and moved a strand of hair from your face once again. You watch his eyes fill with love and lust while he brushes his thumb across your lips, lifting your chin.

"I love you...so only look at me with those eyes."

Douma

Douma sat in his seat with a bored expression as he looked down at you sitting on the floor with a book in your hands. "Y/n~ Is this really necessary? I'm so bored." The upper moon whined, causing an annoyed look to cross your face as you glared back up at him. "Lord Douma you were the one who assigned me with keeping track of all your followers' requests, wishes, needs, along with when they show up followed by when they disappear." You tapped on the book with your palm aggressively while looking at him, eye twitching. Douma just smiled as he went and ruffled your hair, causing you to get even more annoyed, but you knew better than to swat him away.

"Haha! You're such a silly girl, Y/n~ I love it when you're mad; it reminds me of a stray cat~" He teased, knowing that comparison would drive you crazy with rage. You sat there, face red with anger, gripping the book closer to your chest. "Oh, a stray cat, huh? My Lord Douma, you shouldn't speak to your girlfriend like that, should you~?" You sang in a deadly tone. Your words weren't a complete lie as a few months ago Douma had asked for you to be his pet, to which you agreed but informed him that the proper human term he should use is girlfriend so he wouldn't draw any unnecessary concern. "Oh~ feisty today, my little kitty~?" He teased even more, finding your annoyed expression amusing, his chest growing light at the sight.

"May I get back to my duties, Lord Douma?" You questioned, returning to your original seating position—Douma hummed, leaning on his hand, allowing you to continue. You picked up where you had left off, your mouth moving; however, the words weren't reaching Douma's ears. He watched your small form closely, eyes scanning every part of your body. He stares at your face, ensuring he takes in each annoyed expression that crosses your face. He loved how your brows knit together when you read a request or wish that you found to be stupid or ridiculous. He hummed, remembering when he first saw you angry and how much fun he thought it would be to mess with you.

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Douma sat in his room, tearing at the flesh of a female cult member. Another one sat in his room, cowering in fear as she watched her friend get eaten right in front of her. "It's rude to stare, you know~" Douma sang, looking at the girl with a giant smile, blood dripping from his chin. The girl panicked as tears ran down her face before she quickly tried to run out of the room to scream for help. Of course, Douma wasn't worried in the slightest as he let out a deep sigh, standing up to go and grab his runaway meal. When he goes to step foot out of his room, he hears the girl screaming for a familiar name. "Y/n-chan! Y/n-chan, please save me!" The girl cried, falling to her knees.

Douma stands in his doorway, watching the two girls interact. You stood there, face void of any emotions as usual, which made Douma find you boring, hating whenever you would look at him with such a dull expression. "What happened?" You asked while looking down at the girl who clung to your gown. You took note of the blood staining the white fabric of both your clothes as her blood-stained hands refused to lighten their grip. "L-Lord Douma! He-he-!" The girl stopped, her entire body freezing, when she saw Douma standing in his doorway, still covered in blood, with a smile on his face. He wasn't scared of her telling you what he was doing; it just meant you would have to die. Your eyes traveled towards Douma, who had started walking towards the two of you with a smile.

"Oh my! If it isn't Y/n-chan~!" He sang, clapping his hands together. The girl gripping your clothes started to panic as she tried to crawl away from the man you had devoted your entire life to due to your parents selling you off, leaving you with nothing. "M-Monster! Y/n-chan Douma isn't a blessing; he's a curse! He's a monster who-!" The girl's words cut off when you suddenly grabbed her by the hair, aggressively yanking her head back. Your sudden action causes Douma to stop in his tracks, eyes widening as he watches your usual blank face show the emotion of pure rage as you shake the girl's head, practically slamming it to the ground. "Who the hell do you think you are talking like that?" You hissed; eyes boring into her cowering figure as she tried to free herself from your grip. "It's Lord Douma, you lowly scum. How dare you insult him when he has graciously taken you in and given you, his time." You start dragging the girl back towards Douma, who stands still in awe before a giant smile appears on his face, finding this sudden change in behavior fun.

"Y/n-chan! Please! He'll kill me!" The girl begged as she kicked her legs aggressively, her hands digging into the dirt as she tried to escape. "If Lord Douma wants you dead, then you die. Who are you to oppose him? Do you even have anything to live for?" Our harsh words seemed to hit the girl as she became silent, her eyes once filled with fear going blank as she realized her existence means nothing. You stop in front of Douma's face, returning to being blank. "Lord Douma, please do with us as you wish. I am sure that seeing this is inconvenient for you. I only hope my flesh will suffice." You spoke as you placed a hand between your chest, giving a slight bow of your head. Douma just hummed, a giant smile still on his face as he bent down to your height, his face inches from yours.

"My~ my~ so you make a face like that, Y/n-chan? I always thought you were so boring…but now…" He grips your face between his hands, a giant smile on his face, eyes filled with excitement. "I find you to be so amusing!" He laughed, his eyes scanning yours for that rage they held only moments ago. "Be my pet, Y/n-chan~! I want you to entertain me~"

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Douma shivers at the memory, wishing to see that same rage from that day again. He looks back down at you to see you're still talking as you read from the book, repeatedly trying to push back this one strand of hair. Douma watches the annoyed look cross your face because it constantly falls back into your view. After being entertained by your frustration, he leaned forward, carefully pulling your hair back with one hand, causing you to stop talking, your body stiffening at the sudden contact as you glanced back at him. "Did I do something wrong, Lord Douma?" Your question caused him to chuckle as he continued to play with your hair.

"Not at all~ I just noticed you struggling with it, so I thought I would be a good boyfriend and pull it back for you!" His response had you looking away with a tiny blush on your cheeks. Douma catches this, an evil glint in his eyes as he finds your reaction cute. As you finish the daily report, Douma carefully styles your hair so it won't get in the way anymore. "There we go! Why don't you take a look, Y/n-chan?" He was proud of his work as an ice shard appeared before you. You looked at your hair, a tiny smile forming as your heart went crazy thinking about your Lord's sudden gesture. Douma looked at your smile, eyes wide, before quickly picking you up and placing you on his lap facing him. "L-Lord Douma?!" You cried, surprised by his sudden action, not used to him being so affectionate.

"Y/n-chan~ you're so cute and innocent~" He cooed before roughly placing his lips on yours, causing you to whine as he bit your lip, drawing a tiny bead of blood. Douma licked the blood, letting a small moan into the kiss as he loved how you tasted. The two of you pull away from each other, Douma with a giant smile while you glared at him, embarrassed, a deep blush on your cheeks. "Lord Douma! What if someone walked in?!" You cried. He just looked at you, licking his lips as he grabbed your wrists with one hand, pulling you closer to him.

“Y/n…I want more…be a good pet and show me all your faces~"

Karaku

Karaku sat on the couch of the hideout, his eyes staring lustfully, a smirk on his face as he watched you walking around the place, cleaning anywhere you could. He loved watching you whenever you decided to clean up the home. Yes, you were initially meant to be a meal, but Karaku couldn't bring himself to eat you when you looked at him with such a cute face while you let out small sobs to keep you alive, bringing a shiver throughout his body. Ever since then, he has kept you as his plaything. "K-Karaku, do you have to watch me every time?" You shyly asked while messing with the hem of your shirt, feeling embarrassed from the constant eyes on you.

Karaku hummed, his smirk growing as he shrugged, leaning further into the couch. "Of course, I do! Your body moves so sexy when you do it!" he laughed, unashamed by his inappropriate comment. Your face turned red as you returned to cleaning, not wanting to hear any other profanities that would leave his lips. Karaku just licked his lips, finding your shy behavior arousing. You continued to clean while closing your eyes in embarrassment. 'Why do I feel like it's going to be a long night?' oh boy, were your thoughts right. The nights have been pretty chilly lately, so you took advantage of that in any way you could. However, tonight, it was hot, which caused you to get overheated and highly sweaty while you cleaned the entire hideout.

You groaned as you stood up from cleaning your clothes stuck to your body, causing you to frown in disgust as you carefully pulled the fabric, your body tensing at the feeling of the sweat dripping down your entire body. You let out a small sigh as you wipe your forehead, staring at the night sky from one of the windows. 'Tonight is so hot…' Karaku couldn't agree more as he had gone silent halfway through the night, his eyes staring daggers at your form, his body heating up as he watched your clothes stick to you, causing your curves to show and boy, was the sight enchanting while he crossed his legs feeling himself getting turned on each time you bent over. You let out another sigh as you leaned against the doorframe, your face flushed from the heat, causing Karaku to bite his lip.

"Hey, Y/n, come here." He called, getting your attention as you slowly approached him. Karaku motioned for you to sit on the floor before him, causing you to tilt your head in confusion. "Just sit or I'll make you sit on my lap." He taunted, watching as you quickly sat on your knees, not wanting to think of the embarrassing position. Karaku sits up a bit, legs still crossed, as he brings out his fan, carefully waving it towards you, creating a nice breeze. You melt at the feeling of your entire body relaxing as the cool air hits your flushed skin. Karaku smiles at this, loving your noises as he rests his chin in his other hand. "That feel good babygirl?" He asked teasingly. You blushed at the sudden pet name, quickly looking away as you became shy. "Haha, don't get shy on me, sweetie! Let me see your cute face~" He continued teasing, getting increasingly excited with your expressions and body movements. "Hm?" He hummed, noticing a piece of hair sticking to your face from the sweat. He smiles while going to remove the hairs from your delicate skin. You blush at the sudden gesture, a tiny smile forming as you look at him, cheeks still flushed.

"You must be really sweaty sweetie." He comments while still fanning you. "Y-yes, I wasn't expecting it to be this hot out tonight." You admitted while fidgeting with your fingers, refusing to make eye contact with the pleasure clone. Karaku frowned at this while tilting his head. "I'm being so nice to you, sweetie, and you don't even thank me. How rude." He pretends to pout while stopping his fan. You panic, not wanting to be rude or offend the demon in front of you, as you quickly try to think of a way to thank him. A blush crosses your cheeks as you muster up all your courage, kissing his cheek while looking at him shyly as you sit back on your knees.

"T-thank you for fanning me…and moving the strand of hair…" You whispered, trailing off from embarrassment. Karaku stared at you for a moment in shock before a sadistic grin crossed his face as he quickly went and pinned you to the floor, straddling you as he trapped you in a deep, passionate kiss. You squealed in surprise, your body squirming underneath him. Karaku groans as he feels the friction of your movements against his groin. He pulls away from the kiss, eyes filled with lust as he takes in your flushed, innocent appearance, watching as a tiny glint of lust flashes through your pure eyes. "My services aren't free Y/n…He hums, pushing another piece of hair behind your ear as he cups your cheek, leaning his face closer to yours.

"I'll have you so pretty dripping in sweat baby girl."

Urogi

You ran as fast as you could through the woods, your clothes catching on all sorts of branches, causing them to tear as you stumbled and jumped through the area. The moon was your only light source as you barely dodged trees and roots. Your breathing was heavy as you continued to maneuver your way around. Suddenly, you see a giant shadow coming from above, causing you to look back at the sky. You saw Urogi with a giant smile as he extended his talons, swooping down at you. You squealed, barely avoiding the demon as you tried to lose him again. “Y/n~! You can't escape from me!" You heard the manifestation of joy shout, his laugh echoing around you.

"Watch me, Urogi!" You yelled, a small laugh escaping your lips. This was a frequent game you and your boyfriend liked to play. A few months back, Urogi had been complaining about being bored, and how none of the other clones ever wanted to play with him, so you recommended the idea of tag. Since then, Urogi has ensured you both play tag at least once or twice a month. Of course, you never won the game, but it was Urogi's favorite, so who were you to stop him from having so much fun? You dash behind a tree, trying to catch your breath as you carefully look around. With a deep sigh, you relax, closing your eyes as you feel your chest start to burn from all the running. 'Damn demons and their damn stamina.' You mentally cursed.

You open your eyes when you hear something creaking from above. Your heart sinks as you slowly look up to see your boyfriend perched on a branch above you with a wicked grin. "You're mine!" He yelled quickly, tackling you to the ground. You squeal as the two of you go, tumbling slightly from the sudden impact. Urogi, of course, watched where he placed his talons so he wouldn't harm you. When you two came to a stop, you both laughed, filling the woods with pure joy. "I caught you, my little songbird~" Urogi sang as he went and showered you with kisses, your happy giggles music to his ears as his stomach did cartwheels from how much joy he felt with you. "Urogi! That's enough!" You cried, trying to push him away with a giant smile.

'Y/n! I'm never bored with you!" He hums while rubbing his cheek against yours. You blush while rolling your eyes at the demon. "Oh, hush." Lightly shoving him away, you go to stand up, dusting all the grass and dirt from your clothes. Urogi jumps up, a giant grin still plastered across his face. "We should start heading back. The sun will be up soon." You noted not wanting your boyfriend to disintegrate in front of you. Ugori nods in response, getting ready to take you up into the air with him before a strand of hair stuck to the corner of your lip catches his eye. Urogi says nothing as he goes and carefully pushes it away, making sure not to cut you with his talons. "Oops! I guess I tackled you too hard!" He laughs, finding your messy state adorable. You smile as you kiss his lips quickly, earning a small bird cry from the demon, who blushed while looking at you in awe. "Thank you for moving my hair, Urogi!" You cheered brightly. Urogi felt his entire body go numb as he went and wrapped you in his wings, making sure your body was as close to his as possible. “My Songbirddddddd!!!! I love you so much! You're perfect for me!" He cried while smothering you with affection.

"I wish I had normal hands so I could be less careful and shower you with more affection." He whined while nuzzling into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent. You smile as you go and kiss the side of his head while hugging him. "I don't think you need normal hands, Urogi. I love you just the way you are! Talons and all!" You giggle. Urogi grits his teeth as he goes and tackles you to the ground once more, causing you to laugh. "Urogi the sun! We have to get going!" You remind him your tone is soft and warm. He hums while kissing your neck. "I could die so happy right now songbird~" He whined, feeling like his chest would burst any minute.

"Y/n…make me even more happy with your love."

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cherlockbrolmes · 1 year

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Making this its own post because I feel VERY passionately about this. The original reblog’d response is right under this on my profile. This is a copy paste of my response.

ABOUT LEO’S GROWTH IN THE RISE MOVIE, and how a good portion of the fandom has interpreted his behavior…

TLDR: Leo isn't a sadboy defeatist who takes his self-sacrificial tendencies to unhealthy levels. His development in the movie was a net positive. HOPE and TRUST are the central and truest parts of Leo's character that permeates even the darkest of situations.

Ok this isn't meant to be an attack on the poster or anything, so initially I want to make this VERY clear before I get into it. I know this is mostly humorous, and l'm not trying to dull the mood either- I just have a lot of thoughts. People are allowed to interpret media the way they want; that's kinda how it works (mostly. We should be aware of the disgusting exceptions).

But dear lord, I have to talk about this because this characterization for Leo being so extremely self sacrificial and sad is RAMPANT and I have to give my own two cents.

I kinda heavily dislike this characterization and mostly disagree with it.

That's not to say there isn't truth in it; Leo has trends in many if not all iterations to have some self sacrificial tendencies. That sometimes pops up as a problem, too- but I really don't think Leo is taking it to a majorly unhealthy degree here for one big reason:

He trusts his family.

But let me break it down first. While I'm sure Leo shows a LOT of character growth by the end of the movie, one thing l'm sure he's not going to lose is major traits of his personality. First and foremost, he DOES value himself, even if some members of the fandom want to insist otherwise. Some portray or interpret his ego as a facade, when I really don't think that's it at all. Do I think it's overplayed in moments of insecurity? Yes, absolutely, but that doesn't mean it's purely a face.

Leo doesn't think his family is more or less than him.

He sees the value of them TOGETHER, and I think the movie helped him understand that even more.

Leo enjoys himself, and he enjoys them, and if he sees another option, he'll take it instead of going to a self sacrificial solution. Leo, while maybe not able to spell things well or understand what Donnie is talking about 99% of the time, is smart in his own way. He's a STRATEGIST- that's why Splinter promoted him to leader. Leo will absolutely be able to figure things out before he leaps to self sacrifice. His choice with Krang Prime came from a moment of desperation and not knowing what else to do. And even then, he held on to the thought of his family- the HOPE that they will ultimately be able to save him.

Hope is a big part of this rant. Just hang in there.

A big part of Leo's character is how much he values his family being together. That is made VERY clear in Portal Jacked, when he's openly distraught about having lost them. And I think he knows his family well enough that if one unceremoniously splits off, it creates deeper cracks. Not to mention he knows firsthand what losing one of them feels like. Why would he subject the others to that? I think that would make him actively AVOID self sacrifice if the option came up. It's only in the darkest of moments that Leo would accept it...and that's even pushing it, due to how much faith he holds in his family to have his back.

That's part of what makes a good leader of the Hamatos, too. Hell, that's what the ENTIRE FINALE OF THE SHOW ILLUSTRATED. That trusting your family to have your back will help them win in the end.

But there's also ONE BIG PART of the movie that I think people dismiss all too often. And I get it- the drama that proceeds it is fun and juicy and everything, but the quote highlights Leo's character growth better than the "it's not about me" bit.

“We still have a ninja’s greatest weapon…hope”

“We still have hope!”

“Our future isn’t written until we write it…as a team”.

“I’m not leaving him behind”.

“We still have hope!”

“A ninja’s greatest weapon…”

“Hey, I like that!”

Leo, to me, is an enormously POSITIVE character.

It's hard for me to believe that Mr. "A Ninja's Greatest Weapon Is Hope" would be...so sullen in his attitude and so prone to self sacrifice.

Self sacrifice is never off the table for him. But it is also not an option he sees as mostly beneficial.

He trusts his family.

He has hope.

I personally believe that..while he was defeated and distraught in the Prison Dimension, as any would be...he still had hope. He was SMILING. He trusted his family.

I don't think the "what took you so long?" was a disingenuous, deflecting quip. I think he meant it. He trusted his family to save him.

Leo's character development is definitely accepting it isn't about him. "I realize I don't have all the answers is the PINNACLE of this. He isn't one to launch himself in and think he can handle it on his own anymore.

He has learned to trust his family, and through that, he trusts himself on a level deeper and more true than he ever has before.

And he's such a goofy guy, c'mon guys.

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gemgirl28 · 3 months

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Hi @gemgirl28! From the writing prompt list you posted earlier, may I please request:

32. “I think I’m in love with you, and I’m terrified,” for Zutara!

Thank you, and I hope you’re having a good day!

Hello dear! Thank you! It was a nice (mostly) lazy Sunday 💜 I hope you have a great day as well!

OOOOOO I SEE YOU HERE YES. YES VERY MUCH. Watch this get out of hand SO fast.

32. “I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.”

Katara hastily stuffed her papers in her bag, heart racing, hands shaking. The council room, always so hot and stuffy, felt impossibly small in the wake of Minister Yun's proposal.

Katara had to get out, had to find some fresh air, had to breathe.

She raced through the twisting hallways of the Fire Nation Palace, barely sidestepping servants in her haste to drop her bag in her office. Once deposited, she stood for just a moment, debating the risk of hurting herself is she jumped from her tiny office window and caught herself with the pond water, or if it was worth it.

Minister Yun's dry voice echoed in her ears, and her mind was made up.

The window it was.

She wrenched it open and jumped onto the edge. Just as she was swinging her feet over, one arm already searching for the cool water, someone cleared their throat.

"I know the meetings are bad, but I didn't think we'd quite reached 'jump from a second story window' bad."

Katara froze, holding her breath, as if that would make him go away. How could she be so stupid as to leave her door open?

"Katara? Are you okay?" Zuko asked, fully coming into her office and closing the damned door behind him. He stopped just on the other side of her desk, hands raised as if to reach for her.

She closed her eyes, counted ten slow, steady breaths, and decided she could fake it for just a few more minutes. Just enough to get him out of her office so she could make her escape.

"I'm fine, just wanted some fresh air." Not a lie. "The meetings are... fine." A lie. "I just... needed some air," she repeated, nearly wincing.

"Katara- is this about-"

"Did you need something Zuko?" She interrupted. No one else on his council would dare interrupt the Fire Lord. Then again, no one else on his council could be considered a close, personal friend.

Just a friend. Just- friends.

Still, his brow furrowed at the interruption. He took a cautious step closer, and then another.

"Yes. You- you rushed out of the meeting so quickly, I wanted to check on you."

"I needed some air."

"You said that."

She shrugged, not able to find any other words for the clawing sensation inside her chest. The office was starting to shrink, too, the way the council room had.

"Katara- I'm not going to marry Minister Yun's daughter."

He said it softly, but the force of it still sucked all the air out of the room.

"Why- why not? It would be advantageous, would it not?" She hated the way her voice shook.

Zuko sighed, and took another step closer. "I don't love her. It's important that you know that." Another step. "And after a hundred years of war- after everything the Fire Nation has been through- well, I think I could do worse things than marrying for love." Another step, nearly to her. "You must know that."

"Why does it matter if I know?" She asked on a breath. They both swallowed.

"Because- I think I'm in love with you, and I'm terrified."

"Zuko-" She couldn't find her voice before he kept talking, and she wondered if she'd even said his name at all.

"I do- I do love you. I am terrified, because you mean so very much to me." He took a deep breath. "But I think- if maybe, you thought someday you could feel the same- well, I definitely shouldn't marry Minister Yun's daughter."

"I do."

Zuko froze in place from where he'd nearly reached her, still perched on the edge of the window. "You do-"

"Love you. Already. I love you." Spirits, what a relief it was to say it after all these years. Katara grinned. "And it is terrifying. But- but Zuko, I love you."

"Why haven't you- you never- Katara-" he started, stopping when she laughed.

"Come here and help me down so I can kiss you."

She'd never seen him move so quickly before.

And the next day, when Zuko formally turned down any and all future marriage proposals in favor of marrying for love, Katara thought it still sounded terrifying, but also like she could breathe just a little easier. Especially when Zuko smiled at her.

Send me a prompt and a pairing!

#I did warn you this would get out of hand #and here we are #but my gosh how perfect for them #zutara #zutara ficlet #thanks for the ask love!#thegratitudeworkshop #my asks #my writing

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Hello! I'm back for another rant :)

I was still thinking about Mihoyo's tendency to pair characters and play the ambiguity game to make more money and something I've noticed is that people will jump through sooo many hoops to defend the company. ''oh they can't be explicit because of censorship'', ''oh it's China, their culture is different!'' or even ''stupid entitled westerners always complaining about things they don't even try to understand smh 🙄''

Now, while I can agree that censorship and culture should be taken into account when talking about these games, I also feel like it's a bit disingenuous and lowkey patronising to chalk it all up to ''the Chinese are just all like that lol''

Like, why are we so vehemently defending a company that makes millions (if not billions) through ship teasing, as you've put before? Censorship does not change the fact that the development that characters get in these games (especially Genshin) goes out the window every other event or as soon as the main story is finished. And whenever I hear someone talk about censorship, I always think about Mo Dao Zu Shi (granted, the situation was different in its case so we should take it with a grain of salt) where its donghua and drama adaptations where indeed censored (but they were much more explicit than whatever's going on in Hoyoverse), yet the novel (the source material) had many MANY chapters with its two male leads going at it

I admit that I've been feeling a bit salty recently (because I feel like people only care about coding when it comes to the 'great' questions of ''OK but do these two men FUCK? How many times a day do they go at it and who's the woman in this ship??'' Meanwhile nobody ever talks about different dynamics, asexuality and aromanticism are seen as boring, and oh lord does bisexuality seem to be often treated as a trump card to say ''ok but this character is at least 50% gay'') and I also don't know that much about how everything works in China, but idk, I guess my point is that if they wanted to make ships canon, they WOULD (or could) find a way to do so

Anyway, your recent posts and asks also got me thinking and I guess I wanted to show you some support! I've seen your bio and I think it's a really smart move on your part to be clear on what you don't feel comfortable with from the get go. It can definitely be awkward when you have to tell someone that's just really excited to share their thoughts on something they enjoy that you're not interested and you'd rather not talk about this AT ALL. And it really does not help that popular ships tend to attract a lot of unhinged behaviour 😑 It's really refreshing to come across content creators like you, who are very clear in their boundaries and write such thoughtful fics

Once again, I hope you will be left to do your own thing in peace and that you'll keep finding ways and solutions for you to enjoy your favourite works without feeling alienated 💜

(And hopefully one day I will learn how to type short rants 😅)

Haha, short rants don't exist, Anon! It's perfectly okay to type long rants to me, I don't mind. If anything, I relish in them. As someone who rants and complains a lot myself, I welcome it when someone else does it. 😊 (I mean, just look at the length of my reply. I am not any better than you, dear Anon)

Lord, the "Mihoyo can't show explicit gay ships because of the CCP censorship" excuse grates on my nerves, as well. Censorship of homosexuality is definitely a thing in China, and it can sometimes be very horrible, but that's not what's stopping Mihoyo from making certain ships canon. They got way with a lot of lesbian ships in Honkai 3rd (though admittedly they had to tone it down once new laws were implemented, but the fact remains that at some point they were able to be blatant about their ships), and if we're talking actual coding, then Jeht being lesbian-coded is a thing that exists! If it was such a huge deal, I feel like Mihoyo would have either been way more subtle about it or not included these things at all.

It's just my personal opinion, but I'm certain that the reason Mihoyo doesn't make any ship canon is for the sake of making money. They need to sell characters, and the best way to do that is to allow players to enjoy characters the way they want. Assigning a specific sexuality or canon ship will crush the interpretations some players have about a character, and make that character unappealing. It would negatively impact their sales. Keeping things vague and only giving teases of the most popular ships seems to be the ideal marketing tactic for them. It panders to a lot more people this way and keeps most of them happy (however, the fact remains that they ignore a particular demographic of women, though that's a story for another time).

Regarding your reasons why people whip out the "coding" card... YOU ARE SO RIGHT! People only use sexuality coding as a way to "prove" their gay ship is canon and discredit any BG pairing. And they focus on things like one guy being muscular and the other more slender, and then assigning traditionally masculine and feminine traits to them, respectively. I could go on a whole separate rant about this topic, but I'll spare you the wall of text. Feminizing one of the guys in a gay ship is one of my biggest pet peeves, especially when it's OOC for the character.

One thing I noticed is that sexuality often gets used as a convenient tool to suit the needs of certain shippers instead of being used for actual diversity.

I can't tell you the amount of times I saw a sexuality tier list where the aromantic and asexual rows were treated as trash bins where people tossed the characters they didn't care about. There's no actual thought put into the sorting, and that's very unfair to actual aro and ace persons.

As for bisexuality... it's such a polarizing topic in fandoms. It's seen as a good thing when you have a canonical BG pairing, because then you can claim one or both are bi and therefore are also attracted to the same sex (as you said, they're "at last 50% gay" and can be shipped in gay pairings). However, if you have a non-canon BL or GL ship, saying one or both characters are bi is tantamount to treason. How dare you suggest they can be attracted to the opposite sex? That's erasing the gay representation!

Basically, bisexuality, much like the term "coding", gets treated like a tool that's allowed to exist only when it's convenient to a person, instead of as an actual sexuality real people have. I feel like bi, aroace, and pansexual people get shafted hard in fandoms in general.

Anyways, thank you for your support, Anon! I mentioned it in another post, but putting your likes and dislikes in the bio is a common practice in the Eastern part of the world, and I chose to copy that. I think it's a good way to meet people with similar interests while also letting those who have opposite interests avoid you. If the BL Anon had checked my bio first before following me, he could have spared himself some trouble haha. Sadly, it seems that many don't look at bios 😢

Thank you for your nice sentiments! I'm fairly confident that I won't be harassed, especially not in the reader-insert community, but I appreciate the thought! And hopefully I can find a way to combat the alienation... If not, then I'll simply uninstall both HSR and Genshin and find games that actually pander to me 😅

May you stay happy and free of harassment as well, dear Anon! 💚

#Lunaria answers #Hopefully the read more bar works properly this time

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jasontoddiefor · 1 year

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okay so, i realize that's probably not your current fandom, but i'm (once again) in a pjo content binge and i when i checked your pjo tags (Trading Tomorrow fan here) the first post was "no mist au". Which sounds really, really awesome. would you be willing to share some ideas about it or something?

I am always willing to talk about my AUs!!! And I'm glad you like Trading Tomorrow! That fic is still very dear to me!

Right, as the name says, the "no mist AU" is essentially an AU where the mist ceases existing when Percy is still like toddler age and the world is thrown into chaos. We end in some sorta post apocalyptic state where we see the return of the old worship mixed with new ways because demigods are still pretty much the only ones who can kill monsters. But now, well, normal people are praying to the gods as well again.

Some plot points include

Sally taking Percy and running and establishing herself as a person who knows what's up, and more than that, has a kid. She ends running a city alongside the coast as Poseidon's priestess.

The Roman Empire makes a return. Ne Rome adapts quickly to these new circumstances and they do it really well, expanding territory. Thalia and Jason both grow up in New Rome!

On that note, there is kind of a constant power struggle going on between various territories and gods and Kronos is also Awake And Having Some Thoughts

Camp Halfblood is the other big player. I'm not sure which name it'll get but it'll definitely will be renamed. I like New Alexandria (as opposed to New Athen as I've seen in a couple fics) because of Alexander the Great kicking off the Hellenism (just bear with this phrasing I know that's not how history works) and PJO seeming to rely more on late stages of ancient greek history.

But here are plenty of other bigger settlements with their own leader, goals and protections. Though being a demigod guarantees having kind of a higher status in society and people that are/would have been born clear-sighted have a sort of sense for when monsters are near, opposed to normal people.

But yeah, mostly this is post apocalypse meets ancient greek civilization?

And Sally doing everything she can to keep her kid safe and being very badass in turn.

Uuuh take a snippet?

Sally had devoured entire volumes about Greek mythology and the gods’ worship during her pregnancy. She’d never breathed a word of it to Percy, choosing ignorance as protection, but in their changed world, her knowledge needn’t be summoned. It was already there.

“Does anyone have sweets on them or alcohol?” Sally asked.

The people in her group only stared at her in confusion, some even in mistrust.

“It’s important.”

“What are you doing?”

“Prayer,” Sally said. She hadn’t ever been religious, meeting Poseidon hadn’t changed that. But could this really still be religion if she knew it to be truth?

Sally tossed the chocolate bar and the vodka from the flask into the fire.

“To our Lord Poseidon, for protection and safety of this commune.”

Actually take two snippets:

Leo does not like to admit that they might be in trouble, but he’s so nervous he can’t think of a weapon to aid him, never mind focus on making any fire. He glances to the right where Bryce’s body was already cooling, and nearly threw up. The scorpion’s sting had ripped right through his stomach, leaving behind an ugly, revolting wound. Luke is still holding onto his sword, but he can’t even stand properly, never mind fight.

The realization that they are utterly fucked hits like a brick to the face.

He’s survived the end of the world, myth becoming reality and this is what kills him: a regular patrol in an area that should be free of monsters. Leo hadn’t even been scheduled to go on this patrol, only volunteered at the last minute. He’d hoped to impress Luke, maybe see if he could secure permission to move outside the safe perimeters to get more parts to work with.

How stupid, not even their base is truly safe.

With an ugly roar, the scorpion turns around, aiming straight for Leo. Behind it, Luke struggles to get on his feet.

That’s it, Leo’s done for.

He tries to smile so Luke won’t blame himself and maybe do the smart thing and get away. Optimistic last thoughts so that Leo can rest peacefully in the underworld, having died a hero’s death. Phrased like this, dying doesn’t even sound that horrible.

The thought does not make the scorpion look any less terrifying and just when Leo decided to scream, he is cut off.

“Hold this for me.”

Instinctually, Leo holds out his arms and a bag gets dropped into them. The bag is warm and soft and has bright green eyes and oh, gods, that’s a baby.

Leo looks up and there’s a blur of black and blue standing in front of him. His brain is a bit slow on the upkeep, still reeling with the realization that he is holding a baby, and in the seconds it takes him to realize a stranger had come to their aid, the man has already drawn his blade. It’s made from pure celestial bronze, which is enough to make Leo’s jaw go slack. He’s only seen pure celestial bronze or imperial gold only a handful of times. The metals are incredibly scarce and Leo wants to touch that sword right now.

But he can’t.

Because he’s holding a baby and the sword is in its wielder’s hand, who is using it to systematically decimate the scorpion without ever breaking a sweat.

The monster surges up on more time, and the man simply adjust his hold on the sword and drops low, piercing the beast from below.

And just like that, it’s over and the clearing is silent.

#percy jackson #leo valdez #sally jackson #luke castellan #pjo #no mist au #fanfic #ask #anon

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yahoodarling · 2 years

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HI! I was drawn to the Xie Lian theme on your blog, and I saw the Nu: Carnival post too. I love Olivine, so could I get some fluff with him please? I can't think of anything particularly specific... Just something fluffy and preferably SFW. Thank you!

Apologies it took a bit longer than id like it to have. I did add some suggestive flirting though nothing out of SWF. Hope you enjoy~ Also mildly inspired by a favorite dessert of mine and one of Oliviens 'scenes'.

Olivien X Gn!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, suggestive flirting

Sat sluggishly on one of Aster's huge couches, your eyes danced between the lounge's decor. Not much had been happening in and around the mansion, everyone had duties they had to attend to leaving you to wallow in your solitude. It was boring. That was until a brilliant angle walked in to bring salvation. Surrounded by light it was truly a holy sight.

“Oh, you are still home? Did you not say you needed to be somewhere today?” Olivien asked as he walked into the lounge. This morning most members that stayed in the mansion mentioned how they would be busy, you not wanting to hurt your pride lied and made up a fake job you needed to do so as to not seem pitiful, in your eyes at least.

“I'm done with it, haha. Oh, but what are you doing here?” you asked back

“It was just a misunderstanding i helped clear up amongst some members in the church. I thought it would take a lot longer but seems not. I'm glad though, I've been looking for some spare time to try out a recipe I heard about from Dante that originates from the Fire territory. Would you like to join me?” he asked, a smile gracing his face as he asked. What kind of horrible person would you be if you were to deny such a sweet offer. Heaving yourself off the couch you approached in delight.

“But of course, lead the way.”

Olivien let out a chuckle as he made his way towards the kitchen, you trailed behind.

“So what are we making?” you ask, sitting on a kitchen counter as olivien washed his hands in the sink.

“It's a milk tart. Like a milky custard with a biscuit base and dusted with cinnamon. The other day i heard Dante wanting it when he came to visit and i asked for the recipe. Its sweet and chilled from what i hear. I think it would be a nice treat for the others to try when they get back.”

“Haha, sounds like a plan. Where do we begin?” you ask. Olivien pulled a single paper from his pocket, from what you saw the writing was rushed but it still held the elegant style Olivien wrote in.

“I had to quickly write it down since Dante couldn't chat long at the time. Lets hope i didn't leave anything out.” His face held a cute pout as he read over his writing, you could tell he was trying to get a better understanding of the dessert.

“Okay!” He suddenly brightened up from his thoughts, “So I'll get the utensils, mind fetching the ingredients I list off?” “Sure” you push yourself off the counter to be Oliviens fetch dog.

“First off, we need milk” he said as he turned away getting a bowl. A sly smirk crossed yur face as you waited behind him, not moving, this alerted him as he turned back to look at you puzzled. “Is everything okay?”

“Yip, just fetching the milk” you smiled and held out both your arms, your hands making grabby motions towards his chest. Olivien realized your implications and went dead in the face, looking at you unimpressed.

“Get the milk please.” he demanded.

“Yes sir” and you took a step towards him, he grabbed your shoulders and brought you in a tight hug against the lump chest you were just focused on, in the warm embrace Olivien lowered his head so his hushed voice met directly with your ears.

“I love you very much my dear but Lord Klein forgive me for what I am about to do if you keep this up.” The suggestive threat sent a shiver down your core, you were his fetch dog for now not his horn dog.

“All clear?” he asked as he let you go smiling, you smiled back though yours was more shaken than his. “Crystal clear.”

Other than that, getting to work with Olivien was pleasant. You each spoke about what plans you had for the rest of the week and what you'd want to do when the others got back. The tart was rather simple and quick to prepare and was left to set and cool, and so clean up commenced.

You stood washing the dishes while Olivien packed away the remaining ingredients. It was a content time, a quiet ting of bowls and shuffles of paper and feet creating a soft melody of your duet with Olivien. In your time embracing the sound Oliviens footsteps got closer and closer till he held you in his arms against him.

“Hmm?” you acknowledge him. Olivien went quiet for a moment before pressing his chin to the top of your head.

“I've really enjoyed this time with you.” he spoke hushed, like he was trying not to shatter the flow of music you two created. “I hope the tart tastes good, I'm looking forward to it.” as he spoke his hold tightened till you were pressed contemptly, warm, safe, happy… This was a good life you had even if it did have its struggles, moments like these made the stress and anxieties melt away.

After cleaning up and needing to wait for the milk tart to set you and Olivien retreated to the lounge to enjoy the rest of the afternoon together. You found yourself leaning against him as his hand tossed with your hair. With such a relaxed environment you couldn't help but fall into a tranquil slumber.

An increase in activity sturred you to wake up, the noises coming from outside the room. You eased yourself up from the couch but the sudden lack of warmth caused you to look back to where you once were laid. Olivien slept below you, his body warmth being the element you were lacking. His face set in a graceful rest, eyes hidden behind thick eyelashes. To see him in such an open state, more untroubled than you had ever seen him before. Like this you could tell he was not plagued with concerns or worry regarding work or daily troubles, like this he was truly reposeful. No other could fulfill the place olivien had in your heart and getting to share moments such as today just solidified that sentiment.

The door to the house opened suddenly, taking your focus. Through the door came Aster and Morvay, Aster's voice ringing through as he was reprimanded? Teased? Morvay, really you couldn't tell.

“Hello hello~” he sang to you but it wasn't you that responded back.

“Ah, welcome back,” Olivine's sleepy voice answered. Another presence joined in the room, that being Yakumo though he entered not via the front door like Aster and Morvay but from another room in the house, he must have returned while you and Olivien were asleep. “Greetings everyone.” he smiled. Olivien sat up and allowed himself to wake up. After looking around the room a little to better gather himself he turned to Aster, “Do you know where Dante is?”

“He left back to his kingdom. Huge responsibilities and such.” You could tell there was a sign of disappointment in Oliviens eyes as his face only momentarily fell into a sullen frown before returning to its normal graceful smile. The plan to make the milk tart had come from Dante after all.

“Why? There something you need from him?” Aster asked as he and Morvay got comfortable on another couch.

“I just made a dessert from the fire region and wanted his opinion on it. No big problem though.”

“Oh,” Yakumo piped in,” you mean that dessert in the cooler? When I saw him earlier he helped himself to a slice. He didn't say much but he seemed happy. I guess he simply did not want to wake you up before he left.”

Olivien smiled like he was in relief, “I'm glad then. Anyway, would anyone like a slice? I have yet to try it but if Dante is pleased with it it should be enjoyable.” A choir of agreement rang as everyone moved to the kitchen. Away from the others Olivien stopped and looked to you, eyes gleaming like jewels.

“I hope we get an opportunity to do this again.”

You nodded back and smiled like an idiot.

“Of course.”

#yahooworks #nu carnival #olivine #x gn reader #x female reader #x male reader #fluff

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theladyofdeath · 2 years

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The Viscount Who Loved Me {Nineteen}

TVWLM Masterlist

An A Court of Thorns and Roses fanfiction, inspired by the first 2 seasons of Bridgerton.

Written alongside @snelbz

Ships: Nesta x Cassian x Elain - Feyre x Rhysand - Elain x Azriel x Gwyn

Summary: (see TVWLM masterlist!)

A/N: Thank you for reading! Two chapters left! I'm so sorry I didn't post this yesterday, when promised. I got super distracted and lost sight of pretty much everything. lol. We would love to know what you think!

Tag list is at the end. If you’d like to be added, please comment below or submit an ask. :)

Dear Readers,

It seems the Diamond may be the saving grace of her family's dynasty after all. With her engagement to the Viscount, at least one Archeron sister isn't a total failure. Who knew the youngest would be the one to save her family's reputation?

May the Mother bless the other two poor souls.

The Suriel

The first thing Cassian noticed when he awoke was that the blankets he’d buried his face in smelled of Nesta. Memories of the night before flooded his senses and he couldn’t believe how perfect she’d been in every way. He couldn’t believe she’d admitted that she loved him.

But as he reached his arm out, the spot on the blanket next to him long gone cold and damp from the morning mist, he realized she’d never responded after he’d begged her to stay.

Sitting up, another blanket pooled around Cassian’s waist as he searched for Nesta.

Not a trace, nothing. It was as if he’d dreamed the entire encounter, but he could still smell her on him.

That, and he was naked in his back woods, something that was more out of the ordinary than it was in his teenage days.

Half an hour later, wearing fresh clothes with his hair tied back in a small bun, Cassian was riding across town, early enough that he was one of few out. If Nesta was indeed leaving town, he had precious little time to waste. Without bothering to tie his horse properly, Cassian knotted the reins to the light post out front and was bounding up the front steps of the Archeron manor home before he could think better of it.

He slammed his fist into the door, banging so loudly he wouldn’t be surprised if he woke the entire house.

No one answered, but the doorman was likely still asleep.

He beat his fist against the door again, not letting up this time until the door was ripped open from the inside.

Feyre’s tired eyes widened as she saw it was him on their doorstep. “Cassian, what are you— I mean, Lord Nazari.” She curtsied, as if calling him by his first name and forgetting his formal title was the worst thing either of them had done in the last twelve hours. “What are you doing here? Dawn has just broken, it’s not even—”

“I need to speak to Nesta,” he interrupted and as Feyre stepped back, he wondered how crazed he looked. “Please, it’s imperative.”

Her gaze softened, as if she remembered what she saw in the library, as if she too had figured out it was impossible for the two of them to stay apart, but she shook her head. “It’s very early, my lord, I’m sure Nesta wouldn’t—”

“Please, Feyre.” Taking a deep breath, he tried to calm himself. “I’ll stay out here; just…please go get her.”

Sighing, Feyre nodded. “Stay here. I’ll be right back.”

The door closed and he waited. Five minutes passed and then ten, and he began to think that Feyre had ignored him, that she had simply gone back up to bed; but, just as he was giving up hope, the door opened again.

It wasn’t Nesta.

Feyre peeked out of the door, a frown on her face. “She’s not here. Sometimes she goes riding—”

Cassian was already moving towards his horse. “Thank you!”

Thunder rolled across the sky as he mounted his horse and rode towards the very place that Cassian had first seen Nesta. He was half a mile away when the rain began to come down, and nearly there when the drizzle turned into a downpour.

It was not safe riding conditions.

Cassian had to find Nesta.

He entered the park and rode the path until he came to a clearing. In the distance, near the line of trees, he spotted her.

“Nesta!” He called, but either she did not hear or did not care to.

Picking up his pace, he rode towards her, even though she continued to put distance between them. He rode faster, calling her name all the while.

She didn’t even look back.

Completely drenched, Cassian continued to ride, continued to call her name, continued to chase her, confused as to why she was riding in this sort of weather to begin with. Surely she had to look at the sky that morning and know that rain was coming. There was a chill in the air.

“Nesta!” He screamed her name, high above the call of the rain, the thunder.

She pulled her mare to a stop and looked over her shoulder. Her posture was all wrong. It was not like that first day he had come across her. Then, she had been confident. Taunting. Mischievous.

Now, she was upset. Her eyes were wide, he could see them from where he strode towards her. The rain hid the tears on her face but he knew they were there.

As he approached, she urged her horse forwards but it soon reeled back, frightened from the storm or something in the grass. As it reared, Nesta fell backwards.

Cassian swore, snapping the reins until his horse was running at a full pace to where she’d fallen. As he approached, her horse took off, but he couldn’t find it in himself to care, not as he discovered Nesta in a crumpled heap on the ground. He had dismounted his horse before the beast had come to a complete stop, falling to his beside her.

She wasn’t moving, her body so still, and on her forehead, that was—

Cassian was scooping her into his arms before he could consider otherwise. He didn’t remember and honestly wasn’t sure how he’d gotten them up onto his horse, but he was flying through the park a moment later. He rode recklessly, endangering not only his life, but Nesta’s, as well.

But he knew an injury to the head could easily be fatal and there was already far more blood than he was comfortable gambling her life on.

Clutching her to his chest, Cassian told her about everything they were going to experience together once they got married. Because they were going to get married.

They were going to get married just as quickly as the Queen would allow and then he would leave with her. He would travel the world with her, if that’s what she wanted to do. He would stay in Velaris if she wanted or move to a remote cabin by a lake.

He would give her as many children as she wanted whether that was an entire brood or just a pup to dote on. They would spend holidays with his family, though, that was something he wouldn’t concede on. It was a tradition, he told her, and one he wasn’t keen on giving up.

By the time he jerked his horse to a stop in front of the Archeron manor, her breathing was terrifyingly slow. He dismounted, careful not to jostle her now that the harrowing ride over was complete.

Feyre threw the door open, running out into the rain. “Nesta!”

A man in a familiar jacket waited in the doorway.

“You called for a doctor?” Cassian asked, relieved they wouldn’t have to wait for someone to get one.

She nodded as she ushered them in. “I had a bad feeling after you left. I’m glad I trusted my instincts.”

Cassian froze as he took in Elain, still in her dressing gown, eyes wide and terrified at the sight of her sister in his arms, and Isaac behind her, his hand on her shoulder. It was the first time he’d seen his former betrothed since she’d left him at the altar.

“What happened, my lord?”

The doctor snapped Cassian out of his stupor. His voice was rough. “She fell from her horse. Hit her head. There’s…blood.”

The doctor nodded grimly and asked Cassian to carry her upstairs. He did not have to be asked twice. He swept past everyone in the doorway, although they quickly followed, and went with the doctor up the stairs and into what looked to be Nesta’s room. The covers were drawn and he laid her in bed.

As soon as his hands left her, they shook.

She looked so helpless, so broken, and there was nothing he could do. He was swept to the back of the room as the doctor took over, examining her where she laid. Her sisters hovered over the bed. Her father stood at the foot.

Cassian snuck out.

He couldn’t bear to see her like that.

He was halfway down the corridor when he heard, “My lord!”

He stopped, willing the tears that had pooled in his eyes not to fall as he turned and met Elain’s worried, frantic expression. She inclined her head. “Thank you. Thank you for being there. For bringing her home.”

Cassian did not dare speak. He nodded, and she bowed her head again before disappearing back into the room.

Cassian fled.

He walked back out into the rain and hopped on his horse. He rode home and he did not stop until he reached the stables. He dismounted, and up against the side of the beast, he wept. Cassian’s face fell into the horse’s mane as he cried, and his horse must have known just what he was feeling because he stayed perfectly still, letting it happen.

<.>

Time moved slowly that week.

Feyre and Elain sat by Nesta's side nearly every minute of every day. She did not wake, hardly stirred.

With each day that passed, Feyre was haunted by the terror in Cassian’s eyes when he’d brought her home. She saw his hands trembling as he backed away from the bed. He was terrified. He was in love with her.

She was surprised he had not come by again to visit.

Elain had said nothing about it, but Feyre knew she was feeling guilty. Her fight - both of their fights - with Nesta had now seemed irrelevant.

None of that mattered, not anymore.

All that mattered was that she awoke.

Feyre had just sat down to have lunch in the sitting room when she distantly heard the doorbell ring. Sighing, she assumed it was one of the many suitors who’d visited the house, now that Elain was an eligible, young lady again.

And Feyre was… Feyre was engaged.

She wouldn’t allow herself to think about her fiancé or the fact that she even had one. Shaking her head, Feyre stood and carried her plate towards the door. She’d take it to the kitchens before heading up to let Elain know she had a visitor. Elain would tell her to enjoy her meal, that she would sit with Nesta while she got a much needed break, but who knew if the suitor at the door could be Elain’s true love?

Feyre was just about to enter the hall when the doorman appeared, causing her to jump.

The man blushed, bowing. “Apologies, my lady, but you have a visitor.”

Her heart was racing and it wasn’t from the sudden appearance of the doorman, not as she looked over his shoulder and beheld who stood behind.

Rhysand stood there, a bouquet of navy roses in his hand. She couldn’t identify the look in his eyes, but she swore he seemed almost sheepish. Nervous. Anxious.

“Thank you, Eddie,” she said, and smiled at the doorman as he bowed and disappeared.

Rhysand remained outside of the doors, waiting for her to invite him in. When she gestured to the room around her, he chuckled and crossed the threshold, holding out the flower arrangement.

“It is a shame roses do not grow in nature in such a color,” he said, in way of greeting. “I always thought that blue suited them.”

Feyre slowly set down her barely touched plate on an end table. “They are quite beautiful.”

“For you,” he said, and she strode forward until she was close enough to take them.

She leaned in and smelled them before saying, “Thank you. I’ll call for a vase right away.”

“Feyre.”

Her eyes snapped back up to his. They were wild, reckless, as if a war was raging inside of his mind. She knew this talk would come. She had not seen him since the ball.

“How is Nesta?” He asked, and of course he knew what had happened. Cassian had surely told him.

“Not yet awake,” Feyre replied. “But Doc says she’s steady.”

“That’s good news,” he said, and she swallowed and looked away. He stepped forward and lifted her chin so that she met his gaze. “She will be okay, Feyre.”

“Yes,” she breathed, although she wasn’t sure she believed it. Each day that Nesta did not wake, her hope dimmed. “Did you truly come here to ask of Nesta?”

“Yes,” he said, then hesitated, “and no.” Feyre blinked, waiting for him to continue.

It was the first time Rhysand had ever looked…unsure of himself.

“Considering our recent…engagement…I thought we should talk,” he explained, looking around the room as if he would see someone else there, but they were completely alone.

Feyre sighed. “Rhys, if we are to fight, I must admit that I am too emotionally drained at the moment. I must ask you to come back another time.”

“The reason it took me five days to visit is because I’ve been warring with myself,” he said, surging forward, as if she never spoke. He began to pace, yet every pass brought him closer to her. “Feyre, I went from loathing your existence for being a temptation to loving you because you let me give in. For years, I’ve kept far away from the society of Velaris, because I knew there was no future for me in it. I avoided the balls and the luncheons and the promenades, because I did not care about any of it. The promise I made to my dying father was all I cared about.”

At the mention of that damn promise, Feyre’s jaw locked, but she made no move to leave, so Rhysand stepped closer. “Now I know that that vow is the second most important one I will ever say.”

Feyre wasn’t sure if she was breathing when she whispered, “What?”

He took her face in his hands, leaning down until his forehead rested against hers. “My father made my life a living hell while he was alive, I’ll be damned if I let him do the same in death.”

Feyre stilled.

Rhysand’s violet eyes sparkled as he said, “I know I’m doing this in a rather unconventional order, since the Queen herself made the announcement.”

Now, Feyre couldn’t tell if her heart was actually beating.

As he dropped to one knee, she was certain it wasn’t.

“Feyre Archeron, I’m asking you to marry me. Not because it’s what the ton expects of us or because of what your sister saw.” He took her hand, pulling a small velvet bag from inside his breast pocket. “I want to marry you because I love you. I want to marry you because you’re the most amazing woman I’ve ever met and I want to make every memory possible with you. I want to dance with you at ridiculous parties and host family dinners that are the envy of my brothers and your sisters. I want to…” He closed his eyes, opening them a second later, and should see them shimmering in the early afternoon sun. “I want to have a family with you. I want it all, Feyre. I want to marry you, not because your sister caught me kissing you. But because I want to kiss you every day for the rest of my life.”

There were tears streaming down Feyre’s face, but Rhys waited in patient silence for her to say something. When she finally spoke, he hadn’t been expecting her to sniffle and say, “What my sister didn’t know is that you’d been doing far more than kissing me.”

He laughed, her sarcasm waking something up in him. “Trust me, Feyre darling, I want to do that every day for the rest of my life, too.”

She melted as she joined him on the floor, meeting him on his knees. She took his hands in hers and said, “Of course I will marry you.”

Relief shone in his eyes as if he had no idea how this conversation would go. To think that he thought she may have said no was ludicrous.

Rhysand opened the velvet bag in his hand and pulled out a thin, gold band that had a large sapphire surrounded by a cluster of diamonds.

“I had this made quickly,” he explained, quietly, nervously. “If you’d like something different—“

“It’s perfect,” she breathed, and tears fell freely down her warm cheeks, this time of joy. “Rhys, it’s beautiful.”

He smiled, eyes soft as he took her hand in his and slid the ring onto her finger. “Feyre, I am so ridiculously in love with you.”

Her hands slid around his shoulders and she kissed him, softly. “As am I, with you.”

He let out a shuddering breath before kissing her again, and for the first time in a long time, everything felt right.

Feyre found peace, found safety, found utter joy as she accepted her future. She would marry the love of her life, would grow old with him and start a family and be the viscountess.

She would be happy.

With him at her side.

<.>

Elain sat by Nesta’s bedside watching her chest slowly rise and fall. Those breaths remained even but she feared that there would come a moment that her chest stilled, and the terror of the thought caused her to watch intently.

The doorbell had sounded and she assumed it would be another suitor. She’d had many callers since her broken engagement with Lord Cassian, but no one ever came to fetch her so she figured she was fine to stay where she was.

Watching Nesta.

All she could think about were the hateful words she’d spat at Nesta. Yes, there had been a tentative truce between them after breakfast before the ball, but Elain had still been secretly grateful Nesta would be leaving soon.

Now, she felt guilty for her inner thoughts, would give anything to be able to beg her sister not to go and to repair their relationship. She knew Feyre felt equally ashamed of her final conversation with Nesta.

Leaning forward, Elain rested her forehead against the edge of the bed. There had been a time Nesta had held almost the same vigil by her own bedside, though she hadn’t fallen off of a horse. She’d fallen ill after swimming in a pond at their country home they’d thought was safe, but days later, Elain was sick and clammy and fading in and out of consciousness at the drop of a hat. The doctor had given her something to put her to sleep and keep her that way for days. It was only after she’d awoken, feeling better than she had in weeks, that she’d found out that Nesta had barely left her during the four days she’d been out.

As she sat up, she slipped her hand around Nesta’s still one. It was still warm, one of the few things that gave Elain hope. She hadn’t gone cold. Elain would do anything she could to keep her that way.

A soft knock on the door had Elain jerking her hand back and turning in her seat. “Yes?”

The door opened just a touch and Feyre peeked her head in. “How is she?”

Looking back at their sister, she shook her head. “The same.”

Crossing the room, Feyre brushed Nesta’s hair back over her ear. “No change is better than a change for the worse, right?” Elain nodded, but Feyre said, “You have a visitor in the sitting room. I’ll sit with her for a little while.”

She nearly groaned. “It’s not Lord Brumley, is it? I don’t think I can take much more of his poetry reading.”

Feyre shook her head and laughed softly. “Go take a moment to freshen up and then go see for yourself. I asked Cook to send some tea and sandwiches up since I wasn’t sure if you’d eaten yet.”

As if it had been waiting for an opportunity to make itself known, Elain’s stomach grumbled in a decidedly unladylike fashion.

With a nod, she said, “Let me know if there are any changes.”

“I will,” Feyre promised, then Elain helped herself to her feet and walked out of the room as Feyre settled into her chair.

She went to her room and brushed through her hair before deeming her day dress appropriate and meandering towards the sitting room.

She’d seen too many men over the past two weeks.

She did not know how many more she could handle.

She nearly wished that one would just ask for her hand so that she could get it all over with. Not the romance she had once dreamed of, but enough for her at this point.

When she walked into the sitting room, she stilled as she crossed the threshold. It was not Lord Brumley, thank the Mother, but someone that made her heart a little bit lighter.

Azriel looked up at her and smiled warmly over the rim of his hot tea. He stood and bowed his head. “Lady Elain.”

“Azriel,” she breathed, walking to where he stood in front of the settee. “Whatever are you doing here? Not that I am not grateful to see you, of course.”

She gestured to the seating that surrounded them and they both sat, across from one another.

“I wanted to check in,” he said, simply. “To see if there is anything I can do.”

These men.

Rhysand had been by twice, though the first time was less for Nesta and more to put the ring Feyre now wore on her finger. She waited for the jealousy that her sister had gotten what she wanted to bubble up in her and the shame that she knew would follow.

Neither did.

She’d been quietly watching the two of them fall in love all season, despite the fact that they thought they were being sneaky.

Elain smiled softly, directing her attention back to azriel, and shook her head. “She’s stable, thank you. Just taking everything day by day.”

Her eyes went back to the doors, as if she could see all the way up the stairs to Nesta’s rooms, but her gaze caught on a package leaning against the couch Azriel sat on.

He nodded, setting his teacup down. “Rhysand said he thought you were doing okay, but I wanted to see for myself. See if there was anything you needed.”

“No, not that I can think of, but I am thankful for a visitor who isn’t trying to woo me with his stories of travel or bad poetry.” His back went rigid and Elain asked, “You aren’t here to read me bad poetry, are you?”

Her smile didn’t reach her eyes and Azriel hated how forced it was. The past few weeks had been extremely trying for Elain, and he could see how exhausted she was. Clearing his throat, he pulled the paper-wrapped parcel from the side of the couch and carried it over to her. “Not quite, though I do have a gift for you.”

Her eyebrows nearly shot into her hairline as she reached for it. “A gift?”

The genuine surprise on her face made Azriel chuckle as he sat on the rolled arm of the sette and nodded. “It’s something I’ve been working on at the Academy. I was going to turn it in as one of my final projects, but I’d rather you have it.”

She blinked. “Azriel, thank you. That’s incredibly kind.”

He laughed, quietly. “May not want to thank me until you’ve opened it. I truly hope I did my subject justice.”

Elain hesitated, but slowly tore the paper and stripped down the framed canvas. As it became unveiled, she gasped.

For a moment, she said not a word but her vision blurred as she beheld the painting.

Of her.

He had taken that portrait that he’d sketched at the start of the season and brought it to life. The likeness was uncanny. It was as if she was looking in a mirror of herself on that day, when she was overjoyed to be his subject.

“Azriel,” she breathed, and he did not move. “This is…this is beautiful. It’s exquisite. Thank you. Truly.”

He swallowed as a tear fell down her cheek. She shook her head, eyes leaving the painting for the first time since she’d laid eyes on it. Azriel watched her wistfully.

“You are most welcome,” he whispered.

Elain looked at him then, as he looked at her. He had been her one constant this season, there from the very beginning, with his charcoal-dusted fingers and shy smiles. He had been a good friend, a confidant of sorts, when she felt she couldn’t speak to her sisters. Things had become strained with him since her engagement to Cassian, and they were just starting to feel back to normal again.

All at once, her words from the last time they spoke came back to her.

Maybe I should marry you instead.

It had been a joke at the time, because she had been determined to marry for love again, but…

Elain tipped her head to the side, a motion that Azriel caught, his eyes following her every move.

No, she did not love Azriel, though she did care for him. But…she could see herself loving him.

Standing, she took a step towards him. “Azriel, I—”

The remaining door to the sitting room that was closed was thrown open as Feyre burst into the room.

“She’s awake.”

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@mariamuses @photofeesh @the-regal-warrior @gracie-rosee @irisofink @strawberries-and-reveries @zeppelin-and-unicorns @live-the-fangirl-life @cassianscool @clacings @argentumstella @cuppamelia @chillspritecranberry @emilyrose111294 @awesomelena555 @gengen64 @dontbenddontbreak @blueunoias @liliput2203 @sleeping-and-books @kindofawalkingpoem @thebitchydonutcollector @shedoessoshedoes @cretaceous-therapod @emily-gsh @annie-laur @impossiblehistoryofquotes @midnightrose-reader @beanl1 @shniya-hiiragi @towhateverend87 @deezrmuhsheeple @pintas3107 @sarcasm-is-the-best-insult @santkazoya @lady-winter-sunrise @themoonthestarsthesuriel @story-scribbler @swankii-art-teacher @lordof-bloodshed @sv0430 @dreammoutlouddd @katlady13 @lokisllama @mrspettyferr @missannieshay @live-the-fangirl-life @headinclouds48 @secretlycressdarnel @awesomethreedragons @lokisllama @littlehoneyybee @vicioux @cest-la-vieve @lokisllama @thewinterroza @aching-for-distance

#acotar series #fanfic #acotar #fanfiction #nessian #acowar #acomaf #sjm #elriel #feysand #period au #1800s au #19th century au #bridgerton au #shacmc collab

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pancake-breakfast · 11 months

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Stream-of-consciousness thoughts for Trigun Vol. 1, Chapters 7-8 below. (More detailed thoughts will be their own posts.)

Chapter 7: Rem

Who counts speed in decimal points of MPH?!

I'm laughing so hard over the ominous kyuru-kyuru-kyuru of the squeaking wheel.

IT WAS JUST A DISTRACTION!!!

Dang, that's so many communication tubes...

LOL, I can't believe Vash took the time to make a sign and stick it to one of the mook's backs.

"That blond twit" is probably one of the nicer things people have called Vash, TBF. I don't think that title would bother him much.

Heheheheheh, Vash just... randomly having high-tech lost technology tiny radio gadgets on him. Because of course he does.

This is true. Also, he probably doesn't want to. He should probably just explain by smiling and saying, "I'm Vash the Stampede!" That would probably be enough.

Aw, man. Things are already not going their way.

I love, love how strongly Vash reacts to realizing he accidentally injured someone badly. It hurts to see, but it tells us so much about his character.

Current favorite Vash Serious Pose:

Oh, child. Vash knows EXACTLY what he's doing and what the risks are.

Vash is telling Katie to remember Rem's name, but without context, it's just gonna be confusing for the kid.

I appreciate the little detail that, now that the injured peon is being treated for his wound, we see his face. Now he's no longer a faceless peon. Now he's a person.

I've seen other people say it, but I'm gonna say it, too. Vash is absolutely not underestimating people.

I love how Vash's face is covered in this panel. I love how it obscures our perception of how he's reacting to this. I love how hard this hits when you know his history.

"Your ticket to the future is always blank."

Yeah, Shinypants McGee gets it. He recognizes skill when he sees it.

Poor Vash has been running around too much with all this. He needs a nap and some juice. And... uh... medical treatment.

That... is the exact opposite of "the only clear room."

And yet, Vash's first concern is making sure Katie is safe.

Chapter 8: Duelists

Aww, colored Milly and Meryl!

And here the ship's captain is like, "Yep, I'm now putting all my hopes into the hands of some rando I haven't even met because he may or may not be giving Shinypants McGee trouble."

Someone's been dodging bullets again, I see...

Current favorite Vash Annoyed Pose:

Dear lord, this crotch shot. It's upsetting. Suffer with me (and the kid) as I post a picture of it.

Pfft. I'm pretty sure only a couple chapters back Vash was talking about how people's hearts in this world were so dry it made him wonder why folks go on living. I think he knows that reality isn't exactly pretty.

DERRINGER MERYL!!! DERRINGER MERYL!!!

LOL, Milly just inventing a cool name for herself on the spot.

Overlook today's events?? Why is she blaming Vash for today's events?! He's been doing his darndest to STOP today's events, and he certainly didn't put them in motion!

Hahahaha, seems like the peons didn't realize they were up against Mr. The Stampede.

Dang, Vash cutting right to the point there. He just straight-up deduces Shinypants McGee lost family in July. Shinypants denies it, but methinks this good sir doth protest too much.

Alas, no answers for anyone here.

Despite everything this guy's done, Vash trusts he'll honor the bargain of the duel and agrees to it.

I love that Meryl and Milly are still running around in their peon suits.

DRAMATIC COIN TOSS

Really, all Shinypants has to do is drag this out. He doesn't have to win. If he takes too long, the ship is lost regardless. But if he takes too too long, he'll go down with it.

This guy opens fire wildly, but Vash... he only shot a single bullet, yeah?

Oh, babygirl. Where's your band-aid??

Sure, he's honoring his bargain, but the situation just went from bad to worse.

#this is a terrible place to leave off but it's all i have time for tonight #trigunbookclub #trigun manga #volume 1 #pancake analysis

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What are you realistic thoughts on Charles winning the wdc this season?

ok, seems like i can't ignore these asks anymore:

well, this subject is a bit delicate from my perspective because it involves at least 3 nikkas. the nikka fan of charles, the nikka fan of the sport, and the nikka hater; so i'll try to be the most reasonable, moderate, and fair in this ask as i possibly can.

yesterday on the post of "reblog and tag the biggest red flag of the person you reblogged it from" friends were tagging me as "ferrari fan" and saying they don't know HOW i still have fate in them. being brutally honest here, i don't believe in ferrari. i believe in charles. it has to be clear so people can understand my point.

and charles is a put-together person and is always motivated. he has that thing in him that makes you believe in magic. he wants to win so bad, and win fair, and win with the team he loves. he is the kinda guy who i imagine on his knees in front of ferrari saying "if it's not to be with you, so i don't want it." and dear lord, i understand him completely. ferrari is the love of his life and he would do anything in his power to be a champion with them. i talked about it in my other asks but charles probably would have more wins in another team. but who cares? he doesn't want it. he wants to win at ferrari. he likes to win there and there only.

so the first point is: charles is wonderful, i love him with every piece of my heart and i can't even explain it sometimes. but above all, i respect him for being so loyal to his feelings. as i always say, he is awe-inspiring and a true romantic. he loves a lot, so intensely! but love is not everything.

as much as people think the contrary, f1 is not an individual sport. it is a team sport. the driver is the most vulnerable part of the said team. he depends on his engineer, on the pit crew, and massively on the car. so as much as charles is motivated and in love, he can't do the whole thing alone.

the easy answer here is no, we don't have any chance. the car isn't there and i can see the nuances of this season are showing us that, or red bull gets punished for their crimes (teehee dramatic), or something really absurd happens, or they'll win both championships (driver and constructors) once again. and no, they don't have any competition. not ferrari, not mercedes, and aston martin let it clear that fighting red bull is not on their plans. the competition is between verstappen and perez at this point.

but do you ask me, do you believe in charles? I DO. hell yes, i do! i saw him doing things, i saw him winning against adversities. i saw him growing in the presence of ominous circumstances. so it is in him, he is a champion and he'll be. maybe not this year, but in the other. it hurts me like hell seeing him struggling but at the same time, it gives me hope. i'm being sincere and putting my heart out here. charles is going to be okay no matter what. he is so strong and brave. not to remember that terf but he would be a purist gryffindor.

honestly, i'll be watching this season for the sake of being delusional about charles to protect my peace and all. but deep down i know how it all works. it can be read as a conspiracy theory, but i'm not dumb, no one here is dumb. i'm glad that vasseur (and ferrari partially) are protecting charles as the way they should. he is the one trying something with the car. pushing on qualis, trying to establish positions, understanding it will not work in dirty air, enduring and embracing the spot ferrari is in right now... etc, etc, etc. charles is the right driver, and quoting seb "i hope he gets the car he deserves"

now i don't know if i indeed answered these questions as i should. i would say that realistically speaking we don't have any chance. but in the end, i can't be completely realistic when charles is the subject.

#anons thank you for asking but just for you to know: this ask took me 5 years of life i feel exhausted of this situation #charles leclerc #scuderia ferrari #f1 talk #anon <3 #asks

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blueberry-lavender · 1 year

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Hi! A bit late, but welcome to posting on Tumblr! I hope you're having fun and doing well ;)

I saw you're taking requests for Xander? I was wondering if you could write some fluff with him,,, maybe his SO comforting him after getting crowned as king. Y'know, stuff like him doubting if he could do better than his father, and worried about Nohr's future in general. And SO being there for him to give him some love,,, he deserves it!! He is a good man and he deserves to be reminded often.

One-shot or hc's, whatever works best for you! Female or gender neutral reader is okay too.

Have a lovely day/night and thank you ;>

Crowned Comfort - Part I

A/N: Ah! This is so cute! I'm going to write this as a one-shot, and the reader is neutral. Thank you for being my first request Anon! I simp for Xander so hard oml. This was so long! I'll get Part II out before Xmas.

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This was the night of the coronation. Everyone was lively, excited to celebrate the new King of Nohr. Everyone was invited, and oh my lord that is a lot of people. Not everyone came, just reading it in the paper was enough for them. Hoshidan royalty, Hinoka and Sakura, came too. They were enjoying themselves, talking to knights, retainers, and royalty alike. The room was fun, and the people radiated that energy (especially Elise, she was off the walls.) Everyone was having fun.

Everyone except Xander.

He was a wreck. Every time he talked to someone he was terrified of making a mistake. He was all over the room. Hosting, conversing, laughing, commanding, everything. He was sitting in his chair (almost a throne, much more adorned than the others), and he showed many signs of nervousness. His hands trembled in his lap, his heartbeat pounded in his head, he wasn't really breathing, and his brain had stopped working like it used to. Or it was going a million miles per hour. No in-between.

While he was standing looking at the ballroom being cleared from it's tables to get ready for the dancing, he felt a soft tap on his shoulder.

"Hmm?" he hummed as he turned his head.

"Xander?" Y/n asked softly with a concerned look on their face.

"Oh, Y/n, darling you startled me. Do you need something?"

"Yes, actually. I need you to come with me."

"Dear, I'm sorry but I'm busy at the momen-"

"No you're not." Y/n tugged his arm and rolled their eyes.

"But-"

"No."

Y/n glared at him with a look he knew he would get in trouble with if he kept arguing. There weren't many people in the room, only the work staff. The guests were all in the front of the castle watching a jester's performance with fire. An easy slip-away was very possible with these conditions.

"What did you need?" Xander asked with the most unaware concern ever.

"You! You can't expect to run a whole night with no break in between can you? Let's keep walking." Y/n almost scolded him.

"Y/n." Xander held onto their upper arm, "I appreciate the sentiment, but I must get back. People need me to oversee."

"Well," Y/n took his hand, "Good thing I told Leo exactly what to do while you're away." They smiled.

Staring at each other, Xander had a break of a smirk on his face.

"What did you need to speak with me about so badly then?" He spoke calm and low.

Without responding, Y/n wrapped around him. A little shocked, he nuzzled his face in their neck.

Then he realized.

With him slowly tearing up, Y/n reached up and started messing with his hair. He almost latched onto her, like this is all he needed in life at the moment.

"It's okay." Y/n whispered to him. "You're doing amazing. I'm so proud of you."

"I don't think Father would be." He choked out between his gasps for air.

Even though Garon was insane in his last bit of life, that wasn't really him. Xander still valued him as his father, not as a traitor. Of course, the trauma of it all was still relatively new, so Xander hadn't really come to terms with any of it yet. Good thing Y/n is there.

"Oh my goodness," Y/n whispered to herself. "He is so proud of you. And so is Queen Katerina. I know they are so happy for and with you."

"You can't speak for the dead." Xander sounded almost upset over that fact.

"True. And neither can you, so stop saying they don't like what you're doing. You're doing your best. And most of all, I'm proud of you."

Still in that hug, Xander hugged tighter. Y/n returned the favor.

"I love you, Xander, you know that?" Y/n backed away to look at his eyes when she said it.

"I love you too, Y/n." Tears still in his eyes, he kissed her to feel a little better.

After breaking, Y/n grabbed onto his arms with hers.

"Do you want to talk about this later, too? I think the ballroom's ready." Y/n brought them both back to reality.

"Of course. On one condition." Xander perked up, smiling.

"Oh? And what would that be?" Y/n laughed through their words.

"If you dance with me for the night."

Laughing, Y/n nodded their head. And off they went their separate ways, to go and prepare to have a lovely night.

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Ah! I can't wait to write part two! Have a good day/night/evening!

#i love this so much #xander fire emblem #fire emblem #xander #x reader #x y/n #fluff #xander x reader

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darth-atarah · 2 years

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EPISTULAE - Those Five Years

A series of letters my characters send to each other or to some companions between 16 and 21 ATC, while the Outlander is frozen in carbonite. I may write more of them in the future as I figure out what everyone of them was doing, and I will update this post.

See the end for some notes.

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The Force has spoken to me once more. For what our differences are, I know it has spoken to you as well.

I am going into hiding, and bring those who want to follow me. You may criticize me for my cowardice or inertness in your next letter if you wish, but I hope one day I can explain you my reasons for such a choice in person, and that you will understand.

For the first time in months, the path is clear. It is now the moment for us to retire, so we can return stronger in the future, and fight once more.

“When the Faithful shall doubt

When the Proud shall rest in pride

and the One who once escaped will dare to look behind,

The Spark shall ignite once again”

This is what my visions said to me, this is the time when we will act. Though when this future will come, I do not know. For now, all I can hope is that, when the signs will manifest, you and I will be able to recognize them.

Until then, stay safe.

S.N.

[Classified dispatch delivered to Darth Nox, 18 ATC]

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Theron,

I had good news from my sister, more or less. Some days ago, a group of Zakuulans arrived to her enclave, disguised as refugees. They definitely knew were to look and for who. Sofia obviously had them spitting out everything in a matter of hours with all that charm of her. I would have opted for a blaster to their heads, but that’s not the point.

They’re deserters, Theron, DESERTERS. And apparently willing to give some infos you and Lana might want to hear, but let’s leave the rest for when we meet in person. Those fuckers already know too much about my businesses for my own tastes.

As if we hadn’t our hands full already, their leader says one of the damn Knights is hunting him down. We have to move quickly, I’ll find a way to have him brought here, so I can see for myself if this guy is as useful as Sof says. She also kept mentioning some Force vision and one of those cryptic poems she writes, but I think I’ll keep relying on facts.

Whatever blasted hell you are in, fly safe.

Elias

[Message delivered to Theron Shan’s personal shuttle, 19 ATC]

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Malavai,

By the time you read this, I will already be in the Unknown Regions.

I know I will disappoint you with my decision, and as I leave Dromund Kaas that is my only regret. But my instincts have never betrayed me, and it is my intention to follow them, even if this time they bring me far from you, from our son and our home.

For the first time, Lana and Theron seem to have a true lead. A part of me still refuses the idea of a single Jedi being the key of this war, but I am willing to take the risk if this can save the Empire from its degrading condition.

I now speak to you not as your Lord, not as the Empire’s Wrath, but just as a wife, and a mother. In the name of what we shared, I ask you to read carefully.

This message will automatically delete as soon as you close it. For no reason you must be linked to my actions in any way. If there is any affection for me left in your heart, do not try to reach out to me until I do it myself. Do not try to find me, or send agents trying to.

Take our son and leave Kaas City. To defy the Council has consequences, the capital is NOT safe.

Watch over Vidarr and stay safe, my love.

Rhy’Lis

[Automatic message sent to Captain Malavai Quinn’s personal frequency, 19 ATC]

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Consider yourself lucky, for your husband had the sense to contact me instead of his dear High Command before the whole Empire could learn about your foolish act.

I won’t even begin to explain how much of what we were planning is now undone. I thought you had come to terms with your mistake of favoring Acina, years ago. All she was able to do was condemning us all to this humiliating subjection. Your support to my claim as Emperor would have been invaluable, since every other remaining Lord seems to lack any sense or nerve in these times. In light of your recent actions and the chaos that will succeed, I have no other choice than to keep working in the shadows.

But it is not my intention to send my army after you, or the Intelligence, not for the moment, even if it would be my pleasure to scold you in person. Another one already came to me before, sure that what you, Shan and Beniko intend to do it is the ultimate solution to turn the tables of this conflict. I remain skeptical about said “solution”, but should you succeed in your search, I will follow the developments with great interest.

I will do what I can so no one learns about your true purpose. However, I don’t think I will be able to do much for the reputation you shall gain in the eyes of the Dark Council and of the Empress. Most likely, they will decide to mark you as a traitor when Zakuul comes to us, demanding explanations for the sudden absence of the Wrath.

I trust you won’t be foolish enough to answer this message. I will wait for more favorable times, should you hear from me again.

Nox

[Encrypted message delivered to the Empire’s Wrath personal ship, 20 ATC]

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It has to be tonight, Elara.

We finally have a lead. If what I learned from Theron and Lana is true, we are closer to Master Mynehart than ever before.

My family got us an unregistered ship that will be ready by the end of the day, settled on a route for Zakuul. No one will stop us at the spaceport.

Aric and Yuun are coming too, and I was able to persuade the others. We’ll leave Forex behind for now, too many risks. And I heard nothing from Tanno.

I am aware of the position I am putting you in, but this inertness is sickening to say the least. Havoc’s dismissal was the last insult; as a soldier of the Republic I can’t tolerate this situation any longer.

Docking bay 61-b, 20.00

I trust to see you there, my friend.

Clotilde

[Message delivered to Sergeant Elara Dorne, later turned in to Supreme Commander Jace Malcom, 20 ATC]

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THE SPARK IGNITES ONCE AGAIN

[Transmission repeated on every available frequency approximately 48 hours after the Outlander’s escape, 21 ATC. Zakuulan Intelligence wasn’t able to detect the exact source]

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NOTES:

Battlemaster Phoebe Mynehart is the Outlander.

My Sith Warrior, Rhy’Lis Akrasia, joined Lana and Theron on their search for the Outlander.

Barsen’thor Sofia Naerie and Domiras Kallig aka Darth Nox have been secretly in contact, exchanging informations and trying to limit the sabotage actions between the Republic and the Empire. Rumor has it that they have been emotionally involved.

My Smuggler, Elias Naerie, is Sofia’s older brother and helps her by smuggling goods and transporting refugees to various safehouses around the Galaxy.

Clotilde Feyre, my Trooper, remained in command of Havoc Squad, and is an open opposer to the peace treaties with Zakuul.

#swtor #star wars the old republic #swtor oc #the old republic #oc: phoebe mynehart #oc: rhy’lis akrasia #oc: sofia naerie #oc: domiras kallig #oc: Clotilde Feyre #swtor outlander #knights of the fallen empire #knights of the eternal throne #swtor kotfe #swtor kotet #slight canon divergence #swtor fanfiction #swtor writing #swtor worldbuilding #yes the poem is terrible but I didn’t come up with anything better lmao

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