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ressonancee · 11 months

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BF! WONWOO hanging out on lazy days 18+ mdi

lazy sundays were you completely favorite. everybody hated sundays, the dreaded week lurking the feeling of the rest day just ending.

but you learned to love sundays. sundays meant late and lazy breakfast in bed, it meant snuggle in hoodies all day, it meant not getting out of the house, it meant laying in the sofa all day reading with your boyfriend between your legs.

you started reading a book that your boyfriend and also bookworm gifted to you; "I just thought you would enjoy it" he said while giving it to you as he arrived from his last leg of his tour "I brought in a pretty bookshop in New York, it has a nice coffee in it, you would love it, we should go together in your next vacation" and your heart sweell nicely thinking about your boyfriend just going around New York thinking about you.

wonwoo rubbed himself against your stomach, claiming for your attettion. "this book is boring" he said, leaving the book on the floor. "I mean it's not boring but I already know who is the killer" he continued, putting his hand inside your hoodie and on your skin, making your heart buzz a little and making you shrink a little.

"mine is pretty fine, you made a good choice" you said ignoring your boyfriend lifting his hand to your rib cage and depositing a brief kiss against the line of your sweatpants.

"yeah? did you liked you present baby?" he said while his hand travelled through your body, his fingertips touching the valley between your bobs and resting against your neck. "i always think of you when i see pretty things."

"you know i liked wonu, i almost cried when you showed me the whole bag you brought back full of presents." you saying running your fingers thought his short hair, he almost never used liked that and you dont know why but made you more attatched to it. wonwoo laughed, that almost scoffing sound full of air.

"that's what my baby deserves" he kissed your stomach and retreated his hand just so he could grab you by the hips with both hands. "I'm such a nice boyfriend, and yet you leave me bored out of my mind because of a book." he said playing with the hem of your pants.

"you are acting like I ignored you for an hour." you finally bookmark the page of your book knowing that it is a lost fight. You are not reading a sentence anymore.

"not a hour" your boyfriend finally gets off the sofa just so he can take off your pants, he lays between your legs again and he presses a kiss against you clothed pussy making you catch your breath. "a few minutes at least"

"not even five minutes baby" you complain while opening more your legs so your boyfriend gets comfortable, he just squirm a little and plant his big hands in your thighs.

"more than twenty for sure." he says while he travel his fingers against your clothed pussy, putting more pressure at your clitoris making you whimper pathetically.

"not that much." somehow even to yourself your voice sound pitiful, wonwoo barely did anything to you and somehow you are almost begging already.

"did so." he says without leaving his fingers against your pussy, and you can almost feel his fingertip through the cloth, the way your wetness is spreading somehow makes you feel that the cloth is getting thinner, almost disappearing but still not enough. "I love watching you." he pauses and presses a kiss in your pussy, and you feel his wet tongue against you. "you are so pretty all over, I just can't take my eyes off you" he says as he presses his fingers against your entrance.

"not fair." you protest while your fingers find solace in the pillow by your head.

"what baby?" he tuts. "cant i find my girlfriend pretty?" he says while he finally pushes your panty to the side. he pinches your pussy. "so fucking pretty and so fucking messy."

"wonu" you protest again feelling a little faint, a little dumb like you always gets when wonwoo talks to you like that, with his voice low like he is telling you a secret making your insides coil.

"fucking love your pussy" he says before finally putting his mouth against you, hot breath fanning over your pussy until you feel his tongue between your folds. and its like being submersed in a way, searching for air but not getting enough. wonwoo pushes your legs up and you come back to reality a little bit, the way his fingers presses against your flesh anchors you.

"god" wonwoo murmurs. "i could live like that" he says while his fingers left your thigh and comes to grope at your pussy, pressing his palm against your puffy lips. "could live eating you out" he says against your thights while you feel his fingers at your entrance, and he push just a little, making you go a tad bit crazy, putting your arms above your head and arching your back, trying to make his finger go in just a little bit more. "don't worry baby I will give It to you."

And you just feel a little bit more out of your mind, a little more hot, a little more denraged, the way his speaks to you just make you squirm because his voice is so full of adoration, like every word is just full of lust that make you clench and you just give up feeling his hot mouth against you, his tongue going against your folds. He keeps lapping at your pussy like he is getting so fucking drunk, you lock eyes with him and he just suck your clit while you feel his second finger aagainst you.

"baby please-" you finally beg and you dont even need to finish because wonwoo just knows what you need and his just put his second finger in you, and in a way it feels so much but not enough, you feel so tight, like every muscle of your body is working. You give up, you just need a little bit more, so you trail your hands against yourself, searching, you put your hand inside your hoodie, finding your boobs and squeezing.

wonwoo mouth leaves your pussy and you whine, his free hands lifting up your hoodie so he can watch you playing with yourself. His eyes travel between your hands and pussy like he can't make a choice. "fuck" he laughs a little "you are just so hot." and he just bite the skin at your hips. "so wet and taking my fingers so well" he changes his position and presses his hand against your tigh so you open your legs for him. "look at you" he coos "you have such a pretty cunt." He says while he keeps fucking your with his fingers. You whine again, feeling desperated, hasty, but you are just at the end of the cliff almost falling and wonwoo just know, he takes his other hand and just pinch at your clit making your moan. "come on baby, you can do it, just a little one and i give you my cock hun? just know you gonna take it so well gonna split you open in a little bit."

and you just fall apart thinking about the way his dick would feel.

#wonwoo smut #wonwoo fanfic #wonwoo fluff #seventeen fanfic #seventeen smut #authors note: so this is my first fic? so be kind!!!#second: im not a native english speaker so any grammar erros please just point it out its okay not gonna cry if you do it #third: i just think wonwoo would praise and spoil the hell of his gf #also minors dont interact #and the last one is probably would do better next time with warnings and content resume but like i just typed that on a whinper in the -#tumblr app so forgive me #t: writting #t: seventeen #t: jeon wonwoo

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hanafubukki · 27 days

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Happy Three Year Anniversary 🥹💚🌺

It’s my three year anniversary since I first started writing fanfics on tumblr. I think back about the first time I published fanfics on here and everyone I met along the way because of that one moment of time.

When I took that step to allow myself to express/be myself and publish something I wrote. It led to meeting so many wonderful people here and irl and I am forever grateful to myself and to all of you.

I am forever grateful for all the encouragement you all give me and I can’t say it enough. Be it comments, asks, reblogs, likes, tagging or what have you.

Everyday is fun and brings a smile to my face. I look forward to the future because of it.

So really, thank you everyone. I’m so happy to have met and interacted with you and hope to continue to do so ☺️💚🌺

#Hana announces #I always feel a bit shy posting stuff like this but I really am grateful and wanted to express myself #I’ve been on tumblr longer than three years but only just started writing again after more than a decade and realized my anniv for my first #fanfic was coming and #been feeling very nostalgic lately and very grateful for everything and all I have met #I have been having so much fun the last several years #its that joy i can hold onto always despite the hard times #thank you again 💞💞💚💚#will probably change some stuff around on my masterlist and profile #and edit mt pin post too #to make it more succinct #but that will be weekend Hana worries

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topaz-mutiny · 3 months

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Okay so for me this is less an actual fanfic thing and more an opinion of mine being put through the lens of these characters, because my brain won’t stay quiet, and things that have happened in the campaign so far have changed my thoughts on how I feel about interactions between the characters. I used to be incredibly neutral on this, until we learned of the existence of a primordial fire shard.

So the TL;DR of my argument is: Ashrym now, Callowmoore later, after the characters, the cast, and some fans stop being weird and overly-pushy with the “it’s destiny” thing.

Maybe you agree, maybe you don't. Maybe you change your mind, if not nbd.

Contains spoilers up to and including episode 85 of Bells Hells. Nothing happens beyond a lot of swearing.

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There wasn’t really any discussion between Bells Hells about where to camp and rest after this terrifying, extensive, exhausting day – only a collective effort to finagle everyone through the waterspout and into the portal that Fearne had discovered. From there it was easy to emerge from the mountain lake and find what looked like a decent spot to set up camp.

Fearne offered to stay up on watch first; she needed some time to think about what happened today. She didn’t like feeling scared. And today definitely had a lot of things that scared her.

First watch went by relatively fine, which was a relief since Fearne was so pre-occupied, and then it was time to wake up those who would be on second-watch. She watched Ashton be roused, and he wandered to a decent spot to take up watch. Looking around, he seemed far away from the other person up on watch, and everyone else was settled into sleep. They were, perhaps, far enough away that the two of them could have a brief conversation before she cuddled up with Orym.

Her quiet approach was ruined by a yawn that escaped her mouth. She really was exhausted like everyone else, but this felt important. “Hey.” She said through the end of her yawn.

“Hey.” They grunted back. “Aren’t you heading to bed?”

“Maybe in a little bit.” Fearne resisted another yawn. And then, “Today was a little fucked up.” Ashton gave out a deep, gravelly chuckle.

“Yeeeaah. Yeah it was.” He said. “Fuck.” Fearne noticed a quick side-eye Ashton gave her, and they looked… worried. “Didn’t think you wanted to talk so soon after… fuck, you know.” They shrugged ineffectually.

Shit, right. She steepled her fingers, tapping them together as she thought about it.

“Okay, well, I maybe am still a little bit mad about it.” Fearne refrained from saying who she was mad at, maybe even mad at multiple people. She had looked away, but still caught the flinch in Ashton’s reaction. “But that’s not what I wanna talk about. I wanna talk about…” about what? The Ludinus funnel? FCG almost dying right in front of her (though she Had A Plan, she thought, don’t worry about it)? Otohan’s reaction to her being Ruidusborn? What that meant when butted up against the reality that she was a designer-baby? “… stuff.”

“… Okaaay?” Ashton looked hapless.

“IthinkIwannatalkaboutdestiny” Fearne blurted out. Ashton blinked at her. “I mean, I wanna talk about me. Stuff I’m being told about me. Stuff that’s–“ making me scared, she omits “– that I don’t think I like very much.”

“Ah.” There was a shift in Ashton’s posture, and they looked a lot more comfortable. Empathetic. That’s why Fearne singled out Ashton after all, they too kind of were dealing, dealt with, this stuff too. Even though she was still mad about it.

“When we were trying to get away from Otohan, she said something that kind of fucked me up a little.” Fearne started explaining, “She said I was, like, central to some of their plans? And it made me think about how I was made, instead of born, and… and I don’t like it.” She doubly didn’t like it, because wasn’t Imogen supposed to be the one central to their plans? The super special savior of Predathos? “What the fuck am I supposed to do with that?”

There was a small pause.

“I’m not sure if I’m allowed an opinion on this shit anymore.” Ashton finally responded, “The last time I got fucked up by this destiny bullshit I…” he suddenly got very quiet “… exploded. Fuckin’ literally.”

Yes, we know, Ashton. We were there. Fearne thought about his agonized confession that they’d rather die than hurt Fearne like that. During Fearne’s watch, Fearne had started to worry that she might be next, and she absolutely did not want to hurt her friends (especially Orym) like that. Her brows furrowed.

“I think something or someone is pushing me to explode.”

“You… want me to keep an eye out?”

“Maybe. I dunno.”

“Fearne, fuck, whatever you want me to fuckin’ do, just tell me.” Ashton’s stare was intense, serious. As Fearne peered a little closer she noticed his body language screamed regret, anxiety, pleading. Like they’d do anything for anyone of the Hells, please don’t leave them.

Fearne huffed. “I don’t know! Maybe I just wanted to tell someone, and I told you, because you got a little messed up and now I’m getting messed up too.” Ashton nodded, as though that made sense, though Fearne could still sense the tension.

There was a significantly longer pause. Fearne made no move to go to bed. Yet. And eventually was the first to speak up again.

“And I also wanted to talk now because if it were any other time I think the others would push us to kiss or something right about now.” Fearne looked at Ashton. Ashton cleared their throat, embarrassment flushing his cheeks.

“Ah, yeah. They can mind their own fuckin’ business.”

“It is a little weird.”

Ashton was turning redder. Purple-r? Dark green-er? Fearne forgot what color his blush was and couldn’t see well enough in the dark.

“Plus there’s that shard bullshit.” Ashton said.

“Huh?”

“Everyone started getting really weird about us after these fucking shards became a thing. More destiny bullshit.”

“Oh.” That’s right. The shards were from Primordial lovers, or something. Bells Hells didn’t just make that up, did they?

He doesn’t say it out loud, but Fearne could easily imagine Ashton saying “Fuck destiny.” They definitely seemed like they were resisting saying something. Being nice? Or thinking that they don’t deserve to have an opinion? Would they have been okay with it if their friends were just regularly cajoling and these lover shards didn’t exist?

Well, that kind of sucks.

Despite her lingering anger over The Shard Incident, what she told Chetney afterwards was still true. She liked him a little bit, whatever that meant. And she still maybe wanted to do things that made them happy. Maybe. A little. And it didn’t seem like a full-on Laudna and Imogen style relationship was going to do that; would probably make them feel even more uncomfortable and think it’s all just because of the shards and not that they kind of maybe like each other for realsies.

It was kind of hard to realize that was what she was feeling, but now that she articulated it to Chetney, it was a lot easier to notice. And that Ashton might kind of sort of feel the same? But they’re refusing to act on it now because of the shards.

“Yeah, fuck destiny.” Fearne says. Ashton starts to look relieved. Maybe they can talk about it later, after they talk about The Shard Incident and she stops feeling mad at them and herself, after the topic of the shards becomes a vague background memory to everyone else. An intrusive thought streaks through her mind – the thought that she’d be fine if they just became friends with benefits – and maybe she’d think about that later when she’s not mad. Maybe.

She was feeling a little better, to her relief. Now that someone else besides FCG knows what Otohan said to her, it felt a bit less like she was going to get strangled by her own worries. But she didn’t want to go to bed yet.

What she did want to do right now was make Ashton happy. And her own feelings weren’t the only things Fearne had started to notice. And realized she probably would have noticed retroactively. The shards, currently, were a problem, for one way to make Ashton happy right now. But there was another way that kind of sounded fun to get the ball rolling, at least until they could talk more. Ashton seemed about ready to tell her to go to bed, the start of an inhale.

Zero warning. No decorum. Fearne dove in headfirst as she always does.

“So when are you going to tell Orym that you like him?”

Ashton’s inhale became a strangled noise of coughing as he started choking on their own spit. Fearne, for her part, looked Absolutely Innocent (mischievous) as the genasi struggled to quiet their coughs before it could wake up the entire group, or draw the attention of the other person on watch.

“Fearne, what the fuck?” Ashton’s voice was pitched low to a panicked whisper, hoarse from coughing.

“What?” Perfectly innocent smile. Ashton tried to wheeze back an answer, but couldn’t through trying to suppress more coughing, and failing to suppress the extreme flustered blush that now covered their entire face, obvious even in the darkness. “If everyone wasn’t so focused on the shards I’m pretty sure they would’ve noticed too.”

“But – fuck – I don’t… where did… he’s–“ Ashton stuttered. They covered their face with their hands and groaned, “The fuck do you mean?”

“What do you mean what do I mean?”

“You’re saying I, fuck, I… fucking…”

“Like Orym, my very best friend.”

“That. What does that mean? And might fuckin not, you don’t know. I don’t know. Fuck!”

Fearne thought about it. She didn’t know like, a definition.

“You don’t know?” she asked.

“No. Maybe? No.” his emphatic response.

“But you’re feeling something.” Ashton tried crushing their face even further into their hands.

“And what the fuck is it?” Ashton demanded. Their hands still covered their face, absolutely refusing to look at her. He almost looked like he wanted to run off the nearest cliff.

Hmm. Did Ashton seriously know less about these kinds of feelings than she did? Was that what he was trying to explain?

“It’s like…” Fearne thought about the little tryst she had with Deanna and Chetney. It was fun, and glorious, and she was excited, but… no, not exactly what she was asking about Ashton and Orym. She thought about Imogen and Laudna, and their recent admission to being together. That was kind of it, but didn’t seem like the right kind of description. Fearne thought about why she brought this up in the first place.

“It’s like, wanting to hang out a bit more…” she began. Ashton looked like he was glaring at her through his hands, but it was probably still out of embarrassment. He was paying very close attention to what she was saying. “… and also, maybe, saying and doing nice things for someone, just because. Something chaotic and random." Ashton removed their hands from their face and settled on having their arms crossed. Their face was still darkened with a blush, but were at least willing to show it now. Was there anything else? “And sometimes it feels like you drank a hard liquor and your stomach gets all hot, but you never even get tipsy.”

Ashton still looked like they wanted to throw themselves off a cliff.

“Does that sound familiar?” Fearne asked when Ashton failed to respond to her rambling. Some small night bird let out a haunting call.

Ashton mumbled something under their breath, at last, but Fearne couldn’t hear.

“Ashton?”

“… You’re really gonna make me fuckin say it out loud, aren’t you?” Ashton grumbled.

“You don’t have to.” Fearne said. She thought about Chetney. “But it might help.”

“Fuuuck.” Ashton pinched the bridge of his nose before looking away, refusing to make eye contact with the impossible faun. “So, maybe, hypothetically, some of what you said sounds a little fucking familiar.”

“And?”

“And maybe, I might tell Orym about it.”

“Soon?”

“This is a big fucking maybe, Fearne. Besides, you remember what Orym said, right?” and now, Ashton was questioning her.

“About what?”

“About whether or not it’s okay to miss Dorian.”

It kind of crushed her soul to remember Orym’s confession. She missed Dorian lots, oh so much, and she was pretty sure Orym did too. Orym was her best friend, and they traveled so much together. And he still felt… guilty. Over being a widower and having new friends and family (and maybe more?). But he also said how horrifically lonely he was, even with Fearne there right beside him.

She looked at Orym, curled up by the fire, and frowned.

“Maybe that’s something you two can talk about. After you tell him what you’re feeling.” Fearne offered. Ashton looked skeptical. Like he was thinking he would immediately fuck everything up. “Orym’s not going to be mean about it, I don’t think.”

“No,” Ashton agreed, “He’s going to be sad and guilty about it. And then I’m gonna feel fucking sad and guilty about it.”

Fearne smiled, “I think that’s why Orym needs his friends, Ashton. To help him feel less sad and guilty.”

“Orym would disagree.”

“I’m not saying he should stop feeling those things. Will was very important to Orym. Still is important. But… it’s eating him alive.”

“Hmm.”

“He might do something stupid and reckless because of it.”

“You think Orym’s a time bomb?”

“Maybe a little one.” Fearne sighed, then walked up to Ashton and pointed at his chest. “Tell him you like him. It’ll be good for you. Whatever happens after, happens after, so don’t worry about it right now.”

“I don’t even know if that’s true.” Ashton shrugged, leaning away. “But fine, I maybe. Might. Might, Fearne.” He stressed as Fearne started smiling deviously at him.

Good enough, she supposed. “Ooookaay then. Have a good night.” She sauntered over to the sleeping Orym, and began to curl over him to sleep, leaving Ashton standing in the moonlight, thinking.

Fearne was feeling a lot better.

#critical role #fearne calloway #ashton greymoore #orym of the air ashari #ashrym #callowmoore #bells hells #me last week: fuck I think I ship Ashrym now #you can probably tell I'm not a fan of soulmate or destined bonds stuff #and Ashton learned their lesson about recklessly chasing destiny #Ashton “Fuck Destiny” Greymoore is a mood #also Fearne would absolutely be the instigator of shenanigans #will Orym speak up first or will Ashton speak up first? Both are incorrect: The real answer is Fearne #honestly after Orym's confessions any ship with him is going to be a Long Burn that could rival Perc'ahlia #thanks for coming to my Ted Talk disguised as a fanfic

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lilacthebooklover · 4 months

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@charismabee and i have a sacred rule around shipping. it is simple, undeniable, unbreakable. it is that "rivals" is nothing more than secret code for "lovers". this has infected so many of my fandoms, turned everything on its head. my brain is infested with crackships that somehow make sense. it's reached a point where i can no longer read the word "rival" without viewing it under this lens. ah, yes, the rivals from my favourite book as a kid? they're GAY. the childhood best friend lawyers who became rivals out of circumstance? they're GAY. the cringefail anime fan and the jock he's declared his greatest rival? they're GAY. the embodiment of truth and purity and the evil, deceit-centred parallel to his soul? they're GAY. the list goes on.

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pigeonsareevil · 9 months

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Man, i dont know wether everyone noticed this and im just dumb and oblivious or if im being completely delusional but i think im realising why Dutch trusted Micah so much even when Hosea and Arthur complained about it.

I think what he thought, was that this is going to be a similar scenario to many other gang members in the past when they first joined.

Im not sure but thinking about it, there are many people in the gang that i feel like when they joined, Hosea and Arthur weren't happy about, but they proved themselves to the gang and changed for the better so the older members accepted them.

Hell, this could have been the case with Arthur too. Hosea mentions he was a wild delinquent when they took him in but he changed and that makes me think that Hosea originally didnt want Arthur to join them, but Dutch saw something in this feral orphan, took him in and soon enough, even Hosea grew fond of him. Even came to love him as a son.

I feel like it took a lot of convincing from Dutch to let Arthur stay but when he did, and he saw the man Arthur became, Dutch probably started believing that there is good in everyone and everyone is capable of changing for the better if they are given the chance, that is of course, if he didnt already believe in that.

That is probably how we ended up with many of the gang members who cause a bit of trouble or aren't really contributing to the gang or just the ones Hosea and Arthur arent really fond of. Specific names that come to mind are Bill, Sean and Swanson. Now im definetely not saying i dislike these characters. Nor am i saying that Sean or Bill dont contribute or that Arthur and Hosea dislike Swanson or Sean or anything like that but you get the idea.

Dutch, to me, seems way more open to strangers and troubled people, good example of this is Sadie, he didn't even hesitate about taking her in, she was in trouble and needed help, he didn't care that he didn't know her and she could potentially figure out who they are and tell the law about them (she wouldn't do that of course but someone else could have been in her place, you know) or Maybe even Kieran, who used to be member of their a rival gang but people told Dutch he saved Arthurs life so he let him stay with them. Of course they didnt trust Kieran as much but just the fact that he let him live after, even more, he let him live AND stay with them when he clearly didnt't have to shows that he is way more trusting of strangers whereas Hosea and Arthur are way more protective of the people already in the gang, protecting them from these strangers.

Seems to me like Dutch saw Micah, says the man saved his life? I think? And thought: "there is some goodness inside this person, he just needs an opportunity and a place to change for the better, even if Arthur and Hosea dont agree and say i should cut him loose, what kind of person would i be, preaching about giving people who were wronged by their life and this country a second chance yet throwing this person away after messing up a few times. It took other people in this gang months, even years to change and they did change, Hosea and Arthur used to complain but now those people are a part of their family so why shouldn't i give this person a chance?"

This of course, could have been the case had Micah actually wanted to change from his habbits and break away from his past but i think it is clear that from his dialougue he is happy being just the way he is. He just kept telling Dutch he wants to change so Dutch would let him stay and and Dutch, believing him, dragged the whole gang to destruction because of this, because he put so much time and effort into trying to help, change and save someone who didn't need it

#i wrote this on school breaks with minimal amount of sleep so sorry if this is stupid and gramatically incorrect i wasnt really checking it #i just had this thought while reading fanfics last night about Hosea and Dutch meeting Arthur #Hosea not wanting him at first but growing to love him and Dutch having to convince Hosea to let Arthur stay #guess i saw some parallels in that #there is probably more i could say about this but im forgetting it so ill update this if i figure it out #dutch van der linde #micah bell #arthur morgan #hosea mathews #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 #stupid emo mango lover ate my brain #now he lives in my head rent free #im not complaining though

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eirianerisdar · 8 months

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Finally finished the newest chapter of Icarus and it's a whopping 13620 words

Waiting for my beta reader twin to come back from work so we can do a final once over then post

Maxiel and Brocedes and Princess Cake truthers you're in for a treat

#by treat I mean it'll probably wreck everyone but BOI AM I EXCITED #I couldn't cut this chapter anywhere it is one long draw of angst and whump and pained revelations from the first word to the last #I'll make a tumblr post once I've posted #f1 #f1 fanfic #f1 wingfic #f1 wing au #icarus #daniel ricciardo #max verstappen #lewis hamilton #nico rosberg #jenson button #maxiel #brocedes #princess cake #my post #writing

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n0brainjustvibes · 2 months

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Do you have any hand jumper rarepairs that you ship

Hm, not really, I don't think? I'm not much of a shipper myself, I just wait around until someone else convinces me of a good pairing.

In terms of uncommon character interactions, I have been considering a "Jaeil survives and joins Samin's gang" AU, though by "considering" I mean the thought has vaguely occurred to me. No logistics shaken out yet. Heck, I don't even know if he'd go for Samin's group >.<. But there are some interactions there!

In terms of uncommon(?) attraction that doesn't turn into a full ship, I'm going into my Iseul Finds Out AU intending for Iseul to have an itty-bitty crush on Sayeon, mainly 'cause it gives extra motivation for him not to give up on her.

#asks #hand jumper #fanfic ideas #sayeon & ryujin are definitely attracted to one another in that fic too #but sayeon at least is deep in the denial #hm. you could probably get mildly compelling iseul x jungwoo from the stuff in my last iseul effortpost...#HOLY SHIT JUNGWOO X MIN...?#'his first exposure to unfiltered violence' I'm just sayingg

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tired-twili · 2 years

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OMG CONGRATS ON 200!!

so like since you've read ttya maybe your fav scene or shot or something idk plz 🥺🥺🥺

If not, it's okay, I'll be okay...

JDJEKSOA IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK ME SO LONG. But here's a little snipped of my favorite moment ;-; might have to click for better quality

I was complelty fine after this fic ;u; I wasn't left sobbing on the floor hehe djskkskwksb This moment was just so sweet and peaceful for them T-T

But if your in the mood for a slow burn romance where the ending may or may not twist your heartstrings 🙃 Ten Thousand Years Ago by @fatefulfaerie

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faize-art · 4 months

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AFTERWARD: OF SWORD & SHIELD (Ch. 1)

Summary: After the fall of the Netherbrain, life continues onward. Only the gang and you have gone your separate ways this time. With everyone off on their own adventures and continued self-discoveries, you learn to embrace your new form while holding onto bits and pieces of your past and former self.

A slice of life novelette following illithid Tav and their journey with the short-worded business flayer, known as the Emperor.

Pairing: The Emperor x Illithid Tav

Word count: 17k

Tags: Slice of life, Suggestive themes, Mild NSFW, Tentacles, Fluff, Possible spoilers, Relationship, No abuse, Consent (all the fucking consent).

Status: COMPLETED (Read on AO3)

A/N: Hello, thank you for taking the time to give this novelette a read. It was originally a short story but had somehow gone over its word count (oops).

Despite that small accident, I would like to point out that the scenarios that transpire in this story will take place after defeating the Netherbrain and are heavily placed from my POV and are not all official Baldur's Gate 3 events. Therefore, there will be things said and done that may be unfamiliar with official characters. So, please excuse my limited insight with the massive universe and take this story as a simple indulgence.

On another note, after finishing my first playthrough, I was satisfied with my endgame result but still wanted a bit more. So, I took to my imagination to give closure to my experience. In this case, I will be referring to the main character as “Tav” as it will confuse readers if I were to use my original character’s name (which is the same as my username). This is a Tav and Emperor fanfiction that does hold a mild and intimate moment of NSFW. Thank you.

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“Hello darling.”

You know that voice, that voice that has sung like a preaching choir from the churches of Selûne and beyond that. Your beady black-like eyes turn to meet their gaze, and their ruby red eyes stare back at you as the two of you are alone.

Astarion. You acknowledge in silent thought while not saying a word in return.

It was obvious as to why he was here. This scenario had already played out in your head ahead of time. Before you agreed to turn into a full-out illithid to conquer the Netherbrain with the Netherstones, and way before that too.

“I have been thinking about…freedom,” he says to you, his voice hesitant and full of deep controversy. “How I am free of Cazador. How I have a whole new life stretching out in front of me.”

You wait silently for him to muster up the courage to express his feelings further.

“And you're—well…what are you?” He questions, the expressive creases encasing his pale, familiar, thin lips frowning in doubt. “Is the person I loved still in there?”

You stare at him for a while, contemplating the questions asked of you and taking in their struggle to make sense of their confusion and their sorrows. Besides, who are you to stop them? Wouldn’t that make you what they despise the most? Another Cazador, all over again, and that was one of many things you would prefer not to be to them.

“I am still me, but I am also more than that. I have evolved beyond the person I once was,” you reply.

“I see,” he accepts your answer, his voice hesitant and his body language fidgety. “…and how does this…newly evolved version of you feel about me? Do you…still want to be together?”

Because you have already prepared yourself for this specific conversation, you do not stumble over your words in front of him.

“What do you want?” You earnestly ask of him.

He sighs lightly, and his silver brows furl ever so slightly. “I don’t know. It is a big change. And as much as I care for you…I don’t know. Maybe…it’s better if we are friends for now?”

You watch him fumble with his words some more. He was always bad at expressing himself when it came to sensitive things, such as this, but seeing him muster up the courage to mutually settle things with high vulnerability was also satisfactory progress for him. It was better than him simply disappearing from you—not that you would be surprised by such an outcome.

“You’re precious to me, and I don’t want to lose you, but this is a lot,” he confesses. “Perhaps we will adjust. Perhaps we will not. But you mean too much for me to walk away.”

You take it all in. His words. His confusion. His worries. His everything. And you bask in every remaining second with Astarion that you still have before mutually agreeing to part ways.

“I would like that,” you softly say to him.

He looks at you with concealed surprise, as if he were expecting there to be more of a struggle than an upfront and unruffled response. “So, would I. And I hope we can find some place for love in our new—whatever this is. But even if we can’t, I will never forget the person you were. I will never forget what you did for this world. And what you did for me.”

Silence. You cannot bring yourself to say anything else after witnessing the muscles on his pale face turn into deep grief, upheld by a false and delicate smile he has a bad habit of doing when hiding his pain.

“Thank you, my love.” His voice but a faint whisper filled with layers of heartache.

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While the city of Baldur’s Gate was once again under unending construction, seeing the formidable workforce of each Baldurian hard at work brings to you a sense of closure. After everything prior, the team and you did not traverse through such hardships for no mere reason. And even if you no longer looked the same as before—a High Elf druid with back-length dark-emerald hair and vibrant forest green eyes—you still hold your former memories at heart, or at least it seems that way.

The loud and unending commotion of the lively city surrounds you as you briskly loop in and out of alleyways, your signature high-ponytail and dark-emerald hair bouncing to the motions of your fluid movement as you skim past the many bustling bodies moving onwards with their day-to-day routines. In the blink of an eye, a time span of six months has passed by. Just yesterday, it felt like the tenacious team, and you had ventured forth High Hall to slay the Netherbrain.

It is funny how time is a meager thing. You ponder to yourself as you enter a newly built manor with ease, high spike-tipped fencing surrounding the building, and its land.

Not only that, but you have grown comfortable with your illithid form, and you have learned to further embrace it. However, the thought of you taking your own life if you were ever to lose yourself, at the slightest, still hangs at the back of your ever-growing mind while you continue to evolve and commune with entities unique and wondrous. Despite that lingering reminder, the Emperor and you had agreed to rebuild and run the Knights of the Shield together, and the gradual growth of the guild has been proving itself fruitful as you jointly network your influence and plans. Although, as of late, the Emperor's ambitious regime has been hectic with no signs of leisure. Often, he would leave the city of Baldur’s Gate for an extended period to negotiate, yet he will always make certain to return later down the line—just how you are always drawn back to Faerûn and the memories in your fleeting dreams.

In this newly established manor, you have entered so effortlessly, the Emperor and you combined your earnings to fortify a gated home within the city. Here, in this manor, you two pose as humanoid adventurers hosting a couple of roommates.

You make your way down to the basement level. From there, you descend lower through an inconspicuous cellar. Further down the cellar lies a single room measuring at least five hundred square feet. A bed, wardrobe, and many rows of shelving decorate the cellar room meant to resemble a hideaway bunker with no other entrances available. Only a well-hidden entrance is sealed off by a dense wall of stone, and that entrance may only be revealed and accessed into by lighting the ordinary neighboring light fixtures on the ledge of each shelving with lightning infused magic—an innovative approach inspired by the dragon torches concealing Ansur.

Your dirtied thick leather boots thump against the cold stone floor as you make your way down a flight of spiraling stairs pass the magical dense stone wall. The way down covered in pitch darkness, and the air stale and cold. With use of your druidic magic, you light the blinding path downward with your Evocation spell Daylight imbued onto your sheathed longsword, and then you descend deeper into the void.

Your familiar humanoid face and casualwear outfit are covered in dirt and small splotches of blood from hunting for things for alchemical purposes. Coincidentally, when you were a little more than a month old, you realized you liked to scavenge for flora and fauna. Alchemy and medicine happened to pique your interest, and it soon dawned on your hazy intuition that these actions were a past hobby of yours during your more life-threatening adventuring period, and, even now, it still is a pastime activity that intrigues you.

The light illuminating off your longsword reveals a heavy and sturdy door at the foot of the black spiraling staircase. You reach into your pocket and pull out a key, and then you unlock the door and make your way inside.

The walls and floors within this room are laid out like stone pavement—neat, tough, and cold to the touch—and a miraculous chandelier made of smoke-gray metal hangs at least ten feet above an elongated table before you, draped with an intricate bordered black and gray table runner. Sheets of parchment paper and books rest atop it as if they were used recently. A couple of feet away from the hanging chandelier and draped table hung grayish-purple banners of a sleepy looking eye incased by circular rings and diamonds. The banners hanging proudly and boldly, the eyes following every movement made. This is the Knights of the Shield’s new location, and you are standing in its Main Hall.

You lock the door and make your way down the Main Hall, the Evocation spell on your sheathed longsword dissipating until it shined no more. About halfway down the hall, you turn to the right and enter through another corridor—the East Wing, as the Emperor had noted it on the blueprint.

Waiting for your safe return home, a female Tiefling who has sworn oath to protect you stands near your personal quarter door. She spots you and straightens herself out, and then she respectively bows to you as you draw near.

“Welcome back Master Tav. The Emperor sends you their regards,” she informs you. Carefully, she reaches into her side pocket and presents you with mail.

“Thank you, Nevine,” you reply, taking the unopened envelope from her and then unlocking your private quarter door. “Please proceed with your tasks and ensure that all agents of the Shield are executing their assignments.”

“Yes Master Tav,” Nevine nods her head and then bows politely before you close the door behind you.

You like Nevine. She has proven herself a loyal ally so far and was one of many you had managed to save during your journey to High Hall. For that redeeming grace you had blessed her with, she looks beyond your unfavorable appearance and does not ask for much in return except to willfully serve you. Worship you. Though, the Emperor once expressed how Nevine should be made a proper thrall for your sake, yet you countered it by saying she would make for a better meal if she were to ever thwart you.

You lock the door behind you after dismissing Nevine, and then you set the dirtied satchel filled with scavenged organic material down onto the wooden panel floor. As dangerous as it is to wander about in the open as a mind flayer, you do not let that factor stop you from pursuing your day-to-day tasks. And embodying yourself with illusionary magic seemed to do the trick. But the smell of an illithid was still a minor issue. Although the smell was not a huge problem, you decided it would still be advantageous to process a formula-like perfume to temporarily mask the scent away—a current work-in-progress project of yours. Especially from prying noses who are familiar with the natural scent of Illithid kind.

With a gentle flick of your wrist, the magic used to conceal yourself disintegrates off, and a giant mirror lined against the side of your personal sleeping quarter wall reveals your true nature to you, your reflection skipping past your line of vision for a moment as you look down at the envelope in your dirtied hand, awaiting your attention.

Your unusual illithid five fingers pry the three-fold sheet out from their encasing, and you unravel the neatly tucked letter cautiously:

I write to bring you happy news on the night of your celebration. I have completed my tour of the syndicates of the Sword Coast.

Amn, Cormyr, Waterdeep, and Calimshan prove promising leads.

I have communed with the illithid Nihiloor of Xanathar's Thieves Guild and made an ally of him. Through him, we will control the flow of riches through Waterdeep, and extend our influence to far north Luskan.

Meanwhile, in the south, I have established ‘contacts' in Calimshan—they answer wholly to me. Inland Cormyr will be the trickiest—there I believe we will have to manoeuvre around the restrictions of the law, but with the right representation in our control, that too will fall to us.

Make merry with your former allies, for we may yet have need of them. Keep them close, and wait for my word. Soon, my friend, neither word nor thought will traverse the Sword Coast without our knowing, nor our desire.

Until we reconvene,

The Emperor

A faint smile draws on your face—at least in the back of your mind—and you take in the familiar ink sprawled scribbles before refolding the sheet back into its envelope. A light whiff of a comforting scent tickling one of your tentacles in return.

It smells lightly of him. You take note of the faint vanilla and garlic scent. It tastes subtly of him. He is healthy and well. That is good.

Suddenly, you find yourself missing him.

Now is not a suitable time. You retort. There are many things I need to focus on, and dawdling over the absence of someone is time I cannot afford.

As quickly as that feeling came into thought, you shook it off. Besides, tonight, there is a party to deal with, and Withers will be terribly upset if you do not attend.

Next Chapter

#faize_art #my fanfiction #fanfic #fanfiction #bg3 fanfiction #baldurs gate 3 fanfiction #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #tav #the emperor bg3 #balduran #the emperor x tav #mind flayer #illithid #tentacles #this is the first time I have ever written a fanfic and probably the last so please be gentle #writing #illithid tav #emperor x tav

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joyflameball · 5 months

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Anyway I think once Wendy found out who Maxwell is she'd like. Latch onto him hard. Like she's clearly got attachment issues (refusing to move on from abby or let her fade away), she's already lost most of her family (abby dead, her parents in the real world), so discovering someone related to her was right there this whole time would def cause her to attach herself bad. This could also give her conflicted emotions, considering that Maxwell still dragged her here, most likely dragged her there with the promise of getting Abby back. Her fucking uncle dragged her into the Constant when she was in a desperate position. Many such cases

#dst #cassie rambles #wendy and maxwell could also be like. anxious attachment style vs avoidant attachment style #maxwell not wanting people to get close because of what happened with charlie + just not liking being around people #vs wendy clinging on desperately to the last living member of her family she has left #you get it. you get me #don't starve #i think that. wendy found out who maxwell was first #like i don't think maxwell. like. in his final speech he mentions that time moves different #i interpret it as ''time moves slower in hte constant''#so it's been way longer for him #so he barely would remember wendy and there's no indication he knew her dad was jack #i mean. i feel like if he realized his fucking brother was there. he would have a bit of a Moment #so. wendy found out they were related before maxwell did #i don't think she'd tell him at first. how the fuck are you supposed to break that to someone?#''hey. i'm your niece. i'm the kid of your brother who you haven't seen in eons. he's my dad. you're my uncle. btw.''#they're tryna SURVIVE here they don't have time for intense emotional moments over discovering their relation #(plus in the fanfic in my head she found out like. at the same time as a betrayal + losing the codex + wilson fucking died kinda)#(so like. there was a lot going on let's not spring that on everyone as well)#however thsi would probably eat her alive.#i imagine in my brain at some point she finally breaks down begging maxwell to explain why he dragged her into the constant #when he KNEW her because he KNEW they were related and he KNEW who her dad was and HE'S her uncle william SHE'S wendy carter you KNOW me yo #DO YOU SEE MY VISION #I'M NORMAL #PLEASE BELIEVE ME #wendy getse to have an emotional breakdown over her family. maxwell gets to freak the fuck out at wendy being his niece #fun for everyone!#anyway. KLEI PLEASE GIVE US MORE ON THE INTERESTING FAMILY STUFF #GIVE ME MORE WINONA AND CHARLIE GIVE ME MORE MAXWELL AND WENDY #PLEASE I'M STARVED

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rainbows-fanfics · 3 months

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Help Unwanted (Chapter 1)

Summary: After losing the Pirate, Deacon is unwillingly paired with a partner to help with his job. The only problem is - they can't stand each other, and time is dwindling until he can re-capture all his lost prisoners.

Human AU of the Armada from Pirate101.

Pairings: Deacon/Queen!Deacon, Deacon/OC

A caped figure leaned against the side of a building, watching the waves of the ocean gradually stretch over the horizon. He listened to the distant splashing from the shore and birds flocking from above. In any normal circumstance, this would be considered a peaceful sight - but to him , it was all but a grave reminder of what transpired last week.

The Erebus was destroyed after his run-in with Boochbeard and his accomplice, Gandry. He’d been in the middle of delivering prisoners for questioning when his ship was overrun with pirates. He had a long, almost annoying streak with this ruffian - who trailed after him and thwarted his plans as of late. He lost a few convicts under Boochbeard’s foiling before…but nothing like the Erebus.

It sank. He lost nearly all his prisoners, grabbing only a couple with him on his escape boat. Least to say, it wasn’t anywhere near what was expected that day, and he suffered for it. He stomped through Valencia afterwards, soaked from head-to-toe, relaying to Kane how he lost his ship and everything on it. To his superior, this was not good news.

It was the most humiliated he’d ever felt. Rooke was present and didn't improve the situation, expressing his disappointment in Deacon, accompanied with Kane’s belittling. He asked, desperately , if his father ever received the letter he’d written a week prior - about the rise of piracy on ports and shipping, and his aggressive sweep for criminals and undesirables. He learned shortly that it was intercepted by Boochbeard and Gandry. His efforts were nearly in vain.

He thought his life couldn’t get any worse. But things spiraled downwards from there.

For the past week, he was put on hold as an Emissary - refused missions and conferences, not even allowed on Armada ships. To him, this was an unfair punishment. He’d rather be put on standby, out on the seas somewhere, contributing * something * to the Armada. Instead, he drank his problems away and read depressing novels in his free time.

He was happy to be called in today. He’d be receiving a new ship and finally put back on duty. But he remained weary – something didn’t feel right about this.

Deacon inhaled his cigarette from under his mask before releasing his breath. The smoke filtered from under the bauta and was carried away by the wind. The door opened. An Armada Soldier peered in his direction. They made eye contact before the other man stepped aside and gestured politely.

“My lord is ready for you.”

The spymaster sighed. “Of course he is.”

He extinguished his cigarette before entering the office. The soldier escorted him to the door. He found a man propped against a desk facing his direction, his gloved fingertips touching one another as his blue eyes studied his figure. The room was filled with tense silence - no implication of any conversation prior to him opening the door. Deacon cleared his throat and shut it behind him, stepping forward while he tapped his cane on the ground. His eyes wandered as he went. He noticed Queen sitting to the side, leg resting over the other and smiling at him.

He stiffened. There was no reason for her to be here. Did *everyone* have to know his business? His failure? He clenched his jaw at the thought.

“ Ciao. ” Kane greeted, breaking the silence. He sounded impatient and unhappy. Deacon bowed and moved a hand behind his back. A habit of his, for concealing his pistol.

“Kane…thank you for seeing me. You will not regret this.”

“Exactly what we need to talk about.” The Supreme Commander snapped to the empty chair across from him. There was no argument as he sat down. His eyes momentarily flicked to the extra company, but went back to Kane when he leaned forward.

“Deacon, I have high expectations of you. I completely entrust you as my representative - your image is my own. You’re expected to execute my businesses for me. Failure to do so is not only a burden on you , but on me as well.”

His posture deflated. “ Hai ragione .”

“When you sank the Erebus last week, you lost valuable intel. Criminals who were going to be questioned and used to our advantage. Not only are we missing * them *, but an expensive ship as well. These matters were in your hands.”

“They did not get away without a fight.” Deacon defended. They had this conversation already. He was tired of being reminded of his mistakes. “The prisoners were freed and conspired together. I did the best I could, being outnumbered.”

“Be that as it may, the results are still the same. I’ve invested in a new ship for you - but not one you will captain alone.”

He quirked an eyebrow under his mask. “What do you mean?”

“You’re being assigned a partner.” Queen finally spoke, earning his attention. “She will help with your navigation, execute your businesses, and provide a helping hand in case of another… mutiny .”

The spymaster didn’t know how to process this information. He preferred working alone so he wouldn’t be slowed down - burdened by anyone who couldn’t keep with his pace. He was constantly moving, never staying in one place for a long time. He was known for two things: being brief and remaining anonymous. Leaving no trace of his presence or involvement. A coworker would challenge that.

One word managed to leave his lips. “-’She’ ?”

She smiled behind the mask she held. He could tell by her tone. “A friend of mine.”

This did nothing to assure him. Kane noticed his distress and moved a hand in the air. “She meets all the qualifications. She has prior experience in your field and even basic training. Most importantly, she has no records of negligence.”

Deacon trailed his hands over his cane. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Was he so incompetent they had to *hire* someone to *help* him..? His fingers twitched in irritation. He was disappointed with himself. How could he prove to be this inept? It felt like a slap in the face, despite Kane and Queen presenting this as a privilege . A punishment worse than being refused any work…

“This is strictly for business.” The Supreme Commander resumed. “You two will not convene after-hours, unless so desired. She knows nothing about your identity, as you do with hers. She’s supplied with a mask to keep things incognito. Disclosing any information about yourselves is purely out of consent.”

He relaxed in his chair. So he didn’t have to know anything about her. Or even care at all. ‘That’s a plus’, he thought. He wanted nothing to do with this “helping hand”, supplied to him out of pure pity. The situation was already degrading enough, in his eyes.

“She'll meet with you tomorrow at the docks, to your new ship.” Kane wrote something down. “You two will track down your lost convicts. The Pirate is already showing interference with our plans. Every one of them is your responsibility, and you are expected to catch them once more.”

“I can do that by myself. Is the company necessary ?” He sat back exasperatedly. Kane tilted his head, unimpressed.

“Need I remind you this is your mistake. Since you couldn’t do what was asked of you the first time, this is simply a compromise, to make sure that doesn’t happen again.”

Deacon decided to be quiet. The only smart decision he’s made in this conversation. Kane shared a glance with his Queen before rolling up the paper and handing it to him without a word. He saved it in one of his coat’s pockets, to read it in his spare time.

"I want to see improvement from this fiasco. You have three months to track down every inmate you lost and bring them in for questioning. If this does not happen, you'll be moved somewhere less… important ."

His life was Hell.

#pirate101 #p101 #help unwanted #pirate101 deacon #queen!deacon #fanfiction #fanfic #i forget how short the first few chapters are #anyway i'll be throwing these in the queue #the next chapter will come...sometime. im finishing up my last commission now so probably after that #i am actually quite excited to get this on here finally!

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channnel · 9 months

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I was searching some creepypasta fics on quotev, when I suddenly remembered some fanfics I read before about a reader getting turned into a proxy but with some other characters too. I tried to find it but I couldn't- and I was so confused then I remembered their other fanfic about homicidal liu becoming a patient to the reader and i vividly remembered that cause the reader died! so I tried to search for it and it work... but the link isnt there anymore- and I'm sad.

#creepypasta #creepypasta fandom #homicidal liu #text post #like i know the reader died in the end (thanks jeff) but its still a good story #i havent even finished the cody x reader they made-#the harem fic that i said holds a special place in my heart cause that is the very first creepypasta fanfic i read on quotev #and i only joined last year! im not a creepypasta fan but now i am #like bro- those endings on the harem fic make me feel things #i dont know if the author deleted it or not but it was good while it lasted #i only read it once but the memory is still there #ahh i still remember hurting my back cause of me reading those chapters...#i should probably draw them...#i mean- i dont actually know why it disappeared but im a bit sad #its not the first time my favorite fanfic got deleted

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inhiatusfromlife · 14 days

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The way bridgerton has taken over my entire personality this past week i feel 13 again

#i started the first season last Friday so i only waitey two days for season 3 #and watched the four episodes today with one of my best friends #honestly today wad such a good day it's probably going to go in my top 5 days of the year #side note i probably also read 300k worth of polin fanfics waiting for season 3 #did you guess that I'm escaping reality yet

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meownotgood · 1 year

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I'm still working on my fic by the way... it's just that I've been working a lot..... haven't had much time to write............ whhah

#and my only days off that I've had last week and this week #I was sick.......#the world needs to understand I have aki fanfic to conceive #pls take pity on me #work is probably gonna stay extremely busy for me for at least the next two weeks #I'll try to keep writing when I can #I'm almost done with the draft for the first chapter #this fic........ is way too damn long.......

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hoodieimp · 1 year

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Thinking So Hard about my silly OCs rn it's generating enough energy to send me vibrating into the stratosphere--

#dizzyisms #do I Finally talk about this here after sitting on it for Weeks on end-#fuck it it's my blog I get to choose the hyperfixation n when to post abt it fuck you #so I ended up tripping and falling into fuckin. Pizza Tower #pretty solid game right. Tasty crunchy visuals gameplay is SO satisfying to watch absolutely BANGIN soundtrack #but not quite Fixation material for me for whatever reason #...at least.........not at *first*#but *then*#my friend gets Big into it #starts posting about it nonstop #talkin abt a fun AU Discord they're in #...someone made. a fucking *Weretoon AU*#and of COURSE #OF *COURSE*#THAT SHIT HITS EVERY SINGLE ONE OF MY BUTTONS #IN MY BATIM-ROTTED BRAIN #SO goodbye BatDR for now- hello tiny niche viddy gaem AU that spawned in a Discord thread and has some fuckin STELLAR fanfic #+ a fuckin mini Bible's worth of Lore #probably the warmest welcome ive ever gotten from joining a new server JDBDKCJCLX #anyway. guess who lasted all of two days in the thread #before Caving and shoving her One Goddamn OC into the universe #to let her mutate into an almost-new version of herself #.....I literally just transplanted my BatIM OC into the Pizzaverse HDKDBFXK #Dorothy is a weretoon now and I am having Way too much fun writing a whole silly backstory for her #tho thankfully it doesn't involve anyone getting Murdered in order to become a toon this time around!#just some #very contrived circumstances and contaminated party appetizers cbjddbdn #this is probably so fucking incoherent but im too tired to Apologize for it rn #I am Cringe but I am Free and I will continue to bounce off the walls in my little corner until I explode from sheer undiluted Autistic Joy

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donttouchmeimwriting · 11 months

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Arc 4: Suffering

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The dust settled gradually, making the stale air of the chamber even harder to breathe. Gethin stayed low, forcing himself to calm down before he faced his next challenge. He wanted nothing more than to find an easy exit from this bizarrely personal hell of a labyrinth, but he knew in the progressively sinking pit of his stomach that it was only going to get worse.

"You've made it further than I thought you would," a thin voice emerged from the darkness ahead, "The Mastermind promised you would be a tough nut to crack. I must admit I'm impressed, Gethin of Valenwood."

Gethin pushed himself to his feet, resisting the urge to cough.

"Who's there?" he called out, "Show yourself!"

"Very well."

Torches burst to life along the walls of the chamber, revealing it to be far smaller than Gethin could have hoped for, given its occupant. The tall Altmer who stood mere paces from Gethin wore loose, faded scarlet robes, emphasizing his unnaturally emaciated frame. His pale golden hair hung in lifeless strands around his long face. His cheeks were sunken and shadowed, his eyes an unnerving blood red. A chill gripped Gethin's spine as he realized what creature blocked his path to escape.

"Vampire..." he whispered, feeling a tremble enter his hands. He clenched them into tight fists to hide it.

"Indeed I am," the Altmer confirmed, "Quite ancient and skilled in the arcane arts, as you have seen from my welcome party, but fear not. I will not harm you until you have been given time to prepare to meet me in combat."

"I'm assuming this isn't optional," Gethin cautioned, not comforted in the slightest by the vampire's words.

"If you want the piece of the mask I guard, you must take it from me by force. I will give you time to find a suitable weapon, but when that time runs out, if you have not reached the final chamber, I will hunt you down wherever you hide and drain you of every drop of blood you possess. Have I made myself clear?"

Gethin swallowed, a lump of fear lodged in his throat, and an icy sweat trickled down the back of his neck.

"Perfectly," he answered, uncomfortably aware that the vampire could sense his every microexpression of mortal terror, "How much time do I have and what am I looking for?"

The skeletal Altmer gave what could be considered a smile, but its sinister intent was far too palpable.

"I will give you thirty minutes to find your way through the passages behind me, retrieve your weapon, and meet me in the final chamber," he explained, "This is more than enough time if you don't dawdle. You must select a weapon suitable to you - I cannot tell you which is the correct choice for obvious reasons. In the final chamber, you will find the piece of the mask shrouded in ash and blood. I will not restrain myself in guarding it. You will need to kill me if you want to escape."

"Sounds straightforward enough," Gethin commented, "I imagine there's a catch somewhere?"

The vampire glided towards him suddenly, faster than Gethin could blink. He towered over him, his sanguine eyes piercing through his very soul.

"Gethin. Has anything in your life been easy or straightforward? Have you ever been able to trust someone's word at face value? Have you not been betrayed by every person you believed in the most? Consider my task. I shall be waiting at the end."

Gethin froze solid as the vampire lingered, but managed to keep his voice steady.

"I have one more question for you before we begin," he said, "How do you know me?"

The vampire chuckled and reached into his robes, producing a bound lock of wavy, honey blonde hair, which he dangled tauntingly over Gethin's head. Gethin's gut wrenched at the sight of it. He would recognize that hair in any context.

Alaia.

"Aside from the research done on your history, I have been following your group at the request of the Mastermind for some time now," the vampire revealed, his voice somehow even airier than before, "I know you care for them, despite the front you put up. I know you care for Alaia most of all, and I will take great pleasure in tearing her apart should you fail here."

"Keep her name out of your filthy mouth," Gethin growled through gritted teeth, surprising himself with his burst of courage.

"Her name won't be the only part of her in my mouth if you don't hurry."

With that, the vampire vanished into a fine mist, which then swept into the doorway at the far end of the chamber and out of sight. Gethin's heart pounded hard against his ribs, his breaths becoming uneven and strained. He had to survive now, if not for his own sake, for Alaia's.

#this is at least the second time I've rewritten this and I'll probably rewrite it again when i get around to posting the full story #i like this better than the last version for sure #yes it is elder scrolls fanfic i have a good handful of those #this is part of my fic 'the quest for the mysterious mask' which the first chapter is on my ffn #this arc is heavily inspired by as above so below ngl #writing sample #the quest for the mysterious mask #elder scrolls fanfiction

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