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aceghosts · 2 months

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Five Songs, Three Outfits

I was tagged by @clicheantagonist, @socially-awkward-skeleton, @carlosoliveiraa, @marivenah, @onehornedbeast, @voidika, @nightbloodbix, @amalkavian, and @cloudofbutterflies92.

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RULES: post 5 songs associated with your oc, followed by 3 outfits they would wear. (Because I'm a weirdo, I did this for all my OCs.)

Blue Murphy

Rocky Mountain High by John Denver

Now he walks in quiet solitude, the forests and the streams/Seeking grace in every step he takes/His sight has turned inside himself to try and understand/The serenity of a clear blue mountain lake

Raise Hell by Brandi Carlisle

You have a mind to keep me quiet/And although you can try/Better men have hit their knees/And bigger men have died

The World Ender by Lord Huron

I'm the World Ender, baby, and I'm back from the grave/They can run for their lives, but they cannot be saved/I'm the World Ender, baby, and I'm coming for them/They put me in the ground, but I'm back from the dead

Elijah by Matthew and the Atlas

Wish you could have talked to me/Found another way to be/Living hard don't sound so good/It's hard to get out of the wood

Elijah, you're too young to be lost/Elijah, don't fade out on the cross

Up the Wolves by The Mountain Goats

There's bound to be a ghost at the back of your closet/No matter where you live/There'll always be a few things, maybe several things/That you're going to find really difficult to forgive/There's gonna come a day when you feel better/You'll rise up free and easy on that day

Rooney Shepard

Uneven Odds by Sleeping at Last

Maybe your light is a seed/And the darkness, the dirt/In spite of the uneven odds/Beauty lifts from the earth

Too Close/Too Late by Spiritbox

Stranger things I've learned on the outside/Separated by an open door/I find it hard to reach the end of my timeline/Salivating 'cause I wanted more/Is this the end or is this the beginning?

I know where I wanna go/But it's too close/And it's too late this time/I know where I wanna go/But it's too close/And it's too late this time

The Foundations of Decay My Chemical Romance

You must fix your heart/And you must build an altar where it swells/When the storm it gains, and the sky it rains/Let it flood, let it flood, let it wash away/And as you stumble through your last crusade/Will you welcome your extinction in the morning rays?

Jaded by Spiritbox

And I've always been ashamed that I wanna/Fall into a dream with my honour desecrated/Blood is jaded/I've never found a way to be honest/All I know is a place where I haunted memories faded/Blood is jaded

The Altar/Mary by Silverstein

At the base of the ivory tower/The bodies pile up/Lured you with a future but it won't exist/Shame you for a failure that they won't admit/Somebody has to die as a warning to the rest/Shut up and get in line, take what you can get

Hunter Delaney

Throne by Bring Me the Horizon

So you can throw me to the wolves/Tomorrow I will come back, leader of the whole pack/Beat me black and blue/Every wound will shape me, every scar will build my throne

Alone in a Room by Asking Alexandria

All I needed was the last thing I wanted/To sit alone in a room and say it all out loud/Every moment, every second, every trespass/Every awful thing, every broken dream/A couple years back and forth with myself in a cage

Little Wonder by Architects feat. Mike Kerr

I wanna sing you a different song, one that's easier to swallow/(Everything is fuckin' fine)/We can dance, we can all sing along/We can say how we all wanna be saved, but it's еasier to follow

BFG Division by Mike Gordon

All My Life by Attack Attack!

You blinded my eyes now for way too long/Well I thought we were friends, but you proved me wrong/You got in my head with the things that you said/And you left me a mess now to top it off

There's one of us here without virtue/Look in the mirror, don't want to/You're keeping me down for your debut/But your reign is through

Sawyer Beaumont

Houdini by Foster the People

When I feel kinda bad and don't want to stress/I just pass it off on ability/Well, you got what you want and what you never knew/Perfect gift from me to you

Iscariot by Walk the Moon

Perhaps I lack some foresight (Should have known)/But, brother, you were so right/Sure as the setting sun/You can't trust just anyone

Own Worst Enemy by Robert DeLong

Always feeling like I made a mistake like I'm dropping the ball/Found the worst thing to say, ya/Never feeling like I'm getting ahead like I'm doing my best/'Cause someone did better

Firestorm by SIAMES

Now hold your horses/Why do you have to go down that road?/Get back on your tracks/No good can resist so much wrong/How bad you want it?/And how bad you need what is not your fault?

Canon by OVERWERK

Blake Maddox

a new moral low ground by Architects

One love for your enemy/Two steps from the edge of your sanity/Three strikes for the cavalry/You cut me close to the bone/Four walls that you'll never see/Five waits for a taste of humanity/Six feet, what a travesty/You cut me close to the bone

New Dawn Fades by Joy Division

An angry voice and one who cried/We'll give you everything and more/The strain's too much, can't take much more/Oh, I've walked on water, run through fire/Can't seem to feel it anymore

Final Girl by CHVRCHES

In the final cut/In the final scene/There's a final girl/Does she look like me?/In the final cut/In the final scene/There's a final girl/And you know that she should be screaming now

Hurt by Wage War

It still hurts/I can never seem to find the right words/I guess it's still the way the world turns/You break me, forsake me and show me everything that I can never be/It still hurts/It feels like everything just gets worse/But I can't be the only one at ends with this/To live until I've learned

Violent Delights by CHVRCHES

And these violent delights/Keep creeping into my nights/And they're reading my rites/And I'll never sleep alone again

Riley Callahan

The Faster The Treadmill by I Fight Dragons

Every time I say what I want to be/Someone says that's not how it's going to be/Come on, baby, quit your dreaming/Grab your things, the train is leaving/Time to pick that somewhere you want to go/Get there quick or drown in the undertow/Come on, baby, time is wasting/Choose a wheel and get to racing

Miracle Mile by Cold War Kids

Get outside, get all over the world/You learn to love what you get in return/It may be permanent, it may be peace of mind/But you have to slow down and breathe one breath at a time

Wanderlust by Valiant Hearts

Oh, I'll walk to the edge of the world/If it means I can chase this feeling one more time/I'll scream from the top of my lungs/From the mountain tops my body could never climb/I'll stare into the great unknown/Until the mesmer has overfilled my mind

The Hymn by FLOYA

Let my journey change me/I wanna see where the stars might lead me/I feel the heat envelop my heart/Setting sail for a new shore (New shore)/To find the light in my soul

Shy Away by Twenty One Pilots

Shed your modesty/Don't circle the track/Just break the cycle in half/And leave your skin on the floor

Emerson Wright

Doomsday by Architects

Souls don't break, they bend/But I sometimes forget/I have to do this for you/And the only way out is through/Yeah, death is an open door

The Summit by Spiritbox

I could not go on/Break me down and hold me 'til the dawn/Poison is the purposeful, it's gone/Desperate to find that beating heart/And run

Fighting Gravity by Of Mice and Men

If everything is where it's supposed to be/Then why does space just feel so incomplete?/If everything is made to fall into place/Why am I always fighting gravity?

Goliath by Architects feat. Simon Neil

Bury your head in the sand/Soon you'll be feeling the fangs/So sleep with two eyes open/'Cause jackals live by the candlelight

Me Against Myself by Wage War

Feel like I'm a broken shell/Hard to lie when you're overwhelmed/It still hurts when you're numb/Every walk becomes a run/It's getting hard to hold on/When you come undone

(For context, whenever I think of Emerson's style, it's directly inspired by Kurt Cobain.)

Dallas Warden (AKA Bellamy)

Take What You Want by Flight Paths

And it finally came the day/I start giving my heart away/For Heaven's sake, my bones will break/But you'll never own my soul, no

Rotoscope by Spiritbox

I can't take back the skeletons that haunt me frame by frame/I can rapture the imprints sent to bore into my brain/And I know that I feel the end is imminent

How long have I felt this way? Sign of the times/Shadows sway to light up my life/Trace the answers, tears have never made me/Change from violent delights

Perseus by Local Dialect

Salt by the Devil Wears Prada feat. Dayseeker

Some days I think I'm afraid of my shadow/I show up to fight at all the wrong battles/And I don't think my mind will be right 'til I/Pour the salt into the wound

Take Me First by Bad Omens

I lie to myself like it's not too late/Convinced the past can still be changed/We know it's gone, but I can't move on/I want to rewind, but it just replays

#tag games #Blue Murphy #Commander Rooney Shepard #I won't let fear compromise who I am #Hunter Delaney #Sawyer Beaumont #Blake Maddox #Emerson Wright #Riley Callahan #Bellamy #Dallas Warden #i love how most of my ocs wear neutral colors #and then BAM! Sawyer with the bright colors #it doesn't really fit their universe #but I like to think that Sawyer does it purposely to stand out

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nemo-of-house-hamartia · 4 months

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IT'S A DANGEROUS GAME

Prologue - The Accord

“At the touch of your hand, At the sound of your voice, At the moment your eyes meet mine,

I am losing my mind, I am losing control, Full of feelings I can't define.

It's a sin with no name, Like a tiger to tame,

And though no one's to blame

It's a crime and a shame

And the angels proclaim It's a dangerous game… It's a dangerous game.. Such a dangerous game…”

'It's a Dangerous Game"- Jekyll & Hyde

Luscinia cracked her eye open, hissing when a golden ray of sunlight coming from outside met her face.

She propped herself up on her elbows with a slow movement to look around the room, a cascade of her dark cobalt blue hair falling over one her face in a disorderly veil, her head throbbing with each pulse of her heart that, for some reason, was throbbing in her ears rather than her chest.

She shouldn’t have had all those Lestallum cocktails the night before. And she most definitely should have not accepted Libertus’ dare, damn him and his ability to get under her skin.

She knew that by accepting to play along, she was in for one hell of an hangover, the morning after, but she just couldn’t let him get away with all his idiotic insinuations about her and Nyx.

Didn’t matter that he was actually spot on in his thinking, for once in his life.

It was none of his business and that bet was still very much a matter of principle to her.

She never withdraw from a gamble. Never. Even if that meant waking up to a pounding headache, dryness in her throat and a grogginess that made her just want to put her phone on plane mode and hide in her bed for a whole week.

But, she thought, she didn’t have a whole week, not even if she wanted to.

And her last night of debauchery deserved to be celebrated in grand style.

Yeah. Her last night.

She turned her head -slowly, careful not to shake the bells that were already ringing incessantly in her skull- and the mouth of her stomach cramped almost painfully as she looked at the nightstand on her side of her bed.

Months and months of planning stood behind her, weighting on her like the sky on Atlas’ shoulders.

And after today, if all were to go according to her plan - and it had to go as she envisioned - she would have to forgo so much.

That was the way of the accord.

That was part of the price to pay, a price she herself had set up.

Rolling on her back with careful attention, she rubbed her eyes with all the intent of willing the grogginess away, when she suddenly felt a warm, callous hand caressing her cheek with tender care.

She turned just to see the young man lying in her bed, awake and looking at her with a warm twinkle in his blue eyes, accompanied by a mischievous smile on his lips.

“You are up, Sleeping Beauty,” Nyx murmured, his voice as soft as ever.

“Barely, and with every intention to go back to sleep, if this headache won’t kill me first.” she croaked back. ”Gods, I need a painkiller. How long have you been awake?”

“Long enough to discover that you snore whenever you are drunk,”

Luscinia snorted, giving a feeble slap to his bare shoulder.

“If it didn’t hurt so much, I would roll my eyes at you, Soldier Boy,”

Nyx laughed, dipping to catch her lips in a soft kiss.

“Want some coffee?” he murmured in between the kisses.

“Only if you make it. I won’t get out of this bed non even if Cor himself were to bust my door open and bring all the Crownsguard to drag me out of here, and sure as hell I won’t take the chance to just fall and make even more of a fool of myself more than I probably already did yesterday.” She murmured, expecting him to deny that something like that happened. When not a single word came from him, she turned to look at him, eyes wide. “Oh Gods, I did make a fool of myself yesterday, didn’t I?”

Nyx bit his lower lip, barely stifling a laughter.

“Does challenging every Kingsglaive at the the Chocobo’s Lounge to a duet at the Karaoke and fucking up all the lyrics count?”

“Fuck!” she hissed, wanting to hide her face in the pillow.

“You and Libertus did an “amazing” cover of “Love Shack”,”

“Bloody hell, I'm screwed”

“And when “YMCA” started, you managed to drag Tredd and Axis with you on the table,”

Luscinia muttered another curse, feeling her cheeks turning purple, as her brain started to work properly again and she was recalling all that had happened the previous night.

“I can’t help but feel that you are enjoying yourself thoroughly with this, Mr. Ulric,” she grumbled, poking his cheek as she tried to regain some composure.

Nyx chuckled at that, before speaking again.

“That's not even the best of it. In the end, I don’t know who cried more between you and Luche, with “My Heart Will Go On,””

Luscinia’s face blanched.

“Please, Nyx, tell me no one took a video,”

If her brother were to get his hand on any video of her drunk and singing all sort of songs - and badly at that, she was sure-, she would have to go directly to her father and ask to become an hermit.

Nyx bit his lip again, not even trying to hide his mirth, and Luscinia could not suppress a small shriek of frustration.

“Ok, that’s it! I won’t get out of this room ever again! Seal all the entrances of this apartment and LOCK ME IN!” she grumbled, covering her eyes with her bare arms.

But shame was not the only thing she wanted to hide. With each passing minute, sadness was starting to creep up, running its icy fingers to her throat with all the intention to grip to it mercilessly and choke her in her tears.

The morning was not even done yet, and she was already missing those moments with all her being.

“Drown everything, Cinna,” she thoughts, pursing her lips. “Drown everything.”

She heard Nyx chuckle again, his voice low in her ear and that felt like a jab to her heart.

Soft, fluttering kisses tickled her collarbone, following the line of her neck, his lips lingering on her pulse for a moment longer than normal before brushing her jaw with sensual sweetness.

“But, if it can be of consolation, you won the bet with Libertus,”

She gave him a small smile.

“Meager consolation. But I appreciate you tell him. Now I will never stop tormenting him with this.”

“That’s my girl,“ Nyx whispered between one kiss and the other. ”You know… your bet with Libertus got me thinking, yesterday night.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. I know that when we started this whole arrangement together, you and I, we discussed with each other that we didn’t want any commitment, that what we are now would not go past this bedroom…but I wouldn’t mind cross the threshold with you and going “official”,”

“Official?” Luscinia asked, raising her arms to look at him, eyes wide. She didn’t like where the conversation was going. “What do you mean?”

“You and I, Luscinia…you know, making things official. Becoming more than just bedmates...becoming a couple. I think-“ he took a small deep breath, as if to find the right words. “I think I’m falling for you.”

Luscinia tensed at those words, her whole body turning rigid before she could stop herself. She was grateful for the darkness inside her room, the dusk dimming the fear that was written all over her face, because she realized that she was not able to put a mask of neutrality as she always did.

“You’d better not, Soldier Boy. Nothing good will come from that,” She just answered with a small nervous laughter. “I’m a difficult woman, and you know that with my work, I might disappear for months,” “ And nothing good would come from a broken woman that has sworn off love from her life. I am a broken empty cup,” she thought, lips quivering as she fended off memories that were coming uncalled for.

Nyx laughed, not catching the tension in her voice.

“What if I were not afraid by the challenge? What if we can make this work?”

Even in the sweet penumbra, she could see his gaze softening as he looked at her.

She could hear the hope in his voice.

“Oh No. No no no no,” she thought, pursing her lips, her jaw tensing to the point of pain. “He is serious.”

She felt her heart thundering in her chest at those words, blood flushing to her cheeks.

She had to call to all her strength of will to keep her breathing normal, to stop herself from allowing her thoughts to run wild.

He should have never said that.

It should have never happened.

It was supposed to be something simple, between them.

They had agreed to that simplicity when they had found themselves wrapped in each other’s carnal embrace in a secluded corner of the Kingsglaive’s Headquarters, drunk on the concupiscent desire that had been brewing in the deepest part of their bodies for months after their first meeting together; the same desire that was to be the only thread they should have allowed to connect one to the other, a passion of the senses not murked by any emotion, if not lust.

She realized that she was holding her breath, as she looked at him, her thoughts frenzying like sharks that had just smelled blood in water.

Please, don’t give me that look.

I want you.

I want-

But I can’t give more.

I don’t have anything more to give.

I am No One. Broken. Empty.

I belong to Insomnia.

You belong to someone that can give you all the love that you need, Nyx.

Not a broken woman.

She swallowed hard, letting out another nervous laughter.

“We are both too hangover to discuss about this. Let’s drink some coffee, and once we are both sober again - completely sober - we will see.” She murmured, giving him a small kiss on the nose before plopping back on the pillow.

Nyx gave her a long look, but this time, his expression was absolutely undecipherable. Without adding a word, Luscinia felt the man putting back his boxer and standing up, closing the door behind him as he found his way to the kitchen.

Left alone with her own thoughts, Luscinia realized that she was gripping to the dark satin sheets as if her all life depended on that graps. Releasing them, She took deep breaths, hoping that it would help clear her mind completely and would give chase to that pestiferous sadness that was so unwelcome.

She knew he was disappointed in her response, probably confused - or worse - resentful about her trying to evade his question with her lukewarm excuse -because she knew he knew damn well that her hangover was just an excuse to postpone that discourse.

They were friends. They had been friends for years, and bed companions for a period almost as long….why wasn’t it enough for him?

And more importantly, how did she not catch a hint that his feelings for her were growing stronger in his heart?

And what about her feelings?

Oh Gods, she thought. No. No. Stop now, Luscinia.

She turned rigid again, shutting her eyes and her mind door, before she were to start threading in waters she had no intention of even taking a peak.

Even if she had feelings for him - and she stop herself from thinking about, even before she could entertain the possibility - she would never act on them.

There was too much at stake, for too many.

The Accord.

The Accord was all that mattered now.

She wished she could explain to him, because she knew that he would understand then, bound by honour and loyalty just like she was.

But she couldn’t.

And she wouldn’t.

Secrecy was second nature to her, and the one rule she never -ever- failed to follow, no matter the personal costs.

Her father himself had ingrained it into her since a young age; It was all she had known since she began working for Lucis’ Intelligence.

And yet, she hated that she had hurt him.

She hated it with all her being.

The lump in her throat threatened to choke her again, as a tear rolled down her cheek, wetting the pillow.

Yes, she definitely still had too much alcohol in her body.

She never cried.

Never.

She bit her lip until she tasted her own blood, knowing that her physical pain would subjugate the ache in her tired heart.

Ding.

A muffled ringing sound came from her nightstand, catching her attention.

A text.

Taking one last deep breath, Luscinia dried her eyes, before turning her entire focus to the message that had just arrived. She stretched over the bed and opened a secret drawer on the side of the nightstand, where a burner phone was hidden from sight just beneath an old file.

No number.

She didn't needed it, though.

The context made perfectly clear who the sender was.

“I accept. I expect the signed document to be delivered to me by you - in person - in Altissia. You know where. Don’t take too long, Mrs Chancellor.”

Luscinia’s eyes widened at those words, her sentimental woes momentarily set aside as her head started to spin so fast she was grateful to be already lying on her bed.

Cold blood rushed to her temples, as fear and gratification melted into one bubble of emotions that left her both elated and absolutely terrified.

It was done.

Dear Gods, it was done.

It was over. …

Oh Gods, it was truly over now.

“Calm yourself, Cinna,” she murmured, patting her cheeks to get back to her senses. “There is still work to do,”

Her mind was a cauldron of thoughts, bubbling away, threatening to boil over if she didn’t compose herself. But she needed to calm down. She couldn’t allow herself to dwell on every single thought that was threatening to break her even more than she already felt broken, lingering dreams and wishes that, now she knew, she would do well to lock under key and never open ever again.

She took a deep breath, forcing herself to focus on what she always did whenever she felt like spiraling: she put herself in motion and redirected her attention to the work ahead.

Quick as a whip, she jumped off her bed, and started to recover her stockings and clean underwear, before rushing to her her wardrobe and produce a freshly ironed pinstriped dress out of it.

She needed to hurry.

Once she was completely dressed, she took the same burner phone, she dialed the first number that came up in her recently called.

“Come on, pick up, pick up, pick up,” she murmured, starting to pace the room while brushing the knots out of her hair.

“Pavus?”

Luscinia smiled hearing her codename.

“Yes, it’s me. Thalassa, listen well: the Hatter has answered. I need you to bring the documents up to the Penthouse for the Master to see them. It needs to happen no later than tonight.”

A short silence followed. For a moment Luscinia thought that Thalassa had hung up on her.

“Dear Gods, you truly did it.” she heard her whisper under her breath. “Are you...are you alright?"

“It doesn't matter how I am feeling, Thalassa. I need you to focus: clear his schedule and bring him the documents. The entire file. Send me a thrill once he is alone at the Penthouse and I will take care of the rest.”

“Copy that.”

The phone went silent once more.

Luscinia reread the text again and again, and each time she felt a cold shiver run up her back. She could almost hear his voice, pronouncing those words.

“Luscinia? Is everything alright?” she heard Nyx calling her. “I heard you talking at the phone,” She turned to look at the man, and her heart dropped, sitting on her stomach like a sack of bricks. There was something so endearing in having him standing at the door, mussed unbraided hair, a cup of freshly brewed coffee in each hand, as he looked at her with worried eyes.

If they were a couple, would he do that everyday?

Each day waking her up with a kiss, like a princess of the fairytale of old? Spending the mornings in bed together and share what happened to each other at work? Planning a life together?

Her stomach gripped with the same ferocity as before.

Focus, Luscinia.

Let it all go.

Leave it all behind.

It’s all over now.

“Yeah,” she whispered with a small smile, grateful that she was finally able to put her mask again. “Something came up at work and I’m needed at the Citadel.”

He nodded, his blue eyes turning sad.

“ 'Was kinda hoping we could spend the day together, today. But work is work,” he murmured, and with a melancholic smile, he offered her the warm mug. “You better drink this first, then. You’ll need the all the caffeine you can get,”

Luscinia barely managed to muster a feeble “thanks” as she took the coffee and drank it all in one go, uncaring that it burnt her tongue.

It was dark and bitter and strong as a slap across the face.

Altissia’s finest espresso, with just a dash of cinnamon and cloves that brought out the toasty flavour.

She looked at him, heart fluttering in her chest.

He always remembered how she liked her coffee.

He always remembered to put it in her favourite Moguri mug, the one with the broken pom pom.

Ever since she had told him the first time they had slept together.

Please, don’t do this to me, Nyx. She thought, trying to keep her lips from quivering.

Please.

I beg you.

“Will I see you again soon?” he asked, and Luscinia couldn’t ignore the hopeful tone in his voice.

She shook her head, offering another sad smile in return as an apology for breaking that hope.

“I don't know," she murmured in all earnest. "It might take me a few hours or all day, and if they decide to give me the assignment, it will take longer than that. You know how it is by now.”

He nodded, his face turning in a mask of solemnity.

He indeed knew.

“Go then. I wouldn’t want your superiors to give you some flak for being late. We will talk more about us-“ but he stopped himself, as if to ponder his next words. “We will talk again once you are back,”

Luscinia called upon herself all her considerable strength of will to maintain a neutral expression.

But it was too much even for her.

She brought one hand behind his neck, caressing his dark hair and tiptoeing, she planted a long sweet kiss on his cheek, uncaring about the bristles of his 5 O’clock. She kept her eyes shut, terrified that if she was to meet his gaze again, she would not be able to block the tears that were pounding behind her eyelids.

It was her silent apology for not having an answer for him.

Her silent “thank you” for all that he had done for her in all those years.

Her silent goodbye to all that could have been.

“Take care, Soldier Boy, ” she whispered against his skin, inhaling his cologne once last time before dashing outside the door, without looking back.

Be safe.

*****

“Come on, come on, come on,” Luscinia grumbled, tapping her foot with impatience as the elevator sped up toward the last floors of the Citadel.

She had waited all day for Thalassa’s call to arrive, all day spent pacing around town like a ghost, trying to find a distraction among all the memories that were weaved in all the places where she had hang out through out all her life, ever since she had joined the Royal family.

She had wandered aimlessly, letting her feet bring her around without stopping anywhere for more than a few minutes, terrified that the call of home might overwhelm her and make regret her decisions.

Terrified that, if she were to catch even a glimpse of something that might remind her of Nyx, she might be tempted to turn on her heels and go back to her apartment, running from her duties.

No.

Never.

“The Accord is all that matters. Insomnia is all that matters. It’s all that will matter.” she war repeating to herself even now, muttering under her breath, in her solitary ride in the elevator.

The small chime of the elevator’s bell brought her focus back on the task in front of her. She was at the last floor.

The Penthouse.

“It’s showtime.” she murmured.

She squared her shoulders and straightened her back, tilting her chin with certitude. Her face smoothed, almost transforming under her iron will as she canceled all traces of any sentiment she might have hold earlier, molding instead a mask of absolute inscrutability.

Taking a deep breath - the deepest one she could muster - she pressed the button that would bring her to the King.

The doors opened in front of her with a silent swish, welcoming her to the antechamber where armchair of soft leather were disposed elegantly for the visitors that were to wait before being received by His Majesty.

It was completely empty now, but she had expected that much, considering the time of the evening.

“Sire?” Luscinia called, her voice echoing against the tall wall of the King’s studio.

A small pang of melancholy came knocking on her heart’s doors as she found her way to the main room where the King held his private correspondence.

It had been years since she last entered that studio, years since she had to rely a news of that magnitude. She always left the reports in Thalassa’s safe hands, the only one she trusted to deliver any document that needed discretion and confidentiality, knowing that she would do the job quick and well.

Not this time.

The Accord was her brainchild.

This time, it fell on her to speak with the King.

She saw him, seated at his desk as per usual whenever his duty required him to partake in bureaucratic affairs. His hands were clasped together against his lips, his green eyes focused on the thick report sitting in front him as he combed through the sentences with meticulous attention.

Luscinia narrowed her eyes, and immediately recognized the file that the King was studying.

She felt her heart flutter, as a cold realization -a final awareness that her plan had come to its final stage- seeped through her vein like ice.

She had moved all the pieces, prepared the chessboard with painstaking finesse.

It was now or never.

He had to agree to the Accord.

He had to.

“All that staring and concentrating will give you more wrinkles than a crumpled piece of paper, Sire,” she said, raising her voice just enough to catch his attention.

King Regis looked up from the papers, the tense mask around his eyes not leaving him despite Luscinia’s attempt to bring some levity to the almost saturnine atmosphere.

He didn’t move, didn’t do anything to make her understand his mood of thoughts. He just kept staring at her with such keen attention, she felt as if he could see right to her bones.

Finally, he waved his hand, silently signaling her to approach.

Luscinia did as she was told, still not daring to utter a word until the King spoke first.

For a moment, she saw a shift in the man’s posture: his shoulders slumped just a little, his back not as straight as it had been a few seconds earlier, almost as if another weight had been placed on his already fatigued shoulders.

He was tired, she could see it in every little movement he made.

The King sighed, as if to confirm Luscinia’s intuition. He still held his silence, but now his weary eyes were looking at the young woman with resignation.

Luscinia returned the look with a neutral one of her own, almost feigning ignorance as to why she had been summoned.

But she knew why he had called upon her and she would not be the one to start that conversation.

Another minute ticked by, in the perfect still air of the studio.

Then, the King finally spoke, breaking the silence.

“What have you done, child?”

His voice, despite the tiredness of its tone, had a hidden sharpness in its words.

Was it anger, for having acted in the darkness? Resentment, for having chosen without consulting him first?

Or perhaps…was it worriment for his own blood?

Luscinia stood perfectly still, hand clasped behind her back, not allowing any emotion to trespass the barrier she had risen as she cleared her voice to respond with solemnity.

“What was needed for Insomnia and Lucis. I only had the welfare of this kingdom and the security of its citizens in mind, Sire. You yourself have imparted me with this lesson since you welcomed me to the Citadel. I am a Daughter of Insomnia and our Kingdom’s main Ambassador. My life’s only purpose is to serve the good people of this Kingdom by any mean necessary.”

Regis sighed, leaning against the back of his leather chair, bringing a hand over his eyes.

“What reason did you have to act in secret, going as far as to act behind your King’s back, without his knowledge?”

Luscinia maintained her air of neutrality, ignoring the sudden uneasiness that had started to crept into her chest.

“Despite having been advised the contrary -and believe me about this, Sire, I have been advised to not act as I did- I deemed secrecy necessary and acted accordingly. It was my own work, and the responsibility for it - for good or worse- is mine alone. I knew that you would have not…considered my point, if I were to come to you with this proposal. I needed time to gather enough evidences so that you could see the benefits we are to harvest, once you are to lend me your support.”

King Regis moved his hand from his eyes and raised his eyebrows, and gave the woman a long look.

“And whose support were you looking for, Cinna? The King…or your father?”

Luscinia pursed her lips, jaw tensing at the sound of her childhood nickname.

So, now he was wearing the Father’s mask.

She always found it was easier to deal with him as her King rather than her dad.

Much less complicated, with far less emotions involved and to deal with - something Luscinia always dreaded.

She let the question hang between them for moments that seemed to tick by as slow as hours.

In the end, she decided to play his game.

She unclasped her hands and slumped her shoulders ever so slightly, allowing her posture to relax. She even allowed her voice to turn softer - a daughter’s voice.

“Both. I need you to warrant me your support, Papa, both as my King and as my father. Did you read my report?”

Regis pursed his lips, brows furrowing as his attention was brought once more to the thick pile of documents sitting in front of him.

If Luscinia didn’t knew him any better, she could think that he looked almost forlorn.

“I did. In its entirety.” A sour smile graced his lips. “I must admit, Luscinia, I was impressed with how meticulous it was. It must have taken you weeks to gather all the data and verify their credibility.”

“Months,” she confessed in a whisper, rolling her eyes. “The Chancellor has the tendency to be erratic and hard to locate, when he puts his mind at it. He made my job much harder than it needed to be.”

Regis raised from his chair, helping himself with the cane that was always at his disposal, and slowly made his way toward Luscinia, his eyes never leaving hers.

Despite his stern expression, she could see something else hiding there as well: fear.

It was enough to take her aback: he had never showed fear to her. Not once.

“You are playing a dangerous game, Luscinia. The man seems to act like a fool, a buffoon strolling around without a purpose, but there is a reason he has been Chancellor for so long.” He murmured, allowing his worry to seep through his words. “Aldercapt relies on him in ways that extend way past his office’s duties.”

They exchanged a knowingly look.

“Then you know why I acted in secrecy and came to you when all that was needed was your signature to formalize this accord. The Empire is almost at our gate. It has devoured almost all of our territories. It’s planning to take over Insomnia as well, and they won’t stop until they do. I know you can keep the peace a while longer with the Wall-“ she stopped, her jaw tensing at the thought and its implications, trying to push the sadness down, locked away with all that was already under key in her heart. It was no time for sentimentalism. “-But regardless of this, Father, we need to act quickly. This could be the best compromise to at least stall the attack the Empire is planning and give us the time to actually work from the inside.”

Regis’ lips stretched in a wide smile, that hid none of his feelings for the stubborn woman in front of him. Sometimes it felt like looking in a mirror.

“Is that…a smile of pride, Sire?” Luscinia asked, amused.

“I have always been proud of you, daughter.” He murmured with kind voice. “ You have given me reasons aplenty. You know, perhaps…perhaps I should have been more forward and express my pride more openly. Maybe you would have had no reason to actually go behind my back to strike this agreement. However, I must admit that now my pride for you is overshadowed by a far greater concern for your own safety.”

The dark-haired woman tensed at his praise. She never knew how to respond to those affection, especially when that validation came from her father. While she never doubted his love, she was not always sure about his esteem toward her.

Hearing those words made her feel more more like an awkward adolescent rather than the self-assured woman she was.

So, she just cleared her voice, offering the King a somewhat embarrassed smile, redirecting the conversation on the matter at hand.

“Uh…No-no need to fret nor concern yourself over me, Father. I know what I am doing. Besides, I have been fending off for myself for as long as I can remember. You told me that it was the reason why you assigned me to Intelligence. I will get through this as well. We all be far safer and richer for it,”

The Kings frowned, his lips tightly pursed at her words.

“The Chancellor will never trust you, but will expect...the fulfilment of duties from you, may the Gods curse him a thousand times," he spat out the word as if they were poison in his mouth, and before he could stop himself, her wrapped his daughter in a hug. "You will be alone, constantly surveyed, all your correspondence monitored and possibly censored; Whenever you decide to travel, you will be followed around under the excuse of being escorted, and they will not allow you to be back to Insomnia alone - if they even will allow you to come back to us.” The King’s eyes filled with profound pain at the thought. “Cinna… you will be a prisoner in all but name. You will be a nightingale in a cage.”

Luscinia’s smile softened at his worry.

“You shouldn’t have read me that story so often as a child,” she joked, allowing herself to bring one hand to her father’s arm to comfort him. “You needn’t worry, Father. I haven’t earned being called “The Escapist” for nothing. Besides… I am not afraid of what they will do to me. I will fulfill my duties, whatever they might be. Considering what we know about their intention - their real intention - I just hope that this will help buy some time to you…and to Noctis,”

It was Regis’ turn to return the soft smile.

“You had been a good sister to your brother.”

She shrugged, shaking her head with sadness.

“Not good enough. If I could do more for him, I would. I truly would. But this is all I can do for him, to try and keep him safe. My gift to him. I will be the most loyal subject to him when he will become King, although I hope this won’t happen for a long time still. I will be his eyes and ears in the Empire. But until then, this is all I can do to protect my home and my family. Grant me the support needed to go through with this, Father.” She took his hands in hers, her gaze as resolute as it always was. “Trust in me.”

Regis sighed, his chest feeling constricted in a grip of guilt and worry, as he lowered his head.

Without another word, he walked back to his desk, each step feeling as heavy as if lead had been attached to his limbs, dragging him against the floor.

He sat back and took his pen, stopping his hand from the slight tremor that ran through his fingers.

He looked at his daughter one last time, and all he could see was the young child that would always come in his office and shyly asked to be read her bedtime stories, the child whose curious eyes would try and read whatever document he had on his desk because, all she wanted, was to help her papa with his homework.

How those years had flew by so fast, he still didn’t know.

How that bashfulness had transformed in steel resilience, he didn’t know either.

Yet it was all there, in the confident woman that stood tall and proud in front of him: a woman that loved her family to the point of sneak behind her father’s and king’s back, to strike an accord that would put chains to her hands.

He sighed one last time.

Then, with steady hand, he apposed his signature on the document in front of him, just beneath where his own daughter’s signature stood.

The official finalization of the Accord: Insomnia’s proposal of the arranged marriage between Chancelor Ardyn Izunia and Ambassador Luscinia Lucis Caelum, Daughter of Insomnia.

Bloody hell, I am done.

Don't ask me what happened or how I managed to finish the Prologue of this, because I myself am still wondering about it.

I just found myself thinking about my handsome bastard, and before I knew it, here I was pouring down word after word, while also making a moodboard banner for it .

But omg I am invested in this now.

INVESTED I SAY.

Well, I hope you will like this. <3

Sorry about the angst though.

It will happen again lololol.

--Nemo

#Final Fantasy XV #Final Fantasy #Ardyn Izunia #Ardyn Lucis Caelum #Luscinia Lucis Caelum #nyx ulric #ArdynxOc #It's a dangerous game #Nemo Writes #ocfairygodmother

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dearestgojo · 1 year

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It's almost April which means it's almost been two years of me bothering all of you with my silly little fics. Thank you to everyone who has stuck around this long with me, I have a really special place for you all in my heart. Thank you to all my mutals for the love, i'm giving you all kisses and hugs. While things aren't always easy, I'm happy with the space I've built here, I've known nothing but love from all of you. I'm crying now so I'm gonna stop *Insert pic of me ugly crying here*

In an attempt to not stress myself, I'm going to get ahead of myself and release this little event so that I can work on it throughout the rest of March and have things to release slowly throughout the first two weeks of April. If you're taking part in any of the other sections other than the giveaway section simply shoot me an ask with the section and all the details for that section and I'll add you to the queue. Everything will be under the following tag if you'd like to block:

🌷. two years here

Section One:

Giveaway: We will make an official announcement on Mar 19 afternoon. There will be 8 total winners. It will be opened to followers and mutuals who were here prior to Mar 19.

Section Two:

Slots Available: 11/15

This part of this event includes getting 3 phone wallpapers made(you can mix them up ex if you want 2 option 2 and 1 option 1 that is fine just let me know), it can be any character(s) from any fandom. There are two options to choose from.

Option 1: a simple wallpaper/lock screen with a small graphic and your character of choice in it (ex: images 1 and 3).

Opinion 2: a couple moodboard (ex: image 2) more examples

Section Three: closed

Short drabbles inspired by any of the songs below. A song can only be chosen once. Send me an ask with the song you're choosing and the character you'd like from any of the following fandoms: JJK, CSM, Kaiju No8, Haikyuu, Hell's Paradise, Gokurakugai, and TokyRev.

Call Me by Soap

Odyssey by Julia Pratt. Taken by @omiyours. Read Here

I Guess by Saint Levant. taken by @alucrds. Read Here

Tangerine by Tim Atlas

COCONUT PERFUME by Ray Laurel

Build Me A House by RIMON Taken by @k0utashi

Dancing with my phone by HYBS. Taken by @aztecbrujeria

Cherry Wine by grentperez. Taken by @foulvillain. Read Here

Nowhere by HENNESSY. Taken by @luckimoon

So Good by Weston Estate. Taken by @/foulvillain

Section Four: closed

Slots Available: 0/10

Appearance match-up and small (4pics) moodboard.

A random match-up with a character from any of the manga currently on my shelf. I'll randomly choose a manga, match it with a character, and make a small moldboard. All I'll need from you is a selfie or picrew.

#🌷. two years here

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rivershyperfixations · 5 months

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Hi!! :]

My names River, and this is a side account for me to ramble about my special interests and hyper fixations (hence the blog name)

Pfp is made in this picrews https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/154823

First image is of my friend. The badge at the end is from @snakesinsocks2005

I follow from CreepyGayScholar (I honestly never use that account). My other account is @helpimstuckinariver

My pronouns are mainly they/he/xe but u can call me anything except she/her. I'm also working on figuring out my neos

Im trans masc agender aroace

I'm a minor so for the love of God don't be a creep

I'm autistic, an agee regressor, and I have OCD and MDD. I'm also physically disabled

I'm an otherkin (faekin, Angelkin, endermankin, and dietykin. (questioning a couple others tho) I'm also a wolf, snow leopard therian, and shark therain (I'm still working on figuring out what kind of shark. Also questioning a couple other kind types too) I'm also a fursuiter

My current hyperfixations/special interests (may change)

MCYT (there's like a shit ton I don't support tho. If they're problematic in any way they can go to hell)

avatar (the blue people movies. But I also like atla)

Clowns (specifically pierrots)

Fursuiting

Some animals (spotted hyenas, sharks, and rays mostly)

Music

Oscar Wilde

The true lives of the fabulous killjoys

Demon slayer

Evangelion (I haven't finished it tho)

Joan of arc

Song of the Sea

MCR

WTNV and Camp here and There

Pjo

Chainsaw man (hant finished it tho)

Ena

#pinned post #pinned intro #intro post #lgbtq #lgbtqia #alterhuman #Otherkin #Therian #Mcyt #Qsmp #Avatar #Clowns #fursuiting #Animals #Biology #Oscar Wilde #Demon slayer #chainsaw man

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bulletnotestudies · 1 year

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23 books i want to read in 2023 ✨

or, if you know me, 23 books of which i will maybe read 5 bc i am a mood reader to a fault lmao

in no particular order:

hell bent - leigh bardugo

we all fall down - rose szabo

because internet - gretchen mcculloch

call down the hawk - maggie stiefvater

all that's left in the world - erik j. brown

if we were villains - m. l. rio

babel - r. f. kuang

the atlas paradox - olivie blake

spell bound - f. t. lukens

jade city - fonda lee

heavenly tyrant - xiran jay zhao

cursed bunny - bora chung

senlin ascends - josiah bancroft

ace - angela chen

portrait of a thief - grace d. li

in the dream house - carmen maria machado

something wicked this way comes - ray bradbury

in other lands - sarah rees brennan

the long way to a smal angry planet - becky chambers

the marriage portrait - maggie o'farrel

a gathering of shadows - v. e. schwab

a conjuring of light - v. e. schwab

why we sleep - matthew walker

tagging @upside-down-uni, @serendistudy, @selkiestudies, @dreamofghosts, @melaschnie and anyone else who wants to share (some of) their 2023 tbr! <3

#most of these have been on my tbr for QUITE some time lol #but yk #it is what it is #i'd rather wait years to read a book than force myself to read it and consequently enjoy it 3239% less #anyways #booklr #bookblr #tag game #books #2023 tbr

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haunted-headset · 7 months

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My WIP Leaks

Take my Hand "Where the hell did you get the car from?" she asked as she sat in the passenger seat. "My sister," he said as he started to drive. "Okay, so what's the plan?" "We drive to the gas station & change our appearances so that nobody will recognize us," she said. "We cut our hair, change our clothes, wear sunglasses, & wear masks." He nodded. "Then we drive to the airport & get on our plane to Brighton as quickly as we can," she said. "We don't buy any snacks to make sure nobody recognizes us." He nodded again. "Then, when we land in Brighton, we find the nearest hotel & spend the night," she said. "& the next morning, your friend Hilda will pick us up & drive us to her apartment." "Correct," he smiled. "We've got this." He paused before asking, "Are you really sure about this?" She nodded. "Get me out of here."

Sanborn View I was working at my market, but it was empty except for me and my music. Painite was busy as the president of Sanborn View, Moonstone was in the library, Carnation (formerly known as Maisie) was creating something in her workshop, Zircon (aka William) was making clothes or feeding ducks, and Adventus (aka Atlas) was baking in his cafe. Just when I thought it would be a boring day, Carnation burst in. “A new runaway has arrived!” she exclaimed. “Get up, get up!”

Paradox City Milo had no idea that when she was asleep, her wooden bluejay fluttered over to Milo & sat down upon her head. Milo also had no idea that her mother’s lucky pencil, which was still firmly gripped in her hand, started to glow a soft purple & it emitted its lavender rays on her vine drawing. & only the wooden bluejay saw the vines start to become real things, growing out of the sketchbook and blooming small, yellow flowers. & only the wooden bluejay knew that these flowers tasted absolutely delicious.

30 People, 30 Days “Can we all just focus, please?! There are tons of us trapped in this wardhouse, & from what I’ve seen there’s no way out!” I raised my voice. Then, a person in all black walked out in a fancy outfit and an anonymous mask. They stepped into the warehouse with all the guards. We all looked over at them with anger. “Who are you?!” someone yelled. “Who I am is to not be revealed to you, ever. But I would like to welcome my new 30 contestants to a game.” The voice spoke, its voice deep. “A game? What game? I don’t want to play no game.” Quinn said. “Ew, improper English,” someone mumbled. “This is where you’ll be staying.” The voice pointed to a room to the left.“There you’ll be fed your basic three meals, and make new friends. Your first challenge begins promptly at 8am.” The voice walked away.

Just Like Mama Never Made Good parenting was never something that I had seen. My mom’s an alcoholic and my stepdad’s a stoner. My siblings and I never got one good thing out of them. Hell, my siblings and I were lucky that we had a roof over our heads and that we were alive. The damage my parents had created was terrible. Sometimes I woke up so scared from nightmares about them that I had to remind myself of my name, remind myself who I am, remind myself that I’m alive. Let me know which one sounds the most interesting & I'll release more leaks of it!

tags: @vibestillaxxx@joviepog@ax-y10@themonsterunderurmom @wilburstan@smolsleepykitten@funnyreally2009@crows-death@dykepunz@aresriiots@0miamor0 @cathers-world@defonotval@chipch0p@mazzistar16@unmellowyellowfellow@justalittlebitofchaos@thosecolorfulsheets@vopix@taylors-version-from-the-vault@aine-lasagna@merianakross@veeislost@urfav-sapphic-siren@shazbaz58-blog @wifiatthetrainstation@mcr-pr-fob@shd454 @universe-friday @rqvii @idioticion @m0thza (let me know if u don't or do wanna be tagged!!)

#wip #my wips #unfinished #work in progress #wip stuff #fanfic #creative writing #current wip

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weirdowithaquill · 1 year

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WIP Game:

RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPS. (... I do not know this many people)

Thank you @jobey-wan-kenobi for tagging me in - here's my best attempt to categorise the various inane WIP pieces I have floating about. Oh, and cause I'm a multi-fandom writer, the fandom is at the end of the title.

Edit: Alright, so now I'm sort of using this as a check-off list for things I've written. Things people ask about generally get more progress done on them - so ask about what you want to read!

1: Jinty, Pug and the Ffarquhar Branch Engines (RWS) 2: Bowler the Redeemed Engine (RWS) 3: Arry the Churlish Engine (RWS) 4: Murdoch the Mighty Engine (RWS) 5: Seaside Engines (RWS) 6: Duncan the Disagreeable Engine (RWS) 7: Sir Topham Hatt and his Engines (RWS) 8: Ivo Hugh the Young Engine (RWS) 9: Arthur the Midland Engine (RWS) 10: Mixed-Traffic Engines (RWS) 11: Mid Sodor Engines (RWS) 12: The Caledonian Twin Engines (RWS) 13: Very Important Engines (RWS) 14: Silent Engine Bert Again (RWS) 15: Duke's and Duchess' Engines (RWS) 16: The 2004 Special: The World-Famous Engine (RWS) 17: Edward; a Requiem in Steam (RWS) 18: Mavis the Quarry Engine (RWS) 19: History of the Sodor Highland Railway (RWS) 20: The Island Song (RWS) 21: Five American Engines (RWS) 22: TATMR Horror Story (RWS) 23: The Reject Railway (RWS) 24: Tales From the Other Railway (RWS) 25: Tidmouth Train to Hell (RWS) 26: RWS/World Trigger Crossover (RWS, World Trigger)

27: Hyuse & The Iron Horse (World Trigger) 28: Crash-Course in Meeden (World Trigger)

29: In Orwell's World (Voltron) 30: Comfort Food (Voltron) 31: Pidge & Dr Strangelove (Voltron) 32: Keith and the Wolf (Voltron) 33: Grandma McClain and Adam Join the Voltron Crew (Voltron) 34: Planet Obscure (Voltron)

35: TDWT Rewrite (Total Drama) 36: Total Drama Grand Tour (Total Drama) 37: Pull Your Weight (Total Drama) 38: X-Treme Torture Rewrite (Total Drama) 39: A Night To Remember (Total Drama) 40: In the Hold (Total Drama) 41: Total Drama King Lear AU (Total Drama)

42: BirdFlash story (DC) 43: Jingle Bells, Nightwing Noel (DC) 44: Red Hood Reading Club (DC) 45: WikiHow Does Not Have An Article For That! (DC) 46: Manor on the Hill (DC) 47: Swear Jar (DC)

48: Malevolent Spirit (Saiki K) 49: When You Fall, I Will Pick You Up (Saiki K) 50: Dark Reunion's Anti-Love Ray (Saiki K) 51: Rome (Saiki K) 52: How to Win Over Saiki K, or a Rhapsody of a Man Not in Love (Saiki K) 53: Saiki K Europe Trip (Saiki K) 54: Kusuo's Christmas (Saiki K)

55: Jinrao (Naruto) 56: Obito, Father of the Jinchuuriki (Naruto) 57: Akatsuki Parents (Naruto) 58: Naruto & Nazis (Naruto) 59: Sakura Out-trains Everyone (Naruto) 60: Dogs Shouldn't Be This Hard! (Naruto) 61: Refuelling Shouldn't Be This Hard! (Naruto) 62: Work Shouldn't Be This Hard! (Naruto) 63: Barbeques Shouldn't Be This Hard! (Naruto) 64: Snorkelling Shouldn't Be This Hard! (Naruto) 65: Adoption Shouldn't Be This Hard! (Naruto) 66: Children Shouldn't Be This Hard! (Naruto) 67: KakaObi Regency Story Part 2 (Naruto) 68: Sasuke/Naruto Story (Naruto) 69: The Club (Naruto) 70: Atomic (Naruto) 71: Only Love Can Hurt Like This (Naruto) 72: The Railwayman AU (Naruto) 73: The Hidan Story (Naruto) 74: School Shenanigans (Naruto)

75: Just Ask Him Out Already! (Assassination Classroom) 76: AssClass Yearbook (Assassination Classroom) 77: The Theoretical Sequel to 'The Informant' (Assassination Classroom) 78: Lost in the Night (Assassination Classroom)

79: Britain in the AtLA World (Avatar; The Last Airbender) 80: Picture of Sokka of the Water Tribe (Avatar; The Last Airbender) 81: Night at the Fire Temple (Avatar; The Last Airbender) 82: Fast Car (Avatar; The Last Airbender)

83: Stay Away From Minnemeny Island (One Piece) 84: Kaoru and the German (Ouran High School Host Club) 85: Romantic Killer AU (Romantic Killer)

86: The White Elephant *The Sherlockverse* (Various)

Right... so that took way longer than expected. Originally, it all seemed fine - I have most of my things in a single, neat folder. And then I remembered I have a Microsoft Account... and a WordPad full of old fics... and several workbooks with their own things in them. I think I'm still missing one workbook, all truth be told!

@lswro2-222 @predawnrex04 and that's all the people I know who aren't @jobey-wan-kenobi

Edit 2: When I get down to like... 60 or something WIPs on here, I'm going to overhaul the list to take them off and put up the new ones. Until then, remember to ask about the WIPs you're most interested in!

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amplichor · 7 months

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@6cular said " you're acting like you haven't seen me in a week "

lips pull , stretch against the fabric of the norm, a SMILE opening up the default glower that fancies her expression when the world decides to drop gojo satoru in her orbit again . normally , she reroutes , stares at the map and traces red , blue , green lines to escape . trusts atlas to hold the earth STEADY in her get - away .

SOMETHING IS WRONG , has to be for utahime to be happy to see gojo . maybe she hit her head , concussed . perhaps by this stupid notion of reluctant fondness that tends to POP up , like flipping a light switch from OFF to ON . perhaps she can call it torture , the universe , fate, whatever one may dub it, waging war on her for dancing beneath moonlights smile , rays spreading against a scarred face , for pressing four leaf clovers between book pages in an effort to improve her luck .

this is unlucky . at least she ' d like to consider it as that , however her conscience knows the truth . she ' s far from unlucky , for The Strongest is here , she ' s saved . her apprehensive attitude directed toward him borne from the pure 𝐣𝐮𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐭 angle he kept , carefree , navigating through life with a reckless approach simply because he is the strongest . and getting away with it . because despite the higher ups being present , trying to boss him around : THEY CAN ' T TOUCH HIM . however , no matter how ENVIOUS she could be , one thing to be thankful for is his moral compass , if he were to have a distasteful compass , held up by the ideas of wealth and greed , if he were to fall into an antagonists place , it would spell the end of the world as they know it.

apprehension , distaste , annoyance are all good descriptors for the male , usually . under different circumstances, where she ' s not so RELIEVED , where she wasn ' t so afraid . eyebrows wrinkled together , creased in the middle and the relief POURS itself over her . shoulders release tension , ( a hug ) it ' s a contemplative move that follows , forgetting about the opposite ' s 𝙸𝙽𝙵𝙸𝙽𝙸𝚃𝚈 and meeting the wall and pausing completely . ochre eyes roll , an absolute way to COVER , BURY . IGNORE whatever the hell she was thinking with that approach . she doesn ' t hug , especially not him . ❝ tch . maybe it feels that long idiot ❞ no matter how thankful she was beneath the hard pressed surface . her tone is truthful as her statement is -- you see the curse that she ' d been assigned to exorcise trapped her , time passing much faster in it ' s domain than outside . her arms cross now , uncertainty dipping into her gut .

#。＊ ˚ ⭒ . ✶ interactions . ❜#standing man emoji #ANYWAY #under a read more only because it is long #6cular

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thefunniestguy · 1 month

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your creativity is on top [explodes] sokka eating a taco

#thank you :3 #atla #my art #rays atla hell #<- counting this as that . this IS my atla hell #sokka atla

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swforester · 1 year

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Just curious, but have you been to Spider Gates cemetery in MA? I've heard a lot of crazy things about it but also people say it's a rather mundane looking place. Lol

I have. There are a bunch of stories about this place. Someone hung themselves from a tree next to the entrance. At night you can hear whispers and voices in the woods around the cemetery. Hidden inside is the 7th gate of Hell. To get there you have to park a fair ways away on the side of a street and then take a trail. There is an entry about Spider gates in Atlas Obscura, a really cool resource for finding strange and weird stuff anywhere in the world. The gates would seem to suggest a spider web but really they were influenced by art Deco and are meant to look like the the rays of the sun. When I visited, what I found was a quaint Quaker Cemetery, surrounded by a stone wall. Autumn leaves were blowing around the very simple gravestones of the Quaker tradition. It was actually quite beautiful- and peaceful. I'll have to find those photos and post them again. It's located in Spencer MA.

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barcode-kid · 2 years

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ninjago genetics. sorta. a confused ramble. (spoilers)

So after seeing an obscene amount of people say that they'd like to see/think that whatever is coming after Crystalized will be about the ninja's children (personally, hate the idea), I began to think about Ninjago genetics--more specifically, in relation to powers.

So. We know that elemental powers can be inherited, received after a master dies (i'm assuming. otherwise, there'd probably be some weird 'royal' lines), and… possibly given away…? What happened with Zane and the previous master of ice isn't clear to me. Anyway, it seems only one elemental holder can exist at a time (ignoring time travel), so that made me wonder how the powers are transferred. Kai has fire. His dad had fire. Did Ray's powers automatically just 'transfer' to Kai the moment he popped out of the womb? Or did Ray's power gradually dwindle after Kai's birth? Because we've seen some of the ninja as kids in flashbacks, yet they are never shown or mentioned to have powers. But we know that Kai and Nya had to take over the blacksmith shop young, meaning they may have had to use their powers. I'm also wondering how one figures out they are an elemental, especially if they have no parents. I attribute Nya not knowing about her water to writing/production, but her not assuming she's an elemental could also allude to the fact that children of elemental masters don't always receive their parents' powers (but honestly i can't remember if the siblings even knew their parents were elemental masters). So what determines if a child gets genetic power? Is it chance, or does it happen 100% of the time? Ignoring that the writers probably just wanted to match Nya and Kai to their parents, what was stopping Kai from inheriting water? And then we have Cole. His mother was an elemental master, but his dad was not. Does this mean Cole had a chance of not receiving Lilly's power? Jay also falls under this category.

I have so many questions, especially about Lloyd. According to the wiki, his energy isn't an element but an essence from the First Spinjitzu Master's powers. As we know, all the powers come from the FSM (except amber?); this includes creation and destruction, the first which is possessed by Wu and the latter by Garmadon. The FSM basically materialized the brothers (iirc), so we're just gonna ignore genetics there. But since Lloyd's dad is Garmadon and Garmadon still has his powers, does that mean essence isn't passed down and instead simply inherited? Neither of the brothers have energy power, but Lloyd has it anyway, so it might just be about being connected to the FSM. This makes me wonder if Lloyd had a kid, would they inherit one of the four essences? Or Lloyd's essence? Anyway, moving on and coming back to Zane. Zane has technically died. Same with Cole. And Kai's heart has stopped. How long do elementals have to be dead before their powers are 'transferred' to someone else? Do they have to go to the departed realm first and chill there for a while? Were there just no babies being born during the times the ninja in question were dead? WHY IS THERE NO NEW MASTER OF WIND? Like don't get me wrong; I don't expect some AtLA avatar council to scour the globe (island) for newborn elemental masters, but idk man. Returning to Zane once more--he is almost as confusing as Lloyd. Personally, I feel like he can't really ever die. But that's a whole other conversation. Basically, he could technically possess ice for eternity, but if he didn't want to anymore, how the hell would he give it away? While we're on the topic of parents, big rip to Jay. IIRC, he would have gotten his powers from his mom. Wish we knew more about his parents and backstory. k side note but if elements are transferred to children immediately upon birth, can you imagine ed and edna with a damn lightning baby? now i wanna see the ninja as kids…

#ninjago #the first installment in: help im supposed to be writing an annotated bibliography but legos have hijacked my brain

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fandompeepsgoburrrr · 2 years

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Due to 3 hopes i changes quite a lot of songs and even added quite a few. I also changed the order somewhat.

Please enjoy this Character Theme Song playlist. I worked hard and am very proud, let me know what you think!

Full track list under the cut

Edge of Dawn

Black Eagles: Trouble - Valerie Broussord

Edlegard: Monster - Crashing Atlas

Hubert: Reaper - Glaceo

Ferdinand: Glass Piano - Kathleen

Dorothea: Shangri-La - Caitlyn Scarlett

Bernadetta: Courage - Clay Finnesand

Petra: Finish Line - He is We

Caspar: Call me Fighter - Matt Beilies

Linhardt: Fly Away - Lola Blanc

Jeritza: Cover My Traces - Reach

Crimson Flower: Jericho - Celdweller

Blue Lions: Panic Room - Au/Ra

Dimitri: It Knows Me - Avi

Dedue: Walk Through Fire - Chuxx Morris

Felix: Playing God - Paramore

Ashe: Lions! - Lights

Sylvain: Sky Full Of Song - Florence & the Machine

Ingrid: Handmaid - Xenen

Mercedes: Stand In The Light - Brody Ray

Annette: Climb Higher - PinkZebra

Miklan: Come And Get It From Me - Sun Heat

Glenn: Blue Skies (Remix) - Workday Release

Azure Moon: Soldiers - Fjoka, Neoni

Golden Deer: New Tradition - Saysh

Claude: Wander. Wonder. - The Arcadian Wilds

Hilda: Time To Go - Jilian Linklater

Lorenz: Prodigal Son - Rationale

Lysthiea: Future Me - Echosmith

Ignatz: Dear Doubt - Michael Schulte

Ralpheal: Fighters - Kris Allen

Marianne: Stray Italian Greyhound - Vienne Vega

Leonie: Keep Fighting - FireFlight

Holst: Never Surrender - Liv Ash

Verdent Wind: Into The Wild - Connell Cruise

Abyss: Can't Go to Hell - Sin Shake Sin

Ashen Wolves: Alarm - Score

Yuri: Monet Issues - Chase Petra

Hapi: Like That - Bea Miller

Constance: Talk Too Much - Coin

Balthus: Botton Is A Rock - Mother Mother

Alfreic: Cruel - Everlove

Cindered Shadows: Breath Of Life - Florence & the Machine

Garreg Mach: Feels Like Home - Atoms to Ashes

Catherine: Lion's Tale - The Miscreants

Shamir: Things - Matilda Smedius, William Beneckert, HiP CouLouR

Cyril: Old Scars/Future Hearts - All Time Low

Alois: On Your Side - CiN3MA

Gilbert: Dreamer - Brave The Royals

Hannamen: Conspiracy of Silence - The Swoons

Manuela: The Grey - Annelle Staal

Jeralt: Guardian - Aether Realm

Sitri: Solitude - Valahlore

Byleth F: Valley of The Dolls - Marina

Byleth M: All Eyes on You - Smash into Pieces

Anna: Adding To The Noise - Switchfoot

Silver Snow: Heavy Hands - Ryan Lake, Joshua Duchene, Mary Clair Le Plante

Saints and the Apostles: The Call - Regina Spektor

Rhea/Serios: Plenty - Aeseaes

Seteth/Cichol: Stories - Lilli Furforo

Flayn/Cethleann: The Glow - Shannon Saunders

Indech: Chasing Twister - Delta Rea

Macuil: Feel Good - Weathers

Aubin: Make Them Hear You - nine

Chevalier: Legacy - Lost Star

Noa: One Foot In Front Of The Other - Emilie Autumn

Timotheos: Broken Bird - Jared & The Mill

Sothis: Legends Never Die - Ty Brown

Agarthians: Hush - One True God

Solon: Violence Fetish - Disturbed

Thales: Long Forgotton Sons - Rise Against

Kronya: Warpath - Tim Halpern

Cornelia: Alpha - Little Destroyer

Myson: Me and Mine - The Brothers Bright

(Elites)

Nemisis: Woke Up A Rebel - Ruebens and the Dark

Blaiddyd: Run Wild - Laney Jones

Fraldarious: Dare Ye Cry Mercy - Sirena

Dominic: We Are The Brave - VERIDIA

Daphnel: Indestructible - Daniel Baron

Charon: Savage Daughter - Sarah Hester Ross

Lamaine: Dragons Accoustic - Annelle Staal

Gautier: Soldier - Fleurie

Gloucester: Crooked Ways - Motion City Soundtrack

Goneril: Helios (Burn Me To The Sky) - Alpine Universe

Riegen: The Darker The Weather/The Better The Man - Missio

Maurice: Monster - Gabbie Hanna

#fe3h #fire emblem three houses #fe16 #fire emblem 3h #few3h #fire emblem warriors three hopes #fe 3 hopes #3 hopes #character themes #playlist #azzy speaks #Spotify

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momochizoey · 1 year

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I posted 878 times in 2022

That's 678 more posts than 2021!

63 posts created (7%)

815 posts reblogged (93%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@visdiefje

@appsa

@dreamofnightsandfireflies

@likeadragonfruit

@madelyn-mads74

I tagged 350 of my posts in 2022

#goncharov - 55 posts

#zoey wrestles with writing - 16 posts

#ask game - 14 posts

#azula - 10 posts

#thanks for the ask! - 10 posts

#zoey rambles in the tags - 10 posts

#atla - 9 posts

#likeadragonfruit - 8 posts

#victoria chase - 6 posts

#life is strange - 5 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#anytime im on the bus or train with headphones in i try to embody the feelings i got from seeing max look out the window listening to music

My Top Posts in 2022:

An excerpt of the multi chapter Chasefield fic I'm currently working on:

“OMG, V, don’t be obvious, but look at the hippie. She totally spaced out and broke that dumb camera of hers.”

Victoria rolled her eyes at Taylor. As if she was ever obvious about spying unless she wanted to be. What is she, an amateur? Still, she leaned back in her seat, changing the angle she was sitting at as if she was getting more comfortable listening to Mr Jefferson. She kept her gaze on him attentively for a few seconds longer (not like that was much of a chore) before she flicked her eyes to the side.

Taylor was right: Max’s camera looked busted, loose parts gathered here and there on the table, and she was visibly stressing out trying to put it back together.

Victoria almost laughed and whispered a snide remark towards Max, when suddenly the words caught in her throat.

A cloud had parted outside as Max was bent over her camera, her knuckles pressed against the side of her head. The hair falling in front of her face was lit up with a golden glow in the rays of the sun, and the soft shadow and light playfully danced across her frowning face.

Before she could think about what she was doing, she reached down to her bag. She took out her camera, aimed it at the vision before her, and with no extra thought, no perfecting the settings, no changing the depth of field, she shot.

The click of her camera snapped her out of it. Hurriedly, she tried to hide her camera again, hoping nobody saw-

“Victoria. I know this is a photography class, and I understand the urge to capture an image can feel overwhelming. But please, pay attention. I don’t get paid to talk at you, I’m here to teach you, and I can’t do that if you aren’t listening when I speak.”

She flinched at Mr Jefferson's reprimand, blushing as she noticed the rest of the class was staring at her.

She scrambled for a convincing cover story. "I'm so sorry Mr Jefferson, I just bumped into my camera bag, and I thought I saw a scratch on the lense and wanted to see if it showed up on a picture. I was paying attention though, you were talking about chiaroscuro? That's like, the interplay between light and dark, right? Like Diane Arbus?"

He sighed. "That's correct Victoria. But please, next time, wait until after class?"

She nodded, and, ignoring her friends' inquisitive looks, she sank into her seat with her arms crossed in front of her.

What the hell was that? Why did Max-fucking-Selfield cause her to completely lose her mind? She was in the middle of class! And not just any other boring class, but Mark Jefferson's class!

And then that picture! It was like she completely forgot everything her parents had taught her about the exact art of photography! It was entirely unprofessional, the environment was completely uncontrolled, the lighting wasn't coming from a precisely calculated angle, her model (whose identity she refused to think about for the moment) wasn't posed to her exact directions to evoke the specific emotions she had determined in advance. Frankly, she was almost convinced she must've damaged her camera by forcing it to take such a terrible photo.

She shot the cause of this… lapse of judgement, a look of disdain, only to startle at the intense stare the normally timid hipster had aimed her way.

Something behind those blue, usually doe-like eyes, had turned its attention to Victoria, and she could almost see the cogs turning in her skull.

For a second, she wondered if this is how prey felt.

Then Max blinked, and the feeling disappeared.

I've been working on this fic for weeks now, and I'm currently about 7k words in? But while I want to have more chapters ready before I actually start publishing it, I got too impatient and had to share this first scene with you all here! Consider it a teaser! Anyway, I hope you like it! Life Is Strange, and especially Maximum Victory/Chasefield has (once again) taken over my heart, and I'm so excited for the moment I can share the full and completed story with you. Which is definitely coming, I'm in a pretty good writing groove and I know where I'm going, so look forward to it!

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Azula Week 2022 Day 4 - Discovery

Decades had passed since the end of the war. Time may have healed most wounds, some better than others. But discovering impossible ghosts on your doorstep can reopen old wounds.

'He shuffled his feet for a moment and cleared his throat. “Is- is this the residence of Grandmaster Katara?”

“That’s me, yes. What can I do for you?”

“My name is Baatar. I believe you knew my father, Sokka?”'

For Azulaweek, thank you so much for hosting @azulaweek

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I know the clock symbolism has been talked to death already, but what I haven't seen anyone mention is Katya's watch!

In the boat scene, Katya's escape plan hinges entirely on the perfect timing: Sofia's stumble, Andrey's distraction, the cigarette, all of it. And she makes it! Her timing is perfect to the millisecond, which she could because of her very expensive Swiss watch, the one she asked Goncharov for for their anniversary.

Just one problem: her watch was actually ahead by 12 seconds.

She was extremely lucky that the timing actually called for a slight delay, but there was no way she could've known that, or even that her watch watch was delayed. The only reason we know, is that if you pay attention you notice the clock tower rings 12 seconds after her watch said it should have. And yes, you could argue that that was a delay on the clocktower's part, or perhaps even a mistake of the film crew, but if there's one thing we know about Martin Scorsese it's that nothing in this movie has been unintentional.

And my heart just aches for Katya because it's the foreshadowing of it all. She did everything right, acting correctly with the information she had, and it was pure luck, fate almost, that it worked out this time. But in the final scenes (when she's noticeably wearing a different watch, the Italian one given to her by Sofia, that does run perfectly on time), her betrayal of both Goncharov and Sofia is also the only correct course of action she could have taken given the information she had, only this time it doesn't work out. It's the perfection that leads to her downfall: by attempting to control her fate she actually ensured that fate couldn't give her the help she needed. By trying to shackle time, she actually bound herself to it, mercilessly dragged into the gearbox until she's ground down by the clockwork of time.

And that's not even mentioning the red-stained strap of the new watch! It's suggested to symbolise her determination, willpower and leadership at first (making excellent use of colour theory), but it actually has its meaning flipped on its head, because Scorsese actually uses the much rarer negative connotations of red, symbolising danger, violence and anger, again foreshadowing her path.

39 notes - Posted November 21, 2022

A Scene from Getting Family Approval

I've been struggling with chapter 3 of Getting Family Approval (the combined Ursa/Iroh chapter) for months now, but I really wanted to write Something for the Ozai chapter which is set after that one and the Hakoda one, so I wrote this. Not sure yet if this will be part of the actual chapter when I get to it, or if it's just a different POV of what's happening there, but I hope you enjoy!

Ozai took a deep breath as he was led into the prison’s garden by his guards, enjoying the smell of the fresh air and the feeling of the sun on his skin. He might not have his inner flame anymore, but sometimes, in the heat of the sun, he could pretend.

Of course, unlike his old cell, this one had a window, so he wasn’t completely cut off from the sunlight, but it couldn’t compare to the direct feeling of the rays of Agni during his rare visit to the garden.

Watching my words when I speak to my daughter is a small price to pay to enjoy this, he thought.

Speaking of Azula, he wondered what the occasion was. Usually she came by once every six months, but it had barely been four months since her last visit.

There’d always be a low table set up in the garden, where they’d share tea and even some fried mochi with togarashi seasoning. He’d never admit it, but he appreciated the fact that she remembered his favourite snack, and that she actually made sure to get him some even if it was only twice a year.

He’d asked her once, why she did all this. The nicer cell, the visits, the books (carefully selected and approved, but still). He knew he would not have done the same in her position.

“You’re a terrible person, dad,” she’d answered, looking him in the eye with a quiet intensity. “You used me and Zuko, you were a tyrant and you happily continued waging a war on the world we never should have fought in the first place, and I will never forgive you for it.” She’d sighed, then. “But you are still my father, and that means something to me, even if it doesn’t to you.”

They hadn’t spoken more during that visit after that, finishing their tea in silence. He still wasn’t sure what to make of it.

Now, as he reached the table, he noted with surprise that his daughter wasn’t alone this time.

Seated next to her was a Water Tribesman. If he remembered correctly, it was the same boy who'd insulted him after his defeat, the one who’d masterminded the invasion during the eclipse.

Ozai couldn’t think of a single reason the boy could have to visit him. Probably not a social visit then. He sat down at the table, back straight, and greeted his daughter with a nod. “Good afternoon, Azula. This is a surprise. Zuko hasn’t changed the calendar, has he?”

Azula snorted, and the Water Tribesman coughed to hide a laugh, looking at Azula in disbelief as if he couldn’t believe Ozai was capable of making a joke.

“No dad, we’re here with a reason, actually.” Interesting, the use of ‘we’ meant the two had planned this together. As he took a sip of his tea he puzzled over what the two of them could have been doing that involved him of all people.

“Let me start with introductions. Sokka, this is my father, Ozai. Dad, this is Sokka, my fiancé.”

Ozai choked on his tea.

What?

41 notes - Posted March 27, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

My post-canon Yuezula oneshot is finally done!

Summary:

“Have you been angry about it? Felt genuine anger?”

Yue looked away, eyes staring out over the field of vibrant pink spirit flowers. “No, I- That wouldn’t help anything. I can’t change what happened. And I wouldn’t, I had to do it for my people and the world. It’s not like I could let Tui die. I had a duty and it’s good that I could help.”

“That doesn’t mean you can’t be angry about it.”

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