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iutdwae · 7 months

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pairing. bangchan x (afab)reader

cw. thigh / ab riding, size kink and mutual pining if you squint, hints of sub!chan, chan is so desperate when it comes to your pleasure </3 poor baby comes in his pants >< friends to… something..? kinda pwop because i'm sleepy and i just really love the idea of grinding on chan's abs :<

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[ i had to come out of my 3 year tumblr writing hiatus because this has been on my mind for so long, and that picture that changbin had posted of his back did not help at all… ]

chan's rapid change of physique came to no one's surprise. given his role as an idol, you knew how much he valued being "presentable," to be the visually strong leader of a group of equally strong men. he'd started to spend more time at the gym, and in return, his build had more of an effect on you than you liked to admit: competent abs, the firm muscle lining his torso. the way his skin dips and curves, begging to be seen whenever he lifts his shirt up "innocently," but you swear it's an invitation every time.

suggestive complaints spilled from his plump lips about how sore his body is from his training earlier, the sweat still drying on him as the musk lingers. he's tempting and he knows he is, sleeves rolled up to accentuate his broad shoulders. his arms bulged as they cross over his body. "it's still hot," he excuses, but you know he wants you to take note of the way his veins texture his skin.

yet chan has the audacity to act flustered when you compliment the muscle he's worked so hard for. it's his routine, even in front of the camera: show off just to hide behind his fingers, that familiar red tint flushing his cheeks. but it's obvious he's putting on a front this time. he wants you to need him, too prideful to take you for himself. he's purposely stretching his body upwards, skillful in how he lets a sultry groan fall from his tongue while the hem of his black shirt rides up his waist to expose his defined v line, tantalizingly disappearing into the fabric of his sweatpants.

he has the audacity to act smug when you find yourself hopelessly rubbing against his clothed thigh, perched on top of him while your fingers ghost the lines of his abs. one of your hands grasps at his shoulders, nails digging into his delicate skin as one of his own rests gently on your hips, feeling the way you roll against him. his shirt had long been discarded, courtesy of your desperation as well as his discreet eagerness.

"you're so beautiful, princess," he coos lowly, brows furrowed and eyes hazy as he watches your expression. his cock is straining against his pants, just as sore as he claimed his body was, and you can physically feel how wet your pussy is each time you rock your hips forward. "y'like getting off knowing i'm all yours, don't you?"

you'd never had a preference for body type, but chan's build seemed to break you as you watched it develop; squirming at the mentions of his measurements, wide shoulders with a pretty waist, perfectly sectioned abs adorning his stomach. it was something about him in particular that had you craving him. he was nothing short of a gentleman, respectful and ideal. the type of man you knew your parents would approve of immediately. chris is careful with his words, knows exactly what to say and when to assure everyone he's acquainted with knows that he is no hassle.

perhaps, in some sinister, perverted fashion, it's his pleasantries that had you thinking of your best friend in ways that were animalistic in more ways than one. you caught onto every single one of his innuendos, all of the subtle gestures that you interpreted as bait, that made you wonder how tainted his mind was behind his polite and polished demeanor. watching him carry the weight of his members around on stage with nothing more than a soft breath, you couldn't help but let your mind wander, would he be able to manhandle you with that same ease?

soon enough, he'd slipped your pants off, though instead of settling back onto his thigh, you were straddling his torso, sore cunt draped right on top of his abs. chan let out a guttural whimper at the feeling of wet heat sliding across his stomach, clit catching along the dips of his muscle that sent static down your spine; both of you are sensitive, him in ways he couldn't really explain. "fucking love your pussy, baby," he gasped, dark eyes peering up longingly through long lashes. although there’s no pressure against his waist, he bucks up anyway, rutting his hips into thin air to counteract your own motions. large hands grasp your hips, thighs, ass, anything chan can reach from where he’s leaning back against the couch. “you’re so pretty getting off on me.” he’s desperate to feel more of you, latching onto any skin he can grope, his palms roaming aimlessly around your frame as they dip in and out from underneath your shirt.

meanwhile, you’re just as lost in the moment as the male is: hips stuttering as you grind down on his stomach, his hardened abs providing the perfect amount of pressure and rigidness that your cunt practically cried for. the soft pants that escaped your mouth matched chan’s rhythmically, whines coated with lust and neediness. you hadn’t been far from the truth, at least it didn’t feel like it when your best friend was just as turned on, grunting as he tried to nudge his clothed erection against you.

chan still upheld his chivalrous personality, even when his dick was painfully straining on his pants; he didn’t dare disrupt your chase towards your orgasm, moaning lowly as he watched your brows cinch, eyes clamped shut with your mouth gaped open. “gonna come all over me, huh?” he breathed out, sweat beading at his temple. the way your pussy slipped so easily along his abs made him dizzy, sopping wet and sticky against his skin. it was so much more than what he always imagined when he fucked himself into his hand, drunk on the way you used his body like this was what he’d worked so hard for—for you to come all over the muscle he trained for months to develop, leaving red streaks under your nails along his defined back and grasping onto him as roughly as he was groping you.

you could feel his abdomen tensing between your legs, laying more of your weight onto the male as your thrusts became more fervid and sloppy. your clit was caught right between the ridges of his abs, rocking back and forth as wanton cries fell from your lips to echo his own. with the way you were fucking yourself onto him, he would’ve assumed you were just making up for a lack of proper pleasure; though in reality, you’d just been thinking about how he’d fuck you since the very beginning of your friendship.

“channie, i’m so close,” you barely manage in the midst of your cries, the sound of your pussy lathering his skin in wetness loud enough for the both of you to hear. what you can’t see behind you is the obvious tent in chan’s pants, going unnoticed for the time being. it’s carnal and shameful the way you’re getting off on each other, his desperate attempts to fuck against you leaving him looking like a dog in heat all while your hips move rapidly on his torso.

his grasp tightened on your hips, guiding you as he pushes your weight further down onto him, and he’s rewarded by the loud gasp you let out as your body shudders. “come on me, princess. show me how good i make you feel.” chan’s sitting upwards now, his touch trailing up your sides as his eyes never leave you for a second. one hand, thankfully, makes its way between your thighs, his finger rubbing at your clit and he almost moans out loud at how wet you feel under his touch. “c’mon, i’m all yours, baby. let it out.”

what chan doesn’t expect is for himself to come too, immediately after watching your orgasm seep into the lines of his muscles, pussy fluttering and red at the sudden stimulation. he can feel his own cum pressed against the tip of his cock, staining the front of his pants with a relieved groan. and he can feel the slight burn of the scratches you left on his back while you’re coming down from your high in the security of his large arms. you can only mumble sniffled thank you’s to him while he holds you right against his chest, though he can’t help but rut up against you while you’re properly situated on his lap now. “you did so well for me, pretty,” he reassured you right into your ear, hoping you were too distracted to notice the way he was still trying to grind his cock against you. but the feeling of his wet sweatpants was unmistakable against your bare cunt. you’d speculated that chan had pretty good stamina, and it seemed to prove right when he’s eagerly sliding his sweats off to properly show you just how good he can make you feel.

#i love chan's abs #and his back #i just love buff men #bangchan #bangchan x reader #bangchan smut #bangchan imagines #bangchan hard thoughts #bang chan x reader #skz smut #skz hard thoughts #skz x reader

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mrskokushibo · 1 month

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Announcement and Teaser

After a long hiatus, I am writing again. I am excited to inform you that the first chapter of my first ever series comes out at the end of this week.

It is a story I have been holding in my heart and thoughts for a long time now. Namely, my version of the backstory of Michikatsu's failed marriage.

It will be a deep dive into the complicated relationship between siblings, lovers, all in the confines of a time and a culture that did not leave room for emotional expression other than behind closed doors.

This story is important to me, as the Tsugikuni twins and their tragic fate have been an obsession of mine since the very first time I read the manga. I sincerely hope that you will follow me on this journey as the story unfolds.

I will be thrilled to hear your feedback and am open to plot discussions. Just pop in an Ask with a header Burn Up.

When a new day begins, the memory of the moon gets erased by the blazing rays of the sun.

TEASER BELOW (exerpt from Ch 2 or 3)

‘Please sit, y/n. I will only be a moment.’ Yoriichi pointed politely with his large hand toward a stone bench under a large tree.

The sun wasn’t very strong yet and the air was still saturated with the residue moisture of the cooler night. It was a lovely morning, of the day before your wedding. You were glad you could spend it with Michikatsu’s quiet but amiable brother.

As he walked away, leaving you alone for a moment, you got seated in the cooling shade of the large platan next to the fenced-off paddock, your attention turned toward your surroundings. Inside the enclosure, it strolled a shapely white mare. The horse seemed friendly and walked up to you when you stood up and came closer to the fence. It was round at its hunches, with a noble small head and big eyes. The silky straight dove white mane was fluttering in the light breeze.

But, all of a sudden, the horse was startled. In a blink of an eye, it neighed, thrust its head up in the air, and trotted skittishly into the middle of the paddock. You did not understand what would cause such a change in the horse’s demeanor until you looked toward the stables. Out of the wide entrance, came Yoriichi, leading a large raven black stallion. He was holding the horse firmly by the reign at its mouth. The horse was a thing of beauty and you could not take your eyes away from it.

Large, with powerful hunches, black hide glistening like polished ebony in the warm rays of morning sun, huge hooves, covered with feather of black hair, and a long, fierce head with dark chestnut, almost maroon eyes. Its mane and tail were thick, long, and wavy. The mane was blending with Yoriichi’s equally huge and wavy hair. For a moment you had to look away as a faint blush began to sprout on your cheeks.

But then your eyes were drawn as in trance back to the sight in front of you. Yoriichi’s ponytail was swinging side to side in time with the horse's tail. And … what showed itself, you were not the only one blushing. His blush grew stronger, making him look truly adorable, creating such a stark contrast to his large frame and masculine features.

‘I wish to apologise for what you are about to witness, y/n. I did not think before I made the offer to look after you today. But this, well, process, cannot wait. The mare needs to be inseminated today as her owners are going back to their estate this afternoon. I am truly sorry about this.’

He looked down at his feet and turned his gaze to the side, fidgeting uncomfortably with the reigns.

‘Oh, but Yoriichi-sama. I do not mind. This is the nature of farm work and I am no stranger to farming. Please, do not apologise.’

At the same time, in your mind, an apology to the gods was already forming as you felt wetness pool between your legs. Yoriichi’s presence caused you to imagine things… Things a soon-to-be bride of another man, let alone a twin of Yoriichi, should not imagine. It was wrong on so many levels but Yoriichi’s kindness, timid and respectful behaviour were triggering these thoughts in a way Michikatsu’s presence never could.

MASTERLIST

Tagging 💜 @doumadono @muzansfangs @crescentmoontsuki @horror4themasses @cursetopia ❤️

Special thanks to @sorrowful-lover for helping me find the peace and tranquility I needed to be creative again 🙏🩵

Divider by @saradika Artwork: Pinterest

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floram-creative · 3 months

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Picking Strawberries with the TWST boys

Characters: Jade Leech, Ace Trappola, Kalim Al-asim, Vil Schoenheit

Gn! Reader

TW:None <3

Written by: Bearam

Edited by: Evershade

Hi again everyone! Sorry for such a long hiatus but I’m glad to announce that we are working towards posting more often again. Being as it is Valentine’s Day, I thought this would be the perfect time to bring some fan fiction writing back, especially for the type of content we post! Speaking of which, happy Valentine’s Day everyone! I hope you all know how loved and appreciated you are<3. Although it is just a little bit of a later gift, I hope you will enjoy this post! Lots of love, Bearam.

Jade

For Valentine’s Day, the two of you agreed that rather than do something extravagant, it would be more enjoyable for both of you to escape the noise and do something quiet and intimate. While looking for places that would fit that description, you stumbled upon a small strawberry field in the countryside that would let you pick as many strawberries as you could for a pretty reasonable price. Both of you immediately knew that was exactly what you were going to be doing.

When the fateful day finally rolled around, you couldn’t help but race around like a child. Although he had a calm exterior, Jade was equally as excited as you were and he jogged to the strawberry field (although it was partially to keep up with you). The elderly farming couple warmly welcomed the two of you, happy to see such an excited couple, handing both of you small trays with little cups of condensed milk to dip your strawberries in if you wished, and sent you on your way.

The strawberry field was impressive in size and was speckled with beautiful ruby-red strawberries scattered around the entirety of the field. Now, you always knew that Jade had a green thumb, but it was made even more apparent by his ability to pick the sweetest strawberries on the field. “All of these strawberries are delicious!” Jade smiled brightly at you, his cute, sharp teeth showing slightly which you always loved. “Well, that’s because you know how to pick all of the sweet ones!” You chuckled as you bit into one of the juicy berries. You picked one to demonstrate to Jade what you meant after being met with a very confused boyfriend. You held out the strawberry to your boyfriend as he carefully feasted on the berry, avoiding your fingertips. “I’d say that strawberry is plenty sweet…” he mumbled as he licked the juice off his lips. He picked one for you to try. “I’m more than sure they are equally as sweet!” He held out a ruby red strawberry for you to have. You, also being careful to avoid chomping on your boyfriend's fingers, bite into the strawberry, immediately filling your mouth with deliciously sweet yet tart juices of the fruit. “Jade,” you paused to look into his eyes, “That was the most delicious strawberry I have ever had the pleasure of eating.” He finished off the remaining fruit, stem, and all, and shrugged. “Perhaps I found it sweeter because you picked it for me” he teased playfully. “Maybe your fingers make them sweeter” you teased back, kissing his soft fingertips. The two of you laughed and continued picking strawberries for each other to have the rest of the day.

Ace

Although you had expected Ace to suggest going somewhere like the movies for Valentine’s Day, you were pleasantly surprised to hear him suggest a strawberry-picking date. Of course, you accepted as this sounded more like an idea you would suggest. When the day calmed around you were extremely excited to see Ace with a single rose at your door. “For you,” he said playfully holding out the red rose. “Pretty!” You exclaimed, but looked at Ace and questioned, “Did Riddle ok you stealing one of his roses?” He chuckled in response and merely whispered, “Rules are meant to be broken you know.” You sighed as he dragged you out to head to the field.

When you got there, you were surprised by the quaintness of the field. While it was relatively nearby, it was surprisingly empty, allowing the two of you full access to the field. The little strawberries were bright red and very plump. “Whoever gets the most wins!” Your boyfriend yelled, grabbing a basket near the entrance of the field. “Oh, you are so on!” You yelled back, grabbing a basket of your own and picking as many of the juicy berries as possible. Ace occasionally Waltzed by, snagging a few of your strawberries and eating them. “If Riddle catches you for that rose I am not going to be the one helping you make a strawberry tart!” You yelled back, Ace kissing your cheek before scurrying away laughing his socks off. After a few more minutes, and your basket full to the brim, you went to go find Ace to tell him you were done, only to find him with a basket equally as full. It was going to be a close one, and you two sat down to count your strawberries and (drumroll please) you won by a single strawberry! “Ha! And that would have been more if you did it steal so many!” Ace rolled onto his back in defeat, “You’re too good at this! I had to at least give myself a shot at winning!” You laughed and asked, “So…” you said playfully as you rolled over next to him, “What do I get for winning?” Ace lay in thought for a couple of seconds until finally reaching his bright idea. “Dinner is on me and you get to choose where to go.” You excitedly got up, picking up your basket of strawberries, and pulling your boyfriend off the floor. “Let’s go then!”

Kalim

A couple weeks before Valentine’s Day Kalim started to plan an extravagant party which you shot down as kindly as you could by suggesting going to a strawberry field instead (which Jamil silently thanked you for). Kalim excitedly took up the idea and immediately started planning the excursion to the strawberry field. When the day came around, you were greeted by an ecstatic boyfriend, holding a basket containing a beautiful assortment of wildflowers. “I was too excited to get much sleep so I decided to get some for you!” He proudly smiled at his gift, offering the basket to you. “You can use the basket for the strawberries too!” Before you had the chance to thank him, the two of you found yourselves on the magic carpet, zooming into the field.

When you got there, it was a pleasant surprise. It was a small field, in a beautiful area near a quaint lake, the surrounding wildlife slowly budding into the spring season. Kalim helped you off the carpet, holding out his hands to you, and continued to hold you close as you entered the field. The whole field was bursting with life, the berries sparkling in the sunlight. You excitedly skipped to the end of the field, escaping your lover's embrace, and spun around in joy. He smiled softly as you frolicked around in the field and brought back some berries in the basket he gave you. “Look at this one!” You smiled, “it’s so pretty!” Kalim picked up the strawberry, and playfully pulled your hand closer to his mouth, eating the berry. “Mmm!” He lit up, “tastes good too!” You laughed at his satisfaction. “No really! You have to try one!” He smiled, snagging a nearby berry and holding it by your mouth. You carefully but down, avoiding your boyfriend’s fingers, and looked up in shock. “That is the best strawberry I’ve ever had!” He chuckled back, “I told you!” The two of you made your rounds across the field until you filled the basket up. “We can take some back to Jamil!” Kalim beamed. “I’ll take some for Grimm too!” You smiled back. The two of you hurriedly dragged the heavy basket back to the magic carpet and left the fields with excitement, hoping to see the reaction of your dear friends.

Vil

Vil had always been the type for extravagant dates, taking you to the nicest places in town for a “simple date”. After all, he had to pamper his muse. Valentine's Day was no different, as he proposed his luxurious plan in detail to you weeks before, down to the exact time of day. However, you had to admit that while you did enjoy his pampering, it was difficult to go to town without Vil getting recognized, taking time out of your very rare dates. While you appreciated your lover's efforts in planning something so extravagant for Valentine’s Day, you proposed your own idea. “This all sounds really wonderful, but what if we went here instead?” You said as you leaned closer to Vil, motioning to your phone. You had seen videos of people going to a strawberry field recently, and it sparked your interest. “It’s further from town, but I think it would be nice!” You explained as the video ended. Although you hadn’t expected Vil to be so keen of your idea, especially being as it was outside where the sun could potentially damage his pristine skin, not to mention the dirt and bugs commonly found in a place such as a strawberry field. Contrary to your belief, he seemed to entertain the idea, meeting your gaze with excitement. “That sounds amusing!” He replied joyfully, immediately starting to plan the little excursion.

When the day finally rolled around, you were greeted by Vil and a small, well-wrapped box. “For you.” He said, handing you the box. You were surprised, not knowing whether to save the gift to open later until he said, “What are you waiting for dear? Open it up!” You gently unwrapped the box, finding a pair of bracelets inside. You immediately thanked him and realized that although they were the same bracelet, they were differing in color. One in gold, and the other in silver. “I got one for the both of us, but I thought I would let you choose first.” He explained, smiling softly. “Are you sure you’re not just making me choose because you couldn’t decide which one suited you more?” You replied, chuckling. “Although this is well in my character, I promise it is truly because I wanted you to choose first.” He laughed back. You struggled with the decision for some time before finally making up your mind, clasping the remaining bracelet on Vil’s wrist. “ Just for the record I think you’d suit both” you smiled, as he clasped the other onto yours. He smiled back and led you outside, the both of you now heading to the field.

When you arrived, you were pleased to see the field relatively empty, giving the two of you plenty of privacy, and there was an abundance of ripe berries to enjoy. You skipped off ahead of your lover, excited to try some of the fruit. You picked one off the vine and took a large bite, the sweet flavor making your eyes widen in surprise. You spun around and ran to your boyfriend, immediately picking another berry and handing it to Vil. “Try One!” You exclaimed, eagerly waiting for his reaction. Taking a bite himself, he met your eyes with surprise. You chuckled at his reaction and took his hand, the two of you walked through the field, picking berries to your heart's desires.

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12boogaloo · 3 months

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Okay, I cant take it anymore. The brain rot is REAL

Been on a writing hiatus since 2019 or 2020 (I honestly don’t remember so don’t @ me)

And what gets me to finally start writing again?

You guessed it ladies, gents, and serpents!

Fucking TROLLS 3

Let’s get this bread or die trying y’all 😈

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So first things first: I didn’t come up with the AU’s I’m using here! They were created by TheMiraculousMat and Keebsification on here and AO3

The AU’s in question are The Eldest and The Youngest and Out The Train Wreck

I just love it when people see John Dory and think “hmmm yes this grown man can fit so much eldest daughter energy in him” cuz SAME

So I thought: what if I just… put em together? OTT! JD and E&Y! JD have a grip on my soul and I’m filling a formal complaint in the form of fanfiction for not just 1, but 2 other pieces of fanfiction!!! Cuz why not

I’m gonna post the notes I’ve had about this idea for the past 2 week, at least the first part.

Well… it’s half notes, half chapter really…

Maybe. MAYBE. I’ll clean it up and post it on AO3. Maybe… probably lets be real

Anyway. Y’all can call me Boog and this is Project: Hyperfixation Won

Actual story name pending…

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Part 1: Author’s Actual Notes because they are a nerd

Got an idea

Gonna scratch the itch

Half brain rot dump and half story here

Combination of the Eldest and Youngest JD and the Train Wreck JD

I also head canon that trolls have tails and claws and fangs

They’re lil creatures

Basically the same stuff happens in TW with the manager and John being Branch’s father.

Branch grows up knowing JD is his dad while everyone else thinks they’re brothers.

He and Luka are dating. He’s basically Branch’s other dad.

Luka gets taken and John thinks he died. He keeps his glove to remember him.

The fight still happens. John still leaves but promises Branch that he’ll come back.

He goes to the Neverglades for the next four years.

When he gets a letter about Rosiepuff and Branch he immediately heads back to the tree to take care of him.

Pretty much all of E&Y happens but with the change of Branch knowing JD is his dad.

Makes the trauma of him leaving worse in a way which adds to the angst of the first parts delicious, but it also makes their bond really solid later on.

John forgot that everyone in the village knew them as brothers until Poppy asks him if John is Branch’s daddy out of the blue. He panics and says “no” on instinct and they both decide to just go with it. Easier than explaining it to everyone.

She still doesn’t know. Nobody does.

John still loses his arm trying to save Creek(nasty ass).

One morbid silver lining John felt was that at least it wasn’t the hand he wore Luka’s glove on. Small miracles. Lol I’m sorry

Branch doesn’t remember Luka anymore, at least not really. He sorta remembers a burgundy haired troll that he thought was important but couldn’t remember anything else about them so he didn’t think too much about it.

John doesn’t really like talking about him and Branch hasn’t ever asked so he doesn’t bring it up.

He starts dating Hickory and he does tell him about Luka. He admits that while he definitely is falling for Hickory, a part of him will always belong to Luka and their relationship will always be really important to him.

Hickory is more than okay with that and even tells him that he would’ve loved to have met the man that made his sweetheart so happy and kept him safe before it was his turn. (John just about cried when he said that same buddy and agreed that they’d probably get along pretty well.)(He shows Hickory pictures of him and Luka one day and they laugh over the fact that John clearly has a type.)(And, based on Hickory’s own light blush, same.)(He immediately said Luka was ‘real cute’ and John still laughs at him for it.)

He also tells him about Bold and how Branch came to be. (Hickory spent solid hours comforting him afterwards and spent an equal amount of time thinking of ways he could get Dickory to help him torture the bastard if he ever saw him.)(He decides in that moment that he’d do anything to protect his boyfriend and his son. Anything.) (He’s also even more grateful to Luka when he hears about how he protected his love the day they met. He really wishes he could thank him…)

Branch makes jokes about not calling Hickory his stepdad till they get married, which makes John flush bright blue. (Hickory just laughs and winks, the traitor.)(Hickory secretly really wants Branch to call him ‘Pops’ and he’s so obvious about it.)(Branch finds it hilarious and doesn’t on purpose. He’d actually love to call him that, he’s just being an ass.)(You’d think he wouldn’t ever want to but no. For some reason, it’s only thinking of Hickory as ‘Papa’ specifically that makes him feel wrong. Like that’s not available to him. I wonder why.)

After saving Floyd, the boys all start spending more time together as a family. Floyd and Clay move into the bunker with John and Branch. Bruce still lives on Vacay Island but he tries to visit at least once a week, even bringing his wife and kids with him if he can.

They still love doing shows together and will do a big one every two weeks at least.

A few months later, they’re getting ready to hangout together after a performance in PopVillage. Hickory isn’t with them, he was actually watching with Tiny in the crowd, so he can’t see them.(Lil dude is really attached to his “Uncle Cowboy” and “Uncle Johnny” it’s adorable.)(And yes Guy is close by, Tiny is still very very grounded.)

Poppy wants to introduce them to a former stage manager that she’s worked with before that had come to see the show from TrollCity. Branch has met him once before and thought the guy was weird and a little creepy but nothing else made him feel suspicious so he kinda just ignored it. He figured if Poppy trusted him, it was fine. (Obviously he still kept an eye on the old bastard, cause your boy isn’t paranoid for nothing. And you never know.)

They all agree to meet and when they get backstage… it’s him.

Bold.

The bros old manager. The man who hurt their eldest unimaginably.

JD basically shuts down as his younger brothers immediately shield him from view.

They need to get out of here without causing a scene. Fast.

“Poppy, I think we need to go…” Floyd mumbles, his usually soft features twisting in both anger and slight fear as he stared the old troll down.

Poppy looks at them in confusion, “Wha- but you guys said you wanted to see everything we set up!!” She looks between the brothers and the older manager, Branch joining her as his eyebrows furrowed.

“Sorry, kids, I don’t think we can do that…” Bruce doesn’t take his eyes off of the old man as he steps back, closer to Clay and Floyd who were holding John Dory’s arms and hands to keep him steady in their safety bubble, their tails wrapped around his waist. “Not when he’s here.”

Poppy blinks in confusion. “What do you mean? Have you met Mr. Bold before?” She asks.

The old bastard chuckles. “Don’t worry, Miss Poppy.” Poppy huffs a bit at being called ‘miss’. (She’s Queen, dammit. Only Hickory calls her ‘miss’ and it’s always as a joke.) “I was the boys’ manager back in the day! It’s just been a while since we’ve seen each other.” He looks over each brother, clearly trying to get a look at John Dory and noticeably souring when he’s blocked. Then he smirks, taking a few steps closer, his wooden cane thunking against the floor. John flinches with each tap, tap, tap. “You’ve all grown up so much.”

Bruce holds his ground, crossing his arms and rolling his shoulders, his bigger body blocking most of JD from view. Clay was growling behind him, both him and Floyd curling closer to John and their ears pressed back in irritation. Bruce gives a humorless chuckle. “Heh. Yeah, we’ve grown up, Bold. We grew up and you’re fucking old now.”

Poppy gasps. “B-Bruce, that’s not nice!” She turns to Bold and smiles nervously. “I’m so sorry-“

The man waves her off. “Don’t fret. I’m sure he didn’t mean anything by it. He’s right after all.” He looks at them again all smugly, leaning on his cane. “Like I said, it’s been a long time.”

Floyd scoffs. “Not long enough.” He growls, baring his teeth. His claws start coming out and he’s thankful he’s holding John’s prosthetic arm as he feels them scratch the metal.

“Woah, okay, what the hell is up with you guys?” Branch finally steps in. That was so unlike Floyd to say something like that. He’s never seen the older troll that angry before, he’s never seen any of his uncles that angry before.

Bruce huffs. “What’s up is that we’re leaving. Now.” He goes to turn around to start steering his brothers out of the room when he hears Bold chuckle, making them all freeze.

“You all really have changed so much,” He says, his tail swaying side-to-side behind him. John looks up and they manage to lock eyes, Bold smiling sickly as John stares in horror. “Especially you, Johnny Baby.”

John feels sick. He feels like he’s gonna pass out. He feels his legs start giving out as Clay and Floyd rush to hold him up. He feels his body going completely limp and his vision blurs and his chest hurts and he can’t breATHE-

Bruce tackles the old troll, immediately landing brutal hits to the bastards face. He screams between punches, “DON’T TALK TO MY BROTHER!” Bold tries to hit him back, only managing to smack Bruce in the side once with his cane before continuing to get pummeled.

Branch and Poppy jump in frantically to pull him off of the man and the three of them stumble back. Bruce shoves them off and glares at Bold again. He was lying on the ground, groaning and clutching his nose, there were scratches and bruises on his face and he was covered in his own glittery copper blood. “Stay. The FUCK. Away. From John.” Bruce pants and shakes out his hands, flexing his exposed claws. He spits on the ground. “Bastard.” He turns back to his brothers. “Cmon, let’s get out of here.” He lifts JD up bridal style and Clay and Floyd follow him as he starts rushing to the door.

“Wait, hold on!” Branch runs after them, leaving Poppy standing in confused horror at what just happened.

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That’s what I’ll give for now lol

I have like wayyy more written out but I’m mean so 😈

Anyway

Thank you for coming to my ted talk

Lmk what y’all think ig

Check out the folks that created these AU’s plz @matmiraculous and Keebsification (idk their tumblr so plz don’t yell at me) both on AO3 where I found them

Later yall

#trolls band together #hickdory #eldest and youngest au #out the train wreck #trolls john dory #holy shit what has happened to me #hyperfixation ftw #trolls clay #trolls floyd #trolls branch #trolls bruce #my fav besides John Dory

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Okay now, NBC Found startin to bug me. Before I take my hiatus, Imma gone head and get this out after last night’s episode.

One: This coulda been one of the best dark romance couples I’ve seen on tv in a hot minute if they had just aged Gabby up and made Sir’s motives more clear. Like, obviously ya can’t do romance now cause it would be hella weird, but like……he DOES wanna be her partner in EVERY WAY: a parent, a teacher, a…….lover, but…..we’ve already established that can’t be….like, why did we write it this way??

Two: Gabby, girl ain’t you tired of threatening Sir every promo?? Like, find another way to tease the next episode…..(also, actors can only do so much with cringe writing; at some point the acting is gonna get a lil……questionable if the writing is). And, OF COURSE HE BROKE THE CHAIN; we’ve already established he WANTS to be there, but if you gone act reckless, so is he

Three: and perhaps my biggest issue is that…maybe this show shouldn’t be a procedural…..We get too much of those plots (and yet, also not enough, cause it seem like they always solve the cases too quick or that it’s rushed) and not enough of Sir/Gabby…in the present. I appreciate the flashbacks, but I also feel like we need an equal amount of flashbacks (sometimes)/present Sir/Gabby, AND cases and I don’t think we’re getting that. Just a lot of case plot (which, I feel, is why they solve them so quick) and 2-6 minutes of Sir/Gabby working on the case or her dealing with her feelings towards their situation. Separate that time out as equally as ya can to well round the overall story as well as the case of the week.

Of course, just my feelings, but I definitely will be sat for that season finale and already eagerly awaiting 2 lol 😅

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phantom-bleu · 5 months

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So i said my piece abt everything to the mods and long story short i dont support the morning brew zine anymore and ive said theyre welcome to remove my contribution. I left after saying what i did so idk what the moderators' responses were but it seems to me theyre asking contributors if they want to remove their pieces so hopefully my & other ppl's wishes are respected

This news didnt quite reach tumblr but basically a writer featured in the zine, mooncake_madness, has written multiple espresso/madeleine fics involving sexual abuse between them. Im still not really sure who was in the dark vs who was afraid of speaking out about it but i want to make it very clear that its not the fault of the contributors that this was allowed; their s/a works on ao3 are either set to user-only or whatever equivalent of that exists on the site so this was already obscured from people like me who dont have ao3 accounts, but at minimum 2 of the mods knew about it or were personal fans of this writer's work and they made a deliberate choice not to mention it to any of us.

Like imo there was a purposeful cover-up to allow this writer on the zine, and really which contributor knew what makes no difference because the moderators should have made sure EVERYONE knew. There shouldnt have ever been an attempt to hide or even feign cluelessness on the part of the moderators ("their works are publicly viewable so you had to have known" THEYRE NOT EVEN PUBLIC) like all i wouldve wanted is to not be strung along to contribute to a zine for a pairing i love alongside someone who wants to write like 4 fucking fics about espresso being raped, and the fact of the matter is i (and everyone else) was led into doing so because of simple negligence.

Like i think the ONE warning they gave abt mooncake's ao3 was "beware of nsfw content" on the public twitter which is really funny because they made no comment like that to us contributors, and also "nsfw" is a hilarious way to avoid saying "CONTENT WARNING FOR RAPE." I wonder why they Did Not Say That. And 1 of the moderators is a confirmed previous fan of mooncake's stuff so its super fucking cool that they prioritised including their favourite s/a author over the personal boundaries of the artists and writers making their zine happen. For free.

So yeah. there were a lot of cool ppl on this zine. its upsetting that all of our work got overshadowed by the inclusion of one fucking guy the mods thought would slide under the radar. I dont even think it was an hour before people started talking about it. the zine is apparently on hiatus rn (Hopefully to give time for contributors to decide whether they want to follow through w the project) so there isnt any way to view it anymore. but i think in the coming days there will probably be people posting their pieces independently of the zine and where i can ill share their work, because everyone put a lot of heart into their pieces over the course of 3 whole months and i dont want that passion and dedication to be ruined by shitty moderation. The pieces in this zine were all motivated by everyones individual love for espressleine and i think it shows. and equally if theres anyone who decides not to pull out of the zine (bc there are valid reasons for that) please give them a chance too

#I dont think we need to worry abt this on tumblr but equally dont harass anybody involved #i still dont know who was unaware who was afraid to speak up and who was actually complicit #and the latter was an extreme minority so ive chosen not to name names in case i accidentally drag innocent parties into this

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pandorasword · 1 year

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Chaeri as the 8th and youngest member of BTS.

Chaeri's masterlist

❒ Requested ✓

❒ members: Hoseok; Jimin

❒ genre: Fluff

❒ words: 2.3k+

❒ summary: In which Dior's fashion show becomes just an excuse to forget about the hiatus

❒ notes: I really don't know how to give genres to my writings, PLEASE give me some lessons about it lol + I didn't proofread it so be nice

❒ warnings: Mentions of a broken ankle; mentions of the hiatus (💔); mentions of enlisting

「 The Holy Trinity at the Dior fashion show: Jimin, J-hope, Chaeri 」

January 2023

Paris.

For years she'd had mixed feelings about that city. Paris had raised her, sheltered her in its beautiful streets, taught her the language described as 'the most beautiful in the world', and introduced her to people she would never forget. Yet, that same city had taken away something equally important from her.

Returning there, on no occasion, was never a choice made for pleasure or melancholy, but always for work. The more she kept away from it the better it was for her mental health. And in any case, every time she had been there since that far-off 2013 she always had the members of her group beside her. "This time would be no different" She had told herself that throughout the flight from Korea to France, faced alone with the staff members. There she would meet Jimin and Hobi. Thanks to them, she would feel more relaxed.

Too bad they had not left together. The hiatus had begun and everyone was busy with their own projects as soloists.

Well, for her everything had actually stopped at the beginning of the year, when a snowboarding accident had forced her into an ankle brace and numerous sleepless nights because of the hurt. In fact, that was the first event she had attended since BTS began their break.

She would not be as glorious as she would have liked, with her leg still bandaged, but she was not going to back down.

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Walking in on crutches at the entrance of such an elegant and important event as the Dior fashion show bothered her a bit, but it was even more bothersome when she had to spend a few minutes posing for the cameras without them.

Standing unsupported still created twinges in her ankle that, if she hadn't studied for years how to hide the discomfort from her face, everyone would have noticed

"Chaeri, tu es la plus belle" "Chaeri, regarde ça. Souriez-moi" "Bienvenue chez toi, Cheriè"

Although all the photographers were praising her, she couldn't wait to get herself out of that situation. The pain was growing by the second.

As she turned her face to signal to some of the staff that she had enough and wanted her crutches back, she felt first two warm hands rest on her hips and then her arm carried over the shoulders of the person who had arrived at her side.

Her eyes almost started to tear up when she saw who it was: Hobi

Her Hobi, always there to support her. He literally did that time.

"Is it better?" His contagious smile made her feel instantly well. She leaned against him as best she could, not straining her injured leg.

"It is now" She gave him a soft kiss on the cheek which the paparazzi captured instantly

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Hobi helped her the whole time, gave her the opportunity to lean on him whenever she needed it, he even offered to carry her all the way inside the event but she quickly declined "I'd become the main event if you carry me as a bride inside."

"Sweetie, you already are the main event. Have you looked around?"

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As they approached the end of the carpet, always with Hobi as her support and help to walk without making a fool of herself, Chaeri's face lit up the moment she saw Jimin, not far ahead, sitting among the crowd of other celebrities. His face was continually lighted up by overly close paparazzi who kept asking him to pose for them, and he, not at all bothered by it, smiled and did as he was asked. An angel. He was sitting rather uncomfortably, though, as he tried with one arm to cover as much space as possible at his side to keep room for the two who were about to get close to him.

The girl slipped out of Hobi's hold, now only a few steps away from Jimin, and quickly covered those few steps that separated them "Hey! Take it easy" J-hope stood behind her, entertained yet worried at the same time about his "little sister's" ankle. She nearly launched herself at Jimin for a hug. Not very stylish, however, she definitely couldn't care less at that moment. She was not used to being away from her members, so seeing them again caused her emotions that she was unwilling to hold back. J-hope laughed and shook his head. "You two are like a couple of kids” he teased, but his heart was warmed by the sight of his two friends reuniting “The kids you raised” “True”

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The lights on the celebrities attending the event were dimmed, almost completely off. The runway on which the models walked in the season's most exclusive and fashionable clothes was lit up, instead. The music so loud you could barely hear what the person next to you was saying.

The three of them sitting in the front row looked at the endless array of accessories, coats, and branded shoes.

As exclusive an event as it might have been, an honor to be invited to, Chaeri couldn't deny that she was bored to death.

She wasn't the type of girl to enjoy being still and silent for so long, especially when she had cameras pointed at her and had to ponder all her movements.

As if Jimin could read her mind, he leaned over just enough to have his lips attached to her ear “How's your ankle feeling? Any better? I didn't have a chance to ask you before.” By the time the three members of BTS had reunited, the paparazzi had gone wild and demanded a series of pictures that ended only at the beginning of the show.

“It's still a little sore. But I'm looking forward to getting back to my normal routine soon, if I don't die of boredom first tonight”

Jimin was quick to cover his mouth with one hand to suppress a laugh, "Oh come on, you're not enjoying this?"

“It's all too stuffy and too formal. About fifty models must have gone by already, they are so fast that I can't even look at them properly”

“This is how fashion shows work, Chaeri-ya”

“If I ever manage to host such an event for my brand, it will be very different from this one”

“I would really like to be your main model”

“Fine, you’re hired. Now, please entertain me”

“I’ll whisper some funny commentary in your ear to make it more interesting.”

And so they went on, whispering all the while to each other's ears.

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After the Dior fashion show Chaeri, J-hope and Jimin emerged from the building to the sound of paparazzi and fans shouting their names. They smiled and waved, thanking the crowd for the support before ducking into a waiting car.

Per their requests, bodyguards had agreed to carry the group in the same car. They would have dinner together and then each would be driven back to different hotels to continue with the activities scheduled by the company.

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As they entered the restaurant, the hostess stared at them, clearly taken aback by their glamorous attire. Chaeri had directed the driver to take them to that quaint little restaurant that served simple yet delicious French cuisine.

Not the typical restaurant Bangtans were used to eat at by then.

It was rather tight, very rustic and informal. So informal that they, in their fancy clothes, looked like a clunky note in a perfect score.

"Bonsoir, nous aimerions une table pour 3 personnes, s'il vous plaît"

They were seated at a cozy table in the corner of the restaurant and handed menus. The young waitress's eyes were out of their sockets, clearly having recognized them, she was so nervous that she spent as little time as possible next to their table in order to not appear to be oppressive

Chaeri, a French food expert, took it upon herself to order for everyone. She asked for a bottle of wine and two large plates of coq au vin and beef bourguignon.

"Trust me, you guys are going to love it"

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The dishes had been served (and also emptied). They had eaten as if they had been at home, stealing each other's food, pouring wine informally, laughing without having to restrain themselves.

"I saw you guys laughing the whole time and thought 'There, if Namjoon was here he would surely give you a glare to make you stop'."

The diner was almost closing, and the three of them did not seem to feel like getting up. The only noises at the moment were the laughter of Hoseok, comfortably seated with one arm along the back of Chaeri's chair, and the sound of dishes being washed from the restaurant's far (but not that far) away kitchen.

"I got chills thinking back to Namjoon Hyung's angry look. He never spared us that," Jimin finished his glass of wine, his eyes shining remembering.

The girl tilted her head slightly, with a mischievous smile. Then, with an amused air, she said in a somewhat teasing tone of voice "Speak for yourself, I have always behaved well on stage and at events." her eyebrows rose in a playful way as her lips curved into a smile that seemed to mean 'come on, I don't believe it either'

The two guys glanced at each other before bursting out laughing

"You were always the one who behaved the worst!"

"You always led me down the wrong path, Chaeri-ya."

"Jin-hyung was the only one who could make you behave somehow."

A punch in the stomach. This is what Chaeri felt every time Jin's name was mentioned since he had had to move away from them to do mandatory military service for Korea.

The mood between them changed all of a sudden. The girl smiled wistfully, she missed her Jin so much. "Yeah, the only one."

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As they walked out of the restaurant, still wearing their fancy Dior outfits, a group of fans was waiting for them outside the restaurant.

The bodyguards had been quick to place bars and keep everyone sorted and respectful.

They had waited all that time outside in the cold to see and talk to them. Chaeri, nor Jimin and Hobi, would have looked ahead without stopping to spend some time with armys.

Chaeri greeted everyone, and limped over to the group of fans behind the barriers closest to her "Hi guys, ain't you cold?" She turned to the staff members "Can someone please bring a hot drink to all of them?" She faced the fans again "How many of you are here, sweethearts?"

Armys were touched and happy to have their beloved idol within a few feet of them, they flooded her with questions, trying to keep each other respectful, just as Chaeri had specifically asked.

"What did you guys have for dinner?"

"We had coq au vin and beef bourguignon. It tasted amazing!"

Fans started asking for recommendations on where to eat in Paris. The girl was more than happy to oblige, and she spent the next few minutes chatting with the fans, telling them about her favorite restaurants in the city.

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Hobi helped her into the car that would take her back to the hotel. He took special care not to let her put too much strain on her sore foot, held her hand, and made sure she was comfortable before stepping back. The two boys standing on the sidewalk watched her as she sat in the comfortable seats of their company's extremely expensive car

"I'm not ready to say goodbye." "Neither are we, Chaeri-ya" "We promise we will visit you soon, very soon"

"Today felt like -- like we never announced our hiatus"

Hoseok bent just enough to stick his head inside the vehicle, took her hand and gently kissed it "It will end sooner than you think. The best is yet to come."

"Do you really think so?"

Jimin also made room to make himself visible to the girl.

"Yes, the best is yet to come."

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They watched as the car drove off, the girl waved to them through the rolled-down window, and then disappeared down the streets of Paris, the city she loved and hated.

Without looking away from the spot where until a second earlier the car was, Jimin cleared his throat before saying, "You didn't tell her, hyung."

"It wasn't the time nor the place."

"You can't keep it from her much longer"

"I will, -soon. I'll tell her that I'm next to leave for military service."

"We all will, gradually"

"I hope she will take good care of herself when we are gone"

#bts 8th member #bts female member #bts addition #bts x reader #bts imagines #kpop female member #kpop female oc #bts scenarios #bts 8th member au #bts au fic #bts #bangtan #bangtan sonyeondan #bts fanfic #kpop addition

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meatriarch · 2 months

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overview cont. i guess lmao. no one asked but its been something in the back of my mind for a while now & i got an anon tonight telling me i come off intimidating and i feel the need to just. make note of some things so that hopefully if anyone feels a certain way with how i run this blog then like. know and understand both my side as well as that my dms / disc is open for anyone to pop into -- just obv depends on the headspace at the time.

i know this is long & am sorry if it doesnt make sense but. just setting it gently out there.

but, again, my disc ( same as my url ) is open for any mutual. its open to shoot the shit. open for plotting. open for memes. what have you. i may not always get to every message. i may not be in the headspace for certain things or certain energies. but its open for anyone as long as we are mutuals & if handles are different between here & disc then i just get a heads-up abt who you are so i know lmao

likewise, i am fairly fucking slow writing-wise and alot of that is because of offsite issues chipping into me but also because most, if not all, of the things i DO have in the inbox or drafts are from my affiliates at this time ( tho i do have some more from the archive i need to move over from a couple people ). alot of my spoons and drive to write and post is because of the dynamics and plotting built between our muses. im not a blog centered on plotting but, it does help to have a better idea on how to navigate between muses c: esp for those technically outside of my kiddos' texas canon obviously. that being said, anyone is welcome to like any inbox calls i put out there. and my inbox is always open and accepting, even if i havent reblogged prompts in a while -- i have my tag linked on my pinned and its available always & for whomever. it just comes with the understanding that i may take a while to respond to them & they may not get as expansive as some of my posts can get with my affiliates; which again, is just simply from how much we've been building together that helps with that!

on that note. my connections with my texas pals are very dear to me. both ic & ooc. as i noted in my overview post, i talk about the dynamics we've built openly and freely here because theyre so integral to my portrayals. they & their kiddos have my entire heart and i unapologetically love having fun with them and going on tangents with them and bouncing thoughts off of each others posts on the dash.

my experiences in other corners of tumby rp have not been particularly kind. and its been a long time since ive felt comfortable especially ooc with writing partners. and i understand if i may come across closed off or intimidating or unapproachable. i understand if i also come across partial to them / play favorites because frankly... i am. i do. thats because they've built bonds not just between characters but also with me. ill be very transparent and say that i am very particular in who i get close with and that translates into here too. but thats also just something that easily can also happen with literally anyone. again i do understand if i come across closed off in any sense but genuinely? im not scary and i have options open for continuing to grow more connections with people c: theyre open always. what im not going to do, however, purely out of personal experience is chase after interactions. the last fandoms i wrote in i did so and it wore me down into my last hiatus. i will show equal enthusiasm to whats given. but i wont fish for it, either. its just not my cup of tea.

i like to think im fairly patient and understanding in a lot, probably moreso than i should in some cases -- sincerely though if theres issues know that im fine with it being brought up. but im also not going to be welcoming nor tolerate my boundaries being disregarded or disrespected, im already dealing with that with an offsite friend. not dealing with it here. i do not like feeling so uncomfortable existing on my own blog or in my own disc. and i get that already with my personal disc & this offsite friend in particular. im not dealing with it here too.

which on that note, i also wont be receptive with issues regarding what i post, what i talk about, who i write with, who i choose as affiliates or mains or w/e. my blog & my dash are my safe & comfort zones and these muses often help me alot with navigating when my headspace is at a fucked up level. if any of that is a concern yes youre welcome to come to me and talk it over but end of the day? my comfort & mental state is a priority to me. if thats ever an issue i truly would just recommend you do what you feel is best for you. everyone existing on this hell-plane are entitled on curating their space in whatever manner they see fit.

again. i promise im not scary. im not an ass. but i do curate my space to be in my best interest and at my age & experience across the 10+ yrs ive been rping on and off here, ive seen alot, heard alot, experienced alot. i do apologize however if i do come across unapproachable or intimidating. i do apologize if i seem closed off to only a select few. i dont mind if you follow / we're mutuals solely just to keep up with what i write! thats completely okay too and i thank those who are <3 but if i seem unapproachable i literally just gently gesture again to my disc or prompts tag etc! i welcome any to get to know myself or my muses. regardless of how much time has passed since following one another. just again, comes with the understanding that my social battery & headspace often does work against me. and thats not personal against anyone, ever.

#[ 𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘦. ] ── * psa.#im hoping this all reads fine and w/e cause im fist-fighting with a headache rn but.#just to hopefully idk. make a few things known? i guess? transparency a bit? again i promise im not a scary person lol but i am just.#careful with alot of avenues. and i get this post is also fairly rigid in tone most of the way but im. pretty tuckered out by alot #and being known as like... intimidating is something i have personal issues with re: old friends offsite. so. trying to state what i mean #as direct hopefully as possible.

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oblonger · 15 days

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Do you have any creative influences? I'm always so impressed by your work— your prose especially— and I need to know if there's any creators out there I need to file away in the creative influence database in my head so I can write like you

This question took all day of me searching and thinking because I can't really say I know who or what's influenced me right off the top of my head. With notable exceptions that bookend this post. Anyway, here you go!

@.teshamerkel 's PMD Seekers of Soul was my TPiaG before I found TPiaG. It helped me through a part of my life that, looking back, was a lot harder than I thought it was. While it didn't move me to the point of starting to make my own art again, I certainly did consider it. And I consider Seekers of Soul to be a must-read for any PMD fanfic enthusiasts.

Tui T. Southerland's Wings of Fire series is the first thing I can remember thinking of fanfiction for. I never did write any of it, mostly because I never felt motivated enough (and partially because it was was all just oc x canon). But even with my misgivings of the series and how bungled the overall theme of arc 2 was with how they defeated the big bad, book 6 is still one of my favorite books of all time.

All of @.saltnpepperbunny 's work is really good, and definitely had an influence!

PMD Victory Fire holds a very special place in my heart for being excellent story, incredible artwork (that I think was done in MS paint), and being one of the first pmd things I consumed besides the games. Even if its on indefinite hiatus, I still consider it to be a must-read for even people outside of the PMD sphere. I would go into more detail, but I don't want to spoil anything!

I also consider Cucumber Quest to be a must-read. I dont have much to say besides that it's genuinely amazing and that you should read it the first chance you get.

Obligatory Avatar The Last Airbender mention. It's shocking to me how the worst that show got was just a mediocre episode in the first season. (The great divide) I genuinely think the entire series should be put in museums or something because it is an enormous accomplishment in the field of storytelling in general.

Scoob And Shag goes from a silly, foul-mouthed joke comic, to... not a joke comic. I would love to gush about it, but I fear that doing so would spoil it. Check it out. Even if its just for the (frankly absurd) glow up in the artistic style and quality. I normally advise going into things as blind as possible, but I would recommend checking the TV tropes page to know what kinda stuff you're in for once you reach around episode 20~30 and then seeing if it's something you would be interested in. It's very good, but definitely not for everyone.

... I thiiiiink that's it for people and content I can point to and know that they've influenced me off the top of my head. (Aside from one massive exception at the end of this post) The rest of this is just kinda a list of content and creators I really enjoy and highly recommend checking out at some point. Even If I can't really tell just how much of an effect it's had on me.

First, videogames!

Despite how much of my time I spend playing videogames, the only few I can point to are:

Celeste

Undertale

Undertale Yellow

Deltarune

Stardew Valley

and Hades. (I recommend Hades the most)

Despite how much I love the series, I haven't actually played any PMD games. (At least, in any official sense.) I am working towards getting them though!

Next, Youtubers:

• Atastic's animations are fantastic! I don't have much to say beyond that they are really good and fun.

• Bumbles McFumbles is a rare example of a person who is equally entertaining while talking about something he likes, as he is while talking about something he doesn't like. He's got an excellent sense of comedic flow and timing. He's part of the reason why my humor is the way it is.

• Doodley is an animator that makes videos on animation principles and is also just generally entertaining while also educational.

• Eltorro64rus makes all of his absurdist, extremely smooth animations in Gmod. Which is endlessly impressive if you know that Gmod is a game first, and an animation software like, 6th. The humor is very much an acquired taste though.

• FutureCanoe has such a funny, dry sense of comedy that it almost makes you forget that he's a cooking youtuber who somehow makes all of his food look like it was poisoned before, during and after cooking.

• GildedGuy is such a cool animator that he got his stickman OC in fortnite! And all his animations are gorgeous masterpieces, that too.

• Krugston is an animator that is constantly experimenting with his style. He went from a generic storytime animator to, in my opinion, one of the most unique and creative animators on the platform.

• Neytirix is an animated youtuber, but describing her videos really difficult because of just how unique they are. My best shot at it would probably be: "horror storytime animator and artist, with overarching plot between videos"

• Overly Sarcastic Productions has an entire, multi-hour long playlist of videos on different tropes. And within those is writing advice. While there are a couple of things that I remember disagreeing with, (even though I can't remember specifically what. probably just opinions on certain shows' quality) The general advise they give can be a big help. (They also do history lessons, and while I don't care for those as much, there is definitely appeal behind them)

• MajorLink doesn't have a large amount of videos, but he does have a fan animated series of The Legend Of Zelda. One with a total runtime reaching just over two hours at this point, with more on the way!

• ScottTheWoz is up there with Jerma as one of the most experimental, consistently funny, and creative e-celebs on their respective platforms. One of the few YouTubers that you would have to watch his videos in chronological order to understand all of the jokes. But even lacking context behind all of the injokes and references is fine because he writes jokes with the knowledge that someone might be watching it for the first time. 'Great Gaming Mysteries', followed by 'The Trial' would be my favorite youtube video of all time if they weren't separate.

• Wendigoon's videos are equal parts entertaining, and disturbing. They also are consistently over the 1 hour mark, so they also make for pretty good background noise material if you want to hear a guy talk for hours.

• Yahya Danboos has several videos showcasing his process of making an ambitious 3d hack-n-slash as a solo dev. It's pretty informative on the process of making a 3d game.

Next is TV shows!

This one is even shorter than videogames since the amount of time I spend searching for shows to watch, and watching youtube videos on said shows, outweighs the amount of time I spend actually watching the shows.

But I can fully recomend these shows though!

Centaurworld

Amphibia

Gravity Falls

Adventure Time

The Owl House

Next up, Webcomics!

All of the following are in no specific order. If I don't say anything, it's not because it's worse, but because saying "it's really dang good and you should check it out" for every entry can get exhausting.

All of these can be found on ComicFury.

PMD: Taken Place

Pokémon Abridgestery Dungeon

PMD: Milos From Home

PMD: On Borrowed Time

PMD: Terminus

PMD: Another Perspective

PMD: The Human Connection

PMD: Rangers Of Sky

PMD: The Rouge Team

Autumn In Sinnoh

Jet's Black Nuzlocke

Last Light

Soul Food

Endurance: In Our Blood

Laika's Comet

The-Heart-Of-A-Monster

Vagabond Sonic

All of the following I found on Webtoons, some I know arent on just webtoons, but I do know that they're all on there.

Lil' Char and Gang

Suitor Armor

Vampire Husband

City Of Blank

The Greatest Estate Developer (genuinely the funniest webtoon ive ever read)

The Last Dimension

Hand Jumper

Spontaneous World Shifting (my favorite out of all of these in the webtoons section)

Magic School Girl: Spare No Villains

Loving Reaper (my beloved)

TRIPTRACK

Spellward Bound

Marionetta

Zodiac Parade

Of Swamp and Sea

Jupiter Men

Vibe Check!

CARL

Next is the various Tumblrinas I follow. (Not tagging them because i feel like it'd be wierd.)

@.cringywhitedragon and @.ghetsis both come up with really cool idea's that are partially responsible for the things I come up with.

@.efplanning Makes some cool art and is also cooking up a really cool universe that I'm excited to see.

@.obogaboo is making PMD: Taken Place and is also just a really good artist.

@.teeterarting Author of The Rouge Team and also makes really lovely art

@.aimer-arts 's art is adorable and wonderful and beautiful and I love it.

Same goes for @.quikyu

Same goes for @.sunsnak

Same goes for @.pichiicake

Same goes for @.pikabata

Same goes for @.chufflepop

Same goes for @.honeycrud

Same goes for @.honrupi-art

Same goes for @.cryptid-creations

Same goes for @.dailyralsei

Same goes for @.bugblast

@.zeropro Is the author of Jet's Black Nuzlocke, and also makes some great art on the side!

@.fwugradiation makes some cool music I think. He hasn't posted it a while though.

@.spicymochi makes cute art that I wanna buy stickers of in the future.

@.advosart 's riolu gives me life.

And now for the grand finale! The person who's my greatest creative influence:

It's @sincerely-sofie

You asked me for my biggest creative influences, but it seems to me, from what I think is implied in that ask you sent, didn't realize that I wouldn't even be here if it weren't for you. I doubt I ever would have gotten started even writing things if it weren't for the things that you make and your constant, uplifting encouragement.

While all of these other things I've outlined in this post did have an impact, and those ones at the start had more of an impact as i might not have thought of before, they all are barely quantifiable compared to just how much of an impact your own stuff has had on my creative expression. It's your stuff that got me to begin creatively expressing after all!

You say you like my Prose, but I actually think that it sounds closest to yours than anyone elses, if we assume that my own personality isnt a factor.

It's genuinely impossible to thank you enough for how much of a positive impact you've had on me.

#text post #i answered a thing #writing

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Anything with a 1 for the fic game!

1. What fic of yours would you recommend to someone who had never read any of your work? (In other words, what do you think is the best introduction to your fics?) Oh goddddd what a struggle? I asked @timandlucy to answer this for me, and she said this one (which is, oddly enough, one of my favourite things I've written - it was a fun challenge!) or this one (her Secret Santa gift, so she may be biased there...)

10. How do you decide what to write? If something keeps me up at night, I know I need to write it out of pure spite. Seriously though, if I wake up at 3am thinking about an idea, that alone tells me it's compelling enough and/or excites me enough that I need to follow through with it.

11. Are you partial to a certain character/pairing or are you more equal-opportunity? If you are partial to any character/pairing, why do you think that is? All Chenford, all the time! I absolutely love both Tim and Lucy, and I have so much fun exploring these two characters. But I think if I had to chose, I'd say Tim, purely because (at least generally speaking) he holds his cards closer to the chest than Lucy, so there can be more to play with there.

12. Are there any tropes you used to dislike but have grown on you? Hmm, I don't think so? I'm generally pretty open-minded, but once something's on my shit list, it's usually there to stay!

13. Are there any tropes you used to like but don’t anymore? Again, not really? I'm pretty stubborn strong in my opinions!

14. Are there any tropes you would only read if written by a trusted friend or writer? While I can't think of any specific examples at the moment, I definitely think there are lot of sensitive topics thrown around in fanfic that would be better left to someone with greater respect for them. If that makes sense? Writing from a place of care (whether that's pulling from your own experience or from research to develop better understand) is super important to me!

15. What’s your favorite AU that you’ve written? Well thus far, I've only written one, for Linstead. But I have a handful of Chenford ideas bouncing around in my brain! Fingers crossed I can make at least one or two of them happen over summer hiatus!

16. What’s an AU you would love to read (or have read and loved)? One that I've read and loved? Hello, Chenford married at first sight, aka the AU I never knew I needed! (@cfr749 💖)

17. What highly specific AU do you want to read or write even though you might be the only person to appreciate it? @timandlucy, you wanna field this one??? 👀😂

18. If you wrote a sequel to i've got my love to keep me warm, what would it involve? I'm not sure if you had a particular fic in mind here? But in general, I'm not sure I've ever envisioned a sequel to anything I've written, simply because most of my fics lean heavily on the "canon compliant" side of things, so I expect canon to give me the next parts hahaha. But there was a time I thought about writing a part two to this one! And, you know, never say never?

Hmm, interesting!! I suppose this fic technically has the most potential for a sequel - the future anniversaries they hint at at the end. Hmmmmmmmmmmmm 🤔

19. If you wrote a spin-off of you know what it was (he is in love), what would it involve? Well given that this is the shortest fic ever, I guess there's potential to explore so many things in more depth. But technically I guess that's not a spin-off. Something similar from Tim's POV I suppose, but the "show you" line was more fitting for Lucy thinking about Tim than the other way around.

21. If you wrote a “missing scene” in i can go anywhere i want (just not home), what would it be? I actually went back to my doc for this one, because funnily enough, there are some things I eliminated for this. Here's a chunk that I ended up not using:

It feels easy at first. As Nova, she’s nervous, more so than she ever cares to let on. It’s her first job, and while she feels a rush at the excitement of it all, she can’t deny that it’s scary. So much is riding on the op—for the department, certainly, but also for herself. It’s her shot to prove herself, to show Harper, Grey, Tim, and everyone else what she’s capable of. But when all is said and done, it’s a relatively short job, and the newness of it all makes the time pass quickly. She doesn’t feel the nerves as much as Sava. Or maybe she’s just too focused on a different kind of nerves, what with being in such close proximity to Tim and feeling so many things. Being Sava feels easy and almost natural in a way Lucy doesn’t let herself think too much about, but that she knows is because she has Tim by her side. Sure, the op is intense, but the chance to take down Madras is more important than any of the turmoil she feels inside. And in the blink of an eye, it’s over, and there’s so much going on that she doesn’t really have time to dwell on the job. When Lucy goes under as Jamie Hall, she feels a surprising sense of peace. Perhaps because she’s been through it before, so she knows the ropes. But probably more because she has Tim as her backup. She’s still surprised the department signed off on that, but she’s grateful for the added level of protection it affords her. She’s able to really give in to the case, lean into the rush, because just knowing he’s close keeps the nerves and the isolation at bay. So she’s expecting more of the same this time.

31. What’s your ideal fic length to write? Whatever feels right. As much as I fixate on the word count as I write, I try not to let it control when something is done. If it feels complete at 1000 words, so be it!

41. Link a fic that made you think, “Wow, I want to write like that.” This fic feels like an extension of canon in such an incredible way that I feel it should be compulsory reading (@makeitastrength 👏)

Thank you!! 😊

#ask games #questions for fic writers #thisnightissparkling089 #asked and answered

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More Than Diamonds

Announcement

Hello, due to changes of work place, and applying to master degree I took a hiatus; while I have returned, I found several plot holes in my draft and things I would like to change, so it will fit to other stories I plan to publish, however it will not affect the main story plot.

I will not take More Than Diamonds down, but at the same time I am currently in the process of re-writing the story. When I have publish the chapters, I will put a note showing when it was re-published.

Thank you very much for supporting this story, and I will try to make it better in the future

Pairing: Prince Friedrich x Princess! Reader Description: Britain has gained themselves a new royalty nearing the debutante ball of 1813. Princess Amelia of Siam was sent as the new Ambassador of Siam. In Britain Princess Amelia was able to find her family, but will that be all? After the failed courting between Daphne and prince Friedrich, it was a surprise to everyone that he stayed in London. However, Prince Friedrich is anything, but a coward. He came to Britain to find a wife and one failed courting will not chase him out of the country with a tail between his legs. What both Amelia and Friedrich never thought to happen is, the friendship that blossomed between them and their growing feelings for one another. Friedrich was never a coward, but he is when it comes to Amelia. Everyone said Amelia is a genius, but not when it comes to love, because she is truly lost on what to do with these butterflies in her stomach. Tags: Slow burn, Coming of age, Time-Travel, Back to the past, Friends to Lovers, Royalties, Oblivious!FLxObvious!ML, Jealous! Friedrich, Slightly Possessive! Friedrich, Black cat gf, Golden retriever bf Timeline: S1&S2

Chapter 1. Ready, Set, Sail!

[Bangkok, 1812]

Her fast-approaching footsteps echoed in the hall of the Grand Palace. Her long, dark brown hair swaying with every move, the crinkling sound of her bracelets ringing like bells. Reaching the room she was searching for, she slammed the door open without bothering to knock.

“Brother!” She marched inside, stopping just in front of a desk. The man behind the desk glanced up slightly from the documents he was reading, dark brown eyes meeting her light brown ones. Her eyebrows furrowed as a frown marred her face.

“Yes, Apsara?” He sighed and set down his document to give her his full attention. He had a feeling about what they would be discussing now. Amelia’s frown deepened, and her fingers reached to toy with her bracelets, leaving a crinkling sound ringing across the room.

“I am to set sail for England. London, to be precise,” Amelia bitterly spat. Her light brown eyes equally analysed her brother’s movements, the same way he was doing to her right now. His dark brown eyes searched for any muscle movement that might betray her facial expression and let out a low humming sound.

“I see…” He intertwined his fingers on top of his desk. “You will be missed, dear sister. When will your trip start?” While her eyes might not betray her, her jaw did. Amelia tightened her jaw to prevent herself from outright cursing at her brother, Rama III, the strongest candidate for the throne, but more than that, he is her older brother, the one of the bunch who actually cared for her. Or so she thought.

“Do you mean that, brother?” Rama III, or by his birth name, Thap, saw the crestfallen look of his sister and how her voice trembled at the end. He knew she probably felt betrayed and speculated that he was sending her away because he didn’t love her anymore.

“Your absence will certainly be missed, Apsara,” he sincerely said, but this angered her even more. The pale cheeks she got from her mother’s heritage were now red, tears pooled her eyes, and her bottom lip trembled. Now this alarmed him. If she cried out in frustration, he would definitely be in trouble with Father. Truly, he just wanted to tease her a bit before explaining why she was the best candidate to go as an Ambassador, representing Siam.

Despite being half-siblings, Thap was actually doting towards most of his younger siblings, not that he would admit it. However, he had a bigger soft spot for Amelia than others, especially since he saw and took care of her more than his other siblings.

“Brother Thap, are you sending me away?” Aww… This is actually sad. Amelia was now looking very much like the sad wet cat meme. “I cannot say the same about our siblings, but you must know that I have no ambition for the throne, brother. Do remember that my gender disallows me to. I will never covet your right for the throne–” “And I appreciate you for it, Apsara. By no means did I ever think that you would covet the throne,” Amelia looked up at him, all crestfallen.

“Then why did you ask our father to send me away to England? There is no reason for me to be away from my own country and to a faraway land–” Amelia stopped for 3 seconds “Am I being cast away-” “No,” he quickly answered, now she was confused. “Want to give it another go?” Amelia glanced at the ceiling before her eyes were back at him. “I’m getting married-” Thap barked out a laugh “Father would rather shave himself bald than let you get married.” He waved in dismissal.

“I’m getting sold off?” Thap gave her a weirded-out look. “Cattle would be much more beneficial. We are not lacking in funds that we need to sell you off–” Well, rude. “Then why are you sending me away to England?” Amelia groaned, frustrated.

“You are to represent Siam in England as the new ambassador.” Amelia looked at her brother, flabbergasted. “Brother… You are the ambassador. You are Siam’s Minister of Trade and Foreign Affairs. I can’t do that to you.” Thap nodded with a smile and got up from his seat to stand in front of his younger sister.

“Many people said that I am the most intelligent out of all the siblings, but we know that is untrue. Everyone in the Siamese court knows I can’t become the Minister of Trade and Foreign Affairs without you, and I am upset despite being the one deserving of the position, you are being prevented by your gender.” He stroked Amelia’s head gently.

"I know you love Siam, which is why you are so against leaving the country, but right now, Siam needs your help to solidify our position internationally, and we need the best person to represent us. There is nobody better than you, Apsara. One day, when I take the throne, I want to change our country. I want you to be Siam’s very first female Minister of Trade and Foreign Affairs." Amelia took a sharp breath, and she stared at her brother. Scrunching her face a bit, she let out her breath of defeat.

“There is no end when it comes to arguing with you, brother. If you are sure about this… Then I will accept the mission. Father arranged for me to depart in January.” Amelia leaned forward and hugged her older brother affectionately.

“So you will set sail in January. Make sure to choose your staff, 10 people, and we will prepare your residence there. Also, go to your mother.” Amelia distanced herself from him. “10 staff? Why do I need so many people?” Thap just realised that all this time Amelia prepared him to deal with foreign affairs, but this will be her first time travelling abroad. His sister will be on a boat for a month and then be in another country for… He doesn’t know how many months or even years. Colours start to drain from his face. His sister… She will be vulnerable.

“Apologies, sister. Make it 20.” “20 staff? Whatever for?” Amelia blinked as Thap continued to pat her head. “Maids to take care of the house, head-chef and sous-chefs, personal doctors, ladies-in-waiting, lord-in-waiting for foreign affairs, baroness-in-waiting for dealing with high-society, especially when dealing with the wives and at least 6 royal guards.” Amelia wanted to reject and say that amount of people is too much, but she knows it’s no use to argue with her brother. He is like a dog with a bone and will never let go, so she just nods.

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[Bangkok, 1813]

This is it… No backing down. Tomorrow, Amelia must depart for England, a foreign land far from her home. She has been to London before, far in the future, when she was still Pimchanok Davika Yontararak. Amelia wanted to survive and see Siam, or what in the future would be Thailand, thrive. Instead of becoming a diplomat, she pushed her brother, Rama III, to be the perfect diplomat and politician. He has the potential.

Now Amelia can’t hide behind her brother as he pushes her forward into the limelight. Like Davika, who flew to America, tomorrow, Amelia will set sail to England, once again as a diplomat. ‘What a terrifying coincidence,’ Amelia thought to herself as she watched her maids packing up belongings that will be in her carry-on.

Amelia must admit, her greed to make Siam a great country has pushed timelines forward. Siam’s openness towards modernization and western nations was supposed to happen in the future, during her younger brother, Mongkut’s reign. Yet, she is stealing ideas from people and stealing ideas from the future, developing them themselves.

“What are you thinking so hard, Apsara?” Her mother placed a palm on her shoulder as she joined her on the bed. “Nothing, mother. Just dreading the long journey to England. I will be on a boat for a whole month.” Amelia sighed and leaned her head on her mother’s shoulder.

“Oh, I know, honey.” Her mother kissed her on the forehead. “I remember how I travelled to Ayutthaya all those years ago. It took me 1 and a half months to arrive.” This made Amelia sigh and sneak her arms, looping it on her mother’s waist. “I’m going to miss you, mother.” Her mother hugged her close, stroking her back and combing her hair with her dainty fingers.

“Ahem—” And just like that, their mother-daughter moments were ruined. Amelia looked behind her shoulder to see her father standing there. Her light brown eyes narrowed as her piercing gaze pinned on her father. “Seeing your daughter for the last time before exiling her to another man’s land, dear father?” Her father, Rama II, or known by his birth name as Chim, rolled his eyes as he walked inside her chamber, passing through the bowing maids.

“Stop being dramatic, Amelia. I’m here to see my wife, right, Felicia?” He tore her mother from her embrace and brought her to his lap as he sat on her bed. Felicia quickly encircled her arms around his neck and his on her waist.

“How was your day, darling?” Felicia asked as he was busy leaving kisses on her cheek. Amelia groaned at the public display of affection and flopped back on her belly. “Can you love birds leave my chamber? If you want to act all romantic, please do it somewhere more private so I will not be scarred for life.” Chim gave her a teasing look.

“Then find one for yourself—” Amelia sat up. “If I find one there, I’d have to go wherever he goes. Do you really want that?” His smile dropped so fast. “No. You’re there to work, not to find a husband. Apsara, you better not go back with a suitor or worse—pregnant.” Felicia laughed at her husband’s overprotectiveness of their daughter. This made Chim pouted a bit as Amelia chuckled and shook her head. “Come on, darling. Apsara needs to sleep as she needs to wake up early tomorrow.” Chim was still pouting, but he followed his wife. The pair went out after giving her a kiss on the forehead.

***

Her departure was quick and not all that touching, to be honest. Her father and brother, Rama III, acted all formally about this. They reminded her of her responsibility as Siam’s representative in England and told her, while she is an ambassador, she is also a princess. If anyone at all tries to besmirch her name, Siam will not hesitate to reciprocate and declare war.

“Oh, my daughter Apsara.” Felicia hugged her only child and daughter. “You are now so big and about to travel all on your own.” She cupped Amelia’s face using both of her hands. Her mother was warm, was what Amelia was thinking about. She will definitely miss her mother’s warmth.

“Apsara, I need you to do me a favour.” Felicia handed her a necklace with a locket and a letter. “Give this to the Duke of Gloucester and Edinburgh, Prince Henry William of Gloucester, or the Duchess of Gloucester and Edinburgh, Abigail of Gloucester. I need you to find them for me.” Amelia gave it a look before accepting the letter and necklace with a nod. “Alright, mother. I will make sure to give it to them and send you a letter once I do.” Felicia nodded and gave Amelia a hug one last time.

The sight of her family waving on the dock as she set sail was something she would never forget. Her younger brother from a different mother, Mongkut, was crying as he held on to his father. Amelia was surprised; after all, despite helping with his education, she could not say they have the best relationship. At most, they were civilised with each other.

Amelia turned around once the ship was far enough from the sight of her family. Well, this is it. The start of her month-long journey to England.

***

[London, 1813]

Contrary to what she thought, a month passed by quickly. Throughout her journey, she managed to visit many countries and grasp the basics of their main supplies and demands. This was important information, after all, so she tried to gather as much as possible and planned to write this back to Rama III as soon as she arrived in London.

As soon as she arrived in London, Amelia and her 20 staff were greeted by the British King’s Guards. Hugo, her lord-in-waiting, was sorting it out with the guards. Soon, they were divided into 4 carriages. Amelia, her lord and lady-in-waiting, along with the Siamese Royal Guards, all headed to the palace, while the rest of her entourage were sent to her mansion, one that was prepared by her father.

Buckingham Palace was grand, although lacking in colour; most of the exterior of the building was cream and white. Very different from the palace back home with all the intricate shapes and gold colours.

Right now, Amelia was waiting to be presented to the Queen of England, Charlotte of Mecklenburg-Strelitz, the wife of King George III, and one of the more prominent characters in the Bridgerton series. Man… She didn’t even get to watch Anthony’s season as she died too soon… Amelia sighed as she toyed with her rows of gold bracelets on her arms. She had replaced her headdress with a simple tiara while she was in England and decided to only wear it during formal occasions.

A knock erupted from the door. One of her guards opened the door along with Hugo. It was one of the Queen’s ladies-in-waiting. She was here to inform them the Queen was ready for their appearance.

“Lady Amelia, Queen Charlotte of England is ready,” Hugo informed her as she nodded. “Alright,” Amelia replied, standing up, and Lynn, her lady-in-waiting, helped to straighten her clothes.

“Once you are in front of the room, wait for a moment as the Queen’s guard will announce your arrival,” Hugo explained to Amelia the procedure in Siamese language. Amelia nodded. “Will it only be the Queen?” Hugo shook his head. “Aside from the Queen and her ladies-in-waiting, I heard she also gathered her children. The King, on the other hand, is absent as he has been ill for some while.” Amelia nodded, and they stopped their conversation as they arrived in front of the room.

“Ambassador of Siam, Lady Amelia Chakri.” The door was soon opened, and Amelia quickly looked straight at the Queen, who was standing in the middle of a podium, surrounded by her ladies-in-waiting; she could see the Princes and Princesses standing on either side of the podium. Amelia tried to remain stable and perfect.

With practised grace, Amelia kept her gaze straight on the Queen as she walked with poise. Her steps were confident and never faltered. Several steps from the podium, Amelia stopped and did a proper curtsy to the Queen and greeted with a simple ‘Your Majesty’. No suspicion there…

As Amelia ascended, she could see the satisfied smile of the Queen. The Queen stepped down from the podium to greet Amelia. Her eyes wavered a bit. Fuck-

“Greetings, Lady Amelia. I hope there was no trouble on your trip here.” Amelia gave the Queen a smile. “There was none, your majesty.” The Queen nodded before she gestured to her children. No way…

“Lady Amelia, I would like to introduce you to my children,” It was a long introduction and chat as one by one, all her 15 children were introduced to her. Queen Charlotte had the face of Golda Rosheuvel- The actress who played Queen Charlotte in the Bridgerton series.

Words: 2615 words

Edited: 29 March, 2024

More Than Diamond's Master List

IMPORTANT NOTES A/N: Hello, how are you guys? I hope you are well. Regarding this story that is following Julia Quinn's hit series, Bridgerton, I would start by saying I read the book first before I watch the Netflix series, thus I apologize if there are some differences with the Netflix version, but I will try to make it as similar as possible. I would also ask the readers to be kind when criticizing this story as this is my first time to actually publishing my work in the open. For the story, as you can see there is a time-travel tag. Our reader was sent back to the past with all the knowledge from the future. If you are also confused with Davika's education, I actually based her using Spencer Reid, a character from Criminal Minds. I also made Friedrich to be a year younger than Benedict when in actuality, he was born in 1794, 2 years younger than Daphne. If you are not interested or felt like those 2 themes ruined a historical romance story, then please do not leave any bad comments as you can just stop reading this story. Thank You Very Much! Much Love, Cinnamon Meilleure's Writing Room

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Fic Authors Self Rec

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💕💗

Tagged by @whimsicalmeerkat

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I've got some beloved oldies on my FFN account but I'm going to stick with completed/permanently hiatused works on AO3 for this one.

In reverse chronological order:

1.) The Terrible Things - Arthur Conan Doyle's Sherlock Holmes AU. I don't think this was the start of the Mirror Darkly AU, where Moriarty and Moran pretend to switch places in their professional roles so Moriarty can commit crimes to her heart's extent. This is the first and only second-person fic I've written and it is probably my first fic published on AO3 in my current...voice? Style?

2.) Arcana - The Dresden Files. Ah, right. The last "big" fic before the Great Five-Year Hiatus, a fic currently stuck in permanent hiatus. Even though I've fallen out of love with both the author and the fandom, Elaine Mallory is still one of my favorite characters and I had such a fun time writing the backstory for her and Harry.

3.) the gather, the bend, the bringing forth - Game of Thrones, S8 alternate ending. Hmm, this monstrosity. My first foray into writing for the ASOIAF universe, clocking in at just shy of 500k. And even though I was a bookverse fan only with only casual interest in the show and definitely nowhere near a Jonerys shipper, here I am four years later, completely and utterly eyeballs deep into this fandom and this ship

4.) the silhouette of a single memory - Game of Thrones, Jon Snow/Daenerys Targaryen reincarnation AU. Honestly, this is the one fic of mine I reread the most. I love both the reincarnation trope and the star-crossed lovers trope and this is equal amounts angsty, smutty, and light-hearted for me.

5.) where ruin also exists - A Song of Ice and Fire, post-Dance AU. Listen, I just love giving everyone's favorite 17-year-old leader of a penal colony more trauma. This was also my first bookverse!Jonerys fic and honestly, I'd love to write more of this. I certainly don't have anything planned for October. Not all.

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Tagging @moon-ruled-main @moondancer71 @jellybeanficwriter @libradoodle1 @evax3 @arielchelby

#chase writes things #memes on tumblr?!#fic tag meme

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mylifeisactuallyamess · 2 years

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Guren Bêd Enni - “my heart tells me.”

Pairing: Thranduil x wood elf!reader.

A/N: I’m supposed to be on a hiatus….I KNOW. So, anyway this has been a long time coming. I know about LOTR but I have to say I don’t know the ins and outs of the lore so much, it always held me back from writing it because I do like accurate details in my own work. Anyway. This is just a bunch of word vomit tbh.

Warnings: not much. F!Reader has pointy ears but I think that’s the only defining description I give. Maybe age gap? I mean he’s an elf and reader is an elf but a young adult elf 😅

Word Count: 1590

The swords clashed. The singing of the blades resonated through the training grounds as you pressed your advantage against your partner. At first he let you, his feet moving swiftly but you could not predict his next move. You never could.

You hoped to pin him against the carved trunk that was coming up fast behind him but Legolas had other ideas. He used the momentum of the move to carry him, pushing off from the ground and using the trunk for leverage as he walked up it with ease. His swords slid from their entrapment, twisting clean over your head to land behind you, the coolness of the blade just a whisper away from your skin.

“Dead.” He stated calmly. The point of his sword was removed, the telltale whistle sounded as he spun them in his hands before depositing them back into their scabbards settled on his back.

“Maybe we should see if you can best me with an arrow as well as your sword,” you challenged playfully. Your own weapons were planted firmly back into their holdings at your hips. Legolas grinned and clapped you on the shoulder, his demeanour cocksure as he headed for his bow.

“You know no one has beaten me yet,” he boasted, running his fingers up the bowstring before casting his sky blue gaze over you.

“We shall see.”

“You say that every time.” You didn’t reply. Feeling the tension of your own bow and loosening your shoulders. You enjoyed the times you trained with Legolas. It had started with him teaching you only for it quickly to develop into almost equal sparring matches. You were a quick study and he never tired of showing you new things. He would take beyond the caverns and into Mirkwood itself, pointing out plants and trees. Birds would come and whisper in your pointed ear, their delicate feet weighing nothing on your wrist as you listened to each and every one intently.

You were young for an elf, the only child of your age and so you’d been raised in the warmth and comfort of the very heart of the realm. Somewhat a rarity, you had brought joy and light to many an elf and they all wanted to impart their wisdom onto you.

Your skills grew in healing, sewing, wood carving and even black smithing but nothing came close to the time you spent with the prince.

Looking over at your friend you grinned, notching your arrow in the blink of an eye and releasing it quickly. It thunked into the target, just slightly to the left of where you had intended it to hit and you heard Legolas scoff quietly.

“You weren’t concentrating.” You nearly dropped your bow in surprise at the deep voice of the king sounding behind you. Respectfully you dipped your head, not trusting yourself to look up at him and see the evident disappointment on his face. “Too busy being goaded,” he continued disdainfully.

“Apologies, My Lord.” The words tumbled from you and you hoped the king wasn’t listening to the random beatings of your heart as it fluttered painfully with every word he bestowed upon you.

“Look at me.” You had no choice. Steeling yourself and straightening your shoulders, your gaze dragged up the fine material of his long tunic. Catching the perfection of the stitch work, marvelling in the colour of the thread that came alive in the sunlight. His long platinum hair was straight, not even rumpling as he cocked his head to the side when your gaze finally magnetised to his.

The crown of autumn leaves adorned his head just accentuating his regal and commanding air. His height had you looking up and you unconsciously lifted your chin with an almost defiant motion. He regarded you coolly for a moment as though words had failed him as soon as you looked at him.

His expression changed minutely, the tiny furrow of his brow, the slight down turn at the corner of his elven eyes and his lips parted. You caught every change, every reaction he gave you even when he closed it down as quickly as it had come.

“Concentrate.” His attention drifted from you with a downcast look giving you the perfect view of his profile and you almost choked on your breath. His eyes went back to you for a last look as he began to walk away and your head turned to follow him, until he had his back to you completely and he was leaving the training area as silently as he’d arrived.

“You heard my father,” Legolas jibbed. Without a thought he snatched an arrow up and split yours in two. Tossing your bow down you suddenly didn’t feel like competing with him anymore.

“I need a break,” you stated haughtily and stalked off.

“But we are not finished for the day!” He called after you, chasing it up with your name but he didn’t follow.

You headed to the library. You always came here to clear your mind, to get away from everyone as this place wasn’t tended often. The oldest scrolls were preserved, wrapped in clothes and sealed with beeswax to keep them from decaying. You enjoyed the smell and the peace. Here the sounds of the palace were deadened, even to elf ears and you revelled in that. Your favourite book was where you had left it and the spine cracked when it opened. Settling on the floor with crossed legs you rested against the shelves and got lost in the pages.

“So this is where you go.” The book jolted in your hands, tumbling onto your legs and you gasped a little at the sudden intrusion. Thranduil stood in the doorway, filling it almost completely with his wide shoulders as he looked around the room you had taken refuge.

“M-my Lord!” You stuttered and then felt embarrassed that you hadn’t heard him for a second time today. He stepped into the room, making it seem so much smaller. His presence was intoxicating, the rich scent he exuded made your head swim when you rose, inelegantly holding onto the shelf.

“Are you unwell?” He was before you in a split second, his hand reaching to touch your shoulder but it never made the journey. Curling into a fist and falling back to his side. Concern laced his deep tone and it was matched by the worry in his starlit eyes.

“Quite well, My Lord.” He straightened, his hands clasping behind his back.

“I see my son is dedicating his time to teaching you how to stay alive.”

“That he is.,” you agreed. Thranduil half turned and began to slowly pace towards the shelves on the other wall. His hair dripped down his back like hot spun gold and you found yourself wondering what it would be like to touch. Would it be as soft as the fur on a new fawn, or as thick as the mane on your favourite steed? How you wished to run your hands through it, to have him let you close enough to allow such things.

“He is quite taken with you,” he announced briskly, his tone resonating with a note of interest.

“And I with him, My Lord. He is a great friend.” The King paused and you could see half of his face from where you were watching him. His eyes looked up to the top shelf and he carried on perusing the books.

“Do you not desire something more?” You were stunned by the question and you felt a wave of yearning crest inside you. Thranduil sighed heavily, spinning on his heel away from the scrolls until he was almost baring down on you. You took an automatic step back, noticing the intensity of his gaze as he came to a stop. He was so close you could have leant forward and rested your cheek on his heaving chest.

Your eyes traced the flow of his hair, the perfect arch of his eyebrows and you drowned in the beauty of his features. His expression softened under your attention and he tipped further into your personal space. Your eyes lowered, bowing your head when you felt him gently nudge the top of your head with his nose. A pale hand came up to stroke your cheek, ghosting over the softness of your skin with barely a touch until he rested a long finger under your chin.

His mouth was so close, your erratic breaths bleeding together in the quiet and his eyes fluttered shut. A tormented expression crossed his face and his whole body shuddered slightly but he didn’t move away.

“I do desire something more,” you breathed. He inhaled sharply, blindly running a thumb over your lower lip and creating a tingle that had you almost moan with want. For a wild moment you thought he was going to give in, to kiss you deeply. You’d imagined it enough in the dead of night. Your heart pounding as you let your thoughts wander and tell you stories as you sat bathed in moonlight.

“Guren bêd enni…” he murmured, his lips almost brushing yours when a shout sounded from beyond the chamber.

“King Thranduil!” He jerked away from you. His crystalline blue eyes wide with surprise.

“My Lord,” reaching for his hand in desperation but he was already leaving. You stared at the spot where he’d been standing, your hand still outstretched ready to finally feel his fingers entwine with yours.

Maybe he’d reach back. One day.

You could wait.

Dividers: @firefly-graphics

#thranduil #thranduil x reader #thranduil oropherion #king thranduil #Legolas #thranduil x f!reader #thranduil x you

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justsomerandomfanfic · 24 days

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Hey there!! I just found your account and was absolutely in AWE after reading your HP works. Instant follow from me :]

This is my first time requesting something anywhere lol so I hope this is right. Could I request a HP matchup? [platonic and romantic, both eras or whichever one calls to you lmao] I know you are on a hiatus and that your inbox will probably be overflowing when you start writing again lol so please don't feel like u need to get to this ASAP. Whenever you have inspiration, no rush ;]

-I'm in Slytherin

-I am an INFJ-T

-I am an October Scorpio

-My patronus is a Little Owl.

-My love language [giving] is words of affirmation and quality time. My love language [receiving] is physical touch [it's hard for me to initiate it] and quality time.

-I am 5'7 with medium length blonde hair with curtain bangs and blue eyes. I have dimples and freckles.

-I am very ambitious and want to be the best at everything I do [choir, theatre, my classwork, everything]. I hold myself to very high standards and think very highly of myself. This pride also leads me to talk about myself a lot, which is often taken as bragging. While all of this is true, I want everyone to have equal opportunity as well. If someone if struggling with something, even if they are competition, I am more than willing to help. This high-standard also causes me to feel like I am not enough or not worthy. My grade drops to an A-? I start doubting everything.

-I hate loud & crowded spaces [such as loud concerts, parties, super busy stores, etc]. They make me super overwhelmed and anxious. I would much rather stay at home playing video games with friends or go to smaller, more intimate places.

-Some of my favorite things [in no particular order] include Big Brother [reality competition show], Minecraft, SDV, Legally Blonde, Mean Girls, musical theatre, show choir, writing, my friends, being a leader/mentor, music, the beach, crocheting, reading, collecting, winning, etc

-Some of my least favorite things [in no particular order] include studying [which I never do anyway lol], sudden & unexpected loud noises, storms/bad weather, selfish and self-righteous people, fake people, the main character archetype, most movies [i have a bad attention span], losing, being wrong, etc

Hope this isn't too much!! Thanks again, love ur stuff <3

HI! I am so glad that you like them! Harry Potter is one of my favorite fandoms to write for, so many fun characters! I hope you like your matchups, I did both platonic and romantic. :) <333

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Harry Potter;

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(Platonic);

Luna Lovegood:

🔮 You met Luna and became good friends with her on the train to Hogwarts - she was reading - you were reading - and from that, you both began to talk about the books and subjects that you were interested in; from then on, you and Luna were pretty close

🔮 You and Luna spend a lot of time together when you can - sitting together during shared classes, walking the schools grounds, writing to each each during breaks, and you even taught her how to crochet once

🔮 Soon enough, you would travel to each other's homes during the summer, having sleepovers, and so on - you introduced Luna to some of your favorite Muggle things, like Mean Girls, Legally Blonde, and some of your favorite theater musicals; she, in turn, she told you about Thestrals, and other creatures

🔮 Along with going to each other's homes during the summer, you and Luna often visited the beach together - building sandcastles, swimming in the sea, reading, and sunbathing - as the sun sets, you and Luna walked around the beach trying to collect as many shells and pretty rocks that you could find

🔮 You and Luna's friendship is pretty well matched, you're both helpful and easygoing; Luna would give you good - yet strange - advice, and would always be there for you when you need someone after a small grade drop

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(Romantic);

George Weasley:

🃏 When you met George, you had been learning how to bring out your patronus - way before Dumbledore's Army - you had read up on it in the library (along with hearing about it in many classes) you took as many chances as you could during free periods to master the charm; you were yearning to get it right, practicing when you could

🃏 George happened - surprisingly without his older twin - been wandering around the courtyard, near the clock tower, when he saw you, practicing; and then he saw it, your patronus, an owl (it was a Little Owl)

🃏 George went on over to you, complimented how obviously talented you were, and from then on, you and George spent a lot of time together; even though you were a Slytherin and he was a Gryffindor; you both ignored the prejudice

🃏 The friendship between the two of you quickly blossomed into a relationship; the both of you having more in common than you thought - you both liked reading, both liked music, and having nice quiet places to just exist in

🃏 When George and Fred in their adventures of creating their own jokes shop, you follow, staying with the two young men, working alongside them - though you worked mainly in the back away from the loud crowds of children; and when you and George weren't working, you'd spend time together, feeling completely relaxed in each other's company

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#cute #fluff #x reader #request #requested #matchups #matchup #hp #harry potter #hp fandom #harry potter fandom #luna lovegood #george weasley

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aceandnancy · 1 year

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I’m so mad at the writers for putting Ace AND Nancy with new slowburn love interests! Especially after the crap of the last two seasons. This is a mess and I fear by the time the show ends I won’t feel satisfied with Nace. They literally aren’t together yet and they’re going to be rushed now when the writers had 4 seasons to actually put them together. They just strung us along for hype and views to the detriment of Nace’s development and pacing. It truly feels like they waited too long 😕

Unfortunately, it was always going to be rushed. This may be a controversial opinion, but I don’t think the writers really value Nace as much as the fans do. They probably resent them for consuming so much attention and that’s why they like baiting us to watch knowing there's no follow through. Plus, they were never going to let them be in a relationship anyway because they need Nancy to be unhappy in order to drive the drama. They also use her love life in general as a plot device (every season her current man is tied to the current mystery plot). If she was happily dating Ace, they wouldn’t be able to use her misery and her love life as a main story engine anymore.

Initially, when I first heard that TPTB were in discussions to end the show for months, I was thinking (against my better judgement), maybe there’s a chance they’ll end this ridiculous curse nonsense early and put Nancy and Ace together by 4x08 or 4x09 since it was the final season. However, then stuff started leaking that there’s probably more unnecessary randoms being thrown in the middle of their love story again and changed my mind. I would not be surprised if they’re doing this to dilute Nace, so fans will lose interest. I mean these are the same people who gave us the nonsensical mess known as 3x10 and who tried to gaslight the fans into thinking dull Park was on equal footing with soulmate Ace. I will never trust them again (and I sure as hell don’t trust any attempts at damage control. They were probably pretty peeved their “amazing” storyline was leaked months before it aired).

Personally, I always thought nothing would happen until 4x12 anyway (because it was always going to dragged out)…but now I think it’s probably all in the series finale thanks to a last minute re-write…and I’m guessing it will only be one lousy kiss. I think they originally devised this curse not as a Nace storyline, but as a way to keep them apart, so they WOULDN’T have to do them until the last possible minute. It was essentially kicking the can down the road by cleverly disguising their disinterest as a “slowburn”.

If the writers think I want to watch Nace dating other people for the third season in a row, then they are sadly mistaken. I would understand the concept of short-lived rebounds before Ace found out about the curse (even though they are NOT NEEDED), but these randoms seem to be a bigger deal (at least Nancy’s does...). I have zero interest in watching that transpire when the time for romantic third parties is over. It’s incredibly tedious, uncreative, and insulting to the fans who stuck around this long and through an incredibly long hiatus. (Right now, my viewership is up in the air and if I do watch, it will be time-shifted with ALOT of fast-forwarding. It’ll be like the randoms don’t exist to me even at the expense of the main characters).

When I started watching this show, I envisioned Nace would get together by Season 2 or 3 and would just be an awesome power couple solving mysteries together. I never pictured them with all of this ~drama. Now, the sad thing is…we’re never going to get the meaningful payoff other couples do when a slow burn finally plays out. We’re not going to see those domestic, loving, and quiet moments of them just being together in the context of the larger show. And it just breaks my heart because I feel like I wasted my time and energy on nothing.

Long story short, they waited too long, and now the fans (and Nace's legacy) will ultimately pay the price.

#asks #spoilers #nancy drew spoilers #in case you haven't read the ridiculous S4 description

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ruffian-writings · 1 year

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Writing For My Faves

Note ; Getting back into the swing of things and all (both writing and now reading the series itself), I thought it might be nice to start off by writing about some of my favorite characters! These guys are gonna be from all over the place, so bear with me here-

>> GORDON AGRIPPA

Yeeeah like this one was even a question-

I don’t think I really spoke about it much before my hiatus(es), at least not on here, but he’s part of the reason why I really caught interest with the series. Yes, probably one of the quietest characters that (so far) hasn’t had much screentime has lived in my head rent free since I started. My brain really looked past the popular, flashy characters and went ‘ah yes, this one’. Am I mad about it? Definitely not <3

Literally the sweetest mf to ever exist. Even if Gordon’s not too well-versed in relationships and is more than a little awkward overall, it’s obvious that he’s trying. His methods of showing affection might be a little unconventional, but that’s kinda the charm of it right?

Remember the little part where it’s revealed that he makes tiny dolls of the rest of his team? Yeah, you’re going to be joining that collection.

It’s pretty likely that Gordon’s going to be at least a little self-conscious if you two go out together. It’s nothing against you, there’s no doubt that he adores you, but his family doesn’t have the best reputation. It’s easy to pick up on the whispers, the eyes that follow you both. It’s unnerving for him, so please, bring him back down from that anxious spiral.

He also really enjoys quiet nights with you! Whether it’s both of you doing something together or you two are working on separate things in the same room, spending time like that is really nice.

>> DOROTHY UNSWORTH

For someone who was quite literally asleep for a majority of what I know of the series, I’m a little surprised that she grew on me so fast. While I don’t know her backstory (if it’s even revealed in the current story) her powers and upbeat, playful attitude weren’t what I initially expected.

In a relationship she probably wouldn’t act too much differently. It would be pretty often that she naps leaning against your shoulder or holds your hand, sleeve, or just you in general when there’s somewhere you both need to be. Dorothy is perfectly capable of guiding herself when she’s sleepwalking (or whatever it would be classified as), but she finds it nice to have someone there.

Other dates and hangouts consists of both of you spending time in that dream realm she has. What better place to spend time than somewhere that can literally become anywhere?

Still, though, it’s also good to actually go do something instead of slipping into dreamland. In that case Dorothy would prefer something a little more mellow - something like a walk around the forest trails or simply window-shopping. Also nap dates, nut, y’know, staying active is also important-

>> SOL MARRON

I recently got to the point in the manga where Sol first shows up and I’m legitimately so excited to see her pop up again in the coming arcs. Her magic is super interesting and her backstory/reasoning for joining the knights is really compelling imo.

She’s your own personal cheerleader - loud and energetic, Sol’s all too happy to encourage you whenever you need.

I could see her showing off a little here and there. Sol knows she’s strong, of course, but watching your reaction to a particularly impressive spell of successfully pulling off something equally stunning gets her a little bit giddy.

Is also super protective of you. If anyone even thinks about giving you trouble Sol’s right there to help you. Even if she does occasionally go overboard, the only thing that matters to her is that you’re okay.

Sol is also pretty physically affectionate! It’s all too often that she had an arm around you, or a hand in yours. She’s also a fan of surprising you with cheek kisses. Overall she’s pretty spontaneous with her affection, so be ready for that-

>> RADES SPIRITO

Honestly Rades is a difficult one to pin down. Overall he’s a bit of an asshole, very cocky and more than a little selfish, but under all that is probably someone a little softer. He’s obviously pretty beat-up over being vilified for his magic, and while the concept is definitely… morally wrong at best, he definitely has power.

Around you Rades doesn’t act too different on surface-level. However, he’s a little softer with you in private. He’s loud and confident in the presence of others, seeming to always be like that, but in the presence of one of the few people he trusts, Rades is more vulnerable.

Just like he brags about his own abilities and power, he’s just as likely to show you off. I mean this both in he’ll literally do so but Rades also has a habit of boasting about his lover’s abilities. Even if your magic isn’t all that impressive, he’ll find a way to make it sound like it is. It doesn’t stop there, either. If you have another talent he’s also not going to shut up about how good you are at that.

#black clover #black clover x reader #black clover imagines #gordon agrippa #gordon agrippa x reader #dorothy unsworth #dorothy unsworth x reader #sol marron #sol marron x reader #rades spirito #rades spirito x reader

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