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emmyrosee · 1 month

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Currently in my sakusa phase gimmie what u got girl😭🫶

some soft Kiyoomi for the soul ☹️🫶🏻

Sakusa notices things go missing when you come over.

Nothing out of the ordinary at first- the last of his favorite protein bar, more than a few sips of his soda on the rare occasions he indulges, an extra towel ends up in the wash, but nothing that would make him speak up. You're comfortable, and he's thrilled.

Until-

"Those don't even fit you!"

You leave house the next morning in his sweatshirt, a pair of his sweatpants, two mismatching socks and a pair of slides that dangle off your foot. "Relax," you giggle. "I'm just running out to my car."

"Yeah, next thing i know you're nine miles down the road in my clothes!" He scoffs. "I never see my favorite sweats, or hoodie, or socks again!" He plants himself in front of the door, and you cock a brow at him in challenge.

"Is this how it's going to be?" You snicker. "Blocking the exit? What would 16 year old Kiyoomi think of such foolishness?"

"He'd think 'hey, aren't those my sweats?'"

You offer him a full string of laughter before trying to push past him, only for him to lean to the left, shutting you in. You make a move to the right, but he follows you, a smirk wide on his face.

"Go away!" You laugh. "I need my charger."

"Oh you're so planning on booking with my sweats!" He scoffs, and when you shake your head, he's quick to pick you up and off the floor, ignoring your screams and flailing limbs. "You are not leaving this house in my clothes!"

"You're just mad because I look better in them than you do!" You manage.

Silence.

"Oh, you're going to get it now."

"NAAAAAAOOOO!" You shriek, fighting your hardest in his grip to no avail. He swiftly tosses you on the bed, body immediately chasing yours and pinning you to the bed. Within an instant, playful touches disguised as punches gently press to your torso, the tickly feeling making you fight more, shoving his shoulders and face away.

Only for him to dive face first into your neck, biting and kissing the tender flesh there. You shriek, hiking up your shoulders to try and squish his face away, to no avail.

"Okay!" You whine. "I wanted to take them! I did! Just let me go!" Your words, deep down, have no real desperation to them, this side of kiyoomi is your weakness, and you'd happily be tormented by him if it meant you'd feel his smile against your skin and the playfulness in the air.

"Knew it," he snickers, pulling his face back and smiling hard enough where the dimple on his left cheek is showing. "Brat."

"You're a brat... bullying me." You huff dramatically, "just wanted a pair of sweats so I could always be cuddling you somehow."

He rolls his eyes and leans down to press a kiss to your lips, "I'll show you bully." When he pulls back again, he looks you up and down, adoration in his eyes and a sigh leaving his lips. "You do look better than me in them," he chuckles. "What kind of boyfriend would I be if I took them from you?"

"The worst."

"The worst," he agrees.

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mysunfreckle · 6 months

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Catherine Morland's parents are described as "plain, matter-of-fact people who seldom aimed at wit of any kind" and all we see on the page of her mother is definitely more plain sense than feeling sensibility. So it is very amusing to me that we also get this account of her taste in books, in a conversation between Isabella and Catherine:

“It is so odd to me, that you should never have read Udolpho before; but I suppose Mrs. Morland objects to novels.” “No, she does not. She very often reads Sir Charles Grandison herself; but new books do not fall in our way.” “Sir Charles Grandison! That is an amazing horrid book, is it not? I remember Miss Andrews could not get through the first volume.” “It is not like Udolpho at all; but yet I think it is very entertaining.”

The History of Sir Charles Grandison is an epistolary novel in six volumes from 1753 (so about 45 years old at the time of Northanger Abbey) by Samuel Richardson, and it features:

The beautiful, virtuous young orphan Harriet Byron, with a fortune of 15000 pounds, being pursued by a whole fleet of suitors.

The dastardly Sir Hargrave kidnapping Miss Byron from a masquerade ball and imprisoning her to force her into a marriage

The valiant Sir Charles Grandison coming to her rescue and fighting Sir Hargrave until he can bring her to safety

Miss Byron and Sir Charles falling in love but knowing that it cannot be, because! he is promised to another woman!

The other woman breaking off the engagement, the hero and heroine getting married, and then valiantly stepping up to help the Other Woman stand up to her family

Sir Hargrave dying of a dueling wound after mistreating yet another woman and leaving Miss Byron part of his estate to beg her forgiveness

It also includes a lot of moralising on religion, virtue, motherhood, and good society, which is probably why it a perfect pick for Mrs. Morland. It's all the thrill of abduction and rescue and devoted pining, but neatly dressed up in a morality tale about being good and proper. So you need not blush to say you enjoyed it and can even recommend it to your daughters.

It is also a book that is known for the constancy of its characters. Their morality, good or bad, is very fixed and plain to see. Which also fits with much of the Morlands' approach to people.

All I'm seeing is 16-year-old Catherine almost tripping over her feet to get to her mother with her current volume of Sir Charles Grandison clutched to her chest. Absolutely squealing with excitement over the Miss Byron being rescued from Hargrave's carriage by a virtuous nobleman who refused to even draw his sword because he abhors violence, while her mother placidly comments on how pleasant it is to see kindness and goodness so well reflected in literature.

#austen #jane austen #northanger abbey #sunfreckle's scribbles #sir charles grandison

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umseb · 28 days

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Sebastian Vettel: Four-time F1 world champion 'speaking to' Mercedes boss Toto Wolff amid thoughts of return to grid

Sebastian Vettel says he is thinking about making a return to Formula 1 amid ongoing discussions with Mercedes boss Toto Wolff and the sport's other team principals.

The four-time world champion retired in 2022 after 16 seasons in F1, but has since been regularly linked with a possible return to the grid. Mercedes have a 2025 seat to fill following Lewis Hamilton's decision to join Ferrari, while Red Bull, the team Vettel won his four drivers' titles with, could also have a vacancy with Sergio Perez's contract expiring. Asked whether he is in the market for a 2025 seat, Vettel told Sky Sports News: "Well, potentially I am because I haven't got a drive, but the question is, am I looking for one? I think it depends on the package. I retired from Formula 1 not to come back, but I also did say that you never know, so I think it still stands. Obviously there's things that I miss, which is mostly the competition, and things that I don't miss, so that hasn't changed. Obviously life is very different if you're not involved, and I do enjoy that still. You never know where life is taking you, so maybe it takes me back behind the wheel, maybe it doesn't." Having earlier confirmed to Sky News that he has been "speaking to" Mercedes boss Toto Wolff, Vettel was asked whether he would be able to resist the lure of an offer from the Silver Arrows. He said: "I've had conversations with him (Wolff), not really about the seat. We did speak about the whole situation in short, as well. But I did speak to others, as well, because I'm still keeping in touch every now and then. I have some projects and ideas together with F1. We'll see if they will turn out or not. So I am staying in touch. I don't know. It has to be a couple more phone calls and conversations, I guess, to really find out a little bit more. But for sure it's one of the best seats on the grid. Performance-wise, Mercedes has a great track record, struggling a little bit in the last years, but then struggle and you're still second and third in the constructors', it's not like you're racing in no man's land."

Vettel tempted by Le Mans opportunity

If he were to return to F1, Vettel would currently only be the third-eldest driver on the grid, with the 39-year-old Hamilton and 42-year-old Fernando Alonso still performing at a high level. Asked what he has missed since hanging up his helmet, Vettel added: "The thrill, the speed. I think the competition mostly, really. Driving quick is not the only thing, but it's really the competition." Vettel recently tested the Porsche hypercar that will run in this year's 24 Hours of Le Mans race in June. The German said there's a possibility he could make his debut in the famous race. "Maybe. I don't know yet," Vettel said. "I've been testing. I was curious, so I wanted to see how it feels. It's obviously a different discipline. It's still racing, but it's a different car, different discipline. Lots of things that excite me, lots of different things, not necessarily just looking at something behind the wheel, but also outside the car. I am (tempted) and I'm not. I am obviously also looking for lots of other things and there's lots of other things that do interest me outside of racing."

'Hamilton Ferrari switch surprising but exciting'

Having shared intense world championship battles earlier in their careers, Vettel and Hamilton had developed a strong relationship by the time the former retired. With Hamilton set to follow in Vettel's footsteps by driving at Ferrari, the German admitted he was "surprised" by the switch. "I was surprised, like I guess most of us," Vettel said. "But exciting. Obviously he's looking for a new challenge, and it will be different to see him in red, in a different colour." The final two of Vettel's six seasons with Ferrari saw him drive alongside Charles Leclerc, who remains with the Italian team and will be Hamilton's teammate next year. Vettel is confident the pair will get along, but warns Ferrari boss Frederic Vasseur will face a challenge in managing their competitiveness. "Charles is good, Charles is easy," Vettel said. "He's very quick, very competitive, but so is Lewis, so it's more difficult, I guess, for the team to manage."

#sebastian vettel #f1 #formula 1 #fic ref #fic ref 2024 #not a race #2024 not a race #between australia and japan 2024 #sewis #charles leclerc #toto wolff

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cheritzteam · 9 months

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topperscumslut · 2 years

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Disaster (Nicky Harper x Reader) (Fluff)

Summary: Just a bunch of wholesome fluff cuz I don’t really feel comfortable writing smut for Nicky even if I age him up (reading it however… anyway). I already felt like I was thin ice with my aged up Five Hargreeves smut. Especially since Nicky only got to about 13/14 years old on the show so that’s how old he is in all the gifs I could use of him (unless I were just using a current photo of Aidan but I digress) (Aidan’s only two months younger than me irl so don’t cancel me plz). I imagine the reader and the quads to be about 19 in this fic cuz I personally am about to turn 19 but you can choose whatever age you like. This is a song fic of Conan Gray’s Disaster cuz I’m honestly still a little fried from last night writing this and woke up with Disaster stuck in my head and I’m kinda totally in love with Nicky/Aidan/Five again lol and thought this would be the perfect song for a kinda cute/a little awkward childhood friends to lovers fic. anyway enjoy sorry for my high ramblings

Warnings: lots of fluff, emetophobia (mentions of throwing up at a party)

Word count: 2.8k

Let me just set the scene

You had been friends with the Harper quads for as long as you could remember - or at least close to it. You’d met them when you were about 10 and had just moved to Boulder, Colorado with your family. Now nearly a decade later you were best friends with the four of them, and Tom and Anne almost saw you as a fifth child (well, sixth if you count Squishy Paws). You loved telling people about how you first met. It all started when you first came into Get Sporty with your family and saw four kids around your age. Dicky had immediately tried to hit on you, Dawn was excited because there was finally another girl in town, and Ricky was thrilled to meet another intellectual since you were in nearly all of his advanced classes with him. But Nicky? Nicky just liked you for you. You loved the quads and would never admit it to their faces, but you did have a bit of a soft spot for Nicky. There had been other guys here and there, but you’d kind of had a crush on Nicky on and off since you’d first met him - and right now it was full on.

I just left the party at Blake’s and it’s Halloween

It had taken Nicky long enough, but finally when you were both 16 he realized he felt the same way. He had sort of caught on that you had some sort of feelings for him, but Nicky had never really been with a girl before and didn’t really know what to do or how he felt. You, the quads, and Mae were all at a Halloween party of one of your classmate’s. You had tried to convince the quads to dress up as the Spice Girls with you, but that hadn’t exactly went well. Instead, you, Dawn, and Mae had went as the Powerpuff Girls - you as Blossom, Dawn as Bubbles, and Mae as Buttercup - Ricky had gone as Nikola Tesla, Dicky had gone as Elvis, and you’d helped Nicky come up with the very fitting idea of dressing up as Linguine from Ratatouille (with Squishy as his Remy, of course).

It was supposed to be an incredible night, but things started to go south before you ever could have expected it - and that’s saying something for the Harper quads. You were starting to feel a little gross not even an hour in, and started projectile barfing with Dawn holding back your hair only a few moments later. What do you know, Derek Moses had spiked the punch. Though the same couldn’t be said about you in the present day, 16 year old you had never drank before, and it was hitting you pretty hard. All of your friends were extremely worried about you, especially the quads.

“Look, guys, I’m the oldest, and I drove. I’ll take (Y/N) home and make sure she’s okay, you guys keep having fun.” Dawn had said.

“No, I will,” Ricky had argued. “Y/N needs someone responsible to take care of her right now.”

“No, I can take her!” Dicky had piped up, “I don’t have anything smart to say… I just wanna be a good friend.”

“None of you guys are taking (Y/N),” Nicky had finally added. “Ricky, the magician will be here any minute, I don’t want you to miss that.”

“Isn’t the magician just Blake’s stoner cousin?”

“Not relevant. Dawn, you shouldn’t have to leave Mae all alone! And Dicky, that girl over there is all over you, man! You guys stay here and I’ll take (Y/N) home, okay? I’m the only one who hasn’t had any punch and (Y/N) needs a safe, sober designated driver.” He smirked. “Plus, I’m her favorite.”

“Bullshit!”

“Hey, it’s only bullshit if it’s not true. Anyway, I have a (Y/N) to take home. I’ll be back soon, you guys.”

The potential of us, it was keeping me up all night long

What happened next you only ever heard of through the grapevine from the other quads, all of them laughing their asses off about it. Nicky was way too shy to ever bring it up again. Apparently you had - drunk off your shit - totally came onto Nicky on the ride home.

“God, what did Moses put in that shit? You’re wasted, bubs,” Nicky said, not taking his eyes off of the road but using his hand to gently rub your knee.

“Noooo, I mean it, Nicks! I want youuuu.”

He looked over at you as he pulled into the driveway, giggling slightly at your goofy demeanor and cute face. Even though you pretended you didn’t, you only remembered one thing from that night - what he said next.

“I would totally fucking kiss you if you weren’t drunk right now.”

This could be a disaster, there’s so many factors

Surely he thought you would forget. Surely Nicky didn’t actually mean it… did he?

You had stumbled out of the car, Nicky opening your door for you and helping you out. “But Nicky… this is your house, not mine.”

“Damn right it is. I’m not going back to the party. I’m staying here with you all night and helping you get to sleep. I’m gonna make sure you’re safe, okay?”

Like what if you freak out and then we’re losing it all?

Nicky had set you up in his bed with at least a dozen pillows and blankets and was now playing video games on his phone across the room, assuming you were already asleep.

“Hey Nicks?”

“Yeah bubba?”

“I’m uh… I’m sorry if I weirded you out tonight. I was drunk as fuck.”

“S’alright. Sobering up already?”

“Yeah, a little I guess.”

“Good. Get some rest, (Y/N). I’m here if you need anything.”

You woke up with your mascara and red lipstick smeared all over his nice pillows, but Nicky didn’t care. He was just happy you were okay and had even gone as far as to make you breakfast that morning, which his three siblings relentlessly teased him for. Nicky wasn’t sure what it was about that night. Maybe it was your cute Blossom costume, maybe it was the way he was able to protect you, maybe it was how flirty you had been with him (and how unexpectedly hot that had been), or maybe it was just because you were his best friend and you two had always been there for each other. He didn’t know, but ever since that night, Nicky started falling - hard. He just couldn’t help worrying himself sick that maybe you didn’t feel the same way. I mean, you were pretty drunk when you said all those things.

It’s the critical chapter where I say I love you and you don’t say it after

This could be a disaster

What Nicky didn’t know is that years later, you still hadn’t stopped thinking about him and that night. And what he’d said when he thought you weren’t paying attention…

“I would totally fucking kiss you if you weren’t drunk right now.”

The words were still playing in your head clear as day even after all this time. It still didn’t feel real and part of you couldn’t help but wonder if it was just wishful thinking, if you’d just made it up because of how drunk you were. Nicky Harper had wanted to kiss you.

But what if he didn’t? What if you were just remembering it wrong, hearing what you wanted to hear?

I’m a little bit plastered

You call me a liar, now I’m falling faster

Of course, with your inebriated state Nicky didn’t believe a word you said. What he didn’t realize was that you weren’t just spewing bullshit because you were drunk, you were just saying everything you were too scared to say sober.

You tried not to get drunk or high in front of Nicky after that point. For starters, it wasn’t really his thing and you respected that. But most of all you were worried you would let your guard down around him again and tell him everything you’d been trying to hide.

This could be a disaster

Those next couple years after the party flew by with stolen glances and the quads teasing Nicky whenever you were around. Before you knew it, you and your friends were already out of high school and that party from back when you were 16 felt like ages ago.

Tonight you were staying over at Mae’s house, just the two of you. You, Mae, and Dawn had girls’ nights all together often, but Dawn was on a college visit out of state, so it was just you and Mae alone.

You had hinted at your crush on Nicky to Mae a couple times but had never straight up told her. It wasn’t that you didn’t trust Mae, you just didn’t want to put her under the pressure of keeping this secret from Dawn. And you definitely didn’t want Dawn to know - the last thing you wanted was a little crush ruining your friendship with your best friend.

Let me just lose my mind

Is it purely platonic to call me like every night?

You and Mae were in the middle of watching Mean Girls when you got a FaceTime notification. You paused the movie and jumped up to pick up your phone.

“Who the hell is calling this late?” Mae asked.

You blushed a bit. “It’s Nicky. He calls me every night since that one Halloween party to make sure I’m doing okay. It’s actually really sweet…”

“Oh, okay!” Mae smirked knowingly, “well tell Nicky I say hi, I’m gonna run downstairs and get more popcorn.”

You answered your phone as Mae raced down the stairs, locking eyes with Nicky’s pretty green ones.

“Hey Nicky!”

“Hey (Y/N)! How’s it going?”

“Going good. I’m just staying the night at Mae’s tonight. Hey, have you heard from Dawn?”

Nicky nodded. “Yeah, a bit. She said it’s a pretty good campus over there. She misses you, though. We all do.” He blushed a little.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, you haven’t been here for a couple days since Dawn’s been gone and now we’re out of school so we aren’t seeing each other everyday. Ricky, Dicky, and I have been at each other’s throats without any female influence around.” You both chuckled. “I mean it though. I should’ve asked you sooner, now I’m wishing you had come over here tonight.”

You shook your head. “Look I’d love to Nicks, but my parents know Dawn’s out of town. They’d never let me have a sleepover with boys.”

Nicky shrugged. “I mean hey, we’re here every other time you sleep over with Dawn.”

“Yeah, I know, it’s kinda stupid,” you sighed, “they’re weird like that. I mean even the night after that party junior year on Halloween I still kinda bullshitted them and said I had stayed in Dawn’s room. They would have flipped shit if I’d told them I’d slept in your bed and would totally think there was something going on between us.”

Nicky laughed a little, “I mean they wouldn’t have been entirely wrong about that night, huh?”

You were now a stuttering and blushing mess, not sure what to say back as Mae entered the room with a popcorn bucket bigger than her head.

“You like yours buttered, right? Oh, hey Nicky!”

“Hey Mae!” Nicky said, waving. “Well, I don’t wanna distract from your girls’ night. You ladies have a good one, okay?”

“Will do,” you mused, “goodnight, Nicky.”

“Night, (Y/N).”

You hung up and turned to Mae, who was looking at you with a curious grin.

“Sooooo?” she teased in a sing song voice.

“So, what? C’mon, let’s watch this bus get Regina’s ass!”

Mae grabbed the remote out of your hand before you were able to unpause the movie. “Not so fast. What’s going on between you and Nicky?”

“Wh-what do you mean?”

“Are you guys a thing? Are you guys not a thing?”

You rolled your eyes. “Mae, we’re just friends.”

“Just friends that call each other every night?”

You shrugged. “It’s nothing. He’s just being nice. I mean, it’s Nicky. You know what a sweetheart he is. It’s just what friends do.”

“And yet none of the other quads do that.”

“Well shit.”

Mae laughed. “(Y/N), everyone knows you and Nicky like each other. We’ve just been staying out of it because it’s not really our place, yknow?”

You chuckled. “Great. Everyone knows but us?”

“Well… yeah,” she sighed. “You should make a move! What’s the worst that could happen?”

“I could lose my childhood best friend?”

“Look, (Y/N), he totally likes you! I say you go for it before we all go off to college one day and it’s too late.”

“You’re right. But it’s probably better off said in person.”

You pulled out your phone and texted Nicky.

(Y/N): hey Nicks… can we hang out tomorrow? i have something to tell you

Nicky: of course! you can tell me anything :) see ya then

“And… send.”

And if you’re reading the text all night long

Nicky could hardly sleep that night after getting your text, talking with his brothers about what it could possibly mean.

“She’s obviously into you, dude,” Dicky said, “I mean, isn’t it obvious?”

“Yeah, even I see it,” Ricky agreed.

“And he can’t even remember the last time he talked to a girl besides Dawn, Mom, (Y/N), or Mae.”

“Oh, shut up,” Ricky rolled his eyes.

“Well am I wrong?”

“No Dicky we get it, you aren’t wrong!”

Nicky sighed. “I don’t care who’s right or who’s wrong. I’m just worried (Y/N) is going to say I’ve been coming on too strong and that she doesn’t want to be friends anymore…”

“She’s not gonna say that, man,” Dicky said, “she cares about you too much. It’s been years, you need to go for it! And if Dawn were here she’d say the same.”

“You’re right.” Nicky replied. “I’m gonna make my move when I see (Y/N) tomorrow.”

This could be a disaster

A day later, you and Nicky were sitting together on his bed, both nervous as hell.

“So… you had something you wanted to tell me?”

“Yeah.”

There’s so many factors

“Is everything okay, (Y/N)? You seem nervous.”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just… not sure how to say this.”

Like what if you freak out and then we’re losing it all?

“You know you can tell me anything, right? That’s what best friends are for.”

“I know… that’s what I’m worried about. Losing my best friend.”

It’s the critical chapter where I say I love you

“Oh. I see…”

And you don’t say it after

Faces close, bodies shaking in unison with nerves you finally spoke up. “Well… I’m not drunk right now.”

This could be a disaster

It took Nicky a second to realize what you were talking about, but then it hit him. “Y-you heard me say that, didn’t you?” You nodded “Are you saying I can? I mean- you mean- you want me to?”

You nodded as Nicky gently took your face in his hand and kissed you slowly. His lips were soft, and your head went a little fuzzy from euphoria as he carefully pulled you closer into him.

He pulled away, still holding you. “You should stay the night tonight. Tell your parents Mae will be here, I don’t know, whatever it takes. I just want you here with me.”

You smiled, arms around his shoulders, and nuzzled into his chest. “That works for me.”

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Christmas Reruns 2023 Day 10: Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas (3/3)

Merry Christmas if you celebrate it and happy holidays if you don’t! One of the things I love about Christmas is watching reruns of all the old classic Christmas movies–Christmas is a big time for nostalgia. A few years ago, I decided to incorporate that tradition into my fandom life and post my CS holiday reruns. So here you go! Enough holiday (mostly) fluff to get you to New Year’s Day. (With a new story posting on Christmas Day.)

Rating: G

Word Count: 1724

Other chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32

Notes: This story was originally posted in 2014

‘Twas the Night Before Christmas

Killian surged forward, lips crashing against hers, body pressing her to the immutable surface of her apartment door, arms binding her to him.

Good thing too. At the touch of his lips against hers, the sensation of his tongue seeking entrance, the feel of his heart racing beneath her hand trapped between them, Emma sagged and her knees threatened to buckle altogether.

Emma opened for him, moaning his name as his tongue came to tangle with hers. She rose to her toes, threading her fingers through his hair, seeking to bring him ever closer, they would never be close enough.

Her apartment complex was normally a busy bustling place, but tonight, at 11:30 on Christmas Eve night, it was as empty as Gold’s black heart. Just as well. The way she and Killian were going at it, anyone passing by was liable to get quite the show—and definitely not one suited to children.

With a groan Killian pulled away, but Emma was having none of it. She wasn’t done kissing him yet; not nearly. She chased his lips with her own, giving her pirate no quarter.

“Emma,” he moaned, as he gave up all attempts at resistance and met her head on.

They’d just returned from the town Christmas party at Granny’s. Her mom had really outdone herself with that one. The food, laughter and eggnog flowed abundantly. Everyone seemed to have imbibed the Christmas spirit, buoyed, no doubt by the fact that they’d gone a full month without a villain in sight.

It seemed Killian had enjoyed his first Christmas party. He’d particularly enjoyed the dirty Santa gift exchange, throwing himself into the spirit of the game with wild abandon. He’d put his pirate skills to good use, stealing one after another of his neighbors’ gifts. Emma suspected it was more for the thrill of mayor-sanctioned theft than it was for the actual gifts he’d gained. She laughingly said as much to him as he gleefully stole a bottle of lavender-scented bath salts from under Ruby’s very nose.

“You’re really going to tell me you want girly bath salts?” she’d teased.

“And why not?” he’d asked with a wicked gleam in his eyes. “I happen to be well aware that you favor the scent of lavender. It was my hope that were I to acquire these salts I might persuade you to…um…help me put them to use.”

When all was said and done, Killian had been left with a gift certificate for free dinner at Granny’s for a week. She….well, she’d made a last minute swap for the bath salts, a fact that made Killian’s eyes light up like a kid let loose in a candy shop.

When the party broke up, Killian walked her back to her apartment door where he was currently kissing her so thoroughly she could barely remember her own name.

After long moments, Killian pulled away and then rested his forehead against hers. “Best we slow down love,” he said breathlessly. “Much longer, and we’re bound to start a conflagration that will consume this entire building.”

“Yeah,” she said, equally breathless. “But what a way to go.”

He laughed and took a step back. “I suppose it’s time I take my leave. You’re to be at your parents’ bright and early tomorrow for Christmas morning festivities.”

Emma took hold of the lapels of Killian’s coat and gave him another quick peck. “You mean we’re to be at my parents’ bright and early.”

He looked suddenly uncertain. “I don’t wish to impose. It is after all a family event.”

Emma shook her head, her heart turning over with tenderness for this man. “When are you going to learn that you are family? We all want you there, and I, well, I’d really miss you if you bailed on us. Besides, if you don’t join us for Christmas morning, when am I going to get to give you my gift?”

“You bought me a gift?” His voice was awestruck.

“Of course! I have a feeling you’re going to like it too.”

Emma knew how much he enjoyed reading. His cabin on the Jolly Roger had been practically covered, floor to ceiling with books. She’d bought him as many of this realm’s pirate tales and stories as she could get her hands on.

“There’s no doubt of that, love,” he said gently. “I have a gift for you as well, but I have been assured that Christmas is the day for gift giving. It would be quite bad form to spoil my surprise the night before.”

“All the more reason to join us in the morning.”

His smile turned infinitely tender, and he cupped her cheek. “I’d love to be there, Swan. Which is, of course, why I’d best take my leave so that you can get your rest for the big day.”

Emma’s eyes flitted away from his for a moment before focusing back on him. “Stay with me tonight? Henry’s staying with Regina, and, well, no one should have to spend Christmas Eve alone.”

Killian dragged in a ragged breath. “I’d be honored to spend the remainder of Christmas Eve with you.

Emma unlocked her apartment, gave Killian another quick kiss and then waved him in behind her. “Go ahead and plug in the tree; maybe see about starting a fire. I’ll make us some cocoa.”

After their conversation in the woods, Killian and Henry had tag teamed her until she’d agreed to just about every Christmas tradition Henry could think of. The three of them had bought and cut down a Christmas tree, decorated the thing within an inch of its life (Killian’s hook being surprisingly handy in the endeavor), hung all three of their stockings by the chimney with care, and baked and decorated what felt like enough Christmas cookies for the entire town. When Killian learned of the tradition of sending people Christmas cards, he’d even convinced her to send the damn things out—complete with a photo of the three of them sitting before the fire, steaming mugs of cocoa in hand, the lit tree in the background.

It was cheesy as hell.

She loved it.

She finished preparing their drinks—which for her consisted of boiling water and pouring it over packets of cocoa mix—and then headed for the living room.

“Well, you’ve made good use of your time,” she said with a smile. The tree was lit, a roaring fire crackled in the hearth, and a smug pirate sat on the rug before it, surrounded by pillows.

“I aim to please darling.”

She sat beside him, depositing their cocoa on the end table and settling in his waiting arms.

“I do believe you’re forgetting something, love,” he said, mischief in every syllable.

“Yeah, what’s that?”

“Look and see for yourself.”

Emma sat up and stifled a laugh. The idiot sat before her holding the largest sprig of mistletoe she’d ever seen. She leaned forward and kissed him playfully. “You’re insatiable.”

“Aye,” he said, returning the kiss with exuberance, “but you wouldn’t have me any other way.”

Without warning, it all crashed over her once again. She’d nearly lost him. His heart had nearly been crushed in front of her, and she’d been powerless to stop it. The memory made her start to shake, and Emma clung to Killian so tightly he’d end up with bruises in the morning. She buried her face in his neck and breathed him in, her hand slipping beneath his shirt to rest over his heart. She needed this; she needed the confirmation that he was still there, that his heart was still where it belonged.

“Emma, love,” he said, rubbing her back, “is something the matter?”

Emma forced herself to sit up and look him in the eye. If nearly losing him had taught her anything, it was that every day with this man was a gift—a gift that could be snatched from her at any moment. The fact that he might have died not knowing, not truly knowing how she felt about him was like a slap to the face. She needed to remedy that. Immediately. Emma was terrified to say the words, but it was time; it was far past time.

“Killian, I…I just need you to know something.”

“Very well, Swan,” he said hesitantly, “you do know there is nothing you cannot tell me, do you not?”

“Yeah,” She took a deep breath and then plunged in. “It’s just that…well, I don’t know how to do this but just come out and say it: I love you. I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone. It scares the hell out of me, but, well, I just needed you to know. Whatever happens, no matter how many evil villains try to tear us apart, I needed you to know. I need you to…”

He leaned forward and captured her lips, effectively cutting off what was threatening to turn into babbling. This kiss was different, soft, gentle, unhurried. Emma reached up between them and caressed his face with gentle strokes. This was right. This man was it for her. If he’d died up there in the clock tower she didn’t know how she’d ever have survived it.”

“I love you too,” he whispered as he finally pulled away. “Until the end of time, I’ll love you. With every breath I take, every beat of my heart, I love you. There’ll never be another for me but you.”

She grinned against his chest. “Better not be.”

“No other lass stands the ghost of a chance against you. I swear to be unfailingly true to you until I take my last breath and long, long after.”

“I know,” she said tremulously. “And you can expect the same from me.”

He gathered her back into her arms and they sat in silence for some time. When he spoke again, the teasing note was back in his voice. “So, Swan, how do you propose we while away the rest of this Christmas Eve?”

She sat back and gave him a grin. “Well, I was thinking we could resume that make out session we had going on outside…and then we could, kind of, see where that takes us.”

“That, Swan, is the best idea you’ve had all year.”

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#christmas reruns 2023 #cs fanfiction #captain swan christmas ff #my fanfiction #have yourself a merry little christmas

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phoenixiancrystallist · 10 months

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16. audacity for Forspoken if you don't mind!!!

The problem with me reblogging ten billion things at once is I often forget what I reblogged. I totally forgot I reblogged this one-word prompt list, for example! XD

Thanks for the prompt, and thanks @sleepyprompts for making the list!

This worked out well as a little character/relationship study for the AU I've been working on where Cinta entrusted Jennesh with raising Frey instead of yeeting her to New York :D Not sure yet if I'll post it to AO3 as a stand-alone fic or if I'll be incorporating it into the AU itself.

Fic is below the cut 💜

"I can't believe you've the audacity to lie to me," Jennesh scolded even as he dabbed at the bleeding cut on his ward's face. Alfre dodged his every attempt to nurse her, features twisted into a thunderous scowl.

"I wouldn't have to if you'd just trust me," she snapped. All of fourteen years, and she had ten times her mother's spirit with none of her mother's poise. Where had he failed in raising her? Cinta would surely laugh at him.

"Trust you?" Jennesh gave up on cleaning her wound himself and tossed the wetted cloth to her instead. She caught it and glared at him as if he had attacked her. "You are still a child, Alfre. 'Trust' will come with wisdom and experience—both of which you lack."

"Because you treat me like glass!" Alfre wrung the cloth so tight in her rebellious frustration she'd nearly dried it. "How am I supposed to get wisdom and experience if all I ever do is stay cooped up inside all the time? You won't let me do anything."

Jennesh sighed, reluctant to admit that she may have a point. Cinta had charged him with raising her to be the greatest Tanta to ever live—

No, Jennesh chided himself, she had not. That was merely his own expectations that he'd placed upon himself. All Cinta had tasked him with was raising her to adulthood, to keep her safe and healthy until she came of age. Or until such time as her powers as a Tanta awakened, whichever came first. Which was why he kept such a strict watch on her; he needed to be aware immediately if her magic showed itself at any point.

As heir to the Tanta of Love, Alfre would surely be powerful. Jennesh had lofty expectations for her—expectations he knew were too much for a fourteen-year-old to live up to, and so he did his best to tailor those expectations to her current experience and limitations. Still, perhaps he had been too protective of her. Nothing terrified him more than the thought of some ill befalling Alfre. With her precociousness, and worse the Corruption's ever encroaching presence outside the walls of Cipal, Jennesh's imagination ran away with him far too often.

He knew many children enjoyed the challenge of sneaking outside of the city, risking their lives for the sake of a thrill or a dare. He knew Alfre's pride and stubbornness, and felt no surprise on catching her return from one such foray.

It was the bald-faced lie she gave that stunned and infuriated him.

"You're glaring," Alfre accused, holding the folded cloth to her cut.

"I am doing no such thing," Jennesh countered. But he softened, because that sulk of hers held just enough of Cinta's gentle tease that he could not help himself. He knew that Alfre's attempt at that tease was her way of apologizing as well. What is it about teenagers that make them so reluctant to be open and honest with their emotions? "I'm considering. You are right about one thing: to gain wisdom, one must first gain experience. And how can one experience life and the world around them when kept swaddled and protected at all hours, hmm?"

The hope rising in her eyes nearly made him smile.

"I will make a bargain with you," he said, and that hope flared all the brighter. "On the condition that you do not ever leave the city walls, I will allow you unsupervised access to the lower city."

"Really?" Alfre asked, the smile on her face so much like Cinta that Jennesh nearly forgot who sat before him. He smiled in return, softening further at Alfre's delight and joy.

"Yes, really," he promised. "They shall be your people as well, some day. You would do well to learn their needs and wants, and establish yourself among them so they may grow to trust you. For now, your task is to learn all you can. Learn how to help them live rich and full lives."

Alfre could no longer contain herself and threw her arms around Jennesh's neck, hugging him tight and all but singing her thanks. He returned her hug, of course, and part of him lamented that she had grown so tall. How he missed holding her in his arms, tossing her into the air and hearing her giggle. Is this a regret every parent held, or only him? He was not her parent, of course, but he loved her all the same.

#bobbi's being weird again #ask #prompt fill #forspoken #forspoken fanfic #frey holland #jennesh hekkadi #alternate universe #raised in athia au

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triptychgrip · 2 months

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The second chapter of my Yuri!!! on Ice post-canon, married Viktuuri story is up, and like some of my other works in my "Gold's On The Inside, Elevated My Feet" fic-verse, this story is an excuse to explore Viktor's insecurities, as well as his complicated relationship with Yakov.

In my fic-verse, Yakov is not only Viktor's former coach, but also a de-facto father figure, given that Viktor cuts his own parents off at the age of 16. In my story (which you can still understand/enjoy if you haven't read the other parts of the series), the two are currently in the middle of a conflict that arises unexpectedly after Yuuri and Viktor do an interview, which Yakov watches and has a negative reaction to.

In addition to Yakov giving Viktor the silent treatment after the interview airs, he makes Lilia explain to the couple why he is so upset, instead of communicating his feelings himself. This leads to Viktor being very hurt, which is hard for Yuuri to have to see.

When Viktor surprises Yuuri one day with a sexy 'Little Red Riding Vitya' roleplay scenario, Yuuri is thrilled to be able to use the situation as a springboard to be able to cheer Viktor up, and creates a romantic, spin-off "Little Red Skating Vitya" fairytale with the help of Mila and Phichit.

I had so much fun coming up with the fairytale particulars, which Yuuri reveals to Viktor in the second chapter. I hope you'll consider checking out the story! Below is a Chapter 2 excerpt to pique your interest.

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“Once upon a time, in a mysterious and far-away ice-forest land called Fukuoka, there lived two best friends and accomplished pairs skaters, one by the name of Little Red Skating Vitya, and the other by the name of Yusha the Ōkami. Yusha’s name was pretty self-explanatory, but no one in the village of Fukuoka knew where Vitya’s “Little” descriptor came from, because they were certainly not little.”

His spouse immediately gasped.

“Scandalous, my Yuuri!” he cried, sounding gleeful. “You know that I happen to think that dicks of any size are equally valid, but still…thank you, honey! I can’t believe you had that put in print!”

Yuuri blinked, not really sure what Viktor meant by that, until he mouthed the words of that last sentence, suddenly feeling horrified.

“Oh my goddddd,” he groaned, actually able to feel the heat emanating from his face.

“I didn’t even realize how that sounded!” he went on, feeling slightly defensive. “I was just trying to convey that our relationship is age appropriate, and that we’re both consenting adults! That sentence has nothing to do with dick size.”

“Oh, my GOD,” Yuuri continued, even more emphatically, realizing that the Sohmas – a family he’d known since he was just a ten-year-old – had seen him submit that request in writing! “I’m gonna need to make a call at some point to explain.”

Viktor began to snicker, and Yuuri just elected to turn the page and keep reading, hoping the flush sweeping his face would subside quickly.

#yuri on ice #viktuuri #victuuri #protective katsuki yuuri #victor nikiforov #insecure viktor nikiforov #viktor nikiforov #yakov feltsman #ao3 fanfic #fanfic authors #yuuri katsuki #katsuki yuuri #yoi headcanon

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dl-glennard · 1 year

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If you want, answer or try to answer to the following questions, please.

1) Is there anyone who knows that you wear/ like/buy diapers?

2) Has anyone accidentally ever seen you wearing diapers (with nothing else covering them) in a locker rooom, in a public toilet, airport check-in, during a medical visit or anywhere else? If yes, how did he react to this?

3) Has anyone accidentally ever been able to notice you wearing your diapers under your clothes? If yes, what has the reaction been?

4) What are your favourite diapers?

5) Ever worn diapers 24/7?

6) Do you like straitjackets, gags, and adult diapers together?

7) Have you ever been seen while buying adult diapers in a shop? If yes what has been the reaction? Furthermore, how has the cashier reacted?

8) Have you ever bought diapers using internet?

9) Has ever been anyone who has joked about you wearing diapers? Has ever been anyone who has made fun of you because you wear diapers?

10) Have you ever been humiliated for you wearing/liking/buying diapers?

11) Have you ever tried reusable adult diapers? If yes, how are they?

12) When did you wear your first adult diaper? What did you feel?

13) How has being ABDL influenced your social and love relations?

14) How many diaper lovers/ABDL do you know, both online and where you live?

15)Are you more AB or DL?

16) Why do you like/love diapers?

17) Have you ever seen anyone wearing diapers, in a public space (with nothing else covering them)?

18) Have you ever been able to notice anyone wearing diapers under clothes?

19) Have you ever seen anyone while buying adult diapers in a shop?

20) Have you ever worn diapers at job?

1. My roommate knows I wear (I'm sure of it) and also a close friend I told as well.

2. Nobody has ever seen me in just a diaper who wasn't expecting to see one

3. It's never been mentioned that my diaper is visible through clothes, so I don't think anyone has ever really noticed. I used to be so paranoid about someone seeing it but I don't worry too much anymore.

4. My favorite diapers are anything hook and loop, currently always wearing InControl elite hybrid. They seem to fit me the best.

5 I am currently wearing 24/7 and have been for 6+months? Minus a few times here and there. I love it.

6. Haven't experienced it but would probably quite enjoy it

7. Have not been seen buying diapers at the store. I remember being young and taking the bus over town to a certain store that sold Attends plastic backed ones and I'd buy two and carry them home on the bus (in bags) but always tried to hide as best I could. I'd always scope out the stores where I bought as well to make sure I didn't know anyone and I'd make sure someone good was at the register, and they never said anything ever.

8. Always buy online now. Never in store, terrible quality anyways.

9 and 10. No, maybe someday 😉

11. Never tried reusable. Love me the crinkle.

12. I don't remember my first adult diaper but my first diaper I ever remember wearing and started me on the path to ABDL was when I was young, 9-10 years old maybe? My mom babysat for kids around the neighborhood and one of them must have been in diapers. I took one and wore it that night. I remember it feeling so great.

13. I didn't wear much in the past so it didn't really affect anything. My ex also knew somewhat about the diapers. The ex in laws bought us a new mattress. I've always been a bedwetter, so I ended up staining the mattress. Kept it hidden for a while. My desire for diapers started to grow so I told him about the mattress and wore diapers to bed a couple weeks maybe but then it faded out and we didn't talk about it and we didn't last much longer haha.

14. I don't personally know any other ABDL. Met a couple here and there but nothing lasting.

15. 99% DL,

16. I like diapers for the way they make me feel, the sounds the thickness, the feeling of urine flowing and probably for the thrill of being seen in one.

17. No

18. I swear one time I was walking into Costco and I saw a guy walking in with a diaper peeking out the back of his pants. I tried to hurry up and find out but he was quick and didn't see him in the store.

19. No

20. Currently wearing 24/7 so always wearing on the job. Haven't been caught yet, 🤞

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20 questions for fic writers

tagged by @anneapocalypse! i'm lazy (and should be working on nano oops) so i'm not tagging today, but take it if you want.

1. how many works do you have on ao3?

37. (Add 16 if you want to count my old account.)

2. what’s your total ao3 word count?

302,601. (Add 37k for my old account.)

I have written approximately 500,000 words of fic that has never seen the light of day. Maybe one day it will.

3. what fandoms do you write for?

Final Fantasy, primarily, with a focus on XIV and VII these days. I've written sparsely for other fandoms.

4. what are your top five fics by kudos?

catching sunbeams - Miraculous Ladybug, Marinette/Adrien

remember me when i die (for you) - FFXIV, Crystal Exarch

forget-me-(not) - FFXIV, Warrior of Light &/ Crystal Exarch

the miniskirt - FFXIV, Warrior of Light/Crystal Exarch (NSFW)

roaming sheep - FFXIV, Warrior of Light/G'raha Tia (NSFW)

It's kind of nice for almost all of my most-kudos'd fic to be in my current fandom. It helps, of course, that I write the most popular ship in it. The highest-kudos'd fics were posted near the height of their respective fandoms, so.

I'm also very pleased roaming sheep has done this well! In my experience, oneshots do better than longfic with regard to kudos.

This got long so here's a cut...

5. do you respond to comments?

Yep! I try to reply to all of them, though if someone leaves multiple comments at a time on a chaptered fic I might just reply to the last one. I'm sure I've missed some along the way but I'm always thrilled to get a comment.

6. what’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Angst isn't really the right word, but dead end (FFVII, Cid & Vincent) has a very deliberate ending. I tried to write it like a horror movie, where the ending is sometimes ambiguous or otherwise inconclusive.

Or, well. I suppose roaming sheep has an exceptionally angsty ending, LOL.

7. what’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

It's gotta be the oath, which is literally wedding fic.

8. do you get hate on fics?

Nope, never.

9. do you write smut? if so, what kind?

Any kind, though I'm pretty inexperienced with F/F fics -- I love many F/F couples but I've never been driven to write fic about them, so I'm lacking in that regard.

These days, if I want to write NSFW fic on its own, it's less likely I'll publish it. I'll write it, but I'll keep it to myself. (I wrote a 15k fic earlier this year in this vein.) I've gotten to the point that I generally want the porn to be part of the plot. That said, I do have some ideas for oneshots, so you never know.

10. do you write crossovers? what’s the craziest one you’ve written?

The Fallout/Final Fantasy VII one is the big one. The total fic is almost 350k. I have posted 10k of it. Maybe one day I'll be able to revise it.

11. have you ever had a fic stolen?

Nope.

12. have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope.

13. have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not fic, but I've posted some RP before. This was generally not the best idea as it's rare for a RP thread to reach completion, and interests change, etc.

I guess actually blinded by light (FFXIV, WoL/Exarch) counts for this to a degree, because a good chunk of Mel's dialogue was written by @shepherdtostars; I just turned it into fic.

14. what’s your all-time favorite ship?

My OCs, who I've loved for 20 years. They're married, in love, and I have written approximately 2 million words about them.

I don't have a favorite fandom ship.

15. what’s a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

stares at beyond the vault... i love you but you're such a behemoth, why did i do this to myself

16. what are your writing strengths?

Dialogue! I can write banter all day long.

17. what are your writing weaknesses?

Description. I see the scene in my head like a movie, so I forget... that not everyone does... and I have to write the scene I'm seeing LMAO. I'm working on it.

18. thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

This is an oddball question. Just write it? Like, either write "they said in (language)" or get an accurate translation of what you want to say.

19. first fandom you wrote for?

Sailor Moon, probably. Or Digimon.

20. favorite fic you’ve ever written?

Waffling between dead end and blinded by light. dead end was a real stretch for me in a lot of ways and I'm still very proud of it all these years later. blinded by light is just fun, I really like rereading it. heaven can wait (FFXIV, WoL/Exarch, NSFW) falls in this category too, I'm so happy with it.

#ficblogging #meme answers

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handsofdarkness · 2 years

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WITHIN TEMPTATION's SHARON DEN ADEL Praises IRON MAIDEN: 'They Never Fell Out Of Love With Music'

In a new interview with "The Mistress Carrie Podcast", WITHIN TEMPTATION singer Sharon Den Adel spoke about her admiration for IRON MAIDEN whom her band is currently supporting on the fall 2022 North American leg of the "Legacy Of The Beast" tour. She said (as transcribed by BLABBERMOUTH.NET): "That's what I appreciate about IRON MAIDEN. Every night when we are playing, Steve Harris [IRON MAIDEN bassist and founder] is actually standing on our stage watching our show, behind our gear… And he's enjoying himself. And every night when we come off stage, he's at the side of the ramp giving hi-fives and stuff. He's really nice, and the rest of the band as well, and crew. But it's really fun to see someone still like a 16-year-old enjoying every show we play — almost every night the same kind of songs, more or less; because we only have 45 minutes, we wanna give the best we have. And he's still every night there. And I think that's what music is about.

"[IRON MAIDEN] never changed," Sharon continued. "They never fell out of love with music, which I think, when you're on the road that much, can easily happen to a lot of bands, and does happen to a lot of bands, I guess."

In recent years, WITHIN TEMPTATION shifted its focus from releasing albums to releasing a series of singles, enabling the bandmembers to indulge themselves in their creative processes thus delivering freshly inspired music. The group has released "Entertain You", "The Purge" and "Shed My Skin", singles that have all thrilled their fanbase, had great critical reception in Europe, peaked in the Top 20 of the U.S. Billboard Mainstream Rock Indicator charts and topped the official German charts. In July, WITHIN TEMPTATION also released the official Jeb Hardwick-directed music video for the band's latest single, "Don't Pray For Me". It was the fourth single of the band's independent releases and will lead up to WITHIN TEMPTATION's next studio album.

This past summer, Sharon told Finland's Chaoszine about WITHIN TEMPTATION's plans for a new studio LP: "We don't have an official [release] date yet, but we are working, as we speak still, on finishing songs. And, of course, we have released a lot of songs during the corona time; those songs are gonna be on the album as well. So I think we have to finish up, like, a third still, and we're gonna do it in the beginning of next year. And somewhere next year we will release a new album — with the songs that we already released, of course."

Den Adel previously said that "Don't Pray For Me" "strives against forcing beliefs and fears on to others and bears witness to being acceptive of everyone's own journey. It is an anthem about coming to terms with the fact that beliefs can be fluid, multiple or, frankly, different. The song is about allowing people to pursue their own destiny."

The remainder of WITHIN TEMPTATION's 2022 will be filled up with a much-anticipated and long-delayed co-headlining European tour with EVANESCENCE.

WITHIN TEMPTATION's last album, "Resist", was released in February 2019 through Spinefarm Records, the specialist hard rock label of Universal Music Group.

"Resist" featured guest appearances by PAPA ROACH's Jacoby Shaddix, IN FLAMES' Anders Fridén and ARID's Jasper Steverlinck.

Prior to "Resist"'s arrival, Den Adel said that the LP was inspired by "modern music" but with "a very dark" twist. She explained: "Sometimes, it feels that today's pop music lacks a rebellious edge. Our main goal was to collect pieces from sounds we did like and roughen it up as much as we could, resulting in a surprisingly new musical world that is heavier, dirtier and more futuristic than we've ever created before. 'Resist' is our take on metal in a new way: to give modern music its rebellious edge."

#within temptation #Sharon den Adel #2022 interviews

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huginsmemory · 1 year

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(little ask thing circulating) List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you. learn to know your mutuals and followers .<3

Awwww this is lovely! Thanks for the ask ❤️

Here's things that make me happy in a miscellaneous order:

1. My cats! My family has two cats, Rocky, who is 3-4 and Patches/Kitty who is 16-17 years old. Rocky is a handsome boy whose really friendly but also a bit of a bastard, while Kitty is generally skittish but has mellowed with age and now really enjoys pets. She generally snuggles with me in my bed, (Rocky occasionally does too) and she dislikes Rocky, who finds it amusing to tease her. She also keeps deciding exam season when I'm alone at home (and can't drive myself to the vet) the perfect time to have health issues, as if I'm not stressed enough already...

Rocky licking his balls on my laptop while I'm trying to take notes, and Kitty being cute all tucked into bed

2. Being creative in whatever way possible, lol. I'm a person that collects hobbies and so I've got twenty different projects on the go and constantly vacillating between them, haha. There's just something in my brain that insists I need to be working with my hands/creating as much as possible, and working on creating something is something that makes me very happy (especially since most of the time I'm too busy to actually work much on hobbies). Currently really into bookbinding and I've gotten into fic or meta writing again, but hopefully with more time coming on the horizon I can also add regularly doing some drawing/painting! And maybe scoot in a bit of refining/practising my taxidermy work, weaving or carving...

3. Spending time w friends or connecting and chatting with mutuals on here! Creating and upkeeping connections with people always makes me smile. It was finally warm today so I sat out on the porch in the sun with a friend who came to pick up their birthday gift (a Vashwood disco charm). We just soaked up the sun while shooting the breeze, eating carrot cake and drinking homemade Thai iced tea.

4. Nature! I grew up hiking a lot and generally spending most of my time outside, and my parents had the general I'd guides, so I've done a lot of birding and I know our plant communities well in the area that I live. So being in nature, birding etc all make me happy. I'm especially thrilled when I see rare species, haha. It's frankly ridiculous how excited I can get. I've also currently really gotten into dendroalsia moss, it's just so absolutely gorgeous. Here's a photo I've taken of some for funsies, plus a satin flower which I got to see this spring but hadn't seen in years (due to being atrociously busy)!

5. People leaving kind comments on things I create and share! Its really lovely to see people see what I do and go, oh, I like that, especially so when they tell me what specifics they like about it, or if it resonates with them. It always flabbergasts me that people like my stuff for some reason hahaha.

#ask game!#hugin speaks

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lololollywrites · 2 years

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Three Fics Tag Game

Rules: We would like to ask you to recommend us 3 of YOUR fics: 1 that is “most popular” and 2 that are “hidden gems!"

@inevitably-johnlocked kindly tagged everyone, so here it goes! (AO3 Profile: LoloLolly). I’m so new to the Sherlock fandom that this might be a good introduction.

*Note: These fics are a mix of Sherlock and Harry Potter. While I don’t support JK Rowling at all (and refuse to give money to any spin-offs of the series, including Fantastic Beasts), the original series will always be special to me. I started writing both of them years ago, before I knew what kind of person JK Rowling really was, though only finished one of them recently.

Also: I’ve been writing fic for a long time. A really, really long time. For like... 16 years. So my number 1 most popular story was actually written 10 years ago on fanfiction.net, not AO3; I’ve since migrated it there, though, as well as two of my more recent fics. I left a good dozen or so behind, but they have their place! It’s not as well-written as I’d like - or not the way I’d write it now - but I’m proud of it still. Because of that, I have two technical number 1s, so this is a four fic tag game!

1: THE MOST POPULAR (AO3: Sherlock)

Of Sweat, Sociopathy, Scars, and Secrets: John approaches Sherlock with a theory. Much more is revealed than he anticipated. And Sherlock, well... he had been waiting for this. Inevitable. (Chapters 1/1, 8,192 words, No Archive Warnings Apply).

**This one will always be special to me! It’s my first Sherlock fic and now serves as a prequel to my current WIP. Tags and stats below:

THE MOST POPULAR (ff.net: Harry Potter)

The Burn of the Phoenix: ...Signifies a new beginning. Harry dies in the Final Battle. Dudley attends his cousin's funeral, quickly discovering that there was much more to Harry's life than he ever dreamed. Can regret give way to a fresh start? (Chapters 1/1, 12,669 words, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Major Character Death).

**Can’t really explain why a younger me (from 2012) decided to kill Harry, haha, but it did extremely well on fanfiction.net (and okay on AO3, which is fine!) I will NOT be linking my old ff.net profile. There are over a dozen stories from my 16-year-old-self still there that are best left hidden.

2: HIDDEN GEM #1 (AO3: Sherlock)

Genius is a Star Whose Light (is Soon to Sink in Endless Night): (Chapters 8/10, Graphic Depictions of Violence)

[Excerpt below]

He swallowed down the lump in his throat. Soldiers today, Sherlock. He tapped his fingers, hands still tingling and numb from the restrictive pressure of the cable ties that secured them behind his back, loped around the base of the wooden chair. Added rope now pressed them together even more tightly.

“Sherlock Holmes.” Dragan’s voice was deep, gruff. Exactly as he remembered it.

"Yes, yes. You don’t like me, I am aware. I ruined your ‘selling women and children’ business and got your men killed. You have my quite insincere apologies. I’m sure prison was unpleasant as well, but you cannot argue that it was wholly undeserved."

**Yes, yes, obnoxiously long title. Maybe just... GiaSWL. Haha. This takes place immediately after Of Sweat, Sociopathy, Scars, and Secrets, but it does stand alone as well. This is a COMPLETE work - updates on Fridays - though I do understand that it not being finished yet (as well as me being a new, untrustworthy author) is why it hasn’t picked up more attention. That’s 1000% understandable! I assure you, however, that it won’t be abandoned. Tags and stats below:

3. Hidden Gem #2 (AO3: Harry Potter)

The Truth At Last: (Chapters 1/1, 19,183 words, No Archive Warnings Apply)

[Excerpt below]

“Most people would be thrilled to publish a book, you know,” said Kingsley, ignoring Harry’s inquiry (and with a hint of knowing sarcasm in his voice). You should be grateful for the opportunity.” His smirk, however, betrayed his true feelings.

“Yes, grateful,” said Harry. “I’ve always wanted to be famous.”

“Fame, though perhaps undesirable to the modest, can serve as an avenue for the truth to be widely told,” Kingsley said wisely as the grate closed. “Particularly in this current climate – fear over these remaining Death Eaters, though they’re hardly a threat… the doubts thrown your way, the slander, the misconceptions… People are hungering for the real story, and it’s about time it’s known.”

**To be honest, this is probably my favorite piece of writing. I started it back in 2012, then took a few years off when life got busy. I finally finished in 2020, while living in Vietnam and in the midst of lockdown. It was my comfort! This is the way I wish the series would have ended. Sweet, self-indulgent, and not a death fic this time. Tags and stats below:

#three fics tag game #fanfiction #my fanfic #bbc sherlock #johnlock #harry potter #AO3

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xdaisyhookumx · 3 months

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you don't fight fair but that's okay, see if i care. knock me down, it's all in vain. i get right back on my feet again. hit me with your best shot. why don't you hit me with your best shot. hit me with your best shot. fire away!

basics.

name: daisy anne hookum. meaning: much like the beloved bloom, it's a name that embraces the sweetest elements of daylight, unfurling itself to the sun's rays; grace. nickname: days. birthday: june 26th. cancer. age: twenty. pronouns: she + her. sexuality: pansexual. siblings: abigail (sister, 18), natalie (sister, 16), leah (sister, 14). parents: jack hookum (father), charlotte hookum nee banks (mother). languages: english. current residence: flat in london. current job: author. secondhand bookstore. born: baton rouge, louisiana.

wizard fun.

former hogwarts house: hufflepuff. former affiliation: neutral. pet: grey short-haired cat; boo. blood status: half-blood. species: witch. patronus: elephant. boggart: the ghosts of her family. amortentia scent: wet grass, coffee, quill ink, gillywater. wand type: cedar. unicorn core. 11".

appearance.

height: 5'7" hair color: black. eye color: brown. hair style: long and wavy. fashion style: comfortable. fc: samantha logan.

personality.

+ playful, curious, protective, active - scatterbrained, worrywart, obsessive theme song: hit me with your best shot by pat benatar.

bio.

born in the states, baton rouge, louisiana, daisy was in a loving family and first of four girls. charlotte and jack hookum couldn’t have been happier with their clan. daisy was a gem from the first day and always had a mothering instinct. she would play with her dolls and stuffed animals with care until her first sister, abigail, was born. she finally had a human being to focus her love and attention on. she helped her parents and they loved seeing the connection the two had from the first day. then came along the next two siblings, natalie and leah. daisy was thrilled. she kept expecting more children would come but that would be the end of siblings. charlotte and jack certainly had their hands full but could always count on daisy. the house was a busy one but a loving busy house. none of the daughters ever felt like they were taken for granted. daisy herself made sure she gave as much care to each of them as she could and charlotte and jack would never find themselves ignoring any of their children who always came first.

while being such an integral part of the family, daisy showed signs of magic. she was able to make plants grow without trying. the house had a beautiful garden outside that she had created. it was the thing she had for herself. her bedroom was blooming. she didn’t know how she could do it but it brought her joy. when she was eight years old her parents sat her down and explained that charlotte was a witch and that meant that daisy had the chance to have those abilities and it appeared she did. daisy was taken aback but excited by the word magic. when she was told she would be going to a special school to hone her skills, daisy became uneasy about leaving her family. charlotte promised her that she had some of her best days at ilvermorny and not to worry because she had a few years to get used to the idea.

having grown up in louisiana, it came as a big surprise when her parents told the family that they were moving to england due to a job her mother got. they didn’t tell them that it was at the ministry of magic but that it was a huge opportunity that they couldn’t pass up. ten year old daisy’s mind was spinning. she was ten years old and expecting to go to ilvernorny, something she was preparing for. now she was going to be expected to go somewhere else that was brand new. her mother couldn’t promise hogwarts would be the best days of her life. shortly after the move, daisy received her letter. she was nervous but refused to let it get the best of her. she was tough and could handle it. she would be the first of her family to enter such an adventure. she could always write letters to her family and see them at breaks. she had photos that she planned on posting around her room.

when daisy got to hogwarts, she was blown away by the view of the castle from the boats. again, her head was spinning. she couldn’t believe how beautiful it was and hoped that her experience would be just as lovely as that experience. and when she walked into the great hall the experience was only enhanced. butterflies lived in her stomach when she saw that people had to put a hat on to say where you belonged in the school. it told her hufflepuff. a long table of students stood and clapped as she walked to them, not knowing what it meant but felt welcomed as she held her head up high. daisy was proud. she had to be and refused to be anything less.

daisy did well in her classes. she got good marks, nothing outstanding, but grades that got her through and that she was proud enough of. however, the classes she excelled in were history of magic and muggle studies. it was these classes that shaped who she would become as an adult. the war only cemented what she thought about doing later in life.

during the war, daisy spent a lot of time with her family. she stayed neutral but was scared for her family seeing as how she herself was a half-blood and had family that were muggles. she would try her best to fight for her family. if something happened to them, something would happen to her. she wouldn’t let them go down without her. luckily it never came to that. they were safe and daisy was relieved.

after the war, daisy returned to her flat and returned to her job at the secondhand bookstore where she felt at home. she began writing notes about ideas of what she wanted to do with her life. the idea she had before the war was finally going to happen. she was going to prepare herself to live a full year without any magic. she wanted to live as a muggle and write about her experience. she hoped that in doing so the magical world would see that being a muggle has its own magic and to not fear what muggles have to offer the world. daisy hasn’t started her year as of yet but is preparing.

#riddikulus;intro #intro #about

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