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swordmaid · 10 months

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still thinking about the haikaveh 13 going on 30 inspired au .. like imagine kaveh going home drunk and upset after a bad meeting with a client. he’s presented his 8th draft of the project and there’s still something wrong with it. kaveh doesn’t want to compromise his own vision, and the client is adamant with his own, so they ended up just arguing instead of working on a compromise. then he goes to the tavern to cheer himself up but after a few drinks the bartender refused to serve him anymore since he still hasn’t paid his last tab and the bartender had been putting his current one under alhaitham’s. so kaveh goes home, drunk and upset at his client and also at the thought that he’ll owe alhaitham even more.

and when kaveh goes home alhaitham is lounging on a sofa and the books kaveh asked for him to clean isn’t put away yet. that little detail ticked him off - here’s alhaitham who doesn’t have any work to do at home and yet he doesn’t even bother to do the one thing kaveh asks him for. meanwhile kaveh has to go home late from a meeting that didn’t earn him anything and he’s even more in debt after alhaitham finds out about his tab. so, kaveh’s already drunk and upset and NOW annoyed he starts to argue with alhaitham. first it’s the fact that alhaitham hasn’t cleared away his books yet. then, alhaitham points out that he’s over-exerting himself for a client that’s not even paying him (he doesn’t need to be reminded of that!) then, kaveh argues that instead of trying to point out his failings why can’t he just console his clearly upset and stressed roommate like everyone else and if he was more compassionate about other people, maybe he’ll get along with other people better!! then cue the petty argument exploding into something bitter. kaveh is upset, drunk, and rambling, going on and on about how he doesn’t want to keep sacrificing his artistic integrity, and why can’t people just appreciate his art, and it would’ve been better if he never met alhaitham to begin with so he won’t be indebted to him and maybe his life wouldn’t turn out so badly. the argument only ends after alhaitham goes into his room clearly upset – the kind of upset kaveh was all too familiar with all those years ago — and now kaveh feels shitty and hurt and drunk and he wants to vomit so he passes out on the couch.

then, he wakes up in a room clearly different from their house.

the architectural style of the room is a marriage between the tumbling vines and glass windows of sumeru and the rigid structures and flow of fontaine’s. the couch he’s sleeping on isn’t the green divan alhaitham is fond of ; it’s a blue chaise with velour fabric that’s half as soft.

kaveh panics, looks around the room, then finds achievements displayed on the wall: articles and papers praising his name, pictures with the liyue qixing infront of a renovated and expanded golden house, one next to the fontaine archon besides an opulent theatre. there are articles of his latest creations, interviews with the man himself headlining the steambird, written papers and thesis about architecture published in the akademiya. kaveh learns that he’s not the light of kreshrarewar anymore ; he’s the most famous and accomplished architect in all of teyvat.

but alhaitham is not here anymore.

#I’ve been losing my mind over this au like it works so well #..!! it’s only 13 going on 30 inspired bc of the waking up in a diff world where all ur wishes comes true aspect #not the 13 year old living their 30 yo self lol #then Kaveh learns in this universe he never made the palace near a withering … he’s not in debt #but then he’s also not friends with tighnari…#his group project with alhaitham never existed = their shared house doesn’t exist as well #he learns that he’s a big celebrity in fontaine and he hasn’t visited sumeru in years #everyone is always praising him but no one is there to challenge him or to question him #no one can keep up with him bc they don’t bother to question what he does!#then he gets a project in sumeru that he accepts immediately - there he meets alhaitham again #and in this universe alhaitham is still the scribe and the government coup still happened #and that he hasn’t talked to alhaitham after their fallout. and that alhaitham is engaged to SOMEONE….#cue kaveh feeling upset by that but he doesn’t know why…..#honestly talk to me abt this wtf I have a lot of IDEAS ughhehehdhhhh

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targaryenrealnessdarling · 9 months

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A Perfect Score | Series Masterlist | FigureSkating!AU | modern!Aemond x reader

COMPLETED

Summary: Striving for a place in the Olympics, Aemond desperately needs to find another partner to step in when his becomes injured. With little experience in couples figure skating as well as Aemond’s closed-off and antisocial nature, it will be a challenge to work with him.

Warnings: enemies to lovers, some angst, competitiveness, toxic parenting, smut, NSFW 18+

Chapter 1: Ice Cold

Chapter 2: Sub-Zero

Chapter 3: Goosebumps

Chapter 4: Thin Ice

Chapter 5: Ice Princess

Chapter 6: Winter is Coming

Chapter 7: Avalanche

Chapter 8: The Fallout

Chapter 9: Thawed Out

Chapter 10: A Song of Ice and Fire

Epilogue

Lovely fanart <3

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ki-yomii · 7 days

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helloo! could you recommend your favorite jungkook and yoongi fics? thank you and have a lovely day ♡

hey there~ 💛

... tbh i haven’t read too many fics for my boys lately 🙈

i've been trying to work through the books sitting on my shelf collecting dust + i got sucked back into fallout now that the show is out lol.

but i do have some all-time favorites!!

please mind the warnings/tags - you're responsible for your own reading consumption. that said, all of these fics are 🔞

i hope you have a great day nonnie and if you have any recs send them my way 🥰!

JUNG KOOK FICS

the crimson shell series by @angelicyoongie

mermaid aus are my lifeblood istg. and this is one of the best one's i've ever read!! it's dark, it's creepy, it's foreboding - and tantalizing. everything i love about mermaid/siren aus crammed into one series.

you had always found comfort in being at the beach, often spending hours just watching the waves lap against the shore. but unbeknowst to you – something had been watching you back.

make you mine two-shot by @colormepurplex2

i'm a sucker for abo, and as such, have read a looot of it over the years. its a genre that's very easy to descend into wtf-how-are-they-still-alive-after-THAT territory but this fic does it very well in a way i haven't seen too often. i loved the world-building and set up.

Alphas might rule the world, but Jungkook finds himself being ruled by the need to make you his. Omegas are rare, precious, and pliant. At least, most are. When you present late, well into your twenties, you're already set in your headstrong ways; a challenge even for a commanding alpha like Jungkook. Add to that the centuries-long feud between your families and the last thing anyone expected was for him to claim you as his soulmate.

a sea of indigo series by @foxymoxynoona this was the first BTS fic i ever read... and is a big reason as to why i got into the fandom in the first place. i had no clue who they were before then. i'd heard of them + listened to agust d without knowing it was yoongi 💀 but this fic made me check out BTS RUN and now here we are 🤪

Pitbull Hybrid Jungkook has finally been freed from the fighting rings, and now finds himself at Marigold Sanctuary & Transition Estate, a place for healing and self-discovery for rescued hybrids. It's stupid, dumb, cheesy, and hell-bent on helping Jungkook "heal" and "find himself" and "decide the course of his life." And right at the center of it is Y/N, a nurse who's got everyone bamboozled that she's like some awesome person. She's not that great. Jungkook hates it here.

YOONGI FICS

witch oneshot by @sailoryooons

this is easily one of my top 3 yoongi fics. the world building, the tension, the relationship between yoongi and reader. it ticks all my boxes and vividly paints a picture of this universe. i adore the concept, and love the way this fic is brought to life through sailoryooons storytelling.

For years, you and Yoongi have played cat and mouse. It’s his duty to rid the world of witches, but he always finds a new excuse to let you slip through his fingers. When you find yourself at his mercy, you wonder if the great witch hunter will finally end your game of chase, or if there’s something that will stay his hand.

desolate series by @angelicyoongie

one of the first hybrid fics i've read for bts 😭 i love my lil meow meow and the set-up for this fic is amazing. it takes a fresh direction with the hybrid trope and builds a relationship that feels organic and progresses very naturally💛

you just wanted a cute little normal cat to keep you company. so you're not really sure how you ended up with the grumpiest hybrid on earth that seems hellbent on making your life difficult.

ps. i woof you oneshot by @gimmesumsuga

this one is just so so cute and asjhdjsghfjs!! i adored remi and thought about having yoongi and holly as neighbors for days after reading this lol.

The one with a happy accident of the furry, four-legged kind - “Are you calling my dog a slut?!”

first and last and always oneshot by @floralseokjin

i'm not one for holiday fics/aus usually but there's something about this one that i absolutely adored. it felt very realistic and drew me into the relationship within the first few paragraphs. the angst is so well done and heartfelt, it made me cry lol.

You and Yoongi broke up two months ago. It was mutual, you’re positive, but there’s one teeny tiny issue... You never told your parents, and now they’ve invited you back home for Christmas. Both of you. You can’t say no, but you also can’t bear to go alone, so you do the only thing you can think of, plead with Yoongi to come with you and pretend like everything’s okay...

go send these authors some love!!

#asks #get recc’d 📚#fic recs #jungkook x reader #yoongi x reader

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luminoushane · 9 months

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What's Amity's relationship with King like since they are pretty much cousins in this?

How does Luz and Amity's first meeting go in this AU? I'm assuming it'd be at the covention but much more chill (ie no cupcake murder, no witches duel) since this Amity would be better adjusted and the rivalry is much friendlier from the offset.

How is Willow affected by never being friends with Amity as a child? Is she more confident without the self esteem hit of losing that friendship? (Even without Amity Boscha would be a problem)

How are the twins different from canon how that they are Odalia's full focus? What's Alador up to?

That fallout between Hunter and Amity in late season 1... I need to know more

King and Amity get along well, but since Luz came around they've gotten closer and get until shenanigans together as a trio! (Whether said shenanigans are good or bad depends. Mostly bad.)

(More under cut)

And yes, they DID meet at the Covention, though Luz was already aware of Amity's existence since Eda would mention a "niece" coming to bother her every once in a while. Amity, despite growing up differently, was still a bit of a show off, and still ended up challenging Luz. She did eventually forfeit, since it was against her morals to hurt someone.

The convention ends a bit differently when Amity did accidentally steps on the traps and hurts herself, which leads to the feeling of betrayal. Luz and Amity talk it out and agree that they are now rivals as long as they don't hurt each other in the process<3

Willow's self esteem is in the dumps lemme tell you. Because without Amity, she was literally friendless and bullied as a child up until Gus came along. She slowly learns to love herself as she is and fights back against Boscha (When Amity and Willow became friends, Amity would glare right back at Boscha, then Hunter came along. Now two of them glare at Boscha threateningly.)

As for the twins? They're a bit more... Reserved. They're the only children left, especially Emira being the eldest and the heiress. They're not mean or anything, just mindful of what they say and not as loud as in canon. What happened to Alador is... Not yet to be revealed lol.

And yes, not revealing the Hunter and Amity content yet. I love pitting these two against each other for some reason.

#the owl house #luz noceda #amity blight #lumity #king clawthorne #toh au #toh #toh fanart

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absolutely-esme · 4 months

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Monster!Tim Coraline AU part 2

A while back, I posted an Idea I had For a Combination of a Coraline AU and a Meta!Tim AU. It's here assuming I made the link correctly.

Well, I had more thoughts on the matter, so I'm making another post.

First off, I want to expand/clarify on how Tim's powers work.

Tim fights (or otherwise challenges) various supernatural things and gains power from defeating them. I touched on this before and mentioned that it was because it was symbolically similar hunting and eating prey. I would like to talk a bit more about what this entails.

Upon achieving victory, Tim takes a bit of power from the defeated opponent and incorporates it into himself. Tim can gain abilities this way or just boost his own power level a bit. He does not physically eat any part of his opponent.

The opponent is left a bit weaker, but does not lose abilities completely and is not permanently damaged. They can get their power levels back up given some time. Think of it like donating blood, they’ll be a little weak and woozy for a bit, but no lasting harm is done. Now, I cannot stress enough that this is because of the choices Tim makes.

Tim chooses to use his powers in the gentlest way available. He chooses not to take more than they can safely part with. He chooses not to simply consume them completely. He chooses to pay careful attention to how much power his opponents can afford to part with and whether or not they are in a position to weather the recovery safely. Tim grew up looking up to Batman and Robin. He believes in harm reduction.

That’s why the supernatural-leaning rogues fear him so much. Their instincts are very aware that this is a predator that has simply decided not to kill them today. He probably won’t next time either, but he could easily make a different decision at any time. At least some of them are not entirely aware of their ties to the supernatural or why the third Robin inspires such primal existential fear.

The thing that drives Tim to keep doing these challenges is not primarily a desire for power (though some of the abilities he gains are useful), but rather because it makes the hunger more manageable for a bit. It doesn’t stop it, but it takes the edge off for a little while. Tim was incredibly suspicious of this at first. He knows full well that his condition makes a point of being inconvenient and that it is easy to spiral out of control in a way that makes one dangerous to oneself or others. He remembers how miserable the fallout of trying to eat to fullness was. He made a careful study of the challenges and how they affected him. He kept meticulous notes on his mental and physical state. He also created and stuck to a very rigid schedule on how often he would allow himself to “hunt,” and made a point of not taking too much from his “prey.”

Tim starts off pretty close to a baseline human and gathers abilities over time.

When he is very young he gains improved stealth and the ability to sense secrets. For a little while, that’s all he has, until he learns that there are other things in Gotham he can challenge.

While he was still very young he collected the ability to make his fingernails razor-sharp, the ability to climb like a goat, some minor enhanced strength (just enough to somewhat offset the disadvantage of being so tiny), partial immunity to slipperiness caused by water (from the many rain/fog/whatever spirits to be found in a city as gloomy as Gotham), increased impact resistance (don’t know what that thing was, but Tim’s not sure if he actually beat it or if it was just so high above his level that it felt safe to feed him a scrap of its power purely out of curiosity over what he might do with it), and a bite like a beartrap.

Then the Beldam incident happened. He got a lot from dealing with the Beldam because that wasn’t an ordinary challenge (by his way of doing things). The Beldam was too powerful, too dangerous, too impossible to contain, too sneaky, too focused on targeting vulnerable victims who won’t be missed in time for any sign to be found. Tim had to stop her for good right then and there because he only had one shot. Even if he survived and escaped (which wasn’t especially likely if he held back at all) she would go right on killing children. There was no way to put the Beldam in Arkham even just until the next breakout. No way to track the Beldam. No way of protecting other isolated, vulnerable children without lethal force. So Tim killed the Beldam and consumed it entirely (he has to think of the Beldam as an it, he can’t afford to do otherwise).

From defeating the Beldam, he gained a supernatural knack for fiber arts (especially spinning, weaving, and sewing), the ability to control things he makes with these skills to a certain degree, the ability to see through buttons he’s sewn on things, some slight shapeshifting, minor space-folding on the level of making his pockets a bit bigger on the inside, and illusory powers that allow him to make things seem a bit nicer/brighter/more pleasant. He also gains a pretty huge general power boost that goes into enhancing his existing abilities. He takes to spinning some very strong cord and keeping a few skeins on his person at all times because it’s useful for a number of things and makes a pretty good weapon, especially with his ability to manipulate it.

The shapeshifting isn’t much on it’s own, but it can combine with other abilities he’s taken on to let him make greater changes and take on forms that better support use of his powers.

After the Beldam incident, Tim’s power levels increase a good deal very quickly, allowing him to challenge and defeat stronger opponents and collect stronger abilities. Tim continues wandering, continues fighting, continues gaining power.

(Trauma? What Trauma? He’s fine. It all turned out okay in the end. The Beldam is dead. The souls she trapped are free. Tim totally doesn’t have complicated feelings about killing her. It. Tim is fine. Tim totally doesn’t have nightmares about an evil Batman with buttons for eyes. You would not believe how fine he is.)

He collects some extra senses that allow him to maintain greater awareness of his surroundings. He gains the ability to produce and maintain a very small fire (like a candle flame on a tealight) at his fingertips. He gets quicker reflexes from something he probably wouldn’t have been able to beat prior to killing the Beldam (he had to tank an uncomfortable number of hits in that fight).

He gains the ability to find and use what he decides to call shortcuts. They’re these odd little throughways tucked into out of the way places that he can pass through and go from one place to someplace a fair distance away. One of them is an odd little opening in a wall between a dead-end alley and a rooftop on the other side of town. The shortcuts don’t look odd or out of place. He mostly recognizes them by vibes. If he had been born with this ability rather than gaining it later in life he probably wouldn’t have realized that there was anything odd about the shortcuts or that no one else could see them.

…

Tim goes on doing his thing, pretending he wasn’t traumatized by the Beldam, and even managing to heal a little despite his somewhat unhealthy handling of it.

Then Robin dies, and Batman loses it. Now Batman is self-destructing and looks like he’s going to take all of Gotham down with him, the Other Gotham Nightmares are back, and Robin is fucking dead.

Tim is not okay.

Tim tries to get someone else, anyone else, to deal with the situation because a violent, out of control Batman is a pretty massive trigger for him. No one else who seems like they might be able to do anything for Batman is willing to intervein. Batman is getting worse.

It looks like Tim is going to have to be the one to do something about this.

…

When Tim eventually begins his training to be Robin, it is such a hassle learning how to fight without his powers. Batman and Nightwing think he’s incredibly clumsy when he first starts his training and wonder just how the heck he managed to follow them undetected for so long. Then the clumsiness clears up more quickly than they would have expected, and they are concerned that he might have had a concussion when he started training and they didn’t notice.

It’s actually because he has to re-learn how to get around without using his powers in a way that Batman and Nightwing would notice, and he’s started to forget how to account for large bulky items that aren’t tucked away in a pocket dimension. That said, he did do it all without powers in the beginning so he’s re-learning rather than learning something new for the first time. Also, he figures out pretty quickly that he can use the stealth he got from secret hunters and the goat-like climbing ability he got from a Jersey Devil because neither Bruce nor Dick realizes just how unusual Dick’s childhood level of ability was.

While Tim is operating as the Bats’ emotional support child, he uses his illusion powers from the Beldam to look cute, comforting, healthy, and un-concerning. When he’s not with the Bats, he drops the illusion and just goes about his business with his actual appearance. When he has some shit to get done far enough outside of the Bats’ sphere of influence that he can be reasonably confident he can avoid them finding out about it, he turns into something out of a scary movie.

Guess who gave digital art a try? Here we have Emotional Support Tim, Regular Tim, and Cryptid Tim.

I hadn't originally planned for Cryptid Tim to be showing that much skin, but i had to spend a lot of time figuring out the anatomy before I could figure out how to dress him, and by the time I realized what I was doing, i'd put so much work into the shading on the ribcage that i didn't want to cover it completely. Tim won't actually dress like that in Cryptid form, I just worked really hard on the anatomy. I should do more art to figure out his actual Cryptid Garb.

I went the stretched out, spindly monster route for Tim's Cryptid form because his magic/condition is called "afflicted with gluttony." I know a lot of artists make monsters based on the concept of gluttony heavyset with lots of excess fat tissue, but I feel like it makes sense to have a gluttony monster look hungry, like no matter how much it's eaten it's nowhere near enough.

The gray-ish skin with darker gray hands was just because I thought it would look spooky, and redoing the hands once they were done felt like it would be a lot of work. Hands are hard. Especially with foreshortening.

#Hungry Monster Tim AU #DC #Batman #batfamily #batfam

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thedemonofcat · 3 months

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Modern Au:

One evening, Geralt Rivia receives a distressing call urging him to rush to the hospital where his former friend, Jaskier, is admitted. Despite their past differences, Geralt remains Jaskier's emergency contact. Triss, a doctor friend, hints at the possibility of domestic abuse.

Reluctant at first, Jaskier eventually agrees to leave with Geralt. However, Geralt notices a stark change in Jaskier – quieter, almost fearful. Despite once finding Jaskier loud and annoying, Geralt misses that lively version.

With support from his daughter Ciri, friend Yennefer, and his brothers, Geralt devises a plan to help Jaskier regain his confidence. During the process, unresolved issues resurface, and both Geralt and Jaskier confront their past fallout and the evolving emotions between them.

Just as progress is made, Jaskier's abusive boyfriend makes an unexpected appearance, threatening to unravel their efforts and forcing them to confront a new set of challenges.

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boundinparchment · 5 months

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Dream a Little Dream of Me - LIII

Celestia had a cruel sense of humor. He knew this, even before his days as a student. But to be given a soulmate? Now, when he openly blasphemed against the cursed island in the sky? He would outlive you and the dreadful fated bond that haunted your shared dreams. There was little point in this. He could at least put a Vision to good use. People were nothing but disappointments. He had no use for you. Until you pulled the bow across your instrument and awoke a part of him long buried by self-hatred and arrogance. Soulmate AU; Il Dottore/Female reader w/ established personality and backstory. Slow burn. Lore and world speculation and interpretation within; follows canon story where possible. Fic is rated explicit; MDNI. Mind the tags. Chapter on AO3 here.

With your first draft finished in its entirety, you delved into edits and adjustments as rehearsals picked up. At times, you wished you had the talent for brass instruments and percussion if only to spare the sections from the agony of enduring minute changes that stemmed from a small voice of uncertainty. It was not the way it should have been done (especially with such a tight schedule) but there was little choice.

The Tsaritsa offered up a challenge and you could not back out now.

Doubly so when, one day, a box arrived with your name on it with fabric samples and an appointment card with the Archon’s own seamstress.

Thankfully, the fitting and sketching was already behind you and you only needed to manage a final session. You couldn’t afford the distractions.

Even if it was shaping up to be a perfect dress.

The offer for assistance from the Tsaritsa went well beyond your outfit. You returned to your rooms before dinner one day to find a handmaiden and a private guard being interrogated by Zandik; behind them, several open velvet boxes with jewels and precious metals spilling out across your coffee table. Said boxes were packed up before you could even put your things down.

Zandik knew your question, in the way one knew how their lover took their tea. There laid the fulcrum that balanced you ever since you awoke: you were synced, whether you were cognizant of it or not.

“Her generosity is kind but it is not her place to decide what jewels you wear. I will not have you weighed down by additional…expectations,” he said when you settled in.

You nodded, appreciative of his lack of further explanation; you would have done the same, been protective of his time and energy.

It was one thing for the Tsaritsa to help with your dress when you had never been to an event of this scale before (and certainly never in such a capacity, attending alongside a high-ranking official and composing the opening music). While accessories might fall under the purview of your evening attire, they came at a cost that only raised the stakes. And you already had enough to lose.

“What, would she ask for our first-born child if I accepted that collar of aquamarines, Zandik?” you teased as you leafed through recent correspondence.

When you glanced at him out of the corner of your eye, mask absent, you couldn’t help but smile at the pink that tinted his ears. He had been in the middle of removing his own mask and his crimson eyes lingered on your form, brow twitching.

Between your own career and Zandik’s position, both as a diplomat and the one responsible for finding a means to unite the Descender remains to confront Celestia, it was difficult to ascertain anything past the notion of surviving whatever fallout would occur.

And while one could account for possibilities, Zandik often said, one must be prepared for the most logical ones.

“She might. Or she might ask for you if she were dissatisfied in the progress with Celestia.”

His eyes locked on yours and the pink only grew worse. It reached his cheeks before he grimaced slightly, tugging at his cravat as he walked away towards the bedroom. He paused as if contemplating, and then looked over his shoulder, expression softer.

“Either one I would prefer to never experience. Best to return all unexpected packages until further notice.”

The future wasn’t something you often joked about, really discussed outside of immediate goals. Some days it never felt quite within reach, amorphous and haunting, trailing behind you like a shadow at sunset. Other moments, like now, it was tangible, found in carefully written notes and shared glances and laughs.

Accessible only in this room, this little bubble of your own making.

If there was a sole benefit to visiting Northland Bank to meet with Lord Pantalone, rather than at the Palace, it was that the building was on the way to rehearsals.

You waited in the private guest area, tea untouched and cloak falling around you like a protective shroud. Despite your guard, you had little reason to trust anything served to you in the Regrator’s domain ever since your last encounter. Not to mention, you weren’t thirsty and would find better tea waiting for you at the performance hall, brewed under supervision.

The pair of double doors opened, a black hand hovering on the knob as its owner turned back to speak. All you caught was mention of someone being unable to join for the foreseeable future, the voice distinctly feminine and with a familiar Fontainian lilt.

You angled your head slightly to get a better glimpse. Black and white hair, arranged over her face like the wings of a bird, white tailcoat with a shining red brooch. Eyes that, instead of pupils, were marked by red eyes met yours.

The one who came and pulled Columbina away, so long ago. Your stomach sank. The last thing she ever said to you rang in your ears as you bowed and received the gesture in return.

Something you were still getting used to and you doubt you ever would entirely.

“How good to see you again, maestra. I often hear you but never see you. Surely our Doctor is not attempting to keep you from the world?”

“No, my lord; if anything, he ensures I see more of it,” you extended a hand out of the confines of your cloak, palm up, as you gestured to her presence as a case-in-point. “Congratulations on your success.”

“It doesn’t come close to that of your companion’s but at least I didn’t need two of me to accomplish it.”

The words felt like fine sandpaper across your skin; only abrasive in their smaller details. Such sentiments were not unfamiliar, both in your new home and from your previous experiences.

“There were two Gnoses. His approach simply allowed him to go after both.”

“And yet an argument has been made from several parties that your presence is the true success. It isn’t every day the Doctor leaves and returns with company that is essentially equal to him, shares his quarters, has audiences with Her Majesty.”

You trained your eyes on the Knave. She knew, all those months ago, that you were far more skilled with another instrument. It did not take a carefully discerning ear to notice it, granted, but the thought teased your brain more often than you wished it did.

Soon enough, the truth would spill out anyway just by sheer proximity and educated guesses.

“And what side do you usually take, my lord?” you replied, tilting your head with a small smile.

“That it’s about time the deranged scientist pulled himself out of his lab every once in a while,” Arlecchino replied, lips quirked as she pressed a sharp nail to her lips.

The door behind her opened and before the topic could continue, the Knave crossed her arms, hands cradling her elbows. Pantalone loomed behind her, golden eyes narrowed behind his glasses.

“I would be honored if you would join me for tea next week, if you’re available, maestra,” Arlecchino said. “While many parts of Snezhnayan culture and social structure are similar enough, I’m sure you feel the sense of…isolation that comes with the adjustment. One fellow Fontainian to another. And I would be remiss if you were not filled in on other details regarding the events that transpired during my visit.”

She turned her head over her shoulder and regarded the other Harbinger. “Regrator.”

“The steps outside are slippery. Do be careful, Arlecchino.”

The honeyed tone did nothing to diffuse the moment and you kept your expression neutral. From what you recalled, Arlecchino was the one of higher rank and therefore held the most authority. But by attempting to extend an olive branch, or the appearance of one, to get the final word, Pantalone attempted to usurp even the subtle social differences.

Pantalone’s eyes closed when he turned his head back to you and received that sickeningly sweet smile. All you were here for was to provide an update on your progress. Not everything could be summarized easily within a written report and Pantalone did prefer a hands-on approach to his event planning.

“Do come in, maestra. I doubt this will take long.”

Over the next couple of weeks, you continued to refine each section’s part during lessons, smoothing out player mistakes with the finished composition. You were learning how it sounded piece by piece, understanding how each fit within the whole during a weekly group practice.

Some days, you preferred to think your perspective and experience being in the chairs helped, that it lent itself to an understanding between all of you. It got you through the moments of frustration, of nerves snapping, of personal sentiments laid bare. An inevitability. Working so closely with this many people, no one was alike.

A rare few were more than happy to tell you off and walk away. You let them. They always came back and occasionally were willing to talk afterwards. You heard of stories of the House of the Hearth, parents with sharp tongues and deep pockets, twisted versions of the Heavenly Principle that made your blood curdle. Fontaine had been terrible but there was a purposeful cruelty to what they recounted.

Passion and skill made for good performances but did not mean a willing presence.

More than once, you caught spines straightening at Pantalone’s unexpected presence every so often. For a Harbinger of the lowest rank you ever interacted with, he seemed to carry fear itself in his walking stick.

It was a balance, one you weren’t sure if you liked, but one you knew how to navigate.

Columbina was the only other Harbinger to occasionally come by or accompany you in a capacity that was not meant to terrify (or so she claimed). She would dance in the center aisle by herself while you conducted, her hair trailing behind her and her limbs moving in ways that made you recall the most avant garde dance instructors in Fontaine. You didn’t see it as a distraction; in fact, it made for good practice for those who were strictly used to stage performance, where they did not have a moving environment.

Today was one of those frustrating days. You could see it on everyone’s faces, in the way some stretched their fingers and rolled their necks.

The Third was, instead of in the aisle, hovering near you towards the front of the stage. You were briefly aware of her shuffling papers around at the table you used for your things. She was generally unable to sit still, like a bird next to an open window, or a loose piece of paper waiting to be caught by the wind. As you started the movement and gestured for the first note and then the second, the movements for the time signature so ingrained in you that you no doubt did them in your sleep, you listened for the progression of instruments, the depth and fullness growing with every bar.

The brass kept the rhythm more than the percussion, the woodwinds were light and lilting. You swore you were hearing an echo of a harmony, timed perfectly. But you hadn’t written one, not there.

Where was that strange sound coming from? It sounded like it was coming from your left…

Thankful for the wide peripheral vision, you glanced at Columbina to find her mouth open, chest rising sharply as she inhaled. She was perfectly on key, weaving her notes in-between the bouncing one-two-three as if she herself was dancing. You continued conducting, listening for any inconsistencies, only to find everyone remained on beat and on key, undeterred by the addition. A rich melancholy filled the air and when you finally closed out the last bar, the silence hung, a welcome companion.

There had been something missing, hadn’t there? You’d written most of the waltz in a minor key, befitting of a land that always seemed to feel a little off in its love or lackthereof. But parts of it felt hollow, incomplete.

You hadn’t noticed until Columbina joined in and you were thankful for her presence. It only made sense to have a few vocals. A unique, unsettling sound, reflective of the Tsaritsa’s Will…

A smile crept over your lips as you rolled the conducting baton between your fingers.

“Could you do that again, Damselette? Center stage and a little more vibrato this time?”

She didn’t move immediately, throwing you an enigmatic twitch of the mouth.

“With pleasure.”

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ladamedusoif · 8 months

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Hi there! I’m Rose (she/her/they), I’m 40 and I write fics - described with complete accuracy as “ethical porn for nerdy types” - for Pedro Pascal characters.

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Visiting (Professor!Ben College AU - in progress)

Pairing: Professor!Ben x OFC Lydia (reader POV/2nd POV)

Summary: Seeking a change of scenery after her life falls apart, European art historian Lydia crosses the Atlantic and arrives in the small New England college town of Barrow. She’s planning to spend a year there on leave of absence from her permanent job at home, expanding her intellectual horizons as a visiting professor at Barrow College, a small liberal arts institution. Her growing friendship with Ben Morales, professor of Hispanic Literature, forces Lydia to confront the fallout from her past - and raises unexpected questions about the future.

Rating: Explicit (18+)

See the main Series Masterlist for specific warnings and content notes.

Tempered in the Fire (Blacksmith!Din Djarin AU short series - in progress)

Pairing: Blacksmith!Din Djarin x F!Reader

Summary: Ireland, almost a decade after the rebellion of 1798. You are an unusual woman: married, but alone; a widow, with no certainty her husband is dead. When your local blacksmith is badly injured in an accident and unable to work, you have no choice but to travel to the next forge, run by a man of few words whose uncertain origins and dark complexion make him stand out among the locals. You are immediately intrigued by this mysterious, taciturn figure - and the striking little boy he’s taken as his apprentice.

Rating: Mature (series); Explicit (18+, later chapters)

See the Series Masterlist for specific warnings and content notes.

Gentleman Thief - The Heritage Crimes Universe (The Thief (Casillero del Diablo) - in progress)

Pairing: The Thief (Casillero del Diablo) x F!Museum Professional Reader

Summary: He stole a priceless ruby after your first date. You reunited after the museum's winter ball. And now? Something keeps pulling you into the orbit of the world's greatest (ethical) gentleman thief.

Rating: Explicit (18+)

See the Series Masterlist for specific warnings and notes.

A Merry Fic-Mas - a Pedro Boys Holiday Fic Calendar

31 days. 31 stories (hopefully). 12 Pedro characters.

Inspired by this set of December/holiday themed prompts.

Rating: Teen/Mature/Explicit (see individual chapters for warnings and content notes).

20/20 - no outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader

Pairing: No Outbreak!Joel Miller x Optometrist F!Reader

Summary: After months of pestering from Sarah, Joel finally concedes that he might to get his eyesight checked and makes an appointment at your optometrist practice. He really doesn’t want glasses, though.

Rating: 18+; not explicit as such but implied; see the warnings on the original story

Café Crème - Javier Peña x f!reader

Pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader

Summary: Your boyfriend Javier likes mornings at your place for more than just coffee.

Rating: Explicit (18+, MDNI; see more notes on the original post)

A Cup of Kindness, Yet - Javier Peña x f!Reader

Part of the brilliant @pickled-pena writing challenge - check out the blog for the whole masterlist.

Pairing: Javier Peña x F!Reader

Summary: Another Auld Lang Syne in Laredo, twenty years after your first with Javi.

Rating: Teen (see notes and warnings on the original)

My Kiss, Only For You - The Thief x Museum Guide f!reader

Pairing: The Thief (Casillero del Diablo) x Museum Guide F!Reader

Summary: You’ve noticed a regular attendee on the guided tours you offer as part of your job at the museum - and one day, he decides to ask you for more information on his favourite exhibit.

Rating: Explicit (18+, MDNI; see more notes on the original)

For the Night - Special Agent Ortega x F!Sex Worker Reader

Pairing: Agent Ortega (The Sixth Gun) x F!Sex Worker Reader

Summary: You might not be one of the “sweet young things” in the whorehouse any more, but a seemingly reluctant special agent helps remind you of your worth.

Rating: Explicit, 18+ (see specific warnings on the post).

Silvered - Detective Tim Rockford x F!Reader

Pairing: Tim Rockford x f!reader

Word count: ~ 800 words

Rating: Explicit (18+; MDNI; see specific warnings on the story)

Summary: Tim Rockford’s talented silver tongue has a reputation, in more ways than one.

Gentleman Cowboy - Jack “Whiskey” Daniels x F!Reader

Pairing: Jack “Whiskey” Daniels/Agent Whiskey x F!Reader

Word count: 3500 words

Rating: Explicit, 18+ MDNI; see specific warnings on the story

Summary: A solo getaway, a whiskey for one, and a very charming cowboy in the big city.

Able - Joel Miller x Disabled F!Reader

Pairing: Joel Miller x Disabled F!Reader

Summary: "I just don't think she'll be able for patrol". But then it's just you, Joel, and your trusty walking stick in the middle of nowhere...

Rating: Mature; 18+ MDNI; reader is disabled; see more specific warnings on the story.

Word Count: ~3.7k

Room Service - Dave York x F! Reader

Pairing: Dave York x F!Reader

Summary: You’re at one of those generic conference hotels to meet a man you know only as Dave.

Rating: Explicit 18+ MDNI; more specific warnings on the story

Word Count: ~2.3k

Coup de Foudre - Lucien Flores x F!Reader

Pairing: Lucien Flores x F!Reader

Summary: Caught in a sudden storm on a break in Paris, you and Lucien race back to the hotel room.

Rating: Explicit 18+ MDNI; specific warnings on the story

Word Count: ~1.1k

Part of the April Showers Challenge organised by @undercoverpena

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eoieopda · 1 year

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hello, jade! 👋 congratulations on 2k followers 👏 👏 you deserve it sm!!! I'm so proud of you! 🫶 if it's okay, I would like to request something for your 2k drabblepalooza event, please. it would be a JungKook x reader e2l drabble with the trope "cuddling for warmth", please. :) (it's been hard for me to find some great fluffy fics with jk and I love everything you write, so I know it'll be good if you decide to write it ♡) thank you in advance, take care! 💕

tysm, sweet bean! as i am wont to do, i went a bit left field. hope that’s okay 😵‍💫 tbh, this one was actually really difficult for me to attempt in drabble format because those things feel so opposite to me and would normally justify a lot more backstory, i think?? but i loved the challenge!! i went more with a “life decided we are enemies” kind of thing.

pairing: jeon jungkook x gn!reader type: drabble | wc: 811 | 18+ genre: hurt/comfort, angst au: enemies to lovers(ish), organized crime summary: you didn’t plan this far ahead. you should have. cw: implied gunshot wound & blood (after the fact, not described in detail) / implied criminal enterprise / reference to threats (a hit) / a plot twist? in this economy? / ambiguous ending

Jungkook hisses as he tightens the belt around his bicep. Not far below it, invisible with the deep black of his jacket, is proof that he isn’t invincible after all. In fact, he bleeds much more freely than anyone else you’d ever met — or, more specifically, anyone else you’d ever shot.

Clipped, rather. The bullet barely grazed him.

He sits two meters away, half-slumped and wholly displeased. Between you, there’s a spent shell casing — your last — that had previously been sitting pretty in a magazine, itself nestled in a pistol once strapped snugly against your right thigh. The gun was confiscated and that thigh strap is useless now, just like the black denim underneath it; the turtleneck sweater above it; and the radiator behind you that likely hasn’t worked at any point in your lifetime.

Cold concrete nips at your ass despite your jeans and you shiver. As it saps what’s left of your body heat, makes the back of your thighs tingle until they’re numb, you do your best to squeeze yourself tighter. You can’t reduce your surface area to zero, but if you shrink as much as is physically possible, you can try your best to keep warm.

For the same reason, you can’t lean your exhausted body against the stone wall behind you, but you can crumple forward and rest against the bent knees you clutch to your chest. You can’t stop glancing at him out of the corner of your eye, either, but you can use the fallout from your ponytail as cover and pretend that you aren’t.

Suffice to say, this was not how your night was supposed to go.

“Worst fucking shot I’ve ever seen in my life,” Jungkook mutters through gritted teeth for what you imagine to be the hundredth time. His scoff is visible when it hits the air; his rage doesn’t dissipate the way his breath does. “Kim was right there and you hit me instead? Unbelievable.”

You don’t respond.

If you unclench your jaw to do so, the chattering of your teeth might reduce them to dust in your mouth.

Without your cell phone, you can’t tell how much time passes while you sit in silence. You can’t confirm your suspicion that the temperature outside has, in fact, dipped far below zero. Similarly, you can’t tell if anyone stuck around after locking you in this basement to see how long it would take for the cold to take you out — or to finish the job themselves if you beat the odds.

Jungkook huffs as he shifts in place. Now, with his back resting uncomfortably against the wall, he glares headlong at you. Unfortunately for him, looks can’t kill.

If they could, you wouldn’t be in this mess.

Against your better judgment — again — you give in to the primal part of your brain that begs for self-preservation. Your muscles are stiff after so much time spent in knots, and they ache as you push yourself off the ground. Your joints protest too, clicking uncomfortably as they resettle. Wordlessly, you ignore the confusion knitting Jungkook’s brows together and cross over to him.

When you reach him, you drop into the space at his side — his good side — and lean against the arm that isn’t trying hard to clot. He doesn’t flinch or attempt to move away, either because he doesn’t have the energy or because he wants to live, too. So, you rest your head against his shoulder and your eyes drift shut as your combined warmth starts to soothe. Eventually, his cheek claims the top of your head. You have to glance up at him to confirm that this is a choice and not a sign.

Still breathing.

For now.

“Boss know how bad your aim is?”

He doesn’t because it isn’t.

You’re an expert marksman — the best of the best — and you don’t miss. Because he knows that, he now knows that your failure to take down the target wasn’t an accident; it was an illusion. Worse, it was a blatant refusal to carry out a direct order. One he gave to you because he’d wholeheartedly believed that you, more than anyone else, could be trusted.

Not like Jungkook, who isn’t the surreptitious infiltrator he thinks he is; and who still doesn’t grasp the rules or the stakes of the game he’s playing.

Who doesn’t know that the purpose of this errand wasn’t to kill a member of the Kim family; or that he was never meant to leave this warehouse with you.

Who will likely die regardless of your subtle attempt to dodge that outcome; and who — like you — didn’t plan more than two steps ahead.

Whose hatred for you and all you stood for was predetermined by circumstance; and who doesn’t know that you know.

It’s not a question when you reply.

“Boss knows you’re a badge, agent.”

#jade’s requests #jade’s drabbles #2k drabblepalooza #jjk #jeong jungkook #jungkook #jungkook x reader #jungkook x you #jungkook drabble #jungkook imagine #jungkook scenarios #bts #bts drabble #bts imagine #bts scenarios #btshoneyhive #micdropnet #btsafterdarknet #re: the one with jungkook and the sharpshooter

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punkitt-is-here · 1 year

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ooough its punkitt thoughts on mlp season 5 wow!!

finished season 5 last night! putting Twlight in a position where she couldn't just DBZ laser beam her way out of the villain this time made for a much more thematically resonant resolution with the main baddy. Tirek was completely forgettable because the challenge was mostly just beating the shit out of him; cool animation for sure, but for a show based on its character interactions I think there could have been something a lil deeper. Putting Twilight in a spot where she straight-up cannot brute-force her way through the solution unless she and the villain come to an understanding was a smart choice on the writer's part to avoid that happening this time around.

seeing all those AUs with the apocalypses was kind of crazy and super fan-indulgent but I think after five seasons of normal horse stuff I think you deserve to get kind of wacky and fan-indulgent in some ways? like, yeah, even if it MAY have jumped the shark a lil in this season, there's still a solid 3 seasons of Lauren Faust-type beat stuff and Season 4 and 5 have some of my favorite episodes of the series so far. I get why people hopped ship around this point but as An Adult In My 20s Who Enjoys An Optimistic and Well-Written Cartoon (not the initial target audience) 4 and 5 are more up my alley in terms of situations to slap those equines in. Someone on the staff was DEFINITELY aware of the popularity of fan stories like Fallout Equestria and stuff and you could tell a lot of alternate timelines were mostly made with a "wouldn't that be a cool thing for fans to expand on?" mindset which might be offputting for some but honestly I'm a fan of Kingdom Hearts and One Piece and shit so doing things that are Cool For The Sake Of Cool is far from something i dislike on principle.

I also think that it's silly that folks felt like Starlight shouldn't have been redeemed and instead punished or something! She clearly didn't know what she was doing and, stepping outside the in-universe lore for a moment, this is once again still a show about rainbow horses aimed at kids called Friendship Is Magic. Having someone who caused an entire apocalypse because she had a friendship problem is like, ripe for the picking for Redeeming Their Ass. I felt like that montage of Starlight hanging out did leagues more for me in terms of redeeming a villain than all of Discord's post-redemption episodes combined because it actually showed The Mane 6 being charitable and kind and having fun with Starlight rather than us just being told. That's the power of a montage baby!

Honestly it felt like a series finale, in a sense, even tho I know we're far from that. I love a good wrapping bow on a good season, though, so even if it felt very ending-ish I still think it went out with a bang. good season and im very excited to see where we go next with starlight she's neat :]]]

#my posts #mlp

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Got any headcanon about how Oropher gave Thranduil his blessing to marry the future queen of Mirkwood?

Hi Nessa!

In my SotWK AU, Oropher and Thranduil had a somewhat challenging relationship. Oropher was a good father and Thranduil was a dutiful son (for the most part), but they had opposing personalities, and as a result, they clashed often. And I love Thranduil, but I would have to say he was a *bit* too much of a rebel in his Elven youth, and his dad was just trying his best at single parenting while setting up and running a fledging kingdom.

SotWK AU Headcanon: About Oropher and Thranduil

While the father and son disagreed over many things, the only thing that actually caused a temporary yet lengthy estrangement between them was Thranduil's choice of wife. This happens in the SotWK AU because that choice of wife happened to be a Noldor of Fëanorian descent: Lady Maereth, the granddaughter of Maglor.

Oropher dislikes, perhaps even hates, the Noldor, and definitely with good reason. His wife was killed in the (Second) Sacking of Doriath, so when Oropher screamed, "have you lost your *bleeping* mind??" when Thranduil said he wished to propose marriage to Maereth, he was well within his rights. Okay, Oropher might not have said it in those exact words, but it was quite a dramatic scene.

And it's true--it's an insane thought! The Sons of Fëanor caused Lady Meluiel's (oc, Thranduil's mother) death and Thranduil wants to marry the granddaughter of one of them?!

So. Blessing to marry the Elvenqueen? Did not come for a very, very long time. Like, about 1,400 years from first time Thranduil asked for the blessing, to the time Oropher finally gave it. (And their estrangement lasted that long.)

What finally changed Oropher's mind? The same thing that allowed Thranduil to fall in love with someone whose parentage should have prevented him from doing so: he gave her a chance. After spending enough time with her, Oropher got to know Maereth for her own self, not for who her grandfather was. (Meanwhile, her parents were actually really good people.) And what Maereth was, was a wise, kind-hearted, gentle lady whose love inspired Thranduil to be a better prince and future king.

Finally, when it became clear that Thranduil was not going to change his mind about pursuing Maereth, Oropher decided to support his son's controversial choice instead of fighting him over it. But there remained the bigger obstacle of getting the King's Council, the other powerful nobles of the realm, to accept a Noldor as future Queen.

Oropher had a keen political mind, and he knew that if Thranduil were to inherit the throne one day, he needed as much support and goodwill from the other lords (many of them Sindar who came from Doriath) of the realm as possible. Prince Thranduil of the Second Age was brash and hasty and not as politically savvy as his father, and so Oropher needed to guide him at this stage to prevent the fallout from taking Maereth as the Crown Princess.

Before Oropher finally gave Thranduil his blessing to marry Maereth (fun fact, Thranduil had already asked Maereth twice without waiting to be blessed--but she turned him down, and Oropher's opposition was a big reason why), he persuaded his son to accept certain terms negotiated by the King's Council. These terms (mentioned in my fic, "The Crown") set explicit limits on the powers that Maereth might have as the future Queen of the realm. Thranduil was certainly not pleased by this, but Oropher managed to convince him to make the compromise, advising him that Maereth could later win the people to her side and force a change to those terms.

Ultimately, Oropher would be proven right. Upon his father's death, Thranduil grieves that he may not have appreciated him more. It becomes clear that the stern and stoic Oropher always looked out for and protected his son in less obvious ways, and did everything out of a desire to see Thranduil safe and happy.

SotWK Fancast: Jason Isaacs as Oropher

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