#Stars are shining and the world is ending yay

[tatteredcloth]

Has the Good Omens fandom found "Call The Nightingale" by Vian Izak yet?

#Good Omens #Aziraphale #Crowley #listen to it it's simple and nice #Stars are shining and the world is ending yay

[royal-ruin]

f1 fanfic recs (part 1) sebastian/lewis

other f1 fic rec lists here f1 fic rec masterlist here personal favorites are starred, by the way. everything is complete unless stated otherwise.

yay, i decided to start off with some sewis to spice up your day!

The Kingdom Lights Shine by ingoodcompany (~2k)

They have a loose sort of plan. For some nebulous future time.

And then Lewis wins his eighth World Championship.

Love Wins by 12romy (~3k)

Lewis and Seb have a plan, and nothing will stop them from carrying it out.

swoon over you by penelopes (~3k)

[The three dots appear. Disappear. Appear again. Then Seb’s message pops up. Do you want me to pretend to have an emergency and call you?

Oh, thank God. Would you??? Lewis quickly types out. He’s not bailing on the date if he has an emergency, right? No one would have to know.]

Or, Lewis is on an awful date and Seb comes to the rescue.

you don't know what you want (just tell me what i want) by blafard (~4k)

["You're not listening," Lewis says, but it's not mean. He's simply stating a fact, like that the sky is blue and that Lewis Hamilton is a winner and will collect his eighth championship before the year is over.

(Even though he likes to pretend that this year he's not so sure, and that this year has been different to all the others. Seb's retirement echoes in the space left between him voicing his insecurities.)

"I'm not," Seb agrees, unable to stop a small smile to slip over his lips.

Lewis hums. "You don't sound very sorry."

"I'm not," he agrees once again and then they're both laughing.]

or Seb retires and relearns to fall in love with racing and Lewis.

rumour has it by ambiguouspace (~4k)

It's 2021 and Sebastian Vettel isn’t driving in Formula 1. No one can figure out why he’s still hanging around the paddock every race, though.

aka Seb takes a year off to be an F1 wag.

this love is a strange love by bones_2_be (~4k)

Lewis has a bad crash, and the resulting concussion leaves him in rough shape. 

In which Sebastian does what he can for Lewis in the immediate aftermath of a serious concussion.

stars by the pocketful by ohmygasly (singsweetmelodies) (~4k)

[Lewis holds out his hand, and Sebastian looks at him, clasps it, but then leans in to hug him without letting go of his hand (and Lewis can't help but pause on the fact that out of the whole grid, Sebastian only hugged him. Only him.) 

Lewis closes his eyes, and leans into the touch just a little too much, cameras be damned. This is goodbye, this is the end of an era, and for all that he has always kept a brutal hold on his emotions - he thinks he can afford to let go, just a little, for this. For Sebastian. 

Then, inevitably, Sebastian's hand slips out of his, and Lewis thinks, is this the last time? ]

Seb and Lewis: a first, a last, and then a first again.

he‘s been gone. now he‘s back. by grussell63 (~5k)

The internet goes from not seeing Sebastian Vettel and Lewis Hamilton for weeks to getting a bunch of content within a week.

or: Lewis appears at the Race of Champions in 2022 without even competing.

*slow show by ambiguouspace (~6k)

[Lewis is ten kilometres into his ride before his phone buzzes again.

It’s a bad idea to sleep with another driver, right? George’s message says, and Lewis almost falls off his stationary bike.]

Lewis hands out relationship advice. Eventually, Sebastian does too.

ugh one of the first fics that got me into this fandom and it makes me laugh every time.

with the certainty of tides by ambiguouspace (~6k)

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3 hours ago] Lewis Hamilton comes out. The internet has some thoughts on the matter.

ugh i adore these unconventional format fics.

like today wants tomorrow by distressedgremlin (~8k)

One year after they have both retired, Sebastian and Lewis try Le Mans.

one of the tags is "what's more domestic than driving a 24-hour race with a third wheel" and i think it is an incredibly accurate description of this fic.

*come home to me by misonikomi (~18k)

Seb left a 40 million dollar contract to be at Mercedes, and has so clearly been delegated to the number two driver. He must have known how the team was going to treat him, as the new driver and as someone who hasn’t won the WDC in a few years. He had known, and had signed the contract anyways.

Lewis thinks about whether he trusts Seb, and what trust even means, for people like them.

just reread it cuz i completely forgot it, and oh my god, it has so much to do with lewis healing from the trauma that nico left behind in his wake.

Let's try something else by 12romy (~20k)

Seb is tired of the homophobia in F1. Thankfully, Lewis has a plan.

as always i am a sucker for fake/pretend relationship fics.

*The Numbering at Bethlehem by Kaytheologie (~26k)

Yale AU: in which Lewis is a Shakespeare professor, Sebastian is a math professor, and a fuckbuddies arrangement turns into more than either of them could have imagined.

it was truly a vibe to read it on a long train ride.

**the heartbeat is a hunger by withfeathers (~40k)

2019 FORMULA ONE SPORTING REGULATIONS

[Art. 34: BONDING Teams are required to register all bonds between drivers with the FIA at the beginning of each season. New bonds must be formally recognized through a bonding ceremony under supervision of at least one FIA representative [...].

Art. 34.1 [added on 1.01.1993] Bonds between drivers competing for different teams are prohibited.

I'm so unused to being - well, understood perhaps. - Vladimir Nabokov's first letter to his future wife, Véra]

when i say this fic fundamentally changed my brain chemistry i genuinely mean it. it is a must-read.

*Hard Year / Good Time / Socks Up / Foot Down by bestliars (~50k)

Sebastian is thirty-four years old. He went into the barriers on lap twenty-eight of the Azerbaijan Grand Prix. He doesn’t remember the crash. He remembers being twenty-five, getting ever closer to both the consecutive race win record and a fourth championship. Apparently there’s a lot he needs to catch up on. One pressing question: why is Lewis Hamilton asleep in the chair beside his hospital bed?

oh my god, one of my favorite fics of all time! i've read it twice even though it's pretty long by my standards.

unfortunately, i haven't currently read too many seblewis fics, feel free to recommend me any of your faves. i hope you find something to enjoy here!

btw, if the links to the other f1 fics don't work yet, it's cuz i haven't sorted it out yet haha, it'll prob take me a day to fully organize it.

#f1 fic rec #f1 fanfiction #f1 #sebastian vettel #lewis hamilton #fic rec list #seblewis #445 #544 #5/44 #44/5 #lh44 #sv5 #sewis #sewis fic #formula 1 #formula one #formula one fanfiction

[triviareads]

i love your bridgerton takes and i’m curious - if you had a chance to rewrite s2 of bridgerton, what changes would you make?

ah thanks! you know, it's been two years and at this point I've kinda resigned myself to Shondaland's priorities (unnecessary drama, lady whistledown) and what they're disregarding (people of color, queer rep, the actual historical romance-ness of it all), but here's how I would rewrite Bridgerton season two:

Without explaining exactly what India's role in this post-but-not-really-post-racial world is, I'm uncomfortable with the colonial implications there as well as the fact that that they made the Sharmas from India, as opposed to the casting the exact same actors— Simone Ashley, Charithra Chandran, Shelley Conn— and having them be from Somerset. Hell, they could have kept some of the same customs like the Haldi and oiling hair, but made the Sharmas like allllll the other POCs in the ton; no one knows how they got there, but they're equal now so.... yay.

I also dislike how culturally confused the Sharmas were; they were using words from multiple Indian languages because the writers thought they'd do this weird pan-Indian culture for them. Pick a language, pick a region for them to be from, and stick to it

"Kathani" as a name should never have existed: here's all my research on why it's a name that means nothing, which is the antithesis of Indian culture, where name meanings matter. it's also insulting that her "actual" name was only used once; clearly the writers thought it was too ethnic to be used when she was introduced to us and other characters, but they wanted to pander to desi people so they included ONE Kathani in the end.

I want the Sharmas as a group to have WAY more screen time. I also think the family dynamic was royally mischaracterized. The writers were lazy and decided to make Kate's role in the family echo Anthony's which resulted in her basically.... taking over? And the results were disastrous even though she obviously meant well. A more feminist take, to me, would be this idea of all 3 Sharma ladies doing their part and pulling through together (well Mary and Kate a little more than Edwina) because there is no patriarch to provide for them, and that's something they could really have honed in on. So Kate and Mary would be making a lot of tough choices together, while Edwina is painfully cognizant that she's gonna be the one to marry up and provide for her family.

Because the Sharmas would be from Somerset, I think their backstory would be very similar to the book; dad is dead, they've scraped and saved up for one season, Kate is going to make a *sensible* match in the country (as opposed to having no marriage aspirations at all, which I found so weird considering she was 18ish when her dad died and COULD have married to save her family, regardless of her dowry or lackthereof she's a beautiful woman whose father clearly had some status as a royal secretary so that entire line of reasoning that she HELD OFF on marriage and decided to train Edwina to be the Ideal Debutante is bullshit on the writer's part to me) but Edwina is gonna be the shining star diamond who marries a rich enough dude to save all of them from destitution

Newton makes Anthony fall into the lake while he's still courting Edwina (similar to the scene's placement in the book)

And similar to the book I'd much rather Anthony take his courtship of Edwina only so far, like, honestly I'd be chill if he compromised Kate while still courting Edwina. I think it's unrealistic for Edwina to be entirely fine with this turn of events like she was in the books but the blowout would never have been necessary, and quite frankly, I think Edwina shrieked at Kate about the wrong things in the show. I'd personally be horrified my sister is conducting an affair with my suitor/fiancé and more importantly for Edwina, I think I'd want to know why, if my sister liked this guy, does she not think she's good enough for him and why does she keep throwing Edwina at him?

I'd do an extended study scene where not only do they talk about Edmund, but they also talk about Kate's dad who, when he died, left an even bigger gap in their family because like I said earlier, he was the male figure and it was SO Hard without a male in the family back then; The Bridgertons were actually lucky because Anthony was of age and was able to take over where it mattered most, with Violet's guidance. So that's what I'd want them to talk about and bond over.

I'd LOVE the book compromise moment; I think it's the most hysterical part of TVWLM and I'd want Portia Featherington to utter the immortal lines "Lud, girl, he had his mouth on your bubbies, and we all saw it." But then I think Kate should have refused to marry him because she she can't reconcile her dislike of him with her attraction buuuuuuuut then they have a blowout argument in the gazebo and then he eats her out and dickmatizes her into agreeing to marry him. They should have fucked a lot sooner than episode 7 because the chemistry was THERE and a compromise-turn-marriage plot like the book would allow for it. So less face-breathing, more fucking.

And that would lead to the wedding we all wanted to see except it's fraught with drama because a) the scandal and b) Kate still thinks she's Anthony's second choice

I'd loooooove a wedding night seduction scene

And then the issue becomes similar to the book's conflict at this point— Anthony still fears for his mortality, while Kate is falling for him but feels trapped in this marriage because she can't.... express those feelings because Anthony doesn't want love in their marriage

And then, fine, Kate has that riding accident except this time after she confesses her love and he freaks out and the accident is the nudge they need to make up and finally confess their love for each other

No Cousin Jack— that was such a bullshit plot because a) if he wasn't dicking down Portia while being engaged to her daughter what even was the point and b) he left in such a definitive way at the end of S2 so again, what was the point

We didn't need an episode devoted to the inner machinations of how Lady Whistledown works, nor did we need Marina implicitly endorsing polin which is so fucking disgusting considering Penelope literally shamed her into a botched abortion. I'd also like for Penelope to not microaggress Kate (calling a brown woman a "beast")

I think the Sheffield plot could have been reworked in some way; sure maybe Mary ran from her aristocratic family to marry a poor gentleman and they disowned her and now they're dangling an inheritance over their heads. I think it could have been more neatly done.

Colin's ponzi scheme crusher arc was unnecessary and dull

I liked where they took Benedict's arc actually; you really got the sense he wanted love but doesn't quite know what it is yet (his poem he gives to Anthony feels like he's worshipping a muse, not loving them for who they are), and he's in a shitty place by the end and doubting his abilities as an artist...... which would be a GREAT time for a love interest for him to come in

Eloise slumming it for a hot minute could have been done wayyyyy better starting with a hotter man, more chemistry, and more exploration

#bridgerton #ask

[dreadsuitsamus]

If possible, can I ask for prompt 52 with Broly? SFW preferably, please.

#52- "Don't be afraid, it's just me."

author's note: i wanted to do something different than the usual broly works i've done lol also the end of this has me thinking about a potential star-crossed lovers through all of eternity fic... 🤔

pairing: broly x fem!reader

warnings: fluff, college!au

A hand is clutched to your chest as you work through the crowded party, eager for some reprieve. You can't stop your housemates from throwing parties, and to an extent you like attending them. You're in college! This is what college people do! It's… Supposed to be fun?

But if one more person touches your ass, you're gonna start throwing punches.

The music pounds at your temples like a drum, a migraine starting to form as you storm down the crowded stairs, pushing a hand to the chest of a random person approaching you. "Not the time, man!" You're already one foot out the door by the time you hear their insulting call of "bitch", but the fresh air settles your nerves enough to just let it go.

It's dark and cold out, cars piled up and down both sides of the street. You just had to be roommates with Bulma Briefs… "I'm dropping out." You grumble to yourself, kicking a rock aside while walking to the backyard; it's cold, so the party is almost entirely inside, leaving you peacefully alone. There's an old swing set out back, so that's where you perch your rear as your thoughts start to collect.

Finals are on the way… Your parents have been bugging you about visiting home… There's a bunch of drunk strangers in your home… You have to work in the morning…

"I'm just gonna become a stripper, fuck it."

"You'd be the most intelligent stripper in the world." You jump at the sudden voice, turning to see none other than your favorite man in the world.

Broly holds his hands out innocently, his features bashful under the lights of the tiki torches Bulma just had to have. "Don't be afraid, it's just me."

You smile the closer he gets, meeting his lips as he leans down for a quick kiss. "Hey handsome. How was work?"

"Long." Broly's large jacket is over your shoulders before he settles on the ground before you, gently pushing at your legs so you can swing a little. "How's the party?"

"I think I'm gonna crash at your place tonight."

Your boyfriend nods. "So it's just like any other Briefs party."

"She and Vegeta just broke up again, so it's even worse." You shake your head. They break up so often that you can't wrap your head around it; you've been with Broly since high school and can't even imagine having such a strenuous relationship.

Broly just shakes his head, continuing to lightly push your swing. You snuggle into his worn jacket, the green of it slightly faded from the once nearly neon color it used to be. His smile is so soft, so pure as he looks up at you, his hair still in the braid he ties for his long shifts at the shipyard. "My boss approved my time off, so we can go on that trip."

"Yay." You coo, blowing him a kiss. "I'm excited to go to Hershey with you."

"Are you excited for the chocolate or for the time with me?" He teases, stopping the momentum of your swing, holding your calves in his large hands, massaging gently. He's worked a long, twelve hour shift, and here he is massaging you.

What an amazing man.

You scoff, flicking his nose gently. "Why can't it be both, hm?"

Broly's nose scrunches and he laughs softly. His shining eyes match his small, beautiful smile as the flickering embers give a beautiful glow to his tanned skin. He's gorgeous and all yours.

"I guess I can settle with that." He presses a kiss to your knee. "You ready to go?"

"Yeah, let me get my work clothes and let Bulma know I'm leaving."

After a quick "yes ma'am", Broly's up on his feet and walking you through the house, his hand squeezing yours tightly as the loud noises and bumping bodies already start irking his nerves. Your room, which has thankfully been locked to prevent strangers fucking in your bed and stealing your things, is a quick safe haven for his anger to relax.

"You gonna finish up your last year staying with Bulma?" He asks absentmindedly, fiddling with a Rubik's Cube you'll never solve.

"Honestly, as much as I love her, I don't think so. I want peace for my last year. My semester ends in a few weeks, so I'll see if either the coffee shop or the bar will give me some more hours." You explain while pulling your uniform together, dreading the return to the barista station in the morning. "Hopefully I can find a cheap apartment."

"I don't wanna be pushy…" Broly pauses, considering his words carefully. "But… Why don't you just move in with me?"

"You… Think we're ready for that?" It's never come up even once in conversation; your relationship has always been slow and steady, very carefully handled and treated with the utmost caution and respect for one another as individuals.

"I mean… Yeah. I really do." He shrugs. "We've been together a long time now, you're there half the time anyway… But if you don't want to-"

"I want to." You grin, coming to slink your arms around his waist. "It'll make a lot of things easier for us."

Broly's large, calloused hands rest on your hips. "I'll get to see you more." He says gently, his smile enough to drown out the sounds of the party from your ears.

"Definitely the best perk." You get on your tiptoes, lips out and waiting for a smooch, Broly's impressive height only ever a hindrance in this one scenario.

"I stiiiiink." He teases, leaning down to meet your pouty, perfect lips.

"Don't care." You murmur against him, humming through the sweet, lengthy kiss. He tastes like mangoes, his favorite snack. Broly groans, the deep vibration through his chest buzzing wonderfully against your hands that have started to wander that lovely, thick, muscled body.

The door bursts open, a drunken sophomore stumbling in. Broly huffs and breaks away from you, glaring at the intruder with a tightly set jaw and angry eyes. "Get out."

You bite your lip, admittedly loving his intimidating demeanor more than you should, given his history with his anger management. But the way that drunk scrambles out, damn near pissing himself before slamming the door shut again, you just can't help but admire your boyfriend even more. Broly takes a calming breath and you take the opportunity to finish collecting your things.

Bulma is luckily by the door, smoking with a gaggle of hopeless men around her, and she waves you and Broly goodbye as you leave the house. You smile when your boyfriend repositions you to the inside of the sidewalk, his arm protectively around your shoulders as you walk into the night. His car is parked nearly two blocks away and your eyes widen with every car you pass.

"It sure doesn't feel like there's that many people at Bulma's…"

"I'm sure they're either doping or fucking in rooms you don't even go in." He shakes his head and finally, you reach his SUV. A gentleman as always, he opens the door for you and helps you inside the lifted vehicle, having to have special accomodations for his size.

Broly holds your hand during the ride, his apartment building about a twenty minute drive from the neighborhood Bulma's house is in. He carries your bag inside and pulls his thick, dark hair out of his braid. His hair, waved from the braid, fans out across his shoulders and back. "I don't wanna wash my hair." He whines and rubs at his forehead, tension slowly relieving itself.

"Lemme smell." You stand on the coffee table, catching a quick whiff of his dark locks. "Still fresh; smells like strawberries."

"Oh thank god." Broly mutters, tying his hair in a quick top knot and disappearing into the bathroom.

You prepare a quick meal for him and plate it on the small dining table, waiting politely for him to finish getting cleaned up before digging into the pancakes. When he emerges, he's fresh and clean, hair loose once again and looking snugly in a pair of sweats and a tight, impossibly tight black t-shirt.

"Thank you, baby." He murmurs, hiding a yawn into the crook of his elbow. Dinner is eaten in companionable silence, his socked foot occasionally bumping yours while he feigns innocence. Several giggles are hidden in your hand every time, and after dinner you cuddle together on the couch.

Broly's got a six year streak in of never letting your ass touch a couch cushion while he's near, and tonight is no exception as he yanks you down on top of his lap to smother your face in sweet kisses. You laugh through his flurry attack, your fingers soon tangled in those thick locks. His lips swoop in on yours, capping them with a full, heated kiss.

"Can't wait for you to move in…" He murmurs through the kiss.

"Me neither…" Your reply is quickly drowned out by another passionate kiss before Broly settles his face into your neck, holding you in a near bone-crushing hug.

"I love you." He murmurs. He's ready to move you out of Bulma's place already; as soon as you say the word, he'll be there with cardboard boxes and his muscles ready to go.

"I love you too." You whisper, playing with his hair. Broly's kitten-like against you, purring softly at the touches your nails leave on his scalp. It amazes you daily that he's all yours and has dedicated himself to you entirely; he moved out of state with you after high school, getting a grueling job just to afford staying nearby during your time at college. "So much. I see everything you do, all the sacrifices you've ever made. I love you, Broly. You are my world."

"I'd do it all again, you know." He murmurs. "This life or the next."

#broly x you #broly x reader #broly #dbs broly #db #dbz #dbs #fic #requests #anon

[inter-fandomfollower]

*Leonardo x Fem! Reader* A Princess and a Frog Au pt 1

Story Prompt: Leonardo was the second eldest prince to the Kingdom of Shangrao. You're a young woman who works to make a dream become a reality in New Orleans.

Who could guess that with new experiences and new meetings, new dangers lurk around every corner?

An; I'm bored, and I've had this idea for a story for awhile, so here it is

Italics + 🎶 means singing

Italics means whispering

N/n means your nickname

P.S - Rogers is your family's last name, it also isn't a random last name I went with, it's legitimately Tiana's family name

At the start

~🎶The Evening Star is shining bright🎶

🎶So make a wish and hold on tight🎶

🎶There's magic in the air tonight🎶

🎶And anything can happen🎶~

"Just at that moment, the ugly little frog looked up with his sad, round eyes and pleaded: Oh, please, dear princess, only a kiss from you can break this terrible spell, that was inflicted on me by a wicked witch!"

The woman reading the fairytale was Marie, your mother, and she was working on something for your best friend, Lottie.

Lottie leaned in close to you, still staring with starry eyes at Mrs. Rogers' reading.

"Here comes my favorite part."

You looked at your best friend with a contempt smile as the little white kitten Lottie was holding let out a small meow.

Marie turned the page on the book to continue reading the tale and finish a bow for the dress Lottie was wearing.

"And the beautiful princess was so moved by his desperate plea, that she stooped down,-"

Marie turned her head ever so slightly to look at the girls with a playful smile on her face.

"-picked up the slippery creature,-"

The girls, who were getting really roped into the story, leaned in closer on the edge of their seats, so to speak.

"-leaned forward, raised him to her lips,-"

Lottie nodded her head excitedly while you shook your head to he sides.

"-and kissed that little frog!"

Lottie exclaimed from sheer joy and adoration, while you scrunched your nose and shook your head more, disgusted by the picture your mind created at those very words.

The kitten, who had been squished in the arms Lottie, escaped her.

"Then the frog was transformed into a handsome prince! They were married and lived happily ever after. The end."

Lottie leaned backwards and put her arms in the air from pure delight of the story.

"Yay! Oh!"

Lottie accidentally fell completely backwards but her dress provided a nice soft landing. You giggled at your best friends silly antics.

"Read it again, Big Mama! Read it again!"

Your mother, whose nickname was Big Mama, leaned down and helped Lottie up off the floor.

"Sorry Charlotte, it's time for use to be heading home. Say good night, Y/n."

As your mother was getting her bag, you scrunched your nose once more and decided to comment on the story your mother told.

"You couldn't give me everything in the world by kissing a frog, never! Yuck!"

Lottie held her hands behind her dress, with a mischievous look displayed on her face.

"Is that so?"

Lottie quickly looked down to see her kitten and swiftly put a little frog costume on him.

"Well, here's your Prince Charming, N/n!"

Lottie briskly walked over and playfully smooshed the kittens face against your cheek.

"Come on, kiss him."

You smiled at Lottie's silly ploy to get you to kiss the dressed up kitten and moved the him face away from your cheek.

"No."

Lottie continued to try and get you to kiss him and further press the kitten to your cheek.

"Kiss him!"

You playfully continued to try and keep the kitten away from you.

"C'mon, stop it, Lottie!"

Lottie edged forward with trying to match-make you with "Prince Charming" with each little push of the kitten towards you.

"Kiss him!, kiss him, kiss him!"

You decided to end the little ploy Lottie came up with and move the kitten as far away from your face as possible.

"I won't, I won't, I won't!"

And with one final playful shove, Lottie was sent onto the ground with her poofy dress as a cushion.

Lottie had quickly recovered and immediately responded to your rejecting of kissing a frog.

"I would do it! I would kiss a frog!"

The kitten, still in Lottie's grasp, kept trying to escape her clutches.

"I would kiss a hundred frogs if I could marry a prince and be a princess!"

Lottie kissed the side of her kittens face, resulting in the kitten launching itself up to the ceiling, his claws keeping him there.

You both laughed at the reaction of the kitten and rolled on the floor with laughter.

Your mother shook her head at you two little rascals.

"You girls, stop tormenting that poor little kitty."

While the two of you continued to laugh, Marie got the kitten down from the ceiling.

"Poor little thing."

The kitten clung onto the carpet like it's life depended on it and scampered away. Marie shook her head at the poor little traumatized kitten.

A man walked into the room, wearing a white suit and salmon colored tie.

"Evening, Marie."

Lottie, upon hearing her father's voice, ran up to her father, in excitement for her new dress.

"Daddy! Daddy! Look at my new dress! Isn't it pretty?"

Mr. La Bouff laughed and leaned down with his arms open wide and picked up his daughter.

"Look at you! Why, I'd expect nothing less from the finest seamstress in New Orleans."

Marie gave Mr. La Bouff an appreciative smile. Lottie on the other hand, was looking at the picture of the maiden from the storybook Mrs. Rogers had read to you and her.

"Ooh! I want that dress!"

Mr. La Bouff turned his head to Lottie and turned his body away from the book, trying to see reason with his daughter.

"Ah, now Sugarplum-!"

Lottie began pulling on the ends of her father's mustache, desperately wanting to look like the maiden in the fairytale.

"I want that one! Please, please, please, please!"

Mr. La Bouff gave into his daughter plea and turned to Mrs. Rogers, hoping to end the pain his upper lip was feeling.

"Marie, you suppose you could whip up something like that?"

Mrs. Rogers chuckled and gestured to the many dress she's made for Lottie.

"Anything for my best customer."

Lottie cheered, now that her dress collection would soon grow, again.

"Come along, Y/N. Your daddy should be home from work by now."

You, who had been ready for awhile, took your mother's hand and walked out of Lottie's room and down the hallway. Talking from Lottie's room could still be heard.

"All right now, princess, you're getting that dress, but that's it. No more Mr. Pushover....Now who wants a puppy?"

"I do! I do! He's so cute!"

As you and Marie walked out of the La Bouff mansion and towards the end of the sidewalk, a trolley pulled up and stopped.

Once you and your mother were seated, the trolley started up again. You got on your knees on the seat and peered out the window. The mansions and big elite houses soon faded away to much smaller houses.

The trolley stopped, and as you and your mother got off, you both waved a thank you to the trolley driver, who kindly waved back.

You and your parents didn't have much money for a house like Lottie's but it was enough for you and your family.

A half an hour passed by and you were making gumbo with your father, Arthur, while your mother was sitting at her sewing machine. working on Lottie's next dress.

"Mmm. Gumbo smells good, Y/n."

Your father was watching you stir the pot of gumbo as he commented on it.

"I think it's done, Daddy."

You scooped up some gumbo from the pot, determined it was done and ready for tasting.

"Yeah? Are you sure?"

Marie looked at her daughter and husband, smiling in amusement.

"Yes."

Marie continued to work, her smile still expressed on her face at her husband's silly but amusing antics.

"O-kay, I'm 'bout to put this spoon in my..."

You began thinking, and took the spoon from your father, as he chuckled in response.

"Wait!"

You added a bit of Tabasco sauce to the gumbo, stirred it up to spread the flavor, tasted it and was satisfied with your addition.

"Now it's done."

Your father leaned down as you fed him a spoonful of the gumbo.

"Hmm."

You looked at your father, a worried expression displayed upon your face at his response.

"What?"

"Well, sweetheart, this is the..."

You looked away, getting sad thinking you didn't make the gumbo right. But your father, being the silly goose he was, scooped you up in his arms.

"...best gumbo I've ever tasted!"

You giggled at your father as he laughed with you in his arms.

"Come here. Marie, our little girls got a gift!"

Your mother got up from her sewing machine and walked over to the two of you.

"Mmm-hmm. I could've told you that."

"A gift this special's just gotta be shared."

As Arthur let you out of his arms, you ran to the front door and opened it.

"Hey everybody, I made gumbo!"

The various neighbors all exclaimed in rejoice of the smell of the gumbo.

Soon enough, everyone in the little neighborhood was sat on the front porch of your house and eating the gumbo with smiles plastered on their faces.

Afterwards, it was time for bed. Arthur and Marie were sitting down with you on your bed.

"You know the thing about good food? It brings folks together from all walks of life. It warms them right up and it puts little smiles on their faces-"

Your father reached over and grabbed a piece of paper with a picture of the inside of a restaurant and people in it.

"-and when I open up my own restaurant, I tell you, people are going to be lining up for miles around just to get a taste of my food."

As you listened to your father, you corrected him on last bit of what he said.

"Our food."

Arthur chuckled at your input.

"That's right, baby."

Your father grabbed a crayon and wrote "Y/n's place" on a corner and showed it to you.

"Our food."

You reached out and hugged the picture as a smile on your face, and out of the corner of your eye, you spotted the Evening Star out of your window.

"Daddy, look."

You pointed to the Evening Star in the sky and began crawling on top of your bed to get to the window sill.

"Where're you going?"

"Charlotte's fairytale book said: If you make a wish on the Evening Star, it's sure to come true."

Arthur and Marie joined you by the window sill. Marie hummed in response.

"Well, you wish on that star, sweetheart."

"Yes. You wish and you dream with all your little heart. But remember, Y/n, that old star can only take you part of the way. You got to help it along with some hard of your own. And then..."

Your father cupped the side of your head with his hand.

"...yeah, you can do anything you set your mind to."

Marie walked over to rest her hands on her husband's shoulders.

"Just promise your daddy one thing. That you'll never, ever lose sight of what's really important. Okay?"

You nodded your head with a determined smile upon your face. Your parents kissed you good night and tucked you in.

And just as they left the room and closed the door, you sprang up, grabbed the picture off your nightstand and crawled back over to the window sill.

You pulled back the slightly transparent curtains and stared out at the Evening Star high above you.

You looked down at the picture, hugged it tightly to your chest and tightly closed your eyes.

"Please, please, please."

Just then, you felt like someone was staring at you. You looked to your right to see a frog was on your window sill.

You and the frog just stared at one another for a moment, until the frog croaked!

You screeched in fright and hastily ran out your room, closing the door behind you.

#Rottmnt Leo x reader #Rottmnt Leonardo x reader #Leonardo x reader #Rottmnt fanfiction #Rottmnt x reader #Leo x reader #Leo PF Au #A Princess and a Frog Au #Rise Leo x reader

[direw00f]

The promised (sort of) rant about Ayreon (the character)

Alright so if anyone asks me about my favourite character ever it has to be Ayreon and I want to share why I like him so much! First up a small introduction to Ayreon (the project) for my mutuals or anyone that stumbles upon this. Ayreon is a prog rock/metal project by Arjen Anthony Lucassen every album has a story and most albums tell the same story. In all albums he gets guest singers to bring his story to life and in most album the different singers play different characters. Two exceptions to this rule is The Colonist from The Universal Migrator albums but his situation has a logical explination and we are going to dip a little into the story of this album as Ayreon makes a little appearance. Now the second exception is the character I will talk about now! As I will talk about the project's first ever protagonist from the first ever album The Final Experiment released in 1995 (this year is important as I will discuss later!). Now how this will go is I will analyse every song of the album and analyse the lyrics and how it relates to the love I have for Ayreon. Now as Ayreon gets described and introduced in the first song of the album, let's get right into this!

Track number 1: Prologue

So this is our introduction to the album as a future incarnation of Merlin talks to us from 2084 about Ayreon. 2084 is an important year in the Ayreon universe as it is the death of earth, so Merlin explains that scientists have developed "time telepathy" to send visions of humanity's demise into the past with the hopes of changing the future. These visions have been recieved by a BLIND MINSTREL living in 6th century Brittain, this is Ayreon and it is his task to warn humanity about it's disastrous future. Now do I have to say anything about the fact that the only thing this poor man now can see is destruction and death? So we have our basic introduction to our story and got a basic overview of our poor protagonist, his story will not have a happy ending sadly. The melody in this is sometimes the same as in the song Merlin's Will, I guess this is our audio cue for our wizard here.

Track number 2: The Awareness (technically Dreamtime)

Soooo first up what is up with the song name well this album is divided into 4 acts, somehow The Awareness and another act got split but while this song is called The Awareness the portion of the act we're talking about is called Dreamtime (Words Become A Song). So to be clear: The Awareness is the current act of the story we're in, the segment we're talking about is Dreamtime. This clear? Ok! Let us get on with the analysis. Let us start with the banging opening lines: "A cry in the silence, a shine in the dark Like a rising star, the dream is coming Images of violence, a flight through time and space It's such a lonely place; the dream is coming The smoke is rising, the vision's getting clearer And words become a song in the dreamtime" So this is our first look into Ayreon's head and just look at those fancy words, you can clearly see that he is a poet of some sort. So these visions appeared to him in dreams and his mind immediately started writing lyrics to a song. It is also the start of his issues with the visions (yay!) he is clearly distressed by the visions and nothing shows this more than the next song of our little saga:

Track number 3: Eyes Of Time

He is awake! Yay and oh boy here comes the crisis and a beautiful description of what he feels at this moment, again I will post the first verse because it is so beautiful and Eyes Of Time is my favourite song of this album with it's catchy chorus and beautiful lyrics. "I cannot see with these eyes! My world is black, like a cold eternal night I could not tell you no lies! My words are lost, in a shroud of mystery" So yeah..... the description of his world being as black as night is a frequent one we see associated with Ayreon as we will talk about later. So this is Ayreon trying to make sense of these visions he wakes up with as he puts it later "I see the world through the eyes of time". He also describes himself as drifting through time and he has no idea what to do, he is already composing the songs about these visions but he is still very confused and does not understand what's going on with him. He is really going through it lmao, anyways these tries at writing the songs and his staring of into space which leads him into:

Track number 4: The Banishment

Oh yeah this is exactly what it sounds like, the townsfolk grow fearful of him and his songs and banish him from the village. Poor Ayreon cries out "what have I done?" as the people accuse him of being evil, this leads Ayreon to roam the forest lost and even more confused. Eventually this leads him to find a place at Camelot after gaining some strange determination. What can I say about this song other then "poor Ayreon" and hope for the best for him.

Track number 5: Ye Courtyard Minstrel Boy

A straightforward track leading into the next arc for Ayreon here, it explains that he tries to win the trust of the people there before he tries to complete his mission again. The next track also does not give further insight into Ayreon's character but it does have a link to a different album I did not see anyone talk abot before soooo:

Track number 6: Sail Away To Avalon

Just a cool track about the quest for the holy grail right? This does give us an insight in the type of songs Ayreon would write, you know except for the metal part lol. In story this is to establish Ayreon as the court musician it has no further relevance to the story right? Wellllll this is a line from Sail Away To Avalon: "You'll find the grail within you, Slay the dragon in your dreams" And this is a line from the Knight on the song Another Time, Another Space from the Into The Electric Castle album: "I have found the grail, here within" So what does this mean? Well I do not know, this could be coincidence but Arjen mostly write links like this if they're important. The whole story of that album is that humans from different time periods have been placed together as an experiment about emotions by the Forever. (A whole different rant is needed to explain them) but the time telepathy experiment was an idea by the Forever so that is possibly the link. Anyways after this little detour let us go back on track and go to the next part of our little story with:

Track Number 7: Nature's Dance

First up: emotional damage. So this song is Ayreon sitting in the gardens wishing to see the beautiful nature around him instead of those future visions. He also uses the word television which I always have interpreted as Ayreon knowing things he shouldn't because of his visions of DOOM. Anyways this is the point of no return Ayreon gathers the courage to finally fulfill his mission although he is already aware that this will most likely kill him. So the next 3 songs will be three ways he foresees humanity's demise and all three are very likely to happen, sadly.

Track Number 8: Computer Reigns (Game Over)

Yeah the classic technology will be our downfall spiel, let us go on to:

Track number 9: Waracle

Ayreon foresees a lot of wars and infighting that will never be resolved until the death of the humans on earth, fun.

Track number 10: Listen To The Waves

This one is the most interesting of these three songs as he foresees pollution and climate change being one of the reasons of earth's destruction. One line in particular stands out though: "We befoul the air and burn a hole in the sky." Eh yeah, this was written in 1995 and now we do actually have a hole in the sky and then adds: "Deadly waves from outer space, will cause our race to die." Which would also be true I cannot put to words how eerily correct Arjen was with this prediction. Now we had this it is time for more pain with:

Track number 11: Magic Ride

This is Ayreon at his lowest point, he feels his death is near and so he cries out to the people that gave him these visions to allow him to see anything other than those horrid visions before he dies. This leads to his final arc which I like to call his death arc or "Merlin is a jealous asshole, the arc." He is scared for his life and just wants anything nice to happen in his sadly short life, sadly this is not to be.

Track number 12: Merlin's Will

Merlin is jealous of Ayreon's apparent visions and wish to be the only seer and so he condems Ayreon to die while calling Ayreon's visions fake. This leads to the saddest song of the album and I will cry because I love this character a lot.

Track number 13: Charm Of The Seer

Ayreon accepts his fate after his frankly difficult life and because I do love the lyrics bound to Ayreon here is the opening of the song: "I've been lost in the valley of nightmares I've been found in the garden of dreams Speak thy charm, I know you are out there Cast thy spell and silence their screams

As I poise on the edge of life where time disappears I bow in fear, To the charm of the seer" All he wants is peace and for those visions to stop and if his death will silence them, then he will accept it with fear.

Track number 14: Swan Song

While this song doesn't have any lyrics we do know what happens in this, Ayreon finally understands where his visions came from and as he sees his future reincarnations he makes one last effort to reason with Merlin to let him live.

Track number 15: Ayreon's Fate (and the last song of the album)

Ayreon's cries fall on deaf ears and he is killed by Merlin but just as he does Merlin recieves visions of the future revealing the truth of Ayreon's words. With an anguished cry of Ayreon's name he promises that his words will be heard and that his story will be told in the late 20th century. Did you remember the year of the album's release? That is right! 1995 which means Arjen writing about Ayreon is canon in the Ayreon universe and we actually meat this fictional version of Arjen in a later album, he is actually really important to the story.

Well this is the end then right? Ayreon died but his words were still shared, humanity can change and prevent the end! Well no Earth still dies in 2084 but what do I talk about then? Well.... Ayreon does appear one more time and not as just a mention. The Universal Migrator is about the last human alive, some humans migrated to Mars but oxygen slowly ran out killing everyone except for our protagonist: The Colonist. He decides to enter the Dream Sequencer (a machine allowing you to experience yout past lives) as oxygen runs out so he dies seeing the earth he longed to visit and so he does what Ayreon wanted but never got. Interesting right? Well both the Colonist and Ayreon share a face that of our mastermind Arjen and so we have.

Caried By The Wind

So our friendly minstrel has died and he actually sounds happier in this song, wow! He floats about as a spirit free and more optimistic than ever! He describes roaming free carrying his message around and in the Universal Migrator comic we can actually see him inspire Arjen to write The Final Experiment. He is distraught as he finds out he failed but optimistically seeks out other worlds to live in. I love this version of Ayreon it is still our minstrel with the fancy words but without the pain the visions has caused he is free to just be.

That is all then right? Ah right the fictional version of Arjen, Mr L present on the song The Truth Is In Here from the 01011001 album which details some strange dreams he got including those of our minstrel friend. Again describing his vision as "black as night" just less poetic, anyways his efforts to sing about Ayreon's visions landed him in a mental hospital. Typical. However it seems the Forever have something to do with Mr L's dreams though we know he is another reincarnation of Ayreon.

In short I love the character of Ayreon for how tragic he is and his boundless optimism after his death. His story is intriguing even if it is a little sad and I love how poetic and over the top his dialog is.

This was my rant about my favourite character ever, I do hope people enjoy it.

#ayreon #wolf speaks #the final experiment #01011001 #the universal migrator #ayreon (the character)

[anulithots]

@holdmyteaplease, thank you so much! (I'm so so glad you like Anuli... fae has worried me in the past.)

ALso also, I looked up masochism and... oh. Ohmigosh.

And yay! You think Anuli's complex! It's all I ever wanted!

... Because Anuli is also this:

____________

But Anuli, we are not taking full advantage of the happy ending. 

We aren’t, Anuli?

Quite the contrary Anuli! Why stop at one happy ending when we can tell as many sappy, happy stories as we wish?

Oh! Anuli, I see your implications. FOR THE REBORN DOLL CAN ACT AS THE NARRATOR - THE SEER OF ALL WORLDS! THEN ALL STORIES HAVE CONTINUITY AND IT COUNTS AS MULTIPLE HAPPY ENDINGS! 

Gasp Anuli! With that much wonder, the stars may burst and wash the sky with permanent lightning. 

But then the sky would twinkle Anuli. Do not underestimate the darkness, for it nibbled on the moon with no repercussions. 

Would the moon mind the nibbling, Anuli?

Nevertheless, the dark would live for flashes, and hunger for solitude, for the peace garnered from the night. 

Did the moon shine out of spite because the darkness nibbled on it? 

…. Perhaps Anuli. That is within the character of light and its darkness. Moreover, the darkness would call upon the shadows to chase the starlight away. 

But then there’s no stars…. Or shadows. 

Yes Anuli, hence why we must fine tune the story to fit the most wondrous play, instead of creating too many stories. We can’t have the stars exploding. 

Agreed Anuli. Agreed. 

___________

I was originally planning to include something edgy for a snippet here... but this was hilarious to me. I had to.

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[timothylawrence]

OK P4 thoughts.... now that it's been like 18 hours...

overall... solid 8.5/10. i loveee murder mysteries

the dynamic between the characters carried the game more than anything

multiple moments where I laughed out loud so s/o to the writers

AND despite guessing the big twist from day one, I was pleasantly surprised by various other twists and turns in the story so yay :)

never before has a silent protagonist literally swayed my heart in such a way Yu Narukami you are my angelll

ok spoiler-y review below :)

okay. serious review time but keep in mind im fasting so like these are the rambles from that. i'll start with the positives :)

did not believe jordan when she said i would be adopting these children by the end yet here i am. every single character you met had such a sweet and profound relationship and dynamic with one another... it was so so sweet. truly the high point of the game is how the characters interact. Yukiko and Chie, Rise and Naoto, Rise and Yu, Teddie and Yosuke, Naoto and Kanji... even Yosuke and Yu..... like they were all so so so wonderfully crafted with one another... AND RISE WAS THE SHINING STARRRRR

Dojima and Nanako.... the way i thought they wouldn't have such a big role and then by the end i was crying . yeah. big bro . i love u .

I KNEW IT WAS ADACHI!!!! I LITERALLY CALLED IT FROM DAY ONE!!! DAY ONE!!!! I just couldnt stick why he was choosing the teenagers,.... hence why the twist with Namatane was so fucking good. S/O to Jordan and Fil who had to listen to me scream about how he was the killer without being able to shut me up.

Okay but in all seriousness Teddie becoming human was like the wildest part of the game like did no one else go ??

The soundtrack bangs. to be expected.

Yosuke's SL was my favorite... i dont know how teary eyed i got but whew. it was teary. the ending scene on the grass... yea... yea...

man. the icon. the star. Yu Narukami. I NEVER thought I would like the protagonist, at least not more than "he's cool", and yet by the end I was more sad than anything to say goodbye to him!!! i had so much joy playing as him, he was so funny, so loyal, his dialogue options we're just phenomenal. He felt like a real character in his own world despite never even talking. I think I'll miss him the most/

ok time for the bad stuff:

okay like atlus why do you do this thing where you create such a good amazing storyline about humanity and what makes you you only to drop the ball and opt to make things creepy or some form of phobic !!! like WHY!!!!!!!

Kanji's treatment was actually vileeeee . I hate how they chickened out in the last moment because instead of having a whole discussion abt homophobia internalized and otherwise you've just created a homophobic ass arc in the game that serves no purpose. like UGH. just go the full mile!!! go !!! let him understand there's nothing wrong wit him being gay!!! stop backing out!! You quite literally would've had a near perfect arc if you just went that extra mile and didn't make things weird !!!

also naoto........ don't even wanna trudge into the discourse here but he/him Naoto is where I stand idk. his story kinda felt really similar to my own when i was in my teens but... again...Atlus...

hey atlus can you make ONE game where there isn't 10 scenes of teenage boys being creeps or has some form of teenage fan service. please.

rlly sucks that i cant reccommend this game without caveats because atlus is.... ugh. but yes. i did enjoy it. it has some moments that are genuinely uncomfortable and made me go :///. but i can fix things as is my will as a writer etc etc.

yeah i think thats what i have for now. i loved playing this game but i think i'll love thinking abt it and plotting even more..... <33333

#ewbie.txt #ewbie p4 liveblog #if anyone has more questions or comments... hmu... i havent stopped thinking abt this game man

[invui]

yin. remember the "when aruji-sama gives them their phone" heaccanon? can i request you on making one. of course, with the number and butler of your choice^^/

when master gives them their phone

why would i forget my very first hcs that i posted on this blog? i wrote this whole thing in 2 hours and the majority of it was trying to figure out a new layout so yay.

✧ ━ MIYAJI OLDIA

✦ this old man would be stuck on the camera app wondering on how the hell this works, he even accidentally burst shot his face like 20 times as he was figuring out how to take a video.

✦ he might’ve also stumbled across your photo gallery which he immediately left because he thought he was invading your privacy. in fact — he thought he was invading your privacy when you offered him your phone, he declined at first but accepted it since you kept insisting him even if you weren’t sure about this decision.

✦ after watching him struggle with literally the most simplest feature on your phone, you decided to lessen his trivial sorrow and asked him if he wanted to take a photo with the both of you in it — but uh oh, it seems like he managed to sneak in about 2 photos of you watching miyaji with genuine pity on your face.

✦ you were completely stunned by this sudden surprise but you couldn’t help but giggle at miyaji’s face while he was secretly doing it. this man’s eyes were squinting as if he had looked straight into the sun.

✦ after his succesful learning experience with the camera app, what’s a better fitting app that would catch his eye? the spotify (or insert any other music app) app of course!! if he finds out you don’t have spotify premium, he’s going to think the ads are really short songs and makes a mental of note that it’s the type of music you like listening toTT

✦ this is also an entrance for miyaji to find out what modern music is really like in your world. oh, you listen to mitski? miyaji will say that’s the equivalent to beethoven in his world. (lol)

✦ miyaji would try his best to find your playlists appealing even if he doesn’t like it. you would be nervous of him listening to your spotify because he is listening to it very intently with a serious expression on his face.

✦ after he’s done with his little modern music exploration, he’ll give your phone back with a smile on his face.

“Your taste in music surely does remind me of you.”

✧ ━ LATO BACCA

✦ were you asking for a death wish? maybe you were but the butlers were going to experience having a coded metal board thing that is widely used around the modern world sooner or later.

✦ the first thing lato does is to throw your phone, making you enter a panicked state of mind. well, he doesn’t technically throw your phone, he just questions himself out loud.

“Should I or should I not throw this across the room?”

✦ with you having to confiscate the phone from lato and having to set some boundaries, you give it back to him and watch him start to navigate your phone screen but he’ll accidentally close your phone due to his rather hard grip on it.

✦ lato would turn his head to look at you and directly ask for your password, maybe even with kitty eyes to convince you more.

✦ you tell him your password (or you just snatched it away from him and inputted your password) and lato is back to square one with the navigation screen.

✦ lato then proceeds to turn it off again and gives your phone back with a closed-eyed smile

“That’s enough for today, hm?”

✧ ━ FLURE GARCIA

✦ he accepted your offer despite being nervous himself even though it should be you who’s the most anxious between the both of you.

✦ his nervousness would end by hearing that you’ll show him photos of you wearing different clothes. flure has never been so excited in his life to be seeing someone’s clothes on a foreign gadget, especially if it was his master! with this, he gets to understand your fashion sense a bit more so he could make clothes that you would personally like.

✦ his eyes would shine brighter than the stars when he sees your self portraits and it makes you smile yourself seeing flure so mesmerized, well he has changed his expression into a disgusting one when he sees a photo of you he dislikes.

✦ this boy would be even happier when you offer to print these photos as references. how could he say no to this? it’s better than having to do it by memory that’s for sure.

✦ the both of you would just be stuck together talking about your favorite outfits while flure is taking mental notes of this, he’s already thinking of new designs to make inside of his head with new inspirations appearing from left to right.

“I promise to make you a new outfit when I get references!”

#akuneko #devil butler with black cat #あくねこ #miyaji oldia x reader #miyaji oldia #flure garcia #flure garcia x reader #lato bacca #lato bacca x reader #akuneko x reader

[goddevouringserpent]

1 + 2 for the deadfire asks for nimka pls ?

WAH THANK YOU :')

What did your Watcher make of the Deadfire Archipelago? Was it their first time there, or had they been there previously?

It was indeed her first time there, but she'd been wanting to go for years! So for context Nimka is an explorer/drifter from the White that Wends, who, prior to Pillars 1, left her clan to go wander around Eora. She spent some time in Old Vailia, then moved across the sea to the Vailian Republics, then to the Dyrwood—her plan was to go to the Ixamitl Plains or the Deadfire Archipelago after she'd gotten tired of the Dyrwood, but for obvious reasons she never got to make that trip and got stuck in the Dyrwood instead (a life development she was very much not happy about). The whole deal with Eothas destroying Caed Nua was extremely traumatising for her, but also kind of a relief?? Since it meant that yay, she got to explore & be on the move again! Even if she's now lacking a soul and has sooo much survivor's guilt and carries the weight of the world on her shoulders but hey, nothing a little fresh air and sunshine can't fix~

As for what she made of it: the Deadfire is very different to everything she's used to, so for the most part she loved it! Nimka's a druid, so getting the chance to see new flora & fauna first-hand was an absolute delight in the midst of what might've been the hardest, bleakest time of her life. The weather she did not quite agree with—too hot and humid for her tastes—but overall she was so relieved to be out of the house that she didn't even complain.

Did they have a favourite location?

Hmm… she thinks the whole archipelago is absolutely gorgeous, but in terms of favourites—maybe Motare o Kōzi? It was a place where her particular skillset truly got to shine and managed to save the day (and it doesn't hurt that also she ultimately got what she'd wanted, lol, but mostly she's glad she managed to end the corruption and help the Rotten Lady/Green Lady), so it's one of those places she looks back on fondly because she can pat herself on the back when she thinks about it.

From a more sentimental standpoint: Bekarna's Observatory, partly because Nimka has always liked looking at the stars and partly because, well. Bekarna's her girlfriend. Of course she'd have a particular attachment to her girlfriend's "house" :3 (even if she isn't there all the time)

#Maia speaks #OC: Nimka #answering this made me want to replay Deadfire... I should make another Watcher but I'm so attached to my girl lol

[ankhlesbian]

OKAY GOING IN BOIZ

This is a silly rant and im putting multiple suggestions for each cuz idgaf so feel free to chime in with ur favs

1 - Racules actually i think should be one of the only ones to keep -star to befit his grandiose nature. Otherwise i think Swiftheart or Hawkheart - swift bcuz hasties haha and it invokes fleet footed legendary heroes + heart because awww hes such a good hearted benevolent ruler. Hawk also invokes epic bird of prey but also hawks as in warhawk. Raw it kinda sucks cuz racules-star doesnt flow well darn s ending name

2 - HIS EVILSONA: Girafang!! Evil! Bite the hand that feeds you!!!

Full evil name: Foxfang!! Gotta be a predator of cats (in wc world) because becoming what ppl fear. And the alliteration kinda matches some of how theyve been translating it. Foxes are normally a lil too tricksy but in wc-world theyre more ferocious/straightforward. Also play on the foxheart insult

Honorable mention to tigerfang because its very grandiose much like declaring oneself king and it does harken to the og villain tigerclaw. Im open to suggestions here as foxfang is scrappier while tigerfang is more forceful. Ig we havent seen enough of his revolution tm in action to truly judge

Full/alt non evilsona name: hear me out: Dovepelt. A very simple unassuming suffix for a peasant, but to me pelt also makes me think of like a literal pelt, to like cover others with. Putting your skin on the line etc also. Dove because aww all he really wants is peace :). And flocks of em yknow and bonus mourning dove/bleeding heart dove fun

3 - Yanmapaw the man who started it all. Obviously he needs a really quirky lategame firestar style name as the most progressive nation. I’m feeling Waveflash. Like a tidal wave standing high and unwilling to break, flash for his flashy nature and invokes technology and dragonfly wingbeats yknow. Wavebeat is also tempting but i think its a lil too tech heavy i think. This maybjust be me but water and its bonds flows stronger together to me. Also thus far we are keeping the colors kind of. Im so good at this

4 - Himeno ran. we need a multi-syllable princess-y name here. I kind of like Daffodilshine? Feels fancy and flower = medicine cat. Shine bcuz of her pride as the center of attention yknow. Rosestrike i think is cute too, fsncy flower and strike for her striking appearance/pride/haha her sword. I feel like sun could go somewhere but shine is prettier and how can i steal sun from tendoy. Byt cnsider Sunblossom

Okay now it starts getting a bit harder since weve seen less so im pulling from the bios ive seen around

5 - Kaguragi.

Seems a wise ruler and light-hearted, but has a duplicitous heart allegedly. God im trying so hard not to do another bird one but sorry i love birds. Magpiefur? Skydapple? Cloudwillow? Shadefeather? Magpie self explanatory. Sky and cloud both lofty and yay blue sky but can turn stormy. Fur and feather are both more luxurious suffixes to me. Sky and cloud also kinda relate to his farming deal thing. Magpies are loud and tricksters. I kinda want Badger smthn for a lot of reasons but i think its a little too aggressive in warrior cat world

6 - Rita.

Okay we gotta go hardcore here. Im temtped by mountain but it diesnt quite do it for me. Froststark. Blizzardstone. Icy, unyielding. I almost want hammer for hammer of justice given their alleged vicious justice and arguably cats could know hammer as a verb. Frostchain is also epic.

Lost steam a little on kaguragi and rita sinxe we know much less abt them so maybe ill come back one day wahoo

#it watches kingohger

[northlight14]

Starry nights and heavy guitars

Summary: Logan gets dragged out to a late night drive by his boyfriends.

Tw: cursing, let me know if I need to add anything else

Ships: analodemus (logan X all the dark sides)

Genre: collage au

Alt prompt 1: music/dance/art (prompt by @pridewrite2021)

Logan was hunched over his desk, re-reading the same line from his text book over and over. The information just didn't seem to want to stick. He glanced over at his clock. 12:08 am. Yeah, he'd definitely done enough studying for one night. Just as he went to pack his stuff away, as if on que, the very loud sound of a car horn made him jump out of his seat. He held a hand to his heart as he tried to catch his breath, rolling his eyes when the deafening sound continued, slowly giving him a headache.

He rose from his chair and drew his curtains, ready to scream at whatever moron is making that god awful noise so late at night, only to stop just before he could speak.

"Hey Logan!" Remus called from his shitty truck, immediately stopping the honking. Their other boyfriends, Janus and Virgil stood outside the truck, just by the door sipping on what looked like energy drinks.

"Sorry Logan, we tried to call you first but you wouldn't pick up." Virgil called.

"Yeah I turned my phone off because I was revising. Wait-why didn't you just knock on my door?!" The awkward glances the 3 men exchanged told Logan that they hadn't even considered that an option. Logan loved his boyfriends but God could they be idiots some times.

"Hang on, I'm coming down!" Logan called before pulling on his NASA hoodie and running down the stairs of his apartment, meeting the three outside.

“What are you all doing here?” He asked. “Do you know how late it is?”

“Says the man who was apparently still up studying.” Janus said, eyebrow raised and arms crossed. “What have I told you about taking care of yourself?”

“Yes, yes, I know. I just lost track of time. Anyway, that doesn’t answer my question.” Logan said, folding his arms, mirroring Janus.

“Remus is on an energy high so we ended up getting dragged into it.” Virgil said, taking a sip of his energy drink and slouching against the car.

“Come on Logan!” Remus said, shaking the door of the truck. “I wanna drive out into the middle of nowhere and blast music way to loud and it isn’t as fun without you!”

“As tempting as that sounds.” Logan said, sarcastically. “I have exams I need to prepare for.”

“It wouldn’t kill you to take a break for a while.” Janus said. “Just 5 minutes of fun. That’s all we’re asking for here.”

Logan glanced between his boyfriends, Remus giving him his best puppy dog eyes and Janus and Virgil looking hopeful. He sighed heavily. There was no use arguing this. “Alright, fine.” He said, rolling his eyes.

“Yay!” Remus cheered, clapping his hands like a performing seal. Virgil grabbed Logan and dragged him into the back of the truck, sitting next to him. Janus shoved Remus out of the drivers seat, all of them having agreed a long time ago that Remus shouldn’t be allowed behind a wheel.

As they stared to drive Remus tossed Logan another energy drink. He stared at the drink for a moment before eyeing his boyfriend suspiciously.

“Relax, we payed for them.” Janus chuckled.

“Only because I made you pay for them!” Virgil said, tone teasing.

“I have no idea what you mean.” Janus said, mock offended. “I am a perfectly honourable, law abiding member of society.” He drawled. Virgil couldn’t help but smirk.

“You’re such a spoil sport, Virgie.” Remus said, tone teasing, before beginning to play with the radio.

“Well excuse me if I don’t want us to get arrested!”

“You don’t get arrested if you do it right.” Janus commented. Logan couldn’t help but smile to himself and took a sip of the drink. He could tell already it was going to be a long night, it was probably a good idea to give himself an energy boost.

Remus continued to press random buttons on the radio until the truck was flooded with the sound of heavy guitars and someone screaming into the mic. It wasn’t a song Logan personally recognised, Remus definitely did.

“I love this song!” Remus yelled, turning up the music so loud Logan thought he might go deaf. Remus rolled down his window and stuck his head out, the wind making his brown hair impossibly messier. He cheered and sang the lyrics at the top of his lungs. The other three couldn’t help but laugh at his antics, Virgil and Janus joining in singing parts of it.

A few songs like that played, Logan recognising a few of them from his boyfriends playing them in the past. Eventually, Janus drove them into a field with no streetlights anywhere near them. Logan stared out the window, admiring the sky, each star shining so clearly. Despite the loud music, everything felt strangely calm and peaceful.

The truck came to a stop and Remus immediately hopped out, everyone else following after him. He took a swig of what was originally Janus’ drink, climbing onto the top of the truck and yelling:

“I’m never gonna die!” Before they all burst out laughing.

Virgil then plugged in his phone and started to play the playlist he’d made for all of them a while ago, mixing the different genres they all liked. Metal, pop punk, punk rock, rap, indie, and the odd pop song.

As each song played they all badly yelled the lyrics at the top of their lungs, Remus and Janus dragging Virgil into dancing with them. Logan sat on the grass by the truck and admired his boyfriends. They each looked so alive as they danced and sang, seemingly not a care in the world. Remus’ wavy hair flying freely, unkept and unbound like the man himself. Hair Logan had ran his fingers through countless times to either calm him down or when Remus had lay his head on Logan’s lap as they talked about strange science facts. Janus’ eyes reflected the star’s above them all beautifully. Those same eyes that always looked at him with genuine concern when Logan wasn’t taking care of himself and always gave Janus away when he was trying to hide his emotions or get away with something. Virgils pale skin shone like the moonlight. He clearly hadn’t had time to apply his usual eyeshadow before being dragged out by the others, leaving his small freckles along his nose exposed. A feature that Virgil always said he hated but Logan had always adored. Each of the men were so beautiful in such different ways. Logan couldn’t help but melt as he gazed at them.

This liveliness had always been something he’d admired about his boyfriends. Even Virgil, who had struggled with social anxiety for most of his life, seemed to be so free in moments like these. The guitars playing in the background and no one to watch him other than the people he trusted most and the stars above them.

Virgil was finally able to escape the grip of their boyfriends and he took a seat next to Logan, resting his head agains his shoulder.

“Saw you staring, you simp.” Virgil teased. “What are you thinking about?” He asked, huddling into his hoodie and holding onto Logan’s hands for some warmth.

“Oh, nothing.” He sighed, watching as Remus and Janus began to slow dance to a pop rock song that began to play. “Just listening to the music.”

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#sanders sides #pridewrite2021 #fanfic #pw alt 1 #tw cursing #logan sanders #remus sanders #janus sanders #virgil sanders #analodemus #intrulogical #loceit #analogical #demus #dukexiety #not sure how happy I am with this tbh but I wanted to write something for this #idk if I’ll end up sticking to the challenge but I’m gonna try at least😅 #north writes #anxceit

[lemonmeringuecry]

The Cubs at Disneyland

Hi, so I've been trying to do this for awhile (ever since I drew Lo in a Mickey Mouse hoodie) but when the queen herself, miss Hazel, said she needs them to go to Disney... well I wrote this. And drew it. Because I'm me.

So anyway, here's the drawing and below is the fic

Tw for a couple mentions of food but I think that's it

Credit for everything @lumosinlove

Leo bounced a bit on the balls of his feet, goofy smile at full force while he waited to board the plane. He had grown up going to Disney World with his family. Living in Louisiana, Florida wasn’t too far away, and Eloise and Wyatt Knut didn’t let being adults stop them from enjoying the magic of Disney. When Leo was born, his parents were beyond excited about the prospect of going as a family, getting mickey ears, collecting pins, and making memories.

The first time he went, Leo was five, his favorite Disney movie was the lion king, and an expression of pure joy was permanent in his pale, blue eyes. Over the four days they were in the parks he got to go on rides, eat themed sweets, and meet his favorite characters.

After that first trip, Eloise started a scrap book. The book, titled ‘Disney World 2006’, was soon filled with pictures of Leo at the entrance gate, Leo with pineapple dole whip halfway to his mouth, and countless of all three of them taken by the photographers.

A favorite picture of Eloise’s was near the back, this one of her son with Simba. When Leo had spotted the cast member dressed as his favorite character, he all but threw himself at the lion costume clad employee. Leo’s mama had taken many pictures of the two lion cubs together and they were beyond adorable.

There are more scrap books from 2008, 2011, 2014, and 2017. Throughout the years of pictures Leo never looks less than ecstatic. Even though New Orleans will forever remain his favorite place in the world, Disney is a close second to home, which is why this trip with his boys is such a big deal for him.

The Lions are currently on a short break in the season after their game against the Coyotes and the cubs are going to spend a few days at Disneyland in Anaheim.

Finn reaches forward to grab Leo’s hand who is standing in line in front of him.

“Sunshine, are you excited?” He asks. Leo tilts his head around to look at his boyfriend and nods eagerly.

“We’ll take that as a yes,” logan chuckles sleepily from behind Finn where he is standing with his head resting on the red head’s back. Evidently waking up at 6:00 in the morning to drive to the airport wasn’t ideal for him.

Leo lets out a low, impatient groan, still bouncing, “I need to be there like right now. Can’t we get on the plane already?”.

“We haven’t even been waiting that long. I think they’re about to call our section though, Peanut,” Finn answers him, trying not to let his amusement show too much.

A crinkly noise cuts off Leo’s response, “Now boarding rows 1-10,” a voice says from over the loudspeaker. Leo stands up straighter and turns to his boyfriends, “that’s us!”

“I know Nutter-Butter, go on, let’s get you to Disney!” Finn says as he pats Leo’s butt lightly, moving him forward, onto the jet bridge.

The boys get settled into their seats, Finn by the window, Logan in the middle for maximum cuddles, and Leo on the aisle for the leg room. For the first half of the flight Logan sleeps while Finn and Leo share a movie, but all three boys are wide awake by the time the flight attendants come around with drinks for the second time. The rest of the flight is spent chatting about practices coming up after the break, things they need for the apartment, and what they are going to do first upon arriving.

Once getting off the plane in California, they take the shuttle from John Wayne Airport to the Disneyland hotels. They are staying in the Adventure Land tower, closest to the park. By this point all three boys are buzzing with the infectious happiness of Disney. After unpacking and getting settled into their hotel room, the cubs proceed with their plans of shopping and getting dinner in Downtown Disney. First thing on the agenda is to procure mouse ears. Logan, Finn, and Leo make their way to World of Disney in order to find the widest selection of ears. Leo has a collection of his own ears at home, including his favorite pride Minnie ears, but for this trip he wants to get new ones along with Logan and Finn. Leo and Finn decide on classic Mickey ear hats, while Logan picks out Minnie ears with a lavender bow. They all get sweatshirts too, as is custom.

After a pleasant evening of enjoying the atmosphere and getting dinner at Ralph Brennan’s Jazz Kitchen (Leo’s offense towards their attempt at Cajun cuisine is only partially a joke), they call it night. They head back to the hotel, brush their teeth, put on pajamas, and cuddle up in bed. After a busy day the three boys quickly fall asleep, full of anticipation for the day ahead.

Something you should know about Leo is that when it comes to Disney, he is hard core. Their first morning there is an early entry in Disneyland park.

“Rise and shine, party people!” Leo calls as he entera the main part of the hotel room from the bathroom. Logan and Finn are just now waking up, but they aren’t remotely tired. The pure excitement radiating off their boyfriend is contagious as well as the promise of a day of fun.

“Butter baby, how long have you been up?” Finn’s question is alarmed yet distinctly amused.

“Since 5:30,” Leo responds off-handedly. Logan and Finn share a look, then turn it on Leo. Undeterred, Leo spins slowly in a circle in order to show off his carefully constructed outfit. He is wearing his favorite light wash Levi’s, paired with the crewneck he bought yesterday (light gray with vintage looking Mickey & friends). Underneath his sweatshirt he is wearing his Pizza Planet t-shirt, ready for when it gets hot later. Leo’s outfit is accessorized with his new Mickey ear hat, white air Jordan 1’s, and his Tinker Bell lanyard filled with pins from over the years.

“These things take time! Now y’all go get dressed, we have to be in line by 6:45,” Leo says. With that both Finn and Logan get out of bed and into their clothes in record time. On their way out of the room, they pick up their ears and backpacks from the desk by the TV.

After a brief stop at the Starbucks in Downtown Disney, the boys make it into the que of people lining up at the entrance gate. Once 7:00 hits, the lines start to move into the park. As Logan, Finn, and Leo enter, they gaze around in awe. At the end of Mainstreet sits Sleeping Beauty’s castle, tall and glorious. They walk hand in hand down the lane of colorful, old fashioned buildings, chatting excitedly about what to do first.

“Alright babes, what’s up on the agenda?” Finn asks.

“I don’t even know the options, what do you say Le?” Logan continues.

They end up heading over to Tomorrow Land first. They go on Star Tours and Space Mountain while the lines are short, then bounce around Fantasy land as they make their way across the park. Around 8:30 all three boys start to get hungry so they grab a bag or two of beignets from New Orleans Square. After breakfast, they hit their favorites in Adventure land (Finn fucking loves Indiana Jones), Frontier Land (Big Thunder Mountain Railroad is a fan favorite), and New Orleans Square (Logan might not stop singing ‘Yo Ho a Pirate’s Life for Me’ for weeks).

Around noon the cubs exit Disneyland Park and walk across to California Adventure. After lunch at Wine Country Trattoria the boys bop around Cars Land, Hollywood Land, Pacific Warf and Grizzly Peak. The lines are a lot longer now that it’s afternoon, so they take it in stride and spend their waiting time talking, cuddling, and playing games. They end up going on almost every ride as well as hitting the extra good ones twice like Incredicoaster and Guardians of the Galaxy (still a fan-fucking-tastic ride but Leo misses the Twilight Zone theme).

By the time they finish up in California Adventure for the day, it’s almost time for Fantasmic, and Leo has yet to tell his boys that he got them reserved seats. The cubs meander back to Disneyland but when they start to near Frontier Land Finn picks up the pace.

“Sweetheart, what’s the hurry?” Leo asks with a knowing smile.

“I wanna get good seats for Fantasmic, I haven’t seen it since I was little!” Finn replies.

“Orgasmic? I like the sound of that,” Logan slides in with a smirk.

“Baby, no!” His boyfriends exclaim at the same time. Logan giggles which gets Leo and Finn laughing as well.

“And Finn, I got us seat reservations for the show so no need to rush,” Leo tells him. Finn’s response is to jump on Leo with a fierce hug and a drawn out “Yay,”.

The cubs enjoy the water show immensely, all snuggled up and bundled in sweatshirts once again to fend off the cool evening air. They point out little details to each other with intertwined hands and gasp aloud at the pretty fireworks. Once Fantasmic is over they do a few more rides, then head back to the hotel, sleepy after a full day. The boys fall asleep quickly again, ready to do it all again the next day.

#my art #writing #lumosinlove #o'knutzy #leo knut #finn o'hara #logan tremblay #disneyland #coast to coast #sweater weather #harry potter fanart #lumosinlove fanart #fanart

[let-them-read-fics]

Safe With Me

Pairing: Jennie x Fem!Reader

Word Count: ~ 1,690

Warnings / Misc. -- Angst, Anxiety, Fluff, Happy Ending

Disclaimer: This writing is a work of fiction, and no disrespect is meant for those mentioned herein.

A/N: Hey everyone! Here’s my first writing for Jennie; I hope you enjoy it. Let me know what you think! 

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“Y/N, it’s Jennie. She needs you.”

The second that your brain processes those words, you’re on your feet, mind beginning to race. 

After the staff had called you in a panic earlier, you came as soon as you could. They failed to inform you, though, that it was something concerning Jennie -- likely because they knew you’d drive like a maniac in order to get there as fast as humanly possible.

“What happened?”

“She had an attack on stage earlier and she still hasn’t fully calmed down. We got her some water and she’s in her dressing room right now, but she keeps asking for you.”

With that, you thank the backup dancer and exit the waiting room, quickly making your way to her. The winding hallways of the backstage area seem longer than they ever have before, and you can’t help the antsy feeling that creeps over you. 

Upon turning the corner, you spot Jisoo outside of Jennie’s door, a heavy look of contemplation on her face. When her eyes meet yours, worry flashes across her features -- considering how strong she always stays for the other girls, this comes as a bit of a surprise. Despite the stutter in your step after seeing that, you continue on nonetheless.

Rosé and Lisa are further down the hall, the low chatter of their voices carrying over to Jisoo and yourself. “This one was pretty bad, Y/N. Take care of her, okay? I’ll keep the others occupied.” With a nod, the two of you part ways, and you open the door.

You make sure to enter slowly, not wanting to burst in and frighten her in her already anxious state. “Hey, jagi. Come here.” The words come out softly, a gentle request, as you open your arms to her and sit down beside her on the small couch. Wordlessly, she crawls over to you and settles against you. Now, holding her close, you can feel every tremble and sniffle that she lets out. Your world shatters a little more with each erratic pulse of her untamed heart -- you can feel every beat against your own chest. Her head is resting on your shoulder, her warm cheek pressing against your skin, and her lips lightly brush your neck.

It wasn’t anything sexual -- it’s something that she does everytime you hold her, no matter what. She once told you that it brought her comfort to feel your pulse point against her lips, the steady beat working to regulate her own. So, everytime she gets anxious, you assume this position with her. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t get here sooner, but I’m here now, baby. I’m not going anywhere.” Your left hand rubs soothing circles on her lower back as you use your other to play with her hair, knowing the calming effect it has on her. Her body begins to relax into you, and you feel the weight start to lift from your shoulders.

Having an inconsiderate boss always sucked, but never more so than at times like these. Even after explaining your reason for needing to leave early, he didn’t budge. He fired off the cliché, “If I let you do it, then I’ll have to let everyone do it too!” In a moment of crisis, Jennie needed you more than anyone else, and you couldn’t even be there for her. Even though it wasn’t your fault, you can’t help but feel guilty about it. Her reasoning for finding such comfort in your mere presence still baffles you, but you’re always willing to offer it when she needs it. 

She must have noticed the dejected look on your face, because she pushes herself up enough to press a kiss to your cheek. “I love you; thank you for being here. Now, will you tell me about your day?” You nearly melt at the sound of her sweet voice, paired with her declaration of love. It still makes your heart skip a beat, and based on the light smile that tugs on her lips, you’re sure that she felt it.

Her words serve as your command, and soon you’re filling her in on everything that happened throughout the day. Jennie could listen to you talk about absolute nonsense for hours on end; she loves the sound of your voice, and she takes solace in the vibrations of your body as you speak. All of those things -- some of her favorite things about you -- are a combination that never fails to take her mind off of anything that’s stressing her out. If she’s honest with herself, everything about you cheers her up. The way your face lights up when you see her, the feeling of your arms wrapped around her, your sense of humor, your kindness, the warmth that you radiate just by being yourself -- she could go on and on forever. No amount of words could possibly convey how thankful she is for you and all that you do for her. 

It goes without saying that you feel the same way about her. You suffer from anxiety, too, and she’s always by your side in an instant whenever it gets especially hard to handle. Her perfume would wash over you, and she would pepper kisses across your skin. Words of affirmation would spill from her lips and drift to your ears, working to bring you back down to Earth. She always knew just what to do to help, and you often thank your lucky stars for aligning with hers.

Things like that can really make or break a relationship -- dealing with stressors and pressure is never easy, but it can certainly bring people closer together. Before you even started dating, Jennie knew you were special; being around you brought her comfort like no other, and she quickly realized that she would choose to spend all of her time with you if she could. Anytime she thinks about her future, you’re always in it; you’re a complex puzzle that she wants to spend her life unraveling and solving.

After spending the better part of an hour like that -- limbs entangled as you talk with one another -- Jennie’s feeling a lot better. Her heartbeat is steady now, and that suffocating feeling of panic is long gone. 

“What would I do without you, huh?” She asks, nudging your shoulder as she sits up to face you. 

“Hmmm, I don’t know,” You start, looking off dramatically while you pretend to think. “Probably be really bored without all of my awesomeness around.”

Your dorky response earns you a chuckle, and she shakes that beautiful head at you. 

“I think you might be right about that one.” She tilts her head to the side, her eyes shining with a look of pure adoration. 

She rests her forehead against yours and guides your hand to her chest. It’s her special thing that she always does after an attack; she wants you to be aware of what your help does to her. The rhythm of her heart is constant against your palm, and her fingers slide up to lace with your own. Knowing that she’s comfortable now is the only reward you could ever ask for.

“I love you so much, Jennie. You’re so strong.” 

“I couldn’t do it without you.”

Her lips find their way to yours, and you can taste the gloss on them as she deepens the kiss. Before long, she’s worked her way into your lap, her hair falling like a curtain around the two of you. Unbeknownst to you, moments like these got her through some very hard times; her mind would recall the memories of how her skin felt against yours, the sighs that would leave your lips as she would kiss down your jawline, how just one touch from you could send her wild, etc. Her safe place is you, and she’ll do everything in her power to always remind you of that.

Just as her fingers begin to undo the buttons of your shirt, the building’s intercom starts up, and the sound echoes loudly across the building. Jennie startles, falling forward against you, and lets out a surprised yelp. Despite your efforts, you can’t stop the small giggle that leaves your lips at how easily she gets scared. She playfully smacks your shoulder and tries to give you an angry look; she can’t keep it up for long, and soon the two of you find yourselves in the middle of a laughing fit.

You give her cheeks a little squish before saying, “You’re the cutest ever.” Following this, she boops your nose and replies with confidence: “I know.”

She pecks your lips one final time before standing up and tugging you along with her. “We’d better go find the girls now.” 

“Fiiiiiiiiine.” You drag out, your usual dramatic self coming back out to play. 

With that, the two of you head out to the main dressing room in search of the girls, hand in hand. 

~~~~~~~

“YAY! You’re here!” Lisa shouts, nearly knocking the two of you over with her bone-crushing embrace. 

“We sure are!” You struggle out, the words coming through as more of a pained wheeze than anything else.

Rosé and Jisoo manage to pry Lisa away, but soon all of you are hugging again anyway. Your little huddle is perfect, and you’re so thankful for the girls. Being surrounded by such genuine, talented people is a blessing, and you seriously wonder how you got so lucky. As the sounds of their jokes and laughter fill your ears, you can practically feel your heart soaring. 

“Time for dinner!” Rosé shouts, now walking out the door. 

“I’ll race you to the car!” Lisa rushes out, quickly darting past the other girl.

“Not fair, I wasn’t ready!” Their rapid footfalls fade as they get further and further away, and you just scoff at their antics. 

“Kids.” Jisoo says with a roll of her eyes, her inner mom showing.

Jennie leans into you, settling against your side, and lets out a content sigh.

In that moment, the dynamic between everyone so perfectly highlighted, you can’t help but think to yourself: there’s nowhere I’d rather be. 

#jennie kim #jennie x reader #jennie kim x fem reader #blackpink #blackpink oneshots #blackpink imagines #jennie imagine #let-them-read-fics

[feetoffire]

Captain Christopher Pike, the rec list

I had this almost finished and ready to post, and then the kitten wiped everything, so here it is, a gazillion years later than I wanted. Yay. 

Ongoing - the fic is complete, but not all chapters are posted

WIP - fic isn’t finished

Incomplete - last-updated-more-than-a-year-ago WIPs

recs under the cut; spoilers abound

AOS

Gen

Pike’s Office by AnxiouslyGoing. Poor Jim has a Tarsus related panic attack, and ends up sleeping in Pike’s office/on Pike’s lap. Academy Era, bonus appearance by Spock, dad!Pike. 2k oneshot.

Another Life by LullabyKnell. Time travel fix it for ST2009. As ever, LullabyKnell gave us a spectacular, delightfully well-written fic. Dadmiral Pike, even if he’s technically a captain at this point. No pairings, everything is platonic. 12 chapters, 61k, T. Complete. 

Watching the Cloud of Dust by AngelQueen. Pike runs into Spock Prime while seeing the Enterprise off. Cue melancholy fluff (it follows Spock Prime around like a dog). 1.7k oneshot, G.

Phil Boyce/Chris Pike

horizons universe by gracieminabox. Massive, massive series spanning the whole of Chris’ life. Not canon compliant, i.e. Pike Lives. “Christopher Pike, in word and in deed.” Series, 263k in seventeen parts, G-E. 

Altered Horizons by InsaneSociopath. The bar fight goes very differently because Chris gets elbowed in the face. Featuring depressed!bipolar!Chris, who is Not Having A Good Time, Emergency Department (ED) doc Bones, and mother-hen!Jim. Phil is essentially Sir Not Appearing In This Fic, but he and Chris are married. Seven chapters, 14k, G. Incomplete. I adore this one. 

When Darkness Drifts by InsaneSociopath. Tarsus fic. Jim gets adopted by Starfleet but still ends up on Tarsus, except Chris is there. All Tarsus-related warnings apply. Jim and Chris centric; Phil is most present in the last few chapters. Six chapters, 44k, M. Complete. 

Kinktober 2017 by nerdqueenenterprise. What it says on the tin. Series, 13k in eight parts, T-E. Complete. 

A Vacation Long Overdue by nerdqueenenterprise. Reunion sex, mostly. They haven’t seen each other in six months, so they take leave on a remote beach. ~9k oneshot, E. 

The Weight of a Man by imachar. Another huge series charting the evolution of Chris and Phil’s relationship. Both canon compliant and canon non-compliant, so there’s a choice if you want it. Series, 174k in sixteen parts, M-E. Complete. 

shatterproof by gracieminabox. Will Make You Cry. Phil’s POV, STID compliant, featuring a picture from their early days. 4.3k oneshot, M.

Winged Desires and Veiled Persuasions by imachar. Post-Narada, ignores/was written before STID. Bones ends up hanging out with Phil and Chris at Spuhura’s wedding reception, and then the three of them have sex in Phil and Chris’ hotel suite. Pretty much pure smut. 12k oneshot, E. 

McPike

The Wind and Its Satellite by severinne. Long series, some BDSM, eventual Bones/Jim/Pike. Something of a McPike classic. Series, 186k in twenty parts, M-E.

Partridge Fallen From the Pear Tree by severinne. Post-divorce Bones works as a prostitute to make ends meet. Pike comes to town to recruit him, ends up paying for a night without knowing Bones is Bones, and then they both freak the fuck out when Pike realizes who he is. More-or-less just smut and angst. Pre-canon. Three chapters, 12k, E. Complete.

Singularities Verse by FrancescaMonterone. Bones and Pike fall in love, Pike adopts Chekov, Jim is Jim. Bonus Admirals Archer and Reed, and Archer/Reed. Mostly pre-canon, ace Pike. Series, 81k in six parts, T. WIP. 

Need by Noranem. Post STID, Pike and Bones invite Jim into their relationship and their bed. Established McPike, early days Bones/Jim/Pike. Four chapters, 12k, E. Complete. 

Pirk

See All The Stars by HoneyBeeBritt. Chris and Jim fell in love some time before Daystrom. Fluff and angst, with a happy ending promised in part four. I come back to this one regularly, especially part one. Series, 6.2k in three parts, T-M. Ongoing.

Shining On The Quay by topaz. Post-Narada through Beyond, ignores STID. Chris and Jim fall in love, get together, and figure out how to keep a relationship going when one of them is in space and the other is an admiral. Series, 32k in three parts, E. Complete. 

You Still Got Wheels, Kid by withthepilot. Yes, this is partially on here because it’s one of the few (good) fem!Pike fics. Pre-canon, Pike finds out Jim’s alive because she (not Winona or Sam) is listed as his emergency contact. Prostitute Jim. Takes place two years before canon, I think. 12k oneshot, E. 

Moments along the path by InsaneSociopath. Jim, through no fault of his own, is assigned to Pike as an aide bc Command thinks he’s a loose cannon. Pike is delighted /s. (he warms up eventually.) Some Tarsus PTSD; also a fair amount of fluff. Academy Era slow burn that goes right through to (immediately) post-Narada. 46k oneshot, M. Second chapter is artwork. Long but 100% worth it. 

How Do You Want Me, How Do You Want Me? by babykid528. Get together via smut. Feelings abound but talking about them does not. 3k oneshot, E. 

The Ocean Between Us by severinne. They get a drink in a bar. They’re both dead. Something of a get-together fic. Can and Will sucker punch you with feels. STID compliant. 1k oneshot, T.

Mutual Profusion of Good Feeling (aka Wherein the Aliens have a Flair for Mood Lighting) by kayliemalinza. This doesn’t really count as Pirk, but it’s not platonic enough for the gen category. Away mission, the premise is ‘aliens made them do it’ but there’s no sex or fade to black. Romantic, I guess? I really don’t know, but the prose is gorgeous. Also a Pike Lives/returns to the Enterprise AU. 5k oneshot, T.

Timeline Shenanigans

In plain view by IceCream_Junkie, Killermanatee. Pike/Pike. What can I say? The image of Greenwood’s Pike and Mount’s Pike together is very pretty. 2k oneshot, E.

Out of This World by TheAsexualofSpades. Space Puns. That is all. 1.1k oneshot, G. 

Discovery/quasi-SNW

Gen

A Small Storm by EKthered. Spock goes to visit his captain and ends up comforting him instead. Post Boreth. 2.3k oneshot. 

you were never broken by ordinary things by SiderumInCaelo. Michael Burnham & Chris Pike. Michael has only an inkling of what’s going on, but she manages to comfort Chris anyway. Post Boreth. 1.2k oneshot. 

Piler | Chris Pike/Ash Tyler

the chair and the badge by ninjamcgarrett. The boys are soft and in love. Lots of smut, but a fair amount of plot. Their respective traumas are addressed too, so there’s plenty of h/c. Honestly? My favorite from this pairing. Series, 59k in five parts, M-E. Ongoing. 

Reality by aishahiwatari. Initially a take on how these two idiots settled their differences, and evolution from there. Part two is post-season two of Disco. Series, 5k in two parts, E. Complete.

survival is insufficient by topaz. Post-Disco; they get together to remember Discovery’s crew, and then they get together. Traumas are addressed. Part two is a sort-of case fic, TW starvation. Series, 33k in two parts, E. WIP.

Feeling Too Deeply by NightOfTheLand. Established Piler, post-Disco season two couch sex. 6k oneshot, E. 

dancing to a beat of our own, flying with the speakers blown by wolfhalls. Neither of them want to talk about anything, aka Horrible Coping Mechanisms TM. Bottom Pike, quasi-hurt/comfort. 2.7k oneshot, E. 

Christmas in Sickbay by lah_mrh. Chris is accident- and injury-prone and has a new reason to hate spiders. Ash just wants to spend time with his boyfriend. 1k oneshot, G. 

The Pillow Will Disappear When I Forget I Put a Pillow There, Worry Not by prototype_malice. Sleepy fluff and cuddles. (they deserve it.) 665 words, oneshot, G. 

Chris Pike/Una | Number One 

it will take place without witnesses by love_in_the_time_of_kohlinahr. Post Disco, Pike is struggling with the knowledge of his future, so he and Una play chess until stupid o’clock in the morning (as one does), and then he lowkey has a panic attack. Una POV. Also features sleepy sex, but it isn’t plot-important and can be skipped over, if you wish. 2k oneshot, E. 

Overtime by Astronoddingoff. Una has Thoughts about Chris working doubles for the better part of a week. Also men get pegged. Definite sub!Chris. 7k oneshot, E. 

Terminal Velocity by Astronoddingoff. Una pegs Chris and drags his favorite fantasy out of him. Chris is On Board with all of this. Implied poly!Chris (i.e. Boyce/Pike) and hardcore switch/sub vibes from Chris. 6.8k oneshot, E. 

All for One by knightinmourning. D/s universe, where Pike had/has to hide the fact that he’s a sub to make (and stay) captain. Mostly reccing for part two, which has a fair amount of hurt/comfort (and also hints at threatened sexual assault and definite torture; be forewarned). Technically also Chris/Phil and Chris/Spock, but there’s no pairing sex, and part two is entirely Una’s POV. Series, 4.2k in two parts, M-E. Probably incomplete. 

A Gentle Touch by jedi_harkness. Chris and Una shower together. Body worship, no sex. So Much Fluff (and also happy tears). It’s super sweet. 1.7k oneshot, T.

Phil Boyce/Chris Pike

Decompression by Astronoddingoff. Chris is elated by a recent treaty success and the time spent dirtside. Phil does his best to make him even happier. Lowkey sub Pike. Implied poly!Chris (i.e. Pike/One). 3.5k oneshot, E. 

Most Pike/Boyce fics fall under the AOS tags

Una/Phil/Chris

Triangulate by Astronoddingoff. Sex pollen, but they’re already-kind-of-mostly in an established relationship. Recent miscommunications lead to angst. They all love each other and they’re all idiots. Lowkey sub Pike. Two chapters, 20k, E. 

Holy by Astronoddingoff. Self-actualizing featuring religious guilt/conflict, i.e. Pike is a sub and religion is weird about enjoying yourself. 2.7k oneshot, E. 

Happy Birthday by MeganMoonlight. It’s Phil’s birthday. Cue breakfast in bed. 530 word oneshot, G. 

#christopher pike #star trek #trek aos #trek dis(co) #fic recs #christopher pike fic recs #pike/boyce #one/boyce/pike #pike/one #piler #mcpike #pirk #a couple disco-aos crossovers for funsies #captain dad pike #dadmiral pike

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— fangs dipped in wine

characters: chuuya nakahara, you

info: vampire au, lowkey suggestive, 2.3k

a/n: let's all pretend for a hot second bram stoker was an actual author in bsd and that instead of abilities, there are vampires<3 I'll probably do a p2 to this in a timeskip way so itll b more fun yay,,

Several days ago, it was just an idea. A laughing matter. A ‘what-if’ to build scenarios on and giggle.

Several days ago, it was night time too, the taste of alcohol fresh, her laugh right beneath your ear, it was warm, and bubbly and there was a sense of direction, a certainty.

Several days ago your friend hadn’t suddenly announced dropping out and moving out of the shared apartment you two had yet. Maybe she had been considering for a while now but in that very moment, it hadn’t happened yet, your world wasn’t upside down.

“Just imagine!-“ her breath fawned over your ear, glasses clinking against one another. “So I’m talking to this guy, right? Like music stuff, and movies, and all. No feelings whatsoever,” you found it hard not to roll your eyes and was met with a shove. “Not like that!” she protested. “He tells me about his boyfriend, I even helped him plan a surprise party once.”

“You cannot know if he’s faking…” you remember saying, in that knowing tone, smooth like silk and lecturing. “Yea whatever. Anyways! Get this:” placing the glass down in concentration that was foreign to her, you were intrigued.

“They don’t have vampires.”

“No way.” Slowing taking another sip from your drink, it sounded like a fantasy almost. Sure, there were rumors of not every country having vampires but it was numbered, there were so little, and the vampires? They were ever present.

“So he says: ‘Hey, aren’t they all rich peeps always wanting fresh blood? What if you have lots of blood already, and make a deal? You can trick them to pay you loads for it and you’d not even have to have them near your neck!’-“ she paused to let out a bark, you’re sure she’s been doing it since she first saw the message.

“And-“ another pause, to shed a tear, “and he says, ‘and if the vampire is hot? Bonus points! They got those fancy houses, you’d no longer pay rent either.’” The mocking of the voice comes to an end. “Can you believe? A deal, with a Vampire of all people! And he says rent fixed!”

You had to admit, for someone who claims to not met any vampires, it sounded charming on paper, but in Yokahoma?, not so much. At a moment of weakness, you looked at one another, daring, and next, breaking into a fit of laughter and downing the glass in one gulp.

How many days has it been since that night? Five? Maybe seven? It was long enough to miss her presence now, but too short to be threatened by the landlord.

One night you’re at your favorite pub with your dearest friend downing drink after drink. You can remember the stars in the sky that night, you thought it was just your brain imagining it, as well as the crescent moon hanging so delicately.

And next thing you know, you’ve just left this bar, despite the temperature it was cold on your bones, and here stands the redhead, his breath fawning over your neck, mouth open, but not to tell a story for the laughs.

He didn’t bother to hide the fangs and you didn’t bother to leave the place.

An idea you called stupid few nights ago just happened to make sense in that sad sulking state. And then he had to appear, with a glass of expensive wine, locks covering his face just fine, a vest that fits his body perfectly and fangs shining under the dim lights of the bar.

“Oh-kay, that’s enough.” You push his face off with your palm in one go. The ‘thump’ of his hat falling on the floor and the yelp coming from his lips fill the air.

“You’re no fun.” he pouts as he picks up his hat.

“So, how we’re doing this? And no, you cannot drink straight from my neck!” you finish before he can raise a finger.

A moment of silence follows the two of you, it’s a nice place. Expensive looking furniture though it’s more like a house from a catalogue than a home. Still, impressive –he, ‘what was his name again?’, definitely has a taste. The empty crystal glasses sit on the table, next to the bottle, a candle close to burning out completely flickers its flame lazily as your eyes wander.

Your gaze moves onto his sapphire eyes then, watching your every move and breath carefully, but not patiently. You can hear him vibrate with every molecule in his body, trying so hard not to lunge forward or speak up, maybe grab your arm and pull you back towards his chest.

“So? Hello?..” you drag the the ‘o’ and wave a hand in front of his face, “Anyone home?”

Like someone hypnotized stepping out of a trance at a snap of fingers, he jolts, pupils narrow, then widen and focus on your face. “Ah, sorry-“ he starts walking away.

Then he fakes a cough, as if you didn’t catch him staring already… Just how the hell did you find this guy in a city filled with vampires?

He stops, turns back, reaches for your hand and you let him. “Did you drink the wine?” he walks a step ahead, still hand in hand.

“If you ask me one more time, I’ll start suspecting you added some sort of drug.” This seems to get to him, obvious from the way he almost trips on his foot and turns back in a hurry, both hands up in defense and shaking his head like crazy.

“Wh- No- No, no no! It’s nothing like that- I-“ if he didn’t look so embarrassed, you’d even say he looks flustered. His rambling stops when you snort and decide to take pity on the guy.

“Relax I was just joking.” His shoulder drop in relief. “Besides, if you put anything, it’d have kicked in by now.”

“Ah, yeah, right…” he looks down, to his right, and that’s when you see the velvet couch there. He extends his hand, in an offering manner and follows you right after.

Reaching for a pocket in his vest, he whispers to himself, you barely hear. “I just like the taste of wine in blood...”

“Weird, not what I expected, but could be worse. I’ll take it.”

Another silence follows, he avoids your gaze while your eyes never leave his eyes fumbling with his vest and cape. Maybe it’s like one of those cape like jackets, certainly matches the vibe he carries.

Under the shivering candle light, he looks so different from the bold smug suave guy who brimmed with confidence, flashed his teeth like nothing, as if the world belongs to him and anything that does not care for him simply does not exist.

And now with the same face, sits besides you someone else, eyes cast down, hands fumbling, there’s comfort in knowing this is as awkward for you as for him.

(You wonder for a second if there’s something you can do to clear the atmosphere.)

“Maybe you should be having another glass instead of asking me.” You try to say nonchalantly and it takes him a second to get what you mean. Then he smiles, and the hint of a small giggle comes out and his body seems to calm down.

“Give me your hand.” He holds out his, the palm facing the ceiling. “Well? This is the easiest way to do it without leaving permanent marks.” He sounds irritated.

“Or noticeable.” You say and he repeats, a little impatient.

Giving him your less dominant hand, you eye the dagger for as long as you can. When the cold blade meets your palm, you can barely feel its weight.

“Okay, I’ll be honest here.” He stops midway, the dagger in the air. You raise an eyebrow, signaling him to continue. “I’ve never done… this before.”

“So- uh- whatever’s the standart payment, or the whole, you know,” he waves the hand holding the dagger in the air “etiquette for this.” He sounds to be relaxing with each word. And with him, so do you. Then comes back that familiar confidence from the earlier, decorated with a hint of threat and a dare. “Just- Don’t ever try to scam or fool me.”

And goes away the determined face, replaced with surprise, as you start laughing loud, one hand over your stomach.

“Look, listen-“ you stop as you’ve begun. “Chuuya.” He fills the gap for you.

“Listen, Chuuya.” You test his name on your lips. “I’m a broke college student who can get kicked out of their flat any day now. Crossing a vampire is the last thing on my list, trust me.”

Eyes soften, a genuine smile blooms and the silence to follow isn’t heavy anymore.

When he slashes the dagger over your hand, it doesn’t sting. The blood soon reaches the surface, red thick liquid glistening in the candle’s flame, ‘life’ it says.

This is what they want, why they want it, drink it, kill for it.

Hidden in the blood, is life, with all it has seen and will see, warm, moving, trusting.

You watch in a daze as he brings your hand to his mouth. Cold lips make content with your skin, how cold and lifeless they feel against you, you see in clear contrast. The sinking of teeth doesn’t come, you don’t flinch. You can tell he’s making an effort not to bite too hard into your giving hand. Drinking the blood slowly, trying to contain himself from getting greedy, there’s no sound in the air except for your loud heartbeat, echoing in your ear and fastening with each move of his back.

The glimpse of a smile you catch in this scene before you tells, he can hear it too, and probably relish in it.

With each flicker of the flame, his lips start to feel warmer and soon he straightens up. Not a single speck of blood on his frame, he offers you the same smug smile from earlier.

Blood makes place for itself on his face, like roses blooming under the sun. His skin gains color, you didn’t notice just how dull and gray he was up until now. Life spreads so fast in his limbs, soon you can feel his warmth near you, in the air, in your hand, on the spot your knees touch. Once the base color is done, pink decorates his cheeks faintly, most likely an after effect of all that wine.

Maybe if he intervened his fingers with yours, it’d feel warmer, and in a weird way, safer.

Watching your eyes on him with amusement in his crystal ones, he seems to enjoy this, that is until his eyes focus on a spot of yours and cannot stop examining every other spot, every single pore, mark, hair and color you have, memories you carry.

The flicker of the light blends in, the warmth pulls the two of you in, time feels gone, like it never existed, maybe nothing every existed except for the two of you sitting before each other.

A sudden crash, from the outside and the magic is gone with a snap.

Noticing your hands, you pull it back to your chest fast.

His goes back to his head and he looks away, anther shy smile on his face.

“What- How should we proceed next?” he breaks the silence first, attempting to gather back a sense of seriousness to his voice. In a way, he should too, this is technically business, isn’t it?

Glancing at your palm, you open and close it few times. Not a speck of pain is there.

“Once every week maybe? If that’s alright. Although we may cancel few weeks, you never know what comes up last minute.”

The dagger nowhere in sight, probably returned to a pocket of his already, he looks pleased with your reply. “Sounds good to me.”

Without further ado, you get up to look for the door you first walked in.

“Wait!-“ he follows in a hurry, almost slipping, again, and trying to find something in his jacket.

Go you! For forgetting why you agreed to a vampire’s house in the first place. “Is- uh- is this alright? Or is it so little? We never discussed payment, y’know.” He holds out a lot more than you expected, but then again, vampires live for thousands of years. He must have quite the amount lying around somewhere after all.

Unsure what to do with the money he slips into your hand, you meet his eyes. “That’s… more than enough actually. Thanks.”

He rests one hand on hip, taking in your surprised face. “Don’t mention it. I’ve got plenty.” Touching your elbow lightly, he guides you to the door, dragging his feet. By the time you reach the door, he makes no move to open it, not that it was ever locked in the first place.

Turning of the knob, you take a step ahead, motions limited on both sides; dragging, waiting for something to happen, something to be said, for the air to be broken.

By the time you’re one foot outside, he clears his throat with a fake cough, covering his mouth. “Same time, same place, next week?” his gaze cast on the floor, stealing glances to see what you will do next.

You turn to him with a smile. “Works for me.” And tilt your head “but what if one of us cannot find the other?”

“Oh I’ll find you alright.” He chuckles with a grin. Truly a sight to sell the whole vampire image he got going, even if he hadn’t been one.

Feet standing next to each other, you’re out now, furrowing your eyebrows with a look of disapproval to match his grin, unimpressed.

“You sound like a creep. Don’t do it again.”

And with it, you turn your back to him, already on your way. The ginger left behind, an unfinished “okay” hanging on his lips, eyes focused on your form, swallowed by the shadows, waiting for the next night to be spent with you, already impatient.

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