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ministarfruit · 2 years

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blackmadhi week day 2: fake dating au 📞

aka I did it, I finally drew fanart for this beautiful behemoth of a fic!! come read it here, for a bad time call simon blackquill by nerdyskeleton

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Comic art is drawn to correspond with the events of the ad posted in the fic as follows:

“Do you hate your family? I want to hate them too!

I’m a 29 year old ex-convict (didn’t actually kill anyone, don’t worry) who probably hates your family and probably doesn’t have anything to do but terrorize them. I will be your platonic date to a stupid family dinner or gathering for one (1) night/event.

I work at a noodle place and will get buckwheat flour all over your family members, if you ask me to. I will also make fun of you and your family members, because that’s all I do in general anyway. Other services include telling scary prison stories, threatening to show any possible prison scars, pretending to get very drunk, hitting on a different family member, or hitting a family member. May be convinced to propose to you in front of your family members, too.

Feed me and maybe give me $30?��

This cuts into the next scene, which is mid phone call with Simon and Nahyuta. This is lifted directly from the fic, with talking tags added below where it may not be clear without context.

“I will pay you. More than what the ad said.” [Nahyuta told him.]

“How much?” Simon asked. If it was a big enough sum, it might be worth it to spend a few agonizing hours with this man and his shitty family.

“$200. I’ll make it $300 if you bring flour to get all over my brat of a little sister. The ad said that you would do that.”

Ye gods, if this right bastard of a man thought that his little sister was a brat she must be terrible.

“Will you do it now?”

“…Fine.”

“Excellent. That’s what I thought your answer would be in the end, Simon. What’s your full name?”

“Simon Blackquill,” he ground out.

“And I’m Nahyuta Sahdmadhi. Can you promise to be as insufferable to the rest of my family and friends as you have been to me?”

#long post #ace attorney #fic #blackmadhiweek2022 #blackmadhi #simon blackquill #nahyuta sahdmadhi #and EVERYONE ELSE #shoutout to laura nerdyskeleton and also mr darcy the cat #I did not @ this time because this fic is old and I'm like.#oh god what if fanart for a 5yo fic is weird #embarrassing. but not enough to not post this #nevertheless if laura does see this HI and also YOU ROCK!!!!!#and also STAY AWESOME STAY COOL #SAY HI TO MR DARCY FOR ME #I could not possibly condense my thoughts on this huge fic #in this tiny tag section #it's over 300k and there's a sequel WHAT ELSE CAN I SAY #made me cry. made me scream. made me laugh so hard i cried. etc etc #when I say laura gets romcoms to the core. it's true #I actually almost didn't finish this because I was rereading the fic instead #I WAS TRYING TO FIND SCENES AND IT SUCKED ME IN #my friend once said wanting to re-experience something is the highest compliment #possibly related but I have read this fic in its entirety at least three times. now four #fic writers are the backbone I'LL SAY IT AGAIN #btw everyone who had Bad Time as their blackmadhi initiation fic...#go say something nice to the author. go on #thank you laura. just in general #side note: I cut a single line in the phone call because the $30 was already mentioned #in the comic format I chose!

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vroomian · 7 months

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Solas is the most fun when he’s a powerful machiavellian immortal war general and a stuffy poetic nerd who somehow escaped a Victorian romance novel

#he contains multitudes #vrrm vrrm #dai #like real people do: the fic #I think solas could pull off a mr darcy impression

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bucketwritingpail · 6 months

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I want- i want to write a Pride and Prejudice Dead On Main fic

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halfagony-halfhope · 7 months

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do i like fics where darcy and mr. bennet become good friends before his marriage to elizabeth? yes. but like, if we are being real, i think it would be really difficult to darcy respect mr. bennet bc of the way he behaves as a husband and father. darcy being someone who takes his duties seriously can’t admit someone ignoring their responsibilities.

#that post got me thinking #😅#on the other hand i also love those fics where elizabeth opens darcy’s eyes #and makes him realize that even though mrs. bennet goes about it all wrong #she just wants to see her daughters safe and well settled #don’t take me wrong #everyone has flaws in this novel #but it’s good to try to see things from their perspective

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lunalockley · 2 years

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Body and soul

Masterlist

Steven Grant x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Fluff and more fluff

Summary: After a long day you get home to watch your favorite movie with your favorite soft boy

Words: 800, working on making them longer

Notes: There's some rain, some Pride and Prejudice, some kisses and some fluffy Steven <3

It’s raining on your way back home. The city lights reflect a dazzling echo on the wet pavement, raindrops looking like sparkles on the ground. It’s magical. But you feel too exhausted to appreciate it.

You had too much work to get done today, having barely a few minutes to have a snack every now and then and now you are starving. Your head is pounding at your temples. Your hands are numb and your feet are creeping cold despite the warm socks you’re wearing under your shoes. Even your ears hurt from the chilling air.

All you can think is to put yourself under a stream of hot water and lay on the sofa wearing the comfiest sweatsuit you own with a big cup of hot tea. You don’t even feel like cooking, you’ll order some dinner while you wait for Steven to get home.

That’s what you are thinking when you open your flat’s door and the smell of your favorite soup feels so good that almost makes you cry. As soon as he sees you Steven rushes to kiss you, taking care of your umbrella and coat while he tells you they closed the museum early for lack of visitors.

But instead of answering you only react by holding him as close as you can. His embrace instantly makes you feel better.

You’d think your cold nose against his neck would make him flinch but he only hugs you tighter. Like he knew the warmth of his body has the power to soothe any pain.

“It’s freezing cold, isn’t love?” he asks, smoothing your hair and brushing his fingers in your neck, realizing the tension effortlessly. “I wanted to surprise you by picking you up at work but then I thought that waiting for you with some warm food was better”.

At your lack of words, he backs up a little to look at your face. And he doesn’t even need to ask, he already knows. That’s how much in sync he is with you. You could bet even your heartbeats pound in perfect harmonization.

“What if you change into some comfortable clothes and we have dinner watching whatever you feel like watching? Hmm? What'd you think, love?”

Yet, it still astonishes you how he always knows exactly what to say and what to do to make you feel better. You think he doesn’t even notice it because that’s who he is. Being this kind, considerate, and thoughtful is a second nature to him. It’s as natural to him as breathing.

So later, even when Pride and Prejudice it’s one of your favorite movies, you spent half of the time watching him instead. You’re hypnotized by his genuine reactions, despite the fact he must have watched the movie as many times as you have. You’re absorbed by how he’s not scared of showing his emotions. Completely caught up by the strength behind his open vulnerability.

You melt when he says he gets Darcy’s hand flex because that’s how he feels every time he touches you, when he shakes his head in disapproval at the appearance of Mr. Wickham, when he softly hums the melody of the dancing scene into your neck, when he laughs at the one flower Collin uses to propose, when he holds you closer at Darcy’s confession, when he caresses your hands holding them to his chest at the dawn scene, when he gets teary watching the emotion on Mr. Bennet's face at the end of the movie, and when he helps you get up from the couch, saying he can’t offer you half of Pemberley but all of his heart.

But then he makes you weak on the knees by repeating Darcy’s words in between kisses while leading your way to the bed: “You have bewitched me,” the gentle caresses of his palms on your cheeks, the breathlessness of his low voice sending goosebumps all over your skin, “body and soul”.

You turn around and push him into the mattress. Climbing onto him and easing with your lips that point where his brows meet sometimes, pronouncing the words as a veneration: “And I love,” a fluttering kiss on his eyelids that steal him a soft sight. “I love,” gentle kisses on his flushed cheekbones. Then you back up a little to look him in the eyes, your heart hammering in your chest and all the discomforts of the day long-forgotten as you whisper “I love you”.

#how says you can't have mr. darcy and steven grant in the same fic #just me being greedy #steven grant #steven grant fluff #steven grant x reader #moon knight #moon knight x reader #jake lockley x reader #moon knight fanfiction #steven grant x you #moon knight imagines #steven grant smut #mcu moon knight #pride and prejudice

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redroomroaving · 18 days

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Spring: Rolan x Geraldus (Regency AU fic, Mature)

“You can say it,” Rolan said quietly, even though he knew he shouldn't either. The quiet thrill of it was undeniable; a momentary lifting of a veil, of seeing something in the threads between all things that people like him walked about so expertly, but must have been so very clear to those for whom things such as propriety and stature had no influence. “He's a horrible man,” Geraldus said, voice barely above a whisper, but not averting his eyes this time. Rolan felt his chest tighten abruptly - a wave, deep and low inside him stirring and suddenly crashing against the walls within.

A short regency AU style multi shot in which Rolan and Geraldus get caught in a canal boat in a summer storm.

(might continue this, idk - let me know?

ETA: Ok definitely continuing now a planned short multi shot fic)

#geraldus x rolan #rolan x geraldus #harper geraldus #regency au #rolan going mr darcy #if you like regency AUs and gettin' caught in the rain #baldurs gate fic #bg3 fic #one shots #bg3 rolan #bg3 geraldus #rolan #holy rolan empire #harper prince hamlet #roaving stuff

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blossoms-and-petrichor · 9 months

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Can you imagine Darcy spending more time around Mr. Farouk and realizing that "strict" was never an excuse for her mom because strict really should just mean being set on rules and boundaries, not breaking down a child's sense of self.

#mr. farouk would be her emotional support teacher calling it. rn.#darcy #someone write a fic please #heartstopper

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redscrawl · 1 year

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In Succ 4 i don’t need tomgreg to go completely canon, i just want tom to do the Mr Darcy Hand Flex after talking to greg

#has anyone else read that one tomgreg mr darcy amnesia fic?#i have the craziest takes #why do you guys follow me #succession #succposting #tomgreg #waystar royco #tom wambsgans #greg hirsch #matthew macfadyen #nicholas braun #pride and predjudice #pride and predjudice 2005 #mr darcy #i’m so normal #is this too niche

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luvbugs-blog · 1 year

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most ardently

this is inspired by the two proposal scenes in pride and prejudice 2005 (which is one of my comfort movie). a sort of enemies to lovers with shoto todoroki.

(disclaimer: these two scenes are not mine! they are just something i changed up a little for the purpose of this fic! and the characters do not belong to me! i do not want copywrite issues!)

no warnings! angst to fluff! (if you enjoy this, please give me recs on what to write next. i am SEVERLY suffering from writer's block)

also, the tinist bit of iida x ochako, one because i just saw the cutest tik tok shipping them, and two because, why not?

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despite the party still raging on inside the dorms of class 3-A, you storm out of the building as fast as you could. you couldn't help but balk at the audacity of todoroki. it was pouring rain, but you didn't care. all you could think about was what midoriya accidentally spilled to you. how shoto had ruined your best friend's relationship, by warning off her beloved. then other memories of him started to bubble up, and soon, you were filled with rage. how he had constantly looked down on you, despite your cheerful attempts to get him to engage. how he always stood in the corner of the room at every party or get-together, looking around disdainfully, as if he wished he could be anywhere else. how, the first night you met him, he insulted your vanity, saying that your looks were not near pretty enough to tempt him, when he wasn't aware that you and your friend were in earshot.

making your way under some shelter, a few blocks from UA, you leaned against the wall, trying to catch your breath. in focusing on that, you do not notice a figure come up beside you.

when shoto clears his throat, you gasp, your mind going through thousands of explanations that could explain why your enemy has followed you. but before you can come up with any plausible choice, he speaks.

"l/n. i have struggled in vain and i can bear it no longer. these past months have been a torment. i came to this party with the single object of seeing you. i had to see you."

you stare at him in complete shock and confusion. what on earth is he getting at? but before you can voice any of these things, he continues on.

"i've fought against my better judgment, my family's expectation, the inferiority of your birth, my rank and circumstance,"

anger filled your gut once again as he spoke. well, your parents were no number one hero, but they were doing just fine with themselves! and even though you and your family weren't rich, it wasn't like you were poor! how dare he utter those words to you. and yet he continued.

"all those things, but i'm willing to put them aside and ask you to send my agony."

"i don't understand".

and before the last syllable falls off your lips, he utters "i love you."

he stares at you and steps closer. "most ardently." his voice shakes, and you feel so many different, contradicting emotions.

he swallows when you do not respond. "please do me the honor of accepting my hand."

there was a pause as you tried to recover yourself. finally you speak.

"todoroki, i appreciate the struggle you have been through, and i am very sorry to have caused you pain. believe me, it was unconsciously done."

his gaze hardens a bit. "is this your reply?"

"it is"

the rain continued pouring down around you.

"are you," he blinks. "are you laughing at me?"

"no" you respond sharply.

"are you rejecting me?"

you almost scoff, trying not to roll your eyes. "i'm sure that the feelings which have hindered your regard will help you in overcoming it."

his arms sway against his side for a bit, as if he wasn't expecting this response.

"might I ask why you rejected me with little hesitation? am i so repulsive?"

stalking up to him, you get in his face, pointing a finger at his chest. "i might as well ask why, with so clearly a motive of insulting me, you chose to tell me that you liked me against your better judgment?"

his eyes widened, and he tried to double back. "no, believe me, i didn't mean-"

but this time, you didn't give him a chance to finish. "and if i was so uncivil for you to be with, then there's your excuse for such mockery of my character, but i have other reasons to reject you, you know i have!"

"what reasons?" the fact that he actually seemed shocked about this made you even angrier. you take a step back and wipe your face, clearing the raindrops that stained it.

"do you think that anything might tempt me to accept the man who has ruined the happiness of a most beloved friend?"

he stared at you, his mouth agape. he gave no answer, so you pressed on. "do you deny it, todoroki?"

nothing.

again you ask, "do you deny it, shoto? that you separated a young couple who loved each other, exposing your friend to the same heartbreak you subjected my best friend too? that you allowed them such misery?"

"i do not deny it."

"how could you do that?"

"because i believed your friend to be indifferent."

you actually scoff this time. "indifferent?"

"i watched them most carefully, and realized his attachment was much deeper than hers," he managed to stutter out.

"that's because she's shy!"

"iida too is modest, and was persuaded that she didn't feel strongly for him"

"he was only persuaded because you suggested it!" you started to raise your voice, overwhelmed with the truth.

shoto scoffed and looked away. "i did it for his own good."

"OCHAKO BARELY REVEALS HER TRUE FEELINGS TO ME!" you try to calm yourself, but nothing was working. "i suppose you suspect that his fortune had some bearing on the matter?"

shoto inhales quickly. "no! i would never do your friend the dishonor. although it was suggested that dating him would be advantageous."

"did ochako give that impression?"

"no! it pains me to say this, but it was shown in the lack of propriety by your other friends."

"wow."

"so this is your opinion of me? thank you for explaining so fully," he spat, "perhaps these offenses might have been overlooked, if your pride had not been hurt-"

you almost laugh in his face. "my pride?"

"- by my honesty in admitting scruples about our relationship. could you really expect me to rejoice in the inferiority of your circumstances?"

"and those are the words of a gentleman? from the first moment i met you, your arrogance and conceit, your selfish disdain of the feelings of others, made me realize that you were the last man in the world I could ever be prevailed upon to be with!"

shoto recoils, as though he had been slapped. "forgive me for taking up so much of your time." he abruptly turns to leave, not noticing the tears in your eyes due to the matching ones in his.

after he was out of sight, you fall to the wet ground, sobbing.

over the next three months, the two of you barely speak. and over that time, you really reflect on your time together. you realize that your feelings about him ran deeper than you thought, and you often cried about what could have been. but your pride prevented you from doing anything about it. you tried to put on a happy face around your friends, but they knew.

one night, at another party, this one to celebrate the end of midterms, you think back bitterly to how the last party ended for you. but you couldn't be too upset, when you see ochaco and iida cuddling in the corner. you were so happy for your friend, and apparently, everyone else too, and the couple got berated by their classmates the rest of the evening. smiling to yourself, you look around the room, before you meet mismatched eyes which cause your smile to drop. feeling overcome with sadness, you walk out of the party again, not wanting to ruin the mood.

the stars were beautiful tonight, but it was a bit chilly for you to properly enjoy them. you sit on some random bench you come across, just thinking. then, across the street, you see someone emerge. standing up, you wave him over. "shoto!"

"what are you doing out here?"

"oh, i," you were too embarrassed to tell him the real reason. "i just needed some fresh air." he hums in response, and silence falls.

you look at him, in all his glory, with his mismatched hair flowing in the wind. you shiver, which he notices, and suddenly the air around you is warmer. you smile at him, and his blushes.

"thank you for the kindness you showed to ochako. i need to make amends with you immediately."

"you must know," he responds quietly, "surely, you must know it was all for you. i thought you hated me. but when i saw you looking at me at the party, i allowed myself to hope, which i scarcely did before. if your feelings are still what they were, tell me so at once. my affections and wishes are unchanged, but one word from you will silence me forever."

relishing in his words, you remain silent. so he continues.

"if your feelings however, have changed," he trailed off, so you look at him.

he looks as though he is gathering confidence before turning to you fully, looking you in the eye, and grabbing your hand. "i would have to tell you, you have bewitched me body and soul and i love… i love, i love you. i never wish to be parted from you from this day on."

tears fill your eyes as you launch yourself at him. he holds you close, and you whisper. "i love you as well." you look at him with a twinkle in your eye and tilt your head. "most ardently."

he laughs, and you envelope yourself in it. he turns your head to face him and presses a soft kiss to your lips, which you return without hesitation.

author's note: i'm a little conflicted with this. i didn't want to change up the wording, but now it sounds like he's actually proposing, and you guys are still supposed to be at UA, and when i did change up the wording, it just feels wrong? i also cut the first proposal a little short to get the story moving. i hope you can find it somewhere inside of you to forgive me.

... oh well, just imagine it all works out the way i wanted it to in my head. lol. love you all, and i hope you are all having a wonderful week!

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anghraine · 1 year

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I talked about it last year, but it's Christmas Eve and I'm going to talk about it again!

We know that Elizabeth and Darcy invite all the Gardiners to Pemberley for the Christmas following their marriage. I suspect Darcy would insist on paying to smooth out the various complications of getting from London to Pemberley with children, and thus the invitation would not impose extra expenses on the Gardiners. (Darcy might have to apply epistolary peer pressure to do this, but he's honestly pretty good at that.)

This may be the first time since Georgiana's early childhood that there were any young children in the family at Pemberley. If so, it hasn't really happened since Darcy and Georgiana's father was alive, so even with Austen's relative unsentimentality about children, it's still probably a big deal on their side.

But also, I occasionally entertain myself by imagining what it would be like for the children, especially the oldest, a girl of eight. The other children are six or younger, and I suspect they're not going to have clear memories of life before their cousins' marriages (especially the boys, but perhaps even the six-year-old girl). An eight-year-old, though?

Miss Gardiner, I think, would have a very clear sense of life at home vs holidays at her aunt Bennet's much bigger house at Longbourn. The Gardiners seem to be quite well-off, but I doubt they're extravagant in the way of Mrs Bennet or living at the edge of their income—there's a reason they continue to live within sight of Mr Gardiner's warehouses. So a middling kind of genteel estate like Longbourn would probably seem quite grand vs her house in Gracechurch Street.

And then she goes to Pemberley.

Note: I've occasionally seen it suggested that Pemberley is a more or less ordinary gentleman's estate that is just really pretty and has a bunch of land attached, which I think is manifestly false. Apart from the architectural and landscaping details which suggest otherwise on their own, Elizabeth does note that the interior is suitable to Darcy's wealth and markedly elegant, yet understated by contrast to the OTT splendor of Rosings; this is a mark of aesthetic taste, not humility.

So I think Pemberley's elegance is about what you would expect from the combination of what they would consider good taste (furnishings along finer lines than the heavier and more ornate furniture of the past, restraint in decoration and semi-naturalistic landscape, that sort of thing) and an income greater than the average lord's. It looks like what it is.

The point is that for this young girl who does not always (perhaps often) accompany her parents' travels, Longbourn is probably a lot. Pemberley is a lot more. She was probably warned that it was much grander than most (or all) of what she'd seen before, but even so, I think that she's just the right age to be really powerfully struck by a place like that, and a place like that being Elizabeth's home. That's the moment, I imagine, when she realizes that things are going to be different now.

Jumping even more into headcanon, I also imagine that later, when Miss Gardiner is going to come into society, the Darcys very much want to do whatever they can for her. Ten years after that Christmas at Pemberley, their own children (assuming they have them) would still be young. Miss Gardiner would be eighteen, though—just the right age to come out. And I kind of love the idea of the Darcys hosting a big winter coming-out ball for the daughter of their beloved relations in trade.

Of course, she'd have gone to Pemberley more than those two times. But I imagine that first, powerful impression in that first Christmas at Pemberley is very much with her as she dances at her first ball.

#anghraine babbles #anghraine's headcanons #austen blogging #lucy gardiner #is the name i usually go with for her #(no connection to the lucyfic; i wanted a period typical name and had used it for a relative of mrs g's in a different fic)#elizabeth bennet #fitzwilliam darcy #otp of otps #edward gardiner #m gardiner #austen fanwank #christmas blogging #long post #i have a lot of feelings about a ball that i one hundred percent made up

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