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gallifreyanhotfive · 3 months

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Random Doctor Who Facts You Might Not Know, Part 5

The Eleventh Doctor is called the Anti-Squid. It means he is the Devil of the Space Squid Religion.

Kovarian taught the assassins she raised to refer to the Doctor as the Demon and the sound the TARDIS makes as the Demon's roar.

The Eighth Doctor has a tattoo of a man turning into a jaguar.

Grace Holloway eventually worked in a MI6 sponsored genetics lab to test the substance the Master had spat at her during the TV Movie in the hopes of creating a Time Lord-human hybrid capable of regeneration. Unfortunately, the Master had at the time been a Deathworm Morphant, and her associate became a Morphant-human hybrid. The Doctor chastised her for this.

Speaking of experiments involving regeneration, the Forge was an intelligence organization that did all sorts of experiments, including Project: Lazarus. This operation was designed to discover how regeneration worked.

Nyssa collapses in Four to Doomsday and exhibited psychic powers in Time-Flight. This is because Kwundaar, a pre-universe being who had originally created the Source, chose her for his manipulations because she was a Traken native who had left the union.

The Fourth Doctor took Liz Shaw on adventures for a little while.

The First Doctor also tried to kill the would-be dictator as a baby. While queuing up to see the baby at the christening, he dropped the knife he had been planning on using to kill them. Annoyed with his clumsiness, he left with Susan.

Runcible was a hall monitor in the Academy who had mutual bad blood with the Doctor and his friends. He would one day be literally stabbed in the back by the Master.

Borusa taught the Doctor when they were young to fear the regenerative process.

Clara Oswald's mother died on the same day as the Auton Invasion in the episode Rose.

Not all TARDISes are capable of flight.

While being affected by the Gommen Machine, K9 thought that he was a stuntman and that Nyssa was his daughter.

After Nyssa and the Fifth Doctor were splintered in time and trapped in a time bubble, they became something akin to psychic vampires, eating the memories of the villagers nearby.

Anzor was a school bully at the Academy who used a torture device called a galvaniser on his classmates. He would most notably torment the Doctor, using this device and making him do his navigational homework because he wasn't smart enough to do so. The Sixth Doctor was still terrified of Anzor, trying to hide from him when they met.

The Sixth Doctor believed that the Third Doctor had an unusual dress sense.

The Third Doctor was able to control his pheromones to communicate with the Builders, which resembled eight inch slugs.

The TARDIS kitchen restocks itself every morning.

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28

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featherlouise · 2 months

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Guess who queued a post yesterday and it didn’t show uuuuuup~

Happy belated Valentine’s Day!!! Have some idiots

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 | 27 | 28 | 29 | 30

Close up under the cut bc tumblr images are crunchy as hell

#rfds bad end #rfdsbe art #my art #ocs #hollow knight #hollow knight gijinka #pure vessel #hk pv #the hollow knight #hk hollow #gijinka #thk #huevember

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keiho · 7 months

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kinktober 2023 masterlist

#note — thank you to everyone who requested a fic for this event <3! i appreciate all of you so much :) also, to those whose requests got moved around or pushed back because of scheduling, i am genuinely sorry </3 i had an uneven number of requests and had to make it even throughout the month.

#info — every fic will be queued for 9pm mst (gmt-6). please read all warnings on the fics before engaging; i am not responsible for anything you read that you don't like. click the 🔗 on each day to read the fic.

#taglist — #userkeiho:ktbr2023 ; follow this tag instead!

#status — ongoing + closed

꒰🔗꒱ SUN OCT 01 — praise ⤷ choi soobin . . . req: 🦎 anon

꒰🔗꒱ TUES OCT 03 — threesomes ⤷ choi yeonjun & choi beomgyu . . . req: 🧸 anon

꒰🔗꒱ WED OCT 04 — edging ⤷ bang chan . . . req: @whatudowhennooneseesyou

꒰🔗꒱ THUR OCT 05 — hierophilia ⤷ yang jeongin . . . req: 🎩 anon

꒰🔗꒱ SAT OCT 07 — size difference ⤷ huening kai . . . req: my whore anon

꒰🔗꒱ MON OCT 09 — marking ⤷ choi yeonjun . . . req: @maltesegyu

꒰🔗꒱ WED OCT 11 — exhibitionism ⤷ huening kai . . . req: 🎨 anon

꒰🔗꒱ THUR OCT 12 — shower sex ⤷ huening kai . . . req: anon

꒰🔗꒱ FRI OCT 13 — choking ⤷ choi beomgyu . . . req: anon

꒰🔗꒱ SUN OCT 15 — thigh riding ⤷ kang taehyun . . . req: anon

꒰🔗꒱ TUE OCT 17 — mutual masturbation ⤷ choi soobin . . . req: anon

꒰🔗꒱ THUR OCT 19 — sexting ⤷ lee minho . . . req: anon

꒰🔗꒱ FRI OCT 20 — oral ⤷ choi yeonjun . . . req: @ttyunz

꒰🔗꒱ SAT OCT 21 — biting ⤷ yang jeongin . . . req: @muses-of-kai

꒰🔗꒱ MON OCT 23 — car sex ⤷ kang taehyun . . . req: 🐿️ anon

꒰🔗꒱ WED OCT 25 — caught masturbating ⤷ kim sunghoon . . . req: anon

꒰🔗꒱ FRI OCT 27 — dacryphilia ⤷ kang taehyun . . . req: anon

꒰🔗꒱ SAT OCT 28 — cockwarming ⤷ kang taehyun . . . req: 🍙 anon

꒰🔗꒱ SUN OCT 29 — breeding ⤷ jake sim . . . req: anon

꒰🔗꒱ TUE OCT 31 — happy halloween !! ⤷ choi soobin & huening kai . . . author's pick

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starqueensthings · 1 year

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Follower Milestone Celebration 🎉

(Parts 1 - 22 queued to post as Season 2 airs.... sorry not sorry if some of them don’t age well LOL)

1. One of those reptiles!

2. Finish what we started…

3. Shoulder? Sure.

4. THE CHICKN LEGS ARE OPEN

5. Reverse Cowgirl

6. Codpiece Panties

7. Sweet, sweet freedom.

8. Sympathy for droids

9. How touching…

10. Dad needs an Advil and a whiskey, STAT.

11. Muscles

12. Body like a back road

13. Say hello to my lil frien’!

14. Mama Tech

15 a. A hypothesis based on factual data…

b. Don’t start with that!

16. It’s been a while, boys…

17. Great Dads being great

18. a. TURTLENECK

b. 🥵🥵🥵

19. I’m going off the rails on a crazy train

20. Sergeant slutty waist, JFC

21. I need the backstory to that comment asap

22. You’ll top him next time… No, he won’t.

23. Bring in the big guns

24. Just go to sleeeeeeep, Muchi.

25. Why don’t you memorize them?

#TUMBLR #why is there a link limit #I’m going to need to have 63 different master lists #for the love of christ

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kimmiessimmies · 5 months

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Overview of what's to come

I finally finished queuing all of the parts for 'Consequences' today. It took me absolutely ages to get this done, but it's there: all 56 (OMG) parts of it. I figured it might be good to know what to expect every day, especially how many parts. Maybe no one is interested, but hey, I think I would like this if I was on the other end, haha. As always, the parts will go up starting at 13:00 / 1pm GMT+1 and then every half hour.

Also, I know the first 6 parts, which went up this weekend, were a bit of a slow start, but it was necessary to start the chapter out this way, and I promise it will pick up, and there's a build-up to quite big revelations towards the end.

Anyway, here's what parts to expect when:

Mon 27 Nov: 7-8-9 (Really enjoyed writing this scene)

Tue 28 Nov: 10-11-12 (Loved this even more)

Wed 29 Nov: 13-14-15-16 (Painful)

Thu 30 Nov: 17-18-19 (Very painful)

Fri 01 Dec: 20-21-22-23 (It just hurt)

Sat 02 Dec: 24-25-26 (Not beating around the bush)

Sun 03 Dec: 27-28-29-30 (Sort of cryptic)

Mon 04 Dec: 31-32-33-34 (It needed to be done)

Tue 05 Dec: 35-36-37 (Dramaaaa)

Wed 06 Dec: 38-39-40 (More dramaaaa)

Thu 07 Dec: 41-42 (It's sad...) ***trigger warnings apply to part 42***

Fri 08 Dec: 43-44-45-46 (Safe place)

Sat 09 Dec: 47-48-49 (A secret shared) ***trigger warning applies to part 49***

Sun 10 Dec: 50-51-52 (A friendship deepened)

Mon 11 Dec: 53-54-55-56 (Because I love the bubble) ***trigger warning applies to part 53 and 55***

#atoh chapter overview #ts3 #the sims 3 #sims 3

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haveyoureadthisqueerbook · 1 month

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Sorry about this list.

1. In the Dreamhouse by Carmen Maria Machado

2. How to Find a Princess by Alyssa Cole

3. Homie by Danez Smith

4. Black Movie by Danez Smith

5. Don't Call Us Dead by Danez Smith

6. Cantoras by Carolina De Robertis

7. When the Angels Left the Old Country by Sacha Lamb

8. Feed by Tommy Pico

9. IRL by Tommy Pico

10. The Color Purple by Alice Walker

11. Several People Are Typing by Calvin Kasulke

12. My Government Means to Kill Me by Rasheed Newson

13. The Sunbearer Trials by Aiden Thomas

14. Cemetery Boys by Aiden Thomas

15. Bad Girls by Camila Sosa Villada (translated to English by Kit Maude)

16. The Lesbianas Guide to Catholic School by Sonora Reyes

17. Femme in Public by Alok Vaid-Menon

18. The Future is Disabled: Prophecies, Love Notes and Mourning Songs by Leah Lakshmi Piepzna-Samarasinha

19. Care Work: Dreaming Disability Justice by Leah Lakshmi Piepzna-Samarasinha

20. A Snake Falls to Earth by Darcie Little Badger

21. Elatsoe by Darcie Little Badger

22. Take a Hint, Dani Brown by Talia Hibbert

23. The Fae King by HE Edgmon

24. Iron Widow by Xiran Jay Zhao

25. Phoenix Extravagant by Yoon Ha Lee

26. She of the Mountains by Vivek Shraya

27. A Psalm for the Wild Built by Becky Chambers

28. Into the Drowning Deep by Mira Grant

29. Everyone on the Moon is Essential Personnel by Julian K Jarobe

30. Detransition, Baby by Torrey Peters

31. Ace of Spades by Faridah Àbíké-Íyímídé

32. The Chosen and the Beautiful by Nghi Vo

33. The Seep by Chana Porter

34. Where We Go From Here by Lucas Rocha (translated to English by Larissa Helena)

35. Eight Kinky Nights by Xan West Mooncakes by Wendy Xu and Suzanne Walker

36. Exile and Pride: Disability, Queerness, and Liberation by Eli Clare

37. Brilliant Imperfection: Grappling with Cure by Eli Clare

38. The Tea Dragon Society by K O'Neill

39. Ana on the Edge by AJ Sass

40. Ellen Outside the Lines by AJ Sass

41. Dread Nation by Justina Ireland

42. From the Stars in the Sky to the Fish in the Sea by Kai Cheng Thom and Kai Yun Ching

43. A Place Called No Homeland by Kai Cheng Thom

44. Fierce Femmes and Notorious Liars by Kai Cheng Thom

45. I Hope We Choose Love: A Trans Girl's Notes from the End of the World by Kai Cheng Thom

46. The Unbroken by CL Clark

47. The Mermaid, the Witch, and the Sea by Maggie Tokuda-Hall

48. Full Disclosure by Camryn Garrett

49. Our Bloody Pearl by DN Bryn

50. Not Your Sidekick by CB Lee

51. Docile by KM Szpara

52. Every Heart a Doorway by Seanan McGuire

53. The Space Between Worlds by Micaiah Johnson

54. Pet by Akwaeke Emezi

55. Finna by Nino Cipri

56. Dreadnought by April Daniels

57. The Deep by Rivers Solomon

58. The Root by Na'amen Gobert Tilahun

59. The Library of the Unwritten by AJ Hackwith

60. Borderline by Mishell Baker

Thank you for this list! These are all queued now.

#npdclaraoswald #submissions

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yu-gi-poll · 5 months

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We're already at Round 3!!! Before Set A, B, C, and D were all posted on different days, but now that there are only 4 match-ups left in each set, I will be posting two sets a day!

Listings & dates for posting will be below the cut!

ROUND 3A

Will be posted on Tuesday, 11/21 with all 4 polls being queued for between 12 PM and 1 PM EST.

Kuriboh vs. Dark Magician Girl

Witch of the Black Forest vs. Man-Eater Bug

Diabound Kernal vs. The Eye of Timaeus

Blue-Eyes White Dragon vs. Magician of Black Chaos

ROUND 3B

Will be posted on Tuesday, 11/21 with all 4 polls being queued for between 12 PM and 1 PM EST.

Flame Swordsman vs. Catapult Turtle

Red Eyes B. Dragon vs. Chaos Emperor Dragon - Envoy of the End

Gate Guardian vs. Relinquished

Toon Dark Magician Girl vs. Celtic Guardian

ROUND 3C

Will be posted on Thursday, 11/23 with all 4 polls being queued for between 12 PM and 1 PM EST.

Thunder Nyan Nyan vs. The Legendary Fisherman

Thorn Princess vs. Harpie Lady Sisters

Cyber Harpie Lady vs. St. Joan

Slifer the Sky Dragon vs. Mystical Beast of Serket

ROUND 3D

Will be posted on Thursday, 11/23 with all 4 polls being queued for between 12 PM and 1 PM EST.

Marshmallon vs. Barrel Dragon

Orgoth the Relentless vs. Queen's Knight

Jack's Knight vs. Mystical Elf

Black Tyranno vs. XYZ-Dragon Cannon

#yugipoll #yu-gi-oh #yu-gi-oh duel monsters #yugioh #yugioh duel monsters #duel monsters #poll bracket #poll tournament #polls

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rebloggingrexan · 11 months

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heyo! i’ve got over 2000 Dracula Daily posts, all tagged by date! so this is my spoiler-free post where all the dates are easy to get to. (and this is my extra ginormous Dracula Daily masterpost WITH SPOILERS and more; and links to fun tags like “dracula meta” and “dracula is a comedy”)

Draculadailytracker, Cattuladaily, ourgoodfriendjonathan, and draculadailyreactions are good Dracula blogs to check out too!

ALSO THO, SINCE THIS IS MY PINNED POST AND I REBLOG MORE THAN DRACULA, BE SURE TO BLOCK ‘#HEAVY POST’ IF YOU WANT TO BLOCK ANYTHING LIKE BODY HORROR, GORE, SERIOUS POSTS, OR ADULT CONTENT

for Dracula Daily posts, the format here is "#dd (date) (month)," (i also use simply “#dracula daily,” but seriously beware spoilers. EVERYTHING is there) so the start of Dracula Daily and a glut of paprika memes would be "#dd 3 may," but on this post, to make things pretty, i'll just list them without the "dd" at the start. September, October, and November only use their first three letters in the tags, though, e.g. #dd 3 oct

(right now as of June 2023, there are a few scattered dates without posts, or with fewer posts than i’d prefer, but i’m working on that! some empty days will get filled when a given day rolls around and scheduled posts get reblogged :) )

you can sign up for the Dracula Daily emails HERE and you can check out past installments HERE!

(please glimpse through my “dracula important” tag to get some information on racist instances in the story as well as other places/ways that may be more convenient to read the story)

BONUS: APRIL

• 21 April • 25 April • 28 April • 30 April (one queued for 2024 lol)

MAY

• 3 May • 4 May • 5 May • 7 May • 8 May • 9 May • 10 May • 11 May • 12 May • 13 May • 14 May • 15 May • 16 May • 18 May • 19 May • 24 May • 25 May • 26 May • 27 May • 28 May • 30 May • 31 May

Rest of months under cut!

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JUNE

• 5 June • 6 June • 13 June • 17 June • 18 June • 24 June • 25 June • 29 June • 30 June

JULY

• 1 July • 8 July • 18 July • 19 July • 20 July • 22 July • 24 July • 26 July • 27 July • 28 July • 29 July • 30 July

AUGUST

• 1 August • 2 August • 3 August • 4 August • 6 August • 8 August • 9 August • 10 August • 11 August • 12 August • 13 August • 14 August • 15 August • 16 August • 17 August • 18 August • 19 August • 20 August • 21 August • 23 August • 24 August • 25 August • 30 August • 31 August

SEPTEMBER (a busy month!! hold on!!!)

if you want some audio readings to help stay caught up, scroll down the archives of Cryptic Canticles’s Dracula Daily audio readings to get to any dates you may need

(note: in the tags, all months starting here and on use shortened versions with only their first three letters: sep, oct, nov)

• 1 Sep • 2 Sep • 3 Sep • 4 Sep • 5 Sep • 6 Sep • 7 Sep • 8 Sep • 9 Sep • 10 Sep • 11 Sep • 12 Sep • 13 Sep • 17 Sep • 18 Sep • 19 Sep • 20 Sep • 21 Sep • 22 Sep • 23 Sep • 24 Sep • 25 Sep • 26 Sep • 27 Sep • 28 Sep • 29 Sep • 30 Sep

OCTOBER (another busy month!!)

NOTE: OCTOBER 3 IS THE LARGEST ENTRY, OVER 50 PAGES. MAYBE START READING AHEAD IF YOU WANT. and again, you can scroll through the Cryptic Canticles archives to listen to any dates you need

• 1 Oct • 2 Oct • 3 Oct • 4 Oct • 5 Oct • 6 Oct • 7 Oct • 8 Oct • 11 Oct • 14 Oct • 15 Oct • 16 Oct • 17 Oct • 18 Oct • 19 Oct • 20 Oct • 21 Oct • 22 Oct • 23 Oct • 24 Oct • 25 Oct • 26 Oct • 27 Oct • 28 Oct • 29 Oct • 30 Oct • 31 Oct

NOVEMBER (NEARING THE END!!)

• 1 Nov • 2 Nov • 3 Nov • 4 Nov • 5 Nov • 6 Nov • 7 Nov • 9 Nov :)

SOME MORE BONUS TAGS

• prep (posts of people hyping Dracula Daily before it starts!)

• after (recaps, epilogue-ish non-November-7-specific posts, etc.!)

• ddn (posts that don’t really relate to any specific day and aren’t spoilery)

• other (Dracula-related posts that don’t directly relate to the story but may be spoilery for people who haven’t read it yet! like The League of Extraordinary Gentlefolks's posts. also basically a “miscellaneous” tag for posts i can’t otherwise figure out huehue.)

#i may do some heavy editing of this post in order to mention the 're: dracula' readings :)#that's probably a good audio source next to Cryptic Canticles #pinned #draculadailyreactions #me #ourgoodfriendjonathan #Draculadailytracker #Cattuladaily #dracula notable

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jhoons · 1 year

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I posted 909 times in 2022

That's 372 more posts than 2021!

191 posts created (21%)

718 posts reblogged (79%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@jhoons

@heeseunq

@jaeyunsim

@hooned

@heejay

I tagged 782 of my posts in 2022

Only 14% of my posts had no tags

#srb - 122 posts

#enhypen - 120 posts

#˚ ༘ queued ⋆ ｡♡ ˚ - 116 posts

#enhypenet - 79 posts

#kpop - 74 posts

#kpopco - 71 posts

#*gifs - 70 posts

#*m - 67 posts

#sunghoon - 67 posts

#userjelly - 63 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#gross this is why i hate when twt stans have absolutely no disregard for people and expect everyone to follow the herd mindset they brought

My Top Posts in 2022:

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lq gifs hq jayhoon

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My #1 post of 2022

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Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #my longest tag lmfao #i hate that my 4th gif set was one i was abt to scrap #i swear i thought i tagged all my posts #*m

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elephant-in-the-pride-parade · 1 year

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Writers Wrapped 2022

1. How many words have you written this year: 173,701!

2. How many works did you publish this year?: 23!

3. What work are you most proud of?: I think it has to be Unbroken - I had to get over a lot of insecurities in order to start posting it. I've been exploring a lot of difficult themes through this fic and, thus far, feel satisfied with how I've addressed them. I am also excited about how the plot has come along so far. I look forward to finishing it in 2023.

4. Favourite title you used: The fic title and chapter titles in Tête-à-Tête and Playing with Fire were the ones I had the most fun brainstorming!

5. If you use song lyrics, which artist’s songs did you pull from the most?: Oof. I don't think I directly pulled any song lyrics this year but I definitely had a ton of playlist inspirations.

6. Pairing you wrote the most for this year?: Janeway/Chakotay

7. favourite pairing you wrote for this year?: I do have to say Janeway/Chakotay because they continue to have my heart and soul. But I had the most fun writing the Janeway/Tuvok/Chakotay dynamic in Playing with Fire

8. What work was the quickest to write?: I'll be Your First if You'll be my Last, which was written/reviewed/posted in like 8 hours. (Thank you monthly Write-a-thon)

9. What work took you the longest to write?: I have agonized and nitpicked and annoyed my betas about like every paragraph of Unbroken - both the chapters already posted and the ones queued up.

10. How many wips do you have in your docs for next year?: Ahhhm errrr ah blerg... SMH3, AQ2, Unbroken, Lesson Plans, Threshold add on, Tuvix add on... er.

Basically, too many to count and a few that will come to me later 😅

11. What’s your longest work of the year?: Parent Trap clocked in at 76,082 words. Not as many as my all time favorite Eden's Deception's 90,990 from last year, but still quite proud of it.

12. What’s your shortest work of the year?: Gloves at a whopping 381

13. What wip are you taking into next year with you?: The WIPs following me into 2023 are Unbroken, Tête-à-Tête, Sailor Delta, Out of Reach, and Age of Aquarius 2

14. What’s your most common genre and/or trope?: Making my favs suffer 😈😇

15. Your favorite character to write this year?: Absolutely Tuvok and Seven. They are really facinating characters to try to capture in dialogue and POV.

16. The character that gave you the most trouble writing this year?: Kes - unfortunately I just haven't got a firm grasp on her character.

17. What’s one pairing you want to explore next year?: I had a lot of fun with Poly Tuvok and KJ in October and I think i'd really enjoy doing more with them next year. I also keep coming back to the idea of dumping Mark Johnson onto Voyager and seeing how that would affect he and KJs relationship.

18. What's a fandom you want to explore next year?: Star Trek Prodigy and Strange New Worlds are two treks I'd love to dive deeper into. But I also have a few original projects That I think I want to devote more attention to.

19. Which work of yours have you reread the most?: I think this year, I've re-read Eden's Deception the most of any fic I have ever written. It really hasnt sustained engagement like I had hoped, so I'm unsure how much I should prioritize the rest of the series... But I have never been so satisfied by a thing I wrote. I continue to think it's the best thing I've ever written and still can't wait to continue that fic universe.

20. Did you do any collaborative works this year? (tell us which!): I have had a truly fantastic time playing in @voyagerihardlyknowher 's threshold AU sand box. it is so unique and charming and delightful and I have met some wonderful friends through that universe. 🥰

21. Did you write any gifts this year? (tell us which!): I gifted 4 Thresholdy fics to the Threshold AU peeps, 3 kinktober works to my favorite smut loving queens, Post-Prodigy and Post-Beyerverse oneshots for @gijane-7702, and 2 punishment oneshots to my Evil Writers Chat Sailor Moon Fandom buddies.

22. Did you receive any gifts this year? (tell us which!): A) SkyKingHaruka gifted me his Evil Writers Chat punishment, Dreams (which was intended to be a oneshot but evolved into something infinitely more delightful). B) @theredheadedcaptain gifted me and Erestorandfin Chimera, which had an very fun surprise twist at the end. (I also love how Red does J/C). C) @trekflower gifted me He's Got the Lobes - a bit of crack humor that still has me in stitches. D) and @jellybeansarecool gifted me Welcome Home - a threshold AU from Beyerverse that was adorable and heartwarming and I still melt when I reread it.

23. What do you listen to while writing?: A very random assortment of music. I have playlists for Unbroken, Threshold AU stories, Age of Aquarius, and I also have random songs that I'll play on repeat for certain types of scenes where the rythm or tone of the song helps me put the right words and pacing into place.

24. Favourite work you wrote this year?: Playing with Fire, which evolved from a kinktober prompt that got out of control. I had a spectacular amount of fun researching and writing it.

25. Favourite line/passage you wrote this year?: This is from a chapter of Unbroken that isn't published yet. I am really proud of the cadence and the simile: "The pain consuming her came on like a storm rolling over the plains. At times it was sudden and violent, ripping through her whole being, at other times ceasing suddenly, leaving all too brief relief in its wake. In the calm, with thunder rumbling above her, the anxiety about what came next built and built, like the tension before a lightning strike"

26. Biggest surprise while writing this year?: The community I've been lucky to gain through @theredheadedcaptain and I's writing group and the joy I have shared with everyone involved in @voyagerihardlyknowher 's Threshold AU have been the 2 best things to come out of this year of writing for me.

#elephantwrites #@ the writing center <3 #threshold au #to friends new and old #star trek voyager fandom #sailor moon fandom #on writing #writing #star trek voyager fanfiction #star trek prodigy fanfiction #sailor moon fanfiction

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misspeculiar-principe · 8 months

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(Draft) August 23

6:24:42 i made a mistake; full battery alarm; i just checked my camera roll 🤣; my third imaginary ex-boyfriend's celebrity ex-girlfriend, pedro's friend, my late beloved paternal grandparents wedding anniversary 🙏🏼🕊🤍 | not 6:04:42 jh; i don't know what happened if i jwu; i slept at around 5:39am PHT which was the time when I made my previous post; i just realized that this is a significant time to me right now at around 10:25am PHT

7:49:42 jwu

7:50:58 fell asleep; gently hit my nose with other phone in my right hand

7:51:57 fell asleep, gently hit the left portion of my forehead with other phone in my right hand

9:39:32 jwu

10:04:10 deliberately; because i heard noises in my sister's bedroom and then i think from the renter downstairs at around 10:03am PHT and then one of my siblings' dogs in the garage but I forgot if it happened at around 10:05am PHT

10:06:11 because i happened to see 204 comments; initially saw 10:06:10 before (it changed after) successfully pressing the screenshot buttons

10:07:47 because i happened to be the 604th like; initially saw 10:07:46 before (it changed after) successfully pressing the screenshot buttons

10:22:00 because i shed a few tears as well and then i touched my head simultaneously as him

10:36:13 because i jh to see that there are 215 shares

11:14:21 renter downstairs made noises at 11:13am; STOP, I HAVE PLENTY OF THINGS TO DO, BUT GOD BLESS YOU BECAUSE I'M PUTTING IT ALL IN GOD'S HANDS 🤦🏻‍♀️

11:20:54 because i was the 2,111st like

11:22:45 because i happened to see that i saved 42 posts (i'll add more) from my Instagram Explorer page when i checked

11:27:34 because of "14"

11:31:57 because i was technically the 16,111st (plus one)

11:34:04 because i happened to see that i saved 104 posts when i checked

11:39:04 because i happened to see that i saved 141 posts when i checked

THE NEXT TIME ANY OF YOU MEDDLE, I'M GONNA MAKE ONE FOR PEDRO'S FAMILY ONLY, AND I WILL DELIBERATELY IGNORE MINE

STOP WASTING MY TIME

GOD, I JUST PUT EVERYTHING IN YOUR HANDS; LET YOUR WILL BE DONE BECAUSE I'M DONE; IN JESUS CHRIST'S MIGHTY NAME I PRAY, AMEN

11:50:07 because i happened to see 16h 47m on my Jesus Christ 🐬 playlist after choosing Nathaniel Bassey's "Yeshua Hamashiach" to start a new shuffled set before I queued Stephen Sanchez's "I Want You" alongside the other songs from my Pedro 🪨 playlist

11:51:35 because i happened to see 1:15 timestamp but ignored it and then i saw the time and went back and got 1:35 timestamp instead

12:04:10 jh after unplugging when i was about to send a message

12:21:25 jgbimr to use my other phone which i left to charge

1:26:21 jh; jgbimr after i accidentally dropped a stainless teaspoon to the floor; perfect palindrome

1:28:24 typographical error

1:33:48 i just replugged my earphones in my old phone because it accidentally got unplugged; i forgot to check what timestamp it stopped because i already pressed play and paused the song after i remembered and saw the @3:03 timestamp

1:41:28 because a tiny piece of chicken wing flew over the sink while i was cutting the leftover for the faux broth soup to spade's kibbles

1:53:16 because i heard "soldiers" after i literally just said "sol el fuego" a split second

My inner voice: "It's 'soy el fuego'."

2:04:45 I just happened to see the time when i shared a post; mr jukes' "leap of faith" was playing; I JUST REALIZED THAT THE REASON WHY I COULDN'T TAKE A SCREENSHOT OF THE CURRENT SONG I'N LISTENINGIS BECAUSE I FORGOT THAT I TURNED OFF THE WI-FI ON MY OLD PHONE WHICH MADE IT UNSYNCED TO MY OTHER PHONE 🤦🏻‍♀️

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2:08:56 just because; the song that was actually playing was Hannah Townshend's "Yeshua"

2:09:11 just because

2:12:47 spotify app unsynced old phone unsynced; NEW SHUFFLED SET

2:15:07 because i waited what timestamp would 2:14pm PHT exactly change to 2:15pm PHT; Cory Asbury's "Sparrows" at @2:43 timestamp

3:46:03 jgbimr after washing my hands in the kitchen sink; jf doing pc

3:47:40 paused Third Day's "Your Love Is Like a River" at @2:14 timestamp before eating brunch; i was oblivious of this time so it did come as a surprise; initially saw @2:16 timestamp before pausing song on old phone

4:14:07 jh to see 4:13 which reminded me of pi but in reverse and Philippians 4:13

4:15:40 initially 4:15:39; bird left peripheral im on my bed watching a youtube video

4:23:33 just because

4:24:51 just because

4:43:35 jwu; fell asleep

4:47:03 jwu from a dream where i saw a heart shaped liquid heart looks like sweet and sour sauce

4:50:29 timer set to 60 min countdown went off

5:02:14 jh to see Matthew 7:1

7:43:43 jwu

8:22:15 because i happened to be the 29,380th like; was aware of the time when i saw 8:06pm PHT, but didn't expect to catch it when i looked at the time after liking it

8:23 forgot to take screenshots of ky lockscreen but i was the 7,667th like

8:25:23 because of the 477 comments

8:30:23 because i was the 6,664th like

8:35:45 because i saw 74 comments

8:39:23 because i was the 629th like

8:40:31 because i was the 822nd like

8:56:01 cricket sound left ear

9:37:59 because i happened to see 74 comments in a tweet

What is it with "74"?

10:44:58 jgbimr; jh to hear full battery alarm go off literally after i just sat on my swivel chair

10:47:22 because i'm the 111st like

10:59:59 just because

11:00:01 just because

11:31:47 because i happened to see 333 likes on a tweet

11:34:19 174 likes

11:35:43 7,667 likes

11:56:29 because of 6:47pm

11:58:06 thunder

#Instagram

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🎃🍁 ~ SunflowerCheol's 31 Days of Halloween Masterlist ~ 🍁🎃

Hope you are excited for them and enjoy! Will update the masterlist as I post!

(also sidenote: I will be traveling out of the country next saturday so most of these will be queued so please bear with me! I will most likely not have service 85% of the time I am in the other country so lol)

Scary Movies - Day 1

"You said make it scary, so I brought my baby!"

Haunted House - Day 2

"Whose bright idea was it to come investigate an abandoned and scary house?"

Hocus Pocus - Day 3

"Should we go to Salem and see this for ourselves?"

Pumpkin Spice Season - Day 4

"Let's go to Starbucks and get our first pumpkin spice latte!"

Black Cat - Day 5

"Oh my god, it's you!"

Ghost Hunting - Day 6

"I am taking the holy water, the bible, and a cross. What do you mean I am not prepared?"

Spiders - Day 7

"ITS BEHIND THE CURTAIN."

Skeletons - Day 8

"Why are bones so scary? We literally ARE bones *screeches in fear*"

Bats - Day 9

"Will I become batman now?"

Baking - Day 10

"Let's just hide everything from everyone and enjoy it ourselves."

Netherworld - Day 11

"Out of all places? Seriously?"

Scarecrow - Day 12

"Why are they so creepy?"

Candy Corn - Day 13

"I really like corn."

Ouija Board - Day 14

"Told you that you shouldn't have played with the ouija board."

Hay Ride - Day 15

"You think I could steal one of these tractors?"

Pumpkin Patch - Day 16

"Are you sure you don't need a wheelbarrow?"

Warlocks - Day 17

"We are not like the hocus pocus witches! We have more intelligence than them!"

Vampires - Day 18

"Why did you have to be so obvious? Even I could tell it was not Kool-Aid *rolls eyes*"

Graveyard - Day 19

"No cause who will take care of my baby if I die?”

Corn Maze - Day 20

"Nothing is going to pop out right?"

Decorating - Day 21

"I still have more in the closet though!"

Sunflowers - Day 22

"I know it's supposed to be all about pumpkins, but looks at these sunflowers! It's me and my army!"

Werewolves - Day 23

"Aw, did this cute wolfie get hurt? I can be like a doctor and nurse you back to health and help you get better and feed you lots of food!”

Zombies - Day 24

"Well, it seems the apocalypse came early."

Grim Reaper - Day 25

"It's time. To have some fun."

Reincarnated Gods - Day 26

"Reincarnation led to this? Are you serious?"

Creepy Carnival - Day 27

"Why are we here again?"

Clowns - Day 28

"Out of all things, why did it have to be clowns chasing us?!"

Trick or Treat - Day 29

"Do you think I am too old to be trick or treating?"

Masquerade - Day 30

"Even with the mask, I can tell how beautiful you are."

Halloween Party - Day 31 Part 1 -- Part 2

"Too much testosterone. I need to get more female friends."

#sunflowercheol’s 31 days of halloween #sunflowercheol's 31 days of halloween masterlist #tbz #got7 #bts #nct #astro #shinee #exo #txt #svt #skz #monsta x #wonho #atz

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grumpygreenwitch · 1 year

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The Fairy and the Prince #1 + #2 + #3 + #4

Part 1 - Part 2 - Parts 3 & 4 - Part 5 - Part 6, 7 & 8 - Part 9 & 10 - Part 11, 12, 13, 14, 15 & 16 - Part 17, 18, & 19 - Part 20, 21 & 22 - Part 23, 24, 25 & 26 - Part 27, 28, 29 & 30 - Part 31, 32, 33 & 34 - Part 35, 36 & 37 - Part 38, 39, 40 & 41 - Part 42 & 43 - Part 44 & 45 - Part 46 & 47 - Part 48, 49, 50 & 51 - Part, 52, 53 & 54 - Part 55 & 56 - Part 57, 58, 59 & 60 - Part 61, 62, 63, 64 & 65 - Part 66, 67, 68, 69, 70, 71 & 72

Originally posted 9/1/2022, 9/14/2022 and 9/28/2022. Celebrating the FINIS of this story, I’ll be reposting it in its entirety once a day through February, starting today. It’s queued so that both the original posting and the reposting will come together for the final piece.

Again, thank you to all that read it, that liked it, that let me know so. I never expected to get as long as it did, but well, here we are.

If you’re new to the party, please bear in mind this was originally a speed-writing exercise. Editing has been minimal. Concurrency was a seat-of-the-pants thing, and if the spelling for names and titles matches from one chapter to the next I’m gonna be the first one surprised. All of that is getting cleaned up in post, and this is a story I’m definitely considering self-publishing, if only to see how that goes.

Prince Adam met Linden while escaping his geography lessons.

Geography is one of those things everyone should know and no one wants to learn. The Queen Dowager had commanded that it be taught to the mob of prospective heirs to the throne that she’d gathered in the Royal palace, among with many other sciences and arts. Then again, the same august and childless lady had also commanded that they be taught the finer points of fencing, wrestling and knife-fighting, so everyone had a good, if resignedly terrified idea as to how she meant to solve the matter of succession without actually making a choice and angering a niece or nephew. However, these were also the same people who’d agreed to drop off their kids at the palace and under her supervision.

In any case, Adam had no more fondness for his geography studies than any other of the Princes at hand. He was fortunate, or unfortunate, enough that, the youngest of the candidates at nine years, by the time his geography lessons rolled around the teacher, a dour old priest of the Tree-Father, was either already asleep, or nearly there. All he had to do was read quietly, peeking up, until the man started snoring.

Which he’d done.

He’d only meant to slip out onto the balcony and sit on the ornate stone railing. But the day was lovely and still young, and he’d realized that one of the gutters ended not too far from the balcony, the spout carved like a horse’s head. He’d leapt lightly onto it and charged into many a battle on his moss-painted steed before a nearby cornice had caught his eye. From there he’d climbed several fashionable false arches, like a great explorer over vast mountain ranges. Then he’d leapt and caught an old arrow-slit by his fingertips, and climbed further up, until he could tip-toe along a gutter made slick by decades of rain-feed moss.

By then he was nearly six stories off the ground.

He stalled after having raced along a lip of brick, mortar and stone barely wider than his fine leather slippers, which he’d already thrown off at some point between mountain-exploring and harpy-fighting (there had been three particularly angry swallows with nests under another balcony). The gutter there ended in a fish-head spout, and there the palace itself turned in a sharp corner, rather than a round tower curve.

Adam glowered at the lack of further road in impotent anger. After a few minutes, however, anger grew boring with no one there to look upon it, and he put his mind to more practical concerns. He was a clever young man, forced by circumstance to become even cleverer, struggling to leave childhood behind just to survive the deadly competition he found himself in. He was a lovely child, a little on the slim side, with his father’s curly black hair and his mother’s (and grand-aunt’s) narrow, firm features, black brows and deep blue eyes, pale skin quickly growing pink because no one could keep him out of the summer sun for long.

A decorative ledge above him caught his eye. It was a mirror of the one he was standing on. On his tiptoes, he couldn’t reach it, his fingers just shy of the goal. If he leapt, though…

He glanced over his shoulder. Far below he could just see the tops of the trees, swaying in the afternoon breeze like fretful nannies. Beyond them were the muddy grounds of the expanding Royal Gardens, and beyond that was the dark green smudge of the Hunting Woods. But there was no one to tell him no, and so he leapt.

He caught the ledge, and almost immediately his right hand slipped. The ledge was, he realized belatedly, much larger than he’d expected, and at a slant, meant to shed water off from whatever might lie beyond it. Years of rain had left it as slippery as the gutters.

He tried to find the ledge below his feet, but he was just high enough that his questing toes couldn’t reach it. He tried to grip the ledge once again, but couldn’t find a place that wouldn’t spit out his fingers. His left hand was slipping, and for the first time it occurred to prince Adam that he might have been a mite unwise in his choice of entertainment for the afternoon. Grunting with effort he tried to lift himself up one-handed onto the ledge.

His left hand slipped.

Adam was weightless for a single, fragile moment, the tiny space between his heart beating and his breath catching.

Then he realized there was a small, strong hand gripping his left wrist, and looked up into the face of the most extraordinary creature he would ever meet in his life.

The stranger laughed, a merry and carefree sound, the ringing of cheerful bells. “You’re not very good at this, are you?”

They were wearing mismatched clothing, pants too big and tied with twine around the waist, folded many times over at the leg, shirt worn so thin the sun shining at the edge of the roof behind them showed skinny arms and a slender, graceful neck. Their hair was white and fine, tipped in dark gold, a halo around a fine-boned, acorn-brown face. But their eyes…

Their eyes were shattered glass.

Adam blinked, enthralled. They were brown and green, blue and hazel; it was as if someone had taken chapel windows and made them into eyes, glorious and random and full of lights. He fought to grip the ledge with his right hand, and finally found a spot willing to meet him halfway. “It’s my first time climbing this high up!” he protested.

The stranger, brown and lithe and mismatched in every way, laughed again, glad and guileless, and helped Adam scrabble onto the ledge.

“What’s wrong with your eyes?” the Prince asked.

The stranger jerked back in surprise, blinked pointedly, and then squinted at Adam. “Nothing. What’s wrong with yours?” they challenged.

“Nothing,” Adam replied, flopping onto the ledge, which was far larger than he’d expected, the slate and stone of it sun-warm. “Other than they’re boring, I suppose.” He rolled over, trying to catch his breath. The blue sky above him vanished behind that white-haired face, far too close to his. “Gah!”

“What’s boring about them?” the stranger demanded. “I think they’re lovely. Like a bluebird’s feathers.” They reached out to try and pry at Adam’s eyes, and the prince swatted that hand aside.

“What are you doing? It’s rude to touch people without their permission!”

Fine white brows went up. “Should I have asked permission to catch you when you slipped?”

“That’s different,” Adam sat up, and his new acquaintance, kneeling by him, leaned back on the heels of their bare, muddy feet. “Of course you don’t ask someone if you can save their life, you just do it. But when it’s not important, you should always ask. It’s good manners.” The young prince flopped back down again. “Thank you for catching me.”

“You’re welcome,” the stranger seemed to be mulling on Adam’s words, and once again that fine-boned, brown face filled his field of view. “I don’t think you’re boring. I liked how you fought the swallow-harpies.”

“Have you been watching me all this time?!” Adam burst up to a sitting position again.

“Yes,” his savior admitted blithely. “It was much more exciting than me just climbing to catch the sun.”

“Catch the sun?”

“Yes, see?” The stranger reached into a pocket of their oversized pants and pulled out something that gleamed too brightly for Adam to really see, something warm and golden like fat drops of honey held in the cup of that muddy, small hand. “It’s not a lot.”

“It’s more than I could ever get,” Adam replied, intrigued. “I didn’t even know you could catch the sun like that.”

“Well, it is tricky,” they admitted, a delicate fluster on the brown and high cheeks revealing faint green freckles as they pocketed the sun drops again.

“What do you even do with it?” Adam asked curiously, examining his feet and finding them incredibly filthy; for some reason this pleased him immensely.

“I bring them into the woods, where the normal sun doesn’t reach.”

“Oh, that would be so helpful to everything there!” Adam exclaimed, and his companion flushed even deeper, all unnoticed. By the time the young prince turned to face them, they were sitting cross-legged next to the boy. “By the way, I’m prince Adam Lestrelle. But it’s fine to just call me Adam.” He offered his hand, trying to make the gesture very grand and grown-up.

“Oh, Adam’s a good name. Better than Prince, anyways, there’s too many Princes here, it’d get confusing really quickly. I think you might be the only Adam.”

“I am,” he admitted. “I’m also the youngest. And you?”

“Ugh.” The stranger took Adam’s hand; their grip was strong, dry, warm, like wood softly polished by age and use, and warmed by summer daylight. “Me too. I hate it. There’s nothing good about being the youngest.” They licked their lips in thought, and then nodded, seeming to have come to a decision. “You can call me Linden.”

“Like the tree?”

“Yes.”

Adam considered. “It suits you.” He leaned closer a bit and sniffed, making Linden look at him curiously. “You smell like them, too.”

Linden shoved him. “Of course I do!” They sprung up to their feet, and offered a hand. “Come on, then. Palace won’t climb itself!”

There was a challenging, welcoming grin on Linden’s face, as bright as the white of their hair. Adam grinned back, took their hand, and let them help him to his feet.

***

By the time someone noticed the youngest prince in the palace was missing, it was suppertime. By the time he was found, seven people had been fired, three had been threatened with beheading, and the Dowager had written increasingly scathing letters to the monastery that provided her with teachers. Adam was dragged into a bath, sunburnt and windburnt and eyes full of wild glee, soot-black from where he’d made his way into an unused chimney and climbed down and out through the hearth. Linden had shown him the chimney, and watched him begin his descent. “Be careful, Adam,” they’d warned the prince, those shattered eyes gleaming in the setting sunlight. “I can’t catch you if you fall here.”

“There’s steps, it’s fine. A baby could climb this. Will I see you tomorrow?”

“Maybe.” Linden had laughed. “You know where to find me.”

He was grounded, and quickly forgotten once again. The problem with that, of course, is that it’s hard to keep a young boy in a giant palace grounded if you start ignoring him. He slipped out through the cellar once, when he’d been given punishment duty there. The master-at-arms lost track of him in the training yard, busy with the older boys whom he actually had faith in. He climbed up the beams in the stables when he was supposed to be doing punishment detail shoveling hay, and slipped out through the open shutters where hay bales where shuttled back and forth. Twice he climbed out of windows, his own and the one in the secondary library. He nearly fell once.

Linden was always there to catch him, with a merry laugh and those shattered, many-colored eyes. The palace rooftop and the cool dark woods were their playground, and they went everywhere together. In shallow cisterns and tiny pools carved out of the stumps of fallen forest giants Linden showed him impossible fish that spoke in tiny strings of bubbles, like pearls from a spilling necklace. They fought with imaginary swords, back to back, defending against savage barbarians and wicked pirates and murderous raiders, legions upon legions of them. It was always his ideas that they chased after, but Linden never seemed to mind falling in with the young prince’s wild imaginings.

In the end, with summer growing heady and sweet and hot, he got grounded for good, his windows barred shut while the sour-faced, pinched-mouthed man that handled the princes made “other accommodations”. His door was barred and there was a guard set upon it, and he couldn’t force the windows open even a little bit. He’d tried to climb out of his hearth, but it shared a chimney with something that had a fire going at all hours of the day.

So he’d hid in the laundry pannier.

The staff panicked. How had their charge slipped out? How had he made it past the guard, the barred windows, the locked door? People dashed in and out, but no one thought twice of the laundry basket, least of all the burly-armed maid that carried it down to the boiling pools of lye water. Someone shouted when Adam squirmed his way free, but in the vast forests of laundry hung to dry hardly anyone could see him, let alone catch him. He scrabbled over a stone wall and raced along the top, leapt onto the low eaves of the kitchen, sprinted away and clambered up a gutter, thanking each water spout he passed by name, as Linden had taught him. He was almost to the top when his feet went out from under him and he slammed against the edge of a steep roof with punishing force, blowing all the breath out of him. His grip slipped.

A strong, tiny, brown hand caught him by the wrist. “Are you ever gonna get any better at this?” Linden accused him cheerfully.

“I hope so,” he admitted, groaning.

“That took forever!” Linden helped him onto the roof, and Adam flopped down on his stomach to catch his breath. “What happened, where have you been?”

“They locked me up.” Adam sighed.

“Uuuuugh!” Linden dropped to sit next to him, playing with the black curls of his hair. “Are they even allowed to do that? You’re their prince!”

“I’m one of, like, fifty princes, Linden.” Adam felt himself relax at last under that familiar, friendly touch, like a bird making a nest of his hair. “And I’m the youngest. I’m never gonna be king, so they don’t care.”

“If they don’t care, why’d they lock you up?” Linden sprawled on their back next to him.

Adam turned his head to look at them, frowning a little as he put his words together; that, he’d learned from no teacher in the palace, but from his mother, who hadn’t wanted to leave him behind. “Because I made them look bad,” he explained at last. “When you’re a prince, they have to know where you are and what you’re doing, always and always. And if I told them about you, they’d say it’s too dangerous and wouldn’t let me do any of it.”

“That’s so dumb.”

“Right?” Adam was silent for a long moment. “What about you? What does your family think of me?”

“They think I’m very silly for spending time with you,” Linden tucked their arms under the gold-tipped burst of their white hair. “But they’ve always thought I’m silly.”

“You’re not silly!”

“Well, of course not.” Linden looked pleased at Adam’s staunch and immediate defense. “But they think everyone that’s young is silly, and I’m the youngest, and you’re the youngest. So we’re twice the silly.”

“Ugh.” Adam was very familiar with that sort of thinking, and kept as much distance between himself and it as possible.

“And who cares what they think anyway.” Linden whipped upright. “Now come on, I found a stork’s nest!”

Adam sprung up to a sitting position. “With storks?!”

“How else would I know it’s a stork’s nest? Come on!”

***

He came back, of course, he had to. Hunger brought him back.

“Are they going to lock you up again?”

“Probably,” Adam admitted as they meandered over the narrow edge of a high partition, soaring high above a private courtyard on one side and a small kitchen’s garden on the other. “It won’t be forever,” he told Linden when his friend’s face fell. “I’ll find some way to get out, I promise.”

“What do they even want from you?” Linden demanded. “If you’re not going to be king, why can’t they let you be?”

Adam found that an excellent question and, when he was dragged once again before Master Leminy, after the sour-faced, prune-mouthed man was done with his shouting and berating, he asked it. The Master of Scions swelled up like an angry toad. Adam would know, he’d recently made the acquaintance of several of the creatures.

The truth of the matter was, Everidge Leminy had tried to get Adam sent home. Repeatedly. But he couldn’t very well explain to the Dowager why he wanted the boy gone without admitting that he was balking the entirety of the palace staff and, mostly importantly, master Leminy himself. Admitting to such a failure might well cost the Master of Scions his job, and the rank and power that came with it. The first time he had excused it as the teacher’s failing. There wouldn’t always be someone else to blame, and the Dowager would not eschew even one boy. There was talk of a prophecy, of a fairy curse that she was trying to escape, ergo there being no children of her own. But master Leminy was too busy a man to believe in fairies.

He did believe, however, that the shameless, reckless brat before him would keep on vanishing. No one could watch a child every moment of the day; no one should have to, which made it all the more infuriating, because Adam was forcing him to do exactly that, and falling behind in his studies to boot. The latter wasn’t terrible, it could be readily excused by his youth, by having to compete with peers who in some cases more than doubled him in age. But eventually someone would make a comment to the Dowager, and she would start asking questions of Master Leminy.

Faced with uncomfortable risks and unwanted variables, Leminy shifted tacks. He clapped his hands and pressed his laced fingers to his mouth. “Prince Adam. It occurs to me that your life in the palace must be unbearably boring.”

Adam, who knew grown-ups never speak to a child with that sort of make-believe respect unless they want to set a trap, was instantly on his guard. “It’s alright,” he admitted neutrally, wary.

“You’ve no peers,” Leminy replied. “No one to do childish things with. I believe Prince Rickard is… thirteen?”

“He’s twelve,” Adam replied. And a bully, he didn’t add, but gosh he was thinking it very loudly.

“Just so.” The Master of Scions kept from gritting his teeth at being corrected, but it was a close thing. “I will make you a deal. I will find friends for you. I will set aside time from your schedule so you can do,” he flapped a hand, “whatever it is children do. But in exchange you must attend your lessons without fail.”

Adam nearly cried out agreement in delight. But as his many escapes made clear, he was a clever young boy. “How much time?”

“Three hours every day before supper.” Which were hours Adam would have had free anyway, until new teachers could be found from the monastery; the Dowager’s letters had not impressed them. “But you will have to make them up; no more free mornings during the end of the week.”

Adam chewed on his lip restlessly, his hands in his pockets. In one of them Linden had thrust an empty snail shell, and he ran his fingers restlessly over the rim. Was it a good bargain? It sounded like one to him, but the source made him nervous. And would the Master of Scions stick to it? He had no reason to. He could throw Adam up in a high tower cell and leave him there forever, until his hair grew as long as his nails and he forgot what the green world looked and felt like. “I don’t need paid-for friends,” he murmured.

“Of course you do! Every young boy needs friends!”

Adam saw the trap then. They wouldn’t be friends; they would be Lemony-Leminy’s spies. That made much, much more sense. And so, as graciously as he knew a prince should, he agreed. They both left the meeting quite satisfied, even if Adam was being marched off to another punishment detail in the kitchens, and Leminy was off to wrangle an impossible little urchin’s schedule into something suitable for a would-be king.

***

Summer quickened into fall, and then into winter. Linden warned Adam that they wouldn’t be able to come once the snow fell, and the young prince spent the time after their last parting forlorn behind the glass-paned windows of the palace. For lack of anything better to do he applied himself to his lessons, half forgotten during the golden warmth of better days. He found in himself a surprising aptitude for things he’d learned with half an ear and a tenth of the interest they should have been originally given. His teachers didn’t question their good fortune; they merely rushed to catch him up while they had his attention.

The ‘friends’ Lemony-Leminy had promised him had come the day directly after his talk with the Master of Scions, and they were no better or worse than Adam had expected. Older, of course, he’d expected no different. Unfortunately for master Leminy, when you might grow up to be a king, the politics of getting people to do what you want them to do take up a good part of your education. Adam made it clear to the three boys that if they left him alone and asked no questions he would return the courtesy, effectively getting them paid for doing whatever they wanted with their afternoons. All they had to do was meet with Adam briefly after his lessons so they could agree on a likely tale to tell anyone who asked, and not get caught the rest of the time.

Two of the boys had been thrilled with this agreement. The third tried to stick to his purpose, until he discovered that it entailed trying to follow the young prince as he climbed up walls and raced along roofs like a squirrel. After falling one time too many, he wisely gave up before he hurt himself irredeemably, and contented himself with scowling at the young prince every time Adam took off through paths best suited to cats and thieves.

Winter left him stuck with the boys, and while they weren’t bad sorts, Adam couldn’t forget that they weren’t his friends. They were paid to stick around, paid to tell master Leminy what he did with his time, paid to try and keep him busy. He’d offered for them to accompany him in his lessons, but while all three had agreed, it quickly became obvious the only one with a real interest was Beliwick. To the other two boys it was just time spent away from unwanted chores with a valid excuse.

“Is she pretty?” one of the boys asked one afternoon, his voice just this side of a taunt.

Adam jerked back to reality. He’d been staring out the window at the snow-choked grounds of the palace, willing spring to arrive faster, hoping for just one sprig of green, one touch of color, to let him know his best friend would come back soon. “Who?” he asked in confusion.

The two boys, Dane and Oliver, where sprawled by the hearth playing dice. Beli, who’d been painstakingly reading one of Adam’s math primers, a gift of the prince to him, glanced cautiously at them and then ducked his head low.

It was warning enough for Adam, who dragged himself with an effort to the present.

Oliver, the oldest of the boys, snorted. “Whatever girl you’re pining after.”

“Ugh,” Adam made a face to go with the groan. “You’re getting too old to be my friend if you think I’m interested in a girl, Oliver.”

The smirk went right out of their faces, and Adam saw Beli hide a grin.

“I’m waiting for spring. I’m tired of being inside forever and forever,” he explained.

Dane flopped on the warm slate before the hearth. “The whole world is,” he agreed easily enough. Dane was not a bad sort; he was simply lazy. He would always agree with whatever was easiest. “Winter’s dragged on this year.”

“Well, it needs to drag away faster,” Adam groused.

Winter, of course, would be rushed away by no one, but it eventually did give way to spring. By then, much to his teachers’ astonishment, Adam had caught up with and surpassed a few of his peers in his academic studies. It didn’t occur to most of them that it was because he had nothing to do but read.

Rain fell on the day of his birthday, rather than snow, and he took comfort from it. He was invited to tea with the Queen Dowager, who asked the questions expected of her station and his studies, and seemed distractedly pleased over a boy from whom she expected very little, if anything at all. Just before supper he was dragged before the Master of Scions, along with prince Rickard and four more miscreants, one of them Dane. Everyone ended with punishment duties to go along with their black eyes and bloody lips, but since it was the first time Adam had landed a punch on the older boy, he counted it an improvement and the best birthday gift so far.

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