@havvkinsqueen liked for a starter!
"Alrighty, so--" The young queen sighed, standing in the foyer of the Compton manor and gesturing, "Upstairs is where the rooms are. I know a couple people are shiftin' out into their apartments so I gotta check which rooms are available. If we need to I'll make sure one of those rooms are cleaned and ready for ya. Other than that, my office is here," she gestured to the left, then to the right, "TV, livin' room, all that kind of stuff is back that way."
The redhead started towards the back hallway, "Kitchen is through here. We keep regular food-food on hand as well as synthetic blood, donor bags. There's a phonebook as well of human donors who are comfortable comin' here and if that's what you'd prefer we can definitely get you set up with someone." Leaning back against the counter, Jessica sighed, "I'm sorry for the info dump, how're you doin'?"
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Mason again
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Deacon loves two things: Ymber and digging himself a grave.
Fulj hates one thing: Deacon.
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g’mornie!! ໒꒰ྀི ◜ ‧̮ ◝ ꒱ྀིა its another lovely day in april!! i hope you all have the v best day EVER!! <33
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II Drabble for @vxctorx
Boyish, blue orbs waltzed a delicate balance of hasty yet purposeful glances upon the roughened facade of his sketchpad's parchment, now etched with meticulously drawn ribbons and curves of ebony and ashen shades, and the golden image of his love's reclined figure. The honeyed tones of tender sunbeams and the sea's untamed locks rapping upon the distant shore perfectly accompanied such a waltz.
"Just continue lyin' just like tha'... Aye, tha's righ'. Just keep tha' hand of yer's framed close to yer' face. I promise I'm almost done, just a few more touches, is all." Oh, how Vic was born to be an artist's muse (not that Richard counted himself as much of the former). The auric bends of his muscles, tied together with his princely crown of tawny curls that Richard had raked with wandering fingers a hundred times over; and not to mention the captivating splash of teal concealed in such a handsome gaze. The sort of gaze that Richard would recognize out of a crowd of thousands. The sort of gaze he would recognize in the depths of darkness. Such godly traits would be enough to make Apollo blush. "Have I e'er told ye' tha' I always wanted to go to art school. Ended up becomin' a fanciful dream, I suppose," he tut, as poised fingers weaved the sketcher's charcoal upon the final flourishes.
He could feel the round of his heart cuff against the walls of his chest. A misplaced pulse trapped against his throat now, which he silently tried to swallow back. "Y'know, I realized I've collected way too many fanciful dreams, and endorsed certain realities mainly 'cause I was expected to do so or... maybe even 'cause I was too much of a coward to figh' for wha' migh' actually make me happy." He paused. ".... It's time to put an end to tha'...." Since the weeks leading up to their seaside holiday, Richard had been wrestling with this notion, which eventually bloomed into something of a confession in his busied mind. One ripe enough that the plump of its cheek would break off from its stem on its own accord and tumble against entwined roots.
Richard lowered the barrier of his sketching pad, his blue eyes-- now brimming with the excitement of hope, the fear of refusal, and, mostly, the amount of overpowering love and affection he held for this man before him. His love. His future. His everything.
Placing his materials down, he drew forward before taking a seat beside his beloved; his warm hand, now lightly freckled with echoes of their previous, sunsoaked days, clasping Vic's. "Before I say wha' I've been wantin' to ask ye', I need to tell ye' tha' I got a job in London... Or, at least I applied for one, but rumour is tha' the position's as good as mine. Aye, it's not anythin' fancy like bein' a lawyer or bein' a gen'leman but it's a start; and, more importantly, it's certainly enough to buy a wee flat, and food, and clothes, and a new life. Our new life!"
Our new life. Ours. Oh, how that word tasted all the more sweet now that he was saying it aloud.
His eyes crinkled into a fervid smile, as his adoring gaze remained transfixed in earnest upon Vic, as if he were the North Star amidst a night as black as tar. "Come away with me, Vic. Aye, I know, it's sudden and I don't have a ring I can offer ye' righ' now, but I'll work hard. Hell, I'll even put in two shifts. Three, if it means makin' sure ye' ne'er want for more." Fingers folded a little tighter round Vic's hand now. Youthful optimism radiated with every word the Scotsman spoke, placing what sliver of doubt he once held upon the backcloth of his mind's eye. "Just imagine, a new life away from Sco'land. A life in London! Ye' can be whoever ye' want to be and work in wha'ever job makes ye' happy, and, in time, we may just have enough to purchase Our own plot of wood. For our cottage," he cooed, Their evergreen dream never having strayed away from such ingenue beliefs. "Look, ye' don't have to answer me righ' away if ye' donnae' want to. I know wha' I'm askin' is no small feat. I just-... No ma'er how many times I played it out in my mind my life in London, my happiness, wouldn't be complete without ye'.-- To put it bluntly, I'm ready to finally be brave if ye' are too." Gentle lips kissed the gilded hills of the gentleman's knuckles. "Come with me..." Richard whispered against the other's skin, the taste of sun and brine still stained upon His skin.
".... Come with me...."
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The XYZ bird trio is one of my favorite groups in the show, they are a treasure
They are adorable and I wish we could see more of them
But the best part of them is the
Utter Disrespect
Yuto shows Shun when introduces Ruri as his sister
Each time he turns his head his eyes widen and Shun is just so done with him
It is one of the funniest scenes to me especially because it lets us see how close these two were and shows us how much the war changed them.
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semi-plotted starter for @putyourbabyfangsaway!
When Jessica imagined getting married, she’d always thought it’d be a small ceremony. Maybe a quick run to the court house with a party of a reception to follow, but that was back when she’d assumed she’d stay in relative obscurity. Being the King of Louisiana’s progeny had come with a certain amount of media focus but once power shifted and she’d stepped into the limelight, she’d realized just how much that required.
The whirlwind relationship and engagement struck up between her and the King of Mississippi had largely been a media ploy. He was sweet, older than her but turned in his late teens as well, so at least they had that in common. They’d struck up a friendly enough relationship that when they’d decided to marry, the internet was taken by storm and honestly, she hated it. The eyes on her at all times, the focus on every detail. Apparently Americans hated vampires until there was a wedding to plan.
Honestly, Jessica shouldn’t have been surprised when Eric Northman turned back up. Her engagement had been plastered all over the internet and television and while they may not have broken up on exactly bad terms, she hadn’t tried to chase after him. “And to what do I owe this honor, Mr. Northman?” She offered with a sigh, sorting through paperwork on her desk.
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chief...
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There was a post I saw about someone who mutually ghosted a guy after a date and kept matching with him and they're not interested but it's the longest "relationship" the person had been in at that point and I'm like. Karen would mutually ghost someone.
She doesn't really tell Brent/Right/Evelyn/Chris his name (he has a double first name, Patrick is not his last name) and just refers to him as "My Guy". Like "Ah damn, My Guy matched again. End my suffering." And when she tries to explain it to Right who does NOT understand how it's different, her logical answer is "it's my God given right to ghost a polite man!"
Also I just imagine her confiding in Paul about Rick and he's like "is his name Patrick" and she's like "kinda". And after that, Paul calls him "Pattycakes" cause he's never even seen the guy so why not give him a funny little nickname. He's allowed to do so at this point probably.
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SUNSHINE EXCHANGE
Alena Foster in “Silver Lining” for @veetlegeuse
I hope you like it!
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Now that I’ve destroyed myself with both AJ/Adam and Mallory/Nate, who do I have ruin my life next? Janine/Mason or Kasey/Felix?
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I miss Japan so much 😔
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💛 not sure how it’ll work as the glade is already so fantastical but still curious to know
mimi!!! hellooo hope you're doing well ^^ thank you for the ask!! ooo this is a fun one i've had thoughts about in the past!
💛/Yellow:
Imagine a fantasy au with you and your f/o! What roles would the two of you take? How would the story end?
SO!! i've been thinking about this in the past, because fantasy aus are fun! this might not exactly be outright fantasy, but it is based on a fairytale, so i think it counts.
you might know of hans christian andersen, who wrote works such as the little mermaid and the ugly duckling. well, a classic story he wrote that doesn't get enough recognition outside of denmark is 'klodshans', which has multiple english translations including blockhead hans, clumsy hans, and jack the dullard. i'll just refer to it as blockhead hans cause that's the closest translation.
if you don't know this story: two educated sons of a squire wanna marry a fancy princess. the squire also has a third not-as-bright son named blockhead hans who also wants to marry her. on the way there he picks up three gifts for her: a dead crow, a wooden shoe, and mud. the two educated brothers arrive to meet the princess, they stutter and stammer and get nervous, princess orders them away. blockhead hans, however, cooks the dead crow in the wooden shoe over the princess's fireplace and pours mud over it as soup. the princess likes this so much that she marries him.
this general concept, with rayman in the place of blockhead hans... i'll be his prince. <3 i'm not normally one for royal aus but this is one that i'll let slide because i LOVE that dynamic so much. all sorts of fancy bachelors and bachelorettes wanting to get wedded with a royal who finds them all boring, then comes this weird guy who cooks you a dead crow and you instantly fall in love. is there ANYTHING more romantic?
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good mornie!! ૮꒰ྀི˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶꒱ྀིა i go in a lil later to work on tuesdays so that means i can sleep in a lil bit & take a lil bit more time to slowly wake up & enjoy the day ahead!! <33 i hope you all get to do the same!! ily so so sm!! ૮ ྀི ´ ˘ ` ྀིა have the v best tues!!
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In your fic, The Atlas and the Avid Reader, when Hunter says he loves the Boiling Isles and then he lists all the things he loves, What is going through Willow’s mind in that moment? Hehe asking for scientific purposes 😈 ✍️
At first she's completely stunned. While Willow was never gonna say it aloud, she had begun to worry that the Boiling Isles might be a place Hunter wanted to turn his back on forever and she wouldn't have been surprised if he held some resentment towards it. Not only with his whole abusive background but it was also the world that made him feel worthless because of his powerless status. So she was willing to accept his decision but was admittedly upset at the idea of being separated from him.
But when he says it's his home, his tone is so strikingly certain that she believes it. And that floods her with relief. He will be coming home with them. (For once she's not even thinking about how it might not be possible to return home at all. Because Hunter's optimism has brought her such a spark of joy that it rubs off on her a little without her noticing.)
Hunter saying his loves something was such a welcome surprise to such an awful night that some of Willow's melancholy ebbs away. It distracts her. She gets a little carried away by the moment and some of her playfulness returns to her. She wants to hear him talk more about the things worth loving. She wants this moment of positivity. She figures he'll say something silly and she can smile and tease him over it a little.
Which she does. But she's encouraging about it. And yeah, you can probably tell from the way she's urging him. When he tells her he loves flyer derby, she is absolutely hoping that he'll say he loves her (And Gus) next.
It's a little impulsive and silly on Willow's part, and if she were her more level-headed self at that moment she'd be thinking "he hasn't known us that long. We're his friends but he obviously doesn't quite love us yet." (Hunter's POV begs to differ.) But again, Willow has gotten carried away by the moment. She wants him to say it so she hopes he does say it. It's fanciful thinking.
He does the little hair tuck thing, which IS a sunshine reference. I intended it as like an unspoken acknowledgement of that moment from Hunter. A memory between the two of them. Kinda like an inside joke. (Though it doesn't HAVE to be interpreted this way if the reader doesn't want the two fics to be connected.) Which makes Willow melt. Like she is so endeared by this little freak. Which makes her want to hear the next thing he loves all the more.
He doesn't tell her but Willow doesn't really have a moment to be disappointed about it because Hunter bringing up his feelings on the Golden Guard immediately distracts and concerns her because she knows what the guard represented and she thinks its probably unhealthy to fixate on it, before Hunter more clearly explains himself.
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@havvkinsqueen liked for a birthday Jess!
"Is it weird to still acknowledge your human birthday when you've technically got another one?" Jessica mused, her spoon poking at the ice cream that'd been made by one of the other vampires who'd become a little obsessive about creating the confection out of blood. "I mean, my birthday and the day I was turned are only a couple of days apart, but still, it feels kinda weird."
That was actually why she'd been caught by the Magister's people in the first place. She'd decided that seventeen was going to be the year that she broke the rules and had tried to sneak out to a party. Look at her now. "Almost as weird as tryin' to forget that this was made with blood. I don't think I can eat it. . . "
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