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#v; you are my sunshine
nanlanmoarchived · 1 year
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@havvkinsqueen liked for a starter!
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"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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harbingersecho · 8 months
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Mason again
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moeblob · 1 month
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Deacon loves two things: Ymber and digging himself a grave.
Fulj hates one thing: Deacon.
#my characters#waiting on some info on the next commission so i indulged in ocs today bc i doubt i will have as much time for lil comics for a bit#deacon is so devoted hes like yeah i would kill for a deity that could easily kill anything himself but yknow teehee#and fulj just did you tell him you needed therapy also does he even know youd murder in his name#deacon caught red handed haha no of course i havent told him it should be obvious enough haha.... and its in his defense not his name :c#man really does have some issues but i love him so much and hes so devoted but like. unhealthily after a while#he does in fact need a chill pill and therapy but to be fair#ymber has needed therapy for centuries and yet he just bottles it all up and suffers so#its pretty unhealthy until they yell at each other one (1) time bc they are so insecure about things and get mad over very valid reasons#but then theyre like you know what that was necessary and i still want to stay by your side if you let me#and then fulj is like dude hey sorry you seem really happy did you fu- and ymber is like no please stop there we have not#fulj just squinting cause have not is very different than will not but whatever she doesnt wanna think about that with deacon involved ew#and eventually fulj is like hey ymber im sorry to say but i really do hate deacon and i dont even know why but he makes me uncomfortable#while deacon is just. in the room. hearing this and thinking how he knows she thinks hes weird but wow that wording hurts#and ymber doesnt wanna fill in memories better forgotten by fulj which she had forcefully removed#so he just says oh well his hair and clothing are black and you had someone in the past that you might see in him and its not a pleasant en#so you know maybe its that idk#and fulj is then WHATST i was rude to him for someone i cant even remember? lame im gonna try SO HARD to be nice to him now#and deacon just still sitting there with some food like this is v awkward and i wish i could not be here for it#and later he asks ymber about who he resembled and as ymber is descibing her it clicks in deacons head and he gets really sad#that he might somehow remind fulj of the woman she loved before she was punished for loving a mortal#and he feels kinda bad pestering her so much with his curiosities about deities and he kinda gets it#the fact hes close to ymber might remind her at the core that she was once that close with a mortal if not closer#anyway story time in the tags again#im so obsessed with these peeps and i have made them suffer so much but they do all end on a happy note#its still funny and nice to me that while fulj is creeped out by deacon and doesnt like talking to him#he still expresses the most emotions to her - he tries hard to remain serious around ymber and collected and obedient at all times#and when out and about with ymber he has to be intimidating and refuses smiling but fulj?? all sunshine and smiles and emotions easy to rea#and she is just that is so weird go away i hate you
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yuukimiyas · 26 days
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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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richardxoliverxmayhew · 3 months
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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.
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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.
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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
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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
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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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nanlanmoarchived · 2 years
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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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jestersking · 6 months
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chief...
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moeblob · 2 months
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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.
#my characters#also i just think it would be so funny to have him walk into the bar when karen and the boys are all there#and she sees him and is like OH MY GOD ITS MY GUY AND HE HAS A WOMAN WITH HIM I have to go congratulate him#and she jumps out of the booth to go say hi to him and the rest of her group is staring with wide eyes because whomst#and then her shoulders drop and the guy looks nervous and then karen is just gesturing to her group#and she walks him over and is like hey this is my guy and his cousin i hate my life#and then introduces rick to her friends/coworkers in the worst way ever like.... so lackluster#thats right and hes gay and pining and possibly dating#thats brent and hes pining and possibly dating#thats chris and he might have a divorce on his track record (HEY!) but we still love him#and thats paul the disaster bisexual currently pining#she sighs then points to the bar and goes AND I GUESS ILL INCLUDE the pining hot bartender in the introductions#everyone meet rick and his cousin and rick is like oh ! paul! hes your best friend!#cause he KNOWS that name from their ONE DATE that they both pretend didn't happen#and paul is just sunshine and flowers and beaming like oh ?? OH ??? KAREN? BESTIE? MY BEST FRIEND?#and she blushes and glares at rick because DOES THAT LOOK LIKE A FACE THAT CAN HANDLE COMPLIMENTS YOU JERK look what you did to him#and rick is v sorry and feels bad about it cause hes really just some random polite guy and thats why it would never work#hes too nice for karen and she CRAVES the teasing THE BANTER THE LANGUAGE and no hes just nice bye#so he leaves with his cousin to get some drinks and walks back over after hes done#and stares at paul as he says wow the bartender really is pining like you said in response to karen and paul wants to melt into his seat#therefore karen will forgive her guy for telling paul he was her best friend (its true tho) bc he made paul embarrassed#and he smiles at her and says bye and she just nods and is like yup talk to you next time we match#and its never romantic its always platonic#they are always going to match but its NEVER going to go beyond friends#though they do become friends and hang out eventually!#yes you can tell i thought about this A LOT on the drive#oops i fell in love
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ginger-grimm · 1 year
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SUNSHINE EXCHANGE
Alena Foster in “Silver Lining” for @veetlegeuse
I hope you like it!
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queen-scribbles · 10 months
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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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sage-nebula · 1 year
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I miss Japan so much 😔
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raylex · 1 year
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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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yuukimiyas · 8 months
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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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lollytea · 2 years
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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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nanlanmoarchived · 10 months
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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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