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wordstome · 7 months

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I am having a goddamn nightmare of a time writing the university au (mostly because I have a shit ton of work to do…for my university…lol) so have some headcanons about the most toxic couple you’ve ever met. mdni under the cut

They’re like the definition of a situationship. They’re dating in every aspect except by name

At first she does try to sleep with other guys like she did before König but that doesn’t last long, because nobody else is as good as him. She will never admit this outside of the bedroom

Meanwhile he literally calls her his girlfriend behind her back

She’s emotionally unavailable toxic, he’s obsessive and possessive toxic

König enjoys the pursuit and just thinks it’s normal for women to be difficult like this. I would say “poor König” but he has a bad habit of picking her up and carrying her places against her will so he’s not that poor

She likes to tell herself she has no attachment to him, but she loves the ego boost he gives her by acting like a lovestruck puppy and following her everywhere. She’s also secretly into him being controlling

She does have her moments of genuinely caring about him, though. She brought him lunch once and he looked at her like she hung the moon the whole day. Her excuse was that she just happened to get/make an extra portion, but she did, in fact, get him a portion on purpose

She basically lives with him after a certain point. Her roommates barely see her anymore since she only comes and goes from her old place to get things. He constantly threatens to change the locks on her, but they both know it’s an empty threat. He much prefers to punish her in sexy ways

She'll just be minding her own business talking to a classmate or perhaps flirting with someone when König will come up behind her and put his arms around her. If she was just talking to someone she'll pat his face before attempting to shoo him off. If she was flirting with someone, she wrenches him off her and storms off in a huff (whoever she was talking to has definitely fled from König's evil eye by that point)

They don't really fight, they just have spats because König is endlessly amused by her anger and she is unable to stay mad at him for long. The one time they had a real fight was nasty, and they didn't talk for days afterwards

She's usually quite a chill, go with the flow person (because if she allowed herself too much stress or anxiety at once it would destroy her), but König brings out the spitfire in her

In equal measure, König is a bit of the shy and quiet giant type, but she brings out the brat tamer in him. They alternate balancing each other out

It's kind of easy to look at them and go "why are they still doing this to themselves" but when they get along (i.e. he's behaving himself and she's not pretending not to know him) they're as functional as any other couple

This definitely goes without saying: the nastiest most bed-breaking sex. They fuck like they’re trying to murder each other

I know it's a pet peeve of many people when they say the reader is ooooo so small and delicate next to the cod men, and I tend to agree. However, unless you are also nearly seven feet tall and built like an olympic swimmer, I'm just gonna say you're smaller than König

That being said, he LOVES using his size against her. Picking her up, bending her over things, bending her in half (mating press, his beloved)

If he wants her to stay, she'll stay. He'll have one hand on her throat pinning her down, the other keeping her open to slam into her

This brat will look him dead in the eye and ask "is that all you've got?", which obviously makes him lose his mind in the best way

She definitely has more experience than he does, which actually works out in his favor: him getting better at fucking really just means he's getting better at fucking her

They're so goddamn nasty they've definitely fucked in semi-public places because she teased him to the point of madness and he popped a boner so hard it was painful

Oh, the dirty talk. König is such a gentleman outside of the bedroom, but the degradation that comes out of him while he's fucking her is toe-curling. A lot of "nobody else can fuck you like this" and "all you're good for is taking me in your tight little hole"

He growls??? I don't know if y'all have heard his voicelines in German but he snarls at her when he's trying to teach her a lesson and it turns her into putty

This post is dedicated to @kneelingshadowsalome, who is waiting for this fic so patiently and is my shining beacon of motivation at this point lol

#könig #cod mw2 #call of duty #konig #könig cod #konig cod #könig mw2 #konig x reader #König x reader #konig x you #König x you #cod #mw2 #König call of duty #könig fanfiction #university au #fic: now playing

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thetravelingtyper · 26 days

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Writers confident challenge! list your 5 writings you love the most! Reread them and tell yourself you are a gem to this world! and if you want, send this to the writers you like let them know how awesome they are! 💌

Thank you anon this took a minute! :D

1: Out From Twisting Pages - my longest work so far but my most beloved. This fic has helped me work out depression and trauma and is almost 2 years old! (Labyrinth Jareth x GN Reader)

2: Reaper - Second in my Spitfire Series. While the first is more popular I loved writing this. This developed my characteristic Soft! Simon (COD Simon x GN reader)

3: Our Shattered Heart - I loved this! I love the Smiths and still can't believe they led me to Writing Poly for the first time! I always reread this and enjoy it lol. (Cod 141 x GN reader)

4: Hypnogogic - A little untraditional as it is a poetry post but this I cried to while writing. (COD Simon x reader Angst)

5: On the Same Page series - I started then a little after getting my first library job! This fic helps me to relax. (COD Simon x Reader Bookshop Au (fem terms but not too many))

Thank you anon I hope this pleases you! It was fun exploring my writing

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hotvintagepoll · 2 months

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Propaganda

Glenda Farrell (We're in the Money, The Mystery of the Wax Museum, I've Got Your Number)— Susan Slept Here is a terrible no good very bad movie but somehow she gets even hotter as she ages

Dolores del Rio (Flying Down to Rio, Flor silvestre)—to begin with, dolores is so RADIANTLY BEAUTIFUL, even more so in action then in images, its like she emits a literal glow. marlene dietrich (a close friend and rumored lover) considered her "the most beautiful woman who ever set foot in hollywood". she was the first mexican actress to become a major success in hollywood, rising to fame in the silent era and becoming an influential icon of beauty and glamor in the art deco age, though she was not thrilled with the exoticizing parts often pushed on her. in the mid 1940s having tired of the controlling hollywood studio system she returned to mexico, saying "I wish to choose my own stories, my own director and cameraman. I can accomplish this better in mexico", and proceeded to become a pivotal figure in the golden age of mexican cinema, making a string of masterpieces with directir emilio fernández and cinematographer gabriel figueroa. i love this anecdote about the insane art deco mansion she and her then-husband cedric gibbons lived in in the 30s, as related by david niven: "Dolores had a large sunny room on the first floor containing a huge and inviting bed. Gibbons lived in comparative squalor in a small room immediately below. The only connection between these rooms was by way of a stepladder, which could be lowered only when a trapdoor in the floor of Dolores room had been raised. There was a long stick with which, we conjectured, he signaled his intention or hopes by rapping out signals on the floor of his wife’s bedchamber." heres a pinterest album with a billion hot pictures of her

This is round 1 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.

[additional propaganda submitted under the cut]

Dolores del Rio:

There's so much! She started in Silent films and successfully transitioned to sound, She is the first woman to wear a two piece swimsuit on screen & popularized the bikini!, She transitioned back to Mexican Cinema in the late 1940s and was a leading lady of the Golden Age of Mexican Cinema including staring in Maria Candelaria--the first Mexican film to win the palm d'Or at Cannes. She was literally studied for her beauty & was considered a beauty ideal in both the USA & Mexico--there's a whole section on her Wikipedia page about how beautiful everyone thinks she was. She never actually had a feud with any of the female stars she was rumored to feud with despite the fact that press & Hollywood culture attempted to pain them in competition... She remained a leader in Mexican theater & Cinema through her own production company. Mexican painter Diego Rivera: "The most beautiful, the most gorgeous of the west, east, north and south. I'm in love with her as 40 million Mexicans and 120 million Americans who can't be wrong" (quote source: Wikipedia)

*fan self* Leading actress in silents and early Hollywood. Lover of Orson Welles until she got fed up with him, friend of Diego Rivera and Frieda Kahlo. When she got tired of Hollywood executives typecasting her as a stereotypical spitfire (and trying to force her to feud with Lupe Velez as a publicity stunt), she ditched Hollywood and became a major star of Mexican cinema, where she got to play rounded characters

Had a career in American cinema in the 20s and 30s and considered one of the most important figures in the Golden Age of Mexican cinema (30s to 50s).

Marlene Dietrich said Dolores was the most beautiful woman to set foot in Hollywood

Joan Crawford: "Dolores became, and remains, as one of the most beautiful stars in the world."

One of the few Latin American women working in the Hollywood industry to make it big not just in hre home country but internationally. In 1931, Photoplay magazine declared that Mexican film actress Dolores del Rio had the "best figure in Hollywood." (which I know not necessarily a good barometer) but! it shows that many people looked at her for her beauty and sought to emulate her. Famous for her years-long love affair with actor and director Orson Welles, who was 10 years her junior if that's anything.

We need more hispanic representation in this!! Del Río is one of the most important actresses of her time as she was one of the first Mexican movie stars to break through to Hollywood! She’s unbelievably sexy and an absolute icon. Thank you :)

#dolores del rio #glenda farrell #hotvintagepoll #ladies 1 #fuck that old woman

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nburkhardt · 10 months

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My beloved baby Pikachu I bring Pokémon ideas~

Eddie as ghost type gym leader whose gym looks like a metal concert and he has his sweetheart strapped to his back at all times

Steve as a water/fighting type gym leader whose gym is half a pool. Everyone is surprised to find this guy in a soft pastel sweater, tight jeans, and the fluffiest hair is the leader. Until he brings put his nail bat as the battle starts.

Everyone thinks they hate each other because they seem polar opposite but no one notices the skull ring on Steve's left hand nor the soft purple sweater Eddie sometimes wears.

They're married your honor!

The Party is a group of newbie trainers that get taken under their wings of course.

🖤❤️🖤❤️🐼

AHHHHH!!! PANDA I LOVE YOU, I already freaked out in dms with you but I’mma say it again: I LOVE YOUR BRAIN, you get ALLLLL the forehead kisses 🥹🥹🥹 I’m sooo gonna ramble away. Maybe not a full fic but my god I’m obsessed. (It’s a full fic, with a surprise pov!)

We’re going to mix up all the gens together (so if you only know some Pokémon, I’ll include pictures at the bottom of the ones I mentioned)

ALSO: if you have any ideas for anyone else’s Pokémon, let me knowwwww.

Onto my rambling fic under the cut 🥰

Here’s the thing, when Dustin decided to take on the gym challenge, he had no idea what he was going to expect.

He didn’t think picking a grass type to start could both hurt and help him between each gym. But Snivy was a little spitfire and like him; dramatic. She didn’t like any of the nicknames he threw out at her. She also didn’t like her pokeball, instead she preferred to sit on his head.

All of his friends were also doing the challenge but he was getting distracted by figuring out more information on each Pokémon instead of just battling. They’re all ahead of him, which, is okay it’s annoying but’s fine.

Especially when he ran into Steve.

Dustin was supposed to take on the fairy gym next but he heard the leader was ruthless. So, he decided to train up a bit. Maybe even evolve Natu and Trapinch. But instead of that, he was grumbling as he carried his very much knocked out, Trapinch to the Pokémon center instead of battling more.

Servine was walking next to him now, too big for staying on top of him when walking. She was also grumbling in her own way, crossed arms and nose in the air.

“We’re trying to get them to evolve, Servine, not knock them out!” He threw out at her getting closer to the center, “can’t believe I let you get your way all the time”

She apparently didn’t like that information and huffed before walking away, which would normally be fine if they weren’t in a new town. So, instead of reaching the Center like he wanted, he turns around to follow her. Returning Trapinch to his ball for now.

“Come ON, Servine I didn’t mean it like that! You’re so good at everything but-” he immediately knocked into somebody and knocked to the floor, “fuck, ow. Dude!”

Looking up he finds a guy, probably in his early twenties with a Mimikyu sitting on his shoulder while a tiny Pumpkaboo floats next to him. Which is a weird combo with the dude’s outfit choice of a soft looking yellow sweater and light wash jeans. “Not my fault you weren’t looking, dude”

Dustin glares up at him before getting up and dusting his legs off, “hey! I’m only looking for my Pokémon, she ran off from me!” Looking around he can’t tell which direction she actually went in, “by any chance you from around here?”

The guy makes a funny assumed face, both ghost pokémon snicker as well- which is so confusing. But he’s not too concerned for that, more so about the fact that his goddamn starter ran off.

“Yeah, you could say I’m from around here. What’s the Pokémon? A tiny Bidoof? Oh or is it a little Oddish?” He laughs and makes a weird hand movement that clearly both ghosts know and move away, “they got a name? That’d be way easier”

Crossing his arms he looks away, “Servine, and no. She didn’t like anything I came up with, so”

The guy’s laugh dies down and he frowns, “what, were the names lame or-” he shakes his head, “you’re upset, sorry, I’m Steve. Let’s find your Pokémon instead of bickering”

“I’m Dustin, and- SERVINE!” His eyes widen as the tiny Pumpkaboo (seriously how is that Pumpkaboo that small?) leads his Servine towards them, “I’m sorry, seriously, you’re the best and that was uncalled for. Are you okay?”

Servine nods and curls into his arms. He doesn’t bother saying anything else to her, cuddles her close and turns to find Steve picking up Mimikyu and whispering to Pumpkaboo, “Thanks. Seriously”

Steve smiles, “no problem, Oz here is pretty good at finding things.” He looks at his watch before wincing, “I gotta run, we’re gonna be late. You at the fairy gym?”

What the- “how do you know?”

Steve gives another funny look before shrugging, “Got an eye for these things, anyway, next gym is ghost. Be wary of him, he’s a little, hm, much. Yeah?”

All he can do is nod and watch as Steve just walks away.

Fairy gyms are brutal, even with Trapinch evolving into Vibrava. His saving grace was Slugma and that was it still rough since it’s fire isn’t that effective against fairy.

Maybe he should’ve gone with more poison types.

But that was two days ago, and now he’s making his way towards the next town and their gym. He is wary. Not only because of what Steve told him but because of running into Lucas.

(Lucas had decided on a water type, Totodile. Which was a little surprising for Lucas but Dustin didn’t question it, the little Totodile was energetic and lovable.)

He was minding his own business trying to figure out whether or not he could, technically, learn how to speak in the Pokémon’s language. When a blue bundle ran towards him, looking around he spots Lucas trying to catch his breath. “Hey! I thought you would’ve been passed this one”

They play catch up and once it’s all been said and done, Lucas shows him where the gym is. It looks fairly normal on the outside but Lucas swears it’s a whole other world inside.

“It’s like a concert, and there’s an actual audience too! Which was overwhelming at first, but once I got my footing it was like they weren’t there” Lucas explains, stopping only once their in front of a normal looking gym, Lucas laughs and shakes his head, “yeah that was my first expression too. I think you’ll enjoy it. Might have a hard time”

He looks away from the building to raise an eyebrow at him, “what does that mean?”

“Dude you picked a grass type as your starter! And you have no dark types!”

Rolling his eyes, “thanks for the encouragement, I’m sure I could handle it. Even with the disadvantages.”

Lucas looked like he didn’t believe him, but it didn’t bother him. Their whole party looked at him funny when he went with a grass type. Hell, Max made fun of him for it.

It didn’t matter, the gym challenge is turning out to be nothing he wanted to do once he’s able. He wanted to be a professor anyway. This was just temporary, even if he gets beat a bunch of times.

Walking inside the gym, he bypasses the annoying tips guy at right next to the door and makes his way to find the actual battle area. Lucas gave him the directions, it was confusing he said.

Sure enough, there’s a goddamn maze and cords everywhere.

After what feels like hours, he makes it to the end and is faced with a stage. Cords and what looks like vines everywhere, sure enough a small audience is there too. It looks all badass and a mix between rock and metal.

As he opens his mouth the lights go away and he has to immediately cover his ears as a loud beat starts. There’s a guitar being played even louder, clearer too. A spot light hits the stage and now he knows who’s playing.

Standing in the middle of the stage is a man. Long frizzy hair, leather jacket over a t-shirt with a band on it, ripped black jeans and black shoes. His guitar really completes the look, red with black lines all over.

The guy plays for a few minutes before stopping and walking closer, “Welcome to my metal concert, you ready for your ass to be handed to you?”

Right as he’s about to open his mouth a little orange and brown blur pops up behind the gym leader, it looks oddly familiar.

The man follows his gaze and groans, shifting his guitar to his back and focusing on the tiny Pokémon next to him, “Ozzy, we talked about this! Either stay in your ball, off the battle field or at home.”

Dustin blinks, moving closer he finds that the tiny Pokémon is a Pumpkaboo. That’s definitely moving and saying something back, which makes the guy shake his head before glancing around.

“Uh-“

“Hold on, I’m trying to find- HONEY LOVE! Come get your child!”

There’s no movement but he hears a snort, then the tiny Pokémon moves away and he sees the gym leader shake his head again, “sorry, that little guy is only a baby. Let’s get this show on the road, shall we?”

The guy’s smile is wild and maybe Lucas was right.

An hour later and Dustin is sitting on the edge of the stage freshly beat and definitely ready to call it quits for the day.

“Did Eds give you a rough time?”

His head snaps up, there’s Steve with Mimikyu on his head and a Vaporeon sitting next to him.

“I just need to do some more training.” He doesn’t want to admit that yes, the gym leader, Eddie, definitely gave him a rough time. It was fun, but Eddie was even more brutal than the fairy gym.

Maybe he just needs to catch a dark type.

Steve nods slightly, making Mimikyu squeak. “Doesn’t hurt to train more, V here” he pats the Vaporeon’s head, causing a pur to happen, “wasn’t the greatest battler, we had to do lots of training. Before you do any of that, want to come have dinner with us? You and your Pokémon can all rest for the night”

Dustin can’t figure out how he didn’t put two and two together. He feels like an idiot right now.

“What do you mean you’re also a gym leader? The final one at that?! Why didn’t you tell me?!”

Steve snorts, putting his hands in his pockets as he leads them to a house, “not my fault you didn’t pay attention when the professor talked about the gym challenge to you.”

Crossing his arms he glares at the ground, “yeah well, Professor Owens forgets shit. How is it you’re the water gym leader yet have a ghost type with you?”

There’s an amused smirk on Steve’s face and what sounds like a giggle come from Mimikyu, “I might specialize with water types, I do have a fond experience with ghost types. And dude, it’s okay to try catching other types. I just so happen to work better with water types. Queen here was a gift, basically, my partner found an egg and gave it to me.”

He nods because Steve’s right, it is nice to use all different types. Though if he did only pick one, grass or bug type is where he’d stick with.

“Alright” Steve smiles and comes to a stop, “we’re here, once we get inside you can let your Pokémon out.” He leads them up to a door and Dustin takes in the mixture of aesthetics.

There’s clearly two different personalities living in this house, whoever Steve’s partner is, definitely enjoys the darker aesthetic compared to Steve. Who gives off a more pastel aesthetic. Not that he fully knows, he’s still going off or how Steve is dressed.

“Hey baby, I brought a guest!”

They both hear a crash and then a curse. A Gengar floats out of the kitchen and snickers as it stops in front of Steve, “What did you do?”

“He’s over the moon for beating up a Nin- woah! Honey love, you brought the kid I just beat?”

Blinking hard because there’s no way, Dustin also rubs his eyes before looking over at the kitchen doorway. His vision clears and yep, there’s the gym leader, Eddie, standing there in a pastel purple sweater and black sweats with his Decidueye leaning behind him.

“You’ve got to be kidding me, seriously?”

Steve outright laughs and pats his shoulder, “dude, you’re face. Oh man, should’ve taken a picture.” He moves closer to Eddie and presses a kiss to his cheek, “He looked so sad after the defeat, I had to.”

Eddie shakes his head, amusement clear on his face, “Honey, you gotta warn people when you bring them over. Even if they look like a kicked Eevee”

He scruffs and looks away from the couple to find the Pumpkaboo, Ozzy apparently, next to him. It makes him groan, “I’m an idiot, you’re the one who found Servine!”

Ozzy nods excitedly before floating down and nudges his bag, confused he opens it and Ozzy dances around him. He’s curious and looks over at the couple, “uh, what?”

“He’s asking you to let your Pokémon out, they’ll enjoy some play time and food.” Eddie answers and looks at the time, “which is done by the way. Come on, let them out and we’ll give you some tips”

Shrugging, he does just that, all his Pokémon looking around curiously before spotting the backdoor where Ozzy and Steve are now in front of. All of them rush over and Steve laughs before opening the door, letting all of his Pokémon outside.

“Don’t worry, we got a fence and there’s food already out there.”

He can only nod and watch as his Pokémon all play together with Steve’s and Eddie’s Pokémon.

Dustin doesn’t know how he ended up here, honestly, he’s sitting inside a home that belongs to two gym leaders. Who are not only two of the strongest ones but also married to each other. Of all the things he was learning, this might’ve been the most surprising.

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I’m gonna end it there because if I keep going this post will be stupid long (it already is 😅) BUT!! I decided to make this into a series!! It’ll be a fun one that I could write and post whenever I want. Can switch up povs and everything this way. Please don’t ask me why I went with Dustin’s pov this time around, I don’t even know. I just..kept going.

Anyway! If you enjoyed this let me know what you think and if you have any ideas/suggestions you can totally leave me some!!

Taglist: (sorry if you don’t like Pokémon 😂)

@spectrum-spectre @itsfreakingbats @mysticcrownshipper @artiststarme @thereindeerlady @justforthedead89 @ronniescontinuum @freyaforestafay @littlewildflowerkitten @estrellami-1 @gregre369 @zerokrox-blog @bookworm0690 @flustratedcas @carlprocastinator1000 @marvelmwah @solliesolesito @navnae @i-less-than-three-you @strangersteddierthings

Here’s the graphs of the Pokémon I have mentioned and also the full teams of the main three (Dustin, Steve & Eddie) and also Lucas’ totodile (didn’t come up with his full team)

#steddie #pokemon au #steddie fic #dustin henderson fic #Dustin will be a Pokémon professor someday #for now he’s that kid at every start of the games that goes ‘SCIENCE IS AMAZING’#stranger things fic #nburkhardt writes #strangers things and Pokémon au #steve x eddie #tbh idk how to tag this

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welp0w0 · 3 months

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A New Challenger Appeared!

ough Tee my beloved.. shes just just so meepy....

@spread-the-influence is doing a special [EVENT] right now, with the very special guests of Swapped Ragatha and TI (aka Tee)!!!

heres some more miscellaneous doodles of the beloved meepy - Tee; and our spitfire - swapped Ragatha :D

#tadc #the amazing digital circus #tadc ragatha #tadc au #atrd #ask the rag dolly #spread the influence #atrd ragatha #[the influencer]#swap ragatha #swap TI #atrd Tee #my art #welp art #digital art #theinfluencer!ragatha

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nebulablakemurphy · 2 years

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The Queen’s Hand

(Part II: Curse of Harrenhal)

Summary: Y/N Targaryen is Princess of the seven realms. First born daughter of, Viserys I and Aemma Targaryen. Heir to the iron throne, forced to make impossible decisions to ensure peace amongst the land and the safety of those she holds most dear.

Prologue | Part I

The decision to move their family to Harrenhal did not come lightly. Y/N grappled with the thought of leaving her father to Alicent. But with Rhaenyra and Laenor setting sail to Dragon Stone with their children, to stay is a fool’s errand.

Harwin was right after all, they are happy as Lord and Lady. It has only been a few days since they’ve made the journey. The children have found themselves well at home. Y/N finds more joy in the title gained through marriage than the one she was born into. It is odd, without Rhaenyra and the rest of their family, but they will make the best of it.

The five of them are seated round the supper table. Harwin and Y/N at the head and foot, their children on either side.

“I would like to raise a toast. To your mother,” Harwin lifts his chalice, “my beautiful bride. And to you, our well mannered children. Without all of you this castle would not be a home.”

“Cheers,” Y/N raises her cup with a smile. “To you, my ever loving husband and our wonderful children.”

“Even mother thought well mannered a stretch.” Viserus chuckles, “cheers, never the less.”

“I said no such thing!” Y/N gapes at him.

“We needn’t hear the words, mother. Your face betrays you.” Aemmia cuts in, “cheers to us.”

“To us.” Geniysa says finally. “May we give you half the hell.”

“Geniysa,” Y/N attempts to fight back her smile. “Do not speak that way, it is unbecoming.” Her children are spitfires, just as she had been. The dragon blood courses strong through their veins. That’s what their grand sire, Viserys, had to say on the manner, anyway. The older they get, the more Y/N fears it may be true. Their sharp tongues and whit may truly out do her.

“Your mother loves you.” Harwin tells his children.

“As we love her, father. It’s just a bit of good fun. She’s been gloomy as of late, surely she misses her squabbles with Aunt Rhaenyra.” Viserus tells Harwin.

“Tis true,” Geniysa chimes in, “we thought a bit of back and forth might please her.”

“We wish only to make you proud.”

“Thank you for your thoughtfulness, I do miss my sister. As I’m sure you all miss your cousins. However the void is not yours to fill. As you live and breathe you have done enough, my dear children. We have made this decision with all of you in mind, we will be sure to visit our family in Dragon Stone soon.” Y/N lowers her gaze to the plate of food before her.

“Let’s eat.”

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The children settle into their rooms after bathing. Tomorrow Viserus will begin training with his father. A kindly step up from the likes of Criston Cole. The plans have been laid on a pit to house the family dragons. As of now, they remain in King’s Landing.

Y/N drifts to sleep with thoughts of flying free, on the back of her beloved dragon, Atara. If only all her dreams were so sweet.

The princess wakes in a cold sweat, her chest heaving for breath she can’t seem to find.

“What is it, my darling?” Harwin springs to action, arms winding around her, voice still rough with sleep.

“There was a fire. I can still smell the flames.” Y/N chokes out.

“Was only a dream.” He assures her.

Y/N brings a hand up to scrub at her aching forehead. “I need to see the children.”

“It is the middle of the night.”

“I need to see them safe, please?”

Harwin presses a series of kisses to the side of her face, behind the shell of the ear. “Very well.”

They stumble about the dimly lit corridors, visiting Aemmia and Viserus’ rooms without waking them.

As the door creaks open to their youngest daughter’s room, she wakes. Blinking slowly at the figures in the entryway “Mother? Father? Is something the matter?”

“Fear not, sweetheart. Your mother wishes only to watch you sleep.”

Geniysa huffs a laugh. “Where I would be in this world if you did not love me so, Mama? Whatever troubles you will keep til morning. We are all well tended.”

Y/N nods, “sorry to wake you.”

“I love you,” Y/N’s daughter calls. “And I will love you more on the morrow.”

“More on the morrow.” Harwin smiles at her, easing the door shut behind his wife. “Are you yet pleased, Y/N? All accounted for. Not a danger in sight.”

Y/N sighs, “back to bed with you,” she waves a hand at him.

“Will you be able to find sleep?”

“Aren’t you going to help me?” Y/N quirks a brow.

Harwin chuckles. “Trouble through and through, you are.”

“I do apologize.” Y/N murmurs, all teasing aside. “For rousing the house.”

“If this is the cost of loving you I will pay it, gratefully. You are not a bother.”

Y/N shakes her head. “My father was nearly driven out of his mind over the song of ice and fire.”

“That is different, my love.”

“These dreams cannot rule my hand.” She mustn’t allow them to govern her as they had the king.

Harwin sighs, “I will let no harm come to our family. I swear this to you.”

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“Y/N! Y/N!” The incessant shaking of her shoulders is what finally wakes her.

“Harwin?” Y/N squints into the darkness. Surely it is not yet morning.

“Let me help you dress.” Harwin all but drags her from the bed. Forcing her gown up over her shoulders. “Remember what I’ve sworn to you? No harm will come to our family.”

“I remember.” Y/N breathes out.

“You mustn’t panic, the maids are gathering the children. We need to leave, now.”

“What’s happened?”

“There’s a fire, started in the east wing. Traveling toward us quickly. We’ve safe passage out, but we must make haste.”

Y/N rushes to the door.

“Your grace.” Y/N’s handmaiden, Angette, waits just outside, with the Princess’s daughters.

“Where’s Viserus?”

“The door is blocked and it will not budge, we have all tried Princess.”

“Out of the way.” Harwin moves swiftly past them to his son’s room. “Viserus!”

“Father! The door has sealed itself shut.”

“Stand away from the door, I’m going to bring it down.” Harwin tells him. And he does try, time and time again. Ramming his shoulder into the wood for what feels like an eternity, before he finally stops. “Give me a moment.”

“Do not leave me!” Viserus cries.

“I will not leave you,” Y/N assures her son. Cheek pressed to the door between them, desperately. “I will never leave you. Your father went to find something to pry the door open.”

“It’s hard to breathe, mother.”

“I know, my sweet, only a moment more.” Y/N coughs, the smoke clouds looming around them.

“Here we are.” Harwin returns with the fire pick, wedging it into the door closure…again it will not move.

Y/N turns to her husband, eyes wet with fear and ash. “What will we do?”

Harwin inhales deeply. “We have to go outside.”

“What?” Y/N demands, grabbing his arm.

“Viserus, I need you to listen carefully.”

“I am.”

“Steal yourself, my boy. The door is lost, we must find another way.”

“But father the window…tis too high up.”

“I know you are afraid, but we are going to fight. Will you fight with me?”

“Yes, father.” The boy agrees.

“Go to the window, open it, let the fresh air in.” Harwin instructs, aware of Y/N fingers restlessly clutching his back. “Take to your bed, grab the thickest coverlet and toss it down.”

“It’s done.” Viserus calls.

“Well done, son.” Harwin tells him. “Now tie the bottom and top sheets together, taut as you can. Bring the bed frame to the window and anchor the fitted sheet to the post.”

“Now what?”

“Toss the loose end out the window and await my instruction.”

“I am frightened.”

“You are brave,” Harwin corrects him.

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“Princess…you are injured.” Angette nods to the ruins of her dress.

“Mother!” Aemmia rushes to her side.

Y/N shakes her head, “it’s nothing.” She knows not of her injuries, nor does she care.

“Gather beneath the window. Each of us must hold a corner. Keep your grasp tight, leave only a bit of give, lest he tear straight through.” Harwin locks eyes with Aemmia as he speaks.

His daughter nods, taking stance with her mother and sister.

“Viserus, now is the time! You must scale down the wall using the sheet. Let go when you reach the bottom and we will catch you.”

“I can’t.”

“My darling, you must!” Y/N calls. “You will not fall, I swear it. Trust in us, we are your family.”

On trembling legs, their only son steps out onto the window sill. Clutching fast to his bedding.

“There we are.” Harwin encourages. “That is the way.”

“Magnificent job, brother.”

“You’re nearly there.”

The praises sound until Viserus is at the end of his line. Dangling no more than a few feet overhead. When he finally lets go, the feeling is no different than flying.

The material of the blanket shifts under his weight, drawing the four corners together and those manning them by proxy. But he is free and he is safe.

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The journey home takes several days. They have two horses, but the carriage was burned to ash. Most of the trek is made on foot, kind people along the way offer aide and safe passage. A kindness to be rewarded handsomely.

The guards behave oddly when Y/N arrives back at the castle. She reasons it is because they are not expecting her back so soon. The family is escorted to the grand hall, though none are dressed accordingly.

Y/N can see her father and Alicent at the forefront, absolutely beside themselves.

The guardsman announces their presence to the crowded room. “The princess, Y/N Targaryen and prince consort Ser Harwin Strong, with their children, Prince Viserus Strong, Princesses Aemmia and Geniysa Strong.”

Y/N makes haste to her father, desperate to know why all the long faces. Viserys meets her half way, fussing endlessly about her face, her hair. “Father,” she stills his hands. “What is the matter?”

“My girl. I thought you…I saw the remains of the castle myself. They told us you were…” Viserys chokes up, “there was nothing left.”

“I am here, father.” Y/N embraces him, watching Alicent’s expression over his shoulder. Even she looks relieved, one hand held briefly over her heart. “I am here.”

“We must have the Maester.” Alicent murmurs to her servant.

“Yes, your Grace.”

“Stay put this time, will you?” The king pleads. He cannot stand this or anything of the sort.

“We shall see.” Y/N agrees, perhaps things will be different now. “There is something else you need know.”

“Then speak it,” Viserys insists.

“We all know the curse of Harrenhal. How it passes judgment.”

“Y/N-”

“I do not think the house set fire to itself. Viserus’ door was jammed shut, sealed in a way we could not open.”

Viserys’ eyes widen a fraction, then his gaze turns from his daughter, to the masses. “My Daughter, Princess Y/N, and her family have been viciously attacked.”

The room is silent, save for gasps of surprise.

“Let it be known, that any attack on my daughters or their houses is a direct attack on your king. Offenders will be punished to the fullest extent of the law!”

Part III

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itsabouttimex2 · 13 days

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Hi would it be alright if I request yandere Redson x Mei story /one shot please 🙏 💗 I really like their dynamic and I heard that demons back then would kidnap woman to marry them (even by force if necessary)

Would it be possible to request yandere Redson kidnapping Mei to marry her please ; if you wanna go dark you can do! I look forward to seeing what you come up with 💗 ^^

(if romance makes you uncomfortable, then maybe yandere platonic Redson doesn’t wanna share his only friend Mei with others )

Caleo Courtnapping

(Romance isn’t usually my cup of tea, but it’s nice to try new things! Also, a new Azure Lion bot is in the works!)

“…you’re very pretty,” Red Son finally says. He’s been sitting at the table for nearly an hour, seated opposite his bride-to-be. Each minute not spent staring at her is spent brainstorming and sketching on blank sheets of paper. “You’ve always been pretty. I only wish it hadn’t taken me so long to realize something so obvious.”

In his other hand is a custom cocktail, made by a well-dressed Bull Clone- there’ll be alcohol served at the coming wedding, and he’s been combing through a list of potential options.

“Strawberry daiquiri, sweetened with sugar and served with a splash of lime for freshness. It’ll match our colors, too.”

The fiery prince turn to his ‘darling’, wearing a smug grin that vanishes when he sees the furious expression apparent in her eyes.

“Oh, don’t look at me like that, Mei.”

From behind an intricate and gilded muzzle, the swordswoman snarls.

“I tried to take it off, darling. You wanted to breath fire at me. Bad idea, by the way- fire’s my thing. I’m not too sure what you expected, actually- stop thrashing around!”

Red Son rounds the table to his intended bride’s side, groaning at her fury. He hadn’t intended for the wedding planning to be a matter of trying to coax nods or shakes from his beloved dragon-horse girl. No, he would’ve much rather spent a lovely evening together, trying wine and sampling sweet pastries for the inevitable day of union that they would share.

But she had made the decision to get physical, so the prince had made a decision of his own- that restraints were now necessary.

And now Mei sits on a sturdy redwood chair, cushioned by lush velvet and installed with many metal shackles to hold any unwilling spouse defiant individual in place. With her wrists and ankles firmly latched down, she found it hard to do much more than writhe.

But writhe she did, so Red circled the chair and slapped a button on the side with little fanfare. A clanging SHUNK sounds as two crescents of metal meet around her waist, tightening slowly to adhere her more closely to the thick wooden chair. Another button, a loud banging of metal that leaves her forearms bound with steel.

“There. That should keep you from ruining your-“

Pause. What did Mother say? Be honest with her instead of playing coy or being proud?

“…you have lovely skin, my dearest spitfire. It would be a travesty if you broke it by thrashing about. That wasn’t a threat, by the way. Please stop writhing.”

Nailed it. Mother would certainly be pleased by his efforts to open up to his future wife, and his expanding complimentary skills.

Or she would start expecting grandkids.

Maybe it would be better to keep this to himself, actually.

With a sigh, he moves one hand to the woman’s muzzled cheek.

“I’ll let you have a drink, darling. But only if you promise to behave.”

There’s a clear enthusiasm in Mei’s burning green eyes- no doubt that she believes Red Son is about to hand her another chance to try and escape his care.

He dashes those hopes by procuring a blindfold. “Misbehave again and this will be going on next,” is his level-voiced threat. “Do not make me cover up those gorgeous eyes, my sparkling cinder.”

Red Son carefully unhooks the muzzle from around her face, taking the moment to brush one of his thumbs across her bottom lip.

“…you really are very pretty,” he comments, a striking note of simple sincerity in his voice.

If she hadn’t been kidnapped and shackled down, Mei might have been flattered.

But all she can manage is a roll of her eyes and a shrug. “Sure, whatever. Give me a sip.”

Seethed through clenched teeth her words may be, they’re still some level of non-violent. So, as he is drawn to do- Red obliges the the wishes of his darling dragon.

“A toast,” he proposes, taking up the wine glass. “To our enduring union.” The glass is tipped to the lips of the swordswoman, allowing her to imbibe the frosty spirit. Made with frozen strawberries to keep ice from diluting the flavor and a shot of internationally imported and very expensive white wine, bright and refreshing- so very like the woman he vied for.

“It’s fine,” the tempestuous woman scoffs in turn. “The sangria was better.”

Watermelon sangria- served with a handful of frozen blueberries in the glass to keep the drink cool, with orange wedges soaking in the pitcher to add a dash of vibrant citrus.

“We’ll have both, darling,” he reassures. “And I suppose we’ll have to rummage up something spicier, too. It won’t be any good if all the spirits are sweet.”

“Pineapple margaritas,” she excitedly says, forgetting for just a moment her predicament to instead gush about something she enjoys. “With jalapeño slices! Ooh, and mezcal!”

Even just that spark of exuberance reminds Red Son why he’s so intent on marrying this warrior of a woman. The light that sparkles in her eyes, the upwards pitch of her delightful voice- how could he not love her?

“Anything for you, darling,” he says, and certainly not for the first or last time.

“I would do anything for you.”

#Romantic Yandere #Yandere Lego Monkie Kid #Yandere LMK #Yandere Red Son #Mei #Dragonfruit

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boop-le-snoot · 2 years

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welcome to

⚡ Welcome to Bun's Cockstop! This is a place where I thirst over cute dirty old men! Most of my works can also be found on AO3 (here).

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practical alchemy [AO3 link] | witch!reader x established!ironstrange | explicit | in progress (hiatus)

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sam wilson | bad touch* | violent delights* (content warning) |

loki | if life gives you melons* | bondage* (nb reader, they/them) | snow day* (male reader)

natasha romanoff | hot wheels* |

wanda maximoff | caught |

bucky barnes | bother figure (daughter!reader) |

thor | idunn's apples | hired man* (dubcon) | beloved, bejeweled |

otto octavius / doc ock | horny headcanons* | i want to kill you like they do in the movies - part 1 - part 2* - part 3* (fin) |

steve rogers | it drives me wild* |

daryl dixon | cherry - part 1 - part 2* (coming soon) | untitled* | dirt* |

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daddy!ironstrange - daddy lessons* | part one | part two |

rickyl - part one*

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dreamcatcher2113 · 2 years

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The Dragon Dance

Summary: What if Rhaenyra had another child? What if Rhaenyra had a daughter with white hair and purple eyes? What if she was betrothed to Aemond as an alliance with Greens?

You are the daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen, unlike your brothers you have white hair and purple eyes. You are the twin sister of Jacaerys. You were close with Aemond when you were kids, you two attached to the hip. Ten years later after your family left to Dragonstone, your family reunites with the Greens. You see a familiar face, Aemond Targaryen. Even though it's been years since you last saw him, let's just say you are not the same little girl you were once before.

Warnings: The reader and Jacaerys are aged up, they would be eighteen. Uncle/niece insect. 18+ smut(eventually). Language. Mentions of assault(mainly from Aegon). Violence. And possible other warnings that I can’t think of. There is a happy ending.

Part 09

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The Dragon Dance Part 10:

You and Aemond start to walk around the gardens, linking arms together. When you used to live in King’s Landing, the gardens were always your favorite place. It was beautiful and peaceful, you always loved being surrounded by nature. It brought peace of mind, and helped clear your mind(besides sword fighting).

“I’m sorry my beloved. After all the events that have happened, we haven’t got some time alone.” Aemond apologized in Old Valyrian.

“You don’t need to apologize my love. It was hard for the both of us to be alone together.” You reassured him.

“Is there any way I can make it up to you?” He asked, turning to you.

You giggled a little, giving him a smile. “Being here with me is enough for me, my Prince.”

Aemond gave his signature smirk. He can’t help but to feel proud when you call him “my prince”. Something about it just gives him some type of pride in his heart. “I love it when you call me that. My Prince, it feels like you are mine.”

You stopped and looked at Aemond confused. “I am yours, Aemond. I’ve always been yours.”

Aemond put both of his hands on both of your cheeks, pulling closer to you. “I will give you the prettiest jewels and jewelry in all of the Seven Kingdoms, for you to be by my side.”

You smile at him, holding yours hands with his. “I don’t need all of that. All I need is you.”

“How did I get so lucky to have you as my betrothed?” Aemond asked, kissing your forehead. Dropping his hands, and intertwining your fingers with his.

“I should be asking that. Considering I’m a-.” You didn’t finish your sentence, looking down at the ground. You know what you are, yes the gods may have blessed you with white hair and purple eyes. It was also cursed as well, you hear all the rumors and gossip. Over the years you learned to let it go. Now that you are betrothed to Aemond, you are afraid of what people would say about him once you two are married.

“Do not think of yourself so little my Spitfire. You are a Targaryn and the keeper to my heart.” Aemond trying to reassure you, letting go of your hands and putting his arms around your waist.

“Who knew Aemond Targaryn would be a romantic.” You teased, having your hands on his chest.

“Only for you my love. I’m serious though, what brought this up?” He asked.

You paused for a moment, biting your lower lip and debating if you should tell Aemond your inner thoughts. You didn’t want to burden him with your insecurities, but you also can’t lie to him as well.

“Please tell me Fireflower. I want to ease your thoughts.” Aemond switched back to Old Valyrian.

“I’m scared, Aemond.” You answered honestly.

Aemond quirked his eyebrow. “Scared of what my love?”

“I’m scared of what others would say about you once you marry me.” You admitted to him.

“Y/N.”

“I’m not calling off the betrothed. I want to marry you. I’m just scared that once you are married to me, you’ll be married to a bastard.” You continued.

Aemond pulls you into a tight hug, holding you close to him. He put one hand around your waist and the other on your head. “I don’t give a damn about what others would say about me.”

“But Aemond-”

“No buts my love. I want you, no one else. I already told you that I have loved you before I knew what love was.” Aemond pulled away a little so he could face you, holding your chin with his fingers. “I don’t think you are a bastard, I think you are Targaryen.”

You quirk your eyebrow a bit, “You think my brothers are bastards.”

Aemond gives a look, he's not going to hear the end of this from you. “I let a grudge darken my heart, my love. I’m going to keep hearing this aren’t I?”

You giggled and nodded your head yes. “Yes.”

Aemond sighs dramatically. “I’m trying to comfort you woman, not have you tease me endlessly.”

You laughed a little more, showing more of your smile. “It’s working my Prince, I promise.”

Aemond smiled a bit. At least he was able to make you smile. Ever since he was a young boy, he always found a way to make you smile. He was addicted to it, he couldn’t help it. He would pick your favorite flowers from the gardens, get your favorite snack, read to you, teach you the Valyrian language, and so on so further; just so he can see you smile. It was one of the many things why Aemond fell for you. To him, your smile can light up the darkest room.

“There’s that smile I love so much.” Aemond complimented. You give him a look and playfully smack his chest, but still laughing.

“I really want to kiss you my beloved.” He added, still holding your chin.

“What’s stopping you?" You asked.

He leaned closer to you, putting his lips against yours. The kiss felt soft and sweet, and Aemond wanted more. He licked the bottom of your lips, asking for an entrance and you gladly gave it to him. Both of your tongues danced with each other, it wasn’t rough or sloppy. It was light and fluttery. Aemond always wanted to know how you taste, you taste so sweet to him; he can’t get enough of it. You couldn’t get enough of Aemond either. You wanted all of him, and you know he wants you. With one of his arms around your waist, he pulls you closer without breaking the kiss, while the other hand lightly grabs the back of your head. While you had both of your arms around his neck, wanting him closer to you.

The both of you pulled apart for air, Aemond puts his forehead against yours. “God, I wanted to do that for so long.”

You giggle a bit. “Well nothing is stopping you now. You have me Aemond, I’m all yours. You can kiss me all you want.”

“I’m about to do it again.” Aemond smirked, leaning closer to kiss you again.

“Prince Aemond! Are you here?!? Your mother and the queen said you would be here in the gar-. Did I interrupt something?” You and Aemond hear Ser Criston.

Both of you pull away from each other, and Aemond grunts in annoyance. “What do you want, Ser Cristion?” Aemond asked, annoyed with the knight.

“You were late for training, and I thought I should come get you. Now I realized that was a mistake.” Ser Criston.

Aemond sighed in annoyance. “I’ll be right there. Give us some privacy will you?”

“Of course Prince Aemond.” Ser Criston bowed and started to leave the gardens.

The two of you were alone again. “Well my love, it seems I have to go. I’m sorry that this was cut short.” Aemond apologized, pulling away from you even though he doesn’t want to.

You give him a reassuring smile. “That’s alright my Prince. I’m just glad we were able to spend some time together.”

Aemond smiled back, not wanting to leave you. “I shall take my leave my dear. I’ll see you tonight at dinner.” Aemond said his goodbye with a quick peck on the lips, and started to make his way out from the gardens. You watched him walk away, and smiled. You made your way out of the gardens to meet up with Helaena, Baela and Rhaena. It’s been a while since it’s been just you three girls, and you needed some girl time. You make your way to Helaena’s chambers with a smile on your face.

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Taglist: @jeyramarie @rosaryos @whitejuliana1204 @darylandbethfanforever9 @erylilly @schniiipsel @angel6776 @mingiholic @buttercupstrand

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nerdraging4point0 · 8 months

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Fluffy Headcannons

I'm giving you guys a small preview of each of our beloved men. My inbox is open to either elaborate or add more to these head cannons. But here we are! Let's get to it!

This work below is fictionalized ideas and stories involving real people but does not directly reflect their thoughts, feelings, or behaviors. Please keep in mind this is a work of fiction, so enjoy it as such.

Taglist: @jay02bo @asilentsiren @kingdomof-omens @the-way-of-words @thebadchic @signs-of-ill-portent @thesazzb @synthetic-wasp-570 @tearfallpixie @witchyweeb34 @ghost-hosts

Do you want a man who is tall enough that he could take on any dangerous beast that comes your way...but has the personality of a shitzu? Congratulations you found him.

Chris may be tall and intimidating, but he is the softest human. A sweet romantic and full of emotion, the only thing that makes him better is having a girl who is a spitfire that is short with a 7ft tall personality. He needs someone to tell the waitress they got his food wrong, cause he sure is not gonna be the one to do it.

He doesn't like to sit still. He loves to experience things. And he will drag you along with him. Off tour, he's got a break for two months, but every day of that two months is packed with fun activities and things to do. Trips to Disneyland; Check. Randomly rents a house down south, cause he traveled there and thought it was nice; Check. Oh my god, is it Mardi Gras? Let's go! A mini golf place opened up 2 hours away, fuck it, get in the car. Bowling; Hell yes!

Chris is a workaholic, so even though there are tons of activities you guys do together, remember to cherish them despite how annoyed you may be because he won't just sit still. When he is working, he is working, and so the fun filled days that he has off-it's how he best shows his love and in a way is apologetic towards not being there with you all the time.

Prefers to keep your relationship low for a while. Once he's sure he's got you as a staple part of his life, the social media posts will begin.

You must meet his mother, and she must approve. There is not a lot in Chris's life that matters to him more than his momma. She is the tipping point of whether you stay or go.

#miw #miw band #chris motionless #motionless in white

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saltminerising · 5 months

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god i miss the courier dragons. i hope staff brings them back in some way, whether its as a playable breed or as npcs. spitfire my beloved ;u;

#frd

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sallysavestheday · 1 month

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20 questions for fic writers

Thanks very much to @nocompromise-noregrets for the tag! This is always an interesting exercise and I haven't done it in a while.

1. How many works do you have on Ao3? 182, but a goodly subset of those are collections of very short works (drabbles, my beloveds!).

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count? 137,372. I average around 700 words per ficlet (counting those that are collections of drabbles). I have only two works over 2,000 words -- one at barely 2,100 and one at 5,600 by dint of TRSB last summer.

3. What fandoms do you write for? Tolkien only. Mostly Silmarillion but occasionally Lord of the Rings, as well.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos? I'm splitting this by fandom because the older LoTR stuff has more kudos simply as a function of time.

For LoTR: Deep in the Ancient Forests of the World; Light a Little Fire in Me; I Do Not Grudge You the Game; Rash Words and Bitter Hopes; Sing, O Stone and Air. These are all Legolas/Gimli ficlets.

For Silm: When All Other Lights Go Out (the aforementioned TRSB Feanorian family drama); What We Make, Makes Us (Caranthir and Feanor); What Keeps Us Here (Celeborn and Thranduil); Still Plenty of Good in the World (Sam Gamgee fixes Feanor and Nerdanel); and It Is the Opinion of this Reviewer (Finrod critiques the research of his peers).

No method to the madness here, it seems. Some shippy, most not. Some angsty, some humorous, mostly canon compliant. Range of Silm characters. Interesting to see the variety, actually.

5. Do you respond to comments? Always. Usually within a few days. Comments are a great way to get to know other people in the fandom, and it's always a pleasure to see familiar names pop up. It's nice to know I have a bit of a following. But I also love seeing new people appear, and I welcome everything from a single emoji to a full blown rant. I reply to them all.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Only one? Impossible to choose. I love an angsty ending. Killing Fingon off is always a delight (like this, or this). Sending people off to their dooms (like this, or this) is another. Making them consider might-have-beens, too (like this, or this, or this).

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? I do also like happy endings! I write many happy post-canon returns, to tie up all the loose ends. Also happy moments within canon, but you usually have to pretend you don't know what comes next (blame the Professor, not me). For LoTR, These Our Braided Lives has a very happy Gimleaf ending. For Silm, try In These Altered States, Rejoice.

8. Do you get hate on fics? Spitting over my shoulder on this one, but no. Even the people who don't agree with my takes on particular characters have always been polite. Thank you, kind readers!

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? I don't write anything explicit. I'll read a wide variety but am more restrained in my writing. I've snuck a little bit into the mature range for a few things recently, but I prefer allusion and metaphor, really. It's the spirit of the intimacy that interests me, not so much the mechanics.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? Nope. Canon compliant or canon adjacent always.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Yes, I've had a few requests. My Thranduil seems to be quite popular in other languages.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? I haven't but would be happy to explore the possibility.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? Can't pick just one. Legolas/Gimli, Glorfindel/Ecthelion, Maedhros/Fingon, Finrod/Edrahil. The much rarer Egalmoth/Rog. And I'm pleased to have originated the tag for Amrod/Aredhel. Spitfire fans, get on that! (thanks to chestnut_pod for the horrible, wonderful ship name)

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Not a WIP, even, just an idea that I've mentioned before: an AU in which Fingon, returning from Thangorodrim with Maedhros, can't hold onto him, and he falls from the eagle's back into Lake Mithrim. I won't write it, but I sure hope someone else will.

16. What are your writing strengths? Brevity, ha! Condensing a great deal of emotional development into very few words. Figurative language. Ripping your heart out and stomping on it, tidily.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Dialogue. I don't write much of it, and it takes a long time to get it right.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? I'm not likely to do so. I don't like the way it interrupts the flow. I'd rather indicate the language that is being spoken than try to craft compelling dialogue in it. This is especially fraught in the Tolkien fandoms, where the linguists WILL come for you if you get it wrong, lol!

19. First fandom you wrote for? LoTR. I've only been doing this for a couple of years.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written? Impossible to choose! But my comfort series is The Flower and the Fountain: 16,000 words of Glorfindel and Ecthelion in 32 vignettes. I love those guys.

Thank you so much for the tag! @polutrope @eilinelsghost @melestasflight @tathrin @thelordofgifs @zealouswerewolfcollector, what about you? And anyone else who'd like to share, hop in!

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