#7000 follower celebration

[dark-nymph3t]

I know I say this a lot, but I love all of you so much and I want to thank each and every single one of you.

Through all the ups and downs, the goods and bads, you have all been here and chose to follow my silly little blog where I talk about Lana and girly things and coquette and you even deal with my weird motorcycle and car men that literally no one followed me for but you’re okay with. I love all of you so much, you’re all so incredible and thank you for putting up with me.

I legitimately don’t know how to thank all of you, and I don’t think I ever will for all the happiness and support you’ve given this blog even if it does go off the rails every race weekend. I’m going to be opening moodboard requests until mid September and you can all request anything you want me to make for you; I know it’s small, but I want to thank you all in every way I can.

Thank you, thank you thank you thank you.

¡Os quiero a todos!

#7000 followers #7000 follower celebration #thank you #thank all of you so much #I don’t know how I’m ever going to thank you all #I love you all so much #girlblogger #girlblogging #girlblog #coquette #coquette aesthetic #it girl #just girly things #this is what makes us girls #cinnamon girl #hyper feminine

[twinsimming]

Level Up! Video Game Skill by Twinsimming 🎮

Happy New Year 🥳 Here's my first mod for 2024!!

This mod expands on The Sims 3's hidden Video Game skill by making it similar to the skill of the same name in The Sims 4.

This is a script mod that can be placed in your Packages folder. It was built and tested on 1.69 but should work fine on 1.67.

Requirements

This mod requires The Sims 3: University Life.

Overview

New Video Games

Tournaments

Stadium Tournaments

New Moodlets

Video Games

Sims can now play all 6 computer games available in The Sims 3, regardless of their Nerd Influence level. They also have access to 9 additional computer games from The Sims 4. All of these games will raise their hidden Video Game skill.

If you have @olomaya's Voidcritters mod installed, your sims can also “Play Voidcritters” on the computer to level up their Voidcritters skill along with their hidden Video Game skill.

The “Play Chess” interaction has been moved out of the “Play Video Game…” pie menu to avoid it getting lost among all of the new options.

Tournaments

Teen and older sims with level 2 hidden Video Game skill or higher can compete in video game tournaments on the computer. There are five tiers of tournament, each costing more in entry fees and being harder to win, but offering larger cash prizes.

The tournament tiers, required levels, lengths, entry costs, prize amounts, and chances of winning are as follows:

Amateur (Level 2) - 2 hours, §25 entry fee, 1st Place (§150), 2nd Place (§100), 3rd Place (§50), 40% chance of winning

Novice (Level 4) - 3 hours, §50 entry fee, 1st Place (§450), 2nd Place (§300), 3rd Place (§150), 35% chance of winning

Semi Pro (Level 6) - 4 hours, §75 entry fee, 1st Place (§750), 2nd Place (§600), 3rd Place (§450), 30% chance of winning

Pro (Level 8) - 5 hours, §100 entry fee, 1st Place (§1050), 2nd Place (§900), 3rd Place (§750), 25% chance of winning

Elite (Level 10) - 6 hours, §125 entry fee, 1st Place (§3000), 2nd Place (§1500), 3rd Place (§1000), 20% chance of winning

If your sim cancels the tournament interaction for any reason (mood failure, buff timeout, etc.) they will automatically forfeit the tournament. But they can enter a new tournament right away without a cooldown.

Placing in 1st, 2nd, or 3rd grants positive moodlets (Winner!, Runner Up, or Bronze Baby), along with prize money. If your sim doesn’t make the podium, they don’t get anything but a negative custom moodlet called Loser.

Win or lose, your sim won’t be able to compete in another tournament until their moodlet expires.

Certain traits can either increase or decrease your chance of winning a video game tournament by 5% (note: this value stacks the more traits your sim has):

Increased Chance Traits - Lucky and Computer Whiz

Decreased Chance Traits - Unlucky, Absent Minded, and Loser

A sim’s hidden Video Game skill and hidden Arcade Machine skill also factor into their overall winning chance.

Stadium Tournaments

If your sim is at least level 6 in the hidden Video Game skill, they can compete in video game tournaments held at the stadium rabbithole on Fridays, Saturdays, and Sundays @ 1:00pm.

There are Semi Pro, Pro, and Elite level tournaments available, with a slightly higher entrance fee than computer tournaments, but they offer much more prize money and celebrity points if your sim comes in 1st, 2nd, or 3rd place.

The chances of winning these tournaments is the same as their computer tournament equivalent listed above.

Semi Pro Stadium Tournament (Level 6) - 4 hours, §150 entry fee, 1st Place (§3000), 2nd Place (§2000), 3rd Place (§1500)

Pro Stadium Tournament (Level 8) - 5 hours, §175 entry fee, 1st Place (§6500), 2nd Place (§5000), 3rd Place (§3500)

Elite Stadium Tournament (Level 10) - 6 hours, §200 entry fee, 1st Place (§10000), 2nd Place (§8500), 3rd Place (§7000)

New Moodlets

*Winner!: Given when a sim comes in 1st place in a video game tournament, lasts 8 hours, +25 mood

*An existing moodlet that is repurposed for this mod.

Runner Up: Given when a sim comes in 2nd place in a video game tournament, lasts 8 hours, +15 mood

Bronze Baby: Given when a sim comes in 3rd place in a video game tournament, lasts 8 hours, +5 mood

Loser: Given when a sim fails to place in a video game tournament, lasts 8 hours, -25 mood

Tuning

All of the tunable values can be found on the mod download page under the header “Tuning”.

Mod Recommendation

I recommend using Dandelion Sprout's Unhide Hidden Skills mod to track your sim's hidden Video Game and Arcade Machine skills.

Conflicts & Known Issues

This is a new script mod so there shouldn’t be any conflicts.

Credits

EA/Maxis for The Sims 3 and The Sims 4, Visual Studio 2019, ILSpy, s3pe, Notepad++, and Script Mod Template Creator.

Thank You

Thank you to @simbouquet for extracting the video files and answering all of my questions!

If you like my work, please consider tipping me on Ko-fi 💙

Download @ ModTheSims

#sims 3 #ts3 #sims 3 mods #ts3 mod #download #my mods #video game skill mod

[uhitsum]

thank you everyone for 2000 followers! i'll offer y'all cuddles in bed with this big softie for anyone who can bring me some snacks 🥰🤤❤️

when we hit 1000 followers, i was on the tail-end of a push period, so i was able to celebrate with a 7000 calorie day-long binge 😵‍💫 unfortunately, i'm in the middle of a rest month, as i've already met my goal weight of 207 for the month, so i can't do something quite that intense 😅

Instead, to celebrate 2000, i'll be taking some requests! My inbox or DMs will be available for any and all ideas! There are some ground rules I will stick to, so only suggestions that fit within them will be met:

- No nudity, the undies stay on

- No face reveal

- Nothing over ~3000 calories

- A max budget of $50 (donations will, of course, be able to go towards this)

- I have discretion to not accept suggestions, or alter them to fit what I'm comfortable with :)

If I get enough ideas, it's entirely probable that I'll stretch them out over a period of time, but I'd like to get out at least 1/2 for this weekend :) so request away!

#uhitsum #asexual gainer #ace gainer #gaining fat #gaining weight on purpose #gay gainer #teen gainer #gaining kink #belly gainer #chubby boy #belly k!nk #belly appreciation #bloated gut #boy belly #full belly #getting bigger #cute belly #fat belly #gaining #gut #chub kink #chubby

[horseimagebarn]

I love your writing style. I read your posts with what I can only describe as a horse accent (generally not a lot of pitch changes, letter R emphasized and kinda spoken through the nose, letter S softened and almost slurred, very soft tone overall). closest thing I can compare it to is maybe northern irish? idk I've heard someone speak like that before and I know it was somewhere in rural ireland. anyway your posts are a balm to my scattered brain

thank you friend perhaps one day i shall do a live reading of some of the horse posts just for fun to show my internal inflection in writing them if enough people are interested perhaps as a 10000 follower celebration as we are already nearing 7000 which is incredible and gratifying and elating however i will warn you right now that i am not north irish i am but a southeastern american

#horse #horses #horseblr #horseposting #ask #horseimagebarn talking

[dreamwritesimagines]

Enamored [45] - On the Edge

A.N: Last 3 chapters!❤ I hope you’ll like this one my loves, and please let me know what you think, thank you! ❤ And as always, thank you @theskytraveler for helping me with the chapter and the story❤

Summary: Gossip can be used as a weapon.

Warnings: Regency era society and social rules, mentions of sex, some gender specific language and terms.

Word Count: 7000

Series Masterlist

 You had to admit, pretending to hate your husband when both of you were in love with each other was a bit more difficult than you had thought but for the plan to work, you had to appear very convincing.

Thankfully, you had been very successful so far. In the last couple of days both of you had tricked everyone into thinking you were miserable in this marriage; having arguments each time you were within someone’s earshot, making cynical comments during dinner where staff was present, and you had even pretended to walk away from each other in a haste the moment you stepped into the park for a stroll the other day, aware of the whispers that would follow.

You were sneaking around the way you had before your wedding, and it was almost entertaining with one small exception;

You could no longer wake up in the same bed, nor could you be seen going to the same room at night. Granted you shared a door that allowed you to go to his room and vice versa after everyone in the house was asleep, but now you had to be much quieter and more careful than earlier, and leave before the staff woke up. Anthony was especially grumpy about this aspect of the deception, and you shared that sentiment but at least now that you two weren’t ‘distracting’ each other during the day, you could focus on the ball you were supposed to throw before the social season came to an end.

You scribbled some ideas about the ball on the small notebook you had with you on the breakfast table just so that you could stop yourself from smiling at Anthony who seemed like he was attempting to do the same by reading his newspaper on the other side of the long table. Esther filled your cup with tea and you shot her a small smile.

“Thank you,” you said before turning back to the notebook and felt Anthony’s eyes over his newspaper before he lowered it and cleared his throat.

Pretense time.

“My lady?”

“My lord,” you said with as much disinterest as one could possess in their tone, without lifting your head from the notebook and he heaved a sigh.

“May I ask what’s so important about that notebook to bring to the breakfast table?”

“I’m taking some notes on the ideas I have for our upcoming ball, my lord.”

“I thought you were jesting about that.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see the maids in the room exchanging glances and you raised your head to look at him, reminding yourself not to smile.

“And why would I jest about it?”

He rolled his eyes, feigning annoyance. “I still think we can throw that ball next season.”

“Well I wish it to be this season.”

“You wish for too many things nowadays,” he commented and Esther shifted her weight while you narrowed your eyes at him.

“As you might know, it’s customary for a newly married couple to throw a ball to…” you gritted your teeth and scoffed. “Celebrate their happiness.”

Anthony clicked his tongue.

“Wonderful,” he deadpanned. “Make sure to give me the guest list before you send the invitations then.”

You tilted your head.

“Why?” you asked. “Do you want to make sure a specific person is invited?”

“Don’t start that again…”

“I’ll start whatever I want,” you growled. “Especially when my husband prefers the company of—”

“I’ve had it up here,” he cut you off, his voice on edge and if you didn’t know any better you would’ve thought he was actually angry. “With this silly jealousy of yours.”

“What a coincidence, I’ve had it up here with you disrespecting me.”

Anthony gritted his teeth and turned to the maids in the room.

“Leave us, close the door.”

The maids rushed out of the room and Esther gave you a sympathetic smile as if she was trying to console you before she closed the door behind her, leaving you and Anthony alone. You bit down a smile and Anthony looked around, then grinned and motioned at you to come closer as he stood up. You all but ran into his arms, trying to stop the giggle before anyone could hear.

“Good morning my love.”

“Good morning mon amour,” you whispered back as he pressed a kiss on top of your head, then tilted your chin up to brush his lips against yours.  “How are you on this fine day?”

He heaved a dramatic sigh. “I missed waking up next to my wife.”

“And I missed waking up next to my husband,” you said with a smile and Anthony buried his nose into your hair for a moment before he pulled back.

“This is nearly torture.”

“It will be over soon,” you reminded him. “Frederick already talked to you more than once, he believes the rumors. And after today, it will be even more convincing.”

“I know, I know…” he mumbled and cleared his throat. “Ready?”

You nodded your head and listened to the footsteps and whispers coming from outside, then walked a couple of steps away from him and grabbed a glass off the table. “This one?”

“No no, the plate,” Anthony whispered. “Will make more of a noise.”

“Good idea,” you said and put the glass down, then took the plate into your hand, “Three, two, one…”

You threw the plate at the wall next to you, the sound of it shattering into pieces echoing through the dining room.

“I will not stand here and let you treat me like this!” you shouted and Anthony leaned back to the table, crossing his arms.

“Like what, exactly?” he raised his voice so that it would reach outside and you tried not to laugh.

“I saw how you looked at her!” you yelled back. “The other day at the park, I saw it!”

He winked at you, making you purse your lips to stop your smile and you shot him an almost reprimanding look.

“You saw something that doesn’t exist and are somehow dragging me into your own insecurities.”

“You came home in the middle of the night last night and you still wish to lie to me?”

“I came home in the middle of the night last night because I can find no peace here!”

“Why would I offer you peace when all you’ve done is make me miserable?” you asked back. “For your own—your own entertainment, as if I don’t know where you were!”

“I would thread very carefully if I were you.”

“Is that a threat?”

“That’s a warning!” he snapped as you both saw a shadow move from under the gap between the door and the floor. Anthony pushed himself off of the table he was leaning against. “One you should heed, for once in your life before you accuse me of things again.”

“Or what?” you asked, your voice no doubt reaching outside and Anthony strode to you, making you tilt your head.

“What are you doing?” you whispered and he shrugged his shoulders.

“I promised you that you wouldn’t hear that word from me,” he reminded you. “I’m intending to keep that promise.”

Ah.

You had both decided he would mention divorce in this fight where the staff would no doubt be listening, and apparently Anthony would let them hear that but not you. You tried not to giggle as his hands covered your ears, —reminding you of the time when you and he were in your mother’s room, hiding from Elias and Cece— and said something quite loudly but it was muffled because of his palms over your ears. He lowered his hands and it was at that moment that someone dropped a tray outside the room, making you both grin.

“There it is,” he murmured. “I should probably storm out.”

“Probably,” you whispered but grasped at his wrist as soon as he moved. “But mon amour, you— you still love me, do you not?”

He smiled slightly, then pecked you on the lips.

“The one and only conquerer of my heart,” he said. “Of course I do. And you?”

“You’re the love of my life,” you whispered back, standing up on your tiptoes to press a hasty kiss on his lips, then stepped back. “Go.”

He heaved a sigh and threw his shoulders back as you leaned your palms on the breakfast table, as if you were too upset to stand straight. He pulled the door open and out of the corner of your eye, you could see the members of the staff scattered along the hallway, all pretending to not hear anything, but you knew better than to believe that.

“Don’t wait for me,” Anthony said gruffly as he stormed out of the breakfast room and you heard his footsteps growing distant until he walked out of the house. You stood frozen, still leaning against the table and Lucie rushed into the room and closed the door, then reached to touch your arm.

“My lady, are you alright?”

You raised your head and took a deep breath.

“I am,” you said, nodding your head. “I am.”

“I couldn’t help but overhear…”

“Let’s not talk of it,” you cut her off. “I’m alright Lucie, really. I’m too busy with planning this ball, I don’t really have the time to dwell over a silly fight.”

Lucie wetted her lips, as if considering insisting on you talking about it but in the end she decided otherwise and smiled at you.

“Of course,” she said. “Would you like my help?”

“That would be lovely,” you said, smiling back. “Thank you.”

                                            *

Of course it hit Whistledown in the following days and though you hadn’t been outside so far, you could almost hear the buzz of the whole ton upon these news. You were quite certain this was the scandal of the season, and that it was impossible for Frederick to miss it.

At least you didn’t have to worry about the invitation list to your upcoming ball, with such gossip you were sure everyone would want to attend and see you and Anthony in your own first ball, only to get a glimpse of what was actually happening between you two.

Scandal attracted the ton like flies to honey after all.

In the meantime, the whole ton was running wild with their rumors, as you could see from Whistledown’s columns. Some said Anthony had a mistress, some said you were packing up to leave for Paris, and some even said he was seen leaving a brothel on Sunday morning –which was impossible because Anthony was home the whole Sunday but Saturday night he had made sure to be seen on the street where that house resided as he had told you that very night;

“I entered and crossed the whole street in a straight line and left from the other side,” he had said. “Didn’t even stop once, but that should still be enough for the people to talk about it.”

It wasn’t as if you could complain about it, you were the one who had accepted this plan first. The moment Cece talked of it, it sounded like the perfect plan, which you were still sure that it was, yet the discomfort and doubts grew bigger and bigger each day, especially now that Lady Whistledown had finally mentioned the divorce rumors.

“My lady?” Lucie said and you lifted your head from Whistledown’s latest issue, your stomach doing an unpleasant flip. You knew this was exactly what you and Anthony wanted, and it was necessary to lure Frederick but you would have been lying if you said you were ready to face the ton and their whispers.

“Yes Lucie?”

“Your gown for the Rolleston ball is ready, but it seems that tonight will be a bit colder than today, which coat will you be wearing?”

You thought for a moment.

“I actually placed an order, it was supposed to be delivered yesterday with some of the gowns but I seem to have missed checking it,” you said. “Could you ask Mrs. Burchett whether it was delivered or not? I’d like to wear that tonight.”

“Of course,” she said and walked out of the room. You turned to skim the lines again, heaving a sigh as you nibbled on your lip; you were so lost in your own world that you didn’t even notice the footsteps coming closer until a pair of arm sneaked around your waist to pull you back, the familiar pleasant scent filling your lungs. You squealed and turned around, batting his hands away.

“Anthony!” you whispered as he grinned and stole a kiss from you. “Mon amour, if anyone saw you—”

“No one is in the hallway, I checked,” he said with a grin and he nodded at the paper in your hand. “I take it you’ve seen it?”

You took a deep breath and nodded.

“It’s good, is it not?” you asked, trying to convince yourself. “That’s what we were trying for, and now Frederick will surely approach you on the matter.”

“He already thinks I regret it, we talked of it the other day,” he said. “He is convinced he can see right through me, and now that the divorce rumor is finally out there, all I’ll have to do is to mention I should buy a land while pretending I’m trying to keep it a secret.”

You tried to smile. “Wonderful.”

He tilted his head, “Is everything alright my love?”

“...Yes,” you said after a beat, and nodded your head again, trying to appear enthusiastic. “Yes of course. I think I’m sort of worried about tonight’s ball, everyone will be there and…”

He sighed, his hand cupping your cheek and you wrapped your fingers around his wrist, squeezing it slightly.

“I’ll be there with you.”

“Not in the way I want you to,” you couldn’t help but point out, and he offered you a small smile.

“I don’t like this any more than you do.”

“I know,” you said quickly. “I know, don’t mind me.”

He caressed your cheekbone with his thumb and thought for a moment, then raised his brows.

“What if we had a sign?”

“A sign?” you asked. “What do you mean?”

“Even if we cannot talk to each other in the ballroom, or anywhere where the ton is watching,” he said. “If I…If I twist my ring, it means I love you.”

A small giggle escaped from your lips, his words making you feel all warm inside.

“I like that,” you said. “And if I play with my necklace, it means I love you too.”

“Deal,” he said as he pecked you on the lips, but before he could even deepen the kiss you pulled back and took a step back, smiling up at him.

“We cannot mon amour, you know that,” you said, clasping your hands behind you and he threw his head back, as if reminding himself of the same fact.

“Yeah,” he said. “I actually came to ask if you’re free for the rest of the day.”

“I will just plan our ball, and then I will get ready for the Rolleston ball tonight,” you said, “Why?”

Anthony reached into his pocket and pulled out what seemed to be a small note.

“I just got it,” he said, holding it up. “My mother invites us for tea, urgently.”

You raised your brows. “She has read Whistledown.”

“Mm hm.”

“And now she wants to talk to us both.”

“I’m surprised she waited until the afternoon, and I’m willing to bet the whole family is there,” Anthony said and paused. “Would she disown me, do you think?”

“Anthony, she’s your mother.”

“That doesn’t answer my question.”

“You will be alright I’m sure,” you said. “But I—I don’t like lying to her, she’s been so nice to me.”

“Would you stop Eloise if she attacked me?”

“I would try,” you deadpanned. “I doubt I’d be successful though.”

Anthony nodded slowly. “Well, I’ve had a good life.”

“Anthony!”

“It’s a good thing I rewrote my will when we got married; you get everything Ben doesn’t get by the way, just don’t forget me when I’m gone.”

“I don’t like you joking about that!” you protested. “Besides, if you honestly think—”

“My lady, your coat was delivered yesterday—” Lucie’s voice reached you and she stepped inside before she stopped dead in her tracks, her eyes falling on you and Anthony in your room.

God damn it.

Thankfully you weren’t even touching each other or doing anything that would make her think you were in better terms, but you still had to come up with an excuse to be in the same room, seeing that you had been pretending to dislike each other’s presence lately. Anthony was the first to get over the surprise and he frowned.

“As I’ve said, this is completely unacceptable,” he said, as if Lucie’s presence hadn’t even bothered him and even you could tell he had no idea what exactly was unacceptable. You strained your mind and turned to Lucie, trying to earn some time.

“Thank you Lucie,” you said as the thought hit you and you turned back to Anthony. “Do forgive me my lord, but I cannot understand how our expenses for our upcoming ball are so unacceptable.”

Anthony’s head shot up and he suppressed a small smile before he frowned.

“You’ve just changed everything in the ballroom for our engagement ball, now you want to change them again?”

“Not everything, but for it to fit the theme, certain stage setting and scenery alterations are required,” you shot back. “Surely you want the ton to be impressed?”

“I couldn’t care less about what the ton thinks,” he said. “Or whether they will like pearl or porcelain invitation envelopes more.”

Oh he was doing it on purpose, teasing you right in front of Lucie when he knew you couldn’t laugh.

“Only a blind person couldn’t see the difference between pearl and porcelain invitation envelopes,” you said. “One of them is light white, the other one is dark white.”

He held your gaze in his and shook his head, feigning annoyance as he bit inside his cheek to keep himself from laughing.

“Are you coming with me then?” he asked. “My mother invited both of us.”

“Of course, if you’ll be as kind to leave me to get ready, my lord.”

Anthony bowed his head and stormed out of the room, and Lucie shifted her weight.

“…Your coat was delivered yesterday,” she squeaked out and you shot her a tiny smile.

“That’s wonderful, I’ll wear that tonight.”

“Are you going outside?”

“To Number Five, Lady Bridgerton invited us for tea,” you said. “Could you pick me a dress please?”

“Of course,” she said and walked to your wardrobe to pull out a pale blue dress. “How about this?”

“Perfect.”

Lady Bridgerton’s new house Number Five was such a lovely place that when you first visited there, you had almost forgotten it wasn’t always the family’s house. Bridgertons had a way of making every house feel like a home, and Number Five was no exception. The familiar chaos, warmth and happiness would always surround you and you would always welcome it, but when you and Anthony arrived there, you had a feeling that for the first time, it would be quite tense.

Simon, Benedict and Colin had all but dragged Anthony to the yard as soon as you stepped out of the carriage while you had gone upstairs to join Lady Bridgerton, Daphne and Eloise in the drawing room.

Needless to say, guilt was eating you alive. There was the family, all worried about you and your marriage, and both you and Anthony had to trick them so that it would be believable to the rest of the ton. Even your father knowing about the plan was the exception, a mere whisper could ruin this whole pretense and make Frederick pull away before you got the chance to get the proof of his misdeeds.

“Daphne, Simon said you didn’t feel good when you traveled by carriage the other day,” you said, eyeing her swollen belly and she tilted her head to shoot you a look.

“I’ll be fine,” she said with a wave of her hand, “Augie makes me run after him as fast as a carriage anyway.”

“Y/N,” Lady Bridgerton said, reaching out to squeeze at your hand in a comforting manner. “I’ve read Whistledown just like the rest of the ton this morning and…”

Oh dear God, you really didn’t want to upset any of them.

“It is idle gossip, is it not?” Lady Bridgerton said. “I mean I know you two have been having certain disagreements since that snake Woodhall came back to the city but surely it’s because of that only?”

You pursed your lips, trying to find a way to assure them while not giving anything away. You had to make them believe your marriage was going bad, at least until it was time for Frederick to be taken away but it didn’t mean it was easy on your conscience.

You stole a look at Eloise who was watching you with her arms crossed, a sullen expression on her face before you turned to Lady Bridgerton.

“We um…” you said, clearing your throat. “We have been having certain disagreements on all sorts of topics, Lady Bridgerton.”

“Disagreements are absolutely natural within marriage,” Lady Bridgerton said quickly. “Especially when you’re newly married, in a way you’re both getting to know each other. Differences can cause small arguments sometimes.”

“As long as they’re small arguments,” Daphne said. “But Whistledown wrote…”

“You can say it,” you said with a small smile. “The term is not extremely foreign to me Daphne, you know that.”

“Of course you will not get a divorce!” Lady Bridgerton said. “That’s out of question, not to mention—I’ve seen you two together. You’re both completely in love with each other!”

“He did not suggest that, did he?” Daphne insisted and you paused a moment, then shrugged your shoulders. Lady Bridgerton covered her mouth with a gasp, and Daphne pulled back slightly, a look of shock dawning on you.

“No,” Lady Bridgerton said, shaking her head. “No. That will not happen Y/N, you can keep your heart at ease. There is no way that will even be discussed, his father and I raised him better than that, and I will not—” she paused for a moment. “Cassie would never forgive me if I let that happen to you.”

You could feel your throat tightening.

“I had to watch her go through that hell,” Lady Bridgerton said. “All that divorce talk, all those rumors… You’re family now, it’s our job to protect you from all that.”

A small smile pulled at your lips.

“Anthony is your family too, Lady Bridgerton.”

Eloise scoffed, tapping her foot as if she was trying her hardest to sit still on the couch.

“Let’s not pretend Anthony would not walk away unharmed if that were to take place,” she spat. “It’s not a fair fight, you know it better than everyone else in this room.”

“I can’t even understand how it—” Daphne paused before she exchanged glances with Lady Bridgerton, then she turned to Eloise.

“Eloise, would you excuse us?”

“No,” Eloise said, making Lady Bridgerton heave a sigh.

“Eloise my dear…”

“I’m not leaving mama. She was my friend even before she married Anthony.”

Daphne cleared her throat and sat up straight.

“I hate to ask this, I really do,” she said. “But is it…is it in any way related to what happened at the opera?”

There.

That was the very reason why you sometimes still had nightmares. That doubt was still in some corner of your mind, and even though you knew that Anthony would never do that to you, even though you trusted him, it didn’t make that small voice in your head stop.

Anthony did have a point when you two talked about it before you got married. It wasn’t going to happen overnight, and you were beginning to think it would take you some time to actually remember the opera without feeling like all the air in the room had disappeared.

But apparently, that wasn’t going to be today.

You could feel your heartbeat getting faster and you shook your head before you jumped on your feet.

“I’m sorry, I think I need some fresh air,” you said and walked out of the room in a haste, then made your way downstairs to step outside to the backyard. You could hear Eloise rushing after you and she caught up with you as you sat down on a bench, keeping your eyes on the beautiful flowers that was blooming among the green. She sat down beside you, uncharacteristically quiet but you were way too lost in your thoughts.

Of course these doubts were nonsense. What happened at the opera would never happen again, Anthony had promised you, he was in love with you and you knew that. Even if you deep down feared you and Anthony would end up like your parents, all this fighting was a pretense, you just needed to remember that.

“You’re awfully quiet today,” you said after a minute, turning to look at Eloise and she rolled her eyes, crossing her arms.

“I’m just thinking.”

“About what?”

“About…” she trailed off. “You and Anthony have been married for a month, give or take. If the wedding wasn’t so rushed, you would be getting married around this time.”

Oh.

That was true actually. You had wanted around seven weeks of preparing, Anthony had wanted much less than that so you two had decided on three and a half weeks and you had to admit, this plan to take Frederick down wouldn’t have worked at all if you were still betrothed.

“I suppose you’re right.”

A silence fell upon you and she licked her lips, then sat up straighter.

“Y/N,” she said. “What would happen if you two got a divorce?”

You paused for a moment, even the idea of being away from him, being heartbroken by him was heavy on your heart, as unreal as this whole thing was. You couldn’t even bring yourself to dwell too much on it, so you took a deep breath and shrugged your shoulders.

“You’re not going to try to console me then?” you tried to joke. “We’re thinking of the worst case scenario?”

“It’s not the worst case scenario,” Eloise said. “I think the worst case scenario would be you being in a marriage you do not want. So what would happen, really?”

“If I got a divorce?”

“Yes.”

You clicked your tongue.

“I would…hypothetically speaking, I would be in a better situation than my mother was,” you admitted. “Which I suppose is the point. She always said she wanted me to have a much better life than her, and considering my marriage settlement, and my father and my brother…”

“Your own money, your own house?”

“All of that yes,” you said. “Scandal aside of course. The ton would never stop talking about it until I’m dead and perhaps afterwards; just like what they’ve been doing with my mother.”

“Would you stay?” she asked. “Or would you go back to France?”

“I don’t know,” you muttered. “I really don’t. I used to think I’d go back to France to get away from everything in here, the ton, the whispers, the scandal, all of it. But now I have—I have people here, you know?”

She offered you a small smile.

“I meant what I said,” she said. “He is my brother yes, but you’re my friend. I think you should do whatever will make you happy, even if it’s divorce. Your mother went through all that so that you could have the ability to choose for yourself, I think she’d want you to be happy. Married or not.”

You really wanted to assure her that you were happy but you had to keep your mouth shut so you bit inside your cheek and smiled at her back, pulling her into a hug.

“Eloise Bridgerton has a heart,” you teased her as you pulled back. “Who could’ve known?”

“Mm, don’t tell anyone.”

“My lips are sealed,” you said with a small giggle but before she could retort, Benedict approached you and cleared his throat.

“Eloise,” he said. “Y/N.”

“Hello Benedict.”

“I thought you were with Anthony?”

“Mother wanted to talk to him,” Benedict answered Eloise. “Do you not want to join that to give him a piece of your mind?”

Eloise hummed. “That’s a good idea actually,” she said and turned to you. “Will you be alright?”

“Absolutely,” you said and she stood up from the bench, then made her way to the house. Benedict motioned at the spot beside you.

“May I?”

“Of course,” you said and he sat beside you with a sigh, then leaned back on the bench with his arms crossed, making himself comfortable.

“I sure hope you two know what you’re doing.”

You pulled your brows together. “Hm?”

“This whole act. I hope you actually have a plan.”

Your head shot up, your heartbeat getting faster and he gave you a soft smile.

“Oh come on now,” he said. “He’s my brother, I grew up with him. I do admit you are doing a good job in making people believe this…whatever this is, and so is he, but it’s quite easy to tell when one actually pays attention.”

“I have no idea what you speak of.”

He heaved a sigh.

“Right, so I am to believe that my brother, who’s utterly in love with you woke up one day and decided to pick fights with you, even to the point of mentioning divorce?” he asked, biting back a smile. “Simon and Colin have been so busy trying to talk sense into him that they miss it, but his eyes almost shine whenever someone so much as mentions your name.”

You stared at him, “Benedict…”

“I mean yes, he and Elias are on terrible terms for the whole ton to see, and you two are having fights all the time, ignoring each other in public, feeding even more rumors but you know what’s so interesting? I’ve heard you when you’re angry before, when you were yelling at Elias, even Anthony that one time we saw you leaving the study. And the other day, when I came to your house to get Anthony you two were arguing quite loudly, and the whole staff heard but…” he said. “Your accent didn’t shift. It does when you’re angry, but even while you were yelling, it didn’t this time.”

Oh God damn it.

Anthony was right. Benedict was a great artist, and one of the keys to that was him being such a good observer.

You swallowed thickly, keeping your eyes on him.

“Don’t worry, I won’t say anything to anyone,” he said. “I’m glad you are still in love as ever, but you better know what you’re doing, because both of you are playing with fire.”

You bit inside your cheek and he stood up, but as soon as he took a step, you cleared your throat.

“Ben?”

He turned around to look at you better. “Yes?”

You paused only for a moment before you looked him dead in the eye. “Not one word.”

A small, almost mischievous smile curled his lips and he bowed his head slightly.

“As you wish, Viscountess Bridgerton,” he teased you before walking away from you to the house and you heaved a sigh, then threw your head back.

“Wonderful,” you murmured. “The accent. Noted.”

                                             *

In all honesty you did not want to attend this ball, not really. You knew you had to be really convincing especially since the whole ton would be watching your smallest move, and so far it was exactly what they had done. You and Anthony had walked away from each other the moment you stepped into the ballroom, and ever since then, both of you were under every guest’s hawk-like glances.

No matter how much you tried, it was nearly impossible to miss all those whispers and glares. You had danced with Hugh and then Kenneth, and though Cece and Elias didn’t leave you alone not even once, you could almost feel everyone’s eyes burning a hole on your head.

Not to mention, you missed being close to Anthony already. He was with some other gentlemen in the business room and you desperately wished you could at least talk to him but you knew it was impossible which put you in quite the sour mood. In order to get your mind off the urge to go to him, you made your way to the refreshments table and grabbed yourself a glass of lemonade, then turned to watch the couples dancing.

“It didn’t take long, did it?”

Your grip around the glass tightened but you refused to look at her.

“Miriam.”

“Y/N,” she greeted you back as she stepped to stand beside you, pretending to watch the dancing couples as well. “I just came to see whether you’re doing well.”

“Mm, I’m sure.”

“Is it true then?” she asked. “Does he want to divorce you?”

You rolled your eyes, taking a sip of your drink and she clicked her tongue.

“Wow,” she said. “I mean it was obvious to everyone but you that he’d find another, but for him to want to divorce you?”

You gritted your teeth and caught the sight of Cece and Elias dancing, seeming to be having a lot of fun.

“You must’ve not satisfied him at all,” Miriam’s voice was almost silky. “I cannot imagine the disappointment he felt. All that effort for this?”

A bitter taste appeared at the back of your throat as you swallowed thickly, commanding yourself to keep your expression calm.

It was all a pretense. You two were happy and in love, and Miriam could think whatever she wanted, she was wrong.

“Well I’d better go back to my husband,” Miriam said with a small smile. “Enjoy your night Y/N.”

With that, she walked away from you and you bit on your tongue hard enough to hurt, taking a huge sip of your drink. You were almost restless and you desperately wanted to walk away and just go home, but you were snapped out of your thoughts when you heard your name being said, and you turned your head.

“Lady Danbury,” you dropped a curtsy. “Good evening.”

“Y/N,” she said, a solemn look on her face. “A word?”

“Of course,” you said and followed her out of the ballroom to the balcony. The fresh air that hit your face helped a little with the burning and you closed your eyes for a moment, inhaling deeply before you opened your eyes again.

“I will not beat around the bush,” she said. “I’ve read Whistledown today. Please tell me this silly fight of yours did not reach the point of you two making a terrible mistake?”

Your heart skipped a beat. You really didn’t want to lie to Lady Danbury, you respected her a lot and especially after everything she had done for you and Anthony, you were going to be in her debt forever. She was one of the very few people who had shown you love even before your father had claimed you as his daughter, and though you wanted to assure her, you knew you couldn’t.

“Things between Lord Bridgerton and I are quite complicated I’m afraid, Lady Danbury.”

She stared at you, then ran a hand over her face.

“Are you serious?” she asked. “Have you two—has he gone insane?”

You shook your head. “No.”

“You are in love with each other,” Lady Danbury said. “And to even think—unbelievable. Have you talked to Violet?”

You nodded. “Yes Lady Danbury. Today.”

“Has he?”

“I think so, yes.”

She heaved a sigh, pursing her lips. “Where is that husband of yours?”

“He’s with other gentlemen in the business room,” you said. “I heard Lord Rolleston invite him there with some other friends of theirs.”

“I will talk to you after I talk to him to understand what on earth is happening,” she told you and walked away from you back to the ballroom. Even though you knew you were supposed to go back, you couldn’t help but linger, the cool air almost soothing the discomfort you felt inside.

It was overwhelming, all of this. You knew you were supposed to be used to this, the ton hadn’t really bothered hiding their rumors when you first arrived in London either but now it was as if everything was much more…

Intense. And on edge.

You heard the door open and close, but you didn’t even turn around, thinking that it was another guest that wanted to get some fresh air, but as soon as you heard the voice, your blood ran cold.

“Hello, Viscountess.”

Your jaw clenched and you looked over your shoulder, then turned around.

“Lord Woodhall,” you said. “Are you attending yet another ball you’re not invited to?”

Frederick clasped his hands behind him in a fake gentlemanly manner before taking a step closer to you.

“I was in fact invited to this one,” he said. “Though I must admit, I was under the impression that you wouldn’t be in the mood to attend any balls, considering what’s being said about you and your husband.”

This was good.

This was a really good sign.

You narrowed your eyes. “I’m sure I have no idea what you speak of.”

He tilted his head to shoot you a nearly reprimanding glare.

“Oh come on now Y/N,” he said. “Everyone talks about it, no need to play the fool.”

“Yet here you are, playing it.”

“You know, I’ve had the chance to talk to your husband in these last couple of days,” he said, as if trying to see how you would react and you pulled back slightly, making sure to adapt a look of intimidation on your face before you raised your chin and threw your shoulders back, glaring back at him.

You knew.

Of course you knew, Anthony had made sure to tell you everything about it. All he had to do was to whine about you –he was nearly apologetic when he mentioned that to you— and your marriage, and Frederick had more or less jumped on the opportunity to give him some ‘advice’, which had apparently led to a very long conversation between them.

Anthony was almost too tense when he got home, and after everyone had gone to bed and he had sneaked into your room, it had taken him almost an hour to calm down, holding you in his arms, his nose buried into your hair.

“I want to kill him,” he had whispered. “For talking about you that way, disrespecting you that way.”

“Ah,” Frederick said, a small smirk playing on his lips. “He forgot to mention that I see.”

You let out a breath, feigning anger as you clenched your hands.

“Stay away from me,” you said. “My husband, and my marriage.”

“Oh I’m not doing anything really,” he said, his smirk growing bigger. “Other than…showing him some solutions for his troubles.”

“And what are those troubles?” you asked back. “Me?”

He shrugged his shoulders. “Who knows?”

“What are you trying to do?” you asked and he scoffed a small laugh.

“Oh don’t worry Y/N,” he said. “You’ll find out soon enough.”

Hook, line and sinker.

Well, as it turned out, you and Anthony had been very convincing.

Even though you wanted to smile, you took a shaky breath and blinked a couple of times as if you were trying to stop the tears on their way and he stared at you for a moment, then shook your head.

“Dear God, you really look like her,” he muttered before he pulled himself together. “Do give my best to your father, will you? Have a good night, Y/N.”

He walked away from you to the ballroom and you stood there in the balcony for a moment, trying to make sure nothing you felt could be seen on your face.

Cece’s plan was working exactly the way you wanted it to.

You bit down on your lip, then made your way back to the ballroom, the chatter greeting you immediately. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Frederick approaching Anthony who had apparently came back to the ballroom with his friends before he muttered something into his ear. Anthony nodded and Frederick clasped at Anthony’s shoulder almost in a friendly manner before he walked out of the ballroom.

“Hey,” Elias touched your arm. “Where were you?”

“The balcony,” you said as Anthony’s eyes searched through the crowd before they fell on you, obviously not paying attention to anything his friend was saying.

“And?”

“He talked to me.”

Elias heaved a sigh before he dropped his voice to a whisper. “I still don’t like this plan.”

Anthony held your gaze in his for a moment before he twisted his ring around his finger and you tried your hardest to stop the smile threatening to warm your lips before you reached up to tug at your necklace, playing with it almost absentmindedly but both of you knew what the other meant.

I love you.

“I mean honestly Chérie, are you sure you’re alright?”

You blinked a couple of times, then forced yourself to drag your gaze from Anthony before you looked up at Elias.

“Elias,” you said, your voice barely audible to you let alone anyone else. “It’s working.”

Elias raised his brows. “Wait, really?”

You nodded, biting back a smile and Elias cleared his throat.

“Remember, we’re both sad and angry,” he reminded you and you nodded.

“Yes,” you said. “Of course. Sad and angry.”

“That being said,” he said, holding out his hand. “One can dance when they’re sad and angry, no?”

“Mm hm, I suppose.”

“A dance, then?”

You smiled softly and took his hand, stealing one last look at Anthony before turning to Elias.

“I’d love to,” you said. “Let’s dance.”

Chapter 46

#anthony bridgerton x reader #anthony bridgerton #bridgerton #bridgerton x reader #regency fic

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Procesión de la Muerte (Procession of the Dead) - Druig x Hecate!Eternal Reader Halloween Oneshot

Pairings: Druig x Hecate!Eternal Reader, Druig x Kaetlyn Word Count: over 4.0k Summary: How a wife's love for her emo-pacifist mind-controller husband accidentally created a centuries old legend of the Amazon Rainforest, ended up bringing to light one of the most sacred and honored celebrated traditions in South and Central America. Warning(s): Words that are bold and italisized indicate spoken in another language bc I can't speak nor write Spanish & don't want to offend anyone by using Google Translate, Angst, mention of death & genocide & war (fun stuff y'all), mentions of depression and PTSD, slight mention of blood, necromancy practices, probably really inaccurate descriptions of magic and magical practices, Kaet is seriously so gone for Druig (i fucking love these two dorks), Cerberus is the goodest boi,

Notes: Yes, I know that Halloween has technically passed, but I had midterms and projects during the time so I'm using the rest of the season as a Free Fall fics pass until December. So this oneshot was beta read by the ever-so lovely @ethereal-athalia, who has so graciously sacrificed herself agreed to beta read all of my fics for the upcoming future while my usual beta reader @valeskafics, is currently really busy with law school until the foreseeable future! Even so, please go visit her blog because she is one of the best writers on Tumblr, especially if you are a fan of Ewan Mitchell, and the HOTD/GOT universe! If you have read any of my past works, you know that my girl @ethereal-athalia is pretty much the co-parent of this Eternals AU idea, and I absolutely love sharing ideas with her, and making connections to make these fics more interesting. Anyway, please be kind and enjoy!

There was an energy that encompassed the autumnal season’s high holiday that made its ancient magic so enchanting and powerful. It was a time known across practitioners of the mystic arts of any field that autumn was a season known more than for its abundance and harvest. It was a time of transformation, of when summer’s green fertility gave way to winter’s bleak barrenness. It was when the veil between the physical and spiritual planes was at its thinnest. A time in which both magic practitioners and mundane were able to catch the slightest glimpse to the other side. This was the time where magic was at its peak, and it was all because of you- his love; his wife; his angel of shadow & death who was also his harbinger of light & life.

Although the environment of his home rarely changes throughout the year, Druig still felt the unmistakable chills that danced on his bare skin that came with transition from summer to autumn, and from there approached winter’s foreshadowing. Despite the abandonment of summer’s warmth, the mind-controller Eternal was often teased by you for being considered an avid enthusiast for the unforgiving seasons by the standards of their family. However, it was Samhain that made your husband greet the year’s end with such glee. Furthermore, it was a day that would forever be etched into the bareness of his being by the testaments of your love and devotion towards him. Each act from you followed from an event that harrowed him.

But the only way to best understand was by starting at the beginning.

It was no secret that you worked best at night with the only witnesses to your work being the moon and stars. Although you adored the bustling livelihood that thrived in the village you and your husband created, there was something about the darkness and solitude of the night that made Kaetlyn feel more connected to her magic than the garish light of day could ever dream to accomplish. It was common for Kaetlyn would burn the midnight oil conducting experiments and immerse herself in research to secrets that still remained a mystery to her – even after 7000 years of existence.

Meanwhile, Druig would fall into a deep state that vaguely resembled a still corpse if it were not for the subtle rising and falling of his chest in tandem with his breathing. When the lily-pale mind-controller fell asleep, there was little that could get him up from his slumber. Too many times Ajak had lectured him for how late he would sleep into the day – not to mention the staggering occurrences in which he would accidentally sleep through a natural catastrophe. It became commonplace for their former leader to ask his lover to awaken him in the most compromising acts. It was inconvenient, but it got the job done.

 But since the couple separated from their family as a result of witnessing the fall and horrific genocide of the once glorious Aztec civilization centered around Tenochtitlan from the Spanish Conquistadors, there would be nights where Druig would be unable to fall asleep. It did not matter what he would do in attempt to tire him, his memory of fire and screams plagued his mind in an endless cycle of misery and devastation. It did not matter that he prevented further bloodshed by taking over the minds of the humans; it mattered even less when he and his angel led the horde of mortals south from the ruins to the land that they now call home. Sleep always evaded the somber Eternal, and whatever sleep he managed to get would be afflicted by memories turned nightmares of the horrors he had been forced to witness as a bystander to humanity’s cruelty by orders of their former leader.

The sight of your dearest in such agony tore your heart in the most brutal manner. Although you had also been long tormented by watching 7000 years of destruction, your heart had been hardened as a consequence to the multitude of deaths that you had to personally oversaw as a physician and a fighter. While you still carried hope for mankind, most of the naïve idealist dreams expired with time. However, this was not the case for Druig. You knew more than anyone that the strength of your lover’s will was overshadowed by the tenderness in his heart for those weaker than him and his family. It was that persisting quality of the beautiful mind-controller that drew the impulsive shadow wielder into his orbit, and eventually what caused such enduring steadfastness from your part.

It was not without tremendous effort from his wife’s part to get the immortal insomniac to get some rest. But all of your efforts were wasted on her part. Every night you would lead Druig to your shared bed, and whisper sweet words of comfort, as well as voicing your desperate pleas for him to finally rest. You would carefully stroke the firm lines of his frame with the tender touch of her fingertips, quickly finding areas of taut muscle to knead away any knots with your skillful hands. You had created countless versions of sleeping draughts that would calm his mind, and thousands of potions that would prevent him from dreams. But memories held more power than dreams, and so all of your efforts were met with the continued grief of your beloved.

Not being able to bear the sight of Druig’s turmoil, you decided to take further action. With your talents in the arcane, you designed a complex ritual that could only be completed at a grand scale- one that would take over an entire continent. It involved a form of magic that took up so much power and energy, it was only to be used as a last resort in any form of situation- necromancy. A magic that was only possible in theory, its crudest form was born before the outermost Walls of Babylon had yet to be constructed. You were approached by a shaman that was outcasted by her tribe when her husband discovered that she had been sacrificing their livestock to Ereshikigal, the Mesopotamian Queen of the Dead that ruled the Underworld. The woman had thought the Eternal to be the goddess herself, and begged you to allow the woman to see her late son that died in a raid.

Replying with only that her son was in peace in the higher dome in the heavens, you advised the shaman to return to her husband and perform a cleansing ritual to purify their home from the anger of the murdered animals. However, the shaman only pressed further, blurting out that the spirit of her son had been calling out to her in dreams. She revealed that she would stop until her son was at peace in the arms of Anu in An. Against you better judgement, you allowed yourself to be swayed by the mother’s grief, telling her that she would try her best to guide her son to the heavens so that he may rest in peace, but there would be no guarantee of success. After the woman gave her thanks by kneeling to the ground in a deep bow, you set off to work.

The Eternal spent months scouring over texts that theorized the use of magic manifestation, and detailed dreams of the dead rising. You recruited Makkari to search for more artifacts and texts in efforts to make the poor woman’s request a reality, a favor the silent speedster was more than happy to fulfill. It was only when winter was soon to be upon them that you were able to summon enough energy to prepare the ritual. Tracing a circle into the earth to serve as a temporary portal to the spiritual realm, the Eternal carved in the symbols that would allow you to put greater focus into directing the energy in the circle to attract the spirit’s energies before trapping it within its boundaries. From there, you would use the symbols that you painted on your skin to allow the magic around you to deconstruct the spirit’s current form into unbound electromagnetic particles, before reconstructing the matter into a more visible form. This flow of energy and change in the state of matter could only be achieved by physically placing your hands in the center of the circle. Using a mixture of your blood and the mother’s as a medium for the spirit to bind to so that there would not be such a large gap in the energy needed to activate the spell, it was finally complete.

It should have not have come as a surprise to her when she lost consciousness towards the end of the ritual. The raw power that connected her body to the earth felt as if liquid fire was coursing through her veins. The painted symbols became carvings as they dug into her body with searing pain as blood poured from the wounds. And though her body collapsed and she was too exhausted to keep her eyes open, Kaet knew that she was successful. As she laid on the ground, two words belonged to a young man’s voice echoed in her ear.

“Thank you.”

And from a budding magical practitioner’s too soft heart, came forth the rawest and crudest form of one of the most innately unstable and powerful fields of magic- necromancy.

From that day, the symbols took permanent residence on your skin, along with the ability to see the dead that were tied to the physical world, unable to move on for whatever reason. And although you adored your newfound power, Druig made you promise to never commit such acts on your own ever again. The ancient witch was met with screams of panic from Sersi when she and Sephia ventured out in search for you after seeing that you had not been in your room that morning. The site of you lying in a pool of your own blood with unfamiliar symbols etched into your skin was haunting to say the least.

The risk of your husband staring at you with glaring disappointment and furious worry was one worth taking if it meant that he could finally allow himself to rest. It took years of careful preparation; painfully precise attention to detail and timing; and endless travels across the globe to scour for masters in various fields of magic that specialized in divination, transformation, and theology. After nearly 10 years, when the veils between the two worlds finally overlapped for magic to reach its peak- along with the aid provided by the appearance in the hare moon’s rarity (when the earth was in perfect alignment with the Sun and Moon)- you knew that there was no time better than now.

That night, you sent out your shadows to search for any souls from the same genocide that haunted her beloved, and if they were in a state of unrest. You handed the village’s Head Weaver a small leather bag filled with ebony wood beads strung together and red string. While you hated to keep secrets from Druig, you knew that he would be able to sense the shift in the energies that surrounded them if you were successful. When the preparations were finally completed and your oldest shadow informed you of the location of the ritual, you left the bracelet that the Weaver finished – enchanted with spell that would be activated the same time of the ritual – on your pillow of their bed as you laid a tender kiss on his brow before setting off with only Cerberus by your side.

When Druig rose from his slumber – still wrought with gunpowder and fire – he instinctually reached for his wife, only for his fingers to feel a smooth, rounded texture. Opening his eyes, he noticed that your pillow was cold, but showed signs being slept in from the previous night. While such a sight would cause a much more panicked reaction from the man, he was comforted by the small note that laid carefully next to his gift. Picking up the parchment, a sense of calm washed over Druig as he took in the notes of jasmine and myrrh that come from your natural parfum.

Contents of Letter Below it:

My dearest Beloved,

I am sure that my absence from our bed must have been a rather awful shock to you. Please know that I am more than well, and have only been informed of unusual occurrences full of malicious whispers and daunting sights. And as much as I adore our home and your company, you know more than anyone of how my curiosity cannot be satisfied with only rumors and tales. No, I decided that it would be best to see it with my very own eyes. And although it would bring me nothing but joy to have you by my side, I could not bear wake you from your slumber. Rest suits my love, and it has been decades since you have slept so fitfully. Your dreams have been a constant source of your misery, and I do believe that this area may hold some promise to show me of how to ease your mind.

Rest assured my darling that I have travelled alone in my endeavors, I would never be so careless as to travel so far from you without the company of our sweet boy. Do not dare tell another soul of this, but I believe that the trek will do our boy some good. He has grown very lazy as a result of your spoiling. Yes, your spoiling, Druig- all coddling of Cerbie has been solely enacted by you, and none whatsoever committed by me. Do not dare attempt to argue this matter with me, for I would deny it till my final breath (and you know how stubborn I can be).

What did you think of my gift? During one of my many wanderings in the woods surrounding our home, I spied a dying tree with jet-black lumber. It stood in solitude from its thicket, but that only made its splendor even more enchanting, so much so that it reminded me of you. I used one of its branches to make some wooden beads, and asked for some leather to bind them. Please make sure that you wear them at all times, as they’ll reveal a little secret that will be revealed to you on the night of the full moon that will be arriving soon.

All of my love for you and your heart,

Kaetlyn

Despite the overall lack of sleep over the years, all of Druig’s anxiety seemed to wash away at your thoughtfulness. The bracelet was very elegant in its simplicity, but he could tell that it was made to last for lifetimes. Placing it on his wrist, a blanket of subtle warmth washed over him as he admired the little symbols carved into the wood. Tracing his finger over the design, he certified them to match that were etched into his angel’s lovely form. He would recognize the markings anywhere; it would be shameful if he didn’t after spending hours tracing their outline with his tongue. The knowledge that the full moon’s rising would begin tomorrow, and last for around 2-3 days. Relieved that he would not be without the company of his love for very long, Druig prepared himself for another day in protecting the compound and the humans that reside within its boundaries.

After you managed to track down the location of the largest gathering of souls, you set off preparations for the ritual immediately. A ceremony of this magnitude would shift the energies between the two worlds for the rest of eternity, so it was imperative that there would be no mistakes. Sephia already had instructions of ensuring that pathways that followed the ley lines in her journey would remain clear of any natural obstacles. It seemed too perfect that the fall of such a grand civilization that met its end with war and genocide would be at the center of such innate hidden supernatural energy. Tracing the circle around the entire city, you sat at the top of the very same temple where she and Druig had last seen the others. As the time of the moon’s rising grew shorter, you could feel the power felt only like a whisper gradually grow into a rumbling growl. You could hear the spirits that surrounded her being pulled toward inside the circle. 

Wrath

Grief

Betrayal

Woe

Pain- so much pain

But they would all be at peace in the end.

Before long, twilight passed and dusk had come and the stars glittered in the endless expanse of the darkness. But all had paled in comparison to the illustrious light of the moon. Every month during the full moon, you and your husband would spend the nights locked in each other’s embrace, frozen in their admiration of its ivory glow and taking in their heightened emotional energies.

You wondered it was natural to feel so much pleasure from the power that came from being bathed in the blood red rays that came from the rare eclipse. Cerberus watched in silent obedience, not daring to move in fear of disrupting his mother’s spell, and thus ruining all of her work.

As the moon’s shadow hit the circle, the outermost boundary began to glow. As the celestial body inched across the sky, the faint howls echoed until it ascended into a deafening roar. When the moon reached it apex – directly in the center of the circle – the symbols engraved to her skin glowed while the ground beneath her feet rumbled and sang as her body collapsed from the overwhelming pressure. You could faintly hear your beloved hound’s frantic barking in the distance, trying to scare away all and any threat that came to his mother and savior. But soon they lessened into panicked whimpers at the sight of the millions of forms that were appearing before his very eyes.

In a village far away, a certain brunette’s enchanted bracelet’s beads with identical scores began to hum and glow against the lily-petal pallor on his wrist.

Before the power could tear you apart, the moon passed the circle’s boundaries, and it borders and symbols no longer sang and glowed. And when you lifted yourself with as much strength she had, you couldn’t stop the smile that took over her your as tears streamed from your eyes from the overwhelming joy that flooded your heart.

“I’m sorry for the pain you’ve had to endure for so long, but I’m happy to tell you that it will not be for much longer.”

While normally Druig wouldn’t need to be so intensely involved in matters of the village, it allowed his mind distracted him from missing his wife enough to just through the day. In any case, the earthquake from last night frightened the residents of the compound with how close they were to winter. The days were getting shorter, and this meant that they needed to prepare for the harshness that would come for their crops, their families, and eventually their way of life. Multiple people came up to Druig to ask if last night’s earthquake was a sign of larger disaster brought by the gods. While he did his best to placate their concerns, the patience he had was wearing thin. Luckily Sephia managed to intercept their line of questioning before he would lose his temper, and he was able to take a short rest.

It wasn’t until he heard a familiar barking in the distance that immediately caught his attention. Dashing out the hut he shared with you, he saw Cerberus sitting on his hind legs as his little tail wagged in glee and the little taps echoed in his ears.

“Cerberus,” he exclaimed in joy as he gathered the black Doberman in his arms, “where have you been? Where’s your mum?”

At the mention of his Mum, Cerberus immediately began tugging on his Da’s dark blue robe. While it wasn’t enough to cause any tear or inspire any panic, it did tell the man enough information to know that something or someone was coming- and it would be best that Druig gave his entire attention over it. Following his wife’s hound over to commune’s outermost edge, he was only met with the familiar chirps and song of the forest. A few minutes passed by and Cerberus remained still, as if he were just waiting for something great.

Suddenly, the fine hairs across Druig’s body stood up straight as an overwhelming presence of otherworldly beings began to approach close to where he and Cerberus stood. Sensing that they were no longer alone, the hound starting howling to the moon that hung above them. Running toward the strange energy, Druig watched in awed rapture at the figure that stood front center with familiar designs that glowed gold down their arms, leading the army of apparitions with a singular torch. Recognizing the haunting designs, Druig was engulfed in frozen wonder at the army that you managed to summon, and the control and strain your body had to endure to stage such a feat.

When the two ancient lovers reached one another, with only pockets of space between their bodies, Druig launched himself to embrace his angel. Gladly reciprocating the act, you made sure that the torch you were holding remained in the air as you let yourself be enveloped in the security of your husband’s arms while taking in the sweet smell of his sweat.

“I should have known that little rumble was from you,” he whispered while laying small and frequent kisses across her neck, “nothin’ you do can ever be done halfway, can it?”

“Never,” she whispered back, “are you ready for my surprise?”

You stepped aside so that her husband could truly understood what you had done. Although Druig was initially upset by the loss of warmth that came from you leaving his embrace, he stopped and stared at the sight ahead of him.

Hundreds of thousands of specters that held a pearly blue glow that went as far out as his eyes could take him. But instead of fear, Druig felt…warm, and strangely…at peace. Taking a step closer, he slowly reached out his hand as a way to ask for permission. The nearest spirit was that of a child, going no higher than his knee, eagerly taking his hand before a wide smile overtook his face.

“Hello Mister Druig, it has been so long.”

Eyes wide in shock, Druig turned his head to stare at his wife in disbelief.

It couldn’t be…it shouldn’t be possible. Then again, you always took the label “impossible” as just a simple label.

As Druig turned back to stare at vision before him, familiar faces that he thought were forever gone flooded his sight.

Before him were all the souls that were lost so young at the fall of Tenochtitlan over 10 years ago.

You did this…you brought them all back. As his body failed to support him in shock, all Druig could do was openly weep in joy at the knowledge that his love- his wonderful, incredible, truly magnificent marvel of a woman- risked everything so that these people could have just the slightest chance of closure and peace.

Taking your husband’s frame in your arms, you softly turned him until he could face you.

“Do you think there might be some space in our home for our guests, my dearest?” You asked with bright eyes and youthful mirth as you knew full-well his answer.

Druig could only let out a wet laugh – his tears hadn’t stopped, but he never felt so at peace and happy for so long.

“Kaet my darling,” he started, “nothing would give me more pleasure.”

500 Years Later

‘The Procession of the Dead had been a tale that has been passed down by the many indigenous tribes located in the Amazonian Rainforest for over twenty generations. They say that the first procession began as an act of mercy from Mictecacihuatl, who was known as the “lady of the dead.” Legends state that it was Mictecacihuatl who summoned the spirits of tormented souls, and led them on a journey across the Amazon rainforest so that the souls may find fulfillment and peace in order to move on to the afterlife. The earliest record of the procession stated that the procession began with a ritual of a cursed city, followed by a powerful earthquake. But it was granted by the Guardians of the Forest, as the trees and rocks cleared the path in order to make the journey easier for the merciful goddess. Although there have been multiple cases of alleged sightings of the legend even now, many of the tribes that still reside in the forest celebrate October 31st as the day where the dead would find peace in the physical world, before finally finding peace in their next life. It is for that reason that multiple towns in countries of South America will build a straw monument of Mictecacihuatl holding a burning torch, so that the spirits of the lost was make the journey for peace.’

A small boy with large aquamarine eyes and patiently sat in front of a large easel in his art room, gleefully listening to his favorite educational podcast. He loved to listen to the origins of how his birthday started out, even if he wasn’t there when it started.

“Hamish,” he heard his Da call out, “you wanna get ready so that we can make it to your Tio Phastos’ house in Chicago to meet with everyone! It’s rude for the birthday boy to arrive last!”

Making the finishing touches to the canvas, Hamish silently grabbed his Mimikyu costume from his bedpost before racing down the stairs. He couldn’t wait to show his Mami his painting when they got back tomorrow, she was going to love it!

I hope you enjoyed reading this fic! Please drop a like if you did enjoy it, and also a reblog or comment if you look forward to reading more!

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[the-iceni-bitch]

Congrats on 7000 followers!! For your Fluffmas celebration, I feel like Lloyd and his coquinette are perfect for the dialogue prompt “Did you make me a tinsel crown?” because of her love of shiny things.

I can definitely see this! And it’s perfect because you know his coquinette goes way over the top with the Christmas decorations!!

Warnings for fluff and just a little bit of smuttiness.

The front hall of of the estate was practically blinding when Lloyd walked through the front door, all the lights and the garland and extravagant gold ornaments making him chuckle as he started to try to find you.

“Amour?” Lloyd called out as he wandered through the foyer, longing for the sight of you even though he had only been gone for a few hours. “Ma nénette, where are you?”

“The salon!” You beamed as soon as you set eyes on him, bouncing just a little on your toes after you hung another ornament on the massive tree and gesturing to your masterpiece. “What do you think?”

“It’s enormous.” He laughed when you gave him a bratty huff at the lack of compliments, biting his lip as he walked to where you were standing on the ladder while you wiggled petulantly in that way that made your tits jiggle. “It’s almost as beautiful as you, chérie, but why are you the one standing on the ladder? Why didn’t you ask Brutus or Cleveland to do it?”

“They kept putting things in the wrong places.” You leaned down and giggled when he grabbed your hand and kissed it. “Hand me one of the red ones.”

“Uh-huh, and why aren’t they at least holding the ladder for you?” Lloyd handed you an ornament and watched you stretch to place it, groaning when your skirt rose up your hips and gave him a perfect view of your bare pussy from his position at the base of the ladder. “Never mind, that answers my question.”

“Hush… Lloyd!” You squealed when he grabbed your knee and pulled as soon as you placed your ornament, falling into his arms and letting out tiny little whines when he started kissing you all over your face and neck. “Mon loup, wait! I have something for you.”

“Mon joli chaton, did you get me a present?” Lloyd nibbled on your ear and started walking towards where you indicated, sinking onto the chaise and settling you in his lap while you grabbed the glittering package you had set aside. “You’re so fucking sweet. Look at this! Did you make me a tinsel crown?”

“Mmhm, I thought you’d look pretty with one.” You pressed yourself close and placed it on his head, kissing the tip of his nose and humming when he wound his arms around your waist. “And I was right, you look very pretty, Daddy.”

“Ma pie, you and your sparkly things, you spoil your Daddy.” Lloyd leaned forward and sucked on your neck until you purred, licking over the bruise he’d left before starting to nip his way down your chest. “Gonna spoil you too, make my girl al sparkly. What do you say we hang some ornaments and tinsel on your pretty nipples while you ride me and then I’ll come all over that glistening little pussy until you look like a perfect present for your Daddy?”

ᥴ᥆mᥱ ȷ᥆іᥒ mᥡ 𝖿ᥣᥙ𝖿𝖿mᥲs ᥴᥱᥣᥱᑲrᥲ𝗍і᥆ᥒ!

#natalie answers #natalie’s fluffmas celebration #poison paradise #le grand homme and coquinette #lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen x fem!reader #lloyd hansen x y/n #lloyd hansen x you #lloyd hansen x reader #lloyd hansen fluff #chris evans #chris evans character #the gray man #asks are always open

[sadnightforus]

THE FATED STARS (PJS) | SMAU

005 - MEET UP

Park Jongseong harbors the biggest crush on one of the most popular girls on the campus, you. You, being dared by your friend group to tweet and made a boyfriend application, initially started out as a joke, thinking that no one would applied it. Upon the tweet going viral and many applications being sent in, he decided that he would shoot his shot, even if he doesn’t know a single shit about what is the sun, moon, rising in astronomy. 

WARNINGS: cuss words. A/N: the chats are not supposed to make sense cause my friends and I really text like dat 😞

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WORD COUNT: 608

WARNINGS: avoidable cuss words

 For the first time ever in Jay’s life, he’s nervous. And most importantly also really anxious too. 

 He has never really talked to you before, at least face to face. He also has doubts on why you’re asking for his birth time. However, he didn’t mind that too much though as he surely lets his thoughts brush aside as you step closer to him.

 You’re memorizing, is what he thinks. Despite you not having much of a social media following on twitter, however, you’re really well-known across the campus and your instagram stacks with 7000 followers, something impossible to achieve if you’re not a celebrity who starts out or at least a content creator.

 You’re standing in front of him now. How did you get here that quick? He has questions. But he chooses to not say anything as he hands a piece of paper, which most would’ve recognized as the boyfriend application form that you posted on Twitter as a joke (or maybe you didn’t).

“I- Here’s the fo-form.”

 Why does he stutter? He looks like a complete loser right now in front of you. 

 On the other hand, you want to giggle. You checked his Twitter and Instagram before you responded to his dms back and he wasn’t bad looking by any means, in fact, he’s very good looking that you were convinced that he wants to mess around with you. 

 Okay, sue you and your trust issue. 

“You look really beautiful, like ee-dé-rial.”

 He’s gonna cry, why does he mess it up?

“Yeah, thanks.” You thank him. “And you look good today. I guess the fashionista will never be caught in a bad outfit huh?”

 Fuck, oh my god. 

 His face is so red and the way his palms are slightly shaking is an evident of how messed up you got him. His eyes are almost shimmering with tears and his lips are quivering. You just almost sent him into a cardiac arrest. He has his head down to avoid making direct eye contact with you, while you’re analyzing his behavior and truthfully? You think it’s cute that he likes you that much. Although you’re a bit stunned that someone likes you that much, or appears to be, you want to test it out yourself. 

 Maybe it’s not a bad thing to give him a chance. And open your heart again. 

“I’ll let you know, alright? I’d love to chat longer but I got 7 minutes and I have to run to my lecture. Have a nice day!” 

 And you splint away faster than anything, all while you nicely fold the paper into your bag to review it later, leaving him stuttering and red faced from both being so flustered by his crush on you and the immense embarrassment he got by humiliating himself. 

 Then he hears snickers, from Sunoo, Sunghoon and Jungwon who managed to capture him all in different angles with the first actual interaction he has with you. They come out of the hiding places, as they approach him, all while laughing like crazy. 

“What the fuck was that?” Sunghoon is in tears, in fact, he almost cries from how embarrassing his friend is. 

“Sunoo, you look ee-dé-rial today.” Jungwon turns to Sunoo, complimenting him in a joking manner, mimicking the way Jay strongly mispronounced ethereal earlier.

“Thanks Jungwon, a fashionista like you will never have a bad outfit too.” 

“I’m going to kill myself.” Is what he mutters under his breath, seeing the way the 3 of them laugh. 

 Whatever, he’ll let himself get humiliated over and over again if it means he gets to see you paying attention to him. 

#kpop au #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #kpop fanfic #enha smau #enhypen smau #jay park smau #aespa smau #enhypen social media au #itzy smau #xdinary heroes smau #le sserafim smau #park jongseong x reader #park jongseong smau #jay park fic

[mollyjames]

me, reaching 100 followers: "Ohmygosh thank you so much everyone! To celebrate I'll be doing an art giveaway! To enter just like or reblog this post!"

me, reaching 7000 followers: "You jagoffs are still here?"

[gatorbites-imagines]

7000 follows! 🐊🎉

i just realized the blog has hit 7000 followers, its honestly out of this world that so many people enjoy my work. im trying to think of a way to celebrate this. id love to do a giveaway for a fic of some kind, but im not sure i have enough free time because of exam period. let me know what you guys think though.

#gator rambles

[sub4dominant]

An extra Bootlicker of the Day to celebrate passing 7000 followers. 

Thank You/you for following. 

[themusketeersdaily]

Celebrating the show’s 10th anniversary and the blog reaching 7000 followers requests are open

Thank you all of you for being such wonderful fans and followers, always reblogging and keeping the fandom alive ⚔️⚜️

(please be specific regarding the season and episode numbers if you intend to request)

[sleepysnk]

𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐘𝐒𝐍𝐊’𝐒 𝟕𝐊 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 !

a/n: i’d like to thank you guys for 7000 followers! your support has helped me through so much, and i appreciate you guys more than anything. this event is to celebrate that milestone. i hope you all participate!

rules + information on the event:

- this event will be for NARUTO only. please do not send me requests from other fandoms. they will be deleted!

- this event will be a kink event. to explain it better, i will have a list of kinks in this post. you guys will send the kink + the character you’d like to see me write the kink for. so for example: breeding + madara uchiha. ONCE A KINK HAS BEEN TAKEN, YOU MAY NOT REQUEST IT AGAIN.

- the kinks in this post are the ONLY kinks i will be accepting. please do not try to send me other ones you want. i will delete them immediately. please choose from my list!

- you may only request one character and one kink. i will not do multiple characters or kinks. there are no doubles, so please pick wisely. i also suggest only requesting once. i want to give other people the opportunity to send in stuff as well.

- the requests will be posted on my own time. i have a job and i’m constantly working. i won’t be posting every single day, so please be patient with me! i’d appreciate it a lot!

- all requests will be tagged under “sleepysnks7kevent”

- i will announce when the requests will be open for sending. this is first come first serve. if you don’t get a spot, you have another chance for another event. any requests sent before the event is open will be deleted.

- have fun! thank you guys again for 7k! i hope we can celebrate more milestones :).

THE KINKS !:

BREEDING.. w/ kakashi hatake

OVERSTIMULATION.. w/ rock lee

LIGHT BDSM.. w/ pain

PUBLIC SEX.. w/ shisui uchiha

EDGING.. w/ pain

RECORDING.. w/ naruto uzumaki

#summer speaks #sleepysnks7kevent #naruto x reader #naruto fanfiction #naruto imagines #naruto #anime #sasuke x reader #itachi x reader #obito x reader #kakashi x reader #madara x reader #akatsuki x reader #shikamaru x reader #kiba x reader #neji x reader #sai x reader #ino x reader #sakura x reader #hinata x reader #jiraiya x reader #tsunade x reader #orochimaru x reader #hashirama x reader #tobirama x reader #gaara x reader #konan x reader #naruto smut #akatsuki smut

[2baabbies]

update! (9/5/2024)

hiii baddies!

so, I need a break lol (there will be some emotional venting after the fic updates so please skip if you need to, tw for terminal illness and death and mental illness)

I’ve been trying to come back but I just have too much on my plate at the moment. more details to follow, but here are some of the things I’d like to have posted by the end of the month

🖤 I Wanna Be Yours (lee know x reader) wc: 5000+

🖤 Summer in Winter (faerie!felix x reader) wc: 4000+

🖤 Holding Back from You (hyunchanlix x reader, pt.3) wc: 7000+

🖤 skz requests (various) wc: 500-1000+

💚 Someone New (markhyuck/ot7 x reader, ch. 11) wc: 2000+

and more if I get the motivation! right now I find I have a lot of ideas, but no time or energy. on that note, I’m taking a break from tumblr starting today until may 24th! one of the reasons is that my best friend is coming to visit me from tomorrow until the 18th, and I want to be able to give her my full attention. social media in general is really distracting for me so I won’t really be checking my tumblr or responding to any messages 🫶🏻

in relation to that, our other best friend is in the process of packing and planning to move in with the friend that’s visiting; and she will be leaving my province shortly after bestie’s visit. I’m absolutely overjoyed for them, because we are the platonic love of each other’s lives, and they’re going to have so much fun together! on the other hand I’m very emotional, and I feel a lot of dread knowing once this visit is up both of my best friends are going to be far away from me. I’m def going to be making plans to see them once they’re settled, but I’m feeling very lonely. I’m trying to enjoy all the time we can spend together in person while it lasts. my birthday is also on the 17th, so I will be celebrating that with them and my other friends!

and finally, without giving too many details, I have a very close family member that has been battling an illness since last Christmas. I won’t go into it, but there are a lot of ups and downs and tbh mostly downs. watching them struggle has taken a huge toll on my mental health and as much as I try to pretend it’s not impacting me, I feel very hopeless. I’m really miserable actually lol at least a few times a week I cry in my boss’s office or while I’m on my breaks, and I often cry when I get home from work too. it has made me very sensitive to the topic of death, because there is a very low chance of recovery for this family member. my anxiety has worsened significantly since they got their diagnosis, and I’ve started to have serious mood swings. I think I just need a break from the internet and want to enjoy the bit of happiness I have right now.

so yeah, sorry to leave it on such a depressing note. sending everyone lots of love 💕

#justbaebithings #baeficupdates #tw death #tw terminal illness #tw mental health

[em-writes-stuff-sometimes]

Congrats on 7000 followers! That’s HUGE! You absolutely deserve it babe!!!!!!!

Thank you so much, nonnie! Gosh, I can’t actually believe it. It seems like such an insane number, and I don’t normally post milestones but I’m just so surprised by it that I felt it was worth mentioning. It’s completely nuts that so many people are interested enough in what I write that they’d want to keep me on their feed. I’m just so grateful, and I want to focus on making 2024 a year where I can celebrate my wins and ignore the negativity.

This is definitely a win! Thank you to everyone who’s taken a gamble on my weirdass fics! I love you!

#personal milestones

[writingsbychlo]

okay, wow, first of all. I never thought I’d hit this milestone after all my inspiration faded, but, here we are? hitting milestones, writing fics, having ideas!

so, I have some plans. if you’re here from the old days, you know I like to celebrate. if you’re new az-era girlies, you’re boutta learn.

who remembers the 777-vegas party for 7000 followers? well, we’re following that sort of theme. except, it’s not conveniently the 10th month and I didn’t actually expect to get here so I have no prep done. that means we’re winging it, we’re going with christmas.

10 fics, which will all have some importance on the number 10, spread over 10 days. 24th december to 2nd january in the new year!

there will be a mix of azriel fics and my oc (noah) fics.

now, I’ll be writing them all in preparation while still being at work and uni, so, don’t hate me if I can’t manage all 10 fics. I’m really gonna try, though.

so, happy 10k to you all. this is gonna be really fun. I hope you all will love the fics I have planned, and I hope it’ll make for a fun christmas week. 🤍

lots of love, chlo xo

#10K #milestones