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[kasagia]

Familiar flame

Pairing: Aleksander Morozova/General Kirigan/The Darkling x fem!Grisha! reader Summary: Aleksander lost his Y/N the day he created the fold. The king's soldiers killed his one true love in front of his eyes. His despair and anger led to the creation of a dark fold. After centuries, Aleksander meets a girl identical to his beloved… her reincarnation. Will he be able to restore your memories? Could he get you back after centuries of mourning you? Or maybe Aleksander finally lost his mind... Nonsense from me: This is request from @morrigan-crowmwell I hope that you like it! ♡♡ And I'm veeeery excited to write your next request! (and to publish it soon ♡♡) P.S. I'm sorry it took me ages again, luckily I'll have a lot more free time now, so I promise it'll get better. 😅 Warning(s): references to reincarnation; Aleksander misses the reader and can't resist her (even if she doesn't remember him); the reader is a bit hysterical; the reader behaves like a little child spoiled by Aleksander; the reader has Aleksander wrapped around her little finger, but he doesn't care; the reader has a panic attack and hyperventilation; de@th mentions; NOT CHECKED grammatically and so on - I wanted to publish it as soon as possible Word count: 9,4k Taglist: @aoi-targaryen @morrigan-crowmwell

"So many centuries on this earth, and you're still a naive, hopeless romantic. Tell me how do you do it, boy?"

Baghra taunted him without even looking up from her dinner. Aleksander growled, irritated by her lack of interest. He slammed his fist on the table, drawing the unfazed woman's attention to him.

"It's true, I saw her! It was her!"

"Aleksander... you must move on." Darkling snorted, jumping up as if burned from his chair. Baghra followed her son as he ran out of her hut, not giving up. If they both had something in common, it was their great stubbornness. "How many times have you seen this girl? You have to realize that she's not coming back. Y/N is dead, Aleksander. For hundreds of years."

"She is here! I danced with her month ago at the ball, you can't tell me I didn't because I remember her face perfectly. It is etched in my mind more permanently than any other memory."

"You wanted an answer to your question. Here it is. There is no such thing as reincarnation, the reappearance of someone on this world. We die once, Aleksander. Once and successfully. So whoever you met yesterday, even with a face that looks like her, is not Y/N. So you'd better leave the innocent girl alone."

The Darkling laughed bitterly, shaking his head. His mother would never see him as more than a small, quick-tempered, silly boy. He should get used to it after all these years.

"You think I'd come to you with this if she was just one of the faces like her? Me and my people have been watching her for a month now, ever since some snobbish nobleman's daughter came back to the palace and turned out to be the only woman I ever cared about in this saint-damn world. It must be her. I don't know how, why, and honestly, I don't care as long as it's really her. Neither should you - as far as I remember you cared for her more than for me."

"Aleksander. I know you loved her, but you have to let her go. People just don't rise from the grave." she tried to reason with him. But he knew better.

It must be you. Somehow the Saints took pity on his tortured soul and returned you to him, and he wasn't going to stay further away from you than necessary.

He will have you again in his life, arms, and bed.

No matter what he has to sacrifice to restore your memories.

"Just as they don't live forever, and yet we do." he growled as he mounted his horse and galloped back towards the Little Palace. He was in for a long night spent in his library, poring over books. If Baghra didn't want to help him, he would find the answer himself.

"You stupid boy..." Baghra snorted, shaking her head in disappointment.

Your death was both the worst and best thing for her son. You would never live as long as they did - your death would have come anyway, just in a less bloody way. Ordinary people were fragile, and their lives were shorter—one breath of Baghra or Aleksander equaled thousands of them. She had no idea why her son was so stubborn about getting you back, even though you were truly reborn. Aleksander would lose you again. Even he couldn't fight death itself and go against nature in such a matter... or so Baghra hoped.

The boundaries that Aleksander wouldn't cross in your name were practically nonexistent.

And she would be afraid of him more with you by his side - the most powerful Etherealki woman this earth has ever seen… a tribrid with the powers of Squaller, Inferni and Tidemaker.

~•♤♤♤•~

It all started a month ago.

Aleksander was at another of the king's balls, circulating among the generals of the First Army, trying to win their favor and consent to a slight modification of their plans. For his and Grishas' benefit, of course.

He would never have guessed that a conversation with General Petrova, the king's irritating, faithful soldier, would bring him more than a headache. It was usually with him that the Darkling had his greatest disputes during war councils.

However, while the general caused him the most trouble of all in the king's court, he was one of the few who respected the Darkling not for his powers, which instilled fear among other soldiers, but for the sake of his tactical, sound thinking.

Never in his life would Aleksander have thought that General Petrova's daughter would be a faithful doppelgänger of his long-dead beloved.

He was stunned as soon as he saw you enter the room.

Anywhere, even on his deathbed, he would have recognised that mischievous twinkle in your eyes whenever you were given full attention. You were a vision. Apparition. A fairy tale that was etched forever in his memory.

And he may have lived many lives, met millions of ordinary people and thousands of Grishas, but this face, the face of his loved one, whom he only met in his sweet dreams and darkest nightmares, had never ever flashed a second of his hundreds-year life. There were no humans even close to your beauty...

And then, after hundreds of years of sorrow, pain, and grief, he saw you again. He was again enchanted by your mesmerising eyes, your sweet, mischievous smile, your tempting lips... He let himself be lost for a while in the view of his beloved before questions started to cross his mind.

How? When? Who is she? From where? Could it really be you? Hundreds of years in pain, only for you to walk casually one day to one of the balls of a king whose ancestor killed you?

Aleksander didn't even notice when you approached him and General Petrova. But YOUR voice, his Y/N's voice, definitely brought him back into the world. Like a strong, vicious slap.

"Father. It was definitely too long." Aleksander almost broke down there. Being so close to someone who looked like you, hearing your voice again in REALITY, smelling the perfume so damn well know to him - the same one which made him lose his mind ages ago for you...

"General Kirigan. My daughter, Y/N. Y/N. General Kirigan, commander of the Second Army." your careful gaze finally met his. And Aleksander was gone.

Saints save him… even those bloody, fucking eyes he would die for were the same….

"It's a pleasure to meet you, General Kirigan." Aleksander couldn't do anything else but reach for your hand and kiss it—something he'd also dreamed of a thousand times, but in his dreams you only used his true, real name. "Your fame extends to the farthest reaches of Ravka. I am glad to see the legendary Darkling with my own eyes." Aleksander shivered as his title spilled out of your mouth. Not with mockery or insult or fear, but flatteringly, strongly… He had to control himself. It wasn't his Y/N… unless…

"I think these aren't very… flattering stories."

"You'd be surprised, General…" Aleksander could feel himself melting under her attentive gaze. The number of long-buried emotions overwhelmed him. And he himself felt his long-forgotten, dead, cold heart come to life again under each of your charming smiles, warm tone of voice, and enticing looks.

Now that he had had the opportunity to look at her more closely, he noticed all the (perfectly familiar) small details.

The way your hair was styled—so that a few strands stand out from your perfectly styled hairstyle, no long earrings, only small pearls that your hair would be harder to get into, delicate jewellery, not flashy like most women's, jewellery that instead of testifying to your wealth emphasised your beauty.

You seemed so familiar to him…

"Do you dance, General?" your question snapped him out of his mind about HIS Y/N.

He didn't dance on such occasions. Never. But he would be damned if he didn't try to find out how far your resemblance to his Y/N goes.

"If you wish, Lady Petrova." he replied with a charming smile, reverting to his image of a confident general of the Second Army.

"Please..." she grabbed his hand. The touch of her delicate skin against his rough made him shiver uncontrollably. He was putty in your hands... but he would be cursed if he let go, if he loses again the one thing that holds him firmly in this world. "Call me Y/N."

"Y/N." he mumbled, leading her to the dance floor. He gripped her securely around the waist, pulling her close enough to be considered appropriate. "I'm dying to see how this one's ends."

"Not only you… general." you peeked at him over those beautifully painted eyelids, biting your lips lightly. Reincarnation, doppelgänger, or real you, you always had to tease him, you always challenged him. And he was more than willing to play that game with you again… even if he wasn't holding his Y/N in his arms.

"Please..." he turned you around to pull you back to his chest. He smiled, remembering how those Y/E/C irises were the only thing that mattered to him hundreds of years ago… he marveled at how they still enchanted him. And having you in his arms again, so close he could smell your scent again… it made him dizzy. "Call me Aleksander." he whispered into your ear, getting close enough not to touch you but to feel the warmth of your cheek against his.

Was it wise to tell you his name? Absolutely not. Did he regret giving himself up to this moment? The answer came to him after a few seconds.

"Aleksander..." your soft whisper made him shiver. The old memories, the ones he tried to bury in his mind, the ones that were both sweetly blissful and devastating, came back to him. Foolish hope rose in him the moment your brow furrowed as if you, too, recognized the significance of what had just happened.

If he'd had any doubts before, he definitely knew now... he was cursed. And he didn't care enough to break this spell you put on him.

~•♤♤♤•~

"Y/N! Rise and shine, you lazy ass!" you groaned, covering your head with a pillow.

"Go away demon. It's too early for anything." you mumbled, snuggling into my comfy bed. You snorted in surprise when suddenly your friend threw herself on your bed and brutally tore the pillow off your head, laughing like a madwoman. "Y/F/N!"

"What have you been dreaming about?" she asked with a sly smile.

"About nothing." you muttered as you got out of bed and walked over to your closet to pick out your outfit for today.

"Yes? Is that why I found you grinning like a psychopath in love and mumbling someone's name? Is there some poor guy you finally like? Who could it be? A soldier? Maybe a nobleman?" you huffed in amusement as you walked out from the wardrobe.

"I haven't gone crazy yet. The world will burn before I voluntarily muzzle myself with marriage."

"Doesn't change the fact that someone caught your eye, does it?" she inquired with a curious smirk.

"Let's go, you hopeless romantic. I believe you dragged me out of bed over that very exciting tea time with the queen." you sighed, knowing full well that this meeting would give you a terrible headache.

"We're going to suffer together, sweetie. But cheer up. Genya will be there. You've liked her company lately, haven't you?"

"She's too good for these royal assholes." you replied, taking her arm and walking out of your room towards the palace gardens.

During that month, you quickly fit into the role you had to play at court. And thanks to your numerous travels, you managed to win enough favour with the queen to become a permanent member of her "group of snobbish noblewomen". You also met Genya, Grisha, an angel among the palace demons who was rather unpopular at court… well, at least not when the queen didn't need her Grisha's skills.

The meeting with the queen dragged on as usual, you couldn't help but wander your mind to your today's dream interrupted by Y/F/N.

"Aleksander!" you laughed, punching him lightly in the chest. "Stop teasing me."

"I don't do anything, milaya." he replied smiling innocently which made you snort. You crossed your arms and gave him a meaningful look.

You were in the little library at his house. (By the way, it's a miracle that he and Baghra found a place for their books in such a tiny hut.) You tried to get to one of the books on the upper shelves, but Aleks had other plans. He stood in front of you, and every time you stood on tiptoe to reach the book, he took the opportunity to grab your waist and pull you into a kiss.

"You do not?" you asked, trying to get to the book, but Aleksander caught your lips in a kiss again. "Aleksander!" you huffed, punching him in the chest with a laugh. "Your mother will kill me if I don't at least start reading this book." you complained, laughing at the smug man. He was so childish sometimes... You squealed as Aleksander suddenly grabbed your waist and pulled you close, burying his nose in your hair.

"I am more than strong enough to protect moya milaya from my bloodthirsty mother." he whispered, placing a tender kiss on your temple.

"Aleksander." you moaned as he moved his lips to your neck. You ran your hand through his hair, giving in to the feeling for a moment, until you remembered what you were supposed to do today. "How about a compromise?"you asked, taking his attention away from your neck for a moment.

"A compromise? And how do you want to negotiate your freedom, lapushka?"

"I'm not blind. I see you're clingier than usual today. Of course you won't let me out of your arms, which I can't really say I'm complaining about… But since I'm about to spend the rest of the day on your lap or in your arms, then you could at least read me the book Baghra told me to learn by heart." he was thinking, rubbing his nose against yours.

"I think I can accept it." you squealed in surprise as he picked you up bridal style, lifting you up so you could reach the book you needed. "But I reserve the right to give you some breaks. As your beloved I've got to make sure my little tribrid doesn't overwork herself." you giggled, making his smile of satisfaction only grow wider.

"What a good and caring lover you are, Aleksander." you teased, knowing full well what the study breaks were for… or rather, for whom.

"Have you ever doubted it?" he asked, raising an eyebrow, the sparkle of amusement in his dark eyes only made your mood more up. You loved seeing him so happy, carefree.

"No. Never." you whispered, kissing him with all your love and tenderness…

Such nonsense dreams have plagued you almost every time since you met the general. Visions of his younger self and yours, as if the two of you lived together hundreds of years ago. It also didn't help your plan that, for some strange reason, you felt this... attraction, this desire to be close to him.

You didn't know where your sudden fondness for the Darkling came from, but one thing was certain. You had to get rid of it. And that's before your father presents the king with plans to permanently disband the Second Army and return all the Grishas to the slave system. You couldn't give in to some stupid feeling towards their general... not when everything you and your father had worked for was coming to an end.

"Lady Petrova. You're surprisingly quiet today." the queen has distracted you from the thoughts that have plagued you for weeks. You put on your learned, polite smile.

"Forgive me, Your Majesty. I'm not feeling well today. I think I have a slight migraine, but it should pass soon, Your Highness."

"You look paler than usual… Genya, lady Y/F/N. Take lady Y/N to the healers." you had to do your best to keep the frown from appearing on your face. This old witch…

"Your Grace." instead, you bowed to the queen and walked away with the two women at your side. You didn't speak to Genya until you were sure you were out of earshot of anyone other than the three of you. "I'm fine, Genya. I just had to get out of there."

"Then I should thank you for saving me from there too." she replied with a smile as tired as yours. "But the queen was right. You looked a little pale earlier. Are you sure everything's okay? I can improve your appearance and cover up those little dark circles under your eyes if you want."

"No need, sweetheart. But if you somehow have power over dreams, it would be really helpful." you joked, knowing full well that Grisha are incapable of entering other people's dreams… though you doubted it after the general's face haunted you at night in those strange dreams.

"It would be great to be able to do that."

"Anyway, thank you, Genya. You can hide somewhere in the palace. You deserve some time off." the woman nodded to you and headed towards the Grand Palace, leaving you and Y/F/N alone in the gardens.

"Okay, what's the matter? What are you dreaming about that you can't sleep? And why are you hanging around Grishas and Darkling lately? You want to settle him down or something?" your friend asked annoyed. You looked around, making sure you two were still alone.

"I'm not going to settle him down. My father wanted me to take care of our strong, dark general. After all, what's the best way to steer a man who doesn't care about anyone but his people, than an affair with a pretty, nobel woman?" you asked with a cunning smile.

You preferred to keep your strange dreams to yourself… at least until you were sure it was just a stupid figment of your imagination and growing teenage crush on a dark general.

"I don't quite understand… so what exactly are you doing with him?" she asked, growing suspicious as you headed towards the Little Palace.

"It's just a game. I charm him with my beauty, spend time with him, and so on, which makes him less interested in the war, and I don't have to put up with my father's complaining about me finally getting married. I serve both Ravka and my own interests. Isn't it wonderful?"

"You'll get burned. Be careful with him. He's a Darkling. If he finds out…" she warned you, slightly scared. You snorted, shaking your head. You looked around one more time before whispering conspiratorially to her.

"Then what will he do to me? It's in his interest to keep our little affair as a secret, the dignity of a man and all that crap won't let him seek revenge openly - he'll only embarrass himself even more. I'm perfectly safe." you replied confidently as you left the gardens. You smiled. According to your plan, the general should leave his palace right now to meet the council. It was your job to make sure he didn't get there… well, at least not for the most part.

"If you say so… But you have to admit, even you, that he's hot."

"That's true... which only makes it more interesting..." you saw Kirigan coming out of the Little Palace with one of his loyal dogs by his side... Ivan or the other, you couldn't remember. You smiled slyly, sensing a good opportunity. "Excuse me."

You didn't waste any time. You immediately approached the general, inwardly triumphant with the smile he sent you as soon as he saw you… the grimace on his companion's face was also the reason for your good mood.

"Lady Petrova."

"General Kirigan. So you do occasionally leave the Little Palace."

"Indeed it happens sometimes." he smiles back at your teasing, keeping his distracting dark eyes on you.

"Then I can't pass up this opportunity to take you anywhere other than the path leading to the Grand Palace or the gardens. It's a beautiful day for a ride, don't you think? Perhaps you could accompany me?"

"Actually…"

"It's a wonderful idea. Ivan, could you get our horses ready?" the general interrupted his Girsha. You lowered your head, biting the inside of your cheek to keep from smiling victoriously. As Ivan passed you, you stepped closer to the general and turned your careful gaze back to him.

"He doesn't like me very much, does he?" you asked, catching the arm he offered you as you two walked to the stables together. "Your gruff companion." you added seeing his confused look.

The general snorted, placing his hand over yours, which made you shiver uncontrollably. You internally chastised yourself for such a… pathetic reaction to his little touch.

"Ivan is… specific." he finally replied making you chuckle.

"I saw the look he gave me when I took you away from him, like I was stealing his favorite cuddly toy." Kirigan snorted, which made you smile. You felt how your cheeks redden involuntarily at the sound of his laughter. "You don't have to always defend your people at all costs, General. Well, at least not in such a case." you replied with a smirk.

"Ivan is a good soldier and comrade… he can be funny once you get to know him."

"Then I guess you find volcra hilarious too."

"And maybe one or two of the queen's nobles." you gave him an offended look, placing your hand over your heart in a hurt gesture.

"Ouch. That's good that my company at least gives you some fun. It must be really hard to always be that grave, grumpy, dark general."

"Surely it can be lonely sometimes." his thoughtful, sombre statement ruined the fun atmosphere between you two.

For a brief moment, you could see the familiar twinkle of grief in his eyes before he hid it behind his mask of indifference. You knew that feeling. Especially after being transferred to different courts so many times. You had to master your emotions to perfection… especially the feeling of loneliness that was getting worse every day.

"Well, that's good that I have enough time to play a foolish, wayward, snobbish noble around you… maybe you won't feel so lonely, anymore." you joked, not knowing if you were saying it out of a duty to get close to him or from the depths of your completely lost and confused heart, which always acted like that near him.

"You're not the worst noblewoman I've ever met." the amused note returned to his voice, as did the twinkle of mischief in his eyes.

"Maybe you just didn't know me good enough?" you asked, stopping by the stables and letting go of his arm.

"Maybe..." he replied thoughtfully, not letting go of your hand.

You turned back to him. Your gaze lingered on your joined hands for a moment, until you shifted your confused gaze to him.

The moment your eyes met his, any questions you wanted to ask him escaped your mind. You could only stare blankly into his eyes. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you flashed an image of the younger Aleksander you dreamed of... the exact same one who was giving you an affectionate look like the general was doing now.

"Aleksander." you whispered, not even realising when the idea of saying his name popped into your head.

You were besotted, too mesmerised by the dark irises that stared at you like some saint, like you were all he ever wanted to look at for the rest of his life, to think of anything other than getting closer to him.

And the worst of it all was that you had no idea how you knew the smell of his cologne and why it reminded you of home, of safety. Or why he seemed so familiar to you…

"Yes, milaya?" you trembled. You knew he felt it; you knew he saw how you reacted to the nickname his younger version gives you every night in your dreams… and although it reminded you of something only a close person could say to their beloved, for the hell you didn't know what it meant or how he knew about it. But before you could answer something (or take the one little step that lasted between you and him to feel his lips on yours), Ivan arrived with your horses. "Thank you, Ivan." the general cleared his throat. You could tell by the tone of his voice that he wasn't happy about being interrupted either.

"General. Let me remind you that in two hours…"

"Postpone all my appointments. I'll be unavailable." you couldn't help but send Ivan a victorious smile from behind Kirigan's shoulder, which made heartrender wince. Aleksander turned to glance at you, and you gave him a nice, polite smile, making sure the flash of malice disappeared from your eyes. The man shifted his confused looks to Ivan. "I'll be back tonight. Lady Petrova needs an escort."

"Of course, General, have a nice trip."

"Thank you, Ivan."

You gave Grisha a fleeting glance and malicious smile before you and Aleksander left the palace grounds. Ivan has tried to stop the general from joining you more than once this month... he has failed miserably each time. Seeing Grisha grumpier than usual was another advantage of your quest... besides being with Aleksander.

"Wanna race?!" you shouted, not giving him time to answer as you galloped your horse along, laughing as the general chased after you.

~•♤♤♤•~

"Forgotten fountain in the middle of the forest? I didn't think you knew such romantic places, general." you said with a teasing smile as you dismounted from your horses.

"You find it romantic?" he asked, throwing an amused glance over his shoulder as he tossed out the branches in the fountain. You smiled, internally laughing at how the great general commanding the entire Second Army was preparing the atmosphere for your pseudo date.

"Oh, don't tease me. You know what I meant. It's amazing that with your work schedule you have time to wander around and find places like this."

"You do realize I have free time sometimes, right?"

"Rearranging figures on a war table is no leisure time, General." Kirigan snorted, shaking his head in amusement. You smiled as you walked over to the fountain to stand next to him. Only then did you see what was so amazing about her that the general brought you here. It was dedicated to the Black Heretic. "Wait… that's your ancestor's story, isn't it?"

"You know it just from those old pictures?" he asked, apparently impressed with your knowledge, to which you snorted indignantly.

"Of course. Every child in Ravka know his story... well, or at least they should. To be honest, I'm not sure how ignorant the other nobles are, but I hope they're not that bad after all. But I'm guessing you didn't bring me here for a history lesson, did you?"

"When I was a boy, I used to run away and hide here once I realised I was the descendant of the most hated Grisha in Ravka. I've come here to throw a coin and make a wish in the fountain that I could be anyone else."

"A dangerous wish." I murmured as I looked at the pictures on the fountain to avoid his scrutinising gaze. "You never know what fate may befall you. It may turn out that things weren't so bad after all." I replied, remembering all the stories of noblewomen I had the opportunity to know... not all of them lived wonderful, fairy-tale lives. At least not the ones with powdered bruises.

"I devoted my life to undoing the greatest sin of my forbear. But I never seen this as a solution. Only as a reminder of the problem. They always need someone to blame."

"Every story needs a villain." you replied, sitting on the edge of the fountain, facing the general. "Sometimes it happens that there are several of them in one, if we look at the matter from the perspective of someone else. So forgive me if I say that I don't consider your ancestor to be evil incarnate."

"Why wouldn't you?" he asked curiously, walking over to you and sitting across from you.

"Every coin has two sides. Maybe he created a fold; maybe he wanted more power, but no one ever told it from his side. Maybe he wasn't the only villain in this story. Also, I don't believe in a golden hero and a vicious villain fighting doggedly against each other. There are no pure black or white people; we are all grey in our own way." you said, dipping your hand in the water, playing with it, and making small waves with your hand movements.

You glanced at the general, noticing that he was closely watching as you played with the water. You furrowed your brow, not knowing what so interesting he sees in this childish behaviour.

"And how gray are you?" his question snapped you out of your thoughts. You shrugged, still running your fingers through the water.

"I think I still have a long way to go to find out."

"What if I already know?" you frowned as you looked at him, which turned out to be your worst mistake. His dark eyes were to be your undoing…

You felt it again. This need to be close to him, this bond between you and him that was formed from the moment your eyes met in the ballroom a month ago. You were supposed to be his undoing, the downfall of the great, black general... so far, he's been the one who's been messing with your mind effectively, making you doubt everything your father ever taught you about your superiority over the Grishas. And you played the role Kirigan expected of you, like a foolish, naive girl.

"And how would you know that?" you whispered, cursing yourself for the obvious weakness in your voice.

Kirigan placed his hand on yours, the one you used to lean on at the fountain. His touch sent that weird feeling into your chest and made you shiver uncontrollably again. You were losing control… and the worst part was that you didn't mind at all.

"I feel like I've known you and waited for you my whole life. As if you were long lost part of me, which finally came back." you couldn't get rid of that terrible feeling of déjà vu that came over you after his words.

Somewhere in the back of your mind and deep in your heart, you had the feeling—no, you were SURE—that you had been in this situation before. That he once held your hand, telling you that you were destined to be together and that the stars, fate, destiny, saints, gods, or whoever was watching over you were responsible for bringing your souls together.

But it was impossible. You didn't know him before, you couldn't. You've never been to the king's palace until now…

However, everything ceased to matter the moment he leaned in, crossing the short distance between you and catching your lips in a kiss.

You gasped in surprise, your only warning being his tighter grip on your hand, which you only noticed after his soft lips gently pressed against yours. However, you had the sense to return his kiss, deepening it just as you felt Aleksander about to pull away from you.

He grabbed your waist tightly with one arm, pulling you to him, but he never let go of his firm grip on your hand.

You groaned, sinking into the so damn familiar closeness of his body against yours, taking in every ounce of his warmth and scent. But it was his gentle biting on your bottom lip that made you forget anything other than his lips on yours and let yourself get completely lost in the moment. You took your hand out of the water, grabbing the back of his head to get as close to him as possible, when suddenly a huge wave of cold, chilly water splashed you.

You gasped, breaking away from Kirigan. You sighed as cool water dripped from your hair onto your already-soaked dress that was sticking to your skin. You shifted your confused gaze to the equally wet man in front of you, who stared at you with an incomprehensible, fascinated twinkle in his eye.

"What have just happened?" you gasped, glancing at the now empty fountain.

"Are you asking about our kiss or the fact that you just demonstrated tidemaker's abilities?"

"What? No. I can't be Grisha. I…"

"Have you ever been tested, milaya?" he asked softly, so calmly he almost managed to calm your frantically beating heart. But you couldn't shake the feeling of panic rising within you. All plans would go to hell if you turned out to be… one of THEM.

"You know perfectly well what it is like among the nobles. They would rather kill or throw away a child with such powers." you replied, marvelling at how you managed to sound cold and emotionless despite your growing fear.

Kirigan frowned, obviously dissatisfied with your ability to cover up your emotions. What you didn't know was that your eyes betrayed all your emotions to him. He'd stared at them for so long that it would be impossible for him now not to be able to read your emotions.

"Well… it's always better to know, isn't it?" you stared at him for a moment before you nodded uncertainly, swallowing nervously. You couldn't be Grisha. That… whatever happened, it couldn't be it. "May I?" he made sure, pointing to the sleeve of your dress. You nodded silently.

For a moment, the world stops. It's just you and the general, who, with unusual delicacy for him, rolls up the sleeve of your wet dress and uses his sharp-pointed ring to cut your skin.

You're both shocked and oddly excited to see the water gushing out and the hot fire coming from where he cut your skin. Suddenly, a wind rises around you, drying you both and blowing some of the leaves off the trees into the empty fountain. You freeze, feeling the dormant power coursing through your veins, which the general's touch awakens with incredible ease.

It's like he's bringing to life a version of yourself you don't know...

"You are a Grisha. Etherealki Tribrid to be precise." he says, breaking the silence between you. You raise your confused gaze back to him, noticing that he's still studying your face. Weighing, evaluating, expecting something, and having hope so clearly written in his dark eyes that for a moment you are at a loss for words.

"You… you don't seem surprised." you manage to get out of you. You are terrified of your weakness right now. But with the general staring at you with such... tenderness and longing, you're not sure which of you has put your heart in more danger. You just don't know what caused this sudden, overt display of affection for you.

"I felt your power. Only someone special could carry such a huge amount of energy. You and I are going to change the world, Y/N."

"But… I can't… no one can know about this. Please, Aleksander." you pleaded in a panic, gripping his hand tightly. "Promise me that this will stay between us. If my father finds out about this… if the court finds out… Please, Aleksander." the man was staring at you. Apparently, the prospect of having a tribrid in his army was too tempting for him to just forget what had happened here. You had to convince him otherwise. "Wouldn't it be better if it stayed between us? You could train me yourself. Secretly teach me how to use… this. Wouldn't it be better to have a secret weapon? Someone who can be summoned to the battlefield if needed and used as an element of surprise?"

"I don't want to use you." he growled, wrinkling his nose as he realized how sharp his words had come out. "I want you to be my equal, Y/N. But fine. We'll keep everything that happened here to ourselves. You'll come to my office every night so we can train."

"Every night? You want to cause a scandal, General?" you ask, regaining your ability to joke and banter.

For now, you hide all your doubts, fear and greyness that your life will change irreversibly in the back of your head. You allow yourself to get lost in the general's eyes for a while before returning to real life… before you have to decide what to do about the "Grishas case", knowing your newfound abilities now.

"Do you care?" you know what he's asking you, but he doesn't know how many different meanings his question has for you. And you're afraid that once he finds out about your plan against him and against his people, he'll stop looking at you with that... adoration in his eyes. Because, for some strange reason, you want him to look at you like that.

"No…" you replied, moving your gaze between his mouth and eyes. "I guess not."

~•♤♤♤•~

"I can't believe it! How did you know that was my favorite dish?!" I ask him after another grueling session of our training as he returns with a dinner brought to his door by servants.

"I have my ways." he responds, laughing as you practically pounce on the food ravenously. You didn't realize that using Grisha's powers was so… exhausting.

"Just like my allergy to the awful pollen that's out now, what particular, specific type of tea do I like, and what books do I prefer to read? What's next? Just hand me my favourite flowers and tell me it's pure case?" you laugh over your plate, glancing at him briefly. The general blushes slightly and clears his throat awkwardly. "Oh, Saints, you do have flowers for me, don't you?" you asked as a little smirk started to form on your face.

"It seems to you, vain little tribrid." you tremble at his words, and that sick feeling of deja vu follows you every time his damn dark irises pierce your soul. If he wanted you to go crazy, you're sure he was well on his way to making it happen.

Aleksander, on the other hand, stared longingly at you, searching for any trace of recognition in your eyes. How many times in those training sessions has he wished your memories of living with him would come back to you? He didn't know. Ever since he made sure you displayed the powers of virtually all ethereals, he's spent countless sleepless nights in his bed dreaming of the moment you'll whisper that damn nickname you love for him.

But nothing like that was coming.

Instead, he had to fight this urge to kiss you to death, to hold you forever in his safe arms where nothing could hurt you. He had to fight his longing for your slightest touch, your tender gaze, and the unconditional love you had. And with each passing day, he cursed himself for his inability to remember the life you two had spent together.

He was desperate enough to talk to his mother about it. He went to her as soon as he was sure it was really you to brag about his hunch and victory over her judgement. And complain about your innate ability to spite him and not remember him when he worked so hard to make it happen.

"If it's not her, then explain to me how she's already ruining all my plans and is getting on my nerves?" he asked, raising an inquiring eyebrow at Baghra.

"Just because you have a natural bad luck with women doesn't mean Y/N is back from the dead." she replied ironically, not even looking up at him.

"It is her. And when I prove it, forget about seeing her, because I won't let you."

"I'm not a spoiled child, General." you laugh back, snapping him out of his thoughts as cool water hits his chest. He raises an eyebrow at you, failing to keep an amused smile from spreading across his lips.

Saints, how he wants to kiss that malicious smirk off your alluring lips. But he has to be careful with you. He has to control himself. He can't lose you or scare you away now, not when he's so close to getting HIS Y/N back.

"You're definitely acting like one." he replies teasingly as he takes out the flowers hidden behind his back and hands them to you.

You sigh in shock before another heart-melting smile appears on your lips. You dip your nose in the flowers, and Aleksander tries to remember this moment forever. The silent hope that you will remember one of the many times he gave you those special flowers you loved bursts into unwillingness in his chest.

"Please, as if you don't like to spoil me…" you just reply teasingly, reminding him how fate was never on his side. It would be impossible for him to just get you back like that.

"I'd throw all the jewels in the world at your feet just to see that beautiful, wide smile spread across your lips." you tremble under his heavy, intent gaze, feeling him ignite that familiar, strange fire inside you, calling for him.

The answer to his confession just slipped out of your mouth as a whisper.

"You don't need jewels to make me smile like a fool in love."

Aleksander flinched as he recognised the words you said to him—the exact same words you used in response to his confession hundreds of years ago. You liked torturing him with it. Remind him of stolen moments with you in the woods, away from the king's men, his mother, and other envious people too scared of your abilities to see you as anything more than a dangerous monster. You loved throwing him into the past, while you stuck hard to what was happening now. At times like this, he promised himself that once he had you back, he would never let you go. He won't be that weak to let someone take you from him again.

You, in turn, watched him bewildered as another vision/memory flashed before your eyes. His warm lips on your wind-cold skin, his whispered promises in your ear as he held you close to him, his shadows dancing around you, shielding anyone from seeing you two.

That memory revived in your mind as the general's lips met yours.

Kissing him, enjoying the firm grip around your waist, you had those strange visions again. You were beginning to wonder if the general had seen through your cunning plan and decided to punish you by driving you crazy with these supposed memories.

But you didn't want to do anything about it. Not when he felt so good against you.

You kiss him greedily, tangling your hands in his hair and pulling him closer to you. He picks you up, placing you on his war table. Your hands travel up his shoulders to the buttons of his kefta and his to the strings of your corset at the back of your dress...

Just then, a loud knock interrupts you.

You laugh in disbelief that they're bothering you again. Aleksander smiles, biting his lip as he looks at you with amusement in his eyes. How he missed your sincere, carefree laugh.

"Go see what it is." you whisper to him as you slide off the table to stand on your own feet. Aleksander smirks mischievously and leans in to steal a kiss from you. You giggle as you push him away and whisper a softly "go".

You blush, feeling like a teenager caught kissing a boy. And you have a very strange feeling that this has happened before...

"Aleksander!" you squeal, laughing as quietly as you can. "Someone will see us!" you reprimand him by tapping him lightly in the chest.

"Only if you keep being so loud. Besides, how can you blame me for wanting to kiss my beautiful beloved after weeks apart?"

"Your secret beloved I would like to point out. Baghra and my parents will kill us if they find us here." you remind him, only smiling wider as his grip tightens around your waist.

"They'll have to go through my shadows first… that gives us enough time to escape."

"Well, well, what a cunning boyfriend I have. I like that plan of yours." I whisper into his lips, teasing him, as I move away each time he wants to kiss me.

"Y/N?" Aleksander's whisper and his gentle grip on my shoulder pulls me out of my memories. "Everything's all right?" he looks at you with concern in his eyes and something else, something like longing mixed with hope. You have no idea what it could be.

NO. I have strange visions of you where you love and need me more than anything in this world. I have dreams of a reality where it's just us, too busy loving ourselves to see anything else or care about all the problems in the world. And I have a feeling that I'm going to go crazy if you once again arouse in me that feeling of familiarity and fire that for some unknown reason cries out desperately for your slightest touch and affection. - you think.

"I'm fine, just thought of something. What did Ivan want from you?" I ask with a gentle smile.

"I have to go now. The First Army soldiers and my Grishas have reportedly gotten into some kind of fight. I need to investigate it."

You freeze, knowing full well what's going on. Your and your father's plan. Kirigan is about to get into the middle of a fight caused by the people of the first army (actually hired by your father's thugs). A fight with a general defending his people in the main role will start, which your father and the king are supposed to come across by "pure accident". You were supposed to let him get into your trap.

"I'll be back as soon as I can. Don't worry, it's probably some stupid skirmish." he assures you, but you know better. You know that once he goes there, he will be banished at best for suspicion of treason and wanting to start a rebellion - rumours your father is now spreading to the king.

Your brain screams for you to let it go. You were Grisha, but people like you would never accept you; you knew that. And the nobles would kick you out if they found out about your powers; it was safer for you to get rid of the general, the only person who knew about your abilities.

But your stupid heart already bled at the thought of putting Aleksander in danger and being the cause of his downfall—the thing you were supposed to be so proud of only a few months ago.

"Wait!" you scream, reaching for his hand before he steps away from you. You lost. You lost the war with the devil and sold him your heart and the soul he had anyway, since he kissed you at the fountain, since he started appearing in your dreams as a strange vision of an alternate world where you live with him as his. A vision you desperately wanted to come true. "Please don't go."

"Why?" he asks, placing his hands gently on your shoulders.

"I... you can't... trap... my father... and king... they..." you hyperventilate, tears welling up in your eyes uncontrollably, and an indescribably great feeling of unease seizes you, making it a huge challenge to take even the slightest breath.

Suddenly, all you hear is a buzzing in your ears. Slowly, your knees weaken, and you fall straight into the waiting arms of Aleksander, who looks like he's screaming something. You are enveloped in blissful darkness.

But before you lose your consciousness one thought runs through your mind.

What the hell did I did?

~•♤♤♤•~

You opened your eyes. It was dawn. You were in a clearing near some castle ruins. There were a lot of soldiers around you.

You slowly got up on your elbows and lifted yourself off the ground. You tried to push your way through the crowd of soldiers, but as soon as your arm was about to touch one of them, you felt yourself walking through it. You froze in place.

The sound of Aleksander's voice snapped you out of your daze. You walked forward, passing through the soldiers as you reached the stairs of the palace ruins.

It was a younger version of him, exactly the one you saw in your dreams. But this time it wasn't a pleasant dream. The love in his eyes was replaced by pure fear and fury.

You turned to where he was staring and gasped as you spotted a beaten, bloodied version of yourself held by one of the king's soldiers.

"Surrender. Or your girl will die." Aleksander stared at the younger version of you, trying to make eye contact with you, making sure you were still holding on to your life for him, despite the gruesome state you were in. "This one was brave. She was willing to die than reveal your hiding place. Fortunately, we got another, weaker one. Now, you better hurry before that bitch bleeds to death."

Tears began to form in Aleksander's eyes. He raised his trembling hands in surrender. You lifted your head with difficulty, watching him.

Then all hell broke loose. You set a soldier on fire and started a great fire. You tried to approach Aleksander and he came to you, but the soldiers around you were faster. One of them caught you; the rest kept Aleksander, who was struggling with all his strength, from rushing to your rescue and summoning his shadows. The soldier drew his dagger.

Your eyes and Aleksander's did not separate for a moment. Desperation and fear were reflected in his eyes, which met your gaze full of sadness and fear for his life.

"Aleksander, I love you-AGH!" you tell him when a soldier pierces your heart with a dagger in front of your beloved.

"Y/N!" Aleksander screams, tears in his eyes obscuring his vision at your last breath and your last look at him. He is overcome with rage, grief, and frustration so great that he can do nothing but scream.

His scream proves deadly. Deadly for his enemies.

His grief, desperation, and tremendous pain piercing his heart and seeing his beloved Y/N die raised within him a power so great that it covered the world in the darkness of his shadow.

And so the fold is born.

And Aleksander remains utterly alone in his darkness.

~•♤♤♤•~

You jump out of bed, screaming. You just saw yourself die... but it wasn't you, was it? It's just your twisted imagination. Aleksander couldn't... couldn't create the fold. The Black Heretic lived hundreds of years before you; it couldn't be true. It's just your sick imagination. You kept telling yourself.

You looked around the room, recognising that you were in the general's bedroom. You changed out of his black shirt, which you don't know who put you in, and left the bedroom in a hurry. You didn't know how Aleksander would treat you after he found out about your father's plan, and he certainly did after your panic attack in his war room. You also didn't want to risk getting caught in the general's chamber.

You were about to leave Aleksander's chamber, but someone's hand grabbed your arm tightly and covered your mouth. You tried to wriggle out of his attacker's grip, but in vain. Fortunately, the stranger let you go as soon as you entered one of the secret passages of the Little Palace.

You turned around, freezing as you came face to face with the woman haunting your dreams…

"Who are you?" you whispered in horror, recognizing the woman as the light from her torch illuminated her face.

"It doesn't matter. You need to get out of here as soon as possible." she grabbed your hand again in a strong, bruising grip, but this time you managed to pull away from her.

"Who the hell are you?! Why am I dreaming about you and some Aleksander?! How do I know you, Baghra?!"

"Hush for the saints! We're not far from his room." she tried to silence you, fearing that at any moment you would bring Aleksander back to his chambers here.

"Whose room? General's? What does he have to do with it? What the hell is going on here?!"

"Shut up you stupid girl before he comes here. I'm trying to save you."

"Saved me from what? I don't need a hero, thank you very much. All I want to know is why I'm having these fucking visions about you. Who are you? Why am I having some weird flashbacks about you from hundreds of years ago?" you ask, tired of it all, trying to finally get to the truth, whatever it may be.

"Aleksander was right… it's true. It's really you." she says in shock, eyeing you closely as you use all your powers in anger, summoning both fire, water and a light breeze in the deserted secret passage.

"Aleksander? Which one? Kirigan or some other? Answer me for the love of saints!" you scream at her, feeling like you're about to lose your mind at any moment.

"Child, there is only one Aleksander. My son. Aleksander Morozova. Black Heretic. General Kirigan and many other names he's taken since you died."

"What? What are you talking about? It's impossible, a Black Heretic lived hundreds of years ago… wait. Since I died? What do you mean by since I die?" the vision you just had haunts you again. Your blood, Alexander's screams. Screams of people turned by his grief, anger and rage into volcra as he creates a fold...

"You real name is Y/N…"

"BAGHRA!" Aleksander's furious scream echoes through the deserted corridor. He walks over to me faster than I can blink and stands between me and his supposed mother. "Go away."

"Aleksander..." she begins in a serious tone, but one dark look from the general keeps her silent. Never, not even during their worst quarrels, had he dared to oppose her so openly, so hostilely.

"I said... Go. Away." Baghra looks at you. Half in disappointment, half in fear, knowing full well the reason why her son is ready to use his shadows on her.

She lets go. This time. She knows full well he can't bring back your memories anyway. Or at least she hopes so.

Shee leaves you alone in a dark corridor. Aleksander slowly turns to you and reaches for you, but you pull away before his fingertips even try to touch you. He freezes. He watches you fearfully, afraid of what Baghra might have told you to make you so disgusted by his small touch.

"Don't take a step further. Why do I know you? Why did YOU know me before anything started between us? What the hell is this all about?!"

"Y/N... you need to calm down." he tries to calm you down as he sees you gasping for breath again. He reaches out to touch your cheek tenderly but you jump away from him. The fire begins to slowly circulate around your hands as you unknowingly summon it.

"DO NOT TOUCH ME! Who are you? Who are you to me? That's true? Are you a Black Heretic? What is going on here?!" you scream, you feel an indescribable power flowing through you that you are unable to control, a flood of emotions floods your mind, and your powers go out of control as a great wind rises and the corridor begins to slowly fill with water. The fire in your hands grows bigger, more alive, more uncontrollable.

"My milaya, please... try to calm down for me." he says, taking a step towards you with his hands up so you can see his every little move, every attempt to touch you.

"What am I?" you whisper, your tears flow freely, the water begins to rise faster and faster, the wind is so great that it blows both his and your hair and his black kefta in all directions, and the living fire from your hands prevents him from approaching you without risk of burning himself. But Aleksander doesn't care.

He wades towards you through the water that comes up to his hips and cups your face with both hands, forcing you to look him in the eyes. As soon as his skin touches yours, everything stops. The wind stops blowing, the fire disappears, and the water stops at a constant level. It is quiet. Eerily silent as you stare at him in a daze, tears dripping from your eyes into the makeshift river you created in the hallway.

"You know who you are. Just reach for it. Please, come back to me, Y/N Y/L/N. Moya milaya, moya lapushka..." he pleads, resting his forehead against yours.

You close your eyes. The flood of vivid memories makes your head hurt, but as soon as all the images are gone from your eyes, you open them to look into those familiar dark irises that pierce through you. And you cry with relief, finally knowing perfectly well how you know him, why you associate him with home, peace, love, unconditional devotion.

"Sasha?" you whisper, afraid you've gone completely insane, that it's all a nasty, twisted figment of your imagination.

And Aleksander sighs with relief hearing that damn diminutive he missed so much.

"It's me. My beloved Y/N. My life. My Light. My tribrid. You are finally here." he takes you in his arms as tears flow freely down your cheeks. You snuggle into him, your nose brushing his neck as you inhale the damn good smell of his perfume. Aleksander buries his nose in your hair, trying to hold back tears as he trembles uncontrollably. He finally had you. After hundreds of years, months of torture where he had you at his fingertips but couldn't touch you properly, you were finally with him. "Eya fyela chi." he whispers in old Ravkan, making you laugh in relief.

"I love you too, Sasha. I promise I'm not going anywhere anymore. Nobody and nothing will take me away from you."

"Brave of you to think I'd let you go anywhere. You stay by my side. Forever. I won't waste such a wonderful gift from the saints, my little flame." he says, kissing your temple.

You shiver for the first time enjoying the familiar feeling of love and warmth that comes with this tender gesture, often repeated by him in the past.

He leaned in, catching your lips in a passionate, long-awaited kiss. And you couldn't do anything other than enjoy the taste of his lips on yours and how you could create new memories with him without the old ones attacking you with every touch he made. You are no longer an intruder in your own body. And the unknown fire calling for him turned into the familiar flame of love.

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[meraki-yao]

I wanted to get your point of view on an issue. I've just been reading you, but your answers are always precise and intelligent, so I'll proceed! I'm not someone who likes to compare different works, or who gets stuck in one thing while denying the rest or what a biased part... but let's face it: the TIOY will probably only be saved due to Nicholas' singing performances. The plot is really obvious and banal (and I won't go into comparisons with Harry Styles because it's a real minefield) and honestly I haven't even seen this incredible chemistry with Anne (which was missing from the RWRB trailer immediately outside). I'll get to the point: I noticed that the two times Nicholas talked about the

project (the last one just the other evening) he seemed not totally at ease, contracted, not enthusiastic in short. The narrative of calling on his co-star Annie to show off the chemistry (I remember he didn't answer the famous question promptly, but said "I should probably say her") is obviously a PR move so I expect them to try to make pass it all off as something it isn't. So I think he is aware of the mediocrity of the product. I also found him cold for M&G but in that case it was clear that the matter had involved him anyway. I won't say anything about rwrb because his eyes speak for themselves. What do you think of all this? Thanks for the reply ❤️

Firstly thank you for the compliment, that's very kind of you 💕

I don't think it would be fair to judge TIOY so soon since the trailer's barely been out for a week, but I will say my own opinion on the project first:

I haven't read the book, frankly I don't have access to it, but while I don't hold any really negative thoughts regarding the premise, it isn't ... that exciting to me? Like it sounds fun, but I've read a fair amount of fics across fandoms with the same/similar premise. Plus from my Chinese celebrity experience, it kind of feels like it's feeding into the "dreamgirl" mindset which I feel iffy about

I also don't see the "incredibly chemistry"with Anne, it's better than what I saw in Cinderella with Camila (that was really freaking felt like besties) and it's there, but it's not what I felt with rwrb (then again I'm not sure how objective I am) but then again, we only have the trailer, so we'll have to wait and see to make a fair judgement

I actually got an ask about Nick answering the chemistry question that I haven't gotten around answering (I've gotten a lot, and I mean a lot of asks these couple of days and I'm also a full time student 😅) so I'll probably answer this point in more detail in that ask, but basically while I don't know it's a complete lie and he did have some genuine connection with Anne, it might be slightly exaggerated because of promo/PR reasons.

Forgive me, but I don't really look too much into how they talk about their work unless it's blatantly obvious, so I won't comment on what you said about him being tenser.

As for M&G:

I don't think Nick's acting cold when it comes to M&G, but also please keep in mind that M&G is something VASTLY different to any of his previous projects.

I actually have thoughts on what M&G means to Nick: it was a really, really hard job, arguably his hardest to date, but he's happy with what came out and has a sense of satisfaction from the work done: Nick often describes the process of shooting M&G as "gruelling", and he got hurt a lot, A LOT on that set. Also a lot was demanded from him in that role: (mild spoilers for M&G till *) a complex character who's recognizable from who he was in the first episode, sleeping with a lot of people, fencing, dancing, speaking French, horse riding, falling off a horse and deliberately running into a tree, filming in a flaming forest, etc. It was a lot, and a job like this doesn't come with entirely happy memories. Like I do believe the cast and crew were great, and Nick made really good friends, but just what entailed definitely took a lot out of him. So I think he's happy with the final product, but if you have him summarize the project, I think he'd say something along "learned a lot", "fulfilling" rather than something like "a joy", what he used for rwrb. So Nick might have a little more complicated feelings towards M&G, but I really don't think it's entirely negative.

But rwrb is something entirely different. It arguably gained the most traction and caused one of the biggest positive changes in his career, and there's also a bunch of personal, private connections and emotions there that we don't know about. So while M&G is a roller coaster, RWRB is a mostly happy experience.

Althought disclaimer, all of the above if my observation from what Nick has said, posted or done, and my own understanding of it. I do not or cannot actually speak for Nick.

I hope this helps? I think I might have gone off a tangent (I'm answering this while taking notes in a law lecture, fuck yeah multitasking 😅) so let me know if I missed something

#anon ask #answered #nicholas galitzine #rwrb #red white and royal blue #rwrb movie #the idea of you #mary and george

[felix-floyd]

(Day 27 of a Dan pic every day)

{Let’s pretend I didn’t miss yesterday even though I had the day off😅}

“Flying on the backs of flaming horses, we'll ride into your town and leave nothing but corpses. I'll kill your dad and scream obscenities.”

- Cookies!, Attitude City

#ninja sex party #dan avidan #danny avidan #danny sexbang #shadow academy #starbomb #game grumps #ninja brian #brian wecht

[chocoholicbean45]

Heyoo!! I've been hard at work and I have a couple drawings of my Monkie Kid Au's characters'll look like! I won't give spoilers yet cause I need to figure out the overall story for the comic(cause some bits are still a work in progress), so yeh! I'll give a short explination for each drawing tho if it helps.(also, Sorry if this is super long 😅)

Anyways, to start off with, we have MK!

To start off with, since I'm making him the son of Macaque and Sun Wukong, he's gotta have a monkey form! Soo I gave him the tail but for the ears, since Sun has 2 and Macaque has 6, I thought I'd just meet in the middle with 4. Soo you bet he'll have sensitive hearing now with this, next is the outfit, I kinda kept it simple,changing a few bits but I tried combining the S1 and S3 jackets together, buut I thought 'why not add some purple to him?'. Oh and the bandana! I wanted it to be Sorta reminiscent of Macaque's scarf, and yeh, that's basically it for now.

Now Onto Mei.

I wanted to give her a type of bomber jacket just the middle part being shorter than the previous jacket she wore. Annddd the dress shirt she has underneath, I wanted to keep it her style soo I watched the last 4 episodes of season 3 again and came up with making a green flame design on it. Though i thought adding some pastel purple and pastel pink details would work with her as well, plus some red as a reference to the samadhi fire. Also, Can't go wrong with a choker that has a flame charm on it can you?

Next up, our resident fire demon, Red Son!

I wanted to add some Demon Bull king elements to him as a start, sooo, the tail came in and I added a set of horns that'll be growing in. I kept most of his old outfit just adding extra details to the shoes andd adding a dog tag that has the Chinese symbol for "Family" on it. Ohhh but the jacket was the most fun to draw, I wanted to keep it both fancy but pretty exaggerated. Sooo I used the Yu-Gi-Oh Character Seto Kaiba as a reference. Now this is only one version of the jacket since he'll have a separate one with his original logo on the back. Buuut this sleeveless version has the symbol of the Ox from the Chinese zodiac on the back of it, though I wonder, where did he get it from? 🤔

And lastly, We have Sun Wukong and Macaque themselves!

Now, I thought about keeping a sort of Sun and Moon motif to them whilst looking at their previous outfits for ideas.

For Macaque, the first thing I did, was to make sure I kept Macaque's blind eye(which he may hide from time), I switched up his scarf colour since he got rid of his old one and gave it to someone else. The rest sort of fell into place after that.

For Sun Wukong on the other hand, I used refs of his outfits and armour from the show, but also looked at the Monkey king:Reborn 2021 movie's version of Sun anndd the 2015 Monkey king:The Hero is Back movie's version of him for help with keeping his outfit traditional but adding my own ideas to it. For the pauldrons on his shoulders, I came up with the idea that he may have been given a couple scales from his friend the White Horse Dragon before he passed away, used those to make his armour. Oh and I tried making it so each colour represents a past friend of his, So Tang Sanzeng, Zhu Bājiè, White Horse Dragon, Nezha and a bit of Macaque too.

But, the MAIN part I wanted to keep, was the Golden Fillet he wore during his journey to the west with his master and allies. Granted he got rid of it but a headcanon of mine is that he kept it, after he was able to take it off, as a memory of his master, Tang Sanzeng. So I stretched it out a bit wider and made it a sort of crown(Idk what that type of crown is called).

So yeah! That's it for now and I'm so sorry if anything sounds like I blabbered on or didn't explain some parts enough, I'm not the best with explaining things, I just draw to have fun tbh. Anyways! I hope you like them! And please, go ahead and suggest below who you think I should redesign next and whatever ideas you have for them.

Also thank you so much @djmurphy and my friends on twitter for helping me with my Au, I may not have a name for it yet but again, thanks so much for helping me with it! I couldn't have done it without you guys 🥰

#lego monkie kid #monkie kid #monkie kid fanart #qi xiaotian #lmk red son #lmk mei #macaque lmk #six eared macaque #monkie king #sun wukong lmk #red son monkie kid #my artwork #traditional drawing

[nubiengoddess32]

Posting a little tease of my Relationship fic for the 12 days of Casca. I do have a threesome story I'm working on as well but I thought a pure Gutsca fic would be more appropriate to do first😅.

If you haven't read my other work, I usually do sensual smut and this my idea of these two getting hot and heavy. For the premise, I always imagined that these two had one more moment together before all hell broke loose and that's the moment I tried to capture. This fic is actually almost done and should be posted by the end of the week🥰🥰

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As they reached the clearing, she walked in front of him to get a good look at the small spring. He heard the calming sound of water as it bubbled down the large curved pieces of stone. But his eyes weren’t on the water. It was on the woman in front of him.

Feeling a large hand grab her arm, Casca looked back to see Guts  gazing down at her. She gasped when he abruptly pulled her against his chest and captured her lips. Her bath momentarily forgotten, the items she carried fell to the moss covered ground as she reached up to clutch his short dark hair. His passionate kiss making her moan in unrestrained lust. The slow burning heat she’d felt earlier quickly grew into a smoldering flame. It rapidly spread from her belly to the nipples pressed against his chest and turned the flutter between her thighs into a needy pulse.

Casca didn’t fight the desire he poured into her. She had no qualms with his insistent tongue tangling with hers or the way he growled and grabbed her ass. His lips drinking up her moans as he groped and squeezed the round globes. This easygoing man rarely showed interest in anything other than battle, but right now he was hungry, and his hunger was directed at her. A feeling she found hard to resist.  

At some point during their passionate exchange, he must've hoisted her up and her legs found themselves around his waist. She realized it when his leather cock piece rubbed against her hidden folds. Shuddering at the small spark of pleasure, she lightly pressed his chest so he could release her lips. As she slid down his body, her eyes never left his as they panted from the intensity of their kiss.

Remembering their first time together, she smirked at the fierce look in his eyes. “Guess you can’t help being rough.”

“You weren’t exactly pushing me away either.” Giving her ass a squeeze.

“Whatever.” Rolling her eyes, she slunk out of his grasp. “I still want my bath and you smell like a horse.” Unbuckling her belt. “You coming?”

#12daysofcasca #gutsca #fanfic #berserk #hot and heavy

[hanzajesthanza]

Cahir for the character Bingo!

i have so many headcanons about them - what it says on the tin... i've considered his upbringing with ceallach teaching him the activities of noblemen... his childhood as he dreamed to be a knight... his entry into the military and friendship with morteisen... his time spent in beauclair, i have a gaggle of foolish young knights-errant that invite him to their group... and his horrible (affectionate) sibling interactions with angouleme

wordless space 1, "i just think he's neat" - especially his friendship with milva, and his relationship with geralt.

that's a solid design right there - the most metal fucking design ever: "The rider stares down at her. Ciri sees his eyes gleaming through the slit in his huge helmet, framed by a bird of prey’s wings. She sees the fire reflected in the broad blade of the sword held in his lowered hand. (...) The rider spurs his horse, the wings on his helmet fluttering as the bird of prey takes to flight, launching itself to attack its helpless victim, paralysed with fear. The bird – or maybe the knight – screeches terrifyingly, cruelly, triumphantly. A black horse, black armour, a black flowing cloak, and behind this – flames. A sea of flames."

if anything happens to them i will cry - rereading chapter 9 of lady of the lake last week did actually make me tear up with anger when bonhart steps over angouleme's dead body and says "dead. good, your young blade has also fallen," in this moment even though i've known the story for a few years now, i still felt anger and some kind of primal desire for revenge 😅 well, what can i say, i'm attached...

character bingo

send an ask

#ask #thesebattlescarsarebeautiful #ask meme #c: cahir #cahir aep ceallach

[scienceoftheidiot]

Last post I reblogged sent me to memory lane

Those old horse books !!! Really funny to realize baby me's favourite fictional horse used to be Flame, a full chestnut horse and guess what

To say I kept saying my fave coat was dun 😅. And that I hated bay and chestnut colours.... And here I am with a chestnut (and a bay! It's Benj's though lol) and loving it (described as fire coloured in the book and really chestnut under the sun can glow. I tend to say it's copper but yeah. Fire works).

Anyway any excuse is a good excuse to share a pic of Indigo hey

#horse #i didn't chose him gor his colour though #in fact i didn't chose him at all #i went to a racehorse rehab association and said ok i need two easy going horses for me and my husband who has never really ridden #and i was given those two. and they are perfect. perfect babies. #they grew up so well look at him

[ferniliciousness]

Writing Pattern Tag Games

Tagged by the wonderful @nowandthane thank you so much ☺️

Rules: list the first line(s) of your last 10 posted fics and see if there's a pattern! Y'all making me go back to Wattpad for this lol.

If anyone wants to join a long feel free. Most of my peeps have been tagged already sooooo 😅

Queen of Chaos. "I will give you one last chance. Tell me where she is, and I won't end your sorry little life here." Blood was already trickling down her fingers, her nails embedded into the man's skin, hooked underneath his jawbone, threatening to crush his arteries.

Because of You "Get out of my shop you Blue Sun of a bitch. I don't pay protection to anyone let alone the likes of your dumbass."

Copious Copiar It was the big day, no matter how much I tried to calm myself down I was still nervous. I couldn't mess up today, too much depended on this.

Korrupt Kitties The quiet footfalls of my paws, the branches of the trees blowing against the walls, and the sweet hum of music flowing out the windows filled my ears as I walked along the snow. Sneaking along the walls, I risk a glance into the window, my pupils constricting as I adjust to the light.

Child of Bitterness Bark popped and sparks danced in the roaring fireplace. A woman sat quietly, embroidery in her hand as her husband stood before the flames beside her.

I ran out of things so here's some really bad poetry lol

Absolute Trash (yes that's actually the title lmao)

Mirrors

Happy on the outside doesn't always mean happy on the inside.

Alone on the outside doesn't always mean alone on the inside

Alone

Is it true?

Did he leave you?

Wait

The blade rests upon my skin

I feel the coldness of its breath

Grazing

Three horses grazing in a meadow,

I sit and watch in awe as they go along there way

Cold

Cold and empty

My emotions are a void

There is no rhyme or reason to any of this lmao. Though apparently I do like to start out violent and heavy in the action.

#dont yall dare judge the wattpad ones #i wrote those years ago #some of this was from when i was in highschool #and super mega deppresso #honestly im pretty sure that's obvious #writing #tag game

[pinkandpurple360]

Octavia and Fizz teamup would be super fun! They definitely have the Lydia/Beetlejuice parallels, so I can even see Vivziepop being interested in it since she is usually not interested in female characters unless they’re tied to a man 😩

Fizz’s “real” personality doesn’t seem particularly Beetlejuice-ish anymore, so I guess it’d be more like a stage act he’d have to drop (especially with her childhood fear of the Robo Fizzes). But I like the idea of him being more wacky and less uwu, (not with no soft moments, just not like the literal infantilization I feel happened). but that’s personal preference. Viv would tell me I’m wrong and not a real fan for that but what is she gonna do about it?

I like the idea of Octavia getting her ass away from the toxicity of Stolas, Stella, and Andre. I’d say “oh it’d be fun for her to crash with her new Uncles Fizz and Ozzie” but she’s also still a minor so that’s probably not a great environment to bring her into 😅 But at least Ozzie and Fizz don’t abuse and emotionally manipulate their children, and I think they’d be sympathetic.

Girlie needs an actual support system other than her fair-weather father. Like, does she have friends? Other Goetia she talks to? Mentors? And if she doesn’t, why is that? She doesn’t seem to be “unlikable,” just a shy emo kid, and people in hell love shy emo kids 😌

Fizz and Via story - Info Dump

“Sometimes heroes let you down”

Their opposing personalities, his high energy silliness and her low energy sarcastic snark, would be too funny to watch. Stolas and Via were so funny in episode 2 I miss that dynamic, it was kindve lost.

Fizz: Want some eggs and bakey Olivia?

Via: It’s Oct-whatever. Sure. Better than your brand of chalky cereal bits.

Fizz: okey dokey…let’s just turn this lil oven on..

Via: oven for bacon and eggs?

- cutaway to kitchen in flames-

Fizz, laying on the floor, emotional agony, after via put the fire out: I’m a terrible mother…

So, this new situation is kinda like a more funny blitzø and Loona dynamic, but in reverse, Via wants Fizz to adopt her as his daughter, to avoid the custody battle and strange propositions from her uncle. And because she idolises him after 2 minutes notice and his rejection of Mammon (in her eyes, rejection of fathers) inspired her, but Fizz really really doesn’t want to be a “stepdad” to a fan because of….certain reasons. So he takes the role of legal guardian…temporarily. Opposite conflict to how Blitzø enthusiastically wants to be a hero to Loona, but she doesn’t want that. Fizz also doesn’t want to be a hero, but he can’t say no to kids and people who feel inspired by him.

Honestly not Asmodeus…so much, he’s just so tied to Fizz all the time. And then him and Fizz just become one one character and they have to manage each others feelings. And it makes things crowded for the dual role story I’d want to tell.

I feel like I want some solo fizz character growth, because he’s so good as a solo, as a lead, so maybe he’d meet her during his vacation, which he sees as a sort of bachelor party in the pride ring, while she’s run away from home and from a horrible abuse and “accident” she won’t speak about, with a horrible scar over her left eye. And has stowed away somewhere secretly. Fizz, remembering her face from Ozzies, took her in and didn’t ask too many questions. He blames himself partially. She attached herself to him because he reminds her of the last time she, her mother, and her father were all happy. She really did met the “organic” Fizz once, in one of his rare appearances to the theme park, and he really was so much fun for her that she did laugh tears of joy, until he was replaced by that creepy robot and this other, scruffier grumpier clown who could barely do a balloon horse properly, bothered her.

You could also have via talk to him about how fizz robots are basically metal people, because it’s something he’s refused to let himself think about. It creates more doubt on his relationship to their creator, Asmodeus. And most importantly, conflict. There’s also her relationship to Blitzø, she says he ruined her life. And this scares him so much he’d do anything to keep her safe, and his paranoia about whether his former (insert here) is truly a villain or just an accident prone idiot. Comes into question.

Tying in to the Beetlejuice parallel, but wholesome and not creepy. He’s trying to help her with her process losing her mom and cutting her dad out, reminding her that this is all her choice and she doesn’t have an obligation to him. He’s sort of like a guardian “angel” (heh) to her, and helping her learn about the world and about family is what helps him earn his wings (Fizz with wings is too cool not to include) Fizz has been contemplating Ozzies marriage proposal very deeply, saying yes so not to worry him, but still being conflicted. Because the two of them will essentially be eternally together, but alone. And the very concept of mortality and immortality has confused him greatly. Not to mention the existential crisis.

So while she is safe with him, he is still interested in finding a way he can become immortal, assuming she stole the grimoire and still has it. Neither of them truly trust each other and have their reservations but benefit somehow.

#helluva boss #fanfic #fizzarolli #Octavia

[stalactice]

Thanks again for the tag!

I didn’t know you were into Dramione, but I feel like I shouldn’t be surprised because there’s so much overlap 😅

I’d love to hear a bit about Heterochromia and your Dramione post-war fic

I shipped Dramione when I was twelve and didn't know what shipping was, and somehow I'm still not over them.

"Heterochromia" has Sugushoko as the main pairing. The premise is that Shoko switches between two different "realities" when she falls asleep and wakes up—one where Geto defects, the other where he doesn't. Lots of angst. Not sure about the ending yet.

Two men with the same name, face, body held together by broad muscles and sinewy tendons, mole under the left breast between the TH6 and 7 ribs, and gossamer sheet of hair. Only the colors of their eyes distinguished them physically. At least one of them was false, incongruous with the actual world in which she lived, roamed, survived. Yet, Shouko could not find it in herself to relinquish one; did not even wish to consider which reality would be preferable. For what would she do if neither of them were true?

The Dramione fic is a rabbit hole I went down because a friend and I were ranting about how shallow the actual magic system in HP is. Around the same time, I was also interested in Mongolia (pretty sure Geography Now sparked that), and wanted to see if I could expand on the HP universe where people didn't just wave wands around and speak Latin- and English- based spells. Bonus points if Dramione are stuck together (as a treat) and everything they know about magic doesn't "fix" their circumstances.

The men, garbed in deep blues and reds and golds, lead their horses to form a circle around Hermione and Malfoy. One rider had a helmet of crimson and some creature that could have been an eagle or even a phoenix, but with a tail of porcupine quills. He made a low noise in his throat. In the blink of an eye, the remaining riders had bows pulled taut and aimed squarely at Hermione and Malfoy’s heads. “Malfoy…” Hermione murmured. Malfoy squeezed her wrist, a silent acknowledgement. The word barely had a chance to escape her mouth before arrows of alternating forms of flame and lightning ignited and sparked where the soldiers’ hands met their bowstrings. “I don’t think we’re in England anymore.”

Thank you so much!

[azsazz]

Why am I obsessed with the thought of Az having his own ranch rn 😅 like...

🐎🐎🐎

“How can you tell them apart?” you ask, climbing onto the lowest rung of the wooden fence, hooking your arms over the top so you can admire his horses.

There were more than a few, but all gorgeous and well taken care of. The animals were well fed, some of their manes braided or roached or flowing wildly as they ran across the open expanse of land. Their coats shined with care and there were even a few foals stumbling around the group, whinnying softly and sniffing at each other.

He doesn’t answer for a long moment and when you turn to him you catch him looking down at his damaged hands, examining the scars he knows all too well. The burden he must carry with him all of his life, haunting him.

Azriel wouldn’t ever do to his herd what had been done to him. He wouldn’t burn his symbol into their skin because he knew how it felt to feel the flame licking upon his own. He refused to poke a hot iron to their coats for the sake of claiming them as his pack.

#AZ #Azriel #azsazz #acotar

[wheres-all-the-tea-gone]

I was up late last night and idk maybe I’m crazy,

BUT I was listening to annapantsu’s recent cover of Once Upon A December and just-

Picture this:

The clock ticking, and it starts off with the clock in the square where young Noah is. Then a shot of Nimue/Isard/Taion’s pocket watch. Then a flame clock.

Then,

Dancing bears (Ursula playing music with Beary), painted wings (any shot of a high entia character from XB1/Future Connected.

Things I almost remember (older Noah frowning)

And a song someone sings, Once upon a December (young Noah looking toward the stone arch/alley in the after credits, listening to Mio’s flute)

Someone holds me safe and warm (a shot of Noah and Mio holding hands)

Horses prance through a silver storm, Figures dancing gracefully (unfortunately not sure here. 😅)

Across my memory (excitement picks up. Shots in a whirlwind of good and bad. Good times with his friends, heroes, fights against mobius and Z. Stuff about N.)

…

…

Someone holds me safe and warm (Noah and Mio kissing.)

Horses prance through a silver storm, Figures dancing gracefully, Across my memory (more of the good and bad of his life/lives. Friends, enemies, heroes)

Far away, long ago (maybe a few brief shots of XB1 gang and then XB2 gang 🤔)

Glowing dim as an ember (Noah and Mio running toward each other as the worlds split again)

Things my heart used to know (Noah and Mio playing music together, both as Off Seers and that bit they do together, happily playing the flutes when at a campsite.)

Things it yearns to remember (friends. Lingering on Mio)

And a song someone sings (young Noah looking toward the alley again. Maybe also Mio playing by herself, I think there’s at least once she does this in a cutscene.)

Once upon a December (young Noah going towards the stone arch/alley)

#idk I just got excited and needed to get it out #oh if I had the video editing skills and energy I’d be unstoppable #XB1 and XB2 crew make appareances because I’m hoping for an epilogue DLC game with the possibility of Mio related to Nia and Noah knowing #crys who might be Shulks kid #xenoblade #xenoblade 3 #xenoblade chronicles 3 #xenoblade 3 spoilers #noah #Mio #amv idea #sorry for long post not sure how to shorten or read more on mobile

[jackwolfes]

i really like it when jesper calls wylan darling, in your fics 🥺

🥺🥺 ahhh i'm glad! in part because i (over)use it 😅 i actually just wrote it into a scene for cowboy au 👀

“Well if you can’t ride a horse,” he says, with his stupidly perfect mouth curving around a grin. He winks, like the smug bastard he is. “You’ll teach me?” Wylan replies, dryly. “No, darling,” he laughs. “If you can’t ride a horse, ride a cowboy.” Wylan feels his cheeks start to flame, uncomfortably aware of how red he’s going to be in a few short seconds. Jesper’s grin widens like he can tell, like he truly just wants to see him flustered. It’s working, infuriatingly so. He huffs, turning without offering a reply and stalking back to the bar.

#asks #as much as i love 'darling (affectionate)' i am a sucker for 'darling (derogatory)' #🤠 anon

[birinboom]

🌸

I just realized that I'm already running out of WIPs that are coherent enough to be shared 😅

This is from 'Frozen Flame' a fake dating fantasy!AU with Todoroki Shouto and Fem!Reader

「Turning a bend in the path you noticed a soft, flickering glow in the distance. Sparks leapt and danced in the chilly breeze as they rose towards the twinkling stars above. A fire. Someone had built a fire.

Your weariness was all but wiped away in exchange for excitement. Stumbling towards it as quickly as you could, the scent of roasting meat made you lightheaded with hunger. You only slowed down when you could see a person in the clearing ahead. 

Silently, you crept around the perimeter of the camp, intently watching the figure by the flames. Judging from the width of the shoulders, it was a man. He sat on one of the logs surrounding the fire, the hood of his cloak pulled up against the cold of night. There was something serene, almost soothing about the scene before you, a gray horse grazing peacefully close by - right up until the silence was broken by a loud crack.

You froze as you felt the dry branch snap underneath your foot, the sound echoing through the darkness. Both horse and man’s heads whipped up, the horse letting out a startled snort. The man reached out with one hand to grab the bow leaning against his leg and pulled an arrow from a nearby quiver, his other hand pushing back his hood. Slowly getting to his feet he nocked the bow and aimed at the ground in your direction, string drawn just enough for him to be able to release an arrow at a moment’s notice.

“Who’s there?” he called, voice tense, eyes scanning the dark forest.

“Please, don’t shoot!” you called back, raising your hands into the air even though you knew he couldn’t see you. “I’m just a weary traveler looking for a place to rest. I mean you no harm!”

“Step into the light!”

You did as he commanded, pulling your own hood down, taking in his features as you got closer. The man had the most curious hair you’d ever seen, half of it white, the other half red, split right down the middle. You couldn’t help but wonder if he had been the victim of a hex or some such. 

He was tall, carrying himself like someone who was sure of his place in the world. A nobleman, you thought, or at the very least the son of a wealthy merchant. You nearly curtsied out of habit but managed to stop yourself; you were no longer the niece of a baron, you could forget about your manners.

The man’s lips quirked as he lowered his bow. “Are you alone?”

“Yes, my lord.” You barely hid a grimace; the honorific had slipped out without your intention.

“Where is your guard?”

“I… do not have one.”

This caused him to furrow his brows. “You want me to believe a noblewoman would travel alone in the forest by nighttime?”

“What makes you think I am a noblewoman?”

“It is obvious.” His voice was flat as he gestured rather rudely to you. “Your posture, your speech, your face as smooth and soft as a child’s. Even dressed up as a commoner it would take a blind and deaf fool to not realize he is in front of nobility. So why are you out here by yourself, your grace?”」

#ask #todoroki shouto #tw: food

[nerd6log]

POV: you're in your twenties, re watching the Jonas Brothers concert experience

(I promise this isn't to hate on the Jo Bros but I'm just so surprised at how differently I see it all now that I felt the need to share my thoughts)

Musically, it's actually fairly week live

I'm living for the fake Jo Bros skit "hi I'm fake Nick" "this is our fake dad"

Okay Joe always looks good in a vest

The audience with all the glow sticks and screaming is very kpop audience vibes

I loved Demi Lavato in this era and I love Demi Lavato now just as much, nothing changed here

Now I remember when I cut my own fringe in my first year of secondary/high school just because of her

And now I also remember about that one dream I had about Nick Jonas and apparently screamed his name out loud in my sleep lmao

Ahhh Camp Rock was so good why did they ruin it with the second one

Okay respect for that one song Nick did about his diabetes

And now I'm waving alongside an audience from years ago to this song

I want to touch his hair still

Yes he was my fave

He has very nice freckles and eyes 😍

Hello Beautiful is still the soppiest fucking song in the world lmao it was my least favourite song even when I was a mega huge fan 😅

My mango vape tastes like those old ski yoghurts

Mmm beer

American cities / big cities are mental man how do you all cope with so many LED billboards at night

"Joe I'm Australian" what will he do with that info kiddo

It's weird because I watched this when I was younger than them but now I'm watching this that was filmed in 2009 I'm older now than they would have been then

So like Kevin would have been 22 I think?

Lol get me a time machine so now me can see then them

I used to know their songs stupidly well and now I'm struggling to recognise the beginning of a song

Oh dude their songs are all soppy af no wonder pre teen me was in love with them 🤣

I'm now embarrassing myself about how much of a wet wipe 13 year old me was

"I don't want to cause a scene but I'm dying without your love"

Okay drama brothers

Sorry I'm definitely being a (... let's not swear)

I would actually love to get to a stage in my band where we have all these awesome lights and effects

Wowww they were so young 🥺

And yet I used to think they were wayyy older than me

Like Nick is actually 4-5 years older than me

Taylor Swift appearance yaasssss

How much have I written no one is reading

I need to go listen to some country music after this now

Nick in a horse and carriage, hello good sir

Joe as a cop/warden/whichever, stop me any day

Kevin at the hot dog stand, if I was on tumblr back then I would definitely make a fluffy fic about this

OOH THIS IS AN S.O.S

"Next time I see you I'm giving you a high five" COLDDD

I mean whoever they're singing about deserves it but I love it idk why

LIVE TO PARTY

did anyone else have that jonas nintendo ds game I loved it and kind of miss it even though if I had it now to play years later I'd be disappointed 😅

"MOVE THAT TRUCK" says the fans to the Fed Ex fan

Same bro whenever I get a delivery in my job

That van can indeed fuck off just let me daydream

"Who turned the temperature hotter cos I'm burning up for you baby" fuck boy jonas imagines

AWWW HELL YA BIG ROB

What a duuuuuuuude

The drummer has the same name as a distant / estranged family member of mine, weird

Seriously I want my band logo burning in flames above my head

Oh it's over?

If you got to the end I hope you enjoyed the most pointless post ever 😅

#okay yes i had a few to drink #i jsut wanted to share idk why lmao #might delete tomorrow rip #drunk thoughts #drunk thots #jonas brothers #throwback #2000s #2000s music #late 2000s #pop music #disney #2000s nostalgia

[acewithapencil]

“I am the queen… the… the…”

“…mother,” whispered Missandei.

“Mother to dragons.” Dany shivered.

“No. Mother to us all.” Missandei hugged her tighter.

Thanks @etherealdany for the request! This is one of my favorite moments ❤️

#fan art #my art #asoiaf #a song of ice and fire #daenerys targaryen #missandei of naath #missandei #rhaegal #drogon #viserion #hazzea #I’m gonna level with you guys #it’s real flamey because I did NOT want to draw Silver’s legs #love drawing dany stuff but she heavily features some of my greatest artistic weaknesses #flames and horses 😅