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slayfics · 1 year

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Behind the Mask

Inosuke x Reader

After meeting the injured demon slayer you struggle to help him recover and learn more about his past.

Chapter 2

The next few days were a struggle. Inosuke didn't like being told what to do, and the other helpers wanted nothing to do with his temper and boastfulness. It took all your cunningness to figure out ways to get him to take his medicine and rest. He was so eager to show off his strength to the other demon slayers that he couldn't even see the repercussion of his actions. If he kept reinjuring himself, he would never be back out in the field doing missions. One day you got caught up in helping some other injured demon slayers, so it took you longer than usual to check in and make sure Inosuke had taken his medicine and wasn't out and about refusing to rest. You found him sitting outside watching some other demon slayers train.

"Good afternoon, Inosuke. Did you remember to take your medicine today?"

"Of course, I did!" He responded.

You were taken aback, every other day it was a battle to get him to follow orders.

"You said yesterday that if I want to be the best demon slayer I have to, right? I had to know when to rest in order to fight again. Well I did, and I'm sitting here doing nothing just like you told me. How long is this going to take anyway?" He continued annoyed.

You were shocked that somehow the messages you've repeated over and over again finally sunk into that boar head.

"If you rest as ordered I would say a few more weeks."

"A FEW MORE WEEKS?? UGHH"

"I can check on your injuries today if you'd like maybe they are better since you've been resting."

"Sure."

"Oh, and here is what headquarters has on the menu toady for food." You handed him a menu with a few options for dinner.”

"Uh.. I can’t read or write can you just tell me."

"Oh.. yeah of course."

You started to feel some sympathy for him, and a little curious about his up brining. After going over the food options with him he proclaimed,

"ONE OF EVERYTHING!"

You smiled at his enthusiasm. He does like to eat you thought. At least that will help him heal too.

'I didn't realize you couldn't write. If you need help writing letters to anyone, feel free to ask."

"HU? What's that?" He asked.

“Letters?”

“Yeah, what are those?”

His question made you even more curious about his background. Where had this boy grown up if he’d never heard of letters before?

“Letters are papers with handwriting on them. Some demon slayers use them to send messages to loved ones or friends during missions to ensure them they are ok.” You explained.

“Oh. No thanks I don’t have any of those.”

You weren’t sure how to respond to that. Did this demon slayer not have a family?

"Why are you looking at me like that?” He asked, defensive.

“My apologized Inosuke I'm not sure how to respond. You don’t have any family or friends you’d want to send a message to?” You asked again hoping for more clarification.

"I grew up in the mountains all by myself. I don’t have a family, brothers, sisters, any of that.” He said without any hints of emotion and turned back to watch the other demon slayers training in the quart yard.

"Pardon me, but may I ask you something?"

"Sure! I don't blame you for wanting to know more about Lord Inosuke.”

“What do you mean by grew up in the mountains, how did you get there?” You asked. The demon slayer looked down and appeared to be lost in thought for a few moments before answering.

“I don't really remember it's just all I've known. I lived and grew up there testing my strength."

Your heart started to break for the demon slayer. What kind of childhood could that have been? Growing up in the mountains all alone. That must have meant his parents abandoned him... you wondered if Inosuke knew this. It must have been terribly lonely. This also explained his dreadful manners and lack of education. You gathered your thoughts and thought of a response that wouldn’t give away your true feelings. Inosuke didn’t seem like the type of person that would take well to sympathy, but you knew he loved praise and feeling tough.

"Well, that is very impressive indeed Inosuke. I can see growing up there has made you very strong. I hope headquarters can be just as accommodating to you as your home in the mountains.” You smiled at him.

He didn’t respond but appeared to be content with your response. It was hard to tell with that mask always on.

“Would you like me to wash your mask and clothes for you?" You asked, hoping to see what the demon slayer’s reactions were.

"Uh sure." He said and took off his mask to hand to you.

"Oh!” You exclaimed without being able to keep a straight face. That was not what you expected him to look like at all under that mask.

"WHAT!" His face turned from soft to angry in an instant.

"My apologies it's just that.. you are very attractive." You blushed and walked off too afraid to look up and see his reactions now.

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pretty-blkgirl · 8 months

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New Beginnings

//gn!reader x Felix//

Synopsis: Felix deserves everything good coming his way.

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: it’s a tiny bit sad, but in a “omg I love Felix so much and he deserves the world” kinda way.

A/N: The way I almost cried writing this 😗. Likeeeee, I love Lixie so much

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“And then my hyung made him apologize to the store owner” Felix finished, taking another bite of his sandwich. He was telling you yet another story about his little family that consisted of his seven best friends.

Felix was such a friendly person, always smiling and wanting to share his life stories with everyone he met. Unfortunately, the world wasn’t so nice, and you had to protect him from mean and creepy assholes on a day-to-day basis.

You wished you could take Felix away from there; the little, run-down coffee shop that sat on the rougher parts of town. But he was like you, in desperate need of money to afford to live.

He worked extra hard because he wanted to move somewhere nice with his family. He always talked about a pretty house with a big backyard.

“Minho hyung likes flowers,” He said to you once, as you walked him home to make sure he was safe, “so one day soon, we’re gonna get a nice house with a cool backyard. He’s gonna be able to plant a bunch of flowers”

You always had the urge to cry when he talked to you. He was so sweet, so genuine. The way he spoke made you forget about all the bad in the world. His bright smile made even the gloomiest days seem sunny and warm.

You wanted him to have everything good in the world, he deserved it.

“Y/n?” He suddenly asked, making you take your focus off your ham and cheese sandwich. You looked at him and giggled at the goofy grin that decorated his face.

“Yeah, Lixie?”

“You’re gonna be with me forever, right? Even when I get my nice house?”

You smiled softly, nodding, “Yep. I’m gonna be there all the time to see you.”

“That’s good,” He says, taking another bite of his food, “Or, you could even move in with us! The guys love you!”

You laughed again. Felix introduced you to his family thousands of times. You got along well with them, and they always expressed their appreciation for you since you take such good care of Felix.

Minho makes it his mission to pack you a lunch when he packs one for Felix. Chan makes sure to give you a ride home on the rare occasion he’s able to pick up Felix, and Hyunjin always sends Felix with whatever book he just finished since he knows you love reading.

Honestly, you love the guys too. You could say they were like a family to you as well.

“Move in?” You question, “I know they like me but, are you sure they would be okay with that?”

“Yep! You’re like family, plus that’s more money going towards bills”

You burst out laughing at Felix’s honesty. He has a good point.

“Well, I’d love to. Just tell me when I can move in” You joke, but Felix starts to pull out his phone, hands shaking with excitement.

“I have some good news!”

He pulls up a website and shows you a picture you’ve seen a million times. It’s his dream house, the one he’s been fantasizing about for the last couple of years.

You look down to where the details of the house are and see a word in all caps and bold letters.

“Sold?” You ask, “It’s sold? Who bought it?”

He doesn’t answer, but his smile gets even bigger

It dawns on you, and you pull him into the tightest hug you two have ever shared.

“OH MY GOD! LIXIE IM SO HAPPY FOR YOU”

“Thanks,” He says in the hug, “It took a long, long while, but we saved up enough to buy it!”

You let him go and allowed him to talk about his plans for the new house. As he talked, you got closer and closer to crying.

You’ve known Felix since the two of you were young teenagers. The coffee shop allowed you both to start working despite your age, taking on full shifts during the summer, then weekends and holiday breaks when school started.

You saw him go through high school, growing out of his awkwardness and into the beautiful young adult that he is today. You saw all his ups and downs, you listened to every trial and tribulation, and you went to his graduation and screamed so loud when he and three of his brothers walked across the stage.

He and the guys went to your graduation too, and you got so startled when you heard 8 loud voices screaming and cheering for you.

You saw his disappointment when he realized he couldn’t afford to go to college, but you saw the hope in his eyes when he talked about all his other goals and aspirations.

And now, you see him in his early twenties, already gone through so much but still managing to be so happy.

His secret? He loved his family. They gave him the strength to keep going. They were his everything when he had nothing. They all sacrificed so much. He never knew love before he met them, and he was sure he would never love anyone as he did them…until he met you.

Everything he meant to you, you meant to him. He saw determination in you, he saw hope, he saw loyalty, and he saw love.

He’s loved you for years, he’s been in love with you.

He knew you were in love with him as well, you guys talked about it. You were all his firsts, so you held a special place in his heart.

You both agreed you couldn’t be together until you were the best versions of yourselves. Sure, all you needed was love but you wanted to be better for him.

And he felt the same way.

Lately, you guys have been talking about finally getting together, Felix wanted to give you the world.

But he couldn’t do that -not yet- so why not start by giving you better living conditions?

“There’s 4 bedrooms. You can have your own room if you like! Our old apartment only had two rooms so we’re comfortable with multiple people in one room.”

You’re confused, and Felix sees that and panics. Didn’t you just say you wanted to move in with them? Were you not being serious?

Are you uncomfortable now? Did he fuck everything up?

“My own room? Y-You were serious?” You question, making him nod quickly.

“Yeah! I talked about it with Channie and Minho Hyung. They think it’s a good idea. You’re family, y/n. You think we’d leave you?”

The tears started to fall now, and Felix gave you another hug.

“What if I’m low on money? What if I can’t help pay bills sometimes?”

“8 other incomes are coming in. I’m sure we’d be fine”

“What if the guys get sick of me? Won’t they be uncomfortable sometimes?”

“No? You know they adore you. They’re super comfortable around you”

“Alright, but what if I don’t want my own room? That’s not fair, I should share too”

He chuckles, “That’s alright y/nnie”

You sigh, resting your chin on his shoulder, “Okay, and…what if….I said yes?”

He pulls away from you and looks deep into your eyes, “Then you need to start packing….like today.”

You laugh and hug once more. This came at the perfect time, because (unbeknownst to Felix) you were about to be evicted. You have been having financial problems, but sharing bills with 8 other people shouldn’t hurt your pockets too bad.

Plus, getting the opportunity to live with people you love seems amazing.

You and Felix hear an alarm go off, signaling your lunch break is over.

He stands first, holding out his hand to help you up.

You take it, thinking about all the new beginnings you are about to experience.

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acknowledge-reigns · 6 months

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Apologies (Roman Reigns x OC)

Angst/Fluff.

Description: Roman wants to apologize to Jey for the way he treated him in the bloodline but struggles with expressing his feelings of remorse.

Kayfabe compliant, this is story about Roman not Joe.

You can find my other stories here.

And you can read more of Roman and Lilith specifically here.

Exhausted. He was emotionally exhausted. Lilith gave Roman an encouraging smile as she offered him the glass of Bourbon she'd just poured up for him. Roman's gaze barely leaves the the notebook in his lap. He could do many things. He could spear men twice his size, he could lock in a guillotine in a manner that's practically inescapable, he could break record after record - But to apologize? No. That's different.

"Let me hear it again." Lilith prompted supportively.

Roman sighs and begins to read from his notes, "Jey, I really could've handled things differently and I see how I treated you was unfair..." Roman trailed off, "I can't say this, Lil. I did everything I did for HIM. To elevate him. For our family. Our bloodline. Life isn't fair." Roman said.

"Ro, do you want to fix your relationship with your little cousin or not?' Lilith questioned.

"Of course I do, but I need him to see my side of things too." Roman said.

"Do you think you're struggling to verbalize your emotions because you're afraid of being perceived as weak?" Lilith asked.

Roman thought for a moment, unsure what to say. "I guess that's possible." he shifted uncomfortably. Putting his pride aside wasn't easy. Admitting he could have been a better Tribal Chief at times wasn't easy.

He went through years and years of harassment, of borderline abuse from the WWE Universe before he finally snapped and took what he and his family deserved. Last time he was this vulnerable, the people who were supposed to cheer him on kicked him while he was down.

Seth betrayed him. Hit him in the back with a chair and busted up the shield. He lost his brother that day. Not his friend. His brother. Dean left not long after. Another brother gone. Years pass, he grows fond of Sami Zayn and what does he do? the same thing Seth did. Not just that but in Roman's mind, he successfully turned his cousins against him.

Everybody leaves. No matter how hard he tries. No matter if he's the good guy or the bad guy. That's why he's chosen to simply be THE guy.

The only person he trusts with his heart is Lilith, and even so he's been known to lose sleep wondering if it's a matter of time before he decides she isn't good enough. If he loses the title will she leave? if he's knocked off of the top of the mountain will she still be there?

That's part of why he's so dedicated to extending an olive branch to Jey, even if he feels he's making an absolute fool of himself. He has to be a better man. For Lilith.

"What if you write him an apology letter instead?" Lilith asked.

With that, Roman spent the afternoon penning a letter to his cousin with Lilith by his side soothingly rubbing his broad shoulders for moral support, He sits down at their dining table, a pen in hand and a blank sheet of paper before him. The room is dimly lit, with the soft glow of a candle casting flickering shadows on the walls. Roman begins to pour his emotions onto the paper. He takes a deep breath, his gaze fixed on the flickering flame of the candle, and begins to write his apology.

"Dear Jey,

I hope this letter finds you well. I've been wrestling with my feelings and regrets, and I find myself needing to express them to you. First and foremost, I want to apologize for my actions and the pain they may have caused you. I may not fully understand your decision to team up with Cody Rhodes, but I realize now why you've decided to leave the bloodline.

I want you to know that my love for our family, our bloodline, has always been at the forefront of my decisions. Every step I took, every move I made, was with the intention of protecting and upholding our legacy. But in doing so, I failed to see the impact it had on you, my cousin, my brother.

I am hurt, Jey. Hurt that you chose to align yourself with Cody Rhodes, someone who I perceive as a threat to our bloodline. It felt like a betrayal. I am hurt that you attempted to take my position as tribal chief. I'm hurt that at every turn whether is be with Sami or with Jimmy or even with Cody you failed to choose my side. But looking back, I realize that family is more important than any rivalry or personal agenda.

I want to mend our relationship, to rebuild the bond we once had. We've faced countless challenges together, and I believe we can overcome this as well. Let's set aside our differences and find a way to heal the wounds that have come between us.

I am committed to making amends, to listening to your side of the story, and to understanding your perspective. I value you, Jey, and I want nothing more than to have you back by my side, fighting alongside me in the ring and in life as my right hand man.

Please know that I am here, ready to talk and listen whenever you are. Let's find a way to move forward together, for the sake of our bloodline.

With love and remorse

- Your Tribal Chief, the head of the table, your cousin.

Roman Reigns"

Roman finishes writing and reads the letter aloud, feeling the weight of his words as he fights back tears. He refused to cry. Lilith reaches out and places a comforting hand on his, offering support and reassurance. She believes that this heartfelt letter will serve as a catalyst for their reconciliation, hoping that Jey will see the sincerity in Roman's words. She knew this was far from easy for him.

Roman takes a deep breath, feeling a mix of vulnerability and determination. He knows that this letter is his best chance to convey his true emotions to Jey, to show him how much he values their bond as family. With Lilith's guidance, he revises a few sentences, ensuring that his apology is genuine and heartfelt.

Once satisfied with the final version of the letter, Roman folds it neatly and tucks it into an envelope. He seals it and places it on the kitchen counter, ready to be delivered to Jey.

"You did good, Ro. You should be proud of yourself." Lilith said.

Roman gives a small, appreciative smile. Her words bring a sense of comfort and validation to his anxious mind. He takes a moment to let her words sink in, feeling a glimmer of pride and gratitude for her unwavering support.

"Thank you, Lil," Roman replies, his voice warm with sincerity. "I couldn't have done it without you by my side."

Lilith reaches over and gently squeezes Roman's hand, her eyes reflecting a mixture of pride and affection. "You've shown true growth, Roman. It takes strength to acknowledge our mistakes and make amends. I believe in you, and I know that your heartfelt gesture will make a difference."

"The bloodline means everything to me, family means everything to me. I want nothing more than to have Jey back by my side, fighting together."

Lilith's gaze softens as she listens to Roman's heartfelt words. She understands the depth of his desire to mend his relationship with Jey, to restore the unity and strength of their family. She reaches out to gently brush her fingers against his cheek, offering him a reassuring smile.

"Your sincerity will shine through, and I believe that Jey will see it too. Trust in the bond you share, and give him the time he needs. Remember, apologies are just the beginning. It's through actions and consistent effort that true healing and forgiveness can be achieved."

Roman takes a deep breath and nods allowing Lilith's words to wash over him. Her presence and guidance have been instrumental in his journey towards growth and reconciliation. With newfound determination, he sets his sights on the future, ready to do whatever it takes to rebuild the bond with his cousin and bring their family back together. Roman gives a small smile and leans in for a kiss.

Lilith kisses him back with love and passion, "You've got this, Ro." She said.

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illarian-rambling · 1 month

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Character Introduction: Detective Ivander Montane, champion of greed

“So.” Unconsciously, Ivander began to fidget with his tie pin. If he had known, he would have stopped immediately. Fidgeting was an unbecoming habit. “You have a story for me?”

Ceyrel’s face immediately folded into a guilty uncertainty. “Well….” The woman hesitated, curling a strand of brassy hair around one blood-red claw. “I got a letter from my sister in the Republic yesterday night….”

“Wait, Lavir, Tagwyn, Brigid, or Arta?” Ivander asked. “You have a lot of sisters.”

“Lavir, obviously.” Ceyrel rolled her eyes. “The Reppies would never give a passport to a dwarf.”

“Of course, my mistake. Please continue.”

The trials and tribulations of Ceyrel’s massive hobgoblin-dwarven family were standard fare for their gossip sessions, so Ivander wanted to get an idea of who he was dealing with, and by extension the veracity of the news. Lavir—Ceyrel’s full sister—was a trustworthy sort, if prone to attachment issues and not repaying her debts on time. Ivander figured he could believe the contents of any letter she sent.

“So anyways, I get this letter from someplace along the Sulu’Okan-Skolandi border. Bekridge, I think it was called? Some decent-sized town Lavir decided to stay the night in before heading up to Landanium. But that’s not important.”

“Then what is?” Ivander winced impatiently. His knuckles were beginning to feel like someone had poured molten lead in between them. Too much writing in one day.

He saw Ceyrel spot his flinch and noted the resigned concern that flared in her eyes. She knew of his curse, though he’d never given her the whole story. However, the woman was a damn skilled detective. Between his abilities and the esteemed Montane name he still carried, she probably had a few theories. Wrong ones, of course, but a wrong theory could still be good.

“Yeah, so she’s telling me all about how shit the roads are down there and how it's just kind of a free-for-all along the border. No conners, no government anything, except the taxman. They even have this awful debtor system that’s basically just feudalism with extra steps. She said she hired a bodyguard to take her through some of the marshy stretches, because apparently if the human bandits don’t get you, the selkie raiders will.”

“This is all important because, Ivander, you have to understand how barbaric it is down there. I know I tease you about growing up with your own bank, but these Reppies make my family look just as hoity-toity as yours. They still have penal slavery, and lords, and require non-humans citizens to wear government medallions. So, when I tell you that my sister wrote to tell me about a murder of all things, you’ve got to understand how bad it was.”

“A murder. In the Republic.” Ivander shrugged. “I’m not sure what this has to do with me.”

“Still getting there. Apparently, the night Lavir was staying in Bekridge, there was a murder in one of their arcane distilleries. The town is big into alchemical manufacturing, being so close to the N’Diki swamp and all. Just after she heard the news, Lavir went to poke around because she’s even nosier than me and managed to sneak a peek at the scene of the crime.”

Now, Ceyrel’s golden eyes went deadly serious—from Ivander’s chatty friend to the hardboiled investigator every smart thug south of Council Round knew to watch out for.

“The victim was found missing a perfect circle out of the back half of his skull. Painted on the body were runes. Lavir’s pretty into all that magic stuff, but she said she didn’t know a single one….”

Ivander’s body went icy. It froze at the first mention of the broken skull and kept freezing until he felt as if he would shatter apart into a hundred hurting pieces. Memories whirled through his mind; a university corridor splashed with gore, a brothel full of sobbing prostitutes, a warehouse, a fabric store, and a kitchen still echoing with a child’s screams. Long sleepless nights and eternal agonizing days.

And worst of all, hope.

Ivander is a selfish man. Know this before anything else. Remember this above all else. Despite his gossiping tongue and steady hands, greed is at the core of his corroded heart, be that for good or ill.

Ivander was born to the wealthy and influential Montane family, in the grand trade city of Unity. Such wealth and influence came from one place; the banks. Long ago, the first Montane progenitor made a deal with Timaz, the Illarian god of greed. In exchange for the power to write unbreakable contracts and call on the occasional miracle, this ancestral Montane promised Timaz the obedience of their family, along with their souls and the souls of those they make contracts with. Using this power, the Montane family has come to control every bank in Unity, from the vaults of the Merchant Council to the payday shacks in the east side slums. They trade their undying loyalty for unlimited wealth.

Ivander was born to the family's patriarch, Antonin Montane, and his foreign, Cloud Folk bride, Idrin Pashan-Baijahreet. When Ivander was eight, his mother disappeared, never to be spoken of again. From a young age, Ivander was trained by his Uncle Marius (Antonin had more important business than raising a son) in the ways of the Montanes. He learned economics and theology hand in hand. Like all young Montanes, he was not allowed to leave the family compound until he signed his divine contract.

This signing happened when he was sixteen. Ivander was escorted to his father's office, whereupon his relatives held him while the contract was carved into his chest by way of ritual scarification. He carved his own name beneath it all in the end, and became a Chosen of Timaz. After that, he was permitted to join the family business.

For four years, Ivander worked in a bank under his uncle. Even from the beginning, signing people onto inescapable contracts made him uneasy. But as the things he convinced people to do became worse and worse, Ivander began to doubt his family. It was after he convinced a man to sell his children as indentured servants that he finally ran away. He thought he could repent and put some good into the world to make up for the bad. The thing he forgot about though, was that on a scale of vengeful gods, the god of greed is pretty high up there.

The Montane contract protects from direct divine wrath. However, it does not protect from a god sending the offending Montane a slow-acting, deadly curse. Ivander's curse isn't complicated; he's turning slowly into mist. Slowly and painfully, ever bit that's evaporated leaving behind another inch of flayed flesh or pitted bone to torment him. Every waking moment is pain for Ivander. The curse was not so bad when he first left his family, so he decided that his path to doing good would be to join Unity's Bureau of Arcane Investigation. The BAI roots out magical crime in the massive city, so Ivander thought it would be the perfect place for him. In a way, he was right.

The BAI is, was, and always will be corrupt. That corruption and the menial evil of everyday crime seeps into a person. Ivander never ended up doing much good there, though he did learn to line his pockets well with bribes. All he got in trade for leaving his family was a slow death sentence and a new way to exploit people.

This is where we find him, sort of. For you see, Ivander has found a murder case that just might be the thing that can protect him from his slow death. And he will do whatever it takes to save himself. This is where The Mystery of the Mortal God picks up.

As a person, Ivander is defined by his upbringing. He grasps for any advantage he might take, lies unrepentantly, and keeps any people who might strive for a close relationship at arms length, no matter how he might long for such a thing. The issue with intimacy isn't helped by the fact that his curse has left him disfigured. He wears an illusion to cover his true face, however, such a thing won't hold up under close examination. This practice might seem vain, but on the order of sins, vanity isn't really a concern for Ivander. A man just likes to look dapper sometimes, you know? Another big trait of Ivander’s is that he's a huge gossip. He loves knowing everyone's business and all sides of a story, which actually makes him a half decent detective if a case catches his interest.

Looks-wise, Ivander stands at about 5'8" and is much lighter than even his slender frame would suggest. He also looks younger than his 30 years. This is more through a quirk of his heritage than anything illusory though. It's from his mother's side that Ivander got his blue blood, double pointed ears, and too-blue eyes. On his father's side, he's elven, human, dwarven, and siren. In Unity, this would make him many-lined (of too many peoples to identify with any one). His illusory face is a handsome one, with swept back black hair and a thin mustache and goatee. His true face is a corroded ruin, missing much of its eyelids and lips. He wears bandages to keep blood from getting on his fine suits and walks with a cane. The illusion itself is held by an onyx tie pin inscribed with hidden runes.

Now fun facts!:

Ivander's condo is color-coded. Blue for the bedroom, green for the sitting room, yellow for the kitchen, purple for the bathroom.

He's a crack shot with a rune rifle.

He makes his money by investing bribes on the stock exchange using all of his insider Montane knowledge. He might’ve left his family, but that doesn't mean he's going to live in squalor.

Paperwork is his favorite detective duty.

His case partner is a hobgoblin woman named Ceyrel Gavorn. Ivander thinks of her as his dear friend, even if he'd never say so aloud. They're both incorrigible gossips.

He takes all thunderstorms as personal wrath from the gods against him in particular.

He lies for fun.

Out of the other MG pair, Ivander finds Mashal to be an incredibly kind and brave man. Ivander and Astra, on the other hand, hate each other's guts.

And that's a wrap on main POV character! I think maybe I'll do antagonists next, or places, or side characters. Whatever I decide though, I hope you find detective blueboy to be entertaining, and as always, lmk if you have any questions.

Have a bitchin day <3

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sea-owl · 1 year

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So I'm thinking ABO true mates polin and philoise, with childhood friends Phillip and Penelope, and some "I made up a fake suitor but turns out he's real and now we're planning a wedding. Oops" As always, I'm on mobile so I'm sorry for the long post.

So, the Featheringtons are a family of betas, they haven't had an alpha or an omega born into it for generations, until Penelope. Portia who has no idea how to even raise an omega daughter sends Penelope off to live with their cousins the Thompson in Gloucestershire who also have an omega daughter, Marina. Penelope grows up with Marina and the Crane boys, Phillip being her best friend. At some point she starts a pen pal relationship with Eloise.

By the time Penelope is sixteen there has been talks about arranging a marriage between her and Phillip. As much as Penelope loves the passive alpha both of them cringe at the thought of being mates. It doesn't help Marina and George also seemed keen on the idea.

"Oh Penelope why not? We could be sisters," Marina said. The two omegas were cuddling in Marina's nest. Marina's heat was due soon and it always helped if another unmated omega was there before and after the heat.

Because Phillip and I only see each other as pack mates, Penelope thought. Because I would rather write my novels and Phillip wants to study his plants. Because it would be the most awkward marriage ever.

Penelope couldn't say that though. Her cousins didn't even know she was the novel writer Lady Whistledown, it wasn't something a proper omega did.

But her romantic cousin did believe in true mates.

Penelope leaned in closer to whisper to Marina. "I believe I have found my true mate."

"Penelope," Marina gasped. "Who is it? Have I met him?"

Penelope shook her head. "Do you remember my pen pal Elosie?"

"Ms. Bridgerton?" Marina asked.

Penelope nodded. "Yes, one of her brothers caught my scent from a letter I sent her. He sent me a letter with Eloise's and oh Marina. I just know he is my mate."

"Which brother?"

Penelope ran through a list of names in her head, trying to remember Elosie's actual brothers' names so she didn't choose one of them. How many did she say she had again? Three? Yes, that sounds about right, two older and one younger. The Bridgertons were so well known, even out here, for their being many in their pack and for all looking so alike that half the time most don't know which one is which from a distance. Surly no would notice if she added one more, and Eloise would help surely help her if she knew Penelope was doing to avoid marriage.

A name, she needed to pick a name.

"Colin. His name is Colin Bridgerton."

Later that night Penelope wrote two letters. One to Eloise, and one to the mate she made up.

Dear Eloise,

My cousins are once again trying to push me and Phillip to court, no matter how many times we tell them we see each other no more than as pack mates. I may have fibbed and told them I have recently started a long-distanced courtship with one of your brothers. Colin is the first name that came to mind. If you could please help me I greatly appreciate it.

with great thanks,

Penelope Featherington

The letter she wrote to the made-up brother was shorter, adding in a few details she remembers Eloise said about one of her actual brothers.

Dear Mr. Bridgerton,

Thank you kindly for your first letter. You will have to write to me while on your tour around the Mediterranean. I have heard you could find really good tomato plants there.

yours truly,

Penelope Featherington

On the back of her stationary, she added some musings she had once written on new love when Marina and George first started courting.

Two weeks later Penelope found herself having a picnic with Marina and the Cranes. Phillip and Penelope were sent to keep an eye on the engaged couple. She had also received two letters. One smelled of Eloise's warm scent of honeysuckle, the smell becoming more potent as she opened the envelope.

"I still can't believe you made up a fake mate," Phillip whispered.

"If I had not your father," Penelope spat the word, " and my guardians would certainly have us engaged to be married."

Penelope pulled out the letter. Eloise had written that she would certainly help Penelope, after all who else was she going to be spinsters with? No one in London that's for sure.

Penelope smiled. "Oh, this is wonderful Phillip, now you can continue your studies at Cambridge and . . .Phillip?"

Phillip sat next to Penelope in a daze, his body shaking, and his unfocused eyes staring at the letter in her hands. "Lonicera," he muttered, breathing in deeply.

"Phillip!" Penelope yelled.

Whatever scattered her friend's mind stopped it's control. Phillip blinked a few times before coming back to himself. "I'm sorry Penelope. I'm not sure what happened."

"You're not about to go into a rut are you?" Penelope asked.

Phillip shook his head. "No, I'm not due for a while."

Penelope stared at her friend for a few moments before turning back to her other letter. This one didn't contain Eloise's scent; she must have sprayed some sort of perfume on it. The perfume gave off a scent of an ocean breeze with hints of citrus. It was the most wonderful scent Penelope has ever smelled. She must remember to ask Eloise what perfumed she sprayed it with.

Over the next few years Penelope kept sending letters to her Mr. Bridgerton. She must really commend Eloise for her dedication to keep up the charade, even if she still hasn't told Penelope what perfume she sprays the letters with. If Penelope was not the one to make up Mr. Colin Bridgerton she would have sworn he was real. Eloise put so many details in of a young man traveling to different parts of the world that Penelope wonders where she learned them. She even pretended to send gifts from those travels. Penelope busted out laughing when the first one of tomato plant seeds came in with a note.

You were right Pen, there are good tomato plants here.

yours,

Colin

Penelope wished things went as smoothly with the rest of her life. When she was 17, George had went to battle and died, leaving behind an unmarried and unbitten pregnant mate. Phillip was dragged home by his father who had died two weeks after George. Now the lord of Romney Hall Phillip tried to honor his brother and look after Marina and her unborn child. They had married when Marina was three months along, but never mated. No one dared spoke about how Sir Crane and Lady Crane had no mating marks.

Marina was never the same. During the last months of her pregnancy, she had become snappy with Phillip, and almost always demanded that Penelope not leave her side. Phillip and Penelope had hoped that once Marina gave birth she would calm, but no such luck. After the twins were born Marina had become despondent. She never left her rooms and allowed very few to enter. For two years she lived like that before the sickness took hold of her and she allowed it to take her.

Phillip and Penelope were reading over condolence letters when she got the rare letter from her mother.

Penelope,

I am sorry to tell you this but your father has passed. Come next season when we go into half mourning, I will need you in London. It is time for you to be serious about your suitor.

Penelope stopped reading. Her father was dead. She supposes as her offical pack leader and sire she should mourn his loss. She's sure her sisters in London are.

Penelope read over the letter once more. Still she felt like she was reading about the death of an unnamed character in one of her novels.

Penelope puts down her mother's letter and picks up the one from her fake suitor.

My darling Pen,

I cannot begin to imagine the pain you are going through right now. It is never easy to lose one menber of your pack, much less two. I hear you are to come to London next season. I shall be waiting for you here. Mayhaps we shall finally see if we suit for marriage.

Eagerly waiting,

Colin

"My mother expects me to return to London next season. I am to join the marriage mart," Penelope said.

Phillip nodded. "I will accompany you. We will both be in half mourning and be able to begin courting others."

Penelope looked up, her confusion leaking into her scent. "You will come to London with me?"

Phillip smiled. Penelope could smell his smugness at shocking her in his pine scent. "I figured we would both like someone we would know there when taking on the marriage mart. I need to find the children a new mother."

"You should find yourself a mate," Penelope muttered under her breath.

Penelope was 20 when she stepped back into London for the first time since her mother decided she could not raise an omega. Her dress was lavender and her gloves black.

Phillip stepped out of the carriage beside her with his black gloves and coat.

They are greeted in the Featherington drawing room by Penelope's mother and three sisters, along with two unknown alphas and an unknown omega.

That familiar smell of ocean and citrus hits Penelope so hard she's thankful Phillip has given her his arm to escort her in. She's not sure she would be standing if he didn't.

"Penelope, Sir Crane" Portia said. "This is Viscount Anthony Bridgerton, Lady Violet Bridgerton, and Mr. Colin Bridgerton."

Phillip shot Penelope a look. I thought you made him up.

Penelope shot Phillip a look back. So did I.

#let the insanity begin #true mates au #polin #slight philoise #for the moment at least #abo verse #alpha beta omega #omegaverse #besties phillip and penelope #alpha phillip crane #omega penelope featherington #bridgerton #penelope featherington #phillip crane #long post

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Gone

I did not think my first eulogy would be for my best friend. I did not think we would not grow old together, geriatrics doing movie nights. I did not think I would not always be cooking and sharing meals with him, so candid and excited about each one. I did not think he would let go. I did not think he would not be there. Ever. Again.

CW/TW: suicide, grief, loss, depression, mental illness, abusive and manipulative family, funeral arrangements, C-PTSD/PTSD, OCD.

My best friend committed suicide on February the 7th of this year (2024), I learned about it on the 10th after myself and my other best friend filed a missing persons report for him on the 9th. He had been struggling only a few days prior with an episode that involved C-PTSD and a flashback - I cannot divulge more than this, only that it was so complicated and there is so much more to it. He did go to the hospital, on Sunday the 4th. He did spend the night. He went home Monday the 5th.

Myself, he, and my other best friend had a group call. We talked for awhile and he was genuinely hopeful for the future. He had plans, he was talking to people, he was reaching out.

Wednesday the 7th was the last time anyone heard from him - it was me and my other best friend, at 10am. We were told he likely died around 4:30pm/5pm. A matter of hours, lessened when you account for him writing the letter and travelling. We were informed it was a train. I will never look at trains the same ever again, I do not know when I will be able to truly look at them yet...

The space between the 7th and the 10th is because he was unidentified, and was only discovered and connections made because I insisted we check on him. I insisted we make calls on Friday, we go to his apartment, we involve local health, we involve the police. Had we not filed that missings, who knows how long it would have been.

Worse yet, his abusive and estranged mother is his legal next of kin. So she gets to make all the calls on his arrangements and care. He had technically cut off his sister 8 months ago, but she is our only ally and is the far far lesser of the two evils. Working with her has not been as bad as it could be - without her, my other best friend and I would have no power nor legal recourse anywhere.

Before his mother intervened, we had picked a lovely funeral home to have him cremated at, that even said they could arrange a viewing for us. Instead, he will be going to literally the cheapest crematorium in the city (that actually advertises as such) and does not do viewings. His mother has been withholding what belongings she has gotten and has threatened to withhold all of his ashes if his sister does not see her for them. His mother, and her partner, have also threatened to keep the ashes out of spite. Luckily, the crematorium has promised us half the ashes that we can pick up separately.

I am trying not to fret that She will intervene once more...

I have not been fully processing or feeling it all yet - I don't think I will be able to until we are done planning the official service (that anyone who knew him is welcome to) and the wake (the tight circle). So a big part of me feels like I am in wait mode still.

But I do feel it every now and then, the deep cavernous sadness. The utter despair. The loss. The denial. The anger. Grief. More grief.

I loved him so very much. We were two struggling souls caught in a ruthless and relentless storm, gripping each other's hands, terrified but knowing we could make it together. I had so many visions of my future, and he was always going to be there with us.

In the end, as he told me in his letter, it was the OCD. I am angry that he gave into the impulse to find only the worst stories of OCD, where he believes those to be the all. I am deeply hurt, wishing I had known it felt so bad for him. And I am mortally terrified, for I did not know OCD could take you down like that - and I have OCD.

And you know what this all needs? Therapy. Do you know what I cannot access? Therapy.

I am so lucky and thankful for the Tight Circle I still have, we are supporting each other so much right now and I am so glad for it. I know I have others. I know this awful, awful pain will pass eventually, with time.

Time...

#personal #vent #vent post #suicide #tw suicide #depression #despair #grief #mental illness #abusive family #manipulative family #funeral #funeral arrangements #cptsd #ptsd #ocd #freeform poetry #poem

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jaredthebc · 1 year

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Okay time for a little angst headcanon

I was looking through the Pokemon Wikia at Hilbert’s page and uh

[Alt text: Not much is known about his past before the events of Pokémon Black and White. When he was a younger child his father ran out on them to pursue his dream in becoming a Pokémon Master. While fighting Team Plasma, One of the grunts says "Hey kid you look like smaller version of my friend. Are you related to him?" and if you lose the battle, the grunt will say before you black out "You're even as weak as him!"]

OKAY SO LIKE, ID NEED TO LOOK AT ALL THE PLASMA QUOTES TO FIND CONTEXT BUT UH, THIS IS SOMETHING I NEVER KNEW WAS A THING

I feel this could imply several things

-Hilbert and Hilda’s dad either knew someone in Plasma, or perhaps even, he was a part of them

-Their dad was apparently defeated by at least this grunt in particular, either just before the grunt was part of Plasma as old rivals, training within Plasma, and/or a confrontation their dad had on a journey

If its the last one, considering how Ghetsis threatened to kill Hilbert/Hilda if they lost to him, and how he nearly stabbed Nate/Rosa...I think if he lost, he might have gotten killed for trying to interfere with Plasma’s plans, which, can you IMAGINE the emotional material that could come with that?

Of course, this is just a headcanon, but I already had a headcanon that Hilbert and Hilda’s dad died young, just not a specific detail of how he perished. If he was killed by Plasma, and he wasn’t found for years, decades even, can you imagine the absolute *fear* that went through their mom when Hilbert went missing? For all she could have known, he could have been presumed dead like his father. In my headcanon Hilbert writes letters for his mom every few months to let her know he’s alive and out there somewhere BUT STILL I CAN IMAGINE HER BEING SO WORRIED ;-;

Not to mention the angst that could come if it was ever revealed Plasma killed him. LIKE this cult already messed with everyone enough, Hilbert was put into a position where he had to grow up too fast, had to become a hero and face dangers most adults shouldn’t even need to do, not to mention all the people hurt, especially N, who Hilbert would see as a brother. Can you just, imagine Hilbert finding out his dad was killed by this low life cult? How they’ve been impacting his life longer than he even realized? Just the pain of knowing Plasma hurt his family so deeply? Its just so painful to think about and I picture he’d be crushed and worried at the idea Plasma might have always been there, even if it wasn’t intentional

OR THE OTHER IDEA THAT HIS DAD PRETENDED TO GO ON A JOURNEY, AND FAKED HIS DEATH TO JOIN PLASMA JUST OUGH THAT WOULD BE SO PAINFUL

There probably wouldn’t be much confrontation between Hilbert and N because of this (Hilbert is pretty aware of how N was used by Plasma for so long and fed propaganda, so don’t worry it wouldn’t be a “WHY DID YOU LIE TO ME?!” moment) but just, the shared pain, Hilbert’s grief with N’s sympathy, cause he understands the hurt of finding out the truth of a father just OUGH

As it stands right now, I don’t think I’m gonna consider this my headcanon, cause I will admit its a little bit of a stretch, and I prefer the idea of Plasma not having a ton of connection to the protag’s family pre-game, but still the idea gives me the feels. I already feel pain with my headcanon that instead of running off, Hilbert and Hilda’s dad passed when they were very young, but this just adds to it

But hey, that’s just a theory

a GAME THEOR-*explodes and dies*

#trainer hilbert #gen 5 #n harmonia #team plasma #pokemon theory #also in case you wonder why I say Hilbert and Hildas dad when I mention hilbert forfront #I have the headcanon the two of them are twins! and that Hilbert is the main protag while Hilda sticks to the battle subway #I honestly forget they arent canon siblings lol #coming across this hit like a bullet train lol #again right now I dont consider it my headcanon. But I can just sense the angst that could come with it #would probably be best as a subplot and not a huge thing. just a small episode of grief and moving on

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little-yandere-ish-blog · 1 year

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Assasin russia have a crush with y/n. One day he got a mission to wipe entire y/n family. Because he doesn't want to kill y/n, he kidnap her and story goes. If you not taking req ignore this. Thank you and have a good day ❤️

I totally take requests, don't be afraid to fill up the ask box! I'm more than happy to write for anyone:) You didn't specify any gender reader so uh you get gender neutral

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The City never seems to sleep, that's what Ivan always though as he slinked through alleyways to get to his targets. Ivan was an assassin for hire, basically a hitman. He never cared about titles after all you had no time to worry about what they're called when the bullet has your name written on it. Here he was, a man whose hands is covered in the blood of hundreds going to visit his little crush, god he found it embarrassing to think that this person has him wrapped around their damn finger.

"Hello Ivan" (name) greeted Ivan smiling

Ivan smiled " (name), its so good to see you" He kissed their hand, he's always known to play his cards and be charming to people. Maybe he was genuine but you wont know that till its too late. Maybe not even then.

" What brings you to visit me? It feels like your secretive work has whisked you away from reality, if i didn't know better id think you are a workaholic" (name) joked being playful towards Ivan

How charming they were, always had some kind of joke up their sleeve, it reminded him of his long lost comrade Alfred, killed in a war leaving Ivan hurt and now a heartless killer but, you reminded him so much of Alfred, of course you were two different people but you were perfected by the gods themselves in Ivan's eyes. How he cherished the time he has with you.

" I don't usually like to be away but I don't think arguing with my boss will get me very far nor possibly allow me to keep the job i currently hold. It pays well so I suppose that's what matter's" He said thoughtfully

Oh how he enjoyed spending this time with you. He would have to work something out eventually for you and him to be together, he was usually a great planner but considering his job and schedule it may not be a great time to plan when you are gonna court an old friend romantically. It didn't take long after he visited you for him to get absolutely swept up in his work. Today was no different he got a letter to kill the entire (l/n) family. WAIT WHAT?!

His eyes fixated on the letter, Starting at your last name on the page, maybe maybe it was another family but...no there was your addresses and even pictures... He felt his throat grow a knot making it hard to swallow. This person even paid 25,000 for each member killed. He couldn't kill the entire family he didn't want to kill you! He needed a plan and a quick one at that, he's usually so composed and held together but this time he was frantic thinking how he could handle this. Fake your death? He'd have to change your name and entire identity! Think Ivan, he is usually more clever and quick witted but right now he was trying to think of how he could properly handle this. There could be a billion ways to handle this but right now he needed to prep his home for the new 'guest'.

(your/outside pov)

Here you were sweeping the shop up, Ivan came to visit a few days ago. You saw him again, this is how you two met was you were working your family shop but Ivan was more like a good friend of yours and your family.

"Ivan! Its good to see you what brings you to the shop?"

He gave his usual friendly smile. " (name), I was wondering if you wanted to get dinner with me tonight. I don't know if you were able to leave shop early or if your parents could take it over. It means a lot to me tonight." He approached you at the counter.

You couldn't possibly reject him, dinner sounded good and your parents could take the shop tonight too!

" I can get my parents to take over the shop tonight, what's the dress code on dinner tonight?" You said sweeping the dirt into a dust pan and disposing of the filth into the garbage.

" dress nice, casual nice. I'll pick you up at 7:30pm sharp How does that sound?" He smirked a little

" Alright, casual nice and 7: 30 got it!"

It didn't take that much...only just one pill in your little drink that night for you to finally be out, oh he took you home and put you in the basement. Maybe one day you would understand his love and affection for you. Maybe... He planned on accepting your love with open arms....

Oh he had so many plans when you woke up-

#yandere hetalia #yandere russia #yandere russia x reader #assasin russia x reader #assasin russia

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if you’re hearing GONE TOO SOON by MICHAEL JACKSON playing, you have to know CAMERON CLARKSON (HE/HIM; CIS MALE) is near by! the THIRTY-FIVE year old YA AUTHOR/BOOK EDITOR has been in denver for, like, ALL THEIR LIFE ON AND OFF. they’re known to be quite LAZY, but being PROFESSIONAL seems to balance that out. or maybe it’s the fact that they resemble HENRY GOLDING. personally, i’d love to know more about them seeing as how they’ve got those RANDOM IDEAS SCRIBBLED ON NAPKINS, LEGO BLOCKS HIDDEN AWAY IN A WORK SATCHEL, GETTING A TATTOO FOR EACH MAJOR LIFE EVENT vibes. and maybe i’ll get my chance if i hang out around the CHERRY CREEK DISTRICT long enough!

tw: divorce, car accident, death

ABOUT.

Name: Cameron Clarkson Nicknames: Cam Age: Thirty-five Date of birth: September 23rd 1988 Occupation: YA Author/Book Editor Romantic/sexual orientation: Heteromantic/pansexual Birthplace: Christchurch in New Zealand, although considers Denver his real hometown as he moved there at six months old Current Location: Denver, CO, USA

Cameron was born in New Zealand while his mom was out there on an extended gap year, so it was never really set in stone where he’d end up growing up. In the end, however, they returned to his mother's home, eventually ending up in Denver.

He was raised in Washington Park, so pretty much wanted for nothing as he was growing up.

However, he was the kid who didn’t seem to fit in anywhere, so eventually he used his sense of humour to his advantage, playing the class clown.

In the end he didn’t have too many friends, but he had one who was close, who lived two streets away and they pretty much lived out of one another’s pockets. At one point he might as well have moved in with their family as he was at their house so much.

At the age of six, his parents went through a messy divorce, effectively splitting the family in two. He went with his mum, his younger sibling went with his dad.

A year later he suddenly lost the hearing in his left ear. The doctors put it down to emotional stress, but there was no real way of knowing.

Still struggling to fit in, he turned to his imagination, getting lost in worlds of complete make believe. Fantasy was his favourite. Elves, dwarves, vampires. He read The Hobbit more than 20 times in the few years that followed.

He would write stories, put on plays with the few kids he did befriend. And in the end, that was where his life would lead him, to fantasy books that would sell millions and a movie deal to follow.

College was next, along with dead-end jobs in bars to get him through. He only managed a year and a half into his degree, though, finding himself unable to concentrate, so he dropped out again. From then, working in bars and takeout joints pretty much became his life.

He wrote in his spare time, his mailbox constantly full of rejection letters. It was a stream of disappointment for him.

At twenty-three things finally began to look up and he met his soon to be wife while locking up one night. Before long they became the best of friends, then their family became three… and then four. The wedding came last.

It was at twenty-seven that he got somewhere with his writing, Serena finding the letter that held his fate. A three book deal in young adult fiction was soon offered to him and everything changed.

When he hit book three, however, disaster struck. On a night out, Serena and her friends had gotten into an accident. His wife was gone. Just like that. He didn’t get to say goodbye.

The final book fell to the wayside and for a year be barely did anything, not really knowing how to get through. But his children forced him out of it; he finished the book, and he moved into editing, focusing on someone else’s work for a change.

It’s been a bumpy ride, one that’s taken him all over the country during the last couple of years and, at some points, left him chasing after his work. He’s making it work, though, he’s getting through, forcing himself to.

He's made a couple of attempts at relationships since losing his wife, although things never turn out too well, the most recent especially so. No matter what it always feels too soon in his heart, even though he knows it isn't anymore. It's something he needs to get over and fast so he can move on with his life.

HEADCANONS.

Cameron owns a black and tan Jack Russel called Gimli. Because he is both small and mighty.

He’s read The Hobbit around 50 times now and it will always be his favourite book.

Cameron picks up a new tattoo for every success he has in life (or what he considers a success anyway). Currently he’s up to number six. His wedding, his two children, and each of his books. He’s pending on number seven for when the movie’s released and how it does.

WANTED CONNECTIONS.

Younger adopted sister; can be any ethnicity, around the age of 25-30.

Sister/brother-in-law; sibling/s of his late wife.

Childhood best friend; they were inseparable once they found one another, almost like siblings, and things haven’t really changed much since.

Childhood/school friends; anyone he was close to growing up in Denver.

High school sweetheart; his first love.

Exes; from before he turned 23 & met his wife, as well as afterwards.

It’s more than complicated; they work together, they can’t get enough of one another.

Flings, fwb, one night stands; anything that isn’t serious. he’s not really moved too well on since his wife.

Fans of his previous works; anyone who was a fan of his book trilogy.

Fellow gym rats; he’s a bit of an addict these days.

#✧ cameron ( about )#chq;intro

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mermaidsirennikita · 1 year

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If you have any I’d love recs for the childhood crush to adult lust trope! It’s so fun.

For sure!

--A Rogue by Any Other Name by Sarah MacLean. All time favorite of mine, perfect book. The hero and heroine used to write letters to each other and they're scattered throughout the novel. He got into gambling and lost his family's estate. When they meet up again, she's a part of his plans to get it back, and he's super cold and starkly different, which shocks her--forced marriage ensues.

--Ever Yours, Annabelle by Elisa Braden. Hero was the best friend of the heroine's older brother; she had a huge crush on him and he doted on her. Then she was indirectly responsible for an accident that changed his life and they separated, meeting years later when he's looking for a wife. She offers to help him find one, even though they're super into each other.

--A Scoundrel of Her Own by Stacy Reid. Reading this right now and it's very good. Hero was a poor kid, heroine was a noble lady, he saved her when she got lost and they spent a few days snowed in together. Separated by her parents upon discovery, and he's now wealthy and meets her again. He decides to become her forbidden lover~.

--When the Duke Was Wicked by Lorraine Heath. Childhood friends is a bit of a stretch because he's nine years older than her, but their parents are best friends and they grew up knowing each other. She had a childhood infatuation with him and was devastated when he married young. His wife and child end up dying, he becomes a dissolute rake and seducer. Heroine asks him to help her find a loving suitor when she becomes a debutante, he ends up licking rum off her pussy on his floor, you know how it goes. There's a lot of "Oh my Goddddd I have corrupted herrr" in this one, magnified by him having known her dad since he was super young.

--Seduce Me at Sunrise by Lisa Kleypas. Heroine is a lady, hero was a lower class growing up in her household. They were best friends and fell in love as young kids, but she got super sick and almost died; she's weak after recovering and he feels that if they get together he'll kill her with his penis (both in a crazy way and in a legit "can she survive pregnancy and birth" kind of way). He rejects her, she goes off to the continent for a couple years to get better, returns healthier, and it's ON. But he's also super self loathing so she's still gotta get her seduction on.

--Daring and the Duke by Sarah MacLean. Another childhood sweethearts one, they grew up together and fell in love young, and under some crazy circumstances he was basically pushed into... trying to... kill her. Anyway, he thought he was dead for years and is the villain of the previous two books. When he finds out she's alive he goes INSANE trying to find her and it's delicious. She makes him pay.... big time. Book-long grovel!

--A Lady at Midnight by Tessa Dare. These two were childhood friends, but she was super young and doesn't remember at first. But when he sees her again, he recognizes her and becomes her protector. Very sweet/hot.

--Rules for Engaging the Earl by Janna MacGregor. Hero and heroine were sweethearts, he goes off to war, she marries another man. When he returns he has chronic pain and a lot of shame. Her husband dies and she's pregnant; turns out the marriage was bigamous, so she needs to remarry to ensure her child isn't a bastard. Childhood friend steps in.

#romance novel blogging #book recs

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charmfamily · 10 months

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🌌 for Minerva, 📦 for Gemma, 🎭 for Emilia, ☄️ for Damien, and 💧 for a character of your choice!

Spoilers: This gets long cause I'm Wordy AF when I'm not constrained to putting words in a panel. Also I love talking about my pixel people so much and doing writer deep dives cause nerd. Had to put this beast under a cut.

🌌 MILKY WAY - what was the inspiration behind your oc? what was the first thing you decided about them? (MINERVA)

I gravitated toward these specific Premades because of the in-game bio: I had a lot of personal experience with the process of growing up and feeling like I was underwhelming in comparison to all the expectations that came with being the dreaded "gifted kid", so … in a lot of ways I took the adage "write what you know" to heart and used Minerva to essentially write a story that's a love letter to my mother and to my experience with those feelings, particularly in the way that I understand her with another decade and a half of life experience and insight I didn't always have. Seeing Mom one way as a teenager is a completely different game from how I see my mother now, which is the way that I tend to write for Minerva, from both sides of that insight. Well meaning, goodhearted, only wants what's best for Gemma and for Damien, but very rigid in the idea of the way things should be done and the path one should take in order to accomplish certain things. I also wanted it to be the backdrop of her core as a person that Minerva's especially resilient because she was put into a position where she had to be resilient and who she is now is a result of that extremely difficult process. I don't know if it comes across exactly the way I would like it to yet until I get to that post in my story (it's been teased and more is coming up lol) but there's a lot of depth to this person that's the leader of my household, a lot of worry and stress like any mom, but a lot of humor, a lot of wit, a lot of love. I wanted her to feel real and fully fleshed out and get the opportunity to sort of reflect on who she is both inside and outside the bounds of the view of her children.

📦 PACKAGE - what are some "most likely to…" that can apply to them? (GEMMA)

DISCLAIMER: As much as Minerva is based on my own mother, Gemma is not at all me, she has the guts that I never did. lol

GEMMA'S MOST LIKELY TO:

Most likely to get pissed off and try to start the zombie apocalypse (this will be hilarious later I promise. I don't know WHEN but later. At some point.)

Most likely to incur a little more than her fair share of embarrassing moments with her over romanticization of life and what she expects out of it.

Most likely to turn those embarrassing moments into one hell of a backbone. She IS Minerva's child, after all. The standards never lower.

🎭 MASKS - do they act differently around certain people? what's different between the way they act around friends, family, strangers, etc.? (EMILIA)

That really is what is so different about Emilia, isn't it? Emilia is the only one that doesn't have this idea of pretense: what you see really is what you get. She has her flaws like anyone else, she gets nervous, sometimes she lacks confidence, she's a little too emotional, but all of that emotion is right there at the surface for everyone to see, she's the kind of person that it doesn't matter if you've known her five seconds or five years, she will be happy to see you, she will offer you some gum from her purse, she will compliment your hair, she will talk to you like you've always been there. She wants to be impressive, especially to Minerva, but she wants to be impressive on her own terms, as Emilia. Not anyone else's idea of who Emilia is. I think the fact that even when she's not feeling her bravest, she's still unapologetically herself is what drew Damien to her in the first place.

☄️ COMET - what do people assume about them? are they right? (DAMIEN)

So far in Semi-Charmed, we've seen a lot of assumptions about Damien: That he doesn't think anything through, he's "the raging bull" that just goes ahead and does whatever and he doesn't stop to ponder the consequences. From an outside perspective (mostly Minerva's perspective let's be real), it's absolutely true, but Damien is coming into this story as someone that's seen firsthand that for all of the planning, all of the stressing and the micromanaging, there are moments in life where trying to do it all perfectly doesn't stop bad things from happening. Could he do things better and more cautiously? Absolutely. Could he be more sensitive and diplomatic? He needs to learn to be if he's going to be with Emilia, but he's in his arc right now, in this moment, of not seeing the value of being that way. His lack of thought is a lot more intentional than people perceive it to be.

💧 DROPLET - random angst headcanon I'm not gonna go with the one that's an obvious spoiler lol. So you can have one for Gemma, a little light angst if you will regarding how she interacts with her peers in the future. She gets upset when people don't have the perceived depth and sensitivity she gives them in her head and it absolutely makes her mopey. This has caused her to hoard journals and she is very much into putting to paper all the unfairness of the world when she's let down by the "Expectations vs. Reality" dichotomy I mentioned wanting to explore with this specific character in a tag one time in a story post (I think. I believe it was a story post, anyway I KNOW I SAID IT)

#Semi-Charmed answers #Semi-Charmed Sims #Semi-Charmed Headcanons

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4getfulimaginator2022 · 2 years

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Fic Masterlist

I write for the following fandoms: Captain Swan, Jorleesi, and Greek Myths. Will be updated when I can. Heart Bound, For Eternity, Thorns in My Side, Runaway Swan and Follow the Emerald Road are the only fics posted on Tumblr. I've posted some fics on FF.net. Everything is up on AO3.

Key: 💋 = some smut 💋💋 = heavy smut

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Jorleesi (Jorah x Daenerys)

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The Old Curiosity Shop. Modern day AU. Work In Progress. Daenerys Targaryen finds an old pocket watch with her family crest on it and takes it to the local antique store run by Jorah Mormont to learn its history. (Prompt from @youcancallme-ray) | AO3 |

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AUs with no magic.

Heart Bound. Historical AU (mid-19th century), real world setting, teacher!Emma and artist!Killian. Work In Progress. After years of private tutoring, Emma goes to teach in a village by the sea in a desperate bid to escape her heartbreak and the outside world. She thinks that she'll always be lonely and out of place, but the local lighthouse keeper, a fellow recluse and the town outcast, makes her see that she is right where she belongs. | AO3 | FF.net | Tumblr

One Against the Wind. Historical AU (early 18th century), real world setting, pirate!Emma and pirate!Killian. Completed. During the early 1700s, Emma Swan is an orphan and thief who becomes a pirate when she crosses paths with Killian Jones, the Captain of the Jolly Roger. Together, they become a fighting force to be reckoned with amid constant peril. However, the ever growing bond between them is what will make their partnership impenetrable. | AO3 |

Thorns in My Side. Modern AU, based on Beauty and the Beast. Completed. Emma Swan finds extraordinary roses and beside them, a man who hides behind the thorns. In the end, meeting him may be her downfall, in more ways than one. Her weakness is seeing both the beauty and the beast within - and this time, she can't look away. | AO3 | FF.net | Tumblr

Be My Angel, Be My Demon. Modern AU, based on a Perfect Man prompt. Completed. They were best friends forever, and when they grew up, they became lovers. But he walked away without looking back, and she never forgave him for breaking her heart. She wants to resist him. She really does. But he answers her list a hundred times over - because, flawed or not, he has always been the perfect man for her. | AO3 | FF.net | 💋

Can't Help Fallin' for You. 1950s AU with patient!Emma. Completed. The end of the war has brought Killian Jones nothing but more sorrow and pain. When he lands himself in the ER, he finds more than he's ever expected when he meets the Sleeping Beauty in the room down the hall. | AO3 | FF.net | 💋

Trader of Hearts. Mafia!AU with stripper!Emma and hitman!Hook. Completed. All her life, Emma Swan has only known their darkness. Killian Jones is overshadowed by the demons of his past. But together, unshackled from a timeless feud, they could be more: they could share one heart. | AO3 | 💋💋

Resistance. Companion chapter to my fic, Trader of Hearts. Completed. No one said the path to true love is easy - and it's especially hard for Emma and Killian, who need to let go of their past history and move on with their lives as husband and wife. | AO3 |💋💋

Runaway Swan. Runaway Bride AU, based on the 1999 movie. Work In Progress. Emma Swan has been to the altar 3 times but has never tied the knot. Known in Storybrooke as the "Runaway Bride," she has broken several hearts - and one of them found his way to Killian Jones, reporter for the New York Times. After her letter to the editor gets him fired for libel, Killian is determined to find vindication by writing the real story about Emma. What he never expected is falling in love with her himself. | AO3 | FF.net | Tumblr |

Follow the Emerald Road. Leap Year AU, based on the 2010 movie. Work In Progress. Emma Swan wants to marry her long-time boyfriend, Neal, but he hasn't proposed yet. Prompted by an old custom that only happens on February 29th, she follows him to Ireland. Nothing goes as expected, except for a nerve-wracking journey that just may change her life. | AO3 | FF.net | Tumblr

AUs with magic.

For Eternity. Fairytale!AU with Dark!Hook and Princess!Emma. Completed. It all starts with a feisty princess, her thirst for adventure, and a mysterious enchanter. The day Princess Emma comes of age, she asks to go on a daring quest like her ancestors before her, but she never expected to accept a dark challenge that tests her endurance. | AO3 | FF.net | Tumblr

A Cobbler's Life for Me. Lieutenant Duckling AU with shoemaker!Killian and Princess!Emma, inspired by the fairy tale "The Elves and the Shoemaker." Completed. He makes the shoes her kingdom buys. He's also her best friend. She's the crown princess - and the girl he secretly adores. | AO3 |

Touching. Originally posted as a chapter in my fic, A Cobbler's Life for Me. Completed. Though still best friends, Killian Jones and Princess Emma are enjoying the new emotional intimacy of their courtship. Neither is prepared for the passion ignited within when things get physical. | AO3 |💋

Nevermore. AU with Dark One!Hook and Princess!Emma. Completed. When Hook captures Princess Emma and locks her on his ship, he becomes besotted with her and is determined to make her yield to him in every way. Depressed, Emma starts to sing, mesmerizing Hook with her wondrous voice. Can the Captain love again and break his own curse, or will he forever cage his Emma bird? | AO3 | FF.net | 💋💋

Only the Beginning. Lieutenant Duckling castaway!AU. Completed. When Princess Emma and Lieutenant Killian Jones are shipwrecked on an island that forces you to confront your greatest temptations and deepest desires, the sparks that have always existed between the two are sure to come to an unbridled head. | AO3 | 💋💋

Canon Divergence AU.

Thinking of You. Completed. Hook finds a girl shipwrecked on the shore, injured and lost. He helps her to live. She helps him to hope. Captain Swan one-shot set during the missing year (mid-season 3). | AO3 | FF.net |

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Other fics.

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Odyssey of Nine. A series of Greek myth retellings. Completed. What do myths, fairy tales and folklore give us modern mortals? A taste of the past, our ancestry, and the hopes of the ages. People never change, and history repeats itself. Still, the world wants life to be happier, better, and kinder. One cannot help but be drawn to ancient stories that impart some wisdom in the midst of neverending madness. Trigger warnings apply in general, because (hello!) Greek mythology is a trigger warning all on its own. | AO3 |

#masterlist #fic masterlist #4getfulimaginator #fanfic

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Touched By Darkness (Prologue + Chapter 1)

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Warnings: loner!reader, natural disasters, maybe some depressive thoughts, hospital visit, supernatural romance

OC!fem x OC!male

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Prologue

I watch as the dark grey sky lightens up as the lightning bolts connect with the earth’s surface, the sound of the wind rushing through the trees fills my ears and the branches start to bang against the window.

Hiding away in the attic means that I can see past all the trees and the giant lights from the city’s buildings. I can just hear the soft cries from the other girls down stairs in the bed rooms. The younger girls hate these thunderstorms, they just cry and hide themselves from the windows, jumping every time the flash of white light sparks.

I play with my heart locket that is draped around my neck, I trace the engraved letters with my thumb as I watch the rain pour. I feel the E, L and A that were on my locket. I keep my index finger over the little crystal that was at the middle top part of the locket, I loved seeing it light up as the sky was jolted with light of the lightning bolts.

It was nights like this that I enjoyed being slightly separated from the other girls. They all cried for mothers they didn't have, for comfort. I came to terms with being an orphan long ago; no point in crying for someone who didn’t want me.

“Electra? Are you up here?” I hear Miss Kaley say as she climbs up the ladder.

“Yes Miss Kaley.” I reply, still keeping my eye on the storm.

“What are you doing here?” she asks me as she sits next to me, she places a blanket over my shoulders.

“I always come here when there’s a storm.”

“True but how did you know that there was going to be a storm?” I shrug my shoulders and look at her.

“I always know when there’s going to be a storm, it comes naturally.” I tell her.

“Sweetie it’s getting late, come on let’s get you to bed.”

“Can I just watch it for a little while longer? Please?” I beg.

“Only 5 more minutes.” I hug her quickly and go back to watching to magical show outside. “I’ll come back up and get you ok. Also, it’s officially past midnight…happy 16th birthday Ela.”

I nod my thanks to her, not in the mood to celebrate. To me it was just another day, a another day that reminded me that I was not good enough to keep.

I lean closer to the window and I see a small crack in the window, I trace my finger lightly over the crack. As another lightning bolt hits the surface of the earth the crack grows larger. I keep my hand pressed against the window, which was a stupid mistake. A lightning bolt hits the window and I feel the electricity run into my body through my arm. I try to scream in pain but no words come out, I fall backwards and my body starts to shake.

I should have been scared but the only thing that passed through my mind was that I had no family. I had no friends.

No one would really miss me if I die.

My name is Electra Lilith Anderson and my story started when I was struck by lightning on my 16th birthday.

Chapter 1

People always say that they are afraid of the dark, when in reality they are only afraid of the monsters that hide within it.

I was never afraid of the dark, if anything I used to love it. I loved the sounds that whispered in the shadows, I loved the cool air that came with the wind and I loved the eyes that used to watch over me within the shadows, protecting me from the evil that passed me.

Little did I know that my so called protector, was evil himself.

I have always known that there was someone out there, watching over me. When I was 6 and I ran into the forest late at night, I tripped and cut open my knee. No one was around, no one was there to help me, but he was. He came up to me, his hair was pitch black and his eyes were as blue as the ocean. He smiled at me, he placed his hand over my cut and he held it there for a few minutes. He told me that everything was going to be ok, that he was here for me and he will always be here for me. When he released my knee the cut was gone, no blood, not even a scratch. He disappeared before I could say anything to him, ever since that night I called him my guardian angel in the shadows.

As Miss Kaley rushed me to the hospital in desperate need to see if I was ok from being struck by lightning, I saw my life flash before my eyes. I saw the earliest memory I had, the day my parents left me at the orphanage. I can’t remember what they looked like, I only remember their loving voices, how they kissed me goodbye and how they said that they would always be watching over me. I would have been at least 2 at the time and I watch my mother and father walk deep into the forest after leaving me here.

It always plagued my mind, why was I not good enough for them? Why did they have to give me up? It wasn’t as though they got rid of me as a newborn, oh no… they realised two years down the track that I wasn’t the daughter they wanted. All I had left of them was my locket, which no matter how much I wanted to get of it because of the painful memories of abandonment that came with it, I could never bring myself to do it. It was my most priced possession, the only thing that was truly mine.

The next memory that came to my mind was when I was 9, I was playing with some of the other girls when the fire started. We were inside and the fire was in the next room, the caretakers rushed all of the girls out but I went over to where my bed was to get my locket. While everyone was outside I was still inside, the flames surrounded me. My vision was blurred by the bright colours of the flames, I held my locket tight in my hand and tears started to run down my cheeks. I could hear the staff calling my name from outside of the burning building, and what looked like a fireman coming to save me was none other than my guardian. He lifted me up into his arms and he shielded me from the fire with his body. He placed me down, next to the front door as he smiled at me and just like the last time, he left without a word.

I am pulled back into reality by the sounds of Miss Kaley crying my name, I hear the sounds of the medical machines in the room with me. I feel my arms stinging as the doctors stick the needles into me, my heart has been pounding faster with each passing minute as the electricity rushed through my veins. Until it stops.

My chest becomes cold as the doctors rip open my t-shirt, exposing my chest they use the Automatic External Defibrillator when my heart-rate starts to fasten up a little bit. With every electric shock, my lifeless body jerks up off the hospital bed, my back arches and slams back into the bed when the electricity leaves me.

As the hour passes my heart-rate is back to normal, my chest is rising and falling with every breath I take and my eyes are still closed.

“Oh sweetie.” I hear Miss Kaley say to me as she runs her hand through my hair, “I guess your name really suits you.” She laughs to herself.

My name is Electra Lilith Anderson, I was struck by lighting and was on the edge of dying.

The doctors ask Miss Kaley to leave, she puts up a fight saying she doesn’t want to. Of course they make her leave, she kisses my forehead before parting the room. I hear the doctor closing the door and switching off the lights.

I try to open my eyes but I fail miserably, it hurt too much to even move. I can barely breathe as the pain is too much to handle, I begin to softly cry and I feel a single tear fall down on the side of my face. The oxygen mask I was wearing over my mouth and nose was pulled off my face.

A muscular hand cups my face and their thumb rubs against my cheek and wipes away my tear. I slightly move my face away from them, I hear him let out a soft chuckle and he kisses my cheek.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there.” He says but I couldn’t answer. He’s here, my angel was here. “I couldn’t let them take you, I’m not going to let you die. You don’t have to run from me, please don’t run from me.” He kisses my other cheek and I feel his soft hair brush against my skin. “I never did get to tell you my name. I never had the courage to talk to you, I was always a fool when it came to you.” I attempt to pronounce some words, wanting to talk to him. Nothing comes out, no sound, no words. He must notice my effort to speak as he then kisses my forehead, he then softly whispers “Julius Hayes” Before disappearing.

Julius Hayes is my guardian angel that hides in the shadows.

He’s never told me his name until today, the day I almost died.

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Chapter 2

This work was heavily inspired by the following:

- Meg Cabot’s Mediator and Abandoned Series

- L.J. Smith’s the Forbidden Game

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#original works #supernatural romance genre #oc!female #oc!male #skyfall8600

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undyingembers · 2 years

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🥀 favorite angst quote from a published work

Oh, I have so many in the last chapter of My Lovely Husband, however, it got a bit long, so I used this scene instead:

After getting confirmation from a servant that Moryen and his children, including Magnolia, had arrived home, Lenarius decided to quickly check on the girls before going to bed. He carefully made his way up the stairs, going quietly as to not wake them. Most of their doors were closed, but Grace’s door was cracked open slightly, and Lenarius saw that she had made it home.

When he got to Giselle’s door, he heard crying from the other side.

“Giselle?” Lenarius tried the door, only to find that it was locked.

“Go away,” said Giselle.

“Giselle, what happened?”

“You said I wasn’t gross, that I was a beautiful girl,” said Giselle. “You lied.”

“No, darling,” Lenarius pleaded. “You really are—”

“Shut up!” said Giselle. “I was never going to be seen as beautiful or welcome, and you knew it.”

“Giselle…”

“Go away!”

“Giselle!” said Lenarius.

🍒 favorite sweet quote from a wip

This one is actually more angsty than sweet, but it was the closest thing I had in a WIP. This takes place after what happens in the last Diplomatic Council. Daeran realizes that what he had said was wrong and writes an apology letter.

The next day, Lenarius received a note from Daeran. The thin paper smelled faintly of lavender. Lenarius’s hands trembled as he opened the envelope.

Dear Lenarius,

There is truly nothing I can say other that I am very and truly sorry for what I had said in the last Diplomatic Council meeting. I hurt you and there is absolutely no excuse for what I said. I should have known better than to use the plight tieflings face in Mendev as a jab to rile up our mutual friends. I knew what you had gone through growing up, what your family and your country have put you through, and it still did not stop me from hurting you in the most awful of ways. For that, I can only apologize.

I know I have no right to ask, but losing you would devastate me beyond imagination. I would very much love to see you again, to hear your voice, to make you happy once more. You are my lone guiding light, and the best thing to have ever happened to me, and I cannot believe that I hurt you like that.

Sincerely, and with deep love and regret,

Daeran

🫐 a line from a published work that you’re proud of, but no one’s mentioned yet - or if you can’t think of one, an underrated line in general

The ball scene with Lann in My Lovely Husband. I think Lann in general in that chapter with Ria and Xorges. I thought the scene of him at the ball was pretty funny, but no one seemed to have brought it up. Probably because it was overshadowed by all the angst with Giselle and the other girls.

Lenarius decided to check back with Lann. The mongrelman stood in a corner. His hair had been shaken out of its perfectly combed coif, his cravat was loose, and he held a plate of half-eaten hors d’oeuvres. None of it deterred the small gaggle of women that had congregated around him.

“How long will you be staying in the capital, Sir Neath?” asked one of the women.

“Um, until I make plans to leave, I guess,” said Lann.

An older lady pushed her way forward. “My daughter is on a trip to Thuvia right now, but I’m sure she’d be delighted to meet you.”

Lenarius decided to rescue him. “Sir Lann,” he said. The relief in Lann’s face was immeasurable. “Can I borrow you for a moment.”

“Iomadae yes!” said Lann. “Excuse me.” He brushed past the women and walked off with Lenarius.

Lenarius waited until they were far enough away. “You have quite the flock of admirers,” he said.

“I blame Lady Konomi,” said Lann. “She had everyone believing I was some sort of mongrelman prince.”

Lann took a bite out of a round white ball that Lenarius recognized as some sort of cheeseball wrapped around a goat’s kidney. Lann winced. “Gods almighty, I lived on all sorts of mold, rodents, and creepers, and I have no idea what half the stuff at the buffet is.”

“Daeran wasn’t joking when he said your idea of a mongrel style soiree would be all the rage,” said Lenarius.

#thanks for the ask!#commander lenarius #the homunculus children #dragonologist-phd

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"writing that rosemary au as just rosemary bcus who's gonna stop me." I am forcibly putting you through the ordeal of being known. motherfucker.

jfklasfjkld that's a good one!! i need to get back to that one sometime.

okay this got stupidly long bcus i just decided to spell out this story's entire backstory and subsequently the plotline, i'm putting this under a cut fjdsalkf

honestly the placeholder titles says a lot fjkladsf basically when i was younger i uh. really liked little mermaid aus lmao (the og of this one is one of at least three i wrote in a very narrow timespan). so for a creative writing class i turned in a little mermaid "retelling" of sorts where the witch, who is quite new at being a sea witch, gets approached by one of the mermaid princesses (obv. this is a little mermaid au) about turning human after the princess has a prophetic dream and the witch feels bad about just thrusting this princess who is clearly in over her head into a world she knows little about (esp bcus, as i am reminded of rereading the original version of this, it's kind of implied that the merpeople who try to become human usually just like, die). also, magic is fucking expensive

so they work out a system to basically give the princess like... baby steps? like she first gets the ability to withstand the sunlight, and then she gives up the webs between her fingers, and then the ability to withstand cold, etc etc. and this takes place over a few month so of course they fall in love. the princess gets legs for three days, comes back and waits a while, decides she wants to be a human full time, and the witch is like "that requires true love and that's not really easy to find, you barely know any humans and you can't guarantee that they even know how to magic like that" and of course, bcus this is a little mermaid story, the princess is like "no no it's fine, this girl loves me, give me three days"

spoiler alert: the human does not know how to do that, and also has acquired a new partner in the meantime bcus the mermaid princess disappears for weeks on end and like, they're friends, but -- and so on. but the witch had a plan bcus she can see the future (you have probably guessed who was who by now but if not there's the answer) and she knew that the human plan wasn't going to work out. so she basically turns herself and the princess human permanently, turns over the rest of her sea witch power to her brother, and wow it turns out the dream was about them the whole time! so they dance on the sand and kiss about it

anyway i turned that in for an assignment but it was a rosemary fanfic in disguise and i was like. hey you know what. i'm probably a better writer now than i was in 2015 and i can just write homestuck fanfiction. so i decided to rewrite it as a more in-depth au and now it's about kanaya being one of a handful of mermaid royal heirs (rereading it, also being an heir appears to be a job, bcus she mentions her family sending her letters and that not all of the heirs have families who can send them letters). also the mermaid kingdom is prospit, this is important for later

so now kanaya is like, haunted by the sensation that something is missing from her life and spends a lot of time staring into the abyss that surrounds the castle they live in that is rumored to be haunted by the ghosts of a lost neighboring kingdom bcus she's not that close to being in line for a proper throne seat and one can only get by on cool job descriptions and fashion designing for so long. i know i infodumped to someone about the lore about mertrolls and my future ideas for it but i can't find it, anyway magic happens, kanaya finds rose (and dave, they're both one "half" of a sea witch. there is a secret second document for this one called "the davekat side of that rosemary au"), same kind of idea of "being a human is actually super overwhelming, do you want a trial run first???" over the course of a few months, they grow closer, humans don't know how to do magic and so rose comes in and is like "hey i don't want you to die actually." i think i was planning on there being a little more conversation about that back up plan. if i can find the time i just rambled to someone about the plot line and the politics of the merkingdom i will come back to add that on bcus i remember there being some weird political background stuff bcus mertrolls and merpeople had a trade-off system of heirs and i can feel the place it was in my brain but not the details

anyway thanks for reading and reminding me that i have this au to work on when my brain is less focused on riftdale but not ready for beyond the divide 💙

#punkbirdwitch #ciaran attempts socializing #homestuck #thank you for the ask i Love To Talk

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