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fallowtail · 6 months
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“So, how did you end up here?” “Well, I fell in love with a white girl with a cute, cute butt and then she inherited a haunted house and then….”
My @cbsghostsdaily Spooky Gift Exchange gift for @alexisrosemullens !! 👻
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isthischopper · 2 months
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hi thereee, i see ur requests are open and i’d like to request…!!!!
a (if you don’t feel comfortable doing fem, g/n is fine too!) fem!s/o who ate a devil fruit that makes her a long, curly-haired lion! it also gives her a tail and ears in human-beast, beast, or normal form! and it also gives her human form hair similar to killers (long, curly-ish? luscious, you get it)
but could i request that with shanks, or zoro? possibly both if you’d like! i’m fine with either tho<3 thank you and u have amazing works!
hi! i actually love this request, and while i’ve been pretty inactive, it keeps coming back into my mind!
i’ve written a choppy little story, broken into 4 small parts. i hope you enjoy!
⁀➷ Lone Pirate
⋆ Roronoa Zoro x fem!Reader
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You frequent this bar, for better or worse, a beer. Simple, effective, tasty. The bar gets quiet when you're there, the other frequents knowing not to screw around with you. You use it to your advantage, but it is a little annoying; nobody ever talks to you other than the bartender.
To be fair, you're not so talkative either.
Most pirates are the creepy-kind. Weirdos with even weirder beards and less guts than their own beer belly. Meaning... why even give them a chance?
Only a few minutes pass after your arrival, and the bar's filling up. Groups of pirates, you assume, pile in, gnarling their order and sitting at a vacant wooden table.
A younger, more colourful, group sits adjacent to you.
You paid no mind, until some burly old man tried to pick a fight. He yelled in their faces, before smashing his beer on the bar, and, successfully covering you in the foamy-sticky substance. Truly, some people have no consideration for the innocent bystander.
"Can I help you??" you snap, shooting up from your bar stool.
"Are you with them?" he spits back, bending his neck just so you could smell his rotten breath.
…them?
Before you could reconsider, you're slamming him head-first on the hard wooden bar counter, knocking him out. The other pirates looked taken off guard; presumably not expecting that reaction out of you, the rest of the patrons silent.
You decide leaving now is your best option, before someone shows up to find their friend on the floor.
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Months later, you find yourself in the Land of Wano.
You’d heard of Kaidou’s plans for New Onigashima while searching for another island to explore. Sure, you were considered a pirate, but you weren’t in it for fame or fortune; craving the experience of it all instead. You’d explored the country, familiarized yourself with the history and culture, and joined the side of the Straw Hats— the colourful group at the bar, you came to learn.
Now: buildings are flaming, fights are raging everywhere, and the sounds of explosions are ringing in the distance constantly.
You were running the flaming halls, searching rooms for anyone injured or caught in the fire. Somehow, wrapped up in the sounds of destruction all around you, a group of men working under Kaidou slipped your ears. They’d been following you, waiting for the perfect moment to group up and take you all at once.
Who you did notice, however, was a man sprinting in your direction from down the hall. Your hair nearly stood up on end, your body screaming at you to perform some type of defence. He was looking right through you (so you thought), swords drawn, teeth bared. He looked quite intimidating; save for the green hair.
Just before he reached you, his sword swiped against another just two inches shy of your left ear. The clash slicing some of your white-blonde hair clean off. But— you had already figured it out before a single curl hit the floor.
You couldn’t help to be glad he wasn’t aiming for your neck (because he most certainly would have had it).
You had ducked under the swords upon their impact, revolving on your heel to face the group of goons. The green-haired Straw Hat already had the first three handled, so you planted your foot and pounced on the next.
It was quick work, between the two of you.
“You broke his nose.”
You hadn’t even remembered touching a nose, to be honest. You frowned, looking at the pile of defeated men on the floor.
“Which one?”
He chuckles briefly in response to your question, sliding his swords back into their respective encasing. His arms flexing effortlessly (or, maybe on purpose).
“No, at the bar that day.” he pauses “That was you, right?”
“…Depends who’s asking.” you wink.
Deciding that standing around isn’t too beneficial to the current situation, he offers you to follow. You had clicked well, bantering between brawls and fighting together like how a puzzle piece fits.
His swords and your claws working in unison.
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Later, when the crew is celebrating the defeat of Kaidou over a drink, you’re sitting alone and taking in the view. The green haired pirate joins you, his scent alerting you of his presence before he’d sat down next to you.
“We’ll be leaving soon, It would be a shame to not have your name.” he speaks quietly, sounding much different compared to the adrenaline-fed, raspy voice you heard earlier.
Of course you knew his name, thanks to the word of Wano. People were talking about the Straw Hats everywhere, it was hard to not hear. You hadn’t considered he’d want yours.
“Y/n. Leaving me here after all we’ve been through?” you chuckle.
Kicking back, he rests his back against a rock and tucks his arms behind his head. His eyes are closed, breathing steady, but alert and conscious.
“Things to do, places to be, Luffy says.” he jokes, letting a sigh out and stretching his sore neck.
You lounge back next to him, shoulders touching. Eyes closed, the atmosphere taking over your senses. It’s serene, almost, if you tune out the hollering and music of the celebration.
His body was warm, where it met yours. You could smell the smoke and blood remaining on his skin. You really would miss him, it’s a different type of feeling to have someone you work so well with.
Fighting together, you cleared paths easily. Bonnie and Clyde, almost. What you couldn’t catch Zoro did, and you had his back in the same way. You mutually agreed on a plan every time, without any communication; it came naturally— a rare occurrence.
“Do you have a crew?” he asks.
“Mmm-mm,” you hum “Just me.”
You weren’t sure of the real meaning of this question, but soon after his fingers found their way to discreetly brush on your thigh.
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“Who’s Zoro with over there?” Jinbe quizzes to chopper, who works to bandage a few surface scrapes.
“She’s a lone pirate!” he deduces. “A Zoan user, really strong…” he trails off, concentrating on the task at hand.
Jinbe chuckles to himself, studying the girl. It seems Chopper is right; she has the ears and tail of a lion, not to mention her mane of curly hair. He heard she had retractable claws, too. He wonders her origin.
Though, things are too joyful to be so inquisitive. He trusts Zoro’s judgment.
“A lone pirate, you say?”
“Mm, yes,” chopper confirms, stepping back to admire his work and placing his hands on his hips.
“Why do you ask?”
Jinbe chuckles again, nodding his head in the direction of Zoro and the girl. He noticed their friendliness when Zoro had first joined her, something that wasn’t too easy to come by with the green haired fire-cracker.
Jinbe leans down to match Choppers height, a mischievous grin on his face.
“I’m not sure I have seen Zoro do that before.” he states.
The click of Chopper’s feet as he turns, and then the full body shock that elopes him is enough to have Jinbe holding back a hysterical cackle. Obviously Chopper hadn’t seen it happen either.
The two of you were met for a kiss when his eyes landed on you. Slow and sensual, causing the innocent little deer to blush a deep shade of red.
Zoro’s hand held your hip just above the ruffles on your shorts, and your palm bared his chest. You were still in the same relaxed position against the rock with your bodies rotated slightly to reach, eyes closed again.
“Zoro!!??? Whaa-!!!” squeals Chopper, gaining the attention of the others.
You blush pink, but Zoro’s smug smile says it all.
What an interesting match, Jinbe thinks.
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princessofdarkness21 · 10 months
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Dee Headcanons for @anomalocaris-enthustist :)) YAY!!!
<3 Dee was sick a lot as a child, and the rest of the family still treats him as if he is very fragile
<3 The family only started going to a professional piercing and tattoo artist after Dee asked Ches to pierce his ears and Victoria walked in on Ches attempting to do it using an unsanitized paper clip
<3 Dee used to have an actual job before he began blackmailing other students at his school for cash, but he was fired when a customer asked where the cabbages were and he responded with "At Isengard" instead of "On Aisle Six"
<3 Just because he's quiet doesn't mean Dee doesn't notice things. He sees everything, but chooses to keep it to himself
<3 Dee hopes to one day be an archaeologist/journalist, but is afraid of failure so he tells adults who ask that he "doesn't really know yet"
<3 Dee is an insomniac, and loves to sneak up to the rooftop at night, looking at the stars and contemplating life
<3 Dee runs a My Little Pony discord server
<3 Dee hates the feeling of people staring, because he feels like he is being scrutinized or studied, and to him it feels violating. This is why he was so hostile to Diane after he realized she had been looking at him
<3 Dee finds Diane pretty, but believes that he's not her type and thinks she was actually judging him or his clothes when she was staring
<3 Lif and Dee take Heavy along on every single one of their dates, and people frequently ask if Heavy is their son
<3 After Heavy's teacher cut his hair, her Facebook account was suspiciously flooded with videos of people getting outrageous hairstyles and dying their hair very bold colors. She hasn't been able to log back in to stop the flood of videos since
<3 Dee's favorite snack is saltine crackers and he enjoys the look on people's faces when he orders black coffee in public
<3 Dee respects Glam and will only take criticism from Glam to heart. He got his piercings in the exact same place as Glam, tries to do the same eye makeup as him, and even immerses himself in the same hobbies as Glam to receive praise from him
<3 Dee feeds a family of kittens that live in the alleyway where Glam and Ches meet. He and Heavy are currently thinking of ways to convince Glam to alter the "No pets.... even fish" rule and adopt them
<3 Dee likes having his hair pulled back because he once had the same teacher as Heavy and she cut his hair too, which traumatized him. Now it is kept safely in its tied up poofball away from teachers
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thedevilinmybrain · 8 months
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Pleaseeee queen give me a short something of this.... jealousyrry 😎✌️ I need it
https://twitter.com/stylinarts/status/1693031282001789153?t=cMtKVXiK74Stj3_T9kSZLQ&s=19
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"First it was the shirt, which might I add, I helped him pick out. He looks so good in a matching set." Harry sighs miserably into his glass of wine, pouts at Niall's face through the phone screen. "And now this? This? Like I'm not fucking standing backstage with his whole fam." "It was just a safety precaution, love. If they had let him in that crowd, he'd have walked out more thank half naked." Niall soothes, his own glass of white just barely taking the edge of the camera screen. It's their monthly ritual - a wine and whine night. It's the way for both of them to get everything off their chests, no judgement, just safe space. "He doesn't even like being manhandled." Huffing, Harry side eyes the bedroom door. Downstairs, Louis is on the phone with one of his managers, knows to give Harry at least an hour. "You know, he really doesn't. Fucking Capricorn. Has to always be in control, you know, calculated. But oh no, one look from that fucking..." "Fucking?" Niall prompts, so used to these sorts of rants, even thirteen years later. "Fucking what?" "I don't know. That fucking Achilles looking security guard and suddenly Louis likes being thrown around?" Harry's voice drags up at the end, close to a true whine himself. "Italy is supposed to be my thing. It's our honeymoon spot! Our villa is here! And now I'm being usurped by some Italian demigod." "Greek." Niall corrects, grimacing a little, wrinkles his nose. "What?" Harry pauses, stares into the phone with a little furrow between his brows. "Achilles is Greek, darling. He fought on the side with the Greeks." Niall explains, waving a hand. "You want like Hercules. Hercules was Italian." "Okay well," Harry will blame the alcohol for his lack of mythology knowledge. He, like everyone knows, that Greek and Roman mythology is a pipeline to queerness. "Well, like Hercules, I'm going to kill myself if I have to watch one more video of that man feeling up my husband." "Please don't. I really don't have the mental capacity to find another best friend." Niall sighs, rolling his eyes with a fond shake of his head. "Just go down there and like, play wrestle or some shit. Show him you've still got it. You guys used to do that shit all the time in the X Factor house." "Yeah only now, I don't have to worry about twenty other people listening to me take his cock-" Harry begins with a wide grin only for Niall to immediately end the call. He's heard enough, enough times. Knows way too much. If Oli is the holder of all of Louis' secrets, then Niall is the one holding Harry's.
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mists-reading-nook · 1 year
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Saw the letters from another world post and I thought of something fun...
It's a letter from the Creator to normal sagau to the four archons, Venti, Zhongli, Ei, and Nahida.
Letter would contain four Tamagotchis matching their aesthetics
"Hello Archons, this is a message from the Creator.
I have a device that allows you to care for a virtual pet but you need to take good care of it otherwise it will perish and you need to start all over again!
Have fun!"
I wanna know how good or bad they are in taking care of Tamagotchi. I know I'm bad at it ahahah.
Dearest Divine One,
I'm honored to receive a gift from the divine light themselves. I wonder what I have done to receive such a blessing. The device you have sent me is quite cute,and i've been making sure to take very good care of the creature inside. Although the device was quite confusing to use at first,I can proudly say that i've figured it out. Tell me Your Grace,when do you plan on visiting? I understand that you are busy,but I would be overjoyed to see you again soon. I do hope you are faring well,and I hope this letter reaches you.
Signed, Zhongli/Morax,your most devoted follower.
Hello Your Grace!
I hope you're doing good,wherever you are. The device you gave me is very cute,and I like to think the creature inside is doing very well! I'm not as on top of it as Morax,but I'm quite good at it anyway! I love the one you gave me,and I'm actually quite happy that you thought of me! I understand if it is rude to ask,but I'm quite curious. When are you returning? There's no rush of course, I just miss you a lot! I would love to talk to you face to face again,and maybe we could share a drink!
Hope to speak to you again, Venti/Barbatos,your "favorite"😉
Dear Divine Creator,
Greetings Divine Eminence,I hope this letter finds you well. The strange...device is confusing to me. I'm trying my very best to take care of it as you have requested,but unfortunately the creature has perished many times. You'll have to teach me how to properly use the device when you return. I hope to see you again soon,but until then,I send you my best.
Sincerely, Ei
Greetings Your Grace,
I hope you're doing well! The device you gifted me is strange indeed,yet it was easy to get the hang of! So far it's only died once,which is pretty good for my first time! I would be very interested in knowing how the device works,as well as how the creature got inside. If you would be so kind as to tell me when you return,I would be highly grateful. Speaking of returning,when will you come back to us? I have many things to speak to you about,and I wish to get to know you better! That is a conversation for another day though,so I shall wait for your return patiently.
Hope you're doing well,
Signed, Nahaida
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In short, Zhongli is taking care of it the best,with Nahida in a close second. Venti is third and Ei is last.
(You did great btw,I loved writing this <3)
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moonlightsmasquerade · 9 months
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Moon, I dare you to draw all the MiM AU characters laughing one by one
A collection of some sillies, I think these guys need a laugh
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daisysscorner · 9 months
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Welcome Home served as a holder of all sorts of merchandise, including illustrated story books. Above is an example of a page taken directly from one of these books that we have received from an anonymous sender. Dated est. 1973. It depicts an illustration of a character never before seen, and according to shredded clippings of documents that came alongside the destroyed page that we have managed to piece together, the character appears to have been named "Daisy Bee". This information is new to us, and we've done significant work to translate the original piece into a digital, fully recovered state with slight alterations.
The exact storybook to which this page belongs to is currently unknown. Additionally, there appears to be zero evidence of this character appearing in the TV show at any point in time, nor has any other merchandise seemingly been sold of this character. We are still working to the best of our abilities to unearth as much as possible about this character and their origins, including the exact date in which they were introduced into the franchise and why no person we've spoken to seems to have any recollection of their appearance.
We have tried to find and reach out to the sender of this letter in hopes of them holding any further information that could possibly aid in our search, but we have ultimately come up with nothing in regards to their identity or location. The envelope we received with the attached illustration and document clippings did not have a return address or name associated with it. Nonetheless, we will continue to work diligently in finding and restoring anything we may discover. Thank you for sticking with us.
Sincerely, the Welcome Home Restoration Team
‼️ This is a fan character. I am in no way affiliated with Clown or their works ‼️
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estrellami-1 · 10 months
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Writer prompt: Steve & Mike bonding pls
Ooh I love this!! We don’t see it enough in canon but I think their bitchiness actually gets along fairly well together.
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It’s 8:54am on a Tuesday when Mike bangs on Steve’s door. “I need to talk to you.”
Steve blinks, but does ultimately let him inside. “Is something wrong? Is it something with the Upside Down?”
Mike scowls at him like he’s an idiot. “No.”
Steve stares back, unimpressed. “Then why don’t you use the words I know you have, since I’m not a mind reader?”
Mike releases a breath. Turns and stalks down the hallway before just as suddenly turning back. “How did you know you were gay?” He blurts.
Steve is, quite honestly, stunned. “Oh. Okay. Um, the short answer is, I’m not.” He gestures Mike over to sit on the couch. “I’m bisexual, which is when you like both men and women.”
Mike nods. “How did you know?”
Steve blows out a breath. “I mean, I think I always knew I liked girls, mostly because that’s what was expected of me. That’s what’s acceptable, y’know? As sappy as this is gonna sound, it took meeting Robin to understand that liking the same gender was a possibility, and it took meeting Eddie to understand that I could feel that way. I love Eddie, just like I loved Nancy. Different people, different genders, but the love’s the same.”
Mike nods. “How would I know?”
Steve smiles sadly. “That’s the thing. Only you can know.”
Mike groans. “But I don’t know, that’s the thing! ‘Cause I love El. I swear I do. She’s amazing and I don’t deserve her. But it’s like… sometimes my body will remember it’s supposed to feel this way, and I get all flustered and my palms start sweating, but it’s just Will! I’ve known him forever!”
Steve hums. “Thinking you don’t deserve someone is a dangerous game to play. You’ll keep reaching for that mark of being good enough only to find you can’t ever quite reach it.” He looks at Mike. “Being in love doesn’t mean you try for something unattainable. It means trying to be the best you you can be, knowing that even if you fail, that person will still love you anyways.”
He’s silent for a second. “How’d you know you loved Eddie?”
Steve chuckles. “It was somehow both gradual and all of a sudden. I think I’d been falling for a while, and all of a sudden one day I was hanging out with him. We weren’t even doing anything special, just sitting and talking, him plucking at his guitar, and I thought, I want it to be like this forever.”
“And you just… knew?”
“Yeah. Pretty much.”
“You weren’t scared?”
“Mike, falling in love was the easiest thing I’ve ever done.”
Mike thinks about it, nods, then stands. Steve follows suit. “Need a ride?”
“Nah. I need to think about how I’m gonna do it first.” He looks at Steve. “Do I have a chance?”
“I can’t say yes for sure, because I don’t know for sure what Will feels. But I know how it looks. And it looks like you do.”
Mike nods and walks out the door, turning back at the last second. “Thank you.”
Steve smiles. “You’re welcome.”
At the next movie night, Steve smiles and pointedly doesn’t say anything when he sees Mike and Will holding hands.
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bibliophilea · 10 days
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What do you mean, "this isn't safe"?
For @princessfanonanona Prompt: PR180 - "What do you mean this isn't safe, I'm already dead" ao3 | ffn This year, for @phicphight 2024, I am doing poems! This has all but the rhyme scheme of a villanelle; but the structure is there! I hope you enjoy!
What do you mean, "this isn't safe"? If I don't deal with this, I'm already dead.
And you've done way worse! And all to protect me! What do you mean, "this isn't safe"?
It can't be worse than what I've done— Worse than the day I died. I'm already dead.
And you'd do the same. After all, it's your plan. What do you mean, "this isn't safe"?
This would kill you—but not me. Why? Isn't it obvious? I'm already dead.
So let me do this. And no more tears for me. What do you mean, "this isn't safe"? I'm already dead.
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achaotichuman · 28 days
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Through rain and shine, I would listen to you. Through your art I have seen a thousand pictures, lives and memories. From a few words, I have known you a lifetime. In the depths of darkness, through the tests of hypocrisy, I have found something true and undeniable. In a few snapshots of time, you have shown me a life. You have painted a world without a brushstroke. A muse that poets have foretold about. A heart, that singers of old, new and future will sing for. I am proud to call you my friend.
For Zee @sonics-atelier
Happy birthday
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nobodysdaydreams · 4 months
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🌹
Thanks, Katie! I know you want to see more of Nathaniel's wonderful nicknames so I found something I think you'll enjoy:
“We could always call you Ledroptha,” suggested Constance smugly. “Or Ledroptha Loser, since you did lose to us.”
"Ledroptha?” asked Nicholas.
“Yeah…” said Reynie. “That’s that name that Constance keeps calling him for some reason.”
“Because it’s what he changed his name to,” Constance explained cheerfully. “Ledroptha Curtain.”
The table fell silent as they contemplated the implications of this.
“It’s…a pun,” said Milligan slowly. “Word play.”
“So that’s what the L.D. stands for,” Kate realized.
“The… “L” stands for “Le”?” asked Reynie.
“Does the pun mean anything?” asked Rhonda.
“It means he has embarrassingly bad taste,” explained Constance.
“And it’s my old name, so it’s completely irrelevant to this conversation,” interjected Nathaniel, who was growing rather red in the face.
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etherealyoungk · 1 year
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plsplspls jihoon and "a confession..."will you be my valentine?"" cant stop thinking abt it :(((
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valentines day event | hii thank you for sending in something!
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it would be an understatement to say jihoon was nervous. he had planned everything, well kind of. he didn't want to be too elaborate on things because he didn't want to make preparations only for you to reject him...that would have really broken his heart. but when you show up to his house early, everything he planned just flew out of his brain.
"y/n hi!", he says, gulping. you start talking about how you're dreading valentine's day because of all the couples that are going to be in your face in college tomorrow and how it just makes you :\ seeing them all lovely dovely and being extra. you start talking about how you're going to be spending valentines day alone...again, sighing.
this makes jihoon look at you and the words leave his lips before he can think. "but you won't be alone this year", he says, making you look at him with slight confusion. jihoon clears his throat and speaks.
"y/n, i don't know if you've been able to tell but i like you...alot", he says, getting nervous as he runs a hand through his hair and you lean in closer as if it would help you understand what he was saying.
"so i was just wondering if you'd want to be my valentine?", he asks, as he looks at you. you don't reply for a few seconds and jihoon panics. "you can say no too, im not-", he starts but you cut him off.
"i-i like you too", you mumble. "and i'd love to be your valentine", you add giving jihoon a small smile. "really?", he asks and you nod giving him the affirmative he needed. he smiles shyly, his heart way too happy.
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disdaidal · 2 years
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stranger things x bob’s burgers | pt 1
for anon ♥
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osameowdazai · 7 months
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can you do A1 with sskk beast or otherwise ??? no pressure to though!!
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Hiii! Here they are <33
Drawing prompt thing
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~ Rumors About Our Daughter ~ (fan fiction requested by @historical-epic)
Rumors questioning Archduchess Marie Valerie of Austria’s legitimacy have been circulating within the Austrian Court. What do her parents think about this? What do they do?
Characters: Archduchess Marie Valerie of Austria, Emperor Franz Joseph I of Austria, Empress Elisabeth of Austria
Valerie heard her mother talking to a random maid servant in the drawing room of their summer home Kaiservilla in Bad Ischl. Thought it sounded more like arguing to her.
“Don’t you dare make such treasonous accusations!” Elisabeth shouted, loud enough for 8 year old Valerie to make out what she said. 
“Y-Y-Your Majesty….I didn’t mean to…I was just implying that”
“What, that my daughter is illegitimate? That her father is not The Emperor? How dare you!”
Valerie had never heard her mother this angry before. It was quite shocking, more shocking than the rumors of her own illegitimacy. 
These rumors were swirling in and out of Kaiservilla for months now, mostly the fancy talk of lower servants. When the imperial family arrived, the servants had to be more careful about their gossiping and shut out their willful thoughts as these thoughts could imprison them for life, or even worse, death.
Emperor Franz Joseph I was married to Duchess Elisabeth of Bavaria, who later became Empress Elisabeth of Austria by marriage. But everyone close to her called her either Mother or Sisi. 
Together they had four children. Archduchess Sophie, who died young, Gisela, Rudolf, and Marie-Valerie. They all lived somewhat happy lives although there were problems in all.
Franz and Sisi had to bear the burden of ruling an all powerful Austro-Hungarian empire, Rudolf had to bear the burden of being heir, Gisela had to bear the burden of being unloved by her parents (it was very complicated), and Valerie now had to bear the burden of various rumors spreading about who her real father was.
There are plenty of servants and nobles who live at Kaiservilla and that means that there are various mouths to blab whatever they want about whoever they want. 
A few months ago, the topic of Empress Sisi and her lover Count Andrássy was being spoken about and somebody must’ve put together that Valerie might not have been her father’s daughter.
These were obviously just nonsensical rumors because Valerie was Franz’s child. She was legitimate. 
But Valerie herself didn’t know that and neither did all of the servants who had been blabbing their mouths off for months. 
“Get out of my sight! Sisi practically screamed at the frightened chamber maid who unfortunately gossiped at the wrong time to a footman.
The maid scurried off and Sisi sat down on the nearest chair and was trying to hold in tears.
“Mama..” Valerie walked in from the other room. “Was that maid talking about me?” She asked.
“Oh darling” Sisi held out her hands to embrace the trembling young girl who started to cry.
“Don’t pay any mind to what that filthy servant said. It was all lies and it wasn’t true at all.”
Sisi stroked her daughter’s unruly dark brown hair and continued to do so until Valerie broke the embrace.
“But Mama…I heard it all…I don’t know what this all means.” Valerie was on the verge of hysterics. 
Seeing her mother so upset ignited something in her that is usually hidden away. It made her angry and confused and utterly upset.
“Valerie darling” Sisi soothed. “All you have to believe is that you are your father’s daughter, you are my daughter. If somebody said that you aren’t then shame on them!” 
Sisi gave her youngest daughter a little playful slap which turned the sad frown on Valerie’s face into the wide smile that would be seen playing outside with her dogs or drawing pictures with her mother.
“You are Archduchess Marie Valerie of Austria, youngest daughter of Emperor Franz Joseph I of Austria, King of Hungary. That is who you are and you can’t listen to anybody if they say otherwise, especially the nasty servants who gossip.” Sisi softly placed a hand on Valerie’s face.
“Okay Mama, I love you very much.” The two hugged firmly again.
“Next time Valerie, don’t eavesdrop okay?” Sisi said strictly, but with a laugh.”
“Okay Mama!” Sighed smart Valerie as she skipped out of the room.
~
Later that night, when Valerie was doing her nighttime prayers, Sisi was informing Franz about the events of the day.
“Franz, darling,” Sisi spoke to her husband who was sitting calmly on the bed taking his boots off.
“Many people are questioning Valerie’s legitimacy, today I caught a maid servant gossiping with a footman. I’m greatly concerned.” Sis went over to sit next to Franz who wrapped his arm around her.
“Darling, you know those rumors are false. I remember the night we conceived. It couldn’t possibly be anyone else. What makes you so worried?” Franz said
Sisi wanted to say that the rumors were specifically stating that Count Andrássy was the suspected father and that she never did anything with him except one small kiss, but she couldn’t say that to her husband. 
She loved Franz and Andrássy’s kiss brought her no affectionate feelings, minus disgust and anger, but this was just not the right time.
That was a story for another day.
Sisi decided to tell Franz the truth about half of the worries about this situation.
“I’m worried because Valerie was in the other room and she could hear me yelling at that maid.” Sisi was close to tears.
“She has never heard me that angry before and she came up to me afterword and was quite distressed...” Sisi wept into Franz’s arms while he gently stroked her back.
They might not have been passionate soulmates, but after all these years of marriage, Franz still loved Sisi, and the feeling was mutual.
“Sisi darling hush now, I will talk to her, I promise.” Franz stated his wife in the eye and gave her a gentle kiss on the forehead.
He then exited the room and let Sisi undress peacefully.
As Franz was walking to Valerie’s rooms, he couldn’t stop himself from thinking more deeply about the rumors.
Why would anyone think that Valerie is not my daughter?
Valerie heard a sudden knock on her bedroom door.
“Valerie, darling, it’s Papa, can I come in?”
“Enter.” Valerie spoke softly as her nanny calmly put the book away and exited the room.
Franz came in and slowly sat down on Valerie’s bed.
“What’s wrong Papa?” Valerie noticed the solemn look on her father’s usually joyful face. At least he was joyful when she was around.
“Valerie…” Franz spoke in a nervous but fairly calm tone. “Mother told me about what happened today.”
Valerie’s face fell into a sad frown.
“Does everyone think like that maid thinks?” She said desperately. “Mama says that I shouldn’t listen to them…but I did.”
“Oh Valerie my dearest,” Franz wrapped his daughter in a tight embrace and rocked her around like he did when she was a baby. 
“Look in my eyes, Valerie, you are my daughter. Nothing can or will ever change that.” Franz was disgusted by these ugly rumors. His heart knew that Sisi could’ve and would’ve been unfaithful at times, and he could’ve been too. But he knew deep down in his heart that Valerie was his child, nothing could convince him otherwise.
“Papa is that really the truth?” Valerie asked longingly.
“Darling,” Franz cooed. “It will forever be the truth.”
“Oh Papa I love you so much!” Valerie gave her father a kiss on the cheek and a tight squeeze before hopping under her covers.
Franz kissed the little girl goodnight and exited calmly.
He knew that everything was going to be okay, and if not, he would take care of it.
~
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Shopping Trip
“This thread reminds me of the green in your eyes. I hope you will find use for it.” - Jin
Here is my Touchstarved Alchemist MC, Jin, and @justanaspiringsomeone’s Touchstarved Alchemist MC, Rosamie. I cannot draw backgrounds TT v TT but they are in a marketplace. Since they share a hobby of sewing, I decided to draw them together, too. They’re shopping for threads and fabrics for their sewing projects!
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