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2nd2ndalto · 2 months

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here is a smol ides of march au

Leo taps Nico’s leg with the flat of his gladius. “Look sharp, di Angelo, the big boss is coming through,” he mutters.

Nico shifts from where he’d been slumped against the wall of the Forum, pulling himself to his full (yes, really) height and tipping up his chin. It’s his least favorite time of day to be on guard; the midday sun is beating down on the stone walls and the gravel at his feet, and the damn helmet isn’t helping matters. He couldn’t find his own this morning, so he’s wearing Reyna’s, and it keeps sliding down his sweaty forehead.

Nico half-listens to the conversation as Caesar and his companions draw nearer.

“Forget not, in your speed, Antonius, to touch Calpurnia; for our elders say the barren, touched in this holy chase, shake off this sterile curse,” Caesar says, characteristically self-important.

Leo quirks an eyebrow at Nico, and Nico tries not to laugh.

Then, “Caesar!” someone calls. The voice is creaky, ethereal. Nico shivers.

The general stops short, his entire entourage grinding to a halt around him. One of them knocks into Leo, then grabs Nico’s shoulder to steady himself. Nico grits his teeth.

“Who is it in the press that calls on me?” Caesar asks, imperious. “I hear a tongue, shriller than all the music cry, ‘Caesar!’ Speak; Caesar is turned to hear.”

Nico lets out a long breath. Why use two words when two dozen will suffice? The longer this exchange takes, the longer he has to stand here, pin-straight in this stupid fucking sweaty tunic.

“Beware the Ides of March,” croons that same spooky-sounding voice, and a tall figure draws forward. It must be a man, Nico supposes, if only from the height. The figure is robed in sky blue, head covered, his back to Leo and Nico.

Nico’s mind wanders to the gnawing hunger in his stomach, the blisters on his sandaled feet. The heat on his armor is starting to make him feel as if he’s being slowly baked. A Nico panini, perhaps.

“He is a dreamer!” Caesar announces suddenly, jolting Nico from his discomfort. “Let us leave him.”

Nico lets out a breath as the group in front of him begins to move once more.

The man in blue - the soothsayer, Nico supposes, lingers. Once Caesar and the others are out of sight, he turns with a shrug.

“They never listen.”

And his voice isn’t spooky, or ethereal. It’s light, easy. Nico blinks, surprised, taking in sparkling blue eyes, crinkled at the corners, a rueful half-smile. A spill of freckles, several blond curls peeking out around the edges of his hood. The young man appears to be right around Nico’s age.

And he’s hot.

Next to Nico, Leo seems to be undergoing a similar journey of revelation. He steps forward, holding out a hand and offering a toothy grin.

“Leo Valdez. It's an honor to meet you, Mr. Soothsayer, sir.”

Nico rolls his eyes.

The man in blue quirks a smile and takes the proffered hand. “Will Solace.” He steps back.

“Fucking hot out here, isn’t it?” Will Solace says. He shoves down his hood, revealing a head of tousled blond curls, shining like gold in the sunlight, the blue in his robes reflected in his eyes. Nico feels a bit like he’s been punched in the face. In a really good way.

“Sorry, I didn’t catch your name,” Will says, fixing his grin on Nico.

“Nico. di Angelo,” Nico manages, extending a sweaty hand. Blue eyes catch on his and linger, curious.

“You sounded… different. Before,” Nico says.

Will’s grin goes wider, a bit sly. “I’ve been trying something new.”

“So it’s all an act, then?” Nico asks, curious, because…

“Oh no,” Will shrugs. “He really does need to beware the Ides of March. I just find folks are more receptive to prophecy if I get a bit spooky with it. You know. Really lean into the drama of it all.” Will wiggles his fingers.

Nico nods. “Caesar does have an… aura of death. A thick possibility of it.”

“Nico,” Leo complains. But Will quirks an eyebrow, regarding Nico with more interest, a quick once-over and a half-step closer.

“You know, I might have a prophecy for you,” he tells Nico.

“Yeah?”

Will touches two fingers to his temple, closes his eyes, a flutter of dark blond eyelashes against freckled cheeks. “Yes. I see you, having dinner with me. Tonight.” Will’s voice has gone spooky again, but it’s edged with something warmer now.

“Good grief,” Leo mutters.

Nico nods. “Interesting. Do you see yourself picking me up at eight, maybe?”

“You know, I do,” Will grins “You’re good at this.”

“Maybe after dinner I can show you what else I’m good at,” Nico counters.

Will waggles his eyebrows. “I foresee that I would enjoy that.”

They exchange details, and Will replaces his hood as he leaves, winking at Nico before turning to stroll away.

“That was disgusting,” Leo says flatly.

“Hey,” Nico shrugs, grinning, wondering if he can convince Jason to take his shift tomorrow morning. “There's no use fighting the power of prophecy.”

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Many thanks to @anything-thats-rock-and-roll for the quick beta & for enabling this ridiculousness

#roman empire au i guess #lol #this is probably the most i've thought about the roman empire since we read julius caesar in grade nine #nico di angelo #will solace #leo valdez #my writing #ides of march #wildly inaccurate historically speaking #if it's less than 1000 words i don't need a title i decided #absolutely terrible flirting omg #only two days late happy st. patrick's day #nico panini

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bookshelf-in-progress · 15 days

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It turns out you don't have to worry about bots scraping your fiction to feed AI when your brother FEEDS IT TO THE AI HIMSELF!!!!

#letting my family read my fiction was apparently a mistake #my brother centers a large portion of his personality around thinking that chatgpt is hilarious #and saying things like 'you should write all your stories with ai because it's better and all books suck' any time writing is mentioned #but i never thought!#that his immediate response #to me trying to let the family engage with this part of my life by sending the link to my published story in the family group chat #would be to copy-paste it to chatgpt and tell it to generate a critical review #mind you: he has not read a word of the story himself #the less than 1000 word story #he has tried to apologize by saying he will actually read it as if this is something i should be grateful for #after he's already done this #another brother has tried to console me by pointing out it probably would have been scraped anyway #BUT I WANT THEM TO HAVE TO WORK FOR IT!

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fridayiaminlove · 1 year

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Just need sleep, together if possible

Pairing: Bucky x reader (can be platonic or not) (descriptions of the reader: has a foot, a hand and is able to speak)

Summary: Bucky wants sleep and his body needs it. He doesn't want to be alone though.

Warnings: warmth, sleeping with someone on the same bed (non sexually), slight insecurity on Bucky's side

Word count: 350- 400 ish?

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You heard the click of the door opening and immediately knew who was there. Keeping your eyes shut and breathing even, you wait, wait for his next move.

You meant it when you told Bucky he can come to your room to sleep, to talk or just for silent company whenever he wants.

His brooding closed off personality is a great front but you know he doesn't like his cold, dark room, doesn't like sleeping on the floor or his bed and after the first time he slept in your room because of a nightmare, you told him he's always welcomed. Since then you always leave space on one side of the bed . No one likes being lonely

You also know if you woke up and told him to come in he'd just be embarassed and make some excuse to go back, so you remain there, still as possible.

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Bucky was overthinking this he knew that. He knew you were serious about him sleeping in your room, still ofcourse he felt like an invader.

But god he wanted to sleep, his floor is rock and his bed a marshmallow, his mind doesn't allow him to sleep on either of those.

You though, are very comfortable- your bed he means. It's warm, he likes it- he likes you, And right now he likes sleep.

He creeps inside, slowly closing the door behind him, trying not to wake your sleeping form, facing away from him. He lies down in the empty space beside you, you always seem to sleep in a corner.

'What now' his mind wonders staring at the ceiling uncomfortably still. 'God this is a bad idea'

He starts to get up. You turn. He stares. You don't.

Lifting your body slightly, you pull the sheets over him ultimately stopping him from going back. Bucky studies you, so close to his vibranium arm now.

Before lying back down you raise the sheets with your foot and throw them over his feet.

Safe.

He watches you lie back down and close your hand around his, pressing your forehead to his bicep "I am here okay, whenever" you whisper before moving back to your side.

Warmth. The sheets are warm.

Comfort. His shoulders drop

Relief. He's glad he came.

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A/n: just a short blurb I wrote at 2am. Constructive criticism is needed. Help. All mistakes are mine.

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes my beloved #bucky x gender neutral reader #bucky x male reader #bucky x plus sized reader #Bucky x skinny reader #james buchanan barnes #writing #marvel #sleeping #Bucky x dark skinned reader #bucky barnes drabble #less than 500 words #less than 1000 words #bucky batnes x gay reader

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dark-side-blog3 · 6 months

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mm sometimes i think my yanderes would take advantage of the fact that I cant do some of the things most people can do with ease like tying their shoes or telling the difference between left and right, or the way i absorb info just to force me into being a baby. Mommy kakyoin would coax me into his lap after heavily drugging me, so I just happily melt into his embrace as he asks me what sound a puppy makes only to be met with a soft whimper of me trying to speak.. or diavolo making me do kindergarten level math in the playpen he keeps in his office for me. -📱

I've been having some trouble with doing tasks most people can do, so it is fun to think about different yanderes making you do baby-level math worksheets, or French vocab sheets and crosswords meant for little kids. Or having those grid papers to write Cantonese and Mandarin, or in your case with mommy Kakyoin, katakana. Why bother teaching you kanji or hiragana? You'll only be confused. And hiragana is more commonly used-- he doesn't need you knowing what common signs and objects actually say. Then you won't feel as lost, should you manage to slip away from his hands for a moment.

Diavolo knows worksheets aren't any fun-- he'd give everything to not have to do them, and still know the people he cares about would be okay. So instead of a little duotang with worksheets for your math, linguistics, or animal noises, Diavolo tries to set up little activities for you to do every day. Little trays with a number of the day, clay in one dish so you can draw the number yourself, roll it on a die, and count it out of marbles. Calling an animal handler to show you the different birds and bugs of the devildom in the throne room (and saving trips to the royal zoo for weeks you've been extra good!).

#I'm wondering what would be more advantageous (by which I mean less helpful) to teach someone in japanese? Katakana? Hiragana? Kanji?#they're ALL used #but some are more grown up than a little kid that still needs Kakyoin for everything #Most old documents are written in katakana. You'd sound so old. Like a little kid that still says “gee willikers batman”#but granted you'd typically mix katakana and hiragana AND kanji in a sentence and coversation #so if he really wanted to nerf you he would only teach you how to spell one way #Kanji is hard to learn (in my opinion just reading this) but if you learn 1000 words you can just suss out what most things say #oh don't get me started on the SLANG #man what a high pressure environment to learn a language... Kak is also such a menace if you lash out or get frustrated #man DEF teaches you the wrong words for things on purpose.#cellphone anon #anon confession #yandere agere #yandere daddy diavolo #yandere mommy kakyoin

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twisted-tales-told · 1 month

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I’m really upset about how short David Siegel’s time in white collar is because he is such a catalyst for Neal’s character growth. Like, I honestly think the arc Neal goes on all the way to (SPOILERS)

Faking his death at the end is because he met Siegel. I think he saw where they came from—which is two very different reasons—and saw that he is meant to be forging his own path in life. I think Siegel actually gets him to think about what he wants in life. And thus the homoerotic tension between them (at least in my opinion). Like you have these two heartbroken people who are trying to get back on their feet assigned to work together while being the thing the other fears most—a man from nothing becoming a criminal for the thrill, a man from everything becoming a lawman because he’s seen too much.

I just. they should have had more time. They should have seen each other grow a little more.

#white collar #AND THERES ONLY 2 WHOLE FICS ON AO3 #BOTH OF THEM ARE FUCKING BEAUTIFUL #AND LESS THAN 1000 WORDS #FUCK #I am going to melt into a puddle #neal caffrey #wc spoilers

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ck2k18 · 1 year

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir/Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir & Nino Lahiffe Characters: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir, Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Nino Lahiffe Additional Tags: Ladrien | Adrien Agreste/Marinette Dupain-Cheng as Ladybug, Nonbinary Character, Nonbinary Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir Uses they/them pronouns, Bisexual Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Not Canon Compliant Summary:

Adrien doesn’t think they like being Ladybug’s boyfriend. It’s not because of Ladybug; they definitely like Ladybug. They love her. They love holding her hand and kissing her and going on dates; they love that she’s their girlfriend. The thing is, they’re not her boyfriend. They’re not a boy at all.

@ladrienjune

#i'm so lazy with tagging lately #ladrien #ladrien june #adrien agreste #ladybug #ml #miraculous ladybug #ficlet #less than 1000 words

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chenfordspiral · 1 year

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Chenford + talk after their hug in 5x22 and jacksons death and the moment they shared

Hi anon! Apologies that it's the shortest thing I've ever written. Hope it's still fun to read. If you prefer reading on ao3, here's the link. Otherwise, enjoy below. 😊

we've been here before, but it's different this time

They stay wrapped around each other for a long while, taking comfort in one another. They both know what the other is thinking of. Aaron getting shot is shockingly similar to the way Jackson died. Lucy lets out another sob, which has Tim tightening his hold around her, trying to shield her from the pain.

“It’s gonna be okay. I know I can’t actually promise that, but… he’s alive. He’s got a chance.”

“Yeah. God, how is this happening again?!”

“I don’t know,” he whispers, at a loss for words.

Nothing about the attack on Aaron and Celina makes sense. With every new detail comes even more confusion. He so desperately hopes that Aaron will pull through. He’s not sure any of them could handle another loss. And definitely not like this.

“I-I can’t go through that again,” Lucy mumbles against his chest, voice catching in her throat.

“I know. I really hope this ends differently.”

He holds her as close as possible, desperately wishing he could take the pain away from her. Yeah, they all lost Jackson that fateful day two years ago, but he was Lucy’s best friend. He doesn’t want her to have to suffer the loss of another friend.

“Why does it have to be so similar to Jackson?”

He doesn’t have an answer, but he knows she doesn’t expect one, either. It’s the question that they’ve both been wondering about since first hearing about the attack.

They stay wrapped in each other’s arms for a long while, just taking comfort in each other. Lucy breaks the silence after what feels like hours.

“You know… I almost came to your room that night.”

He lifts his head, looking down at her with a puzzled and surprised expression on his face.

“You did?”

“Yeah. I know it wouldn’t have been… healthy. Or appropriate. But I- wanted a little comfort. I mean, obviously I don’t know what would’ve happened if Wesley hadn’t have called, and I actually had knocked on your door, but… I didn’t wanna be alone.”

Tim smiles a sad but genuine smile.

“I thought about going back out.”

“You did?”

“Yeah. I think that hug really opened my eyes. It felt… nice. It felt right. And I didn’t know what to do with that feeling.”

“Mh. Took us a while to get here, huh.”

“Yeah. But I kinda like our story.”

“Did you really just say that?” Lucy wonders with a surprised little smile on her face. But really, this guy is more of a romantic than he likes to admit. She shouldn’t be surprised, but he continues to amaze her every day.

“Mh-mh.”

“For the record, I like our story, too. It’s pretty awesome.”

“Yeah,” he agrees softly, quietly, before cupping her face in both of his hands, leaning down to press a soft kiss to her lips. He lets his forehead rest against hers after, despite the slightly uncomfortable angle – either he’s too tall, or she’s too short – but he loves it.

“You wanna eat something?”

“Mh. I’m not hungry.”

“Not even chocolate? Or ice cream?”

He knows he’s got her now. She rarely turns down chocolate and ice cream.

“Maybe both.”

“Thought so,” he replies with a chuckle. He presses yet another kiss to the top of her head before unwrapping his arms from around her, moving toward the kitchen after getting her to sit down at the counter. He moves around her kitchen with ease, practically at home in her apartment now, and gets some chocolate from one of the cupboards and a tub of chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream out of the freezer.

He gets a spoon before setting it all down in front of Lucy, sitting down next to her. They’ve barely started eating when both of their phones go off simultaneously, alerting them about the attack at Nolan’s.

“Seriously?”

“Hey, Nolan texted himself, so I’m sure they’re okay,” Tim tells her in a soft, reassuring tone.

“I know, I just- I hate this. First Aaron and Celina, now Nolan and Bailey. What’s next?”

Tim doesn’t reply, choosing to stand up and wrapping his arms around his girlfriend again. She lets her head fall against his chest, inhaling shakily. After a few moments, Tim speaks quietly.

“Come on. Let’s her over to Nolan’s, see for ourselves.”

“Yeah, okay.”

Lucy stands up, taking the ice cream and walking around the counter, throwing the tub into the freezer before heading toward the door.

“We’ll get ‘em, Luce. Maybe not tonight, but we’ll get them eventually."

“I hope so.”

They head back out into the unknown, hoping, praying, that they’re not headed straight into another tragedy.

#anon #prompt fill #chenford #chenford fanfiction #chenford fanfic #the rookie fanfic #less than 1000 words

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frowerssx2 · 5 months

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Beyond the Boundaries~

Merry Christmas, Everybridie! This is the first time I have done a Secret Santa exchange! My recipient was @moonvarion. I hope you like this short fanfic I did for you ^_^

Summary: Hiyoko brings a Christmas present that allows Nageki to go beyond the boundaries of his prison which is the library. This Contains spoilers!

Word Count: 2,514

Like always, Nageki woke up in the same corner of the library without the knowledge of how long this "sleep" lasted. They were happening more often now, as they always do in winter. Apparently, ghosts need warmth to appear and having it in the Saint Pigeonation's library was an extremely rare thing. Anyway, at least there was a blanket for him to lie on now. It didn't offer him warmth or any sort of comfort physically. But, it did emotionally. It reminded him that he had good friends who truly cared about him and that was the best feeling in the world. However, it did also bring a strange sense of familiarity Nageki couldn't understand. With a sigh, Nageki stood up and shook both his feathers and wings to loosen them up. He then looked around, wondering what he should do today. After all, it was the Christmas holiday, wasn't it? Everybirdie will be at home celebrating with their families. That thought made Nageki wonder what his family was doing. Surely, he had one. Everybirdie has some sort of family, right? Maybe not made out of genetics, but made out of love and affection.

"Love is not made by blood, it is made by caring for each other so much that you'd do anything, anything at all, for them"

Somebiridie once told Nageki that. Who was it? Why couldn't he remember them? All he knew about the mysterious bird was that he had a soft and caring voice. If Nageki had to compare it to anything then it would be a hug. Soft, warm, always welcoming, and loving.

With another big sigh, Nageki walked to the window. Oh...It was snowing pretty badly too, if the forming ice on the glass was anything to go by. If any birdie living went out there they would no doubt freeze to death. Meanwhile, as a ghost, he wouldn't. Not like he wanted to go out there anyway. What would be the point? He wouldn't be able to feel the crackling snow underneath his feet, or the snowflakes that would fall gently and gracefully on his feathers. Suddenly, a flash of blue snapped Nageki out of his depressing thoughts. Was it lightening as well as snowing? Was that even possible? A second flash of blue a few seconds later made him realize that it wasn't happening outside, but inside.

Feeling both confused and curious, Nageki turned just to see beautiful snowflake Christmas decorations flashing above him in soft and calming tones of sunset orange. Nageki watched as the light nearest to him flashed then the one after it, then so on, causing him to feel tempted to follow it. But, could he? Was it safe? Curiosity killed the cat after all...

But, not a ghost…

Nothing in this world could kill a ghost. Well, not to his knowledge anyway.

The lights flashed again, so beautifully that Nageki threw all caution out of the window and began to follow them. They had to lead somewhere and it was probably a little silly but Nageki hoped it would be somewhere different. Somewhere, he could escape his prison for a while. Somewhere that wouldn’t make him regret his decision to come back here instead of going onto the train with the King and the Migrant.

He wasn't disappointed when he arrived at the end of the Christmas light trail. As there, stood proudly in the middle of the library was the most magnificent and beautiful Christmas tree he had ever seen. Soft glows of green, blue, red, and orange sparkled between the dark green branches of the Christmas tree. Each one, was as beautiful as the next, illuminating the dark library and the gold tinsel on the tree with the beautiful glow of a rainbow. That wasn't all though. There were stunning baubles shaped like Santa Claus, Christmas trees, candy canes, and round baubles that had faces of snowmen or were gold and red with glitter. But then, one decoration in particular captured his interest, so he slowly and gently reached his right wing to touch it. Now looking closely at it he realized that it was shaped like a N with what looked like shelves with books inside. Immediately, he smiled, his beak opening up to curve at the end. This was obviously a present for him and there was only one friend who knew him this well and cared for him this much and knowing Hiyoko, she wouldn’t do anything like this without leaving some way of communication. With that in mind, Nageki flipped his present over and read the engraving he found there: “Look under the tree, love Hiyoko”

At that moment, Nageki felt his heart flutter like his wings would if he took flight because this could only mean that there could be another present for him, right? That thought made his heart flutter again, this time it wasn’t just because of affection but also because of excitement. He slowly lowered himself down to look underneath the tree to find a literal winter wonderland with figures of snowmen, polar bears, reindeer, Iglu’s, and snow hills and balls. The sight of it made Nageki wish that there was some magical way he could live in this little snow village but, there was a large rectangular-shaped present waiting for him so he was going to pull it out and hold it in his wings.

“I hope you like it, Nageki”

For a second, Nageki thought that Hiyoko’s voice was inside his head because he was reading the card on the present but then he quickly realized there wasn’t one.

But that could only mean…No way…Surely, she wouldn’t…

A turn of the head told Nageki that yes, she totally did. However, he was shocked and rather relieved to see that his human friend wasn’t frozen like an icicle.

“How did you?” Nageki stuttered out wondering if that question would have an answer that would be logical. “That’s not important”

No, of course, it wouldn’t, that would be expecting too much…

“Open your present, I hope you like it” Hiyoko excitedly said, her amber eyes flicking down to the present in Nageki’s wings, shifting closer to him on her knees.

“Go on” she said moving to knock him with her shoulder playfully just to end up falling shoulder first onto the floor which had the Mourning Dove snorting in amusement. How on earth could she possibly forget that he isn’t solid? The embarrassment on Hiyoko’s made it painfully obvious that she was wondering the same thing. But then, that famous smile of hers went on her face as her beautiful eyes flicked to Nageki’s present yet again.

Feeling another flutter within his heart, Nageki slowly opened his present with his wings. Feeling thankful that Christmas wrapping paper was so delicate that even a ghost could get into it without much effort. Plus, the fact that Hiyoko didn't go overboard with the Sellotape did help matters a lot. Underneath the dark green paper that was littered with red and white candy canes and ginger beard men was a large book named:

[The Christmas Village within the mountains]

The picture on the cover was of a beautiful wooden cottage covered in a small amount of snow and an unbelievable amount of Christmas decorations.

Wanting to see what else this book had to offer Nageki slowly opened it to the first page, Hiyoko shifting closer to him as he did so. Together they looked down at the picture of the welcoming sign of the village. It was truly beautiful. Faux Holly vines were wrapped around the poles and travelled across the top of the sign where artificial mistletoe and red and white flowers. On the next page was a footpath covered by thick snow and surrounded by pine trees which also was covered in snow but also gold and red tinsel and baubles. Not only that, but between the trees were hanging snowflakes, stars, and flags. The footpath itself was surprisingly decorated too. It wasn't much. Just a trail of gold, green and red strings travelling upwards beside large deep footprints that were obviously made by heavy snow boots. All of this together made Nageki wonder what was at the end of this winter Christmas trail. Luckily, the answer was on the next page.

So, he turned it...

Waiting for him were pictures of a wonderful village square that had rows and rows of market stalls. Above them were rows of orange circular lights, all of which were like fireflies in the night sky. Then on the next page were close-ups of the stalls, showing off what each one sold. There was one stall selling the most delicious-looking shortbread, cookies, bread, and gingerbread in all sorts of shapes and sizes. Another one sold stunning handmade Christmas decorations and stockings. Another sold toys and teddies. Then there was one that sold clothes. Another that sold traditional Christmas foods from all over the world. Just when Nageki thought that this page couldn’t get any better, he discovered that there was a little round sticker in the corner of each picture.

“What is this for?” He asked Hiyoko in confusion, wondering what on earth would happen if he rubbed at the sticker like it told him to. “Oh! This is really cool!” Hiyoko answered excitedly, rubbing the sticker so quickly and with so much strength that Nageki worried she would somehow find a way to find a fire. Thankfully, she didn’t. However, she still did something strange which was to sniff her arm with a hungry groan.

Okay…That was…Odd…

“You smell, Nageki!” Hiyoko then said to him holding her battered arm in front of him, her quick movement causing him to flinch backwards. But now, he was just staring at her arm in absolute confusion. That certainly wasn’t a normal request. Yet again, when did Hiyoko and a normal conversation go hand in hand? Almost everything the human did was bizarre, impossible, confusing, or somehow all three.

“Go on, it smells delicious!” Her arm smelt delicious? How did that even make any sense? This was definitely a conversation that was all those three things. “Hurry before it goes!”

Wanting this conversation to make some sense, Nageki slowly smelt Hiyoko’s arm. It was the strangest thing he has ever done but it was almost the greatest. He smelt her arm again and hummed. The smell of sugar-covered shortbread filled his nostrils, the smell was so alluring, and intoxicating that it made his stomach rubble which should have been impossible because of the whole ghost thing. It also made him wish that he could stick out his tongue and taste the incredible food. Not on Hiyoko’s arm of course, because that would be totally weird. But on the page…That thought made him look down at the other pictures and see what their circles contained. The clothing stall had a small circle made out of the softest material Nageki had ever felt. The toy stall circle had a small bird paper toy that flapped its wings if you pulled the paper lever.

Then came the next page, on it was a game where you had to decorate the picture of the Christmas tree that was sat in the middle of the market square stalls. Nageki couldn’t remember the last time he decorated a tree but somehow, he could remember that he always did it with somebiridie else. Somebiridie who he cared for and so, he shifted closer to Hiyoko so they could do it together. When the tree was decorated it wasn’t as dramatic or exquisite as the one in the library, but it was theirs and that is what made it special and perfect. Nageki wasn’t surprised at all, he and Hiyoko has always made a great team. This was proven yet again when they turned to the next page as it ended up being four different Find the Hidden Objects game that were in different locations in the village as they ended up finding all of them easily.

Then came a normal photo album of the rest of the village showcasing the school, hospital, church, shops, huts, shacks, and houses. All of them as beautiful as the next. All of them going overboard with Christmas decorations. Then came the famous mountain of the village, the photos taking you up the trail mile by mile until finally, the photographer reached the top. The view was astonishing. There was nothing but cloud after cloud, the lights of the village below reflecting through them so wonderfully.

“I wish that I was there” Hiyoko said to him, stretching out her arms as she did so “I want to feel the cold wind underneath my arms” “I do too” “So, let’s do it!”

Before he could even figure out a reply to that Hiyoko was gone, returning seconds later with a large desk fan, she turned it on to the highest speed which caused the branches of the large Christmas tree in front of them to rustle angrily. But, it was perfect. Nageki stood up, closed his eyes, stretched out his wings, and leaned forward a little. Like this, he could pretend he was above that mountain and embracing the powerful winds. Winds that made him feel so free. He just wanted to flap his wings and fly above those clouds in the picture. But, no matter how powerful his imagination was, Nageki already knew he couldn’t. That didn’t mean he couldn’t just enjoy the feel though. Flying for birds was a natural thing that they all took for granted, none of them embracing how much fun it could be.

After what seemed like an eternity, Nageki folded his light brown wings back into his side, in response to the rustling sound they made Hiyoko turned off the fan.

“Thanks, Hiyoko, that was amazing…This book is amazing” “It doesn’t stop there!” Hiyoko smiled brilliantly, moving to get the backpack that has apparently been sitting beside her all this time to pull out a large plastic food container.

“I asked Mr Nanaki to make us the food in this book. It took four months, three house fires, and one food-tasting trail with Miru and Kaku for him to get it right”

“Hiyoko…That is very thoughtful but I’m a ghost, I can’t eat”

“Yeah but you can smell, and if you understand a smell well enough then you can taste it” she replied and even though Nageki didn’t know how he felt about that logic, he didn’t have the heart to argue or question it.

“Alright, I will try…What else do you have?” “I’m glad you asked! I’ve got two travel books in my backpack and I thought we’d travel through the world together underneath this tree while we or rather I eat” “Let the adventure begin” Nageki smiled wishing for the first time that night that he was indeed solid because right now, he’d give anything to snuggle beside Hiyoko while she showed him the world beyond the library.

For now, though, he’ll just enjoy this new adventure beyond his boundaries with her…

….Fin….

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maximusblack-hp · 6 months

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Loras Tyrell x OC Male

Technically an Self-insert

He knows which universe he’s in, from his last life he remembers pirating the three-season shows and having to look away from the screen every other second due to his confusion about what he was seeing. As if he knew he shouldn’t be watching for his age.

He was supposed to be killed as an infant but instead, he was safe by his only uncle. Turns out he wasn’t the only reincarnated but so was his half-brother Jon Snow known now as Jaehaerys III Targaryen. Then there is also his uncle Viserys III Targaryen and his aunt Daenerys Targaryen. His aunt is technically the third of her name but apparently, it only counts if the person before you was a ruler. There has never been a female Targaryen ruler so therefore she is considered the first of her name.

The four of them are reincarnated and they have this theory it’s due to their Targaryen blood. It’s not that far of a stretch after all Targaryen can command dragons, walk through fire, and have visions of future or past events.

All of them seem to be immune to fire but Viserys is the only one who feels pain from it and sensitivity to light. He and Daenerys have visions but Daenerys focuses on the past while his focus is on the future. Jaehaerys has a mental link to all of them. He’s practically the medical version of a phone call.

Viserys who is the oldest among them whether in this life or the last will never stop being flabbergasted on how long it took for them to realize they all had past life memories. Maybe it's an old age superiority complex Aegon doesn’t really know. Though Aegon and Daenerys died very young in their last life so they don’t really feel that deep connection to the past like Viserys and Jaehaerys are.

Aegon has this theory that their memories aren’t due to their Targaryen blood but due to their connection with the world they’re in. In one way or another, they recognize this world from one source of media to another from their worlds.

In Daenerys’ World, it was a cartoon for kids about dragons and royalty. In his world, it was a three-volume novel with a three-season show about Dothraki and Sullied fighting against the hierarchy. Though really it was just a premise for NSFW content instead of any actual real plot.

In Jaehaerys’ world, it was a comic about ice monster zombies that could only be killed by fire from a dragon fire. And due to the Targaryens being extinct the nation as a whole was screwed. There were even plans in the making to adapt it into a post-apocalyptic movie of what happens to the ancestors of the main characters' kids in the comics who manage to get over the seas.

Then there is Viserys’ world, the one with the most complex version of the story. When Aegon first asked Viserys about it he got a 10-hour rant about how much it sucked and that he hated it except for the Dothraki and Dragons. Although Viserys seems to hate this world he is oddly very passionate about, with his so-called ‘hate.’ Then again there is a very thin line between love and hate.

Aegon is just happy that the craziness of this world seems to be in a calm trance. Though he knows it won’t last for long but he’s content. He is to be crowned soon by his uncle, no longer needing to hide his true identity or the person he loves.

Everyone knows that Lores is his lover and future spouse and there is nothing they can do. It’s nothing new among Targaryens and it doesn’t matter as long as there is a blood heir. Which shouldn’t be a problem for him since apparently his cousin Rhaegal was birthed by Viserys. The number of secrets among the Targaryen bloodline will never cease to amaze them.

It might take a while before he and Loras have children, if anything it’s shocking it hasn’t happened yet. From how often they fucked like bunnies in the heat but then again he needs to bottom for it to happen. Ageon is willing to do it but it will take a while for him to get Loras to agree since his lover loves Bottoms and never thought of them ever doing it the other way around.

Sighing, Aegon turns around to snuggle Loras’ body under him while giving a kiss to Loras' bruised nape from all the love mites on it. It’s too early for him to worry about other events he’ll deal with later. And not on his own for he no longer needs to hide who he is whether be it his identity or who he beds.

#game of thrones #a song of ice and fire #Loras Tyrell x Male #Loras Tyrell x Aegon III Targaryen #More of a Self-Insert/Reincarnated OC #One-Shot #More world building than romance #1000 words or less #loras tyrell #Loras Tyrell x male reader

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pierregazly · 8 months

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i think i may do a half smau/half blurb for the george x motogp!reader based on yesterday’s dnf (thank u for the inspo george sorry u crashed 🫣)

#i saw that and i was like…. honestly it could WORK #probably won’t be long tho #less than 1000 words

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eyenaku · 8 months

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guys read my fic its so fkn stupid

#ao3 #fnaf daycare attendant #its also less than 1000 word omgee a bite size read

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imma-dragon53 · 8 months

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Hey. I wrote a thing. Just a short lil Drabble about Kotallo and Beta playing strike. check it out.

#horizon forbidden west #beta sobeck #marshal kotallo #kotallo #horizon zero dawn #erend vanguardsman #erend is here too #this is my first fanfic #so bit nervous #it really is so short #is drabble less than 100 words or 1000?

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sideblogforcrimpy-plus · 1 month

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Opening my drafts/fic ideas and hunting through them like you do the pantry/fridge when looking for food

#I've added about 1000 words to a Moreid one that's partial case fic (human leather books were so morbidly interesting #that the dark of that in my mind went 'put it with this sad Moreid plan we never thoughts we'd expand on'#can you tell I'm tired? typis #anyways #and now I'm longingly reading things I've dreamed up over the last #/checks dates/#three years and wondering where the rest of the the fucken #plan is #and #I haven't written them #i have #24 google docs for CM focs #some are idea compilations #some are less than a oage of thoughts #and some are multiple pages mixed actual writing and dot points #at least I expanded on existing ones instead of starting another new one again

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vokriid · 2 years

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for yall who wanted an explanation on the Cyrodiilic religion

this post may be disjointed and repetitive bc I’m tired af but if your first TES game was Skyrim, then 1) same here, 2) 90% of TES lore is really confusing, complicated, ridiculous, and mostly boring, especially because a lot of lore comes from stuff that got retconned as the franchise went on, but that either fans or devs wanted to make sense in the world-building.

okay, so there are multiple religions worshipped on Tamriel during any and every era, but in most games, the biggest is the Cyrodiilic. the state religion of Cyrodiil is the, uh, Cyrodiilic Pantheon, or the worship of the Divines. the overall religion was codified (founded) by St. Alessia, who basically combined a bunch of local religious traditions together, made them as similar as she could, and decided official names and such. the main deities are: Akatosh (the most prominent deity and chief of the other deities), Arkay, Mara, Kynareth, Dibella, Julianos, Stendarr, Zenithar, and, after a certain point in time, Talos. the religion (especially once it has Talos) is often called the ‘imperial cult,’ and just keep in mind that it is the state religion of the Empire, not the only religion of the Empire. so while there are other religions in Tamriel, they’re mostly local, and the Cyrodiiic cult is present outside Cyrodiil bc, again, state religion.

so, just so we’re clear: the whole religion of the Divines is not native to Skyrim, it is native to mid- and southern Tamriel. eg: Christianity is not native to the Americas, but the largest Christian populations are the US and Brazil. also Islam isn’t native to the Middle East outside the Arabian peninsula*, but you can find it from the ME all the way to the Philippines.

so there are still a bunch of other religions in Tamriel. usually (not always!) religions are, uh, unrealistically consistent with race/culture/province. the Aldmer worshiped their pantheon, and that religion eventually split and separated into the various elven religions which we will not cover here bc they’re not relevant. what is relevant is that by the time of Skyrim, several of the provinces that were part of the Empire and had to at least give some official recognition to the Divines (though they probably weren’t forced to worship them, from what we can tell? though uh, still very much state sanctioned and protected), now have independence and no longer recognize the Divine pantheon. and, in fact, a lot of them are kinda bitter about being forced to recognize the conqueror who used the TES-equivalent of an atomic bomb against them as a god.

addendum: I FORGOT TO ACTUALLY INCLUDE SKYRIM. .............. later, then.

(end note: also, don’t read or listen to Michael Kirkbride. his writing - specifically how he does theology and philosophy - honestly just fucking sucks. it’s pretty much just really, really, really fucking bad esotericism wrapped in layers of what the average high school-age redditor thinks Nietzsche’s philosophy is. there, I’ve just saved you so much time and effort.)

#the elder scrolls #skyrim #tamriel #tes lore #elder scrolls #tes #teslore #*okay if you try to WELL ACTUALLY the origin of Islam on my TES blog I will simply have to beat you with a cricket bat #we're talking about bad video game worldbuilding and bad video game worldbuilding ONLY #look I hate MK's writing bc his is 1000% more pretentious than literally any historical philosopher I've ever read #also less coherent than any of them and that list includes fucking Duns Scotus: the origin of the word 'dunce'#okay we're talking about bad video game writing AND Duns Scotus BUT THAT'S IT

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