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fluffyartbl0g · 1 year
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Holy crap this is like world record breaking pace guys
Speedrun/Time Travel AU masterlist
#speedrun au#one piece#time travel au#op fanart#sabo#monkey d. luffy#portgas d. ace#asl brothers#time travel aus are my favourite trope for any fandom's fanfic#but this especially is why i want it for one piece#because I needed ace to die in canon. luffy NEEDED to get that wake up call and his whole crew NEEDED badly to get stronger#but ace is so much more than just a plot device for luffy... he was a person who was loved by so many people because#he made so many people happy#if luffy and his crew travelled back in time... they wouldn't need to worry anymore about their strength#Ace could live you know....#He could meet sabo while he was an adult#sabo could meet ACE while he was an adult#ALSO SIDE NOTE BUT SABO ALSO REMEMBERS THE TIME TRAVEL SHENANIGANS!!! but def not as well as any of the strawhats#i think the thing he remembers most is what he felt when he regained his memories in the first timeline#u guys... this comic was so vivid in my mind i HAD to draw it out... like i was planning on doin other time travel au comics before#but like I HAD to draw this because i had such intense ASL feelings#I tried to think if Ace would just start cussing sabo out cause like WHY DID YOU LET US THING U WERE DEAD ; - ;??? WHY DIDNT U CONTACT US??#but i think ace is really tired... like he's been worrying about luffy... and suddenly his brother starts uncharacteristically start#full out bawling in his arms... and he's really confused right now but both of his brothers are here and they're both crying#so there's really only one thing he can do#anyways i hope u enjoyed the comic#op spoilers#<- oops forgot to add that my b
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foolishlovers · 5 months
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MUTUAL PINING FIC RECS: Below you'll find a list of Good Omens fics in which Aziraphale and Crowley are pining for each other.
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you play with my feelings (right from the start) by PenroseSun (G, 3k)
There were three things of which Crowley was absolutely certain: 1. Aziraphale, being an angel, was required to be kind and loving towards all things, even when those things were flawed or sinful or fallen. 2. Notwithstanding that obligatory kindness, Aziraphale would never, and could never truly love a demon, in any meaningful sense. 3. Despite this, Crowley was desperately, hopelessly, in love with him.
For To Quench My Thirst by apliddell (G, 6k)
After moving to Sussex with Aziraphale, Crowley is trying so hard to be satisfied with friendship and the suddenly beautiful life he already has.
Slow by write_away (T, 9k)
It started like this: A boy with the ability to warp reality met an angel and a demon and he made assumptions. You might say it started like this: An angel and a demon found a marriage contract hung on the wall of the angel's bookshop. They didn't question it. It also could have started like this: Once upon a time, the angel told the demon he went too fast. The demon took it to heart.   Aziraphale and Crowley find themselves somehow married. Crowley fears going too fast. Aziraphale forges ahead. Neither know how to ask questions of each other.
got a pretty face, pretty boyfriend too by KissMyAsthma, leukozyna (T, 9k)
Aziraphale and Crowley are next-door neighbours. They’ve been attracted to each other since they met. The only thing keeping them apart is a thin wall between their bedrooms and Atticus and Freddie, Aziraphale’s and Crowley’s respective life partners… or are they? A human AU glued together by misunderstandings and wet food.
speed limits (and how to break them) by darcylindbergh (E, 13k)
There is a trick people do with a mint candy and a bottle of cola which results in a small eruption, and something very like it, for much higher stakes than a laugh in a car park, is about to take place in Aziraphale’s back room. Or: what happens when you finally unscrew the cap on a six thousand years of repression, and drop in Valentine’s Day.
Something We Were Withholding Made Us Weak by triedunture (M, 17k)
"Yes, exactly. Retire." Aziraphale reaches for the last remaining tartlet brimming with summer berries. "Somewhere along the south coast, perhaps." Or: Crowley and Aziraphale learn to move in tandem.
32 Questions That Lead To Love by ffonippop (E, 32k)
”First formulated in 1997, [32] questions to fall in love is a study by psychologist Dr. Arthur Aron which took place at Stony Brook University, New York. The aim? Speeding up the creation of intimacy between two strangers.” The Cosmopolitan Okay, fine. Crowley was 32-Questions-That-Lead-To-Love-ing Aziraphale. Sue him. He had no expectations, all right? Just, an innocent curiosity.
Flowers From The Grave Of Our Friendship by WaitingToBeBroken (E, 50k)
Crowley is very good at temptation, not so good with what comes afterwards. Aziraphale knows demons don't love so he is happy to take anything Crowley would give him. Both of them are too blind to realize the thing they want is right in front of them.
Fledging by FeralTuxedo (M, 53k)
Cool Dad was at the school gate again. Clambering out of his ridiculous sports car like a great big spider, all black denim and designer sunglasses. What a prat. He made his way towards the entrance, followed by his equally lanky son. All the mums' eyes were on him. Which was fine. At least they weren't staring at Aziraphale for a change. Cool Dad high-fived his son goodbye, because of course he did, then sauntered back to his car. Making it look so bloody easy. Aziraphale Fell is much too young to be looking after eleven-year old Pepper. He barely has his life together as it is, with his minimum-wage job and a half-baked dream of trading rare books for a living. And as if adopting a recently bereaved pre-teen isn’t enough, there are some rather more adult problems to navigate: playground politics, the shadows of his own childhood, and the growing question of how Crowley, the only other dad at the school gate, feels about him. A human AU/kid fic.
Style and Substance by Cabernet_Woebegone (E, 89k)
“But y’know, if my boss finds out I’m helping you even a little, they’re gonna throw me out on my ass.” “Yes, I understand it is a bit of a conflict of interest for you… Is there something I can offer you in return? Something you would like?” Aziraphale questioned hopefully. You, Crowley thought loudly as he took a second sip. I want to know if you moan when you kiss the same way you do when you try something delicious. I want to know if your lips taste like Zinfandel. “Yes, actually.” Aziraphale is having difficulty running his restaurant, and it isn't helping that he believes the place across the street is trying to sabotage him. To his surprise, chef Crowley comes to him on friendly terms. Together they come up with an arrangement that could benefit them both.
On Espionage and Prophecy (or How to Accidentally, but Wholly, Fall in Love With a Soho Bookseller) by RockSaltAndRoll (E, 133k)
1941 is the London Blitz and the year that MI5 really comes into its own with the now infamous ‘double cross’ system. The service keep tabs on suspects, root out enemy agents and try to turn them into doubles. Anthony J Crowley is fucking great at this job. He can be sneaky, underhanded and damn ruthless but also charming and kind. It’s what makes him good at turning. Aziraphale is just a regular Soho bookseller who loves his shop and books and good food and wine when he’s approached by a woman claiming to be MI5, wanting to recruit him for espionage. The poor man is too trusting and gets the shock of his life when he’s approached by a charming but dangerous-looking man also claiming to be MI5. Crowley recruits Aziraphale to double cross a double crosser and Aziraphale takes to espionage like a duck to water. Danger, hijinks, and sex ensue.
Old Vines by sevdrag (E, 189k)
A.Z. Fell, one of the most respected names in wine and food blogging, has been sent on assignment with his assistant Warlock Dowling to spend six months in California Wine Country. Under direction (by his boss, Gabriel) to use this experience to double his blog followers and write a novel, Aziraphale is both excited and anxious about the opportunity. Anthony J. Crowley is the owner and viticulturalist of Ecdyses, a winery that unexpectedly fell into his lap eleven years ago when he hit rock bottom. He may be in debt, yeah, but he’s paying off his loans — and despite pressure from his lenders and their team of inspectors, Crowley has found a kind of contentment tending his little corner of terroir and producing extraordinary wine. Crowley’s old vines are the heart of his vineyard, and he’s never let anyone in. Crowley finds Aziraphale intriguing; Aziraphale finds Crowley enthralling. Turns out a famous wine expert and an experienced viticulturalist can still learn things from each other. The summer of 2019 unfolds.
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Good whatever-time-of-the-day-is-over-there. Here's a new thing. I played a little with their characterisation in this one. Stay safe out there. Enjoy 💜
Lance is bothered. And what's worse, Fernando is bothered that Lance is bothered. Not that caring about someone is wrong or strange and, while personally it isn't his MO, neither is caring about your teammates.
No, Fernando cares because of reasons that are still not clear. And that's what is driving him mad. And also the frown on Lance's face, but he'll face one problem at a time.
First point on the list, why does he care about this kid.
It had been easy signing the contract, even when Lawrence had heavily hinted at his mentor's duties.
He obviously had heard about Lawrence's son, about his achievements in the minor categories, and his average results in Formula 1.
And he couldn't escape the rumours about his rich spoiled kid behaviour, his lack of a strong personality or his evident disinterest in the sport.
Hell, he had even met the guy in the paddock before arriving at Aston Martin.
And then he met Lance, with his goofy smile, his sweet personality, his seriousness about the job, the fire that burnt when getting inside the car and the evident hard created persona for the media that completely melted when in private, the spark of a prankster spirit with Mick and Esteban.
(Ugh, he already couldn't stand the Frenchman when they were teammates, and now it was even worse when he saw how close the two young men were.)
The point is, when he started he didn't think highly of baby Stroll, and now here he is, knocking on the door of Lance's hotel room, because there is something wrong with the Canadian, and that meant Fernando cares because. Just. Because.
So, here he is, ready to find out what's going on.
He hears some muffled words behind the door, and then it's opened by Lance, his hair really messy and his shorts really short.
He is slowly losing his mind, when the younger one starts talking.
"Hey, Fernando. Do you come here often?" he says, languid and with those big doe eyes of his.
Fernando is completely baffled. They don't flirt, that's not how they are. He is usually the one that lightly teases Lance, just to see him blushing, and jokes around, just to see his smile and make sure that he is happy, but nothing more than that. He doesn't understand this sudden change.
Lance must see his confusion on his face, because he chuckles and shakes his head.
"Sorry, just the painkillers, they are kicking my ass. Also I'm tired as fuck and I'm really thirsty" he says, with an adorable snort.
Lance isn't exactly shy, but he has always seemed to like keeping to himself, and to contribute to a conversation rather than starting it. All this openness and honesty are very surprising, and somehow even a little bit worrying.
"Don't worry. You ok?"
And Fernando is winning dumbest person ever, because the answer is staring right at him, eyes glassy and unnaturally red cheeks, the aura of sweat and sick all over Lance. But the younger doesn't stop smiling.
"Yeah, it's all good, just high temperature and sore wrists"
And that's what Fernando had first noticed. Lance had been particularly careful with his wrists all day, never actually wrapping them in bandages, but massaging and rubbing them continuously, discomfort clear on his face.
ok, now you know, now you can leave he thinks, but something won't make him move. He had always been attentive, after all.
"You have a fever?" he asks, starting to worry.
Lance shrugs, but everything about him is screaming tired and sick.
"It's nothing serious, really" as he says this, Lance has to grip the door because of the sudden dizziness.
Fernando, now seriously worrying, just stares at him, until the other sighs.
"Ok, it may be a little bit serious, but everything is fine. I just need some sleep. Goodnight" and goes to close the door, but Fernando is faster. He puts his foot in between the door and its frame.
"Let me help you" he simply says.
He finds himself being looked through as if he was inconsistent by Lance's unfocused eyes. And then they refocus, and they are starting deep into his soul.
"Why?" Lance says simply, and Fernando feels like this is a test. Lance won't let him in if he fails, and Fernando has no intention of failing.
"Can see you're not well. Want to help. Because... I care" the admission tears something in him, something that has been hardened after all the years on track. Something that starts feeling warm and light and bright when Lance smiles softly and lets him in.
He enters and then closes the door, leaving behind the last vestiges of embarrassment and doubt. He has a job, a mission, and he won't make mistakes nor disappoint.
Looking around, the only sign of life is the crumpled blanket on the couch.
"You were sleeping on that?" ask Fernando, looking at the small sofa and his tall teammate.
"It was closer to the door" answers the other, shrugging again.
"Must have been uncomfortable" because even if it was of the right size, which it wasn't, it still looks stiff and leather cold.
"What's a little more pain when your whole body tingles and your wrists feel on fire?"
It's the simplicity with which Lance speaks, as if nothing bothers him, as if pain is inevitable and he shouldn't complain. That doesn't sit right with Fernando. Lance deserves the world's softest blankets, its warmest beds and its coziest socks. Fernando could give him everything. Fernando wants to give him everything. That's terrifying. But admitting it is also freeing, somehow.
soul shattering revelations later, nurse duty now he thinks, not without fondness.
Fernando follows Lance to his bed, and when the taller man just falls into the bed, not bothering with his clothes or the sheets, Nando realises he's going to have to work hard. He's always loved a good challenge.
Fernando reaches for the other's luggage, easily finding his pajama and fresh underwear. Then he returns to the side of the bed.
"Now, get up. Take a shower, dry, new clothes and bed. Can you do it?"
He infuses a bit of a challenge at the end, just to rile the man up.
What he doesn't expect is Lance's laugh at his words.
"Dude, I can't feel my legs. I'm not gonna reach the bathroom on them. I think I'll just skip everything and just go to bed" he says, burrowing further into the covers, which still aren't actually covering him.
"Ok, I'll help you" he says, as if it's something they do normally.
Fernando basically drags Lance to the bathroom, sitting him on the closed lid of the toilet. When he looks at Lance's face, he worries. It is redder than before, and his eyes are strangely focused on his arm for no apparent reason.
"Lance, everything ok?" he is starting to feel like a mother hen, but Lance's behaviour is really messing him up. And his answer really doesn't help.
"So strong" says Lance, completely spaced out and lightly stroking his bicep.
The caress is absolutely doing nothing to him, no sir.
Fernando gently takes Lance's hand, and waits until his eyes are focused on him.
"It's ok. Just a quick shower and then to bed, no?"
Lance nods, but Fernando can tell he's not completely there. So he quickly removes his clothes, leaving the underwear, and after turning on the water at a lukewarm temperature, he guides him into the bath.
It's not even ten seconds later that Lance starts shaking. Fernando is immediately grabbing his hand.
"What's going on, Lance? What's wrong?"
"The water... Is hot... It hurts" he is shivering and biting his bottom lip so hard Fernando can already see blood.
"Lance I need you to listen to me. The water is not hot. Your body is not feeling it right. Let me wash you and then it's the bed" he says, feeling like he is kicking a puppy, but he knows the lukewarm bath will help Lance in the long run. So he washes him as fast as he can, and then turns off the water. He starts wrapping the younger man in the preheated towel, gentle and careful.
He can see the other is losing himself faster than he'd like. So, when Lance seems dry enough, he wastes no time taking off his boxers and putting on a new pair, without peeking, he swears.
All dressed up, he carries him to the bed, where the other can finally sleep under the covers. He's just about to go get Lance some water, when the other starts.
"Thank you,,, for being here,,, but don't leave,,, it hurts" he says with his eyes closed and a pained frown, his breath moving his chest with a staccato rhythm.
Fernando kneels on the floor, so he is face to face with Lance, and starts stroking his hair.
"Am not leaving. Just going to get some water, then we sleep. I know it hurts, but it's going to be ok. Trust me" and the last sentence came out more like a question, and he worries for a second. Then he sees the other relax before opening his eyes and looking him in the eyes, whispering "Always" and closing them.
Fernando feels a weight lifting from his chest, but also a growing responsibility. For the first time in a while, he isn't scared of committing to whatever this is.
He shakes his head, a soft smile gracing his face, before standing up and retrieving two bottles of water from the mini fridge in the kitchenette.
He deposits them, one on each of the nightstands, and lies on the free side of the bed.
He tries to keep a modicum of distance, but Lance is having none of it. He simply turns towards him, and hugs him, reminding Nando of an overgrown squid.
He is out like a light in five seconds flat.
cute, he thinks, and for the first time in what seems like months of their dance, Fernando allows himself to properly drink Lance's sight, his long eyelashes and his strong nose and his pink mouth, slightly open in his sleep. He allows himself to think about how he likes being with the other man, how he likes to make him laugh, how he can't stand seeing him upset.
He allows himself to simply be, to simply feel whatever he feels for Lance. And it feels good.
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chronoslovers · 4 months
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suckening episode 5 spoilers
i find shilo such an interesting character so far, the way bizly roleplays him is so captivating and it's really clear that he's thinking about everything going on in his head. i absolutely LOVE the way he's portrayed when upset (alongside vtm's idea that vampires cry blood) after he finds out about his mothers death. going back into that isolation after wanting to go outside for his whole life? time and time again shilo is shown that LA and the rest of the world is cruel and not what he thought it was - but he still pushes forward! he's actually so so brave. the contrast between him sobbing in the closet of the motel to being the only one to follow the unseen ones instructions, even when he's taunted with a depiction of his just-dead mother? sickening. while arthur opens his eyes because he's worried for shilo (and emizel opens his eyes because hes, well, emizel) shilo stays dedicated and proper to their goal of gaining information. and then having to sacrifice a memory of his mother to get the other two back? at the start of the campaign i loved shilo but i thought that his selfishness (letting guards be killed so that he can explore and gain information) would be his primary character arc. but after episode 5 i'm convinced that he's wholly selfless; perhaps just a little naive? his arc may be coming to terms with his mother and bonding with emizel while finding out that life outside the castle Can be kind. really excited to see where he goes from here. just the mental image of him walking bravely through the unseen one's domain has really stuck with me and made me love him even more than before. because he's also super silly! he's so entertaining to listen to as he discovers things about the outside world, ESPECIALLY now emizel has come into play as his twin brother. they really bounce off of each other well and i love that they're able to bond. it will be interesting to see how their dynamic plays out from here, emizel clearly isn't as emotionally comforting or intelligent which i think is something that shilo kinda needs. i believe that arthur will come out of his brooding shell to provide that though. and then we have such a wonderful found family dynamic at play.
this wasn't the most Coherent, i'll need to relisten to the episode to make a better post on how he's gotten to this point and fully dive into his character, motivations and relationships with those around him. but i just love shilo so much man. he totally needs a break but i fear he may not get one for a while.
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tremorsmackenzie · 10 months
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one of the best things about agents of shield is that it does all of the tropes, way over the top trauma, character revivals, alternate reality plots, evil versions of characters, betrayals, mind control, time travel plots, etc., things which are usually done either way too seriously or as a cheap joke/low effort filler content that sometimes doesnt fit the tone or show it happens in at all.
but it does them properly the way theyre supposed to be, integrating them into its world, and it shows why they are actually popular and that they work if you spend any real effort on them and try to do them justice instead of always playing them as a cliché trope.
yeah, its an interesting storyline to see the goodhearted main character be turned evil against their will and then deal with the fallout. whod have thunk.
and at the same time it manages to not lose the kind of campy feel associated with them, in a really charming way. i dont know if im making sense, i just waited for a really long time for someone to actually do these things right cause they have so much potential, and they usually dont get to explore it beyond very superficial levels.
agents of shield is awesome. fin.
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glendover · 10 months
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something something about Aaron thinking Kevin only uses him bc he can’t have Andrew while Kevin is heart eyes head over heels in love with Aaron
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actual-changeling · 12 days
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Post-Chimera fic with a moment similar to Ellen asking Mulder about having a significant other but it's Scully having to grapple with that question.
Maybe she picks him up at the airport (she misses him & also he almost got drowned so she's even more concerned—what if he didn't get himself checked out, what if EMTs missed something, what if there's still water in his lungs and he develops pneumonia, what if...) and gets roped into a conversation by someone waiting to pick up their partner.
"Are you waiting for your husband, too?"
"He's my—"
Husband. Well. No but not no. Technically no, but Mulder is still Someone and the most important person in her life, so—yes?
Scully doesn't want to lie but she can't decide if it's really a lie when the sentiment behind the word is true, when the weight of what Mulder is to her is not just equal to a spouse but even more than that. She panics a little a lot, and the words get away from her.
"He's mine."
It should sound odd or overly possessive but, somehow, it doesn't. It sounds right. Whatever it is they are, they both know—without having to say it out loud—that they belong to each other in a fundamental, can't-imagine-myself-without-you way.
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m4gp13 · 5 months
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My sister just started rewatching one of those old serials we used to watch ages ago, namely Class of the Titans, and now that I'm incredibly deep into greek mythology and pjo, it's hitting way harder than it did in 2007
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aerltarg · 2 months
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thinking again about my sad boys, aegon and rhaegar, the dragonbane and the last dragon, being depressed since childhood, finding solace in their happy ladies, daenaera and lyanna. but while aegon's older siblings died, rhaegar lost his younger ones. but hey, at least aegon got to be close to his dear younger bro viserys! meanwhile, rhaegar just couldn't have a chance to build any proper relationship with his younger bro viserys, with everything between them. also to think that daeron the young dragon was aegon and daenaera's son and jon, rhaegar and lyanna's son, admired him and considered him one of his heroes... oh bless them, i love them so much
[...] As she stood before the king that Maiden’s Day, clad in pale white silk, Myrish lace, and pearls, her long hair shining in the torchlight and her cheeks flush with excitement, Daenaera was but six years old, yet so beautiful she took the breath away. The blood of Old Valyria was strong in her, as is oft seen in the sons and daughters of the seahorse; her hair was silver laced with gold, her eyes as blue as a summer sea, her skin as smooth and pale as winter snow. “She sparkled,” Mushroom says, “and when she smiled, the singers in the galley rejoiced, for they knew that here at last was a maid worthy of a song.” Daenaera’s smile transformed her face, men agreed; it was sweet and bold and mischievious, all at once. Those who saw it could not fail to think, “Here is a bright, sweet, happy little girl, the perfect antidote to the young king’s gloom.” (Fire & Blood)
When Aegon III returned her smile and said, “Thank you for coming, my lady, you look very pretty,” even Lord Unwin Peake surely must have known that the game was lost. (Fire & Blood)
[...] Hope and good feeling reigned over the Red Keep as the new year dawned. Though younger than her predecessor, Queen Daenaera was a happier child, and her sunny nature did much to lighten the king’s gloom…for a while, at the least. Aegon III was seen about the court more often than had been his wont, and even left the castle on three occasions to show his bride such sights as the city offered (though he refused to take her to the Dragonpit, where Lady Rhaena’s young dragon, Morning, made her lair). His Grace seemed to take a new interest in his studies, and Mushroom was oft summoned to entertain the king and queen at supper (“The sound of the queen’s laughter was like music to this fool, so sweet that even the king was known to smile”). (Fire & Blood)
[...] “But I am not certain it was in Rhaegar to be happy.” “You make him sound so sour,” Dany protested. “Not sour, no, but… there was a melancholy to Prince Rhaegar, a sense…” The old man hesitated again. “Say it,” she urged. “A sense…?” “…of doom. He was born in grief, my queen, and that shadow hung over him all his days.” Viserys had spoken of Rhaegar's birth only once. Perhaps the tale saddened him too much. “It was the shadow of Summerhall that haunted him, was it not?” “Yes. And yet Summerhall was the place the prince loved best. He would go there from time to time, with only his harp for company. Even the knights of the Kingsguard did not attend him there. He liked to sleep in the ruined hall, beneath the moon and stars, and whenever he came back he would bring a song. When you heard him play his high harp with the silver strings and sing of twilights and tears and the death of kings, you could not but feel that he was singing of himself and those he loved.” (ASOS, Daenerys IV)
“At the welcoming feast, the prince had taken up his silver-stringed harp and played for them. A song of love and doom, Jon Connington recalled, and every woman in the hall was weeping when he put down the harp.” (ADWD, The Griffin Reborn)
“The dragon prince sang a song so sad it made the wolf maid sniffle.” (ASOS, Bran II)
“By night the prince played his silver harp and made her weep. When she had been presented to him, Cersei had almost drowned in the depths of his sad purple eyes.” (AFFC, Cersei V)
“No one knew,” said Meera, “but the mystery knight was short of stature, and clad in ill-fitting armor made up of bits and pieces. The device upon his shield was a heart tree of the old gods, a white weirwood with a laughing red face.” (ASOS, Bran II)
“Whoever he was, the old gods gave strength to his arm. [...] the common folk cheered lustily for the Knight of the Laughing Tree, as the new champion soon was called. When his fallen foes sought to ransom horse and armor, the Knight of the Laughing Tree spoke in a booming voice through his helm, saying, 'Teach your squires honor, that shall be ransom enough.'” (ASOS, Bran II)
“He could hear her still at times. Promise me, she had cried, in a room that smelled of blood and roses. Promise me, Ned. The fever had taken her strength and her voice had been faint as a whisper, but when he gave her his word, the fear had gone out of his sister’s eyes. Ned remembered the way she had smiled then, how tightly her fingers had clutched his as she gave up her hold on life, the rose petals spilling from her palm, dead and black.” (AGOT, Eddard I)
“Robert will never keep to one bed,” Lyanna had told him at Winterfell, on the night long ago when their father had promised her hand to the young Lord of Storm’s End. “I hear he has gotten a child on some girl in the Vale.” Ned had held the babe in his arms; he could scarcely deny her, nor would he lie to his sister, but he had assured her that what Robert did before their betrothal was of no matter, that he was a good man and true who would love her with all his heart. Lyanna had only smiled. “Love is sweet, dearest Ned, but it cannot change a man’s nature. (AGOT, Eddard IX)
“It was said that Rhaegar had named that place the tower of joy.” (AGOT, Eddard X)
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lemotmo · 1 month
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Me, every time I open AO3 and I see a new 'Eddie jealous of Buck and Tommy, but keeping quiet about it, because he loves to see Buck happy with his boyfriend.'
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Give me all the jealous pining Eddie fics! I will gobble them up like candy.
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emily-mooon · 8 months
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Nothing to see here, just a 1960s Jancy sketch.
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cobaltfluff · 2 months
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YEEEEESSS LETSGOOOO IT'S BEEN 10000 YEARS!!! FINALLY!!! MORE FALLING INTO DARKNESS!! KINDNESS AS A FATAL FLAW!!! GETTING POSSESSED AND FIGHTING YOUR FORMER BESTIE!!! MY FAVOURITE TROPES!!!! THANK YOU FOR THE FOOD UTSUMI-SAMA I AM FEASTING SO WELL 🙏🙏🙏
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always-amity · 8 days
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Shitty 15 minute doodle done on the bus today because O Superman by Laurie Anderson came on my play list and I was like "This is so Furious Core"
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Also debut of my Young Furious design I guess.
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tenpintsof-sundrop · 2 months
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you've heard of 'enemies to lovers'. you've heard of 'right person, wrong time'.
but one of my favourite tropes ever is 'soulmates doing their hardest to avoid the inevitable (the inevitable being - falling hopelessly in love)'. (they likely avoid it more because of being hurt by past traumas and being emotionally damaged).
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lemonlurkrr · 11 months
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maybe. maybe I have a thing for stories that revolve around multiple protagonists from a shared bloodline whose nicknames are mostly the same
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sparfloxacin · 2 days
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hiiiiiiiiii <3 just popping in to tell ya how this week all I've been thinking about it Aleksi struggling to come to terms with the fact he's maybe not as straight as the thought he was, or maybe he has suspected something and/or has had minor crushes on men before but they've been so small and insignificant and fleeting that he's been able to ignore them or whatever, but then he started feeling all kinds of stupid feelings for Olli that simply wouldn't go away and he couldn't just brush them off and he was confused and panicking (not least because he's alread in a relationship) and he starts acting wierd when he's with Olli while simultaneously trying to act as normal as he can, e.g. still agreeing to share a room with him on tour etc., which obviously only highlights how weird he's acting around Olli, so of course Olli notices this and after a while he confronts Aleksi about it and maybe they have a verbal fight about it because Aleksi keeps insisting he's not acting weird while Olli tells him he totally is, and eventually Aleksi becomes so frustrated (and also he can't help but notice how Olli's round cheeks turn adorably pink when he's angry) that he just kisses Olli, and Olli is very confused for a while and Aleksi wants to die because he thinks he's just made the biggest mistake of his life but then Olli grabs him again and kisses him and they kiss and they kiss and they kiss and--- 😭😭😭😭😭😭
...so yeah, thoughts? 👉👈
hellooooo yes yes yes yes yessss 😩😩
for some reason I’m also obsessed with this trope and to be honest spent probably way too much time thinking about it this week 😭
Aleksi acting weird around Olli while simultaneously trying to act as normal as he can sounds so spot-on 🤧 also trying to make excuses to be as close to Olli as possible but still being scared and internally panicking 😩
I love the idea of Aleksi getting so frustrated that he just thinks fuck it and kisses Olli aaaaa 😭💞 I can easily imagine Aleksi getting angry and/or frustrated, mostly at himself, for falling for Olli and when realizing he’s not as straight as he thought he was 🤧
I also think the streams and the chat play a major role in this!! Maybe he had been doubting himself for a while but didn’t really want to think about it because it’s scary and maybe he had also been crushing on Olli without realizing it until he started streaming and saw the chat and all the kids’ comments about Oleksi and people assuming he’s straight and all that 😩
sorry for rambling my head is so full of thoughts it’s hard to form coherent sentences sljhkhnslljhwmsk
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