#otp: you could have fooled me
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Otp: I want the whole damn thing & 5?
5. Angry Kiss
“April, what the hell are these?”
Jackson’s voice isn’t quite angry (not yet, anyway), just flat and tight, like he wants to sounds neutral but just can’t manage it; but when April turns to look at him, there’s bewilderment written across his face more than anything else as he stares down at the iPad she has so very stupidly left on the kitchen counter open and with the screen on.
A screen that is currently showing house and apartment listings around Boston.
Slowly, Jackson’s eyes lift to meet hers and she feels a guilty blush steal across her cheeks – which is almost immediately followed by a surge of irritation, because she doesn’t have anything to feel guilty over. And she finds it incredibly galling that he would look at her like that, with his eyes soft and confused and betrayed when he’s the one who –
“I was just browsing,” she blurts out, because she doesn’t want to think about that. Except that she already has, which is probably why she sounds so snappishly defensive. “I mean, I’ve got to look at some point, right?”
“What are you talking about?” His eyebrows are drawing down into a frown, and like a mirror of herself she can see the irritation building in him as well.
They’ve always been too good at that, reflecting their worst emotions back at each other.
“This was only ever temporary.”
April waves a hand, a gesture meant to encompass not just the kitchen but the entire house. A house they had started sharing when they first moved to Boston because that was easier than trying to find two places at the same time, but which was never meant to be her and Harriet’s permanent home here. Just his.
Except that it has become her home. Worse, it’s become theirs. It feels like cutting out a part of herself to say it isn’t, but how can she stay now?
“Did I do something? I know you’ve been mad about something for a while.”
She almost wants to laugh because of course he knew. No one has ever been able to see through her quite so easily as Jackson can. It used to frighten her, the way he seemed to strip her bare and see everything, all her fears and insecurities and hopes and dreams, with just a single glance. It also thrilled her, though she tried to deny that for the longest time.
At this particular moment it’s just making her angry, because how can he know her so well and still not understand?
“No, you didn’t –” She lets out a frustrated sigh. “I’m not mad at you.”
It’s mostly the truth. Okay, maybe she’s mad at him a little bit, but really she’s just mad at herself.
Because she thought that maybe they were –
But she was wrong. Of course she was wrong. That was made very clear last week, when she saw him looking cosy with some annoyingly long-legged blonde woman at the Foundation.
Intellectually, she knows it’s not Jackson’s fault. She may not have done anything wrong but neither did he, not really. They’re still divorced, and neither of them have ever mentioned dating or getting back together or anything of the sort. A few lingering looks here and there or flirtatious remarks don’t mean anything. They aren’t promises or declarations.
Still, she feels so stupid that it makes her want to scream with an anger that’s sharp and bright and far preferable to focus on than the hurt drumming at her insides.
“Could’ve fooled me,” Jackson says drily.
April glares at him. “I just thought that it’s about time Hattie and I found somewhere else.”
Jackson’s jaw tightens. “So when were you going to tell me? Or were you going to tell me? Was I just going to come home one day and find you both gone?”
“Of course not! I was going to tell you when I found a place. Why are you so pissed about it anyway? I thought you’d be glad to have some space back. Then you could bring all the blonde friends you want back here without us getting in the way.”
The words have spilled out before she can stop them, bitter and jealous. She bites down on her lip to stop herself saying any more but it’s too late. Jackson’s staring at her, his expression growing darker, and then suddenly he’s striding across the kitchen to stand right in front of her, towering above her so she has to crane her neck to look up at him.
“Blonde friends?” he says furiously. “That’s what this is about? I don’t know what makes me more angry, April, the fact that you saw me schmoozing someone who is considering making a huge donation to the Foundation and assumed I was hitting on her, or the fact that you didn’t talk to me about it and just decided to deal with it by moving out. I thought we were past this, the not talking to each other about things.”
April blinks, thrown for a moment by this new information and desperately trying to ignore the sudden, painful burst of hope radiating in her chest, then feels her cheeks warm as her thoughts catch up to what he’s saying.
“Oh, like you talk to me? If I made assumptions, maybe it’s because we’ve been in Boston for eight months and I still don’t know what you want from me, Jackson! You asked me here but I don’t know if it’s just because you didn’t want to be that far away from Harriet, or if you actually want me around –”
She doesn’t get a chance to say any more because Jackson cuts her off, catching her face between his hands and covering her mouth with his. It’s not a gentle kiss – they’re both still too angry for that – and his lips are almost bruising, insistent, each stroke of his mouth delivered with deliberate passion, like he’s making a point and wants to be very clear about it.
Maybe he is; she curls her fingers into his shirt and pulls him closer, kissing him back with equal fierceness, running her tongue over his bottom lip and then catching it between her teeth. Her heartbeat is roaring in her ears and she can hardly breathe, but she doesn’t care. She doesn’t want to breathe right now. She only wants to keep kissing him, to feel the fire that’s burning through the veins as she presses herself against him and gives in to the hunger and the longing that she’s been trying to bury for months.
Jackson lifts his mouth briefly, tilting his head the other way and between kisses he’s saying, “I want you. I have always wanted you. I will never not want you.”
She brings her arms up to wind them around his neck and whispers back, “I want you too. I want you so much, Jackson.”
Finally, when her head is swimming and her legs feel weak and shaky and like they might collapse any moment they break apart, though she keeps her arms around his neck and he brings his hands to her waist. They’re both breathing heavily, their eyes locked on each other, and April can feel her heart pounding against her ribs.
“I guess we both still need to get better at the talking thing,” Jackson says. “But let me start with saying that I don’t want you to go. I want you to stay here with me.”
April smiles. “Then I’ll stay.”
kiss prompts
#thanks anon!!#jackson avery#april kepner#japril#otp: I want the whole damn thing#my fic#kiss prompts
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20 Questions for Fic Writers
Tug by @marvellouslymadmim thank you so much me luv
Tagging @heathtrash @teapotteringabout @holdmecloser-gandydancer @womble1 @janetm74 @kiwi-cackles and YOU! and who else wants to do it! more questions under the read more
1. How many works do you have on A03?
48 (60 on fanfic)
2. What's your total A03 word count?
I've no idea, i messed up on my calculator and dont have the pactience to go back over it
3. What fandoms do you write for?
Currently Stingray and Thunderbirds.
and worst witch. its always worst witch
4. What are your top five fics by kudos?
Jabberjay-ded (128 vs 4 comments lol)
Little Wizard, The Broken Hand mirror, Mildred's Monstrous Misadventures, (ah yeah witching kind!) and I saw Seven Idiots.
5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
Fanfic.net dosnt let me reply any more??? but I do try to. even if its just a key smash and a thankyou. or if its an emoji spam i emoji spam back. I love those.
6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
Hm. The closest ones I could think of are Death's acquaintance and In grief we bake. I don't tend to do agnsty endings. even the sad ish ones are kind hopeful.
EDIT: JABBERYJAYED! I forgot!? litreally a hunger games fic ends up in devistation?? fool.
7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
I couldnt narrow it down so top 2: I saw 7 Dogs and Christmas Cards
8. Do you get hate on fics?
Onlya few times in the past. two of those times were Worst witch ship trolls and just deleted them. one was my fault, i got uppity with an 'UPDATE NOW' comment and user just went a few my other fics being rude. againn deleted.
9. Do you write smut?
write yes. post no. (not yet-!) :o
10. Do you write crossovers?
yes. Ive have a good half a dozen under my belt and a couple in the works.
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Not that I know of
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
angain no not that i know of.
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
No but I would count @teapotteringabout @kiwi-collideoscope and Princess Sammi as , the amount i've bouced ideas about with them.
14. What's your all-time favourite ship?
Mary Poppins and Bert. the OTP before i knew what the internet was.
15. What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
Froot, SEASICK and Cherrytree Carol. plus a bunch of WW ones. I keep picking them up but i feel like they might be left on the shelf a little longer.
16. What are your writing strengths?
Dialogue and character voices.
I also love mixing humour in too, even just a little sprinkle into sad bits and I think i do that quite well.
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
Plot bunnies. and not finishing current WIPS. Ive made a mountain of improvement on that frount but yeah posting chapters before before the fics even 50% done. To the point ive sequeals to fics that are only two lines of an epic.
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?
Massivise kudos who can do that. not my forte. The closest I've come is writing the odd burst of ASL and BSL for Unshackled and Chest Compressions, and a pinch of welsh for Lucretia’s Baller but as yet Hypothetical Birthday Cake.
19. First fandom you wrote for?
Corpse Bride (2005). a sad little fic for a le sad victor van dort.
20. Favourite fic you've ever written?
Ever? Probably have to Mildred's Montorus adventures.
but Your mother and Mine's got a special place in my heartjust cos family and the catharisis .
Thank you!!
#y know?#long post#the worst witch#worst witch#fanfiction#thunderfam#the adventure zone#mary poppins#stingray 1964#thunderbirds#thunderbirds are go#corspe bride#ask game#writers#taz balence#the hunger games
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Year of the OTP - June 2023 - Confession
(Time to yeet out a scene I've sat on too long. Altered dialogue from late Shadowbringers 5.0, in Amaurot at the last quest. 1035 words. References a few other previous writings.)
“Well, this has put everyone in a solemn mood, hasn't it? Honestly, we're not even sure this will be the end of it. But I suppose we should speak our minds when we have the opportunity. You taught me that much in Amh Araeng.”
Thancred took a breath. The air was still and damp. The letters were a weight in his coat, but there was no time, no opportunity for her to read them; he had squandered every chance. “So forgive me this moment of sentiment, Aeryn. By dragging me into this sorry mess, you've given me the chance to think and act as I should have…”
Say it. Tell her.
“...For Ryne's sake.”
True, but not the only truth to be said, bloody fool.
He swallowed. “Words cannot express how much this has changed my life, or how grateful I am for your support…”
He glanced at Ryne, so lost in her own thoughts she didn’t even look up to frown at nor encourage him. He sighed, reaching out and taking Aeryn’s hands in his. Aeryn looked at him, head tilting in her usual quizzical manner.
Gods, she looked brittle. Her white-streaked black hair looked like straw, her skin splotched with pale discoloration and seeming nearly translucent. Her eyes were perhaps the worst; he had always been fascinated by the changeable nature of her gray eyes, how they so expressed her moods even more than her frequent blushing. Now they were nearly colorless—yet still hers, her intellect and compassion still present.
I don’t have the right to say it. To add that pressure when she’s already close to cracking…
“Thancred?” Her voice was still her own, clear and strong.
He could not let those lessons go to waste. There may not be another chance, much as he prayed there would be. “That’s not all I wished to say,” he said quietly. The thick hush of the ghost city around them almost swallowed the words.
“Mayhap your bardic skills have grown rusty,” she teased gently with a strained smile.
He chuckled. “Indeed; I haven’t had much need to be a charmer—not when I would rather be guarding your back, and standing at your side, for as long as you will allow me.” He reached up to carefully cup her cheek, thumb brushing across her skin, wishing he could wipe that dreadful light away. Her eyes widened, darkening with emotion until they almost looked normal again. He smiled.
“After everything, after all of this, I want—I need you to know, Aeryn, that I am in love with you.”
She sucked in a sharp breath and went very still.
His pulse pounded in his ears, but he’d said it, by the gods.
“I know my timing could be better,” he said acerbically. “And I haven’t forgotten my promise.” The damnable promise she had asked the day before, as they had left the Ondo to journey across the sea floor. “If anything, it makes it more important that you know—that whatever you need, whatever you ask, I can do naught else.” He paused, seeing the mists gathering in her too-bright eyes. “Our circumstances are wretched, so you needn’t worry about saying aught in return, just—”
“But I love you too,” she blurted, then blinked in the way she did when she surprised herself.
Thancred froze, afraid for a moment that he held her too tight, staring at her, the hammering of his heart loud enough to call attention from the shades around them. He was vaguely aware of Ryne now watching.
“I...am in love with you,” Aeryn repeated, with a little sobbing laugh. “I think I have been for awhile, but I didn’t know how to say it. When to,” she shook her head. “Perhaps you weren’t the only one who needed to learn something in Amh Araeng.”
His heart crinkled. Somewhere up the street Alisaie called back to them, though he couldn’t make out the words. He lifted Aeryn’s hand, brushing his lips over the backs of her fingers. “No promises,” he reminded her. “But we should talk later.”
Please let there be a later.
She made another half-sob, half-laugh sound, and nodded. “We should,” she repeated, voice shaking only a little.
“Meanwhile, even if words fail, I shall express my gratitude and love through action,” Thancred said. “No matter where you decide to go, I will be there, guarding your back.”
Or protecting Ryne and the others from you—as you asked. Gods, please don’t let it come to that.
Aeryn let out a long, shaky breath, and smiled. “That means…everything.”
He looked over at Ryne, who gave him a wan smile. “Now, I think Ryne needs a word. I’ll mollify Alisaie and Y’shtola’s tempers until you two catch up.”
Thancred hated stepping away, but he did, their fingers reluctantly slipping apart as he walked down the street while Aeryn turned to Ryne.
He’d said it. By the Twelve he had said it, and wondrously, Aeryn had said it in return. Would that he had been able to say it sooner—between everything with Minfilia and Ryne, his own base cowardice, and now, now Aeryn was—
It didn’t matter, he told himself. What mattered was that they had said it. That they knew. Their timing was shite, but the knowledge could not be lost now. Not between them.
“Everything all right?” Alisaie asked as he caught up to the others.
“Fine,” Thancred replied, a bit hoarse. He caught Urianger’s gaze, his raised eyebrow. Thancred smiled and gave a brief nod; his expression must have given away more than he thought, as Urianger visibly relaxed and grinned back. Y’shtola caught it too, brows drawing down together even as the ends of her mouth twitched upward. Had there been time, he would be receiving an earful, he was certain. “We each had our piece to say to our friend—though from Ryne’s expression, perhaps she needs to hear a few herself.”
The twins were peering at him now, stances their own but the gaze the same. They never realized when they did that. Thancred tried very hard to be nonchalant, to pretend all was normal, that his heart was not skipping and singing and screaming and sobbing all at once.
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(I keep trying to write the parts around this but in the end...this specific little bit of Thancred's POV is it. Well, there's maybe a bit of Ardbert teasing Aeryn as a bro should, but that part's on Ao3.)
#final fantasy xiv#YOTP 2023#Thancred Waters#Thancred x WoL#Wolcred#Shippy Nonsense#Aeryn Striker#Shadowbringers#Love Confession#Light Sickness#Lyn Writing#Lyn Edits
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Hazformers Theory: Lockdown Wouldn't Be Able To Hide From Niffty
[Note: please make sure to watch Hazbin Hotel Season 1 episodes first before reading this. and Hazformers AU is thanks to blitzy-blitzwing. also reading this post is optional.]
even if they haven't really spoken to each other, and Lockdown and the other Decepticons probably don't know how crazy Niffty can be...
and if Blitzwing had been around her the most than them, he might be use to her, and doesn't mind her craziness.
he might also know about her interest in bad boys, and how she can be with them, so she might try to take some of Lockdown's fur as a souvenir, like how she did with Valentino, and I'm wondering if Valentino could have a type of semi split personality, though I guess it could be my imagination...
Lockdown could become Niffty's target of bad boy interest, and who she could see as even bigger bad boy than him would be Shockwave, who if she tries to get close to, it would be Blitzwing's turn to be Helicopter Dad to her just like how Angel was before.
Niffty was of course a bit drunk and trying to take cleaning supplies that didn't belong to her, and Angel got on to her for it, and to calm her down he had her play with the kitty, which happen to be Husk.
so we have the Helicopter Dad Angel and Tired Dad Husk who he has to let Niffty pull on his ears and wings so she can keep happy.
Angel just seem like he was being like a Helicopter Dad to Niffty, it was really sweet, so it be interesting if Niffty did try to get close to Shockwave, Blitzwing stops her because he knows it be dangerous.
of course if Shockwave did fall for Niffty, if not right away but slowly and without fully realizing it...
the songs that would match such a ship between them would be
"She's Crazy But She's Mine" by Alex Sparrow, and the song "Crazy Chicks" by Ken Ashcorp...
I'm still gonna OTP ship Megatron x Carmilla Carmine, and when I'm able to I will add their ship into one of the stories I'm working on, but is at the moment on hiatus.
but yeah even if Shockwave did fall for Niffty, he could start with growing fond for her.
I can't help but think she might be able to keep up with Blurr in running, I mean she can run really fast when she wants to, so picture her hugging him when she catches up to him, because he is very soft. XD
but even if Shockwave doesn't really fall for Niffty, he could possibly in theory grow fond of her.
and find it entertaining to see Lockdown trying to evade Niffty, who is somehow able to find him no matter where he tries to hide to get away from her.
it could be possible that Ratchet and Prowl would be amused by Lockdown being chased by Niffty.
it could be seen as karma for the times he went after others for a bounty and took their parts for his upgrade.
and ya know, even if Primus loves all the Cybertronians that are like his children, don't mean he is a perfect parent, and he could be a Gray-Parent. I mean there is that whole Autobots having more planets than Decepticons and I had talked about the numbers before, and it just proves that the caste system on Cybertron in the TFA Timeline is a bit corrupted.
for all we know, Lockdown could of became the way he is because of the corruption on Cybertron.
even if those on Optimus's Team believe that the Decepticons were always cold energoned beings, they would have to face the truth that isn't 100% true...because at least they, the Decepticons don't take over already organic worlds that already had organic life on it, though they, Optimus's Team, might not know about that corrupted side of Cybertron because they aren't on the same rank as Ultra Magnus, who I still believe is really Megazarak.
I think I still like TFP Magnus better, he might still be a bossy dad, but he could truly be a Ultra Magnus, and not a Magnus who was once known as Megazarak.
you can't fool me, I know your really Megazarak "Magnus"...
anyway, I think that if Lockdown and Niffty were like in a type of Semi-Ship, Lockdown would be trying his best to get away from Niffty who has fallen for him because he is a "bad boy"...
it could be possible that even if he got lucky in being able to hide from her and get away from her for a little while even for a day, she would end up finding him eventually, and that would be interesting.
well he would know how it would feel being the one hunted down like a bounty and I guess that could be what makes it funny.
I think when I'm able to, I will do another ship drawing of Megamilla (Megatron x Carmilla's ship name...) and well, I would talk about more about the crazy idea about Niffty becoming Lockdown's stalker...
but I'm feeling a bit tired, and I'm going to go lay down for a little...maybe for a few hours.
#do not reblog without permission#hazformers#fan theory#niffty hazbin hotel#lockdown tfa#shockwave#shipping#megatron#carmilla carmine#crossover ship#one true pairing#february 2024
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Smoke and Mirrors
Smoke and Mirrors
Chap 5 The Search Begins
Book: The Royal Romance Finale AU
Series Premise: Hidden in the shadows, poised to challenge the status quo are enemies of the state. The loyalties and honesty of family and of friends will be tested. ‘Keep your friends close, your enemies closer.’
Catch up: Smoke and Mirrors Masterlist
Main Pairing: Liam Rys x F!MC Riley Brooks-Rys, OTP ‘LiRi’
2nd Pairings: Leo Rys x Amalas, Drake Walker x F!OC Delaney Leigh
All characters belong to Pixelberry, except Delaney Leigh and Officer Alex Cossoy
Rating: M🔞*Series Warnings: NSFW material, sexual innuendo, adult language/swearing/drinking
Category: Alternate Universe/on-going series/angst/fluff
Words: 1971, Read: 10 minutes
Chap 5: The Search Begins
Chapter Summary: The search for Lena begins in Monterisso.
Music Inspiration: Like I’m Gonna Lose You – Meghan Trainor/John Legend
A/N1: @choicesflashfics Week #23, Prompt #1 - “If there was ever anybody meant for me, it’s you.”
A/N2: Not beta’d - please excuse all errors
A/N3: This is my submission for Choices March Challenge, Prompt: “Forehead kisses”, @choicesmonthlychallenge @lovealexhunt
Catch up Here... Smoke and Mirrors Masterlist
Monterisso Royal Palace
As the Royal SUV passed through the entry gates of the palace grounds, Ellie excitedly bounced in her car seat next to Riley.
“Look mommy, Micaela’s palace!”
“Yes, princess, it’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Princesses Eleanor and Micaela were spending the week together while the search for Lena begins. Riley was looking forward to spending some one on one time with Queen Amalas, as well as, learning more about ‘Lena Rys’.
Unbeknownst to Riley at the time of planning, however, her husband had arranged for her to stay exclusively at the Monterissan palace for the week. Liam wanted his pregnant wife to stay out of the active search and be sheltered at the palace with guards while being away from him physically. He had made the arrangements ahead of time and without her prior consultation; which irritated her.
Riley wanted to take part in the search, but after hearing Liam’s concerns earlier in the morning, she realized that his concerns were justified.
Earlier that morning, inside the royal chambers aboard the royal yacht...
Riley was livid. She didn't want to be forced to stay behind in the Monterissan palace, under any circumstances. Her anger was focused on Liam, because he wasn't willing to come to a compromise with her on this issue.
“Why did you not tell me this before?”
“...because I knew that you would fight me on this. I needed to have the arrangements in place before we entered this country.”
Liam knew his wife. He knew that if she could, she would lead the search party with guns blazing.
“Let Interpol take the lead on this. The sooner we find this woman, the better. I will keep you informed with every detail as it happens. I promise, love.”
Riley glared at Liam and then looked out the window. He was right, but she still felt annoyed that being pregnant meant ‘sitting on the sidelines’ and not being productive.
The royal yacht had anchored, and she watched as Drake and Delaney were stepping into an SUV on the dock.
“Love, remember our wedding night?” Liam interrupted her thoughts and continued.
“One minute we were dancing in the ballroom, and then in the next moment, I was being told you were taken.
I had let my guard down...”
Riley turned to Liam, taking his hands in hers. “Liam, how could you have known that was going to happen? We cannot let the past dictate our future.”
“Yes, but only a fool doesn’t learn from his mistakes. Last night, I dreamt we were dancing, Riley, and I was holding you in my arms. Just like our wedding night. Then, just like that night, Bastien informed me that you were taken. The man I had entrusted with our safety. The man who is now incarcerated for treason.
I woke up in a panic.
The anxiety was back.
I could not breathe.
When I finally realized that you were lying next to me, sleeping peacefully; the relief was palpable. I think I had this dream as a reminder, to not take your safety for granted again. Ever.”
‘In the blink of an eye, just a whisper of smoke, you could lose everything, the truth is you never know.’
“Riley, I know that you are early into the pregnancy, but you need to take care of yourself.” Placing his hand on her baby bump, “and our babies.”
“After that dream, I knew what I had to do. We are not promised a tomorrow, Riley. If something was to happen to you, if I made the wrong decision for your safety, and you were harmed in any way; it would destroy me.”
Riley lovingly cupped Liam’s face and reached up to give him a lingering kiss. “If there was ever anybody meant for me, it’s you.”
Overcome with emotion, she hung her head. “I’m so sorry Liam, I am acting like a child.”
Liam looked down to her face and lifted her chin with his thumb and forefinger. Gazing into her chocolate brown eyes, he gently wiped the tears that were falling on her cheeks.
Kissing her again, “my queen, when this issue is resolved, I think we will go on a vacation. Just you and me, Ellie, and these two little ones.”
“You have my attention, Liam.” Riley smiled, pulling his body close to hers.
“Mommy, Daddy, I am ready.” Ellie announced as she stood beside her nanny at the door.
Liam dropped his forehead to his wife’s forehead and whispered, “stay safe, my queen. I love you.”
“I love you too, my king, so much!”
“Oh, and love....I will take you anywhere you choose.” Liam winked and placed his hand on the small of her back, to guide her towards Ellie.
Riley turned to her daughter, taking her hand, as Liam reached for Ellie’s other hand. They walked together to the dock to the other waiting SUV. The royal guard opened the door for Riley, while Liam walked with Ellie to the other side of the@ SUV.
“Ok, Daddy, I will,” her blue sparkled as she looked up to her father.
After ensuring his daughter was secured in her car seat, Liam kissed Ellie’s forehead. “Take good care of your mommy, princess.”
After closing the door, Liam sighed as he watched his family drive off towards the Capital. He then turned to walk towards the other SUV to join Drake and Delaney.
***
The driver slowed to a stop; the security detail of the Monterissian palace moved into position surrounding the SUV carrying Riley and Ellie.
Amalas was waiting outside the palace doors, as the royal guard stepped up to open the door for Riley, as Ellie and her nanny followed.
***
Royal Monterisso Hotel
Walking into the opulent hotel lobby, Drake and Delaney were shown to the concierge desk for the check-in while Liam was ushered to a secure meeting room by the Interpol operatives.
“Your Majesty,” Officer Alex Cossoy, along with the detectives bowed.
“Gentlemen, ladies,” Liam answered in response.
Leo and Olivia were already seated at the conference table, when Drake also entered and sat down.
“Let’s get started.” Officer Cossoy began with a briefing on the current
situation and confirmed that the search party had narrowed the search area down to a five mile radius.
“A five mile radius from what point?” Leo asked, sitting forward to view the map of the area that was laid out on the table.
“That would be here,” the detective pointed to the map. “Five miles north of the city center, according to the last reported location,” the detective replied pointing to the map. On the screen the detective typed in the coordinates that they had received earlier from the local authorities.
Leo pointed to the harbor on the map. “Can you zoom in, here?”
“Yes, sir.” The detective moved a curser over the map, and a magnified
image appeared. Liam pointed to a large boat docked at the pier.
“Get the team down there now.”
***
Monterisso Royal Palace
In the garden, Ellie and Micaela and a bevy of stuffed animals sat at the table at their afternoon garden tea party.
Amalas went all out for the girls’ party, having the kitchens prepare finger sandwiches, petit fours with iced tea.
Both girls were wearing frilly party dresses with white knee high socks and Mary Jane shoes.
Ellie and Mikaela were giggling as they played with each other's hair, and then laughing as they ran around the table chasing after the same doll.
Riley and Amalas sat on lounge chairs on the terrace overlooking the gardens.
Amalas patted Riley’s leg comfortingly.
“How have you been feeling with the pregnancy?”
Riley smiled, “It’s going well so far. I’ve been a little emotional lately though.”
Amalas raised an eyebrow, looking at her friend.
“Oh, is anything in particular bothering you?”
Riley shook her head, “no, it's just these damn hormones.”
“Well, you are having twins. That means everything is doubled.”
Giving Amalas a smirk, “Liam and I are finding out the sex of the babies next week.”
“That's so exciting! Have you and Liam picked out names yet?”
“We started the day we found out we were having twins! Liam is beyond excited! For girls, we were thinking ‘Eliana’ and ‘Elise’. For boys. ‘William’ and ‘Stefan’.”
Riley continued, “Elise and Stefan were the names of my parents.”
“Oh, my goodness, those names are perfect,” Amalas smiled.
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The team of operatives, dressed in black tactical gear were all armed with automatic weapons and bullet proof vests, and they were also equipped with GPS tracking devices.
However, Lena continued to evade the authorities.
Frustrated, Officer Cossoy kicked a storage container, sending its contents pouring onto the deck of the boat.
“Take it easy, Officer, Lena isn't in there.” Olivia cheekily called out to the annoyed Interpol officer.
“Damn it, I should have known this was another false lead!”
Olivia, who was walking with Leo behind the officer, overheard the comment. “What do you mean?”
“Well, intelligence reports suggested that the palace would be the most likely target area. I should have followed my gut.”
“Officer Cossoy,” as Olivia began to speak, he interrupted, “Alex, please call me Alex.”
“Alex, what is your gut telling you?”
“Duchess Olivia, I am positive that she has a connection in the royal guard in Monterisso through Bastien Lykel.”
As Liam overheard the words of the Interpol officer, the anxiety he felt last night returned. He needed to find Riley and get her and Ellie out of Monterisso now!
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My new ship obsession is from a novel(s)
And they are a secondary OTP to boot and their own book is not out yet (and it better be with them as endgame or I am gonna lose my mind, if they will have other endgame(s)).
So what am I talking about?
She's Andraste, her evil fae queen's mother's favorite daughter - a general who does whatever her mad mother orders to even though she hates it; she's had to betray her own sister (though she tries to help as much as she could) and do all sorts of atrocities. Mommy is evil so occasionally she throws her into a dungeon for torture kicks anyway. And occasionally she cuts herself to feel something, anything.
He's Edain, her stepbrother and her mother's sex toy/assassin. Yeah, mull on that combo. Basically she married his dad for some political reason, murdered the man and forced the son into her bed at the threat of his life. She's also bound him by truth oath so he can't lie to her and occasionally orders him to assassinate her enemies.
He's totally fallen madly for her but of course it can't be for 8 million reasons. And she just thinks he hates her and/or wants to fool around. Which they almost do until he's all "no thanks I am not gonna be instrument of your self-loathing."
At the end of Book 2, evil mom finds out Andraste saved her sister (who is the FL of trilogy and totally fine, her story is pretty A+ tho not as much my bag as this mess) AND finds out her sex toy is in love with her, so she sends her daughter off to be married off to a goblin king (or murdered there or w/e, she does not care) and puts a curse on stepbro that he will never be able to touch another person.
Come on, you know me, you know this has my name all over it.
I mean...
Book series is by Bec Macmaster and I have NO idea when their book will come out (and it will be better theirs, if she ends up with goblin king, I will be PISSED) and that is the problem with being invested in ongoing book series...
PS I do tend to love all her stuff, it's full of angst and whump!
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January OTP Prompts:
Old bookstore on a cold day for Sterek
Happy New Year! 🤍
mountain man
sterek, bookshop au, fluff
“Mountain man is here,” Scott whispers in his ear, hands gripping Stiles’ shoulders as he carefully moves behind him in the narrow space. “Biographies.”
Stiles nods and glances around the small cafe space. The tables are occupied, but no one looks like they’re about to need a second cup, so he feels free to announce, “Just going to go get a new bag from the back,” to Kira, despite having just done that no more than thirty minutes ago.
But Scott must have also said something to Kira because she just nods with a grin, and Stiles leaves the counter before fate can intervene. And if he can just see into the history section from the very edge of the double doors that lead into their dismal excuse for a kitchen, that’s no one’s business but his own.
He stays there until Mountain Man leaves the shop.
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Mountain Man is an enigma. Stiles had been certain, the first time he’d walked up to his counter, that he was going to be gruff and rude, like the assholes from the bank across the street that treat the small space like their personal conference room and bark out orders without any regard to the fact an actual person was taking them. But his eyes—which are so beautiful that Stiles wrote four atrocious poems about them in his Intro to Poetry class—had been kind, and when he’d given his order he’d said please twice, and Stiles had fallen head over heels.
In fact, the majority of Stiles’ assumptions about him have been proven incorrect, so he supposes that out of the two of them, he’s likely the rude one. He’d figured Mountain Man was there for the coffee, only to be surprised when he caught a glimpse of the man at the registers an hour later with a stack of books in his hands. His assumption that he was only getting the latest quickly read and easily digestible thrillers was shown to be wrong when Kira spotted him buying classics the next month, and then Stiles stopped assuming anything about him at all.
Except, of course, for the fact that he lives up in the mountains that surround their small little college town (the boots and beard give that away), works with his hands for a living (always calloused), is somewhere in his late thirties (laugh lines around his eyes, silver beginning to streak through his beard) and has no significant other—though that last one might just be wishful thinking.
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“Stiles, could you go see if Allison can trade us for some ones?”
He takes the twenty dollar bill from Kira and steps out from behind the counter. The store’s been dead all day, he’s pretty sure there are still a stack of ones sitting in the register. “You’re not fooling me,” he says, and she grins back at him.
“Who said I was trying to?”
Allison’s up at the front register, leaning her elbows on the counter and texting, phone in front of her face. It’s an act that would get the rest of them written up, but Allison’s clearly fine with taking advantage of the fact that her parents own the store and Stiles can’t really fault her for that. If his dad were running it he’d probably delight in kicking people out the moment they asked if someone could help them find a book with a yellow cover.
And in front of Allison, browsing the small section of puzzle books and journals, is Mountain Man.
“Hey hey, boss lady,” he says. There’s no way to angle himself to keep Mountain Man in view, but if he bends over enough he can sort of see his reflection in the poster-covered glass windows.
She sets her phone down and grins at him, snatching the bill out of his hand. “Hello yourself, coffee boy. No token of your appreciation this time?”
“Kira’s making it as we speak,” he says, and she shakes her head when he uses his in-store radio to quietly order it. “But if you could be so kind in the meantime—”
“You’re such a dork,” she says fondly, pushing a stack of dollar bills into his hand. “Go get my coffee, I’m practically asleep up here. I told Dad no one would come in today, there’s three feet of snow on the ground.”
“Maybe someone could convince him to close early,” he says, walking backwards out of the section. His gaze strays to Mountain Man and when their eyes meet, his heart starts beating double-time. He glances down at the books in his hands—a few that Stiles recognizes from the YA section, even more from the display of queer novels that Allison had set up for Valentine’s day. “Good selection,” he says, “Red, White, and Royal Blue was good,” and spins around in his haste to get back to the cafe.
Kira’s holding a cup in her hand, but pulls it back towards her when he flings himself over the counter. “What?”
He needs water. Or to plunge himself into a snowbank to cool his overheated face. “Please remind me that straight guys read gay love stories too so I don’t go do something reckless.”
“That hasn’t been my experience at all,” Kira says cheerfully, pushing him upright and handing the cup over. “Go get his name, at least.”
Mountain Man is gone by the time Stiles gets back up there.
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He stashed his marker somewhere. He knows he did, he always has it to write the orders on the cups, and most of the time he puts it back in his apron pocket—except when his pockets are full of the bags of espresso beans he was supposed to restock before the swarm of banker bros took over the place. He’d taken their orders, empties his pockets, and then promptly spent the last five minutes looking for his marker, which seems to have grown legs and walked off on its own.
A throat clears above him when he’s crouched down checking the overflow shelves under the register for the third time unsuccessfully, and admitting defeat, he straightens up.
Mountain Man is in front of him.
“Hey,” he says, instead of welcome to Argent Books like he’s supposed to. “Whatcha havin’?”
“Medium vanilla latte, oatmilk, please,” Mountain Man says. He hands over cash, much to Stiles’ continuing dismay, because it would so much easier to get his name from a card, but doesn’t leave when Stiles calls the order to Kira and slides a cup along the counter. He just stands there, look of discomfort on his face, until he says, “Did you really like that book?”
Stiles raises an eyebrow.
“The, uh—Red, White, and Royal Blue,” Mountain Man says. “Did you really like it?”
“Yeah,” he says, and then, “well, no, it’s not really my thing, but everyone else liked it. I haven’t actually read it, I started the first chapter but I wasn’t in the mood for any kind of coming of age story and the romance—maybe if it were like, a gay detective novel, that shit would be cool. Or sci-fi—have you read This is How You Lose the Time War? That was good.”
He’s about ready to fling himself into the dumpster out back when Kira appears at his side, handing the cup over with a grin and Mountain Man, clearly sensing an opportunity to get away from Stiles, thanks them and walks away.
“Why don’t you go take inventory in the back until you don’t look like a tomato,” Kira says kindly, patting his flaming cheek, and he doesn’t need to be told twice.
The afternoon picks up and although Stiles doesn’t forget about the awkward encounter, he at least puts it out of his mind—until his phone buzzes in his apron pocket and he picks it up, expecting a text from Scott or his Dad, and promptly drops it straight onto the floor.
“Oh,” Kira says, peering around his shoulder at the picture of This is How You Lose the Time War laying on a couch, folded flannel blanket underneath. “Did I tell you I gave Mountain Man your number? I wrote it on the cup—you were never going to get around to it!” she says, whacking his arm. “And I’ll take your gratitude any day now, he’s clearly interested in talking to you, though sometimes I can’t imagine why.”
He only spends a minute hyperventilating before leaving the cafe area, snatching a familiar pink book off a display table, and taking a picture in return. Thought I’d give this another try, he writes under it, and follows it up with maybe we could meet up for coffee and talk about them.
He presses send before he can think about it, and breaks into a grin when the reply comes back quickly.
I’d like that.
He’ll worry about getting Mountain Man’s name some other time.
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So the ask got deleted accidentally, but @autisticharrywells asked me about SANGYAO for toxic ship bingo, and now that I have forcibly dragged them through all 50 episodes, i can at last go off---- you FOOL! you have fallen directly into my trap!!! Muahahaha
I do not know how I ended up here. I don't know WHY I ended up here, except that I'm some kind of masochist.
Like I was all prepared to be 100% team wangxian otp and read all the fic and shit, and I started out so promising. (And I do love them...) But then. Then. That little demon brought a bird to class. And the other little demon protected him during the Wen thing. The stabbing ?? The warning as Meng Yao was leaving to huaisang DESPITE actively bleeding. The pleading to Mingjue to let Meng Yao stay despite no evidence of Huaisang ever really standing up to question NMJ decisions before like that (esp in front of other clan members) (other than with things like blowing off Sabre practice) THE FAN CLENCH. MY HEART. And THEN they committed their various atrocities during which the no turning back point was hit for them so many times and yet i do believe the remorse was there and so too was some affection still, twisted as it was by time and hatred and isolation and i... I just....I slipped?
There's so much there!!! (and please keep in mind I'm mostly talking from a cql/the untamed perspective, though I have seen the donghua and am aware of book cannon, I just kinda prefer the show as the version I take to heart (with some notable jgy or Huaisang based exceptions bc i'm nothing if not willing to excuse their pretty boy mid-divorce war crimes))
These two have such a deep shared history that spans the entirety of the cannon, and their relationship is extra fascinating on rewatch as you can more clearly track the downward spiral of events.
There's also the tragedy that it COULD have been avoided, was so close to being avoided several times bc JGY is not really EVIL, (any one who says this is being super reductive imo) but he does preserve himself above all other things and people through sheer learned necessity (with the exception of xichen and isn't that also a beautiful part of sangyao tragedy?? That so clearly xichen and JGY were destined to be the tragic counterparts to wwx and lwj's relationship not nhs and jgy? That xichen was the only thing JGY ever sacrificed true parts of himself for, that huaisang knows that he could have done the same for him, but didn't? Because there was too much history with Mingjue to let it go, and also bc the devotion or affection he held for huaisang when they were both on the mountain never surpassed that point. He had too much caution to truly be himself, and Huaisang, I don't think could ever truly see past JGYs status in the way that xichen was able to since he served as his big brother's vice general and also his appointed companion to a degree. ) And where does that leave huaisang? Where he always is. ALONE. On a mountain he never fit in on in the first place. Where does it leave JGY? Stuck in a permanant customer service role to his awful father and branded further untrustable as a spy. Humilated and broken down to the point of just. So much murder. (Some of which I still maintain tain as a public service coughcoughJinGuangShancoughcough)
They are so much alike and yet so different in such key aspects, that I also have to believe they were meant to act as parallels to one another, just like wwx and jgy, or xichen and wangji. The planning and manipulation they both do (in their own ways bc i am in the camp that while huaisang is smarter than the average bear, smarter than he ever wants to let on bc it makes his life easier, he isnt able to truly outpace JGY's ability to craft a situation. What he is good at is manipulating people and social situations, and adapting his outlined plan extremely well on the fly- with the exception of maybe xichen. I dont think he meant to truly hurt xichen like that. I think that was a natural panic that if JGY was allowed to live it would mean Huaisang actually had to die at some point instead, Though I do also think perhaps there is some lingering resentment there that leads to it to bc why is JGY worth pardoning after his crimes to xichen? Doesn't this mean he inherently valued JGY over Mingjue, over Huaisang’s own pain and anguish? (he did, but not maliciously, lans are love blind we know this))
The tragedies of nie huaisang are inextricably linked to the tragedies of jgy and vice versa! Technically, huaisang, as a bastard of the clan leader with one of his concubines, (I think that's right) should be discounted as a noble son, esp considering his weaker nature and lack of talents dictated to be valuable by the standards of the nie clan. He should have the same status really or at least a status more closely similar to jgy who is constatly looked down on because of his mother's position and bastard status, despite his constant hyper competency, as we see so vividly. And yet Huaisang is given title and rank and (some) respect where JGY gets trodden into the mud and shit of life, even as he succeeds in raising the jin clans success through his actions and talents. Meanwhile, huaisang is thought to be a useless leech by others, untalented in the ways of ruling or anything that's deemed an actually respectable skill by clan leader standards. A pathetic little dude who doesn't know how to do anything, and yes, he does get cast as a headshaker in the eyes of the people, but it's never his background thats brought into question as to why he might be failing. It's considered a result of his personality, not his upbringing. And even then he doesn't get shit talked as much as JGY does. Huaisang has all the privilege that JGY was never afforded, and does that color JGYs view a bit? Does it make him just bitter enough that, when combined with his father’s looming threats and taunts, and Mingjue’s inability to ever let anything JGY does go, that he's willing to hurt huaisang in such a way, even just as a byproduct of his mission?
Huaisang’s plan is successful, bc people discount him as incompetent, yes, but also bc they still see him as a noble, as someone of enough inherent value, diminished though it may be, that he weilds that influence even when playing the fool. JGY doesn't get that respect even at his height of his power and competency as a ruler.
They are, neither of them, strong cultivators. But that factor only really affects JGY bc it means he has to fight even harder for acceptance and validation. Huaisang also gets the luxury of CHOOSING not to be a strong cultivator. Because his position in life IS secure, he can slack off. He is allowed to try his hardest to avoid the fate of his family and do his utmost not to cultivate in that manner. Which I think, too, causes some of the resentment. On both sides. Huaisang never has to work a day in his life, has barely any expectations to live up to and still gets the respect Meng Yao is constantly robbed of. And for huaisang- On top of killing his brother via musically-induced, full-bodied rage embolism, JGY is now also the reason that huaisang is thrust into a position he was entirely unprepared for way before he was supposed to be.
And we know, we KNOW that JGY is responsible for so many of Huaisang’s pretty little things. His beloved indulgences granted not by his own brother, but by his doting san-ge. Things that got burned or destroyed by Mingjue simplu for the fact that a) they were from JGY and B) they are not the type of things NMJ cosidereds respectabke hobbies or skills. A large number of his fans and painting supplies are gifts from JGY, and he stood up for and encouraged those hobbies against the person he probably fears the most at that point, Mingjue (even if he's already actively trying to kill him by then). And huaisang seemed genuinely pleased that JGY had found acceptance and was getting what he (thought he) wanted. The friendship and affection was real, just not near strong enough to withstand the crimes of the other.
And oh boy that divorce was rough and bloody and beautiful and tragic and I just love the messy nature of the relationship, how deep and how twisted it went and became. And i think, right up until the very end, JGY didn't truly want to believe that Huaisang was capable of doing this to him, I don't think he ever wanted to hurt huaisang again the way he had to when he killed Mingjue. Use him? Maybe. But not in a malicious way, not by his standards.
I am happy to read any sangyao content I can get, however! I love reading about them as companions on the mountain, growing together, bonding. Maybe young and in love? I love reading the gradual drifting apart. The years they schemed and used each other. The final divorce. And what comes after. Or what could never be. Any content, I will take, and it depends on where in cannon we are that a particular square is filled in.
Jgy had to fight for both acceptance and sheer survival, and huaisang never really had to do either. Except maybe during the ~10 years of the gap when Huaisang had figured him out, but was pretending to be useless to achieve his ends. You could argue the mindset that aside from just avenging his DaGe, he was also concerned about his own survival bc what if he became an Inconvienience instead of just the annoyance he was playing up to be? If he actually stood in Guanyao's way? It would be much easier to take him out than Mingjue, realistically. But what would be that threshold to have JGY actually do anything? Are Huaisang’s histrionics and uselessness useful to him? Or a result of guilty indulgence? Or left over fondness from a ti.e they were so close? Some combo of all? Who can say and I fucking love that uncertainty about them
Saying all that, these two are the poster child for OTP I don't want to end up together in Canon, lol. Unless it's one of the many time travel fix it aus, they simply have too much history and shared issues and rage between them to ever make sense working out. But their stories are so incomplete without the other, they are inexorably linked, and I just think they're neat!
(Please don't come for me cql fans. im sure I've misunderstood or posted an opinion that's utterly debatable on here. But like, also. I'm tired and I love them and I don't care.)
I have more to say about them that you'll probably get to hear at some point when we talk, but for now, they have BROKEN MY BRAIN.
Also, to all my fellow sangyao peeps: please feel free to send fic recs if you want. I am so hungry for the content.
#also do if ypu dont want to hear it do NOT ask my opinions on N*M*J* bc i have thoughts#that apparently a lot of ppl dont#and we are NOT invlusing fatal journey. a fun watch for like half the movie but also wildy out of character for everyone involved)#sangyao#cql#the untamed#meng yao#nie huaisang#I am not taking any notes on my taste level atm but thank you for fili g#also thanks to batthew for indulging me and letting me spout nonsense about my two favorite criminals in the jianghu#jin guangyao
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Can I get Klavier for the character ask (i want to type a question mark but it won't let me help)
I hope you figured out your ? situation!
Favorite thing about them: Klavier Gavin is my special boy so jot that down. No but actually the way he's so dedicated to the truth regardless of the personal cost and is genuinely a good person but still a bratty diva.
Least favorite thing about them: Um??? How dare??? How dare I be asked to say something I dislike about my love??? Idk maybe
Favorite line: Quite. The. Pickle.
brOTP: He is worsties with Ema and I sooooo want him to be friends with Simon, but brOTP has to go to Athena or Trucy. I just want him to have so many friends bc he has like none but he deserves everyone to love him.
OTP: Well, ah, Klapollo if you couldn't tell, but I can also work with klavquill and we can polycule it as a treat. claypollier is also good.
nOTP: Ok I've seen him get shipped with a lot of people and I'm not about most of them but hands down no for me is xPhoenix and xMiles, I'm just not into it.
Random headcanon: I have so many but you can pry Klavier close with his Oma from my cold dead hands. Also I like to make him actually German, I know that probably wasn't the original intent considering the original Japanese version, but I want it so bad. And yes it's hilarious if he's not especially when he has a whole ass brother who is out here with no accent, never speaking German and it's so easy to be like who were you trying to fool if he's not, it really is funny and I will do most things for the bit, but I want him to be German. Also he is trans in whatever direction you want him to be but he isn't cis.
Unpopular opinion: idek bc most of my Klav content I consume comes from like five sources who are all absolutely correct about him. I don't think there's a prevalent opinion about him that I am absolutely on the opposite side of, but I could be wrong.
Song I associate with them: Killshot by Magdalena Bay bc of this animatic.
Favorite picture of them: I commed this one from taxkha 10/10 would recommend. Other than that it is sooo hard bc I like to pick an official art for this section and I love all of his official arts except for that one from DD that is randomly ugly. But I guess I'll pick this one.
All of his expressions in the aj manga are really good though/
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For the ask game: King Knight for 002? He's a pretty divisive character so I'd like to hear your thoughts on him.
002 | Give me a character & I will tell you
How I feel about this character: King Knight is very easy to shit on whenever I make comics with this guy, I'll say straight up. And it's not because I hate him, he's just so thoroughly unable to see the forest from the trees that his shtick, that of a witless idiot who nonetheless powers through out of sheer determination and ignorance, is arguably his funniest quality and his most fascinating.
Being a King means being a leader, to be charismatic, beloved, and benevolent by working for the people. On paper, King probably models this in his head, but in practice, he's every argument for the follies of monarchy. He's bad at what he does, but he's so damn good at everything else he puts his mind to it.
Little things we see in the game:
*He's handy, having built a makeshift throne on his bed frame.
*He's proficient with animals, with the propeller rats taking to
him and vice versa.
*He IS charismatic and Doesn't Afraid of Anything. Along with
his physical strength and pride, he's an unstoppable force.
*This is more gameplay segregation than anything (and you
can also cheat), but King is, also, apparently, a really damn
good Joustus player.
ALL of these are talented and worthy of note and if King can just see what he IS good at versus what he isn't, he'd go a lot further in life that would simultaneously benefit him and those around him.
The comedy and tragedy is in knowing he doesn't and refuses. King of Cards is the most lighthearted SK game in the series, but only so it hits you with that much more punch in terms of disappointment and expected frustration that you, the player, might feel by the end. Like you know what is to come, but I think, judging by people's reaction (both in-game and by players), they still felt betrayed by his actions. Hey, that's not a bad reaction for a prequel to have.
(On a slightly related note though, I am very much ready to move on from SK prequels/midquels though.)
All the people I ship romantically with this character: I flirted with the idea of King/Bard, but ultimately, I think King isn't in a position where romance is a factor in his life (yet.) I think he needs to work on himself first. If he can't handle his own mommy dating another man because he's too self-absorbed and (though he may not admit it) reliant on her, then he has no chance in hell dating anyone successfully.
Basically, King Knight? You're, like, 33 years old. Stop acting a 12-year-old.
My non-romantic OTP for this character: This question kind of confuses me? As in, who is this guy's bestest buddy in the whole world? The person King loves the most, but purely in either a familial or friendly platonic sense?
In which case? Hmm. Honestly? I really do like the relationship he has with his mom. It is genuinely sweet this goober has such a loving parental figure in his life (one he takes for granted), and I'd like to see a potential Shovel Knight 2 revisit that.
Course, I also think King Mom needs a bit more than just "mom." Furniture and objects in King Knight's house (and the, granted, April Fool's joke, tabletop RPG sheet for SK) implied she was once an adventurer, notably the aircraft. I'd like to hope we get to see more of that side of her.
(Note: Though I think ycg also stated that aircraft belonged to King's father, which may or may not be a future plot they're planting for themselves, but it'd be super lame if this went to yet another male role. I like King Mom and I love that she has her own autonomy to date whoever she wants regardless of her son's whining, but ultimately... she's A Mom, and it'd be a shame if the materials around her household could not validate her own spirited side.)
My unpopular opinion about this character: Not necessarily the character, but his campaign. King of Cards is a worthy send-off to Treasure Trove, serving as a riveting finale until the inevitable Shovel Knight 2 potentially refreshes the franchise and takes it to newer courses.
It is also an overwhelming, bloated game. It felt like they added as much content as they could in order to send it off with a flair, with not as much restraint as the previous entries. And ycg's resistance to any storyline past Shovel of Hope meant by the time KoC came out, the plot beat that occurred in the latter felt constrained by its prequel nature: coincidentally frustrating at its best and unnecessary explanation of certain scenarios and situations at its worst.
One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: Well, actually, what I want him to do is get over himself and realize he's not fit to be King, but he can choose to be someone else and do a better job, but that's likely future sequel material.
But also, even when he is at his best, I love the idea that he is still just a wee bit delusional and/or prideful. Don't want to get rid of too much of his general character trait. In which case, he's not a self-serving glory hog. He's a glory hog who has well intention.
my OTP: See second question answered above.
my cross over ship: N/A
a headcanon fact: I like the idea of King Knight actually having a college degree in, like engineering, or something S M A R T. But he either uses it for his one-tracked mind to be King or not at all, so it shocks everyone (or Tinker, at least) when he can repair or build machinery.
Doesn't have to be engineering, just something unexpected that you absolutely wouldn't think this fucker would know, but he does, and it ends up being useful.
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Song Poem Challenge
I got tagged by @omgkalyppso to do this! Thank you!!
“Put your entire song collection on shuffle, then write down the first line from each of the first ten songs that pop up to create a poem. Then dedicate the poem to the blorbo or OTP that it most reminds you of!”
Risk my life with certain wants that lead to my decay
I don't like anyone better than you
If you break it down
Cover me in all your platinum
Roses in my hair
You could be another face
We were speeding together
I got time, I got love
You fooled me once
I caught it bad yesterday
This is... like near incomprehensible, LOL... I guess I'm kind of seeing toxic / one-sided sort of relationship if I squint really hard at it, so I guess my best match would be the kind of Glenn/Miklan I enjoy.
Villain - MISSIO
High Enough - K.Flay
Ear to Ear - ANIMA!
No Problems - ONICKS
Bride - San Fermin
&Run - Sir Sly
Mary on a Cross - Ghost
Knock Knock - Vinyl Theatre
iGhost - MNQN
MONTERO - Lil Nas X
I have no CLUE who to tag for this one so if you see this and want to do it, please steal this from me and @ me in your post LOL
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2,5,6,9,14 and 19 for Free! pls 😏😏
YESSSSS let's go!!!!
2. Are there any popular fandom OTPs you only BroTP?*
so there's the obvious one (rnhru) but i also vaguely feel this way about rei/gisa. HEAR ME OUT. it's not that it's bad. i understand where it comes from, i like totally get it. i just never felt as much of the chemistry there as others did, mostly bc i think nagisa doesn't get quite enough character moments. i have loved what the fandom has done with the two of them, tho!!
Has fandom ever ruined a pairing for you?*
in general for SURE, but i got RLY into free super late in the game, so the ship wars were over. i did have someone who was like. the backseat driver when i first got into the show, and i wasn't so good at standing up for myself or my opinions back then, so for a long time i was a huge hiyo/iku hater. this has since changed, bc i deeply adore how fucked up they both are LMAO.
Has fandom ever made you enjoy a pairing you previously hated?*
^^^ as stated above, hiyo/iku!!!!!!!!!! catherine's love of hiyori and all the meta analysis of hiyo/iku as parallels to mako/haru were some of my favorites, and really helped me move past the bias my ex-friend had instilled in me about the pairing.
Most disliked character(s)? Why?
i'm gonna be so real, i don't rly like ai as a character; i found him vaguely annoying and he doesn't really amount to anything or add to the plot other than being the wet paper bag rin steps on a bunch in the beginning of the show... his parallel with nagisa isn't very strong, and i just like. idk. that's about as far as my dislike goes for characters in this series LOL
Unpopular opinion about your fandom?
makoto deserves to bottom you fools!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! like sure he could top!!!!! i'm sure everybody assumes he does!!!!!! but //grabs you by the shoulders// the way he whines haru's name in canon tells me everything i need to know!!!!!!!! (this is a silly opinion but listen, it's a desert out here for the girlies who don't like dom top makoto or worse, SUB bottom haru (worst. hated take. disgusting. haru can bottom but he is not submissive))
What is the one thing you hate most about your fandom?
honestly, these days it's pretty great!! the echoes of the ship wars and the obsession with who's ship is more canon annoy me tho. canon has no bearing on whether the ship is good. shipping is about extrapolation. i don't really care which ship is "more" canon. it's not a competition, and people getting obsessed with it are obnoxious. like what u like!! it's ur right!!
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Rarepair tag game
Rules: List the top rarepairs that you like outside of your OTP, and why you ship it! (Criteria for what makes a rarepair is up to your own discretion.)
Thank you for the tag @limonium-anemos ! I read a lot of rare ships by divida, and I’m pretty much up for anything, really.
Female Voldemort/Harry - This one is my favourite. I know, it probably isn't considered a rare ship since it's still Tomarrymort, but this is my favourite. You all have Vish @youknowmevj to thank for it and their fic Closer The Better
Volmione (Voldemort/Hermione) - I mean snake-face Voldemort with Hermione. Which I think are rare, therefore it's here. The one that introduced me to Volmione itself (though I was very much searching for snake-face Voldy & Hermione) is the greatest fucking Volmione fic by the absolute genius @mrmxlemons Apple Of My Eye. It is everything I ever needed in Volmione. Poetry and prose and beautiful descriptions.
Also, another Volmione rec is The Ivory Tower but fair warning, it ends with Voldy dying.
Harry/Delphini - Listen. Delphini being obsessed with Harry just like her father was and sneaking around to make him hers does something for me, all right? Again, there is a wonderful fic by @youknowmevj Like Father, Like Daughter that got me into the ship.
Delphini/Albus - Albus and Delphini together are the cutest. I read a fic and I always liked the idea of these two together and divida's work just made me very happy because we got some very good content.
Harry/Barty - This would be such an interesting dynamic to explore, if Barty found out Harry is Voldy's Horcrux he'd be getting on his knees for Harry and treat him like royalty.
Teddy/Delphini - I love them together just as much as I like Albus & Delphini together. They are my favourite next gen ship. Teddy is cute, Delphi is a bit mean but very direct on what she wants. I don't think Teddy could refuse her — not that she’d give him a choice.
Voldemort/Albus - Voldemort corrupting Harry's son… hell yeah.
Voldemort/Lily Luna - I don’t think this one is popular, if at all? If there is something better Voldemort can do to get revenge on Harry, it would be taking Harry’s only daughter. I like the thought that Lily would be interested in meeting the Dark Lord. Of course, he’d use that to his advantage. But I think Lily wouldn't be that easily fooled, but also, she'd be a cutie. If I were to have a fic idea, it would be Voldemort surviving the battle and time-skipping to where Lily has to take care of him because he’s old and grouchy and she's a Healer and insists everyone deserves to get health care. I think Voldemort would loathe her at first, be annoyed with her because she is Potter’s spawn, but later he’d tolerate her.
Tom/Abraxas - I think they’re neat.
Tom/Dolohov - Same as above. Murder boyfriends. Absolute chaos.
Harry/Nagini - You heard me. Two of Voldemort's Horcruxes together? Sign me up.
Delphini/Harry/Voldemort - I have no explanation for this. None. Zero.
Harry/Merope - I don’t know why but I like the idea of time-travelling Harry saving Merope from the Gaunt shack before she meets Riddle Sr or helping her after Tom Sr leaves her. Without the love potion plot. I did read a fic where Merope love-potioned Harry and even though it is Tomarry, I liked the potential for a darker side of the relationship Harry must be going through with Merope.
Hermione/Fleur - Need I say more? Two girl bosses girl bossing.
Voldemort/Tom - He's enjoying himself (pun intended)
Harry/Cedric - I don’t know if it’s considered a rare ship but I definitely love them.
No pressure tags: @maidenwychelm , @isalisewrites , @youknowmevj , @tommarvoloriddlesdiary ,@riddlemeharder , @loneamaryllis , @purplewitch156 , @itsevanffs , @cordeliawrites , @crowcrowcrowthing , @shouldertallabyss , @mishqua , @louveclaviere , @rudehellion, @monsieurclavier, @metalomagnetic, @toast-ranger-to-a-stranger
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Since I met you, life has been smooth skating.
Summary
Hob loves the little things in life and wants to share everything with Dream. But Dream is not very keen on the idea of ice skating for the first time. There are limits that a lord of dreams shouldn't cross!
If only Hob didn't look at him that way...
Notes
Here we go... a kind of advent calendar with my otp...
Today Dream and Hob and this prompt: Person A has never been ice skating before and Person B has to teach them how to do it
On AO3
Rating T - 1112 words
"Hob, where are we going?"
Dream was a little annoyed because, without saying anything, Hob had forced him to bundle up to face the cold and dragged him outside.
"We're almost there," Hob reassured him, patting his hand.
Dream muttered, "Why do we have to be out in this cold? We were so cozy on the couch, nice and warm in front of the fireplace."
Hob chuckled softly at his disgruntled lover's pouting face. "It's still early and besides, we do this every night -not that I'm complaining- and eventually, you'll enjoy it even more after what we're about to do."
Reluctantly, Dream let himself be guided by Hob. Truthfully, he appreciated being able to hold his lover's hand no matter what the circumstance, but was slightly irritated by the thickness of their gloves. Dream preferred to feel the warmth of Hob's unfiltered skin against his own.
"Well," Hob said, "here we are."
Dream looked up, they were in front of a giant ice rink and many people were skating on it. He had never skated in his life, he had never seen the point of it and still didn't see it.
But this was Hob, and Dream couldn't resist when Hob smiled at him like that.
But that didn't stop him from complaining, "Hob, I'm the lord of dreams, you're not going to let me make a fool of myself on the ice."
Hob chuckled, "Dream, you don't really think I would let you make a fool of yourself, do you? Besides, I'm sure you're being overdramatic. Just look at the way you move when you use your sand, it's as beautiful as choreography. I'm sure you'll quickly find your rhythm on the ice and I'll be the one making a fool of myself."
He stroked Dream's face with the back of his hand, then grabbed his hand and pulled him behind him.
At the praise, Dream let himself be drawn in without resisting.
"Always such a flatterer, Robert Gadling..."
"Only with you," Hob replied cheerfully. They walked over to the skate rental place and took a ticket. Then they sat down on a bench where they could put the ice skates on. Dream cautiously stood up, not sure how to move. "This feels weird."
"It'll feel more natural on the ice," Hob said as he approached Dream, who had moved away from the bench. He wrapped his arms around Dream's waist and looked him in the eye.
"You'll see, you'll be fine."
Dream was amused by his lover's encouragement and couldn't help but blow a kiss on his nose. Hob smiled softly and taking his lover’s hand, he said, "Let's get on the ice."
They approached the opening that gave access to the rink.
Dream was amused by the way Hob was acting, part coach, part mother hen: "It's going to be unsettling at first, but trust your balance. Keep your back straight. Don't lean too far to the left or right. And especially don't spread your legs too far apart."
Dream leaned over and whispered in his ear, a mischievous glint in his eye, "That's the first time you've ever said that to me."
Hob rolled his eyes and shook his head.
"I'll hold your hand at first, okay?" asked Hob.
"You don't need an excuse to hold my hand, you know?"
Dream winked at him.
At the first few steps, despite all of Hob's advice, Dream tensed up, because he felt like he had no control over anything, and god knows he didn't like having no control.
Hob whispered softly, "Relax, Dream," then pressed a gentle kiss to his lover's temple to calm him, before continuing, "Lean into me and follow my rhythm."
"Okay," Dream replied. He had no problem doing both of those things since he knew Hob.
Lean on him and follow his pace.
When the first lap passed without incident, Dream smiled proudly and regained some of his poise. But he never let go of Hob's hand.
He dared to take slightly bigger steps to increase their speed a little. The breeze was exhilarating. Dream looked at the rest of the trees and the landscape that surrounded them, the Christmas lights, and let himself be intoxicated by the speed.
As always when he was with Hob, there was something intoxicating about doing things that humans do, regardless of who he was.
Dream asked Hob, "Is it there all winter?"
"As long as the temperatures allow, I guess."
"So we can come back?" asked Dream eagerly.
Hob smiled fondly as he saw Dream's cheeks reddened by the cold and replied, "We just started, and you want to come back already?"
Dream simply nodded, pleased with the happy expression he had put on Hob's face.
Hob pulled Dream against him, wrapped his arms around him and kissed him tenderly on the ice. They stayed like that, indifferent to the skaters who were making a curve to avoid them.
By the end of the evening, Hob had kept his end of the bargain. They were now both snuggled together, kissing on the couch, wrapped in a cozy blanket, two steaming cups of hot chocolate on the coffee table. When they broke apart to catch their breath, Dream said softly, "I have to admit you were right Robert Gadling, it's even better this way."
"I think so too."
Hob, his head on Dream's shoulders, drew random patterns on his lover's chest.
He marveled, "It's great that neither of us fell today."
An eerie silence answered him and he felt his lover stiffen slightly.
"Dream?"
He looked up to see Dream's face and noticed his guilty expression.
"Did you have anything to do with the fact that none of us fell?"
Dream replied in a falsely haughty voice, "Natural skill?"
But Hob saw the mischievous glint in his eye and insisted, "Dream..."
Dream sighed and mumbled, "Let's just say I've been playing with the laws of balance a bit?" replied Dream without meeting his eyes.
Hob burst out laughing.
When he finally calmed down under Dream's amused gaze, he straightened up and straddled him.
"If you only knew how much I love you! If I hadn't loved you for centuries, I would have fallen in love with you just now. Only you would think of doing something like that."
He laughed softly again before leaning in and kissing him passionately. When he pulled back, Dream told him playfully, "If I had known that just using some of my skills would get me this special treatment, I would have used them more often."
Hob laughed again, then put all his own ability into wiping the cheeky smile from his lover's lips.
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Still not beta'd
Still not my native language
Still hoping you'll enjoy this story 🥰
Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝
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"Advent Calendar" : here
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Random intials, just go with whoever comes to mind first :)
P. L.
Ok so. Ik you prolly meant seperately as two characters. But thast Peter Lukas thats Plukas thats my Actual Husband thats. Hehheh hoo boy. So im doing Plukas TEEHEE
send me a character and i’ll list:
favorite thing about them: old salt who is themed around isolation and loneliness? Idk do I have to even explain it further
(aside from canonical facts- I really really love playing with the ideas of him fooling himself about his absolute desire for loneliness. This is me mirroring: due to various reasons I isolated myself for years, and I had truly convinced myself I hated everyones company, and wanted to live as far away as I could- however this was a coping mechanism. And Plukas does have a lot to cope with, let's be real. He seems 2 have like. a startling amount of apathy abt a lot of things, which i find at points relatable, alluring and concerning)
(additionally w how much he seems 2 talk endlessly when he actually gets the chance. Id imagine he would be way more to the point if he truly wanted 2 get tf out of there asap.)
(I also do find his voice acting incredibly soothing. Could listen to him for ages.)
least favorite thing about them: I can't even comprihend such a thing. The fact that he's not in my arms rn?
favorite line: Ok i could listen 2 him for days but i think this one got me in some way:
"I had no time for books or television, or any of the escapes and artificial friendships of fiction. No, I was myself, and that was enough. I would spend my days exploring the wide grounds and forests of our estate, finding the hidden corners I thought that none would have found before me –"
He comes off almost as spiteful towards the idea of company of others. So insistant of his intentions.
brOTP: Salesa :3 Also Martin but like in a toxic yuri way.
OTP: prolly also Salesa?? mayhaps???
nOTP: shrugs i haven't seen a lot of ships for him in general tbh!
random headcanon: I tend 2 think he is rather immature. Socially and emotionally. We do kinda see that in the ep the last, his little tantrum when things don't go his way- but imagine what a childhood of isolation from all people and a cold shoulder from your parents does to you?? I dont have 2 imagine im that person girl its me im the problem its me. I imagine he's surprisingly easy to upset. You prolly wont notice it bc instead of bursting w anger he'll sulk, which is also not great. bottled up feelings etc.
unpopular opinion: idk what ppl think abt him eerally SOBS
song i associate with them:
youtube
Martin: (echoing) His only wish was to die alone.
Also in general one of my favourite songs in all of existance so!!!
favorite picture of them: no offical peter jpegs but i always think of the every peter lukas line video on youtube it makes me so happy
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beatrice baudelaire
my initial impression of them: More or less, from the first dedication alone, "Oh, okay. I guess you're important to this Lemony guy? What do you have to do with these three kids?"
my impression of them now: A woman who is so utterly important in ways I never expected and grown to love over the course of the series, more as their mother than as 'Beatrice'. Not really flesh out in my headcanons, but I do have thoughts on her to where I can say I adore her, and she's a top tier character on my list.
platonic ship(s): Oh, I have many platonic ships for Beatrice! She's just a charming and magnetic person, almost anyone will find themselves liking her and call her a friend or associate instantly, even if they talked to one another twice.
The top three though, are Beatrice and Olaf (I could talk about how Beatrice and Olaf are close in my headcanons, and that the Opera Night almost destroyed her as much as it actually destroyed Olaf), Beatrice and Bertrand (I feel they were legit friends with one another that blossomed into more), and Beatrice and Kit (started out as a minor 'big sister mentor' angle on Beatrice's side, since I headcanon her on the younger side).
romantic ship(s): Beatrice and Lemony (OTP), Beatrice and Bertrand (OTP), Lemonberry Ice (OT3), Beatrice and Kit (in a 'both are fools for thinking the other don't see each other in the romantic sense' angle), Beatrice and R (100% were each other first kiss in their pre-teen years and feelings linger for a bit, especially on R's end), and Beatrice and Esme (in an 'strangers to friends to enemies with benefits' angle'.)
unpopular opinion: The theory that implies Beatrice survived the Baudelaire Fire rubs me the wrong way. I personally feel Beatrice isn't the sort to let the legit series of unfortunate events claiming her children's live play out. Beatrice would 100% try to get to her children no matter the cost, badly injured and in bandages be damn. Her love for them overpowers everything else.
WIP info or screenshot involving them: I make Beatrice make an egg pun in a still in the editing process stage ficlet.
what i associate them with: Bats flying on a full moon, red dragonflies hovering over a body of water, and an empty spotlight on a decorated stage waiting for its performer to arrive.
@tangentiallly thank you for the ask! I legit don't talk a lot about Beatrice, mostly because so many people in the fandom does it and in ways I feel I can't really add onto as a discussion, so this gave me that chance to say all my thoughts about her.
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