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#im very illness 💖#mfn#my friendly neighborhood#everytime i draw gordon he looks different and honestly that kinda goes hard#and my lenard bias is showing . i think#tehe <3#tagging them all again bcus im a FREAK ‼️#mfn pearl#mfn lenard#mfn goblette#mfn ricky#mfn gordon#EVERYONE IS QUEER!!!!!!#yippie!!!!
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Full offense, but if you’ve ever left nice tags on one of my gifsets, my face looks like this every time and I WOULD lay down my life for you
#going into my notifications and seeing Lizzie’s tags and pearl’s and Heather’s 🥺😭🤧💞💓💕💗💖💝#I mean this post doesn’t apply to just them they’re just the most recent#but this is for anyone that’s ever done it 💕 I owe you my lyfe 💓💓💓
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tagged by @partiallypearl @parcai & @lshqqq (i’m sorry i just saw this 😭)
last song: sunflower by michele leigh 🫶
last film: the sisterhood of the traveling pants
last book: ariadne by jennifer saint! currently reading crooked kingdom by leigh bardugo!
tagging @homogranates @freshlybakedfandoms
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Winter's King 4
No tag lists. Do not send asks or DMs about updates. Review my pinned post for guidelines, masterlist, etc.
Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, cheating, violence, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.
This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
Summary: You are a maid to the Duke of Debray, a lord of the Summer Kingdom. That is, until the king of Winter appears with his particular air of coldness. (Medieval AU)
Characters: Geralt of Rivia
Note: double chapter day?
As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me.
Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I haven’t forgotten those!) Please do not just put ‘more’. I will block you.
I love you all immensely. Take care. 💖
The summer sun brings little warmth to the castle of Debray. Those left behind in the shadow of their lord’s march to war, bide their time with baited breaths and unspoken worries. The duchess sinks into her cups, a nectar to her already sharp tongue, as her daughter buries herself in her wardrobe.
Lady Jazlene hands you dress after dress, demanding a stitch here or there, only to snatch it back and have you cut the cloth of another to alter yet a third. And a fourth, fifth, sixth. Strips of fabric and loose buttons litter the drawing room table as you and Merinda put your needles to work.
“Motherrrr,” Jazlene swirls around, swaying her hips back and forth, “it has been a fortnight already.”
“Your father will return soon,” Lady Rezlyn slurs before she empties her goblet. She has no husband to chide her away from excess. “Never fear, dearest.”
“That is not—mother, what am I to do? I have no wedding dress!”
“You have no mind,” Rezlyn snickers, “you will have only rags by the time you decide.”
“Hm,” Jazlene approaches the table with her hands on her hips, “mother, that gown with the gold lace. The one you wore last solstice--”
“My gold lace,” Rezlyn sneers, “no!”
“But mother. I only want the lace. You can have it re-trimmed. It would look much nicer with pearls,” Jazlene whines, “do you not understand? I am to marry a king. I cannot look as some simple countryside daughter.”
Rezlyn clucks and shakes her head, “if it hushes your endless moaning, have the lace.”
Jazlene gives a triumphant grin and turns to you. She grabs your arm and the needle catches in the fabric, slipping from your grasp, “go fetch mother’s dress. It is rosy satin.”
“And wine! Bring more wine,” Rezlyn interjects.
Jazlene rolls her eyes and flicks you away with her fingers. You hastily retreat as Merinda grimaces at her labour. Your fingers hurt from the endless hemming and seaming and you’ve noticed she’s jabbed herself more than once as the noble daughter changes course back and forth.
You flit from the chamber and sweep down to the kitchens. The descent into the cellar is lit by only the candle in your hand, the flame wobbling dangerously before you. You find a bottle of the duchess’ preferred and climb back into the light.
You snuff the tallow and quickly press on you. You climb the stairs again but falter as the wail of a horn breaks the afternoon din. You spin and turn to the window. Several other servants cluster beneath the arched opening as they try to see the horizon. The blast comes again, three in quick succession, followed by a long blare.
The noise of chain and mail comes from the courtyard below. The few men left behind to man the castle walls are quick to action. You can see the flap of banners and nothing more between the other curious bodies.
“Who is it? Enemy soldiers?” Waldon wonders.
“I cannot see, my eyes are dim,” Margite shields her vision from the sun as leans over the sill. Their chatter swirls at the approach.
“It is them! The Lord’s banner!” Stellan exclaims, “I can make out the sun and the sword on the banner. And the Winter King’s white crown.”
“They return! They return!” Another cries out, “are they victorious?”
You shuffle away. You forget about the golden lace and return to the drawing room. You enter and look down at the bottle in your hands. You blink, trying to recall what you were about to do. You set the wine on the table near the duchess as Jazlene seizes your other arm.
“Where is the dress?” She snarls, “ugh, are you so useless--”
“They’ve returned,” you utter cluelessy.
“They...” Jazlene begins.
“The king and your father, my lady,” you explain, “we saw them through the window. I thought to say so before I went to your mother’s wardrobe--”
“Quiet!” She shoves you away, “I need a different dress. The crimson slit with ivory. Yes, yes, now!”
She pushes you again and you stumble to the door.
“And slippers,” she calls after you, “Merinda! Get over here.”
You scurry back out and to Lady Jazlene’s chamber. You enter and sort through the mess of her clothing strewn and heaped about. You find the red and ivory dress and a pair of slippers of a similar hue. You are certain to bring a selection of jewels and pins to assuage any further remonstrance.
In the drawing room, Jazlene has Merinda fixing her hairpins. You approach with your armful and lay it on the table. Outside the walls, you can hear the chaos unfurling. You can hardly keep the noises straight as cogs grind, ropes groan, and the noblewoman carry on their tittering.
You help Jazlene step into the dress, Merinda holding the other side. As you work at the sleeves and skirts, she fidgets around.
“The king? The king is with them for sure?” She breaths.
You nod, “yes, my lady. His banner--”
“Mother! They have won. They must have.”
“Do not be too presumptuous,” the other lady rises and nears the table, snatching up a string of pearls, “come. Put these around my neck.”
There’s banging and knocking and footfalls and voices yelling. The walls cannot keep out the rising fervour. Horse hooves and rusty hinges. They are close, in the castle or more. You pull tight the laces of the dress as Merinda clasps the pearls around the duchess’ thick neck.
There is someone before the door. A shadow darkens below it for just an instant before it opens. No permission is asked as Lord Dustan clatters in. His eyes is swollen near shut.
“Daughter, wife, you must come down to the--”
Heavy, steady steps follow him. You continue to weave the laces through the eyes, going as fast as you can.
“Father, I am not dressed. I am not ready to receive--” Jazlene protests.
Dustan looks behind him and backs away from the doorframe. King Geralt fills it with his large figure, a dark cut along his hairline though he hardly seems bothered by it. Otherwise, he is untouched, unblemished. You knot the laces as you peek over Jazlene’s shoulder and his gold eyes shimmer in the low lantern light.
“Your highness,” Jazlene gasps and drops to a curtsy. You stand, dumbfounded for an instant before you bend your neck and your knee to his status. “We were not warned of your coming. I pray you have tasted victory,” she raises her head slowly, “and we may wed in celebration to ring your reign in the Summer Kingdom.”
He grumbles as his eyes search the space. Dull yet vibrant at the same time. He tilts his head as his jaw squares, “a king’s wife mustn’t fret so much about silks and wine,” he growls as he breaks the threshold. He marches to the rigid high back chair and lowers himself, “victory is mine but that does not mark the end of my efforts. I have no kingdom until all that which has broken is repaired.”
“Certainly, your highness, and I will be by your side to help you amend what has been injured. As your loyal wife and queen,” she wilts as she wobbles just a little, “I am only so happy to see you alive and returned.” She rises as straight as she can and sweeps over to him, pushing out her chest, “but not unharmed. Your highness, you have been wounded.”
She goes to touch the gash along his forehead and he motions her away with a flat palm.
“It is not dire,” he insists, “Lord Dustan, where is your bishop?”
“I sent away for him. He will come,” the duke avows.
“The bishop?” Jazlene looks to her mother.
“For the vows, precious,” Dustan assures.
“The vows? Now? Today? But father--”
“I haven’t time to wait around on paltry feasts and drunken hordes,” the king insists.
“But-- but--” Jazlene stammers, “I am a queen, I should have a wedding.”
“You are still but a duke’s daughter,” the king snaps, “a wedding you will have. Let us swear the words as was arranged. Then we must away.”
“Away? Away?” Jazlene echoes again.
“Take this parrot away from me,” King Geralt barks as he slams his fist into the arm of chair, “I tire of her squawking. When the bishop arrives, fetch me and I shall keep the oath I made.”
The edge in his voice cannot be missed on that single word. He is a man who would not break a promise given, not the like the one cowering by the door. You glance up slowly as you notice Jazlene quaking. You can tell by her fists that she is not so much afraid anymore as she is angered.
“Daughter,” Rezlyn girds and touches her daughter’s arm, “a wife should learn first to obey. Let us go paint your lips and await the bishop.”
“This cannot be...” Jazlene hisses.
“Quiet,” Lord Dustan snaps, “you want to marry, you marry as you are told. Out.”
Lady Rezlyn keeps the duke from grabbing his daughter, instead steering her through the door herself. Merinda follows first and you trail after. The king grumbles, “Debray, leave a maid. She may fetch me that wine.”
“My lord,” Lord Dustan points you back tersely, “the wine.”
“Leave me,” King Geralt demands of his fair-weather lord.
Dustan retreats and shuts the door heavily. You turn and cross to the table where you left the sealed bottle. You put your hand around the neck and lift it. You face the king and cross to him with your head low.
“Your highness, would you like a goblet?” You ask.
“I am not interested in imbibing,” he reaches beneath his mail and pulls free a grey handkerchief, “pour it on this.”
You crack the wax seal of the bottle and grab the bulbous head of the cork. You wiggle it but cannot dislodge it. You struggle with it and he wraps his large hand around the pregnant bottom.
“Little maid,” he slips it from your grasp and puts the kerchief in your hand.
The uncorks it with only his thumb, flicking free the stopper, and he reaches out to you. You press the cloth to rim and he tilts it slightly, wetting the fabric. He pulls it away and reaches to place it on the floor. You look at him curiously. He leans forward and runs his index below the gash in his head. You get his meaning and daintily press the damp cloth to his head.
“The alcohol cleanses,” he says as he leans heavier into your touch.
“It looks rather painful, your highness.”
You wince at your own careless words. You don’t know why you said anything at all. He sits in silence, breathing slowly. At last, he sits back and looks at you. You drop your hand and your chin.
“Might I get you anything else, your highness?” You offer as you fold the cloth into a tight wad.
“Tell me, how do you fare?”
“Your highness?” You peek up at him through your lashes.
“Are you well? Have you rested? Are you fed?” He prompts.
You raise your head, surprised by his questions.
“I am well, your highness. I have a roof above me.”
His cheek ticks, “same as you were. Same as I remember.”
He puts his head back and closes his eyes. He sighs deeply. You waver before him, unsure what to do next.
“I don’t mind the cold. My land is frigid most days but I felt a true shiver out there on that road. Even Roach could not ease it.”
You watch him, awaiting an order, not so well attuned to conversation. More often than not, a response is not warranted, just action. He gives you little direction though he is a man who easily commands.
“My horse. Stinky steed,” he muses as he keeps his eyes closed, “valiant nonetheless.” He lets out another heavy exhale, “will you mind the door? Wake me when the bishop arrives should I doze?”
“As you wish, your highness,” you go to the door, taking your usual stance beside it.
He is still. The amber light of the lantern limns his large figure as he reclines in the stiff chair. He does not move but a man who has ridden to war has slept on worse. You cannot tell if he truly slumbers but you know it is not appropriate to stare.
You remain in silence. It isn’t so bad to the duchess and her daughter. Almost serene if not for the tension of the man’s presence. A king. A wintry figure with his icy hair and colder demeanour. You do not envy Jazlene, he will be a rigid husband. She will not bowl him over as her mother does the duke.
You listen beyond the walls, trying to track the activity beyond. There are softer voices you can’t make out, creaks which could be only the wind, and footfalls which are most certainly only servants about their tasks. The tedium stretches on as the lantern light wobbles.
You stare at the wall opposite. The summer hue breezes in with a hint of pollen between the open curtains. Still the chamber remains dim in stone and mortar.
There is the crank of the gates and you shift. You turn your head to hear better the entry of a new party. A man’s tenor from below assures you of the arrival. You wait until the footfalls reach the stairs. You do not relish waking the king should he have managed to sleep.
You look to the king in the chair but find him alert. His eyes are centered on you as he sits straight, golden irises blazing. You gulp and shy away.
“I believe the bishop has come, your highness.”
He doesn’t speak or move. He just watches you. His gaze bores until it burns. You fear you might have strayed somehow.
Finally, he slides to the edge of the chair and stands. He does not seem eager as he makes slow progress towards the door. As he crosses the room, he stops, just before the door, right beside you.
“A war for a wife,” he mutters, “a barter, I suppose.” He reaches for the metal loop on the door, “come, little maid, we might need a pillow should the lady faint again.”
#geralt of rivia#dark geralt#dark!geralt#geralt of rivia x reader#the witcher#fic#dark fic#dark!fic#series#au#winter's king#medieval au
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thank you for the tag, dove!!!!! ✨💖✨
get to know you better game! answer the questions and tag 9 people you want to know better.
tagged by: @gallopinggallifreyans 🥰
last song i listened to: I, Carrion (Icarian) by Hozier (ngl this album has had me wrapped around its nonexistent finger since it came out last year)
currently reading: rereading pjo and in the middle of the titan's curse, i forgot how good this series is and it's particular humor always leaves me cackling 😂💕
currently watching: still working my way through one piece, but lately it's been nature documentaries and buzzfeed unsolved: supernatural/watcher ghost hunting vids 👻
currently obsessed with: playing through pokémon shining pearl!
no pressure tags: @sanjisflatass @leftsidebonfire @rxwen @deermessrs @theclearblue @tojiswhore-nanamisslut @if-dreams-do-come-true @moocowofdoom and @smallsilvermoons 💕
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Could you write face sitting with Ethan (from the prompt list), please? 👀
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Ethan suggested this a couple of times, but you were resilient about it because you feared that you might suffocate him.
"You didn't understand me, love. I want you to sit on my face with all your weight." He likes to be crushed between your thighs, to have your thighs suffocate him and your cunt to move along his nose.
So, once you sat on his face his tongue begins to move immediately between your folds so gently, so he won’t miss any single drop of your juice. When his lips will go lower to pleasure your throbbing hole, you’ll feel his delicate nose rubbing gently along your clit. He won’t stop moaning himself as this turns him on.
His hands will rest on your thighs the whole time, squeezing your flesh harder and harder as he feels his own arousal increasing.
His eyes will be close shut most of the time as pleasure overwhelms him, but he will occasionally peek to watch your body. After one peek at your breasts and he starts to yearn for something else, so he moves his hand up to cup one of them, making you whine even louder.
While his fleshy tongue fucks your hole, his fingers will pinch and twist your hard nipple.
"Hmmm, you are divine." he would murmur in the short time between thrusts.
Moaning his name, you take a fist full of his hair and began to ride his face slowly. With a smirk, he sticks his tongue out, allowing you to pleasure yourself.
His hand went back to your thigh.
His cock begins to throb every time he feels your hard clit rubbing over his tongue. Your moans increase in volume the faster you move, and you grab the bed frame for support. Ethan starts to flick his tongue, immediately matching your rhythm which sends multiple waves of pleasure through your body. Unknowingly, you let yourself so fall completely over his face, but Ethan didn’t mind. The fact that he was suffocating between your legs threw him over the edge. From his throbbing cock little white pearls of cum start to emerge, dripping down his length.
“Ethan…I’m close…” you announced in a whiny voice.
“Cum for me, princess.”
Your vision turns blurry and the pressure from your lower belly starts fading as you reach your orgasm. Your warm juice starts leaking down his face and Ethan immediately uses his tongue to clean your up. This cause your body to twitch as you start to be overstimulated, and you pat his head a few times to make him stop.
“Something’s wrong?” He asks, bright blue eyes looking up at you with concern.
“N-no, I’m done…”
“Oh…” he helps you get down and position a pillow behind your back.
A smirk appears on your face when you notice his red and swollen cock.
“Someone needs to take care of that.” You say as you gently tap his tip.
“Yeah…I wonder who.”
With a chuckle you position yourself between his legs and take his tip in your mouth, making him fall back on the pillow with a loud exhale. It was your turn to pleasure him.
Tag-list: @alewesker @rokurodokuro @brownsugarwrites (if you wanna be tagged DM me for which fandom/characters. Ty!)
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Pearl and Grian terrorizing Jimmy while trying to focus on the game. Sibling behavior. Reminds me of the glamor tag scene.
Grian’s evil laugh
Seconds before disaster
The shield did not help
This one reminds me of that one meme format
And finally, my fav, Jimmy having not yet realized what’s happening behind him.
these are from his vod btw
I LOVE ALL OF THESE THANK YOU FOR SHARING! 💖
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— what your aura quiz
this was so cute! I loved this quiz, thank you so much for the tags @mandoisapunk, @tinycozycomfort, @moonlight-prose, @ladyxskywalker! 💖
Seafoam
clear water, milkshakes, crystals, agave, candy dishes, converse, seashells.
you lose yourself in dreams and drift away from reality. happiness is easier when alone; your sensitivity has borne you too many scars to risk honesty again. your imagination and intuition help you dive deep into introspection, at the cost of truly unfurling. you are the dreamer. you are the wallflower. you find kinship in like-minded individuals of teal, jade, sky, and sage, who similarly value their authenticity. you are also drawn to the diligent honeysuckle and coral, who will help you grow and turn your thoughts to reality. however, you may struggle to get along with the stubborn personalities of pearl and tawny who have no room for contradiction.
(No pressure tags: @the-scandalorian, @celestianstars, @flightlessangelwings, @citrus-moonlight, @obiknights, @lcvenderblues, @heybluechild, @aerynwrites, @lowlights, @ifimayhaveaword, @0celesteisthebest0 & you 💖)
#the best this is my fave color#I saw others add photos and I wanted to do that too 💖#so sorry if you’ve been tagged!#I just love seeing everyone’s colors#uquiz
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15 Questions 15 Mutuals
Thanks for the tags @peony-pearl and @sleepyghoststories 💖💖💖
1. Were you named after anyone?
A fictional character from a movie my parents watched while dating.
2. When was the last time you cried?
I don't remember. Which means I'm due for a breakdown soon.
3. Do you have kids?
Nope
4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?
It's how I cope
5. What is the first thing you notice about people?
Usually their appearance/outfit
6. What is your eye color?
Dark brown
7. Scary movies or happy endings?
Happy endings ❤️
8. Any special talents?
I can roll my eyes to the back of my head. Makes for excellent zombie impressions.
9. Where were you born?
illinois
10. Have any Hobbies?
Drawing, writing, cosplaying
11. Have any pets?
No but I always wanted a cat
12. What spots do you play/ have you played?
I used to do track and volleyball
13. How tall are you?
5'7"
14. What is your favorite subject at school?
Art class
15. Dream job?
In a perfect world, writer and voice actor.
Tags: @avatardoggo @exhaustedhope @wingchunwaterbender @friendrat @trashfactorysstuff @emmelinekahuyan @love-airy @love-n-purple @longing-for-rain @moonlitxeuphoria @its-booklovr @monochromeswirl @fireliliesstuff @evsalonyx @ekwolfwriter-blog
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WIP Wednesday
Tagged by @911onabc @rewritetheending @folk-fae @monsterrae1 @wh0re-behavi0r @sibylsleaves @roy-kents @spotsandsocks @buddierights @devirnis
Thank you darlings, muah! 💖
I am really in the thick of first son au, but I am nearing the finish line, I think, which I am thankful for because this angst is killing me. So, here have a taste :
Buck takes a gasping, shuddering breath and clutches onto Bobby, his tears falling freely and soaking into the collar of Bobby’s shirt. “I hate what they’ve done to me,” he whimpers.
“I know, kid,” Bobby says, voice thick. “I know. But I’m here. We’re all here and you’re not alone.”
They sit there like that, Bobby holding Buck amidst the scent of honeysuckle and flowers planted with love and smiles and the churning sea of grass that slowly calms into a bubbling brook leading to Eddie that Buck thinks he just might be able to cross without stumbling and sinking until he drowns.
These past few weeks, Buck has felt like all the good in his life, all the love he has accumulated and earned, all the memories that glowed with precious clarity, were pearls on a necklace: smooth and shiny and elegant and treasured. Then the necklace broke and the pearls scattered, falling to the ground, slipping in between the floorboards, rolling underneath furniture, covered from sight, never to be found again.
He wondered if eventually he’d forget what the pearls even looked like, how they felt in his hands, the honor and joy of possessing them in the first place and being trusted with keeping them safe, but right now, it feels like he’s found a small cluster of those pearls, stumbled across them the moment he gave up the search, like they’ve just been lying in wait for him all along.
Buck cradles the pearls in his hand, their round, iridescent faces shining with images of him and Bobby throughout the years, and he tucks them into his heart as he tucks his face into Bobby’s neck and breathes.
Tagging: @elvensorceress @spaceprincessem @hippolotamus @shortsighted-owl @useramor @messyhairdiaz @fleurdebeton @bigfootsmom @rottenmarigolds @panbuckley @transboybuckley @transbuck @wikiangela @jesuisici33 @betty-boom @the-likesofus @heartbeatdiaz @rogerzsteven @greyacebuckley @bekkachaos @cowboy-buddie @honestlydarkprincess and anyone else who wants to share something!
#buddie#buddie wip#evan buckley#bobby nash#first son au#911#bobby is buck's dad#this fic is my hate letter to the buckley parents#ryan writes#my wips#wip wednesday
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Hello!! :D
Just popping in to say ILYSM (in that strange, mutuals on the internet sorta way) and that you have lots of fans who love your Halsin-posting. Your post notifications always brighten my day. ❤️
Idk why in the world you’ve got people investing their finite existence on this good Earth giving you grief. Some of your stuff might not be everyone’s cup of tea (pleasing everyone is an impossibility, after all), but it doesn’t even come close to the kinds of things my favourite hardcore/“problematic” (<= self-described, including the quotations, lmao!) Halsin/bg3 writers and artists post. And I don’t see anyone clutching their pearls in their comment sections.
Like, when I click on the profile of one of my favourite writers (which includes you! 🥰 But not this example, I love all your stuff!) and see that they’ve posted a story with a description like: “hardcore kinky stuff that you’re not into, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat”, I simply keep scrolling and maybe pick one of the hundreds to thousands of other bg3 stories I could choose from. But maybe that’s just me. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
(Ao3 has tag filtering, you guys, it’s amazing. Remember the fucking Dark Ages when Ao3 didn’t have that at all? How tf did we ever live like that? That’s the kind of shit you say Thanks for at family Thanksgiving. And don’t tell you guys haven’t figured out at least one of the dozens of ways to filter stuff out on godsdamn Tumblr of all places; we’ve been tweaking the etiquette of that for years!)
How utterly irrational it is for these people to look at such an openly Queer and Kinky video game — the likes of which I’ve never seen in the mainstream before (He-llo strategically advantageous BDSM scene! 🤤) — and decide that they’re going to go around policing how people iterate upon those pre-established themes. How did this fandom attract puritans of all people? [Insert “The Myth of ‘Consensual’ Sex” meme here.]
Any-hoosies, all this to say that your haters are a weird, vocal minority that are letting you live rent free in their heads, instead of doing something meaningful or joyful with their pathetic, puritanical existences. There are way more people who love the kind of meta and fics that you post.
Have a good day!! XOXO 🥰😘💋💖💛🫶🤙
Hello! Thank you so much- that means a lot to me. It's weird to think of myself having "fans" lol! Like you're not the first person to use that word but it's just. Such a weird (in a good way) concept for me???? Like!?!?!? But I'm so glad to hear you love my posts <3
Yeah, pleasing everyone is impossible, and it's weird that of all things, my extremely mild CNC kink fic has become the antis' boogeyman. Fam there is literal necrophilia kink in this fandom! (Not saying they deserve to be harassed either, of course, no one should be!) But the fic that has become the pinnacle of what's problematic in this fandom is a survivor writing about a fictional survivor using kink to reclaim their sexuality? Like. OK Jan
See, but that's the difference, you're a grown adult who takes responsibility for curating your experience, whereas others.... either don't, or they don't read it but act like the fic EXISTING is a problem. I guess some people are in for a rude awakening when they discover who the Marquis de Sade is......
God, remember BEFORE AO3? Remember FFN when half the time, the PAIRING wasn't even properly tagged bc you could only tag two characters at all, so people would by default just tag the most popular characters to appear in the story? And instead of tags, you had genres, so you had to decide if you wanted romance/hurt/comfort or friendship/tragedy or what? (I'm a certified Fandom Old- on my old account I was in the first 10,000 users on AO3).
Yeah, people really are missing the point of this game- and it's no coincidence most of these folks are younger. (And a lot are exclus too; I've seen them get angry at the BG3 characters being canonically pan, saying that "pansexuality is a made-up Tumblr sexuality). So... totally blind to the interwoven history of queerness and kink. Not surprising.
Thank you so much for this kind message, anon, you cheered me up a lot. <3 I hope you have a great day!
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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💖
This is amazing!
A Therapeutic Chain of Events (Thomas/Alastair, 16,763 words). Highkey one of my favourite things I have ever written. It's essentially my love letter to the ship, and I'm extremely proud of it.
The Name We Give Our Mistakes (Matthew character study, 35,442 words). Definitely my longest fic, and I had such a great time with it. Matthew is my everything and I am glad I got to do his story justice with this.
A Ribbon of Dream (Thomas/Alastair, 19,768 words). I had such a great time writing this one, and I especially loved writing Thomas and Alastair as they grew old together. It's one of my favourites by a long shot.
The Moon in Her Chariot of Pearl (Matthew & Will/Tessa, 7457 words). Had an enormously good time with this one, and the story of Will and Tessa's 30th anniversary is one I've wanted to tell for a while. Plus, I always have so much fun with Matthew Fairchild: An Expert in Romantics fics.
Dreamscapes on the Wall (Thomas/Alastair, 9073 words). Such a feel-good fic. I had a great time writing it, and reading it makes me feel all warm inside.
Tagging @themimsyborogove @luciehercndale @vwritesaus @thevagabondexpress and @faithfromanewperspective. <3
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SOCIAL MEDIA BLURB!
harry x poc indian actress!y/n
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yourinstagram thank you to whoever caught this moment. i never thought i would see myself up on the big screen, it’s more than a dream come true. i hope you love pearl as much as i do. she’s truly amazing.
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harryfan89 i can’t believe harry gets to date her
harryfan0 she’s so cute i love her
ynfan34 i saw it !!! it’s amazing !!!!
harrystyles ❤️
yourinstagram <3
ynandharryfan7 forever obsessed with them
tayrussell love u 🪷❤️🔥🔪
yourinstagram i love you more
harryfan67 so beautiful
ynfan77 the dress 🙇♀️🙇♀️🙇♀️🙇♀️
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ynandharryupdates Y/N WALKING OUT OF THE ARENA AFTER THE CONCERT TONIGHT!
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harryfan3 when does she not look beautiful
harryfan89 shouldn’t she be promoting her movie?
ynfan65 she is. let her have a personal life too.
ynfan34 the fact that her and harry are going to get married
harryfan12 she’s ugly
ynandharryfan78 and you can yourself a fan? 🙄
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ynupdates harry being the cutest partner and telling people to go see y/n’s new movie pearl 🥹🥹
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ynfan89 SHE LIKED !!!
ynfan22 if he wanted to, he would guys!
yourinstagram my heart ♥️
ynupdates OH MY GOD
harryfan78 ARIANA WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE
ynfan78 he’s too cute
ynfan89 harry is so supportive i want him
harryfan67 i loved pearl but i love her earlier films in bollywood a little more
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yourinstagram pink for pearl ! 💕💐🌸💖💞
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gemmastyles beautiful sissy
yourinstagram miss u 🥹
harryfan78 oh my god
ynfan67 i love you and this look 😭
harrystyles gorgeous xxx
yourinstagram ♥️♥️♥️
ynandharryfan now this is camp
pillowpersonpp wow ❤️
pillowpersonpp so beautiful 💐💐
yourinstagram 🥹🫶
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harrystyles so fucking proud of you. PEARL IN THEATRES NOW!
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yourinstagram sobbing
harryfan67 she’s so me coded
annetwist proud is an understatement!
ynfan89 from bollywood to a24. range.
harryandyn framing this
gemmastyles same
ynfan23 she’s beautiful
harryfan78 saw it !! it was so fucking good !!
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#harry styles#harry styles fanfiction#harry styles one shot#harry styles smut#harry styles fluff#harry styles angst#harry styles x y/n#harry styles fanfic#harry styles x reader#harry styles blurb
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WIP last lines tag game
Rules: Share 7 (or more) lines of a WIP you've been working on.
Thank you for the tag, @youknowmevj ! Sending love 💞💞💖💖💖
Okay, I couldn't decide what to send, because be proud would be spoilers, your fingers seek mine would make everyone cry, so I decided on six lies and one truth.
Premise: An agreement is made on the dawn of 2nd May, 1998. Harry gives Voldemort victory in return of stopping the hunt of muggle-borns and letting them normally into the wizarding society, and in return, Harry will never raise her wand against him nor he against her. Voldemort agrees. The vow is made, a contract signed, and Harry leaves wizarding society in Britain. After six months, she leaves England to travel the world. Voldemort didn't think Harry would ever leave. So, he tracks Harry’s whereabouts down every month, trying to convince her to come back to England.
“Well, thanks to you, we have forever, and if you grow bored, you’ve got plenty of other things to do!” hollered Harry.
“I don't want to do anything else, you stubborn witch!” shrieked Voldemort.
“Says the most stubborn wizard in the history of the world!” hollered Harry, trying to kick him off her, the grass of the field mildly itching at the back of her shirt. But Voldemort was too heavy, and the kicks all missed. “You selfish old man, leave me to live!"
Staring up into red eyes that seemed to see only her, Harry felt tears edge at her eyelashes, voice breaking, turning hoarse. “You have what you want! You won! Leave me be! Let me live a life without you!”
“Noooo!” Voldemort cried, the word filled with deep agony — one Harry felt like an echo in her soul, like someone stabbed her in the heart — like the mere idea of what Harry said brought him immense pain, like it was killing him.
Voldemort strikes out like a snake, white hands lunging, wrapping around Harry's wrists like two snakes, long skeletal fingers coiling around them, pinning them to the ground.
Harry never realized how tall Voldemort was until he was on top of her, casting an immense shadow over her, creating a shade for Harry with his own body, protecting her from the glare of the shining sun.
“You’re —” sneered Voldemort. Whatever it was Harry was, Voldemort could not articulate it, howling in rage instead.
Harry felt the same.
He looks beautiful in the sun, thought Harry, mesmerized, staring up at the waxy skin of Voldemort's white face gleaming like a pearl.
Then…
I want to kiss him.
Tagging (no pressure): @tommarvoloriddlesdiary , @liquidluckandstuff @limonium-anemos @riddlemeharder @shouldertallabyss @inkwardspots @loneamaryllis @cordeliawrites @purplewitch156 @monsieurclavier @mishqua @isalisewrites
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Which color is your aura quiz?
I was tagged by @princessanglophile @beabliss and @pamasaur 💖
Ivory
lace, marble, china dishes, doves, paper, bones, vanilla shakes. your essence is ivory: you are a piece of history, sturdy and eternal. others believe you to be gentle; they don't see the pressure that is threatening to crack you. you seek control and organize your life into rows. you are the overseer. you are the porcelain. you find kinship in like-minded individuals of grey, noir, pearl, and ashen, who share the pressure you put on yourself. you are also drawn to the expressive rose and lilac, who will help you grow and learn that things will be okay even if they don't go right. however, you may struggle to get along with the indulgent personalities of sky and apricot who need too much stimulation and decadence.
So basically, I read this as I am neurotic which is correct. 👍🏽 🤣🤣🤣
No pressure tags: @fhatbhabie @laurfilijames @mandoisapunk (sorry if you did it already)
#what is your aura quiz#quiz#I’m fancy like lace!#Not really#I would match sweatpants with any Pedro character#I am only gentle at work 🤣#Otherwise I’m told I don’t know my own strength
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godd the way you write pearl and gem’s dynamic is soo <333 and esp when u compare pearl and grian in their respective new homes??? god i NEED to see them meet. will they recognize each other? will that sibling-like spark still be there or has it been stomped down to the ground from their trauma? will they do a lil. lil morning fly perhaps ?? :D
and back to shiny duo my beloveds, the way you write their friendship?? how pearl’s warmed up to gem and relaxes and is Herself around her but still falls into old habits every now and then, and how gem’s just happy to have a friend with her … goshh and i love when theyr slaying and being a little (or too much) protective over each other. i’d love to see more of them and the journeys they went on behind the scenes and how far theyd go for each other.
ah sorry for the ramble but !! im sooo in love with the world you’ve crafted and the characters you’ve written (as a pearl main ive been FED everytime she appears in your fics) and im looking forward to see how everything ties back together!! and this may be a little outstretched hand asking if i could,,, draw some fanart/doodles of the fic (if i have the time) ?? :D
love u author thank u for the amazing fic! <3
Ahhh! I’m so glad you love Shiny Duo! Pearl and Gem girlbossing through the world caring for each other and being such good sweet friends!
Grian and Pearl reuniting is….well, I’d hate to spoil it considering it would be such a big moment, but there are lots more plans for Traveling Thieves that I’m very excited to share!
Pearl is gonna get lots more time! And I would LOVE LOVE LOVE any doodles or fanart you might draw for the AU! Please post it and mention me and use the AU tag so I can see if you don’t mind, I would absolutely adore seeing it!!!
Thank you for coming by the say hi! 💖
#fanfic#ao3 fanfic#hermitcraft#traffic smp#worldbuilding#life series#traveling thieves au#geminitay#geminislay#pearlescentmoon#shiny duo#grian
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