#reopening plan is complicated

[hlficlibrary]

✤ Enemies to Lovers ✤

A series of posts with the top five fics of each category by kudos plus five more hidden gems from that category! Remember to leave kudos and a comment on the fics you enjoyed to show your appreciation! You can find our other recs here.

- Top 5 H/L Fics -

1️⃣ Unbelievers by @isthatyoularry {E, 136k}

It’s Louis’ senior year, and he’s dead set on doing it right. However, along with his pair of cleats, a healthy dose of sarcasm and his ridiculous best friend, he’s also got a complicated family, a terrifyingly uncertain future, and a mortal enemy making his life just that much worse. Mortal enemies “with benefits” was not exactly the plan.

Or: The one where Louis and Harry definitely aren’t friends, and football is everything.

2️⃣ Soft Hands, Fast Feet, Can't Lose by dolce_piccante / @haydolce {M, 112k}

American Uni AU. Harry Styles is a frat boy football star from the wealthy Styles Family athletic dynasty. A celebrity among football fans, he knows how to play, he knows how to party, and he knows how to fuck (all of which is well known among his legion of admirers).

Louis Tomlinson is a student and an athlete, but his similarities to Harry end there. Intelligent, focused, independent, and completely uninterested in Harry’s charms, Louis is an anomaly in a world ruled by football.

A bet about the pair, who might be more similar than they originally thought, brings them together. Shakespeare, ballet, Disney, football, library chats, running, accidental spooning, Daredevil and Domino’s Pizza all blend into one big friendship Frappucino, but who will win in the end?

3️⃣ Collision by itjustkindahappened / @tequiladimples {E, 226k}

Mythology/Fairytale!AU in which Louis is a dainty fairy with a temper who wants to be intimidating and Harry hurts people. Naturally, they hate each other.

(Featuring Liam, the big and not-so-bad wolf who’s got a thing for humans, Zayn, a human with supernaturally good looks, and Niall, the cupid who just wants his job to be easier.)

4️⃣ Flightless Bird by audreyhheart {E, 97k}

AU where Louis Tomlinson is a principal dancer with The Royal Ballet. When his rival from ballet school, moody dance prodigy Harry Styles joins the company, old wounds are reopened and old passions reignited. During the company's production of Swan Lake the secret that doomed their love is finally revealed, but will it be too late?

5️⃣ don't make this easy (i want you to mean it) by wildestdreams / @thelavendrhaze {E, 24k}

“Harry’s a player. All he does is chat everyone up. And guys like him are just--so ugh. He’s got that arrogant, self-assured smirk plastered to his face all the time. Always smug and stupid, like he could get anyone he lays his eyes on. All he does is make me mad and laugh all the time like he knows something that I don’t. That is so annoying.”

“But that’s just Harry,” Niall shrugged at Louis. “He doesn’t even try to flirt or anything. He’s just naturally charming, but that doesn’t mean he’s a player nor that he’s trying to get into everyone's pants. He’s just friendly. And he likes you. He doesn’t usually fall for people, but he fell for you.”

“Oh, should I feel special then?” Louis asked, snorting and rolling his eyes.

or Harry’s a frat boy who is head over heels for Louis and Louis wants nothing to do with him.

HIDDEN GEMS:

💎 An Amazing Race Around the World (And to my Heart) by Thingssicant / @slowlyseducedbycurls {E, 89k}

“This year marks our thirtieth race around the world, thirty seasons of teams bound by friendship, family, and even some people who just band together for the chance at the prize. But this year, we want to remove that dynamic,” Phil said, rubbing his hands together gently.

The cameras were whirring around them, trying to get every shocked face and gasp from the teams. Louis could feel a ringing in his ears, a new nervousness he hadn’t felt during the entire journey to this competition.

He was sweating more now, more than he could blame on the California sun, as Phil started to read the names of the new teams, the members hugging their loved ones before joining a complete stranger in their new allotted spot.

Or an Amazing race Hate to Lovers au

💎 no heart for me like yours (no love for you like mine) by @phdmama {E, 46k}

When Harry Styles, wedding dress designer to the stars (sort of) and Louis Tomlinson, wedding planner and relationship expert (kind of) meet on the occasion of their sisters' engagement, sparks fly. But not the good kind. Louis thinks Harry is a dick and Harry thinks Louis is an asshole.

That doesn't last long.

The road to true love isn't always smooth or uncomplicated. Can two stubborn men find their way?

💎 an ocean in my veins (you'll be diving in) by me_her_themoon / @dreamersdivin-headfirst {E, 31k}

But, since Niall is so talkative to literally anyone with a working mouth, it means that when Louis Tomlinson started to take a shine to him, Harry started to hate him.

Because suddenly, it wasn’t just Harry and Niall, and whoever else wanted to join their antics. It was Harry and Niall and Louis.

Did Harry mention that Louis is a stupid fucking prick? He wants to make sure that’s clear.

[or, harry and louis hate each other and niall just wants everyone to get along]

💎 Spinning Out Waiting for You by amomentoflove / @daggerandrose {M, 18k}

Harry Styles is a year and a half away from graduating with a masters in potions and he has one huge milestone to reach in his academy career: the Matching Ceremony.

From Halloween night until graduation, matched witches and familiars will have to create a talisman to be a physical representation of their bond. One for the witch and one for the familiar. Most pairings last an entire lifetime.

If only it were that simple.

💎 Can't Buy My Love, Can Buy Me Dinner by LadyAJ_13 / @ladyaj-13 {G, 9k}

Is it ethical to accept a dinner date for the free food? And will you hate me when I go anyway?

Fact 1: Louis hates Harry Styles. Fact 2: Louis is temporarily living off toast and spaghetti hoops. Fact 3: ...Louis may be semi-accidentally dating his worst enemy.

#ficrec #enemiestolovers #hlcreators #hljournal #trackinghome #trackinghappily #1dficvillage #ladyaj13 #amomentoflove #phdmama #thingssicant #isthatyoularry #dolcepiccante #itjustkindahappened #audreyhheart #wildestdreams #meherthemoon

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[itznarcotic]

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I was ready to move on, I had made my last statement and I haven't looked at anything regarding my past for a full week. I didn't look at anything regarding legal documents or anything regarding my situation since I moved back to Doki. I wanted to be hopeful for the future and never interact with that side again. So to see it all come back and reopen a wound that I was ready to heal from and to have to talk to my lawyer again on how to respond.

The document mentioned was at first made to document my thoughts and history with evidence so that my lawyer can see the general picture of what was going on, and if there were issues that should be addressed. It was first made during my darkest time mentally and I wrote everything on my mind little by little at that time. I made the document thinking that it was never going to be public to anyone but to my lawyer. Although it was a document filled with my personal information as well privacy information that should not be public, there were no other addresses or specific locations mentioned. Regarding a recording, this was not intended to be anything other than a distribution test for planning of a collaborative event between two people, which happened to be left over from one test recording, and I never recorded any other conversations with anyone. The recording was never shown anywhere even in a legal setting and there are no other records. However, I regret that it was mentioned and I am sorry to all parties affected for the misunderstanding in this.

I requested that I just wanted to move on. Sometimes I didn't hear anything for days from the lawyers on the other side and felt like I'd be alone and isolated for a long time. It made it so hard for me mentally. On Feb 5th, my lawyer discussed and said it will be best to show the document I wrote to the other lawyers as we have not heard from them for a week or any negotiation talks or given a meeting to discuss after my request to part. It was never intended to be used for anything else, I've asked my lawyer to convey that and have communication that the document as it was written wasn't going to be released anywhere, and my lawyer did so when sending the document. Less than two hours after my lawyer sent the document, the termination notice came out. I was very shocked, but thought that was the last time I will hear or think about the document and that this, personally and my own opinion, was the end of the lawyers and legal involvement.

All of the communication was done between lawyers in Japanese. Things are not black and white and everything gets more complicated and muddled when lawyers are involved in a different country. When things are conveyed to multiple parties through different degrees of communication, everything turns into different narratives and different translations. I thought it was over and I've accepted what happened and ready to move on. Everything I post to the public about the situation was a response. If it was a month ago, it will have been different as I was angry but I was also very alone in my head. But it's not a month ago and I've accepted it. I wanted it to be neutral and private but now the whole world is involved and the public is watching every step that happens.

I am not perfect and I have faults. I had to watch my dad cry and break down in front of me for the first time in my life last night. Despite everything that has happened, please show kindness to all parties involved, there are real people behind the monitors. One of the reasons why I wanted this to be private is that the internet can be a cruel place and I knew this would happen the moment this type of notice drops. What I didn't reveal to anyone and only my parents and therapist knew was that it was not one attempt but two, which happened a few weeks after the first. My parents found me in time after searching for me for hours before anything happened. I was in a really dark place and I do not wish this to anyone. No one should go through what I went through. I reveal this now not for pity but to state that no life, no matter what, should be risked for ego or winning anything. There are no winners in this. Please don't make it like high school. Treat everyone like adults and with some empathy and kindness.

For those who wish to see receipts or documents or anything else, hoping I will reveal them, I'm sorry but these are the things that should be private and if needed, between lawyers. Revealing private documents and talking about the details within will only just make things worse and more complicated as outside parties get involved and will just hurt everyone. No one deserves to be pushed over the edge. So many people have got hurt and involved even if they were innocent bystanders. In the end, I will always be here to respond and that is the only thing I will do in public. I hope this will be the last statement I have to make.

#dokibird #vtubers #selen tatsuki #nijisanji #cw self harm #cw sui attempt mention

[arctic-shard]

Decided to post some SCP-132-ARC In Alagadda sketches since I'm thinking about it again. Mirth wears a small humanoid body through most of the story because since this kidnapping was Mirth's plan, it's the one playing guide. It was aiming for Romance Novel Hero but is always going to look like Mirth.

Diligence gets roped in because someone needs to teach the human about How To Alagadda and it does not trust Mirth to do it properly. There will be so many books.

Dolores' problem is that Alagadda is strange and horrible and she knows Mirth and Diligence are just using her for their own confusing plots but also they're actually teaching her how to control her anomalies and she can go outside and the people don't treat her like a freak so is it better to go back to the Foundation and safety ( and they'll have to reopen her file and pay attention to her after this ) or stay in Alagadda where she's free but everything is complicated, dangerous, and sinful.

Odious wants nothing to do with any of this nonsense.

035 is freaking right the hell out.

#alagadda #scp-132-arc #red lord mirth #red lord alagadda #white lord diligence #white lord alagadda

[gapsbetweenlovers]

the way to his heart: part three

——

The brazen question Carmen just posed nearly sends you into cardiac arrest. Your heart suffers an emotional beating during the ensuing silence you offer him. Pangs, punches, and paralyzing shockwaves complicate your breathing pattern and render you speechless. 

What's the other option? 

Well, given that Carmen is taking your reticent reaction with a downward tug of humiliation on his lips and an awkward clearing of his throat, you suppose you could dwell on the logistics of his question while he patiently, albeit pitifully, lingers in your drawn-out bewilderment. You should stutter out some sort of coherent response, anything, but your unintended form of slow torture is kind of what he deserves for springing such an abrupt change of pace on you after months of radio silence. 

Option #1: Take him home like you originally planned to. You still remember where he lives since the brain doesn't allow people to forget places once suffused with painful memories. Despite the strange feelings that would no doubt be dug up if you saw the lonely place in which he hides himself, the overall process would be harmless and devoid of muddling things any further. It's simple — You can drop him off, and if he invites you inside, you will politely decline and soften the blow with a parting embrace that could be the last one. 

Option #2: Give credence to what he's insinuating. Or, at least, what you think he's insinuating. He... wants to kiss you, right? The closeness in which he currently sits next to you is too warm and inviting to be solely a coincidence. And he's been staring at you differently all day, his sunken blue eyes holding your gaze so intensely, it's like they're trying to tell you something he can't quite verbalize himself. Then there's his lips. You had the gift of making them lift into a smile more than once today, and whenever they did that remarkable thing, it was hard not to imagine kissing them greedily. 

Basically, there's a safe option and a this-could-potentially-ruin-everything option. 

You stare at Carmen's side profile in deep contemplation, weighing the two hypothetical outcomes of such an unexpected end to your night. And he was the one to initiate it, which is mind-boggling in itself. This emotionally distant man you've held onto in hopes he'd let his defenses down is now suddenly creating an opening to fully love him again after an excruciating wait. 

Then again, you could be totally wrong. Maybe the other option Carmen is thinking of involves you leaving him alone on the beach so he can smoke and wallow in his woe. 

"I can drive you home, so you don't have to take the bus," Carmen says quietly, the sound of the ocean waves almost overpowering the dejected tone in his voice. You notice it anyway. He's ashamed he let himself become so vulnerable, but he should know by now that that's all you could ever ask of him. 

"No, stay," you insist, grabbing his arm before he can begin fleeing the scene. Panic surges in your chest. "Stay and talk to me. You were doing so good." 

Carmen shakes his head a little. "Doesn't matter what I have to say," he murmurs while anxiously tapping his thumb on his knee. If only he had a spoon to occupy his fidgeting fingers. 

"I care about every word that comes out of your mouth." 

When his gaze shifts to yours for a split second, he appears mentally tormented. "Why are you so empathetic toward me?" 

"Because it's what you need," you say gently. "Plus, believe it or not, empathy can help with the healing process." 

Carmen shrugs semi-passively. "I guess." 

Silence transpires. It's challenging to carry out a fruitful conversation when he sets up mental blockades in fear of wandering into sensitive territory. You don't ever attempt to knock them over, though. Patience is a virtue, and you know he'll one day find the means to reopen his wounds in his own time and allow himself to experience grief in all its raw, unpredictable glory. 

The misery of grief is that there's no endpoint. It's a never-ending cycle that only wears a person down over time. It may get easier as the seasons change, but it always lies in wait like a predator camouflaged in the tall grass, ready to ambush and tear open the flesh of wounds you thought were healed.

Just when you're about to speak again, Carmen, with that broken look in his eyes, asks, "Do you remember Mikey's funeral?" 

Caught off guard, you tilt your head curiously and reply, "Yeah, of course I do. Why?" 

——

Carmen looked devastatingly handsome in his black tuxedo and matching bowtie. He stood next to his parents and sister in the funeral home while a long line of people offered their sympathies one by one. You observed from afar, watching him give fake smiles and handshakes. There was inconceivable grief simmering underneath the surface, and the bags under his eyes were sorrowful enough to show he was hurting deep in his bones. 

His hands were calloused and restless. His soul was shattered and bereaved. 

When you finally approached Carmen as the last person in line, the tears you forcibly kept settled in your waterline spilled over with a gut-wrenching amount of condolence. You saw Carmen blink abruptly like he was lost in an insensate stupor and flinch back to the present before you were thrust into his arms. He didn't cry. There were no choked breaths or sniffles, no drops of wetness on his skin. He was hollow. 

You, however, were inconsolable and filled to the brim with mournfulness. Sobs racked your body, and you tried to keep them as quiet as possible, but the ache in your throat needed too much release. Carmen softly shushed you as you wept, one of his hands reaching up to cup the back of your head while the other wrapped around your trembling shoulders. 

You should have been the one comforting him. You loved Mikey dearly but had only known him for a fleeting time. Carmen grew up with him. They were brothers together, and they didn't get to say goodbye. Why were you the one falling apart? 

"I'm sorry," you managed to vocalize, giving him weak solace. "I'm so sorry, Carmy." 

He took a deep breath that seemed to drain everything out of him, then exhaled tiredly into your hair. "So am I." 

——

"I didn't shed a single tear that day," Carmen says, a shaky, self-deprecating sigh escaping him. "And I-I thought about that for a long time after. Felt really guilty." 

"Everyone grieves differently. You were numb and hadn't processed it yet." 

"But he was my brother. And there was just... nothing. Complete emptiness." 

"Don't beat yourself up over it. I'm a very sensitive person," you admit matter-of-factly. "It doesn't take much for me to get emotional." 

"I know." He swipes back a gold-tinged curl that fell over his forehead. "God, I know, and it fascinates me." 

"It fascinates me too. I'm pretty sure I've cried over a sunset before. 

Carmen gawks at you like you just confessed to a prison-worthy crime. "What? Seriously?" 

You grin, admiring the moon and how it reflects off the rippling lake. "There's nothing quite like a Midwestern sunset. Sometimes, they're so breathtaking that I just sit and tear up over how beautiful this world can naturally be. How lucky are we to collectively experience such a spectacle? And it's different every day. Imagine how dull Earth would be if we were handed the same sky repeatedly." 

He accepts your random soliloquy by pursing his lips and nodding slowly. "Heard." 

"Anyway, I used to despise how sensitive I was. It took a lot of time and effort to embrace my fragility. But now I'm glad simple things like a sunset can trigger those emotions and make me feel alive." 

You've learned that being sensitive is not a weakness. The inner strength and intuition that comes with feeling things profoundly have led you far in life. Now, you can hopefully guide Carmen, who's lost in a labyrinth of his own affliction, to the same place. 

"I think maybe... you're my sunset?" It leaves his mouth as an uncertain question, and a disgusted grimace quickly overtakes his face. "Wow, that's the lamest thing I've ever said. Never mind. Jesus Christ." 

All at once, your heart pounds, expands, and takes flight. This is what you've always craved from Carmen, this soft side that seldom sneaks out. His cheeks are flushed with adorable chagrin, and the correct choice between your two options is so fucking obvious. 

"Just kiss me if you're gonna say stuff like that." 

Carmen's eyebrows rise higher than the goddamn exosphere. Good. It's his turn to be sent into cardiac arrest. You don't know how you expect him to react to your boldness. Right now, he's looking dangerously close to the vicinity of your lips with the slightest hint of a smile. 

Then he laughs and says, "You're such a dork." 

"Well, am I—" 

Two of his fingers are suddenly hooked under your chin, and before you can take your next breath, he lurches forward and connects his lips to yours, shutting you up in arguably the most effective way possible. Your nose slides perfectly in place beside his, and your hands travel to the sturdy slope of his shoulders. You hang on tight, scared to let him go. He needs this. You need this. It's been too long since the last kiss. The last one was painful and left seeds of sadness in the grooves of your soul. 

Carmen's lips are chapped, but you quickly mend them by delicately parting his mouth using your tongue. The instant taste of cigarettes and oranges makes you groan with pleasure, and Carmen slides his tongue over yours, drinking your sounds. It's muscle memory the way you move with him — the physical dance of romance, the push and pull of sensuality. It leaves you longing for more when he eventually retreats his touch to get some air into his lungs. 

Your skin ignites as you chase after more of his affection. Carmen's mouth ends up near your ear, his fingers fiddling with the fabric of your dress. "Missed you," he whispers, swallowing thickly. "I didn't mean to cut you out of my life. I love you. I do."

The hug you give him speaks a thousand truths. "It's okay, Carmy. Shit happens. You're working through it." 

He hums in agreement. "And, uh... thanks for not giving up on me. I know I'm a bitch to deal with, but having you here makes me want to be better." 

You kiss his warm cheek, then stand and offer him a hand. "We're turning over a new leaf starting tomorrow. You and I have some serious things to discuss — the prospect of therapy, your concerning smoking addiction, and the status of our relationship, just to name a few." 

"All right, boss." Carmen slides his hand in yours and hoists himself up with a groan. He then pats his lower back. "Piggyback. C'mon." 

You don't hesitate to climb on his back, snugly wrapping your arms and legs around his buff frame. It's awfully familiar. Back in New York, on his rare nights off work, you'd both get wasted and stumble out of bars or clubs with you clinging onto his back because you didn't want to walk in your heels, and you'd rather not walk barefooted on the filthy streets. He'd carry you wherever he felt like, the city alive with neon lights and the darkness failing to catch up. It was a time when you could both forget about the crushing reality of life. 

"So, where does kissing fall on your list of things we need to discuss?" Carmen asks, effortlessly hauling you toward his car. 

The moon should be envious of how brightly and beautifully you smile. "Oh, we can get a head start on that right now." 

When his blissful laugh echoes around Chicago, the grief slowly becomes replaced by a swelling wave of catharsis.

——

#the bear fanfic #carmen berzatto imagine #carmen berzatto fic #carmen berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto angst #carmen berzatto fluff #carmen berzatto #the bear #jeremy allen white

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Paring: Aemond Targaryen x Baratheon OC

Summary: Elyse & Aemond are wed.

Warnings: language, smut at the end of chapter, mentions of blood, losing v-card, f-receiving 🥵

Word count: 4316

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A wedding was surely a sign that the realm was headed toward prosperity. The Dowager Queen Alicent was convinced that three weddings must be a blessing from the Mother and Maiden. 

She journeyed to the Sept often to pray for good fortune to all parties involved, as whispers of Septa Alicent spread throughout the Keep. 

She did not mind. Alicent found comfort through her prayers. The Sept seemed to be the only place she could think freely, without someone grappling for her attention. 

She prayed often for the health and wellness of her children. For the prosperity of the seven kingdoms. For peace throughout the realm. 

She often found herself praying for Princess Rhaenyra.

Within the same moon, Baela Targaryen would wed her cousin Jacaerys Velaryon, Rhaena Targaryen would wed her cousin Lucerys Velaryon, and Aemond Targaryen would wed Elyse Baratheon. 

Alicent sat within the Sept, eyes shut, head bowed in prayer. Her auburn curls obscured her face as her lips moved in silent prayer. The light of several hundred candles cast shadows around the room. Alicent’s hands were laced together, the skin around her nails just starting to heal. She rubbed her finger across the jagged healing skin of her opposite hand. 

Tensions were still high between the blacks and the greens. The opponents stood facing each other as though matched against one another on a chess board. Flittering about the realm, waiting for the other to strike first. Alicent had heard rumors of Prince Daemon camping at Harrenhaal, something that would need to be dealt with sooner or later, regardless of Rhaenyra’s answer.

Princess Rhaenyra had complications from her labors and was still contemplating the terms delivered by Otto Hightower, nearly a month prior. Alicent had petitioned for the Princess at court, allowing her all the time she deemed necessary for her health. Another day without an answer was another day without the threat of war. And for now, that was enough. 

Alicent thought often of Rhaenyra.

When Rhaenyra departed King’s Landing Alicent urged her to return. Though Rhaenyra had agreed, something had kept her at Dragonstone. Alicent had not received a raven stating why the Princess had been delayed returning. 

Perhaps she had misunderstood Rhaenyra’s intentions to return. She tried to disguise her hurt feelings. 

Rhaenyra had a habit of breaking Alicent’s heart, whether she understood that was what she was doing so or not. 

Alicent reopened her eyes as she ended her prayer. Glancing up at the statue of the Mother, a soft smile danced across her lovely face. 

Her second son would be marrying and for that she was grateful. Everything was appearing to be going as planned. Aegon was king, and Rhaenyra would accept the terms the crown provided. She had to accept the terms. 

Alicent rose from her knees and turned to leave. She would return to the Sept again asking the gods for their good fortune. 

~

The wedding was a small affair, in the royal Sept. 

Helaena had helped Elyse prepare, along with Jeyne and Tasha. Her dark curls had been pulled from her face, some hanging loosely down her back held by a braided crown. Several silver pins adorned her hair, as though stars in the night sky. 

The wedding gown was lovely, Elyse had seen it nearly a week prior for a fitting. The color of a shimmering pearl, with Myrish lace designs of a forest at the hem. A lonely doe stood out between the lace pine trees that trailed up towards her waist. 

Elyse only wished she had some kin present. She yearned for her mother’s touch, for her father to give her away. Though she was thankful for the Targaryen family she loved, Elyse couldn’t help but feel something missing. It made her happy remembering Aemond’s promise to journey to Storm’s End.

Helaena had kissed both her cheeks, eyes wet with tears as she admired her companion. She now stood next to her mother as the ceremony progressed. 

Aegon had escorted Elyse into the Sept, presenting her to his younger brother. Aemond stood, clad in green so dark it could be mistaken for black. His long hair flowed freely down his shoulders. 

“You may now cloak the bride, and bring her under your protection,” the Septon announced. 

Elyse stiffened as Aegon removed the gold cloak decorated with a black stag. In normal circumstances, her father would be the one to remove her cloak, but Lord Borros was not in attendance at the small affair. The King was the only suitable other option.  

Elyse felt suddenly cold without the weight of the cloak and she gazed up at Aemond. The Septon ushered her to turn.

Elyse turned her back towards Aemond kneeling slightly, as he draped the green and gold cloak on her shoulders; the emblem of House Targaryen gleamed proudly on her back. She could feel his hands upon her, lingering a moment before pulling away. 

“With this kiss, I pledge my love,” Elyse spoke softly, “and take you for my lord and husband.”

“With this kiss, I pledge my love, and take you for my lady and wife,” Aemond said, his eye never leaving Elyse’s face. 

“Let it be known that Lady Elyse, of House Baratheon and Prince Aemond of House Targaryen, are one heart, one flesh, one soul. Cursed be he who dare tear them asunder.” the maester finished. Aemond’s eye met Elyse’s gaze. 

He placed his hands in hers before capturing her lips in a sweet kiss. As he pulled away, a blush crept onto her cheeks. 

The feast afterward was small as well, but lively with dancing and merriment. Aemond and Elyse sat together between members of the royal family.

“I only wish Daeron was able to make it,” Helaena lamented, “you know how fond he is of feasts.”

Elyse smiled, taking a sip from the wine in front of her. She had been slowly sipping her wine all evening and had yet to dance, her nerves getting the best of her. 

“Daeron is fond of everything,” Aegon told his sister, causing her to frown. 

“I do not think he is fond of caterpillars,” Helaena retorted, causing Aegon's eyebrows to raise. Elyse heard Aemond chuckle beside her. 

“You see when we were children,” Helaena began before pressing her lips together, “oh never mind.”

“No no, go on,” Aegon said, curiosity written on his face. It was Elyse’s turn to suppress a chuckle. 

“Well,” Helaena began, cheeks reddening, “I didn’t know he did not like them, and so I thought he would look lovely with some atop his shoulder. They complimented his outfit greatly.”

Aegon’s mouth dropped open as he laughed.  

“Who in this family have you not tormented with your creatures?” he accused, and Helaena laughed. 

“She used to make me reach spiders for her in the garden, I assume that counts,” Aemond said, though his smile was kind. 

Elyse hummed in agreement before a laugh escaped her lips. She felt warm with the conversation, and the unity she felt with officially joining the family. Elyse caught Helaena’s eye then and the girls smiled at one another.

Elyse did not notice Helaena’s smile falter as she turned to converse with Alicent, who informed her there would be no official wedding ceremony. Elyse felt relief course through her.

“Come,” Aegon said suddenly rising from his chair, “honor your king with a dance, my lady.”

Elyse was not sure how her relationship with Aegon would be from here on out. Though sometimes he was vile, sometimes he was kind. And he was her king after all. She glanced at Aemond before taking Aegon’s hand.

“You honor me, your grace,” she said, as he led her to the dance floor. 

Aemond watched every move Aegon made as the dance began, ready to rise from his seat at a moment’s notice. 

“Congratulations, brother,” Helaena spoke softly, Elyse and Aegon in her line of sight. 

“Thank you, sister,” Aemond murmured.

Helaena looked at him then, a small smile on her face. 

“Take care of her,” she told him, causing him to turn. Aemond’s brow furrowed at Helaena’s dreamlike expression.

“Hel?” Aemond said, bringing his hand to hers. 

“As storms end, storms begin,” she told him, returning her gaze to the dancefloor.

~

As the feast wound down, the newlyweds were escorted to their shared apartments. Elyse felt strange about saying goodbye to the chambers she had grown in. 

These new apartments seemed almost too grand. A large antechamber opened up to a grand room, with high ceilings. A great fireplace roared with a recently lit fire, casting a warm glow around the room. Towards the rear was an enormous four-poster bed, big enough to comfortably sleep four or five people. 

A chaise and some other seating were placed near the fire, along with a table full of bread, cheeses, and fruit. A pitcher of wine accompanied the food, with two goblets waiting to be filled. 

Elyse walked around the room, admiring it. She turned to face Aemond, who was watching her carefully, drinking in her flushed expression.

“I once told you, that you would be much happier with Lord Maceon,” he said suddenly, unable to contain himself now that they were in the privacy of their own chambers. 

The only sound in the room was the crackling of the fireplace and the beating of Elyse’s heart. Though she hoped Aemond was unable to hear it from where he stood across the room.

“I remember,” she told him, eyes wide.

Aemond’s face softened. He walked towards her, taking her hands in his. He rubbed his thumb across her knuckles. Elyse felt her chest warm at the comforting gesture. 

“There was truth in that. But I wish to try; to make you happy,” he murmured, eyes downcast. 

Elyse tilted her head to the side. Dropping one of his hands she brought her hand to the scarred side of his face. Aemond suppressed a flinch as she pressed her soft hand to his face. Elyse was silent a moment, waiting for him to meet her eyes.

Aemond felt his heart hammering within his chest, but forced himself to look upon her. Her blue eyes were wide, full of adoration. 

“I just want you,” Elyse breathed, Aemond’s eye closing at her words. She could feel him leaning into her hand, his resistance shattering.

Elyse felt herself smile at his vulnerability. She had never seen Aemond like this before. He opened his eye as though reading her mind. Aemond had an alarming habit of knowing her thoughts. 

He placed a kiss on her hand before walking back to the door. Elyse’s brow furrowed, worried for a moment he was going to leave. He instead moved to throw the lock across the door, before turning back to face her. 

“Are you going to be good for me?” Aemond asked, a dark look in his eye. Elyse swallowed, anticipation tingling beneath her skin. 

Aemond sauntered towards her. Elyse stuck her chin up as he came to face her. He brought his hand up to caress the face of the woman he adored. 

“Aren’t I always?” Elyse teased and Aemond tutted. 

“Do you know what I’ve been thinking?” Aemond asked, his voice dangerously calm. 

Elyse shook her head not trusting her voice. 

“About that night after the coronation. How you knew what you wanted from me,” he said, flexing his long fingers for good measure.

“Have you touched yourself before sweet Elyse?” 

Elyse's breath hitched in her chest. 

“Yes,” she admitted, cheeks darkening.

“Did you think of me?” He asked, violet eye wide. 

Elyse said nothing, confirming what he already assumed to be true. Aemonds face broke out in a ravenous grin. 

“Turn for me,” he commanded and Elyse obeyed. She could feel Aemond’s hands at the laces of her gown, nimble fingers undoing the restraints of her corset. Not a moment later, the gown pooled to the floor, leaving Elyse in her shift. 

Helaena had chosen the shift she wore, smooth silk trimmed with Myish lace. Much fancier than she was used to. 

She could feel her breath turning into pants, her face burning red, as she turned to face her husband once more. Elyse chewed her lip, stomach flipping with nerves. It was as though she was on dragonback yet again.  

Aemond’s eye never left her face as he sunk to his knees before her.

“Which do you prefer?” He asked, beginning to play with the hem of her silk shift. 

“What?” She asked. He had a terrible habit of distracting her. He cocked his head, clearly pleased with the effect he was having on her. 

“I simply wish to know if my lady prefers. My fingers or yours?” he asked her. 

Elyse felt her lips part with the question, gaze dropping to his long, slender fingers. Her toes curled remembering the feeling of those digits inside of her. Pressing against her most secretive place. 

“My lady?” He inquired at her silence.

“Yours. Always yours.” She admitted, face flushed. Aemond hummed in approval. 

“Good girl,” he praised, voice rough, disappearing beneath her skirts. She felt his hands pull down her small clothes, before hitching one of her legs over his shoulder. She wobbled momentarily, regaining her balance with the new position. 

Elyse felt the sharp curve of his nose press against her most intimate spot, and inhale deeply. Elyse blushed furiously, feeling embarrassed at his action.  

“Aemond-” she began, but he only growled.

“Do you have any idea what this does to me?” he purred. Elyse shook her head, forgetting Aemond could not see her. He nipped her inner thigh with his teeth causing her to gasp. 

“No” she breathed and she could feel him humming against her. 

“I think about this cunt always. For years I’ve dreamt only of this.” Elyse whimpered at his confession, feeling herself growing wetter with his words. Aemond’s fingers dug into the meat of her thighs. 

“I am a gentleman. I was forced to restrain myself far too long against your temptation.” He murmured against her. 

 “I’ve dreamt of you,” she said, through her whimpers. Aemond smiled beneath her skirts. “Always of you…oh!” Aemond licked her then, from the bottom of her slit to the top, his tongue exploring every inch of her. His lips circled her clit, the tip of his tongue teasing the sensitive pearl.

“Aemond…oh gods,” Elyse moaned as he thrust his tongue up inside her. He brought a hand to her buttock, spanking it harshly. Elyse yelped at the smack before his hand squeezed relief into her cheek.

“My prince,” Elyse corrected feeling the warmth spread through her at the memory. 

There are no gods here, only me. 

Only him beneath her skirts. Only his tongue, gods that tongue that curled into her in a way that made her forget all sense of dignity as she cried out continuously. 

Elyse felt the hand on her buttock push her more into his face. She worried momentarily about how Aemond was supposed to breathe with her so entangled around his head, but the thought left her mind as the pleasure built within her. 

Her release began to build, a wave creating over her ready to crash against the shore. She cried out as his tongue thrust into her, probing the spot he discovered that first night together. The spot Aemond knew could have her sobbing his name. 

“Aemond!” She cried and he nearly came himself at the sound of his name bubbling from her lips, in a pleasurable cry. 

He removed himself from beneath her skirts, letting her hooked leg slide down to the floor. 

“Bed,” he commanded and Elyse eagerly obliged. Aemond discarded his boots before climbing on top of her, ridding Elyse of her shift. Naked as her nameday, gooseflesh began to blossom on her flesh in the cool air. 

Elyse’s hands found the hem of his shirt and he assisted her in ridding it from his body. Elyse felt her eyes widen as she admired the smooth planes of his chest, the muscles that roped his arms. She brought her hands to the waistband of his trousers, and though they shook with nervous excitement, she was able to undo the ties. 

Aemond’s cock sprung free, slapping against his stomach causing Elyse’s lips to part. She wet her lips then, looking up at Aemond for instructions on what to do next.  

A groan escaped Aemond as he latched his mouth to her breast. Elyse squealed with delight as he circled her nipple with his tongue. He lavished the sizable mound with hot licks of his tongue, nipping the sensitive skin with his teeth sure to leave her chest littered with lovebites. Leaving a trail of kisses on her breastbone he made his way to her other breast to give it the same attention. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured against her, “you have no idea how long I have wanted this.”

“Aemond,” Elyse cried, as her thighs clenched together. She could feel his hardness pressing against her thigh, and she ached to sheath him inside of her. Aemond simply hummed against her, content with taking his time, as she ran her hand over his silky hair reaching the strap of his eyepatch. Aemond froze then, every muscle in his body at attention. Elyse noticed his shoulders tense.

“Let me see you,” she begged. Aemond’s violet eye met hers before giving Elyse a curt nod. 

Gently, Elyse removed the strap revealing the sapphire underneath. Aemond kept his eye locked on her, reading her reaction. Though he felt his shame course through him, he refused to look away. Elyse traced her fingers over the scar, before feeling the cold gem. 

“Beautiful,” she whispered. 

Aemond kissed her, long and hard, using the hand that did not hold him above her to move her thighs apart. Elyse was slick and dripping from her earlier release and his continued attention, as she felt him press against her center. 

“This may hurt, only briefly,” he warned between kisses and she nodded, pressing her forehead to his. 

“It’s alright,” she told him. Elyse was ready to become a woman. To truly become Aemond’s wife.  

Aemond slowly pushed his length into her, the stretch causing her mouth to fall open. There was a moment of sharp pain causing her to whimper as Aemond split her in two. Aemond brought his mouth to her neck, meaning to distract her from the pain with the pleasure she enjoyed. 

He pressed into her slowly, stretching her out, until he bottomed out in her cunt. He clenched his teeth at the feeling of her tight, wet, heat pulsating around him. 

Elyse dug her fingernails into his shoulders leaving crescent-shaped marks. There was a moment of fire deep within her womb as their bodies fully connected for the first time. 

Aemond allowed her a moment to adjust, before pulling his hips back and snapping them forward sending a wave of pleasure through Elyse's body. She dug her nails harder into his shoulder, gritting her teeth together at the enticing sensation of pleasure and pain. 

Aemond brought his hands around Elyse’s head as he plunged himself into her, their bodies flush against one another. Elyse wrapped her legs around his waist desperate to aid him in his passionate thrusts, as the pain ebbed completely. Elyse moaned beneath him as he placed a kiss on her jaw.

“Aemond,” she whined and the prince smiled into her. 

Aemond swore he could live off of Elyse’s moans and nothing more. 

“Yes, my sweet girl?” he purred, causing Elyse to whimper.

Elyse felt her pleasure creeping up her back once more, the pressure in her abdomen twisting and turning, wound so incredibly tight. A dam soon to burst open. 

Tears leaked from her eyes as Aemond continued his even, long thrusts into her. His teeth scraped her neck and she dug her fingers deeper into his shoulders. 

“Please,” she begged and Aemond’s cock twitched within her. How Aemond adored when she begged. 

“Fuck,” Aemond moaned into her shoulder and he pounded into her, his strokes slow and relentless. “You’re doing so well, so good for me.” 

Elyse could only moan in response as Aemond pulled her pleasure from her. As Aemond stared into her eyes Elyse felt an immense pressure well in her chest. Aemond grinned at her expression. 

“Does this feel good?” he crooned, as she whimpered below him. His voice sent a wave of pleasure rippling down her spine. 

“Yes,” she breathed.

Elyse’s walls began to flutter as the peak of her pleasure washed over her. As Aemond felt her cunt clamp around him his thrusts became sloppier as found his own release, emptying his seed into her warm cunt. 

He stayed seated within her as her cunt milked him for all he was worth. He swore that it was paradise, the feeling of Elyse’s silky walls constructing around him. The two lay together still conjoined, pants turning back into slow breaths. 

As he pulled himself from her warm sheath, he watched as their mingled releases spilled from her opening. The blood of her maidenhead pooled on the sheets below her. 

Elyse tangled her fingers in his hair as he lay beside her, feeling suddenly very tired.

Aemond allowed himself a moment, basking in the post-coital haze, placing kisses on every inch of skin his lips could reach, before he rose from the bed. He placed his arms under Elyse, lifting her from the bed with several furs. 

“What are you doing?” She asked sleepily, as he laid her on the chaise. 

“My lady wife shall not sleep on bloodied sheets,” he told her as he tore the sheets from the marriage bed. Elyse had wondered whether or not she would bleed, she had enjoyed riding horses throughout the years of her youth. 

Elyse sat up and watched him, the dull ache between her legs reminded her that she had become a woman. A wife. Aemond’s wife. She smiled softly as he discarded the sheets. 

Aemond turned to her and Elyse’s lips parted with her gasp. He was so beautiful; lean, taught muscles everywhere, long silver hair, and sharp features. And that blue sapphire eye of his that sparkled in the candlelight, as though winking at her. 

Elyse let herself admire him, even as her face flushed while he watched her. 

Aemond felt himself growing hard again as she gazed at him, her eyes falling toward his waist. 

A hungry look clouded his eyes and Elyse smiled coyly at him. 

“My prince?” she asked him, as he prowled over to her. 

“Fuck the sheets,” he murmured capturing her lips in a kiss. 

“Fuck the bed,” he breathed between his kisses, hands gripping her thighs pulling her towards him once more. 

~~

After several rounds of lovemaking, Elyse lay draped over Aemond’s chest, her fingers entangled in his strands of silver hair. She could feel the tips of his fingers tracing shapes on her upper arms. 

The sky was a startling shade of violet, golden light beginning to bathe the room. Though her mind was foggy with the pleasure she experienced, a question played in her mind. 

“Why a sapphire?” she murmured, feeling Aemond’s head turn at the sound of her voice. She looked up at him between her lashes. 

“Why do you ask?” he said, in a voice rough from the late hour. 

“I once heard it was a ruby,” she told him, causing him to chuckle at the gossip. Elyse smiled at his amused expression. 

“Why not an amethyst?” she questioned, fingers dancing over his pectoral muscle, watching as it flexed beneath her touch. She wondered why he had not chosen the gemstone that matched his eye. Aemond hummed at her question. 

“I’m rather fond of this shade of blue,” he told her, before rolling until he was atop her again, nudging apart her thighs. Elyse let out a soft whine; she could feel his hardness pressing at her entrance, desperate to be buried within her again. She happily obliged.

A/N: Hope you all enjoyed it 💚

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[theprotagonistisdead]

The Spuffy Hotlist (according to Me)

Most of these are Spuffy episodes, some (especially the ones from Season 4) are episodes with a b-plot that is centered on Spike, and aren’t necessarily Spuffy-centered. The descriptions are partly taken from the Buffy Wiki and then changed a bit.

also tagging @me-and-snails

S2E3 School Hard – Spike and Drusilla visit Sunnydale for the Night of Saint Vigeous, the holy night of attack.

S2E10 What’s My Line? Part 2 – Buffy drops an organ on Spike.

S2E22 Becoming, Part 2 – Spike offers a temporary alliance to Buffy.

S3E8 Lovers Walk – After Drusilla has broken up with him, a broken Spike returns to Sunnydale to punish everyone to blame, especially Angel.

S4E8 Pangs – Spike tries to get help from the Scoobies after The Initiative has put a chip into his head and is taken in by Giles.

S4E9 Something Blue – Willow’s spell goes badly, making Buffy and Spike fall in love and get engaged.

S4E11 Doomed – Spike has lost his will to live without his ability to kill due to the chip in his head, but grows heartened by the approaching end of the world as the Hellmouth has reopened.

S4E14 Goodbye Iowa – Spike has become an outcast among demons since he has taken up with the Scoobies.

S4E20 The Yoko Factor – Spike joins forces with Adam and devises a plan to tear Buffy from her friends, leaving her wide open for an attack.

S4E4 Out Of My Mind – When Riley stubbornly refuses help for his physical aftereffects of Initiative drugs and goes into hiding, Buffy turns to Spike for help, but he takes her situation for his own plot to rid himself of her once and for all.

S5E7 Fool for Love – In an effort to learn about Slayers’ final battles after having gotten hurt, Buffy forces Spike to tell her how he killed two Slayers.

S5E10 Into the Woods – Spike exposes Riley’s letting vampires suck his blood to Buffy.

S5E14 Crush – Buffy’s rejection of his love sends Spike back into Drusilla’s arms, who is set on returning him to his killer ways.

S5E15 I Was Made to Love You – Spike is thrown through a window by a heartbroken young woman/robot.

S5E17 Forever – Spike decides to help Dawn, who is trying to resurrect her mother, Joyce.

S5E18 Intervention – Believing he is The Key, Glory kidnaps and tortures Spike, but he decides not to tell her about Dawn. As a thank you, Buffy kisses him.

S5E20 Spiral – Spike helps the Scoobies protect Dawn and flee from Glory.

S5E22 The Gift – Spike protects Dawn from Glory’s ritual because he’s “made a promise to a lady.”

S6E1 Bargaining, Part 1 – Spike still takes care of Dawn, even after Buffy’s death.

S6E3 After Life – Buffy opens up to Spike about what happened to her while she was dead, something she feels she is unable to tell her friends.

S6E4 Flooded – In a quiet moment, Buffy and Spike sit on the porch and talk about life and money.

S6E7 Once More, With Feeling – A demon makes the citizens of Sunnydale break into song and Spike sings about their complicated relationship and that she should stay away if she can’t decide what they should be.

S6E9 Smashed – Spike realizes he can fight Buffy. The two fight; but as tensions rise, the two kiss and sleep with each other.

S6E10 Wrecked – Buffy is disgusted with herself after having slept with Spike.

S611 Gone – A social services worker believes that Spike is Buffy’s boyfriend. Later, Buffy is hit by an invisibility gun, which gives her a sense of freedom and she goes to sleep with Spike while invisible.

S6E12 Doublemeat Palace – Buffy starts working at a fast-food restaurant and after Spike annoys her at work, she sleeps with him during her break.

S6E13 Dead Things – Buffy is framed for murder by Warren, Andrew and Jonathan, making her believe she has actually killed an innocent person. Spike tries to convince her she didn’t kill anyone by making the body disappear, even though he had attacked her earlier.

S615 As You Were – Riley comes back to Sunnydale to recruit her to fight a demon. Accidentally, he stumbles onto Buffy and Spike sleeping with each other. However, Buffy decides to break things off with Spike at the end of the episode.

S6E19 Seeing Red – Spike tries to assault Buffy, but she fights him off.

S6E21 Two to Go – Spike starts fighting to get his soul back.

S6E22 Grave – Spike manages to get his soul back.

S7E1 Lessons – Spike appears in the basement of the rebuilt Sunnydale High School but appears to have gone mad.

S7E2 Beneath You – Spike, even though still mad, reveals to Buffy he’s gotten his soul back.

S7E8 Sleeper – Buffy fears that Spike has been killing people again and finds out that he can’t remember what happened, but switches from good to evil, again and again.

S7E9 Never Leave Me – Spike is tied up in the Summers’ house, but is later taken by the First’s lackeys.

S7E10 Bring On The Night – Spike is being kept prisoner by the First, who tortures him by appearing to him as Drusilla and Buffy.

S7E11 Showtime – Buffy rescues Spike from the First.

S7E12 Potential – Buffy and Spike train the Potentials.

S7E13 The Killer in Me – Spike’s chip malfunctions, and he ad Bufy have to find a way to help him.

S7E15 Get It Done – Spike kills a demon to get Buffy back to the present.

S7E16 Storyteller – Andrew documents what is happening for future generations and Buffy and Spike get a big romantic introduction in his story.

S7E17 Lies My Parents Told Me – A solution to Spike’s trigger is found, but Giles and Principal Wood decide to try to kill him.

S7E20 Touched – Buffy is demoted from leadership by the Potentials and throw out of the house. Spike is the only one who stands up for her and comforts her in an abandoned house.

S7E22 Chosen – Spike sacrifices himself to close the Hellmouth, but not before Buffy tells him she loves him.

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[moiravim]

Unbearable

Fem/genderfluid!Loki x GN!YN

Tw:SH.

Summary: When Loki leaves you alone with the avengers, your emotions become unbearable. Hurt/Comfort

Loki was a very complicated person. She left everyone she cared for and her plans were unclear. But one thing stayed the same.

You'd always be on her side and you'd always defend her. No matter how many times Tony, Steve, and even her own brother, Thor had told you to stay away from her.

But you had ignored them. Although Loki tried to hide her feelings for you, she cared deeply.

Her top priority was to keep you safe, even if that meant leaving you for long periods of time.

In her mind it's justified. But now you spend your nights alone, slowly becoming more and more depressed.

On top of that, your stuck hearing everyone say "I told you so". You hear it repetitively ever day.

Everyone sees how much pain your in but instead of comforting you they just judge you and your choices.

You felt like nothing, and the nothingness was so loud it stung your ears. It made your body heavy and it made your head hurt.

So, you went to your old ways. Before Loki. You'd get out a small blade and draw lines up and down your arms. You let your anger out on yourself in hopes to get rid of your pain.

The stinging felt nice. But it wasn't long until you felt light headed and dizzy. You didn't mean for it to go this far, but it feels to good to care. At least you'll die happy.

As you layed down on the floor and leaned against your bed. You heard the door open and saw as Tony ran in.

You weren't suprised that Jarvis had told him, but it felt like an invasion of privacy at the time.

"Oh God... YN, what have you done.." Tony says as he holds you up and walks you outside.

An ambulance was already called and it was just a few minutes until you were in the hospital. You fell asleep some time on the way there.

You wake up in an empty hospital room. Not a single person. You felt sad that no one came to visit you, but you didn't expect anything else.

A nurse came in to tell you everything that happened and that you have to stay in the hospital for a week so that they can keep an eye on you.

And that everything else that happens is up to you and your family. You nod sadly and the nurse leaves the room.

When the door is about to close, someone grabs the door and reopens it. You peek over to see that it's Loki.

You almost jump out of your bed to get to him, but she makes her way over fast enough that you don't have the time to.

"Darling... What have you done?" She asks as she moves your hair out of your face. "I missed you..." You respond and she looks down at you sadly.

She knows she'll never leave you like this again. She can't. She doesn't want you to go through this again and she won't let it happen.

She pulls a chair up to the bed and sits in front of you. She watches over you as you heal. She'll make sure from now on that your always by her side.

A/N: sorry there's no good gifs for feminine Loki😭😭 anyways writing her is fun and I'll definitely be doing more🫶

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[vaciiosol]

I'm opening commissions for two slots this time and will reopen when I am done!

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any art can be found in my doodles tag and any reblogs are appreciated <3

#doodles

[summitclan-chronicles]

Wow! November is almost over!! Summitclan has celebrated their own feast, the Fox's Larder, by this point. They're winding down, preparing for the long hardy winter ahead... wait- winter?! It's almost winter!!! That means...

Applications are opening on Friday, December 1st!

I'm so excited!!! The whole month has FLOWN. There's one more post between now and the 1st. But with the day now on the horizon, almost before us!, I thought this post was best used to discuss how this is going to work.

When do applications close?

Sunday, December 24th, 11:59 EST

Where will applications be hosted?

Google Forms

What are these applications for?

These are purely to get people into the roleplay: there are no character questions. This gives me a more focused way of vetting new members and making sure I fully understand the nature of the people I accept without also worrying about characters.

What can I expect on the app?

The application will be presented in three sections:

The first part will be information gathering. This will be your name, pronouns and ways to contact you. You will require a Discord account, but you can also put down other ways to get you if something on Discord goes wrong.

The second part will ask about your roleplay habits & how much of the Warriors series you've read. This allows a good picture of what certain people might need when getting accepted.

The third part will ask some personality questions.

Will anything on the application change my roleplay experience?

Other than deciding whether or not you get in, yes! Everything about your character is up to you except their age bracket; you will be assigned as a Senior, Warrior or Youngan. These are all very wide however and allow for significant differences within.

This is mostly to provide structure for people who have not had much roleplay experience: these people will be younger cats, while more experienced people will be older cats to guide them.

Note: the rest is pretty winded. if your eyes need it, take this as your sign to blink, get some eyedrops or take a screen break.

Can I apply for staff?

Well, yes and no.

In the structure of Summitclan, the roleplay staff are the same people as the inrp high ranks, known as the Council. In order to be considered as part of the Council, one must meet certain paramaters both on the Applications and in my research of them. Staff are held to a higher standard and are given more abilities than the average member, and I must be very careful and every choice must be purposeful - like the treacherous parts of a hike.

So there is a question asking if you want to be a Staff/Council combo. But that does not guarantee you a place, nor should you particularly expect to have it offered at the start. Knowing you are willing is good to know for the future though 👀

What sort of people are you looking for?

Overall, this roleplay is one where the goal is to write stories, go slow, explore character arcs, feel big emotions about fake cats, and experience worldbuilding in a day-to-day fashion. So, we are looking for people that are creative, gentle, patient, open-minded, friendly and considerate. We're not looking for saints - lots of people appear jagged and tough but embody all of these characteristics. The plan is to dig deep and find good people through how they act and what they choose to spread.

To note, we're not gonna check through your reblogs and search up every username you've ever interacted with! But we will note the general tone of tags, replies and reblog content - what do they say about the person? How might this person interact with others that have applied or myself?

Will applications reopen? When?

Well, this is complicated. These sorts of applications - where people and characters "poof" into being and retcon their backstories - will never open again after this Christmas Eve. You'll never see anyone retconning themselves into scenes that have already been roleplayed, nor will you see any NPCs as members of the clan - what you see is what you get.

But in the future, a clan will always have kittens. Every time a new litter is concieved, special applications will open for new members to take & adopt the kits. They will be randomly assigned a kitten with a design by staff & a name given to them by their parent/s. This is an opportunity the founding members largely didn't get: an opportunity to learn the lore organically through loving clanmates. (All cats get a fertility boost in March and April - check for openings in April, May and June!)

Similarly, to ensure the clan remains fresh, loners will come in batches that will be designed by new members coming in.

Phew! Thanks for staying through all that. I hope I will be seeing you on December 1st when our applications open! Til then, I hope you have a lovely night, and whatever tomorrow brings - know I am thankful for you!

#warrior cats #wcrp #roleplay #discord wcrp #firestar #frostpaw #hi guys! #i'm so excited to meet everyone in the apps!!! even if you arent accepted i value every moment spent learning about you! #i think i covered everything but if not please let me know so i can address it! ill also add it to the post if its not too niche #see you soon!!! #dead animal #dead rabbit #also i forgot arrowseekers white paws but i might like it...?

[raisethe-velvet]

please do tell me about your ocs.....

hi holy shit i was not expecting anyone to actually ask me about my ocs but um. hello oc lore be upon ye I have a few OCs. a lot actually. my main set of OCs is a group of magical girls (well. two of them are guys) and like. the story is somewhat complicated but basically Zoe (main character) runs away from her fucked up boarding school in which she's been stuck at for most of her life and finds this mansion in which she finds a magic mirror that she accidentally shatters and gains magic powers from. and like. there's others. also she was separated from her two sisters at a very young age but has no memory of them she meets the other 4 of my main OCs who are also magical girls (using this term gender neutrally) and it kind of goes from there. There's Melody (hyperactive 14 year old music prodigy) Eli (could be a shoujo love interest if he wanted to, secretly the most insane person you will ever meet) Towa (literally just some guy who got dragged into this all this all because he took up a part time job at the wrong store) and Camilla (was a magical girl in high school, just graduated university, ends up becoming a magical girl again. while trying to manage her career as a fashion designer.) as for like. the actual plot. yknow how i mentioned Camilla was a magical girl in high school. She actually failed to save the other world she became a magical girl in an attempt to save the first time, with said entire world being cursed into an eternal slumber except for the person who like. cursed the place. the portals between the world were sealed off until Zoe accidentally reopened it. so its like. they need to figure out how to lift the curse as in its current state it cannot be reversed. i. dont have many drawings of them like at all that arent really old, ive mainly been working on lore in the past couple of years so the designs of a few characters are a little.. outdated. and i dont wanna post art from two years ago here because it is uh. Not Good.

except this reference sheet of Zoe and another OC i havent mentioned until now called Jordan (who is. another character in this same storyline) that i made for artfight last year which arent terrible i guess (though slightly outdated)

im planning to actually make this a whole series at some point, probably after i graduate high school this year. ive been working on this since i was about 12... though i've changed a lot since then. like the entire storyline. this version of the story line is like.. the third rework of it. My plan is to make this a comic book/manga series and potentially have it adapted into a tv series. Which is highly unlikely to happen but i can dream... (i have the soundtrack planned and everything i think i made a post ages ago detailing the exact personalities and stuff of the main characters so i'll try to find it and add a link in the reblogs <3

#sorry if this made absolutely no sense i am sleepy rn #tyy for asking me about my ocs i love talking about them <3 #if it were not 9pm at night i'd probably have gone into a lot more detail and stuff but i can always make new posts about them #i need a title for all this too #my placeholder title is “Stardust Project” but i will probably change that later #asks

[avatarskywalker78]

How did your Cobra Kai/Karate Kid OCs come to be?

So, the first was Nicky Connors and she came about the same way most of my OCs came about - to give one of my favourite characters a friend, with the added layer of 'what if Johnny had a friend outside of karate who tried to help him but wasn't able to' and I was drawn to this concept as it developed into 'what if Johnny had a friend outside of Cobra Kai who still wanted to learn karate but wasn't allowed in Cobra Kai itself because John Kreese is an asshole' and I really loved this idea, and the OC herself as she grew, of how she sees Johnny and the rest of the Cobras as friends, as people who are just being led down a very bad path and yet being unable to really stop that because she's only one person, and sometimes one person isn't enough to help...only for it to turn out that she does have some influences (and later, her friendships with all of them get repaired after they make amends.)

As for her adopted son James in the CK era, I'd already decided that Nicky couldn't have biological kids, but wasn't bothered by this in the slightest and was happy to adopt - she was going to have a whole bunch of kids to start with, but honestly I think just the one is fine.

Now, the Barnes family started out as side characters in my first Mike fic, trying to settle (the ghosts of my past). I wrote this around three months before S5 came out and by this point I'd given up on watching past S4's mid-point because the whole thing was so bad, but I'd heard rumours that Mike would be returning in S5 and would likely join Cobra Kai and that pissed me off because of all the antagonists he has the least stakes in the situation - like he didn't know and probably wouldn't care about the history, he was literally paid to be there and sure, he lost out on the big payday but like. That was ultimately down to Kreese and Silver for making it complicated instead of just reopening CK anyway.

So then I thought 'what if Mike went and had a normal life with a family and had no interest in being dragged into another insane revenge plot', so that's what happened, and what I wrote of Leah and Elaine and Alex I liked (especially Elaine and her plan to set fire to the CK merchandise that was sent, like the chaotic streak was there already). Elaine herself became more established after S5 came out - I didn't watch it, but I was delighted to find out my prediction about Mike was correct, like he did go on to have a normal life! And he was still in the Valley so his family would be too, and I was always annoyed by the Sam-Tory fight so I thought 'what if someone stopped it' followed by 'what if that someone was Elaine' and hey presto, a fic was born! And I also gave more details about her older sister Sarah because I hadn't mentioned her yet. Leah became more developed after I took what canon gave us - co-owner of the furniture store, which she'd inherited from her father who had also been Mike's boss back in the day.

Gemma is an interesting one - because she initially started out as Johnny's daughter from a previous relationship, Robby's older sister, though the jury was out on whether Johnny knew about her or not. This version of her I had for at least a few months, but it didn't go ahead because:

When it comes to creating legacy OCs, especially children, I have to have some kind of connection to the canon character in question, some element of 'they'd be a good dad' and I just wasn't getting that with Johnny

I also didn't see how I could make this story fresh - Johnny's already abandoned one kid, do we really need to see that rehashed?

Then when I was writing my Cobra Kai Mini Rewrites I realised I was much more invested in having him repair his relationship with his actual, canon kid - but I wasn't going to give up on the OC after how much work I'd put into it, so I thought ' what if she was his cousin', which soon sparked off a whole thing about Laura's family because we know very little, but my headcanon was always that she was kicked out at 18 after falling pregnant with Johnny and I thought 'what if she had a much younger sister who came looking for her decades later and had a kid' because I love tragic family dynamics, but also I just found the idea of Johnny having an aunt who could be his sister and a cousin who could be his niece, because the age thing makes it a bit strange for him.

Also I liked the idea of having the running joke of 'I know she looks like my kid but she's not my kid' with most people Gemma runs into assuming this because they look very similar - and sometimes she'll play up to this solely to troll Johnny because it's very funny to do so.

talk shop tuesday

#answering my asks #thanks for asking! #talk shop tuesday #oc: nicky connors #oc: leah barnes #oc: elaine barnes #oc: sarah barnes #oc: alex barnes #oc: gemma laura mckinney #oc: lizzie mckinney #oc: james connors #karate kid #cobra kai

[kao-tika]

I’m finally doing fic recs!! I’m splitting it into five categories on a future masterpost , but this post only has the first one. Although some of the fics will have my own appreciations in addition to the author's description, it will not be applied in all of them (I have read so many that there are several that I don't remember in detail lol) feel free to message me for the links or have a chat 💌

🌷All time favorites/classics🌷

☆ Soft Hands, Fast Feet, Can't Lose by dolce_piccante

American Uni AU. Harry Styles is a frat boy football star from the wealthy Styles Family athletic dynasty. A celebrity among football fans, he knows how to play, he knows how to party, and he knows how to fuck (all of which is well known among his legion of admirers).

Louis Tomlinson is a student and an athlete, but his similarities to Harry end there. Intelligent, focused, independent, and completely uninterested in Harry’s charms, Louis is an anomaly in a world ruled by football.

A bet about the pair, who might be more similar than they originally thought, brings them together. Shakespeare, ballet, Disney, football, library chats, running, accidental spooning, Daredevil and Domino’s Pizza all blend into one big friendship Frappucino, but who will win in the end?

notes: this is a fic that I constantly come back to, although the plot can be a little cliche (guilty pleasure) it doesn’t fall onto one dimensional characters and as it develops you can feel the depth of the story, the laughs and the sexual tension are UNMATCHED

☆ Unbelievers by isthatyoularry

It’s Louis’ senior year, and he’s dead set on doing it right. However, along with his pair of cleats, a healthy dose of sarcasm and his ridiculous best friend, he’s also got a complicated family, a terrifyingly uncertain future, and a mortal enemy making his life just that much worse. Mortal enemies “with benefits” was not exactly the plan.

Or: The one where Louis and Harry definitely aren’t friends, and football is everything.

notes: BRACE YOURSELF FOR THE FIRST LINES OF THIS FIC other than that, i really enjoyed this story. A classic enemies to lovers and super funny. The story is told by Louis pov, but the author also later released the fic from Harry’s pov (bloodsport) and I’m still waiting for the epilogue :(

☆ Relief Next To Me by dolce_piccante

AU. What happens when a baker and a graphic designer meet via a very specific Craigslist post? Fate, friendship, food, and maybe more.

notes: a very wholesome (and spicy) fic. If you want to read something with no angst and just enjoy your time I definitely recommend

☆ Flightless Bird by audreyhheart

AU where Louis Tomlinson is a principal dancer with The Royal Ballet. When his rival from ballet school, moody dance prodigy Harry Styles joins the company, old wounds are reopened and old passions reignited. During the company's production of Swan Lake the secret that doomed their love is finally revealed, but will it be too late?

notes: I did enjoy this fic but read with caution because it has MAYOR TW (grooming, rape, assault) if you want to read some angst I recommend

☆ Tired Tired Sea by MediaWhore

As a B&B owner on the most remote of all the British Isles, Louis Tomlinson is used to spending the coldest half of the year in complete isolation, with his dog and the sea as sole companions. Until, one day, a mysterious stranger on a quest to rebuild himself rents a room for the winter.

notes: a famous non famous AU that I really love, all of the story just irradiates cozy and soft <3

☆ Young & Beauitful by Velvetoscar

Louis, to his horror, attends an elitist university in which the name Zayn Malik means something, Niall Horan doesn't stop talking, there are pianos everywhere, and Harry Styles, only son of a drug-addled, clinically insane ex-rocker, has a perfect smile and empty eyes.

notes: if you want dark academia old money vibes y&b is for you, definitely NOT a light read but definitely worth it

☆ One More Time Again by orphan_account

Harry looks down to where Louis is cradling his hand between his own. Louis' hands are slender, the bones delicate, the nails bitten short. The 2-8 on the backs of his fingers is gone, but the faded scar from a skateboarding mishap in Year 7 is still there.

Harry's hand is awkward, knobby-boned and naked, no rings, no tattoos. It's too big for his wrist and his wrist too big for his arm. Yet it still somehow fits in Louis' in the painfully perfect way it always did.

He blinks back the sting in his eyes.

On the morning of his second sold-out performance at Madison Square Garden, Harry wakes up to find that he's sixteen years old, on The X Factor, and that he has a chance to make things right.

notes: a canon compliant time travel fic. SOO well written I’ve read this fic a dozen times and don’t get sick of it. you got your fluff, your soft, your friends to lovers, your angst and with a plot twist so good in the middle of the fic, cannot recommend it enough PLEASE READ IT SO WE CAN SUFFER TOGETHER

☆ For as long as I can remember ( it's been December) by green_feelings

After recovering from a severe accident that causes Harry to lose his memory of three years, he moves to London to start his life over as a star chef. Little does he know that when he falls in love with Louis at first sight, it’s not the first time they meet.

Featuring an unintentional game of hot and cold, Harry chasing memories that won’t come back, Louis burying himself in work to try and forget what he can’t forget, Liam being torn between two of his best friends, Zayn as a moral compass and Niall saving the day with good music and brutal honesty.

notes: an angst with a happy ending, really wholesome overall, prepare to shed some tears.

☆ Escapade by dolce_piccante

In the grand scheme of things, finding a date for a wedding should be no problem for Louis Tomlinson. He's rich. He's handsome. He's reasonably well behaved. But when the wedding is for his lifelong best friend (and former boyfriend), and is happening in under a month, finding a date for the ceremony and accompanying festivities becomes more of an adventure than he ever could have planned for.

notes: BIG ROMCOM VIBES love the work of this author and once again she doesn’t disappoint. As funny as it is spicy, a lot of tension between the main characters

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#larry fic rec #ao3 feed larry #larry stylinson #harry styles #louis tomlinson #omegaverse #larry fanfiction #larry ao3

[killed-by-choice]

Yvonne Tanner, 22 (USA 1984)

On July 10, 1984, Yvonne Tanner underwent a “safe and legal” abortion at the Inglewood facility in California. The abortionist was Stephen Pine and/or Morton Barke. She immediately went into a coma and died on August 14, 1984. Her death certificate notes that she suffered coma, hypertension, and urinary tract infection.

Inglewood had a horrifying record of dead clients and malpractice. Yvonne was one of 6 dead clients. The others were 17-year-old Kathy Murphy, Lynette Wallace, Cora Mae Lewis, Elizabeth Tsuji and Belinda Byrd. (Out of all of the dead clients, all were Black except for Kathy and Elizabeth. This has led some to suspect that racism played a role in the consistently horrific malpractice that Inglewood clients suffered.) Inglewood was shut down by the state of California multiple times, but they just repeatedly reopened under a slightly different name. Inglewood General Hospital, Inglewood Hospital, Inglewood Women’s Hospital, Inglewood Women’s Clinic and more were all rebranding attempts by Inglewood after being shut down for malpractice.

In May and June of 1984, inspectors found the following violations at Inglewood (Statement of Deficiencies and Plan of Correction 5/18/84 and 6/21/84):

• clients had complications, but “none” was written in complication section of surgical log

•two surgical logs had no entries, just a blank under complications

• cervical dilators inserted by unlicensed staff

• consent for cervical dilator insertions not checked

• multiple clients’ physical exam forms and history forms contained different information

• unlicensed/unqualified staff giving tentative gestational diagnosis

• no documentation of physician being notified of ruptured membranes

• one aide inserted laminaria, another was documented as doing it

• clients having seizures that went entirely undocumented

• patient charted as in acute distress and unable to get blood pressure, but distress not described and no reason given for inability to get blood pressure

• entries in charts written over and/or not dated

• no EKG stripchart in post-anesthesia recovery room

• written policy for flash autoclave not followed

• the facility was not licensed to provide outpatient and emergency services but was advertising them anyway

• surgical suite shelving was laden with dust and lint, surgical suite ceiling ventilation grid encrusted with grayish material

• inspectors noted that Inglewood “does not have enough surgical equipment, nor does it appear that staff is properly sterilizing their equipment as evidenced by comparing the hospital’s surgical log with the number of surgical sets available.” They also noted that nurses, practitioner, and physician assistant lacked clinical privileges.

In the same year that Yvonne was killed, no fewer than 5 other clients sued for severe abortion injuries that almost killed them and at least three of those clients suffered permanent injuries and disabilities. (LA County Superior Court Case No SCC12219, LA County Superior Court Case No. SCC11519, LA County Superior Court Case No. C577956, LA County Superior Court Case No. WEC092527, LA County Superior Court Case No. WEC86705)

Had Inglewood been shut down and the staff truly held accountable for the deplorable inspection reports in May and June, Yvonne and her baby could have been spared. Yvonne’s surviving daughter Yonell Marie would have been spared the trauma of losing her mother and baby sibling.

LA Superior Court Case No. C555261

Times-Picayune newspaper

California Death Index, 1940-1997 database, Yvonne Tanner, 14 Aug 1984; Department of Public Health Services, Sacramento.

United States Social Security Death Index database, Yvonne Tanner, Aug 1984; citing U.S. Social Security Administration, Death Master File, database (Alexandria, Virginia: National Technical Information Service, ongoing).

#death from legal abortion #pro life #tw abortion #unsafe yet legal

[themimsyborogove]

could you write a little snippet where Raphael turns out to be alive? like instead of Sebastian just outright shishkabobbing him to ashes, he does something that convinces everyone that Raph's missing/dead, and so Ragnor and Raph reunite (as well as the others in the warlock gang) after thinking each other to be dead for so long?

Let’s just go ahead and completely avoid that whole Janus Tricking Lily plotline that no one wants ✨

(Do TSC vampires actually turn to dust when they die like Buffy vampires? I can’t remember, so I’m going to go with yes. I think it might be time for a full canon reread to refresh some of the small details.)

——

It had been an extremely clever bit of spell work. A fail safe, should Camille Belcourt ever try to have Raphael murdered.

The most dramatic way to kill a vampire was to stab them through the heart, after all, and Camille did love her dramatics.

The spell had taken Ragnor nearly a decade to perfect, and Raphael wore the small device over his heart, hidden under his clothes. The device, if triggered, should pull him safely into a small pocket dimension—well stocked with supplies that would magically replenish themselves until the rescue spell was triggered—leaving only an expected cloud of ash behind. It wouldn’t save Raphael from other methods of killing a vampire, like beheading or sunlight, but it was something.

Ragnor, always paranoid of something going wrong, carefully wrote out the instructions to reopen the dimensional portal, the equations and diagrams complicated enough to make Raphael’s head spin when he tried to read them over Ragnor’s shoulder. “If something ever happens to me, make sure Magnus gets this,” he said gravely, pressing the papers into Raphael’s hand.

But one thing even Ragnor Fell hadn’t factored into his plans was how stubbornly Raphael would refuse to accept Ragnor’s death when it happened.

Keep reading on Ao3 (because it ran a little long again)

#ragnor fell #raphael santiago #catarina loss #magnus bane #tessa gray #lily chen #warlock squad #tsc #the shadowhunter chronicles #fic prompt

[lightleckrereins]

Hi! This is my first time making an ask on this blog (though I have read through your SIX posts and tortured Elisabeth with way too many strange asks hehe). If you don't want to answer this costume question no worries, but thanks for taking the time to read this?

I have some double Bryony/Liv ask(s).

What happened to Bryony's Seymour skirt? She brought her other two skirts to London but not that one? (Esp. after her Howard skirt had broken down a ton and was looking quite sad.) Are Seymour skirts just inherently more fragile?

When Liv went on as Aragon, she wore the Grace-style Seymour skirt. However for her cruise run she wore the traditional black Aragon skirt. So I'm assuming she wore Grace's (as the only other existing one was Mallory). Is her top also Grace's or is it her own from the ship? And why didn't she wear it for her early Seymour debut instead of the band costume?

Whose Cleves costume did she wear? Was it perhaps one of Lexi's or Shaka's old iterations?

Don't worry. Interesting asks are always welcome. We might take a while to answer for a few reasons including, procrastinating on photosets or proofreading, waiting for photos, someone forgetting we left an ask in drafts and just didn't post it, me doing a billion things and not having enough time to sit down and write an answer or elisabeth's massive ask backlog.

What happened to Bryony's skirt is anyone's guess. We know many if not all the Bliss 1.0 and Breakaway 1.0 costumes made it to london in the summer before tour reopening and Breakaway 2.0 starting rehearsals. But why Bryony never got her Seymour skirt (or second top) has never been explained. Same with most of Natalie's costumes.

I have two guesses: either it was decided two skirts were enough or more practical or it was an issue with sizing. We know the biggest issues that six costumes had during lockdown were related to temperature and humidity. But that affected the vinyl specifically which the Seymour skirts don't have. What actually breaks down first in the costumes is the boning on the skirts as it is not meant to hold those shapes. Boning is intended for cosetry or bodices where it is shaping something it is fully laying against and slowly molding to that shape or hoopskirts where it heavily relies on the tension of closed circles or elipses not free standing open skirts where it keeps the same straight or curved shape forever.

As for sizing Howard skirts are the easiest to resize; depending on the construction is either moving the closure or changing the waistband. And we know some alterations happened for the tour costumes including the Jodie turned Vicki skirt getting a new waistband. We have never checked but that might be the case for Bryony's howard skirt too. During her universal alt run her Boleyn skirt seemed to have a mind of its own and moved a lot (as in it rotated during the show) which points to a small size change. While the Howard and Boleyn skirts might have been taken in a Seymour skirt would need to be at least partially taken apart and reasembled for that and they might have decided it was not worth it. Also I dont think it was the plan for Bryony to be on that much as the tour had four alts and WE four then five so two skirts might have been considered enough for the few shows she was expected to do.

About Liv's costumes. We know those at least partially made their way to the UK as Natalie wore an altered version of Liv's shorts instead of her own. Again no clue why Natalie got new pants and Cleves jacket and didn't get either her or Liv's Aragon skirt or Cleves jacket and top. But Liv joining Breakaway appeared in her program bio very early on her universal alt run so it was planned since at least the middle of tour rehearsals that she would only stay as universal alt for a few weeks. Potentially altering multiple costume pieces for such a short amount of time was probably more complicated than fitting her with existing costumes.

The black costume she wore is indeed Grace's minus the sleeves. Her black alt costume was the updated design with cutouts while the one she wore on land was the old one with mesh and a lighter colored vinyl. And yes only two costumes that existed in that design are Grace's and Mallory's.

And her early debut was actually an emergency mid show cover a few days before her planned debut. She also wore the band costume for tour tech the previous week so I think the costumes she ended up wearing were a little behind on prep work (something as simple as logistics didn't work out to go get them out of storage sooner could be the reason). Also by her planned debut date she had costumes so things did go as planned in that regard. And the Cleves costume she wore was Shekinah's.

#ask #six costumes #six alternates