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I've Got You
♥ ♥ Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader
Summary: You and your flatmate have perfected the art of wingmanship for one another. It's a great system that seems to work every single time, until you're left unsatisfied.
CW / disclaimer: 18+, language, rpf (don’t read if this makes you uncomfy), fem!reader, eventual smut
Author’s note: baby's first smutty series - no smut in part one yet, but there's four more coming and i'm eXCITED (rewritten on 13 nov 2023)
Wordcount: 2.4K
part one - part two - part three - part four - part five
“Hey, I’ve got the flat tonight,” Joe leant his full upper body onto and over the bar, making sure you could hear him over the music, interrupting your focus on whoever was kissing your neck.
I’m busy fuck off, was your first thought, and you frowned in annoyance. You didn’t need Joe so close, shouting so close to your ear.
You turned your head slightly to meet your friend’s eyes and saw the pretty girl behind him that you’d introduced him to about an hour earlier. You were sat on a barstool on the short side of the bar, with a man who you’d smiled at about fifteen minutes ago latched onto you.
That’s how it worked.
You smile at a guy, get him to order you a drink, then reward him by allowing him to suck love bites into your neck.
Easy maths.
Joe just needed confirming you weren’t going to be taking this random dude back to your flat.
He didn’t want you walking in on him with his hook-up later.
Joe bit into his bottom lip as he smiled at you, amused by how cross you seemed, and you waved him off with a frown. Couldn’t Joe see you were too busy focusing on the lips that were sucking bruises into the area between the back of your ear and your hair? Too busy focusing on the hand that was inching up your inner thigh below the bar?
Joe’s grin grew at your dismissal of him.
Good.
He had the flat tonight.
“Have fun you two,” he slapped the bar with a flat hand and made your hook-up break free from you to look at him.
“She’d love another gin and tonic,” Joe said to him as he pointed at your empty glass.
With two people glaring at him now, Joe smiled before holding his hand up in a wave and walking out, dragging the pretty girl out behind him.
You held up your middle finger at your flatmate until he was out the door.
It had been a long, exhausting week, and when you’d gotten home from work that day, there’d been loud music playing. You’d heard the shower going, and upon slamming the door shut, Joe had shouted “Hey! We’re going out!” at you from the bathroom.
“What did we say about bathroom activities and locking the door?” you fanned through some closed envelopes you’d taken from your mailbox as you stood in front of the open bathroom door.
“I’m not on the toilet,” Joe quipped as he popped his head around the shower curtain, the shampoo in his curls leaving suds on the plastic. He looked you up and down, the wear and tear of the day clearly visible on you.
“Have a beer, then start getting ready.”
You sighed deeply, dragged it out until your lungs were completely empty. You could feel how tired you were in your bones. In the balls of your feet. In the pressure you felt throbbing inside of your skull.
“I’ve got a pint of ice cream that’s been telepathically sending me messages all day,” you were absolutely ready to get into your pyjamas and fall asleep curled up on the sofa watching bad TV.
“No!” Joe frowned, pouted a little.
“No ice cream. We’re going out! Tonight!” Joe revealed a wet arm from behind he curtain that he used to tensely point down at the floor.
“It’s caramel core, Joe...” you gave him your best tilted puppy dog face.
Joe paused a second to scan you.
You looked like you needed ice cream, if he was being honest. Then, he quickly disappeared behind the shower curtain again.
“Okay, fine. Have a little ice cream, but then after, start getting ready!”
You huffed a laugh as you closed the bathroom door and rolled your eyes at your flatmate. You hovered there a second, gave yourself time to consider the options here before concluding that you didn’t really know who you were trying to fool.
You hadn’t had sex– wait, no. You hadn’t had good sex in a while, so going out and chancing getting some didn’t sound like the worst idea.
You made sure to get a couple of good spoonfuls of caramel core ice cream into your system before cracking open a drink and getting ready for a night out.
About an hour later you were stood in the hallway, slung your coat back on, and let your flatmate guide you out of your flat into the night.
On your way to get drunk.
It was weird how this household worked, but this is what you and Joe did. It was weirder that you called it a household, it being just the two of you, but, it was whatever.
It was busy at the bar you ended up at. There was a good crowd out, and you were quick to get an order in.
Sitting down on barstools and facing out to scan the dance floor, you sipped your drinks as you both let your eyes make snap judgements of strangers. You were always looking for the golden triangle in a man: strong arms, kind face, and tall. Taller than you, at least. How quickly they could then chat you into bed would completely depend on how drunk and giggly they’d leave you.
“I’m so sorry,” Joe said, and you turned to see him give you an empathetic look.
“I’m afraid everyone here’s uglier than me, so,” he sighed, then said, “I guess I'll have to do. If you want, we could just call it a night right now?” and Joe pretended to want to get up to leave.
You grinned, plastic straw slotted in between your teeth, and you gave him a shove.
“Idiot.”
It hadn’t taken long for Joe to nod his head towards a girl he’d spotted. You’d followed his eyes and when you saw her, you dropped your face and gave him a deadpan stare.
“Of course,”
Men were all the fucking same, weren’t they? It was always the impossibly slim, incredibly gorgeous girl. The girl that was pretty in a way you couldn't really ignore. The type of girl you knew also looked stunning three seconds after waking up, hungover or not.
You were not that type of girl.
“What?” Joe asked defensively, but you detected his smile. Stupid little smirk that tried to hide just under the surface, but couldn’t. Never could.
“You’re so fucking predictable,” you held both your hands up as claws in front of his face in faux frustration, and you laughed.
When you saw that the girl Joe’d gestured towards was on her way to the toilets, you were quick to get up to follow her.
“Get me another gin and tonic, and order some shots, I’ll have her here in a minute,” you were nothing if not a good wingman.
“I’ve got you.”
Joe smacked your ass as a thank you, making you throw him a scolding look over your shoulder. And just like Joe, you couldn’t hide your smile either.
You’d been right.
Befriending her had been easy; you gave her lots of compliments and laced them with jealousy so she felt the need to compliment you back.
Boom.
Instant best friends for life, because that was how that worked with drunk girls.
Then you asked her if she’d already done shots that night and dragged her over to Joe without waiting for an answer. The vague idea of a fun time was enough to have her follow you blindly.
Then you’d introduced her to Joe, gave your best casual sales pitch before taking your gin and tonic and slipping away from them, leaving Joe to flirt his own way into her pants.
It worked.
It worked every single time.
Early the next morning you felt worse walking up the stairs to your flat than you’d done the night before, when you’d gotten back from work.
Bones more achy, head more throbby.
You were going to spend the whole weekend in bed and couldn’t fucking wait to get inside.
Just as you were about to fetch your keys to open the door, you heard it unlock and were greeted by the girl from the bar from the night before.
“Oh, hi,” she jumped slightly when she saw you, and then awkwardly smiled. You weren’t sure if she even remembered you.
“Hi,” you said back, and for a moment, she just stood in your doorway and looked at you expectantly.
“Sorry, I live here, Joe’s my flatmate,” you said, pushing the door open beside her, and she immediately stepped aside for you, to let you in.
“Sorry! I’m just, I’m on my way out,” she smiled apologetically, sort of embarrassed, and looked just as disheveled as you did.
You would’ve mentally made fun of the fact that she was in fact not one of those girls that looked effortlessly amazing in the morning, but you weren’t one to talk. You were both in outfits from last night, both had hair all out of place and both had thick mascara smudged underneath your lashes.
You smiled politely as you stepped around each other, her onto the doormat in the communal hallway, you in your own flat.
“Hey, um,” she stopped you just as you were about to shut the door.
“Could you… could you give me his number? I just realized he never gave it to me...”
For a second you just looked at her, admiring the balls she had to outwardly ask you for Joe’s phone number. Just for that alone, you really wanted her to just have it. But the fact that she didn’t already have it meant that Joe probably didn’t want her to have it in the first place, so you couldn’t.
“You know what? Give me yours. I’ll pass it on.”
A classic line that you had used many times before. Girls were always eager to write their name and number on a random scrap piece of paper you’d rip from an old envelope to give to Joe. Which you then never did.
After closing the door behind you, you took heavy, tired steps into Joe’s bedroom and let yourself fall onto his bed face first, still in your coat and shoes, on the spot where seconds ago someone else had woken up. The creaking of the mattress made enough noise for Joe to jolt awake, and he groaned a little at the movement of his bed.
“I’m getting the flat for at least the next two months,” you spoke into the pillow when you saw Joe carefully open a squinty eye to check if it was you beside him. There was a second of relief at the fact that it was just you, but then your words registered, and it was replaced with a small, sleepy smile.
“What was it this time?” Joe grunted as he rolled over onto his back.
“I had to share the bed with a dog,” you moved in as Joe’s arm found its way around your back, cuddling you into him for some early-morning comfort.
Joe couldn’t help but chuckle softly, and you felt it in his chest below your cheekbone.
“Was it at least a cute one? Like a border collie?”
“Oh, it was adorable, but there’s something I can’t quite explain about making eye contact with a dog when someone’s going down on you,” you tilted your head upwards to catch Joe’s reaction.
“Oh no, the dog was there during–”
“The whole time.” You deadpanned.
Joe groaned for you in sympathy, then yawned. “Yea, alright, that grants you the flat for a bit.”
The two of you had been flatmates for long enough to have come up with rules surrounding hooking up. You’d walked in on Joe with a girl on the sofa once, and you’d been absolutely livid with him for it. It was bad enough having to hear Joe have sex through a wall from your adjoined bedrooms, but seeing it with your own eyes in a shared space lifted the issue to a whole new level. Joe had been embarrassed in the moment, but had been able to laugh it off fast. Afterwards he'd continuously made fun of your reaction at seeing him plow his dick into someone from behind, a girl that you’d made eye-contact with when you stepped inside after you’d unassumingly gotten back from a food shop.
Joe hadn't been able to laugh it off quite as fast when the shoe had been on the other foot, and he’d walked in on you getting eaten out perched up on the kitchen counter.
It was when and why you’d established the rule of letting the other person know that you had someone over, just so the other person could avoid witnessing anything they didn't want to see. Or hear.
Slowly, it had evolved into what it was now: you’d tell each other to get out and fuck off for a bit because you needed the flat. Or, like last night, whoever was first to claim it, usually got it.
A silence fell where you both stared at the ceiling for a bit. You knew you desperately needed a shower, but Joe’s bed was comfortable, even if you were still in your heels.
“At least someone went down on you, though,” Joe said, trying to make you feel better by throwing some of his own misery your way.
“Oh no, she didn’t suck you off?” you were genuinely surprised. You thought she had looked like a girl who would have. Not that you could put into words what gave you that impression. She just... she just did.
“Said it wasn’t her thing,” he grunted, somewhat annoyed, but clearly joking.
Maybe that was the reason why she didn’t end up with Joe’s phone number, you thought.
“Poor Joey,” you pouted sarcastically through a smile and patted him on his chest softly. “Do you want me to quickly do it?” you hadn’t even finished your sentence before you’d started laughing.
“All right,” Joe groaned and shoved your face away from him with his palm covering most of it, rolling you off of him, which only made you laugh louder.
When your giggles died out, you sat up. Time for a shower, you thought, and you moved to the edge of the bed to take your shoes off.
“If it’s any consolation, I might as well not have had any head. He wasn’t any good.”
Your heels dropped onto Joe’s bedroom floor with loud thuds.
Joe huffed a laugh, and you looked over your shoulder to look him in the eye.
He looked tired still. Sleepy.
“Are they ever?” Joe asked, and then, you both laughed.
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PLAYING GAMES
Jun needs his boyfriend to pay attention to him and him only so he does exactly that
yj kissing yn to shut him up (just fluff, gamer bf yn)
Old ver.
“babe I’m home!” yeonjun’s sudden entrance in the room disrupted the serene atmosphere, but it wasn’t unwelcomed. The affectionate announcement of his return immediately piqued yn’s interest. The familiar voice that had the power to melt his heart like butter filled the room, and yn couldn’t help but smile, even when he was preoccupied with his game.
The warm inviting aroma of the takeout wafted with yeonjun, and yn knew jun has brought a little treat for them. As yeonjun continued to talk and yn hummed in response, it was evident to yn that his boyfie was in the mood for cuddles and soft kisses. However, his attention remained steadfastly on the game, continuing to play, virtual world demanding more and more of his immediate focus.
Yeonjun being the clingy boyfriend he is, didn’t take yn’s preoccupation as a deterrent. Yeonjun makes his way over to yn, wrapping his arms around the gamer, effectively interrupting his game flow. Sliding the headphone past yn’s ear, yeonjun whispers his wish. “cuddle with me, yn” a plea- perhaps.
Yn couldn’t resist as his smile widened at the endearing antic of his boyfriend but couldn’t weaver from his game. “of course, jun, but let me finish this round real quick, okay?” yn, bargained. His priority at the moment was still his game but he knew he’d do anything to make it up to jun soon.
Yeonjun, who typically would respect yn’s gamming time, seemed to be in a playful mood. He was determined to grab his lover’s attention and affection. So, yeonjun commenced with his master plan of showering yn with kisses all over his face, even as yn tried to focus on the screen.
“junnie, not now please” yn whined as his character took a particularly heavy hit, shifting around in attempt to maintain his line of sight. But yeonjun wasn’t the one who gave up easily. And decided to take a seat on yn’s lap, making it even more challenging for yn to concentrate on his game.
As yeonjun’s lips continued to seek the other’s, yn had no choice but the give in momentarily and reciprocate with a kiss. However, the gamer boy’s will remain unshaken, and he returned his attention to the screen, much to yeonjun’s dismay.
“stay sill now, please” yn implored, hoping to regain his focus. Yeonjun complied, resting his head in the crook of yn’s neck, his breath tickling yn ever so slightly. Yeonjun wasn’t content with that though, determined in his quest for attention, he began to tickle the latter, yn let out a wheeze struggling to concentrate.
Yeonjun’s plan finally worked as yn’s in game character met his demise, yn pouted, casting an exasperated look at the culprit responsible for his in-game misfortune. As a revenge tactic, yn remained silent, simply sitting there with folded arms, not uttering a word.
Yeonjun the master of playful tactics on his achievement of his goal, pulls yn up, making their way to the shared bed. “finally, I have you all to myself!”
Yn couldn’t help but voice his disappointment at losing the game, “but jun, I was so close!” he whined, not willing to let the topic slide.
Yeonjun, instead of offering words, silences yn with a kiss. It was his way of saying ‘I don’t want to hear your complaints’.
When they pulled apart, yn was found with a fond smile latched upon his features despite his previous displeasure. “you can’t just kiss my complaints away, jun” yn teased, affection evident for his junnie.
“really? It certainly doesn’t seem that way,” yeonjun replied amused, before going in for another kiss capturing yn’s lips just as quickly as he had conquered his heart before. The food brought in earlier was now long forgotten, left untouched.
Certainly had fun rewriting one of my fav fic of all time !
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From 2021.
A reimagining of The Swan Princess, wherein a young Rothbart is promised Odette's hand, because his sorcerer parents helped her mother conceive her in the first place. Then his parents die and everyone goes "lolno".
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ARE YOU THE ONE REWRITING BRIDE OF DISCORD!?
Who, me?
Maybeeee (人 •͈ᴗ-) 🩷💛
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hi! i really love your writing and i was wondering if you could write something with crosshair? really anything besides angst would be wonderful! thank you!!!
In the Summertime
Crosshair X GN!Reader
word count: 1.4k
The idea of camping out in Lothal in the summer sounds perfect - the best way to relax in your mind. But what happens when you have to share a tent with your crush after a mix up?
Warnings: none, mutual pining, Crosshair being grumpy, fluff. Not proofread. Mentions of tattoos.
Originally written January 2023, Rewritten January 2024.
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"Is that really necessary?"
Your face betrayed panic as Crosshair unexpectedly thrust his head into your shared tent, catching you completely off guard. The news of a change in camping arrangements, now having to share the tent with Crosshair, left your expression bleak. How does one react when faced with the prospect of sharing a tent with their crush, especially someone as complex as him?
Crosshair's eyes scanned between you and the now makeshift wall of pillows dividing the snug tent. Words failed you, and under his intense gaze, your face flushed. "I thought you might prefer the space," you stammered.
His raised eyebrow assessed the situation as he slowly crawled in, settling on the bedroll and pillow on the right side. "If I wanted more space, I would've stayed on the ship," he drawled, nonchalantly popping a toothpick into his mouth surely that couldn't be comfortable to sleep with in, but he seemed unfazed.
"Oh," you responded, torn between removing the wall of pillows or leaving it. Worried about appearing too eager, you opted to keep it for the time being.
Nightfall descended after a day filled with walking, laughter, and exploration, leaving your legs fatigued. You reclined on your separate bedroll, eyes fixed on the dim, flickering lamp hanging from the tent's center. Playing it cool around Crosshair was your plan of action, not wanting to appear annoying.
Yet, you couldn't shake the tension. Feelings for the Marksman had lingered for quite some time, perhaps since the day you first met. Guilty as charged, you were initially drawn in by his looks, but you hadn't anticipated him being as mysterious and moody as he appeared.
Minutes pass, and you swear you haven't drawn a breath, fearing he might sigh and leave. Carefully glancing over the mountain of pillows, you notice Crosshair's closed eyes, yet he's awake, rolling a toothpick around his lips with his tongue.
As you observed him, you began to appreciate the finer details of his features. His face, though slim and somewhat gaunt, still held a rugged handsomeness.
His tattoo, upon closer inspection, appeared imperfect, either faded or not filled in properly. Squinting, you gasped as his eyes suddenly opened, locking onto yours. Your head snapped back as if on reflex, pretending you hadn't been staring for what felt like an eternity.
Blood draining your face, you try to act nonchalant, but Crosshair, suppressing a smirk, breaks the tension. "Something on my face?" he asks, looking at the tent's roof.
Your hands fumble with your jacket's drawstring, despite the summer night's chill in the thin tent. "No, I was..." You debate whether admitting you were looking at his tattoo would be cringey or claiming it was nothing at all would be more awkward. Hoping for the best, you confess, "looking at your tattoo."
Sucking on the inside of his cheek, he glances back your way. "Don't like it?" His eyes narrow a little.
"No, I do!" Your protest comes a bit too quickly, but it doesn't deter the Marksman. "It just doesn't..." You cut yourself off, sensing a wave of nerves bubbling inside Crosshair. Normally indifferent to others' opinions, he has started to care about what you think.
"Doesn't what?" There's a small snap in his tone, unintentional, but you look horrified at the thought of him thinking you insulted him.
"Forget I said anything; it looks fine." You rush, rolling onto your side, hoping he drops the subject.
Typically, Crosshair would demand his brothers to express themselves confidently, but feeling a twinge of guilt for his sharp response, he let the matter drop.
A stretch of silence enveloped the tent for about ten minutes. Just as you felt on the verge of nodding off, the tent unzipped, accompanied by shuffling sounds. You sat up to find Crosshair gone, but his shadow revealed he hadn't retreated to the ship or sought refuge with the others. Instead, he sat outside, doing and saying nothing.
Sighing softly, you feared you might have irreparably annoyed him, jeopardizing any chance of confessing your feelings. Restless, you tossed and turned for half an hour, but the unsettling feeling persisted. Glancing up, you noticed Crosshair still outside, his silhouette revealing his arms wrapped around his body. If you were cold inside the tent, he must be freezing outdoors.
Taking a chance, you grabbed his warm blanket, ignoring the implications, and exited the tent. His shoulders tensed at your approach, but as you handed him the blanket, he looked down at you.
"It's cold," you stated, keeping your voice hushed to avoid waking the others.
He shuddered slightly, accepting your offering reluctantly, draping it over his lap. Uncertain if your presence was welcome, you turned to go back inside. However, just as you were about to step in, he mumbled a small "stay." Uncertain if you heard him correctly, you turned back, looking at him curiously.
"Stay," he repeated, his gravelly voice soft but audible.
Scuttling back, you settled beside him with crossed legs, accidentally brushing your knee against his, though he didn't seem to mind. Or at least, you hoped he didn't. As usual, the two of you lapsed into comfortable silence, the stars twinkling above, and despite the distant sound of Wrecker's snoring, a sense of peace settled over the camp.
"Do you like the summertime?" you ventured, breaking the silence.
"It's messy," he responded quickly, prompting a confused expression from you.
"Sorry?" you asked, puzzled, but he subtly pointed to his tattoo.
Surprised that he was willing to discuss it again after your earlier conversation, you admitted sheepishly, "I... I didn't mean to upset you. It just looks a bit uneven in some areas," rubbing the back of your neck and pulling your knees to your chest.
For a moment, he was silent, but then he chuckled—a rare occurrence that warmed your chest. "I agree, don't worry," he reassured you. Despite your differences, it was always a relief to see Crosshair relaxed and content, especially when it was in your presence.
“I should've gone to a professional," he mused aloud, gazing at the sky before turning to you. "Any guesses who did it?"
An amused smile tugged at your lips. "Would it happen to be that snoring log in the tent over there?" you teased, nodding towards Wrecker's tent. Not surprisingly, Crosshair nodded.
"Yep," he confirmed, a hint of disdain in his tone, yet amusement still glinted in his eyes. "We were younger, but still, I wouldn't let him near me again."
"Why did you let him, then?" you asked, genuinely curious.
"He wanted to."
Despite their frequent bickering, it was unexpectedly touching that Crosshair trusted Wrecker enough to let him ink him, simply because Wrecker wanted to. "That's actually quite nice of you," you remarked, a hint of admiration in your voice.
Crosshair smirked at your teasing tone, rolling his eyes and popping yet another toothpick between his teeth. "You saying I ain't nice usually, darling?" The pet name echoed in your mind, leaving you feeling like you were about to short-circuit. He watched your reaction with amusement, clearly enjoying how flustered you appeared before him. Hopefully, it was the good kind of flustered.
"Don't put words in my mouth, Mister," you retorted playfully, secretly thrilled by the nickname. "I do think you're nice, yeah." A soft breeze passed by, causing you to shudder involuntarily and drawing his attention even more.
"Looks like it isn't just me who's cold," he remarked, his chuckle sending another wave of shivers down your spine. However, it was the gesture of him draping the blanket you brought over you that warmed your heart more than your body. "This alright?"
Confidently, he kept half the blanket for himself, wedging in closer to you. His hair stood on end at the feeling of you practically cuddling next to each other for warmth.
"This is lovely. Thank you," you replied softly, sensing the tension between you both. If you interpreted the situation correctly, you leaned across and planted a quick kiss on his cheek before resting your head on his shoulder, letting your eyes flutter shut.
He froze, a surge of nervous energy coursing through him, unsure if he deserved such tenderness. But he wasn't about to let this connection slip away.
"Yeah," he muttered quietly to himself a few minutes later, certain that you might have even fallen asleep on him, "I like summertime."
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Befriending the Golden Guard [Lunter AU]
What if they met a few more times and had some bonding moments. Hunter would notice that he actually likes being around her and learning about wild magic...Luz would try to befriend him more and more.Hunter would be the first one developing a crush on her.
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Do you know this queer character?
Amos is Pansexual and uses he/him pronouns!
#ah that genre I like to call “dating sim pansexual”#amos rewritten#rewritten#tumblr polls#fandom polls#poll#pansexual#he/him#video game#lgbtqia#do you know this queer character#finished
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WINGS OF FIRE: REIMAGINED (Part One: SkyWings)
Okay heyyyy guys ik I disappeared off the face of the Earth for like a solid 3 months but I finally remembered this blog exists and I promised y'all a rewrite...so here goes nothing!
Tonight I've cooked up some basic ideas for how I imagine the Skywing Kingdom to appear in my reimagining. I WILL be doing the other tribes so don't worry!! Also these ideas are nowhere near finished cooking but uh oh well
sO without further ado, I present...
SKYWINGS
Armistal (Skywing capital)
“Mining Country”
War prisoner gladiator style arena
Violent games held to entertain the Queen
High in the mountains and cliff sides
Cities and homes carved into sides of mountains and valleys
Armistal is surrounded by a range of jagged mountains
A professional, dangerous army filled with trainees who have practiced since they came out of the egg (reasoning: in the OG series Queen Scarlet mentions a breeding program, and if there’s a breeding program, why not a military one too?)
Militaristic
One of the wealthiest kingdoms
War profiteers!
Incredible blacksmiths and jewelers (lightweight durable armor, beautiful necklaces, etc.)
A large portion of the community surrounding Armistal works as stonecutters
The Skywings sound like a formidable and dangerous tribe with a strong emphasis on military might and combat prowess. They also seem to have a rich culture of blacksmithing and jewelry-making, which adds to their overall allure. It would be interesting to explore their society and the social dynamics within the tribe, particularly among the fighters and other groups such as the blacksmiths and jewelers. I imagine there is a GREAT disparity between the stonecutter class and the military upper class
Aqueducts?
It would also be fascinating to explore how the Skywings' military might have affected their relationships with other tribes and the political landscape of the world. Do their neighbors fear them, or do they see them as valuable allies? How has their wealth and influence shaped their relationships with other kingdoms?
The farther away from the central kingdom, the less focused on stone cutting and mining dragons probably are
ALSO ALSO ALSO what are your guys' thoughts on feathery/avian Skywings because I've been wanting fluffy sky dragons for so long like pls hear me out imagine a fluffy Peril (IMAGINE THE PHOENIX IMAGERY/MYTHOLOGY WE COULD GET INTO WITH HER)
#wings of fire#wof#wof au#rewritten#i didn't think this through#please don't flame me#be nice#skywings
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What BS 🙄
"Agatha Christie’s Poirot, Miss Marple Classic Mysteries Rewritten For Modern Sensitivities"
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What are Omi's living arrangements in ReWritten when he moves into Chase's lair?
It’s honestly probably something really similar to what @grasshopperdoingdogpaddle has in something like a lullaby ! A room all his own with a lavish bed and a jungle cat keeping watch outside that he very much has trouble sleeping in.
I imagine Omi was a bit better at hiding his discomfort from Chase than his Heylin side was in that story, but ultimately the fact that he wasn’t sleeping all that well got out when he didn’t show up on time to breakfast one morning and Chase found him sleeping curled up on the floor of his new room in a pile of blankets he had stripped from the bed…
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A shadow lurks in dreams. A desire, a hunger, a need... an ambition, a goal. A shadow of potential, a dream of becoming something more.
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What if Jolene was an Eldritch Siren Monster?
Remix of the ingenious ideas of the post below (that I couldn`t find on Tumblr so the Pinterest screenshot will have to suffice) and my own two cents added in
Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene
I′m begging of you, please, don't take my man
Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene
Please don′t take him just because you can
He claims your beauty is beyond compare
With flaming locks of auburn hair
With ivory skin, and eyes of emerald green
No man withstands your siren song
but I will never go along
For I know what you really are, Jolene
Your teeth are sharp, your mouth agape
Your claws rend flesh, there´s no escape
From the hunger of the Eldritch One, Jolene
He talks about you in his sleep
And there's nothing I can do to keep
From crying when he calls your name, Jolene
Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene
I′m begging of you, please, don′t take my man
Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene
Please don't take him just because you can
You could have your choice of men
But I could never love again
He′s the only one for me, Jolene
Blackening the summer skies
With burning wings and countless eyes
My happiness depends on you, Jolene
Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene
I'm begging of you, please, don′t take my man
Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene
Please don't take him even though you can
Jolene
Jolene
#highnonsenselogic#jolene#eldritch Jolene#eldritch#dolly parton#song#rewritten#what if Jolene was an eldritch siren monster#rewritten song#horror
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Clarification here, but it won't make it better.
#the lorax#remake#reboot#rewritten#the biggering#lorax#the once-ler#onceler#leronce roaxl#get on your knees to save the trees#deviantart#vampiremeerkat
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some things I’ve thought of for the cars 2 rewrite
feel free to suggest constructive criticism and some ideas!
#pixar cars#cars 2#cars pixar#lightning mcqueen#tow mater#radiator springs#cars 2 rewritten#rewrite#rewritten
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Rewritten
genres: dating simulator, otome, comedy, romance
Did you ever wanted your favorite book character become alive? Of course, you did. So in this game MC has a chance to meet characters from books and even fall in love with one of them (or with every one of them). Because they came out of their books to help MC open her aunt's bookstore in time. You will have a lot of work, but also plenty of time to spend it with your bookish bachelors. You can talk to them, found a place in our world that they would like to visit for a date, and even read into their story - literally - and find more about them.
This game is pretty short, cute, funny and colorful. It is lighthearted and heartwarming, with a tiny bit of drama. The art style is unique, because it differs for every character.
Because a novel is so short, romance feels too rushed, of course. Characters confess love after two days knowing each other. Ok, let's call it love on the first sight.
(yeah, on the first day it is too soon, let's talk about love in two days)
The other problem is that each route alone lacks a conclusion. I think that a little scene in the end would be nice. But after all, if you finish all the routes, you will have a conclusion and some bonus pictures.
MC (Nameable)
MC got a degree in English literature, but now she has a writer's block and in the meanwhile decided to come and help her aunt with the bookstore-opening project and maybe gather some inspiration for writing in the future. Hopefully romance with a book character will help with it.
She is funny, sassy and independent, but kind. I would say that her personality more or less depends on the character she is pursuing
My rating 4/5
Love Interests (MILD SPOILERS AHEAD):
Klaus
Klaus is literally the strong silent type. He is the knight from a fantasy novel and he doesn't talk a lot, but when he does, it is appropriate and to the point. He's really so cute, especially after first date. How can you not love a man, who loves all the creatures, big and small? And also cooks! Definitely a keeper.
My rating 5/5
Dr. Vincent Asimov Nightshade
Nightshade is a [mad] biology scientist from a sci-fi novel. He has seven PhD in botany - and other kinds of fantastic botany. A typical tsundere, and I love tsunderes, scientists and men in glasses. He's a bit of a narcissist, he likes talking about himself. He's sassy, clever but in fact you will find it east to embarrass him, because deep in his soul he's bashful and afraid of his own feelings. So he's confused, but it is a good thing that he will have MC at his side to help him sort the thing out.
My rating 4,5/5
Rosamel
Rosamel is the opposite of Nightshade. He's a poet from a fairy tale and he's in love with love. Sweet-talking, tender and romantic. Prepare yourself for a full-time love bombarding from him.
He seems giddy and airy, but I really loved how bittersweet his backstory turned out. You'll find out why despite his appearance his favorite color is blue and not pink.
My rating 5/5
Amos
Amos is a PI from a mystery detective series that MC liked as a kid. He's working with a bright young detective girl and speaks very fondly of her. So he's the only one whom MC really knew before. He's funny, smart and has got a bubbly personality and a zest for life. There's so many things that will light his interest. And he won't stop talking about them.
For me his story and character were a bit bland, not my cup of tea, but he is a nice guy anyway.
My rating 4/5
Morgan MacAllister (Mac)
Mac is a sea captain from a classic adventure novel which MC has heard about, but hasn't read, because she was intimidated by the seriousness of it. Probably it is a reference to a Moby Dick, though the plot of Mac's book ші different.
He's looking pretty much intimidating and not very talkative. Definitely not a romantic. But if MC chooses to know him better, she'll find out that he has a kind heart and a crude sense of humor. In the past he was harsh to his crew and did thing that he regrets now. But nevertheless now he's caring about MC and tries hard to help her and make her feel comfortable.
My rating 3,5/5
Overall:
Visual: 5/5
Story: 4/5
Characters: 5/5
Romance: 3/5
Originality: 3/5
My Rating: 4/5
The game is free! You can get it on itch.io
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I played new game and sorry, I can't unsee it now.
Amos, my beloved. <3
(Layton similarities are mostly because of puzzles and being good with kids.)
#rewrittengame#rewrittenvisualnovel#bestiesstudio#ace attorney#professor layton#rewritten#rewritten game#amos easterbrook#rewritten amos#rewritten morgan “mac” macallister#rewritten rosamel#rewritten dr. nightshade#rewritten klaus
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