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redheadspark · 27 days

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Never Ever

Summary - Azriel consols his son after a nightmare.

A/N - This is part of the Ocean Eyes Series

Azriel has gown accustom to the quiet in Velaris.

The little home out in the countryside was especially quiet, with the moon hanging high in the sky amongst the clouds and the grass softly swaying in the wind, Azriel loved this kind of quiet. He was accustomed to frogs bellowing from the river not too far away, or the faint hum of fireflies that were dancing along the tops of the herbs in the garden behind the cottage. He was used to it now, and he would prefer this over the sterile silence of the Illyrian camps or even in the city of Velaris.

This was one of the very few nights he was home. Most of the time he would work late or until around dinner time, Rhysand needing his Spymaster duties more frequently than ever before. With the improved relationship with Autumn Court getting better by the day, Eris was still a targeting threat to Night Court. He knew that threats he had two times against Azriel and his family, so The Autumn Prince has been quiet for the last few months or so. Azriel still kept his shadows busy with intel from Eris.

He had no trust in Eris, and he wouldn’t anytime soon.

You were helping Nesta and Cassian at the House of Wind, Nesta being so close to her due date that she was restricted to her bed until it was time to give birth. Madja had to be stern with her, knowing Nesta was a stubborn fae. She was convinced though, Cassian staying by her side to give her plenty of rest and preparation for their new title bundle of joy. You were more than willing to help, making plenty of herbs for her and prepping plenty of great meals for herself and Cassian to enjoy. It meant that you were the one staying out a bit later in the night, and Azriel would be on cottage duty.

Of course, Alec missed his mother being around. When he wasn’t attending school in the mornings in Velaris, he would be at home or on a playdate with Nyx. Azriel could tell he was missing you from time to time when you’d be helping his Aunt Nesta. He was good at hiding his feelings, even with the faint signs of his shadows humming against his small backside, Alec never wanted to show that he wanted his mother. It pained Azriel to see his son trying to hide his feelings, but then again he had to do the same when he was young.

Azriel made it a point to change that with Alec.

He had finished the last of the dishes to let them air dry when he first felt it along his shadows. Movement, very close by, making him pause from his actions. It wasn’t a negative sense so to speak, but something familiar. Something warm, not a threat, and nothing dangerous. He knew that feeling, and the next thing he heard was one of the floorboards creaking from very little weight.

Lastly, he heard a sniffle. Instantly he turned, knowing who it was within an instant.

Alec, in his pajamas, and massive tears on his cheeks.

“D-d-daddy,” He hiccuped.

Azriel was gliding over within an instant and scooping him up within his arms. Alec clung to him, his face digging into his father’s neck so his father could feel the tears hitting his shirt. It broke his heart to see Alec in tears, a sweet young boy who would never hurt fly and would light up his tiresome day. Azriel also knew his heart was tender, so tender and consumed with love, so there would be times when it would break or shatter.

All Azriel could do was pick up those pieces and mend his heart.

“What’s wrong, Alec? You wanna tell me?” Azriel asked him in a soothing tone, rubbing his back with his knuckles as he walked them over to the couch to sit. Alec was hiccuping in his lap, his fingers clinging to Azriel’s shirt too tight as Azriel kept cooing at him, “I got you, okay? You’re safe with me,”

“I-I had a b-b-bad dream,” Alec mumbled into his shirt, sniffling a bit.

“I’m sorry, buddy. Nightmares are simply scary dreams. But that’s all they are: dreams. Nothing real, okay?” Azriel reminded his son, who nodded his head rapidly as he moved his head to look up at his other. His bright eyes were almost illuminated, and the tears on his cheeks were evident.

“I didn’t l-l-like the dream though, Daddy,” he explained, Azriel hummed and pushed his tears away gently with his thumbs.

“I know you didn’t, buddy. You wanna tell me about it?” He asked his son, he bit his lower lip for a brief moment as his father waited patiently. It was one of the traits Ariel loved about his son: always in deep thought.

“You and momma weren’t there,” Alec explained, Azriel watching his son’s piercing blue eyes start to mist again as he was looking at his fingers that were fiddling in his lap, “I was lost and I tried to find you, and momma. But I couldn’t find you, and I..I g-g-ot—“

Azriel tucked him into a hug again as Alec sniffled and blinked out a few more tears. Azriel knew his son loved being around his parents, he had a sense of safety with you and Azriel. It was one of the main goals Azriel had: to make his son feel loved and safe. It wasn’t that Alec was insanely introverted, he had friends at his school and a wonderful relationship with his cousin Nyx. Alec would rather be around his big loving family than anywhere else. The last thing Azriel would ever want is for his son to not feel safe at any time.

“My sweet boy,” Azriel hummed into his son’s hair while he rubbed Alec’s back soothingly with the tips of his fingers, “You should never be afraid of being alone. You will never be alone, okay? Your momma and I will never ever leave you alone,”

Azriel heard his son sniffle a bit, then pausing before speaking in a mere murmur, “Never?”

He had to smile against his son’s black locks, hearing the small inkling of hope in his son’s tone, “Never ever. You’re our son, Alec Rhysand, and we love and adore you too much to leave you alone,”

It seemed to do the trick since Azriel could no longer hear Alec crying or sniffling too much. But he was still holding onto his father, not as tightly but possessively. He finally sat back up, Azriel seeing how he was a bit calmer and sleep was evident on his face and under his eyes. He grinned, “How about I tuck you back into bed, okay?”

“Mmkay, and daddy?” Alec asked tentatively.

“Yeah, Alec?”

“I miss momma,”

Azriel heard the pain in his voice from those three words, which broke his heart a bit. He knew Alec loved his mother and wanted to be around her constantly. You were an exceptional mother to Alec, you knew just how to shower him with love and still be firm at the same time when it was needed. But the best thing that you did, in Azriel’s opinion at least, was make Alec feel like the most important Illryian throughout the land.

It was as if you were born to be a mother. Azriel firmly believed that.

“I know, buddy. I miss her too,” Azriel agreed, standing up with Alec in his arms as Alec’s head was snuggled on his shoulder with his eyes blinking slowly and a yawn on his lips, “However, if I know your momma, she should be back very soon. But right now she’s helping Aunt Nesta, remember?”

“Helping her before she has the baby?” Alec asked as Azriel walked down the hallway back to Alec’s little bedroom.

“That’s right. Your momma wants to help her before the baby comes, and that means she has to be away for a bit. But not forever,” Azriel reassured his son as he made it to the door that was left ajar that led into Alec’s room.

“I hope not forever,” Alec mumbled, yawning again as Azriel chuckled and poked his head into the small room. Alec’s bed was tucked against the wall and by a window that looked out into the open meadow, Velaris not too far away along with the massive mountains. His dresser was in the closet that had his clothes and small trinkets sitting on the top. The walls were painted in tints of purple and blue to reflect the night sky, all thanks to Aunt Feyre, and plenty of toys that were tucked into a beautiful wooden toy chest with his name engraved on the top, a generous gift from his Uncle Rhysand.

Azriel walked his son across the room, dodging the wooden sword that Alec got as a Winter Solstice gift from Cassian last year and then placing his son back in bed. Alec snuggled into the bed as Azriel tucked the blanket up and around his arms. Azriel could see that he was beyond sleepy, rubbing his eyes with his fingers and trying to stay awake as his head was sinking into the plush pillow, “Tomorrow we can go to the harbor. You, me, and momma. How does that sound?”

Alec lit up a bit from the suggestion, his smile infectious as he nodded his head, “Mmkay, Daddy. I wanna get a present for Nesta’s baby too,”

“You want to get a gift?” Azriel asked, almost in a bit of shock as Alec nodded his head again.

“Mmhmm. Maybe a stuffy like my owl, so that if the baby gets sad, the stuffy will help,” He suggested, his voice showing signs of slumber and his eyes starting to drift close with ease. Azriel was immensely proud of his son, seeing how big his heart was even when he was missing his mother and experiencing a nightmare.

“That sounds like a great idea, Alec. Now, let’s get some sleep, okay? I’ll make sure momma comes in to give you a kiss when she gets home, okay?” Azriel asked him as Alec held his stuffed owl in his tiny arms.

“Okay, Daddy. Night night,” Alec replied, letting out one more big yawn before his eyes drifted closed.

“Goodnight, buddy. I love you,” Azriel hummed against his head, pressing one more kiss against his dark locks. He then got up from the bed, about to walk out of the bedroom and close the door behind him when he heard a soft sound from the bed.

“Love you too, daddy,”

Azriel turned back and looked, seeing Alec drifting back to sleep with a soft smile. Once again, Azriel had to pause and drink in his life: to anyone else, it would be seen as mundane or ordinary. Not to him, not to the Spymaster who went through torment and pain as a youngster and always had to have people arm's length away. He saw death head-on and fought back, he’s seen fae and other beings die around him as he went on, and he always assumed he wouldn’t have a simple life or that the simple life would fulfill him.

He was wrong. This life was the only life he would ever want and need.

As he turned off the light and closed the door, with the moonlight dancing along his son’s sleeping face, Azriel considered himself a lucky Illryian for this life. He no longer had to rely on fear or brutality as other Illryians did, nor did he have to be uncertain if he would ever be happy. He was beyond happy, happy with a mate who loved him with all his flaws, happy that he had a found family who brought him out of darkness and doubt, and most importantly, happy with his son who saw Azriel as his world and more.

The next morning Azriel noticed that your side of the bed was still untouched, which made him slightly panic. But your jacket was hung on the back of a chair, as well as your messenger bag you would take. That made him confused as he got up from bed and ruffled his hair. Anytime either one of you would come in late, you would notify each other. Azriel couldn’t recall hearing you whisper to him last night or getting a kiss on the cheek, yet your things were in the room.

He poked his head into Alec’s room, seeing an adorable and loving sight as you cradled your son in your arms and the pair of you sleeping in Alec’s bed. Your wings drooped over the side of the small bed, Alec snoring away as his head was on your chest fast asleep while you too were in deep sleep with your arms tucked around him. With the early morning sun rays dancing in the room to brighten the space, it felt peaceful and almost tranquil in a way.

Azriel had to grin: the two most important beings in his life were sleeping together.

The End.

tagged - @valeridarkness @impossibelle @acourtofbatboydreams @prettylittlewrites @fxckmiup

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starstruckodysseys · 1 year

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good morning to men who have been temporarily turned into frogs, brave little girls with pink eye, old men who’ve held their son’s bones, princesses learning to choose their own destiny, little trickster cats, and, of course, the prince of shoeburg

#dimension 20 #neverafter #gerard of greenleigh #prince gerard of greenleigh #ylfa snorgelsson #mother timothy goose #rosamund du prix #princess rosamund du prix #pib #puss in boots #pinocchio

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thesoftestirises · 1 year

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playing with fire

♡ pairing : aemond x reader ♡ rating : 18+ - aemond says some shit that is absolutely unacceptable ♡ word count : 2.3k ♡ warnings: violence, talks of d wording and k wording, stockholm syndrome, threatening the people you love, choking, dubcon (how can someone really consent in an environment like this?) ♡ summary : To most of Westeros, you are the dangerous leader of an antimonarchist rebellion. To Prince Aemond, you are both the bane of his existence and the object of all his desires. ♡ an : join my taglist for this miniseries! this part can be read as a standalone, but it is a continuation of my fic raise your weapon

You awoke to a raging headache, courtesy of your kidnappers’ heavy handed methods of knocking you out.

You struggled against the twine binding your wrists and ankles uselessly and tried to keep your breathing even. Panicking would make you more useless. You couldn’t see anything through the burlap sack they had tossed over your head, but you felt the hay lined cart you were sitting in rattle. It was hard to tell what direction you were heading in, but you hoped it wasn’t the lake. You paused, furrowing your brows and listening for the sound of frogs. When you instead heard the slow beating of what could only be a dragon’s wings, you realized that you probably had better chances with the lake than where you were actually headed.

“Raynard, I understand we have had our differences, but surely there has to be a better answer than betraying us to the enemy,” you said, keeping your voice carefully neutral.

“How’d she know it was us?”

The sound of skin on skin and a soft pained noise rang out. “Shut up! Have you no sense?”

You sighed. At least everyone who was involved in this disgraceful act were people you would have expected. No surprises, other than the fact they had the gonads to go through with it. “Anthony and Samuel, you got wrapped up in this too? I thought we had no quarrel?”

“We don’t,” Samuel said, his voice quiet and unsure. “But Raynard said we could save our families and possibly the whole village if we gave you up.”

“And you believe him?”

The night air grew cold and silent. Your nose was filled with the scent of damp fabric and hay, but if you really focused and knew what you were looking for, you could smell a fire. You didn’t have long. “Men, we are on the verge of a breakthrough. A proper revolution! This isn’t about the comfort of the present, it’s for your sons and your sons’ sons-“

“Silence, witch. Your silver tongue has burned half the village to the ground and forced us to live like dogs. We’ve had enough of your revolution,” another voice, cool as steel, sharp as a knife, snapped. Raynard. “I would have sliced that throat open myself, but for some reason Prince Aemond wanted you alive.”

“Probably has some other ideas for her throat.”

You shivered in fear and revulsion as the three men cackled. You knew that the second prince, also known as the current leader of the City Watch, had a strange fascination with you ever since you first narrowly evaded his capture by using less than orthodox means. Since then, he’d developed a fixation on you, chasing you across half the seven kingdoms for the better part of two years.

At times he had gotten frighteningly close, but you had always managed to slip away before he could do more than slap a pair of cuffs on you. He had grown more agitated and aggressive with each attempt, even placing a bounty on your head for anyone who delivered you to him alive by the end of the first year. You had always expected to meet your end by his blade, but you hadn’t expected it to go down like this.

The cart halted and you scrambled to try and toss yourself off the cart, only to trip over the fabric of your skirts. A pair of hands caught you and tossed your body over their shoulder. You grunted and attempted to beat them with your bound hands, but there was only so much you could do.

“Let go of me!” You shouted. “Put me down, Raynard! You’ll regret this!”

“I doubt he will, little fox. He’s about to receive wealth beyond his wildest dreams.”

You froze, immediately tense. You would know that too-melodic, overly saccharine voice anywhere. It haunted you in your dreams and rang out in your ears when you were all alone.

“Set her down,” Prince Aemond commanded.

Whoever was holding you unceremoniously dropped you on the ground and ripped the sack off your face. You winced at the light flooding your eyes and looked around. There were dozens of neat rows of tents in front of you and behind you, but only three people stood before you. Two of them seemed to be unremarkable foot soldiers, but the figure in the center was anything but.

Standing before you, Prince Aemond cut quite the image of a conqueror. Tall, pale, and hauntingly handsome. It appeared he had seen this moment fit to bring out his traditional Targaryen armor. Under the silver glow of the autumn moon, both his hair and armor seemed to shine. He had chosen to leave his eyepatch off for added effect, you assumed, as his false sapphire eye twinkled at you.

“Prince Aemond Targaryen,” you said as you set your mouth into an irritated frown. No one could know how scared you actually were. You couldn’t give them that kind of satisfaction. The last thing you wanted was for rumors to spread of you sniveling like a coward when you came to meet your death. That would only ensure your cause died with you. “To what do I owe the misfortune?”

His lips curved upwards in a wolfish smile. “I told you I’d get you eventually, did I not?”

“Well, I’d hardly say you got me. You paid someone else off.”

“Incredible. You’re at my mercy and you have the audacity to talk back like you’ve got the upper hand.” He laughed in disbelief and shook his head. “Though I suppose that’s all you have. Nerve and a way with words. It’s remarkable how long you’ve managed to elude me, Miss Y/N.”

“It’s not that remarkable when you consider how you lot all have sawdust for brains. They must knock all the sense out of you during training.”

“Any one of my men would have more sense than you and your entire crew combined. You’ve gotten by on sheer dumb luck.”

“We’ve gotten by on divine providence,” you said, tilting your head upwards in a purposefully arrogant fashion. You could see the patience in Prince Aemond’s gaze beginning to wear thin. Good. At least you could die doing what you loved, making the rich and powerful angry.

“And that’s why you’re kneeling before me now?” He asked, raising a single brow.

“I’m kneeling before you now because these three men have as much honor as you do and do not understand that there has always been a price to pay for freedom. But my cause won’t die with me, your highness. The people are tired of the tyranny of the crown. Why should they have to give up their lives for your privileged and petty squabbles? What sense is there in us working if half of what we produce goes to people who have never lifted a finger in their lives?” You insisted, giving Aemond an earnest look.

Prince Aemond furrowed his brows and slowly stepped closer to you. You watched as the shadows moved over his face, darkening his eyelashes and sharpening his cheekbones. You swallowed and winced as he crouched in front of you, roughly pulling your chin into his ice cold fingertips. His gaze slowly crossed over every inch of your face, examining you as if you were a battlefield to be surveyed and not a person.

“You fascinate me,” he said, his voice quiet as his eye locked back on yours. “You’re not particularly beautiful, you have no formal education, and you don’t have a cent to your name. Why does anyone follow you?”

“You should ask yourself that. You’ve been chasing me too, haven’t you? Still upset about our first meeting?”

“That was a regrettable moment of weakness on my part, which will never happen again,” he said firmly. He moved his hand to your cheek, stroking his knuckles over your skin. You gave him a wary look but held your tongue. Prince Aemond and all these men wanted to exert power over you. You couldn’t let them have it. “But I have you now.”

“Is it all you’ve been dreaming of, my prince?”

“Close, but not quite,” he said, that sharp grin returning to his face. You cringed and curled in on yourself as he let go of your face to drag you up by your wrists. “Escort these men to Ser Cole so they can receive their payment. I’ll be getting our slippery little friend acquainted with her new living quarters.”

Prince Aemond didn’t wait for a response, picking you up by your waist and slinging you over his shoulder. You were tired of being carried around like a sack of potatoes but didn’t protest. It would just be a waste of your energy. You watched as the prince’s men led Raynard away, Anthony and Samuel continuously looking back at you. You smiled to yourself. At least your legacy was secured.

Prince Aemond halted in front of a large tent, carefully moving the opening so the canvas didn’t hit you as he brought you inside and set you down on an uncomfortable wooden stool. You noted the expensive trinkets and the tables stacked with toy soldiers and parchment paper. It was obvious who owned the tent and what its purpose was, but the only question was why you were there. Did Aemond like to keep his prisoners where he could watch them the night before executing them? You stiffened and turned your gaze over to your side where the prince had begun stripping off his armor.

“I suppose you’d like to know what I plan to do with you,” he said, tossing his vambraces onto the table.

You remained silent, eyeing him warily. It was obvious what he was to do with you. Did it truly need to be spoken?

But then, he surprised you.

“I won’t be executing you.”

“What?”

Aemond chuckled, loosening the buckles around the shoulder pieces of his armor. “I have no intentions of making you a martyr. I will destroy you and your rebellion, and you will be alive to watch.”

“And how do you intend to do that?” You asked. “It is too late. The people sing of freedom. Holding me prisoner will change nothing.”

“That is true. Holding you prisoner would do as much for me as killing you would. But their tune will change once you are discredited and you become what they hate most,” Aemond said, taking a small pause before continuing. “Royalty.”

“No,” you said, furrowing your brows and shaking your head. “That is not possible. You cannot do that-“

“I can, my little fox. The king has agreed to it already. The ceremony will be in ten days time. A little rushed, perhaps, but rest assured, our wedding will be opulent and spoken about for years to come.”

“Is this not also punishment for you?” You tried, sweetening your voice and taking on a tone of false concern. “I mean, certainly there are more advantageous matches with prettier maidens.”

“Punishment? It was my idea,” he said, leaning forward and cupping your jaws with his cold, delicate fingers. “Can I tell you a secret? I’ve been dreaming of you since the day we first met. That day you kissed me, stole my sword, and ran away from me. I remember it vividly. I stroke my cock to it nightly.”

“You’re insane-“

“Every day and every night, I reminisced about the feeling of your soft lips, your supple skin, the lavender scent in your hair. I contemplated what I would do with you when you were finally caught. I thought about how I would cut your clothes off your body. How you would look when you were as bare before me as you were on your nameday. I admit I was a man obsessed,” You shivered as Aemond fingers wandered from your jaw to your throat, lightly brushing over the pulsing veins there. “I allowed my mind to wander.”

“So that’s it, then?” You spat, your mouth set in a disgusted grimace. “You intend to defile me? All this chase was for the purpose of you wetting your cock in the most unwilling person you could find?”

At that, Aemond’s lips curled upwards and a small huff of laughter escaped. “No, I am not my brother. That would only be too easy and would provide little pleasure.”

“Then? How do you intend to bed me if not by force?”

“You will give yourself to me,” Aemond answered, his voice soft and his tone matter of fact. “Willingly.”

Your jaw dropped. “Are you mad? Why in the seven hells would I do that?”

“You’ll see.”

“I’ll be seeing about as much as that sapphire eye of yours.”

At that, Aemond pressed down on the sides of your neck, effectively cutting off your blood flow. You gasped and stood from the stool, wrapping your hand around his wrist and struggling fruitlessly to pull him away as your vision began to blur and your mind became hazier. He dragged you ever closer to him, until you were practically able to feel his chest rising and falling with each breath.

“I won’t force you to preform your marital duties, but that doesn’t mean I will tolerate disrespect, sweetling,” Aemond said, his words practically spoken against your lips. “I can and will destroy you.”

Despite yourself, you let a laugh slip past your teeth. “You may dishonor me and defile me, but you will never destroy me.”

Aemond’s sole pale blue eye twinkled. “I do look forward to the challenge.”

#aemond x reader #prince aemond #prince aemond x reader #aemond targaryen #prince aemond targaryen #hotd #house of the dragon #aemond targaryen smut #aemond smut #aemond targaryen x reader #playing with fire

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2023himbotournament · 1 year

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Coming to you all soon: The 2023 Grand Himbo Tournament!!

Inspired by the @nonbiney-swag-competition mainly, created and hosted by @makerofmadness

edit: guys it's already started pleas catch up I can't tell everyone who thinks it hasn't started yet dndndndndndn

Edit 2; The tournament has officially concluded! Thanks for your participation, I will still be using this blog for helping spread other tournaments, and also posting cringe

Welcome one and all, to the most ambitious tournament probably so far (that is to say, I chose way too many characters but in my defense I had found a blank template for a smash bros character roster thing and wanted to fill the whole thing up, even if I had to turn to the dark side to do so for one or two picks): The 2023 Himboff!

Round 1 Part 1 will begin on Friday, hopefully giving everyone enough time to prepare themselves for battle (I describe this as if it's a war and not a tumblr pollnament-).

EDIT: Yes I am being told that I may have included characters who may not fit the himbo criteria perfectly but in my defense i am not in every fandom and my research consisted of furious googling so if google lied to me then blame that

Now, without further ado, here is our roster!!

The himbos, in order from top to bottom, left to right:

Johnny Bravo (Johnny Bravo)

Kronk (The Emperor's New Groove)

Milk Cookie (Cookie Run)

Glamrock Freddy (Five Nights at Freddy’s)

Asgore Dreemurr (Undertale)

John F Kennedy (Clone High)

Joseph Joestar (Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure)

Son Goku (Dragon Ball)

Fred Jones (Scooby Doo)

Knuckles (Sonic Boom)

Chandlo Funkbun (Bugsnax)

Hercules (Hercules)

Milo (Pokémon)

Tom Dupain (Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Cat Noir)

Jake English (Homestuck)

Launchpad McQuack (Ducktales)

King Dedede (Kirby)

Jonathan Joestar (Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure)

Lupin III (Lupin III)

Bolin (The Legend of Korra)

Big the Cat (Sonic)

Joey Wheeler (Yu-Gi-Oh)

Maui (Moana)

Phoenix Wright (Ace Attorney)

Sun Wukong (RWBY)

Terra (Kingdom Hearts)

Dimitri (Fire Emblem)

Brock (Pokémon)

Emile (How Not to Summon a Demon Lord)

Galo Thymos (Promare)

Gladiolus Amicitia (Final Fantasy)

Groose (The Legend of Zelda)

Hector (Fire Emblem)

Gonta Gokuhara (Danganronpa)

Indus Tarbella (Epithet Erased)

Tyko (Harmoknight)

Okuyasu Nijimura (Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure)

Toshinori Yagi (My Hero Academia)

Zeke von Genbu (Xenoblade)

Reyn (Xenoblade)

Koichi Zenigata (Lupin III)

Zhongli (Genshin Impact)

Killer T Cell (Cells at Work!)

Jean Pierre Polnareff (Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure)

Muscle Cookie (Cookie Run)

Flynn Rider (Tangled)

Prince Naveen (The Princess and the Frog)

Captain Underpants (Captain Underpants)

Kofu (Pokémon)

Buzz Lightyear (Toy Story)

Larry the Lobster (Spongebob SquarePants)

Ralph (Wreck-It Ralph)

King Fergus (Brave)

Kyojuro Rengoku (Demon Slayer)

Joey Tribbiani (Friends)

Steve Harrington (Stranger Things)

Jason Mendoza (The Good Place)

Troy Barnes (Community)

Kamina (Gurren Lagann)

Alfred F. Jones (Hetalia) (sincere apologies)

Andy Dwyer (Parks and Recreation)

Thor (Marvel)

Nate Archibald (Gossip Girl)

Valhallen (Powerpuff Girls)

He-Man (He-Man and the Masters of the Universe)

Arthur Morgan (Red Dead Redemption)

Leon (Pokémon)

Sam (Stardew Valley)

Reigen Arataka (Mob Psycho 100)

Clawd Wolf (Monster High)

Guillermo (Himbo Harem Homicide)

Galio (League of Legends)

Mirio Togata (My Hero Academia)

See you all on Friday for when the Himboff commences!

#poll #himbo #2023 himboff #tournament #polls #would appreciate it if people would reblog this to help it spread :'3 I worked hard #Edit: I straight up forgot to list two of the roster members until now dnndndndnd

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helplesslyblue77 · 9 months

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Stray Kids-Fairy Tales with a Twist

a series of fics, each one focusing on an individual member, and placing them into classic fairy tales, each with their own little twist for flavor

They will come out one at a time, at a random pace, but hopefully i'll be done by september(But with me its hit or miss)

and most of these will have smut

So why dont you sit down, and listen to my tales...

“Once upon a time, in a far away Kingdom...”

Bang Chan...Snow White

“Years ago, your father had died and your mother had remarried. You never liked your step father, simply because he was not your real father, and you made no secret of your dislike. Many years later, your mother died and your step father became the temporary reigning monarch. You vowed the feelings you were feeling were anger, but when you fall prey to a mysterious curse you realize maybe those feelings weren't hatred after all…”

Completed!

Lee Minho...The Little Mermaid

“Merpeople have been disappearing, and your Father, King Triton, gives you a mission. Go to the surface and investigate. You are excited to explore the surface, but upset that you have to be accompanied by the Sea Witch Ursula’s son, Lee Minho, because you think he hates you. But bad things are brewing on the horizon, and you will need all the help you can get, maybe even from the man you ‘don't like’…”

(Coming Soon...)

Seo Changbin...Little Red Riding Hood

It's your birthday and you're on your way to visit your grandmother in the woods. Your mother always told you never to stray from the path, and you had listened, never following the clever words of the wolf. But maybe the wolf didn't want to eat you, maybe he was just lonely…

(Coming Soon...)

Hwang Hyunjin...Beauty and the Beast

You are an enchantress, and long ago, you had punished a spoiled prince with a curse. He would turn into a beast until he felt true love’s kiss. Many years later, you finally decide he has suffered enough and send a sweet girl named Belle to help the cursed prince. But for some reason, the beast refuses to fall in love with her and keeps trying to talk to you…

(Coming Soon...)

Han Jisung...The Frog Prince

Once upon a time while gathering wild mushrooms for dinner, you find a peculiar golden frog. You decide to keep him, not knowing that the frog is actually a cursed prince. You carry on with your daily life, musing about how weird your new pet frog is, until one day, you slip and fall, accidentally placing a kiss on his warty forehead…

(Coming Soon...)

Lee Felix...Cinderella

Once upon a time, you had lived a happy life, with your loving mother and kind father. You had been best friends with a sweet boy who would come to visit you every day. But one day, it all changed. Your mother fell ill, and soon after passed away. The boy suddenly disappeared and your father remarried. Your step mother was kind to you at first, but as soon as your father would leave on his merchant trips, she and her daughters would bully you, forcing you to do all the chores. One day, you hear of the prince's ball. In hopes of meeting a nice man and escaping from your stepmother's house you try your best to go. When you arrive at the masquerade, you are fortunate to dance with the prince. But you have the strangest feeling you have met him before…

(Coming Soon...)

Kim Seungmin...Rapunzel

Once upon a time, a beautiful princess was born, with golden locks that shined brightly. Fearing for her safety, the king and queen entrusted their daughter to a powerful witch friend, to keep her safe and hidden until she came of age. Years later, on Rapunzel's tenth birthday, a prince came knocking on the tower, mistakenly informed that Rapunzle was much older, and trapped by an evil witch. You quickly drive him away, after explaining the story but for some reason he keeps coming back and bothering you…

(Coming Soon...)

Yang Jeongin...Hansel and Gretal

You are a powerful witch living deep in the forests, whose only wish is to be left alone. One day, a young girl and her older brother venture into the forest, trying to escape their evil stepmother. They both eat part of your candy house, and to apologize, the boy agrees to be your housecleaner for a few months. In return, you promise to help them with their evil stepmother. You try to keep your distance from the boy, but for some reason, hes always following you around, trying to get your attention…

(Coming Soon...)

(This announcement post was mostly made so that i would guilt myself into actually finishing all of these stories, because if i don't leave a record somewhere, i probably won't finish this series to completion.

Oh yeah and the summaries for these might change slightly, i never quite stick to my plans. Don’t worry though, the basic themes will be the same)

#stray kids #stray kids x reader #stray kids smut #skz #skz smut #skz fluff #bang chan x reader #minho x reader #changbin x reader #hyunjin x reader #han x reader #lee felix x reader #seungmin x reader #jeongin x reader #mariannacrxss

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queen-caramilflinda · 1 year

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Welcome to Neverafter, our PCs are

A man turning into a frog because his wife maybe wants a divorce

A princess who who slept for 100 years and is being hunted by vines

A girl who has a dead grandma and pink eye and is also half wolf sometimes

An old man being haunted by the goose demon who killed his son

A cat that wears shoes and likes to gaslight people

A boy who is made of wood and may or may not be the prince of Shoeburg

#neverafter #d20 #dimension 20 #d20 neverafter #cienna talks

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ami-ven · 2 years

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Happy Birthday Hopper Croakington II!

#hopper croakington ii #son of the frog prince #ever after high #fictional birthday #fictional_birthday

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shygirl4991 · 3 months

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SMG4: You Used To Be Cool...

okay thoughts on the episode AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

THIS EPISODE HAS KILLED ME IM DEAD HELP spoilers down below

oh shit my au is real the prince frog smg4 is here!! /j

this episode be about my boy and how much he has changed im proud of him!! awesome that we get to see all the old villains and bring up the fact that SMG3 use to hang with them.

i spat out my drink what three why were you wearing that?

side note KAREN IS RIGHT THERE THREE HIRE HER LET BREWING ROMANCE BE REAL!!

never forget that arc honestly i really love that arc dont worry man i take you serious

OMG WHY WAS SNOWTRAPPED THERE HOLY SHIT!! SMG3 never forgets he thinks about it now i wonder if the same is for SMG4 (yeah i know its in his notebook)

dawww he remembers their first hand hold adventure it feels so long ago and i legit join the fandom in November last year

LISTEN TO YOUR SON HE KNOWS WHAT YOU ARE!!!

shoot me i dare you he doesn't give a shit

but then the boyfriend gets pointed at and just look at his face he doesnt care if people attack him just not the people close to him (did i mention i screamed when he confess to helping his friends he said friends!!!)

hey guys remember talking about how Three words color change when he is acting and then he is being himself well heres more proof on that

at this moment he is being open to SMG4 and confessing he is happy he is a changed person look at the font color

then my earlier screenshot where he is acting evil and wanting to kill SMG4 maybe this color theory on SMG3 isnt wrong his true self is light blue

#smg4 #smg34 #shygirl4991 #SMG4: You Used To Be Cool...

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sheeple · 7 months

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Miracles don't exist | 21: Bliss

Genre(s): Riddle!reader / Slytherin!reader / kinda slowburn / little happy moments Fandom(s): Harry Potter Pairing(s): Theodore Nott x Reader / Harry Potter x Riddle!reader Summary: Being the Dark Lord's daughter and raised under the strict supervision of the Malfoy's is no easy life. Especially if you start crushing on your father's arch-nemesis, Harry Potter. And that while being engaged to one of his follower’s sons. Warning(s): Who's ready for another year of how knows what! A/n: Because it's my birthday today and I'm turning 21, I'm posting chapter 21 a couple days early! Whoop whoop! And as a bonus, chapter 22 will be posted this Sunday :) [Masterlist] [Mini masterlist] [Playlist]

A laugh bubbles from eight-year-old you as you get chased by Draco with a frog around a tree. Draco and you just secretly finished a Muggle story named The Princess and The Frog. The both of you did it secretly, in the furthermost corner of the attic.

When Draco, later on, spotted a frog hopping around, he grabbed it and now he is chasing you. Draco sees what you're doing and cuts around the tree. He manages to corner you and press the slimy creature in your face.

"Now you kiss it. Go on, cousin! Kiss your prince!" He has a bright smile on his face, one of his front teeth missing.

Suddenly, a loud and thunderous voice makes Draco drop the poor creature and both of you tense up. "DRACO! Y/N! What did I tell you?" Uncle Lucius comes storming out of the manor, his nostrils flared.

"Children should be seen, not heard", the two of you say in unison, eyes cast to the ground.

He gives the two of you one last stern look before returning back inside, slamming the door behind him. You and Draco look at each other before giggling and running off again to play with something else.

"Are you coming?"

Your attention gets pulled from the memory that seems so long ago. You shift your gaze from a miserable-looking Draco across Platform 9¾ to Theodore's outstretched hand. He gives you a reassuring smile and you nod. He pulls you into one of the floo network fireplaces at calls out a destination you're not familiar with. When you emerge, you're in a small cottage-like building with a couple of benches.

"We don't have our fireplace connected to the Floo network because-Father and I haven't been here since... Mother died."

It makes you look at the dark-haired boy with wide eyes. "We don't have to... We- we can stay anywhere else. I'm sure if- I can ask Sirius nicely to stay with him?" Unknowingly, you've grabbed his wrist to stop him from traversing up the hill along a dirt road.

He smiles at you softly, laying a hand on your cheek and kissing the top of your head. "I've had many happy memories here and I want to make even more with you."

Theo leaves you speechless while you follow after him. Your hand still secured in his, you stumble upon crumbled ruins on the edge of a cliff that drops into the sea. What once was a stately home is now nothing more than outer walls and the foundation of the main building.

You turn towards Theo with raises eyebrows, asking wordlessly if he is sure this is it. He laughs and shakes his head.

"The magic makes it look old and rundown, keeps the Muggles away. But if you tap your wand against this stone like...", Theo fetches his wand from the inside pocket of his coat and taps twice against a non-distinct stone, the crumbling stones transform.

A gasp leaves your lips as a beautiful land house with a sprawling garden is in place of the ruins. Theo smiles as he leads you towards the double doors, your luggage already stacked neatly in the entrance.

The house is dark with wooden flooring and black wallpaper, but it's not creepy or stuffy. It's homey. It feels like home.

Theo leads you through the entirety of the house — the kitchen with the giant cauldron, a cramped dining room with more stuff to look at than eyes, the living room with a large fireplace and comfy chairs and couch where you see yourself spending your time with a good book, and the multi-floor tower that hosts a small library and home office.

"And at last", begins Theo as he swings open a door to a bedroom, "your sleeping quarters, madam." A large bed and a wardrobe fill the majority of the space. Under a wide window is a chaise in the perfect spot in the sun.

"My room is over there." He points to the door directly across from your bedroom.

Something inside of you slightly deflates. You didn't expect anything, but you've hoped to... share a bed with Theo. Why, you don't know. But you just assumed.

"Great", you say with a smile, it not quite reaching your eyes, "I'll unpack and see what we can do about dinner."

And when you've done so, you discover that there is only a loaf of mouldy, sagged-into-a-pile bread. Which isn't that weird as the house has been inhabited for many years. You give Theo a look of disgust and the two of you decide to make the short walk to the town.

It's a fairly sized town, getting most of its money from fishing. It has multiple shops, pubs and a supermarket. There is even a small brasserie going on in the town's square. You excitedly hit Theo's arm and point towards the stalls.

"When we've done our groceries, we'll go", he promises with a smile.

He pushes the shopping cart as he lets you lead around the supermarket. The two of you discuss back and forth about necessities and dinner plans for the foreseeable future and when you have to go back into town to replenish the groceries.

"Most food is probably good for a week- not counting the canned soups and frozen food", you argue, standing on the other end of the cart and holding onto the metal. "And if we do it every week, we can spread out the money better."

Theo purses his lips, scratching his forehead. With a huff, he agrees, "I guess you're right."

You giggle and lean forward. "I'm always right."

The dark-haired boy shakes his head with a shake of his head and the two of you resume your way through the supermarket. He watches as you smile and make small talk with the cashier, something about staying just outside the village for the summer.

"I wonder sometimes why you weren't placed in Hufflepuff", says Theo as you and he walk over the small market in the town's square. He insists on carrying the grocery bag but he sort of regrets it as the weight of it starts to hurt his fingers.

"Because I'm the heir of Slytherin. My great grandfather many times removed ghost would personally strangle the Sorting Hat if that did happen." You casually wave the thought away as you browse over the contents of a stall.

"But you're so... nice."

That makes you laugh. "Slytherin's are nice."

Theo turns towards you, his eyes sad. "You're nice. The lot of us are just a bunch of twats. You've got every reason to be the most awful of them all. But, here you are, the embodiment of a good person."

His words make heat creep up your neck and your cheeks burn bright. You meet his eyes and you look away quickly.

"You're not so bad yourself."

You bury your toes in the sand as you sit on the small privet beach. The air smells deliciously like salt and the sun dances on your shoulders. Theo is diving around, his feed peeking out from the water. When he comes up again he holds up a big rock proudly.

"That's a very pretty rock, Theo!", you call out with a teasing smile on your face.

He flips his hair out of his face as he walks towards you. "Are you patronizing me?", he asks in faux hurt.

You sit up straighter and hold up a hand to shield your eyes from the sun, looking up a Theo. "What? No! It is a really pretty rock!"

You laugh as he drops the rock — next to the others he has fished out of the sea — and leans over you to shake the water out of his hair. You squeal and hold up both hands to protect yourself from the cold seawater.

Theo grabs your middle and pulls you off the towel, towards the sea. You squirm in his hold, crying out in laughter as his cold chest presses against your back. The two of you laugh and scream as he chases you around.

He manages to catch you when you fall on the ground, Theo on top of you. Your chests heave as the both of you smile and giggle. He reaches out a hand to brush against your cheek, cupping it.

Everything slows down as he lowers his head, his eyes fluttering close. Your hands rest on his shoulders. You blink slowly and just as you want to press your lips against his, a figure appears in the corner of your eye.

You turn your head to the side and your eyes grow wide. "Aunt Cissy?"

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endlessdaydream · 2 months

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I get it, live actions aren’t for everybody and that’s totally fine. Not everyone’s gonna like it. But to shit on the stupidest things, or draw the dumbest conclusions??? Blocked. Y’all look dense as fuck. Views will be mixed as they always are, quit clogging up the tags with your negativity and find some chill 😂 The originals are still there to watch or read and enjoy…so go do that…it’s literally on the same app 👏🏻 I’m trying to be understanding I am, but some of y’all are so damn hung up you’re letting it completely destroy something you’d otherwise enjoy

Anyways!! Here’s some of the stuff I loved from the atla live action!

•cinematography, soundtrack, costumes - all on point

•getting to see the airbenders flourishing!!! Also the dude who played Gyatso?! Didn’t think I could love him more!! Even though it was painful as FUCKKKK getting to see the first invasion of the fire benders was an epic masterpiece

•speaking of, the first scene?? With the earthbender soldiers in the fire nation?? Iconic

•Omashu: unpop opinion I’m sure (bc y’all hate change but simultaneously hate when it’s carbon copy????????🤦🏼‍♀️) I loved how they incorporated like 3 or 4 episodes into one, and they flowed really well together. Jet is FOINEEE. Mechanist was perfect & his son is a freaking badass, amazing casting! Even though it was change, the secret tunnel scenes were still really freaking cool and the badgermoles were SICK AS FUCK. Also I love that Bumi was still cooky but not just randomly cooky? Like mans was run down from being king basically the entire war…which FAIR. And it made sense that he was peeved with Aang BECAUSE they were such good friends. Like the other avatars being mad at him? Yea that’s whatever. But for Bumi it was kinda personal. Also CABBAGE MAN WE MISSED YOU 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻 Oh! And the way they mentioned other episodes like they were lore when Zuko was trying to find Aang? That was an amazing way to tie back to the OG series

•I love how they incorporated the blue spirit, Koh, the fog of lost souls & parts of the ep where sokka and Katara got sick & Aang had to get them frogs - just reimagined it. Oh also Hei Bai! Yea, I loved that whole episode. Koh & Hei Bai were SCARY as fuck, it was awesome!!

•HAHN MY BELOVED…I ADORE YOU! Favorite character that they added/changed. Katara getting the other women involved in the battle?! Tui & La? The oasis?! 😭😭 stunning!!!! I also LOVEDDDDD Aangs avatar spirit that he turned into, literally perfect! And I loved the change that he gave himself over to the spirits wrath..fucking SICK. Also right before aang turned into the spirit/whatever that’s called, I was praying they’d do the line and thEY DIDDDD!!!

•Fire lord Ozai?? 😳😚 nothing needed to be said - perfection

•Kyoshi?! The Kyoshi warriors?! SUKI?! - speechless

•I like that they’re making more of a point to show how smart Sokka is! Mechanist calling him an engineer…I hope they play more into that! Ik they did a bit in the show with the subs (cartoon), but still

•”~hE rAn~” seriously my favorite line, I was DYINGGGG!!! The scenes with Zuko and Iroh, Zuko before the war meeting, the leaves from the vine being in the background at the funeral….ARE YOU FUCKING WITH ME?! Zuko’s crew being the crew he SAVED?! And when they find out they all do the fire nation bows to their prINCE?! 😭😭😭😭

I’m being fair y’all - things I don’t love/hope they change:

•this one I’m 50/50 on - I don’t love that they tried to give Kuruk a reason for disappearing. They tried to pull shit from Korra to make him look meaningful & not useless as an avatar and it didn’t hit for me

•some of the wigs: obviously we won’t see Yue again, but I wanted her hair to be white. I didn’t love the wig but it wouldn’t have been as bad for me if it wasn’t so grey. Also do NOT love Azula, Tylee or Mai’s hair. Ik they look just like the show but whether that’s wigs or their actual hair (I’m clueless) it needs some serious improvement. Azula’s looks great down, I just don’t like how big the side pieces are that frame her face when it’s up.

•Katara, my love, I am PRAYING part of your development is also going to be her becoming more outspoken and badass, bc this season we saw the tiniest of glimpses of it, not a fan (unless it’s a part of her development…she did grow up in a tiny ass tribe so I’m giving them the benefit of the doubt)

• IK they’re going with a much more serious Aang, but pleaseeeee give us some actual moments of him being a kid. We saw that like twice 😭

•Dante is the PERFECT ZUKO, I will hear NO slander. However, I need him to be more of a dick. I’m hoping we’ll get that when he gets super desolate when they’re on the run & then we have Zuko alone & he has his inner battle. I need snarky dickhead Zuko, so you can truly see the big differences between what he’s fighting (himself vs. who his dad wants him to be)

Have fun kids!

In case I haven’t made it clear, idgaf if you disagree. I go so hard for these live actions because it’s fun! It’s just supposed to be fun and different and new. If you get so serious about it you’re ALWAYS going to be disappointed, there’s no way around it bc nothing is ever going to be as good as the original book, the original show, the original tale. OG atla is ALWAYS gonna be the winner, nothing will compare! So sit back ~relax~ and find some joy in the little things

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