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rose-colored-lottie · 9 months
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i’m haunted by the fact that courtney eaton has made enough original music and beautiful enough music for the yellowjackets cast to compliment her about it in interviews and demand she release it just for her to… not do that
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takiki16 · 4 months
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A Fine Chain
UPDATE: Chapter 10/?
Fandom: Jupiter Ascending
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Beta: @gallifreyburning
Relationships: Jupiter Jones/Caine Wise
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Light Dom/sub, Power Imbalance, Royalty, Slavery, Collars, Leashes, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Don’t copy to another site, Dark
Summary: Caine Wise, disgraced ex-Skyjacker and convicted criminal, is suddenly inducted into the service of the enigmatic Queen Nea-Seraphi, mysterious new Recurrence and puzzle to the Entitled social circle. While figuring out the boundaries of his new station, worrying about his old commander, and nursing old wounds from his court martial, Caine finds himself slowly being drawn into the confidence of his royal employer. What could Her Majesty possibly want with a defective splice?
In which the wider world of the gyre reaches out to the queen's alcazar on Nepenthe. Caine meets the team, has a question, and experiences a restoration.
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booksteaandtoomuchtv · 7 months
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might i perhaps get #3 for captainswan? 🍂
Snuggle Weather
AO3
Summary: A ficlet about rain, tea, and cooler weather.
This prompt is from the Fall Drabble Prompts List.
Tagging others who might enjoy: @anmylica @deckerstarblanche, @elfiola, @goforlaunchcee, @jrob64, @kmomof4, @pirateswhore, @stahlop, @teamhook, @tiganasummertree, @undercaffinatednightmare, @xarandomdreamx, @zaharadessert
Emma could smell the cold in the air flowing through the open windows. An odd quirk she developed after she’d almost frozen to death all those years ago. She smiled as she thought about how far Elsa and her friendship had come since that unfortunate day. This year had passed far too quickly, and they hadn’t gotten to see much of one another. But the cooler air meant it was closer to the one visit that Elsa would never miss - Christmas Eve. They would get together to catch up over rich hot chocolate and the sugar cookies Killian insisted on baking each year. Before she left for Christmas at Anna’s, Elsa would leave the residents of Storybrooke a peaceful blanket of snow to greet them the next morning. 
Emma breathed in deeply, filling her lungs with crisp air, even as the warmth of the cosy nights in her future spread through her. 
Strong arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her into a form she knew as well as her own. She melted into the embrace, allowing the comfort he was offering to quiet her. He placed a quick kiss on her temple when she laid her head heavily on his shoulder. 
“Hi there.” Her voice was hardly more than a sigh released as his presence soothed her.
“Hey, love.” Killian’s murmured response rumbled through him - a light vibration against her back. He held her close and absent-mindedly swayed to the low tune he hummed. She closed her eyes and let the moment wrap around them. The cooler weather had a way of turning her fierce pirate into something soft and warm. The human equivalent of a weighted blanket. 
His words from their first winter came back to her: Neverland didn’t have autumn or winter. The cold reminds me. I am free. This is real. Not the dreams that haunt me and drag me into the past. This. 
You.
She’d kissed him, then. She had been unable to find words that could tell him that she understood. And, he’d held her close soaking in the acceptance and relief that she offered him. 
An odd chime went off, shattering the moment around them. Killian stopped his swaying, reached into his pocket, and shut off an alarm on his phone. “Tea’s done,” he explained. 
Emma let out a mostly playful groan as he carefully pulled away from her to tend to the tea. She followed him to the kitchen, where the smell of cinnamon and clove warmed her even further. “Hmmm, that smells heavenly.” 
“Something warm for the cold, rainy night ahead.” He removed the tea bag from her cup and poured a splash of milk into it before handing it to her. 
“The weatherman just said it wouldn’t rain for a week,” she informed him with all the innocence she could muster. And she smiled into the steam rising from her cup as he told her exactly what he thought of the trickster who spouted such obvious lies about the weather every day. His accent grew thicker as he informed her of all the ways he knew with absolute certainty it was going to rain. She bit her lips closed, capturing her smile, but her eyes were dancing with humour when he finally looked up at her. 
“Oh,” he stopped mid-sentence. “Funny, Swan.”
“Swan, is it?” Emma smiled wickedly at him. 
“It is poor form, Swan, teasing a sailor about his knowledge of the weather.” 
“I would never!” 
He raised his eyebrow in response.
When she didn’t offer an apology or any additional response, he sighed wearily and shook his head. “To think, I had just made you tea.”
“Really good tea,” she answered and took a sip from the mug warming her hands. She leaned against him, her shoulder pressing into his chest, and smiled at how easily she’d gotten him that time. He ran his left arm up and down her back in a gentle motion and sipped from his own mug. 
“I love you.” He offered the words up to her simply, a statement of fact. As though that silly exchange confirmed that truth for him again somehow. Emma looked up at him, trying to read in his impossibly blue eyes what he was thinking, trying to determine just how she’d captured and kept his wonderful heart hers for so long. 
“I know,” she said because, despite the improbability of it all, she did know it. “I love you, too,” she continued, but her words were drowned out by the sound of heavy raindrops that were now pouring down outside. 
“Emma, the windows!” He yelled over the noise filling the kitchen. He turned to close the one behind him, over the sink, and cold droplets hit her face, stirring her into action. She rushed to the other windows, cold water pelting her before she could close them. 
They fell into a panting heap onto the couch before the crackling fire once they got every window closed. 
“You were right.”
“I usually am.” He answered, raising his left up to offer her his side. 
Rolling her eyes at him, she curled into the proffered side. He rested his arm on her and idly smoothed her hair with his right hand. Warmed by the fire and his embrace, Emma drifted to sleep. 
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@kazoosandfannypacks - I really, really hope you like it. I am not sure it is very autumn - it kind of got away from me... Anyway, I hope you it makes you smile.
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nie-narzekam · 10 months
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The wonderful prompts from @mercelotweek resulted in seven fics from yours truly:
1. “There’s a Mystery at Large (and the Story Should Be Beautiful)”
The scene he had just witnessed made Gwaine happy for his friends, but he would have preferred it if snogging was the only reason for Merlin and Lancelot sneaking off together.
2. “The Light upon My Map Comes from the Very Sun”
‘I just think that this is bigger than us,’ Lancelot said quietly. ‘It’s not about doing them a favour; it’s about protecting Camelot. And isn’t that more important than anything?’
3. “Hold Me Close, Sway Me More”
‘Happy 1555th, Merlin.’
‘You’ve made it so. And we still have…’ he squinted at the clock, ‘3 hours and 17 minutes. Any ideas?’
4. “When They Open Their Eyes and Realise”
‘That one,’ the imp pointed to the knight, ‘walked through the Veil for that one,’ he nodded at Emrys, ‘but because they had unfinished business, the universe went out of balance.’
5. “When No One Else Can Understand Me”
I’m never just Merlin. I’m not hiding who I am anymore, and yet still no one sees me. Not like you did.
6. “And It’s Me You Need to Show How Deep Is Your Love”
‘What?’ Lancelot stopped and craned his neck to frown at him. ‘How is carrying you on my back making an entrance?’
‘Well, maybe it wouldn’t be if you were wearing a shirt.’
7. “I Could Stay Awake Just to Hear You Breathing”
He was convinced they were indeed safe for the night and knew that he should take the opportunity to rest, but he couldn’t, not while Merlin was still teetering on the brink between life and death.
Handy link to the whole series: I Believe in a Thing Called Love (Mercelot Week 2023)
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thatcharmingjerk · 2 months
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Started (finally) reading Wolfsong and...... I really hope the writing gets smoother along the way....
The sentences. Are so short. All the time. Everything it's own tiny sentence. And the writer clearly has decent idea of all the characters but they don't use all the chances to tell about them. Like they just told their names and expected everyone got them like instead of writing "older man spoke with confidence" etc its just "another english name said" all. the. time. Like come onnn!!?! I have no idea what everyone is like!!!! Or who is who!!!! There's buncha brothers but also apparently one of them is an uncle??? Like!!!!!
Oh and the obviousness of it all!!!! Hmm claw marks on a tree that match a hand perfectly!! No visitors allowed full moons time!!! Like hello????? Have you not heard of building some suspense????? Being subtle!!!!! We're not even 50 pages in!!!!!!!!
Like I said, I really hope the writing gets smoother later on...........
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wuntrum · 1 year
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entering a fight club moment im afraid...in a cool way though, i promise
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jasdiary · 1 year
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Pressured princess Juvia for the Royal au! 🙂🙂🙂
[Thank you to @rosietrace for giving me the idea of Juvia’s curse!!]
Anddd tagging the other besties in this au ofc: @authoruio (who owns Mitch 💓), @starry-night-rose , @fumikomiyasaki @nem0-nee (who owns Mayuu💘) and @sakuramidnight15 )
Juvia’s the heir to the family throne, slowly being crushed by the weight of all the expectations that have been placed on her by her family (namely her mother). She was one of the few people within the Kingdom to be cursed by an unknown entity : All her dreams may never come true. Every night when she goes to sleep, she has the sweetest of dreams. A free life to do whatever she wishes, her mother supporting her, and her fiancé being right by her side…but it was all just a dream…Right?
Finally fed up with the treatment she receives, Juvia racks up the courage to run away from everything. But…she doesn’t know where she’s going. The only place she’s memorized how to get to just so happens to be her arranged fiancé’s castle.
She makes her way there, not knowing she’s being followed. Her personal knight Deuce Spade, assigned to keep and eye on her, continues with his duty to protect her and stays ten steps behind Juvia throughout her journey. As much as it pains him to see Juvia with her fiancé, He knows he never stood a chance. Only In his dreams.
Once Juvia’s finally made it to his castle, she manages to sneak behind towards the fountain hidden in the flower garden surrounded by deep red roses and sunny marigolds. Their favorite flowers. And his favorite place to be at night. She calls out his name, not loudly as to not disturb anyone who could possibly be around, but loud enough for him to snap his head back at the familiar voice he’s grown to love.
“I need you to help me, Mitch. This is the one thing I ask of you so please..”
The desperation in Juvia’s voice made his heart strain. Mitch didn’t even know he could still feel such things. There was only one thing on his mind after that moment : Bring Juvia the happiness she deserves.
From then on, Mitch guided Juvia away from all the things that hurt her, her soft shaky hand in his rough calloused one. The hand Deuce’s gloved hand has only held from helping her down the stairs.
On their way to who knows where, the Royals (and hidden knight) stumble upon an old, mossy tower. Originally intending to just walk on by, they hear questionable noises from said tower. A crash, a groan, and a swear. Well….curiosity killed that cat. Naturally, they went up into the tower. Mitch’s hold on Juvia was tight with the creaky steps and falling rubble. Once they reached the top, it truly was a sight to behold.
Books scattered, pages with near ineligible writing and drawings and a couple spilt potions had covered the floor of the towers only room. And stood in the corner was someone with their back turned, talking to themselves and searching for something.
“Uhm…Excuse me!”
The hooded figure jumped and screeched in shock at a voice other than their own. They took their hood off to reveal a young woman with glasses, blue hair and heavy dark circles. After the initial shock, the woman introduced herself as Mayuu, a wizard who resides in this tower with the intent to guide those who come across. It was almost ironic the two Royals decided to feed their curiosity and venture inside.
“What can I do? Will I ever find the freedom and happiness I’ve longed for?”
Juvia explained her curse to the wizard Mayuu, doing her best to not shed a tear. She was always the emotional type. Mayuu couldn’t help but feel an intense wave of nostalgia course through her body. She’s dealt with this situation before. Very recently.
“Go against your curse. Set your happiness in stone and you’ll be the victor. What do you really want to do?”
What do I really want to do? It was a rather vague question but it gave Juvia the push she needed. She knew exactly what she wanted. She wanted to be with someone. Someone who loves her, who cares for her, is willing to protect her and support her throughout all the rough times. But that arose yet another problem….There were two people who fit that description. Juvia loved Mitch, she really did. But she made up her mind the moment she met him. Her knight Deuce Spade was the one.
Mitch could see it in her eyes and facial expression, the way her breathing started to pick up. He wanted to be the one, but that would defeat the purpose of his goal. He wants Juvia wants to be happy, and her happiness is with her Knight. Walking down and out of the tower after giving the wizard Mayuu an extremely generous payment, It was silent. The two of them just stood there facing one another, eyes however staring at the ground which seemed more important. Mitch was the one to break the silence, how unusual of him… He took Juvia’s hand once more for the last time, bowed, and placed a gentle fluttering kiss upon her hand.
“I hope you find your happiness, even without me.”
And with that he looks behind Juvia, signaling towards the Knight that he can stop hiding. She whips her head around, in utter shock at the sight of Deuce. Slowly, the princess and the knight walked towards each other, as if scared the other would disappear. Once they stood merely a few centimeters apart, a wave of light surrounded them. Blue butterflies with golden specks flew freely in the area. The curse was lifted, Juvia knew. She finally found her happiness.
Mitch, used to this feeling of emptiness, simply turned around with the slightest smile on his face and made his way back home.
His mission was completed.
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liebelesbe · 6 months
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Soll ich mich zum Klassensprecher wählen lassen? 🤔
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dyingbowlofpetunias · 8 months
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Der Moment wo man vergisst dass die eigene Oma aus einer Generation kommt wo es als komplett inakzeptabel angesehen wurde wenn man auch nur eine Minute mehr investet war in Fiction als in sein eigenes miserabeles Leben... Und ihr über seinen Blorbo erzählt... (Weil bro über was soll sich sonst mit meiner Oma reden als Boomer Krimis) ... Und sie immediately und eigentlich gar nicht überraschend den guten alten "Anstatt an deinen Kommissar zu denken such dir lieber einen echten Mann!" raushaut. :)
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deardoomedworld · 4 months
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I apologise in advance for the tonal whiplash of this trainwreck. But I won't apologise for anything else.
Yeah it's a Jesper playlist. Take it.
(Preview of lyrics under the read more.)
I never knew they threw in complimentary cockiness with the purchase of a shoe // I think I should know how to make love to something innocent without leaving my fingerprints out // For the record, I'm fine with what's left of what's mine (I almost took you by mistake for someone else) // We have childhood trauma just like you (cuz' fit hot guys have problems too) // Spending every night on empty beaches with the same four kids (you'll never sleep with) // Take my tea with formaldehyde for my feminine side // And smiling pretty, well pretty will shallow you forever // I was trying to be a better person but I'm weak // Can't find coke so I snort Ibuprofen // When I forget you, I'm all alone without a place to go // I don't deserve you now that I forgot your face.
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ammaterasu · 6 months
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wowww just finished mask girl finale
this series was so good it completely caught me by surprised how much i would love this show i love every single character the plot the progression the emotions everything about it is so top tier this is a show for the ages
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takiki16 · 3 months
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A Fine Chain
UPDATE: Chapter 12/?
Fandom: Jupiter Ascending
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Beta: @gallifreyburning
Relationships: Jupiter Jones/Caine Wise
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Light Dom/sub, Power Imbalance, Royalty, Slavery, Collars, Leashes, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Don’t copy to another site, Dark
Summary: Caine Wise, disgraced ex-Skyjacker and convicted criminal, is suddenly inducted into the service of the enigmatic Queen Nea-Seraphi, mysterious new Recurrence and puzzle to the Entitled social circle. While figuring out the boundaries of his new station, worrying about his old commander, and nursing old wounds from his court martial, Caine finds himself slowly being drawn into the confidence of his royal employer. What could Her Majesty possibly want with a defective splice?
In which Caine attends a party, the queen gets a kiss, and there are musings on the line of succession - not necessarily in that order.
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crowshoots · 11 months
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i cant quite explain it and this is such a trivial headcanon but the way they use ja in soc seems like ja is an older kerch word that's lost its meaning (because otherwise it wouldn't be italicized and othered, because majority of the characters are speaking the kerch that we read as english) and while jesper doesn't do that, he mimics the habit by adding 'yeah?' to the end of sentences
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widevibratobitch · 6 months
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noooo don't write the most gently heartbreakingly bittersweet song that makes me weep for the immense homesickness pooling in my heart even though i literally live and have always lived in free Poland you're so sexy aha
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bobfloydsbabe · 2 years
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Holy shit, this Hangman smut is just getting filthier by the paragraph.
I guess I can throw my self-proclaimed Queen of Fluff title out the window because there’s sure as hell nothing fluffy about this.
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silvercrane14 · 1 year
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💥💥💥💥💥
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💥💥😎💥💥 < cool guy in front of explosion
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Woag. Why am I in an action movie
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