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12345 Tag Game

Rules: Give us the links to your fic with the most hits, second most kudos, third most comments, fourth most bookmarks, fifth most words, and fic with the least words (feel free to interpret however you would like; if not on AO3, can be on Tumblr or FFNET, etc)!

I was tagged by @samsalami66, thank you dear ^^

I realised while doing this post that almost all entries were going to be filled by one single fic, so I decided to only put it on its highest stat and skip to the one right after it for the others. Also, for obvious reasons, I haven't included the drawings I posted on AO3, even if they have a bit of text (but I wouldn't call them fics still).

Most Hits (with no surprise, this fic is literally first in every single stat) : Our Hopes and Expectations (Dreamling, 37k, WIP)

It’s only when Hob saves Dream from Burgess that the extent of the after-effects of more than a century of imprisonment really shows on the Endless. Morpheus has no choice but to go to the immortal for help. This will bring them closer to one another than they ever thought they could be, a new proximity that will change their fate in more ways than one.

Second Most Kudos : A Simple Little Draught (Johnlock, 3.5k)

Nobody could have known the Boggart was going to take this form.

This fic should also be the 3rd most comments, 4th most bookmarks and 5th most words entries, but as I said I skipped it for the next entries.

Third Most Comments : Let's erase the old tales and write our own happy end (Dreamling, 4k)

A story about healing, learning to trust again and finding a new home.

Fourth Most Bookmarks : The Ghost (Johnlock, 1k)

Ghosts are real. Sherlock taught him that. And, for once, John would have rather known nothing.

Fifth Most Words : Don't be late (Johnlock, 3.5k)

When John vanishes during a case, Sherlock is destroyed. The unexpected visit of a strange man may make everything right again…

Least Words : Promt 4: Death (Aziracrow, Hastur/Ligur (I don't know if this ship has a name?), 680 words)

Hastur had never hated someone as much as he hated Crowley.

I like this kind of game, because it highlights very clearly that I was an exclusively short stories writer until Hopes and Expectations came along to haunt me x) (don't worry, chapter 15 is on the way, I've just been abduced by another fic idea and I need to get this one out of my system first x) )

Also it's always nice to handwave the fandoms I used to write for, and how much I've improved since those fics ^^

Now, to tag people who weren't tagged by either Belle or Sam already... erm...

Yeah no I'll do the usual if you want to play this is your call x)

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Writing Word Game

I was tagged by my darling @samsalami66 and the word was TALK! I expect most snippets to be from my Dreamling NieR Automata AU, because it has me in a chokehold x)

T - from the Dreamling NieR Au

Three hooded machines entered. "It is awake." "It is, my brothers." "We must take it to the Magus." "To the Magus." "A gift." "Here in the darkness." Dream was seized and pulled on his feet. He saw Jessamy taking out her sub-machine gun just in time to tell her to stop; starting a fight now would be their doom. They had to wait and pray for an opportunity to flee.

A - from the Dreamling NieR Au

"Alert. Multiple pursuers detected," his Pod J3SS-4-MY suddenly announced. "Since when do machines come so high above ground?" the battle unit raged. "No… Sir, this signal… they're YoRHa!" Lucienne despaired in the transmission channel. Dream could only watch in horror as four flying units overtook them, immediately turning around to start blasting at them. "Lucienne, stay behind me and find an escape route," he ordered, aiming at the first infected unit.

L - from the Dreamling NieR Au

"Look dad, there's a bird called like me!" the boy exclaimed, pointing at the book. "I see! And it's pretty just like you too!" Robyn chuckled, making Hob's heard ache with fondness. "Is the mister alright?" the boy asked then, bursting his father's little bubble of joy. Hob sighed. "He'll live. I can't say if he'll be alright, though." Robyn hummed in understanding. "Well, if he isn't we'll help him, so it'll be okay," he said with utter conviction, making his father smile. "You're right, we'll do our best to help him."

K - from the Dreamling NieR Au

"Kneel," the Magus ordered him. "I own you now. Praise my glory!" "Glory to Mankind," Dream spat back defiantly. He would rather die than bow in front of a machine. The machine nodded, and the guards holding the android pushed him down on his knees. He had to swallow back a scream when his bad leg was forced to bend. "You will obey me. I will break you. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but rest assured that I will break you." With a flick of the wrist, the Magus dismissed him, and Dream was hauled out under the jeers and boos of the cultists.

Look who was right x)

Alright, the next word will be CARE, and I'm tagging @emihotaru @mimisempai @tj-dragonblade and @pumpkinkingsalem , without pressure as always ^^

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It just kills me when writers create franchises where like 95% of the speaking roles are male, then get morally offended that all of the popular ships are gay. It’s like, what did they expect?

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“Authors should not be ALLOWED to write about–” you are an anti-intellectual and functionally a conservative

“This book should be taken off of shelves for featuring–” you are an anti-intellectual and functionally a conservative

“Schools shouldn’t teach this book in class because–” you are an anti-intellectual and functionally a conservative

“Nobody actually likes or wants to read classics because they’re–” you are an anti-intellectual and an idiot

“I only read YA fantasy books because every classic novel or work of literary fiction is problematic and features–” you are an anti-intellectual and you are robbing yourself of the full richness of the human experience.

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🐦 HANS REFERENCE SHEET by @serevarin

credit to Armads and other wonderful people from Luke Dale's Discord server & Tumblr who contributed screenshots to our community!

enjoy! :~) i will soon release another version "henry VS hans face comparison"

is it just me or is it EXTREMELY HARD to draw his face?? his face is literally more difficult than Mona Lisa's?? it's so harrrrd to get him just right (but can we all just admit that he's henry's beautiful princess)

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🐶 HENRY REFERENCE SHEET by @serevarin credit to Armads and other wonderful people from Luke Dale's Discord server who contributed screenshots to our community.

soooooo behold, hansry community! reference list for henry's head! enjoy! besides, here's my analysis of henry's facial features. it may be really helpful for artists painting in semi-realism or just wanting to learn his features! i also struggle with learning his facial structure SO YALL ARE NOT ALONE GUYS (i'm bad at creating tutorials lmaooo, hope my writing is readable haha. i'll soon create a similar thing for hans, so stay tuned)

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I live to serve x)

Journal of Sir Hans Capon

Date: The Third Day of Needle Tyranny

Henry is stitching. Again. In our bed. Naked. Naked, save for that cursed hoop and thread.

We made love. Vigorously, I might add. A performance worthy of ballads—mine, of course. But before I could bask in my triumph, he rolled away, pulled out his little kit like an old maid, and began sewing a goose. A bloody goose.

Jikta—may she trip over her own dowry—gifted him the kit. “To use outside of lessons.”

Outside? Outside?! It’s in our bed! I should’ve had her thrown in a convent. Alas, heirs. My cursed lineage must continue so I may one day flee to Rome with Henry, far from thread, hoops, and meddling wives.

He hums as he stitches. It’s maddening. He’s content. I am not.

I’ve bitten my knuckles from frustration. He hasn’t noticed. He’s stitching wheat now. Wheat.

I hate it here.

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I love love LOVE how their colors are intertwined together into the floral motive, like together they are beauty and life this is amazing

express feelings and emotions in the most familiar way

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Steal something from my bedroom

I was tagged by @pumpkinkingsalem, thank you ^^

Tagging feels hard today, so if you haven't been tagged and want to play consider yourself tagged !

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god keep ur fucking kink meme shit out of ao3 tag y'all make this fandom even more insufferable than it already is and thats saying something!!! The kind of shit y'all post require a fucking trigger warning it doesnt belong in a safe space

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Music Tag Game

rules: shuffle your 'on repeat' playlist and post the first 10 songs, then tag 10 friends to do the same

I've been tagged by @pumpkinkingsalem, thank you for the tag ^^

Ezio's family violin cover - Taylor Davis

Cha Cha Cha - Käärijä

Mort aux Cons - Tagada Jones

Que Pasarà - Pantéon Rococò

Revenga - System of a Down

The Side of a Hill - Paul Simon

Country House - Blur

Friends Will be Friends - Queen

Dirt Man - Carter Vail

You'll be back - Hamilton

My playlist has more than a thousand songs in it so it's a bit frustrating to give just the 10 first to come up, some of my absolute favorite artists are missing x) But overall I think it's fairly representative of my taste

I'm tagging (without any pressure of course) @samsalami66 @yamru @the-apocrypha and @dragonnan

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Your are the monarch of a historical/fantasy kingdom, who perished many years ago and your name is only written down in recorded history, know only to future generations.

Out of the 130 options in the picker wheel here (all are gender neutral),

And yes: there is a 'no epithet' option in there.

I got The Oathtaker.

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If you are a British/UK citizen, there is currently a petition running (with only 125 signatures) that ends in June 2025. The petition calls for the government to make it so that you do not need a diagnosis of gender dysphoria to change your gender.

If you are a British/UK citizen, and would like to sign:

https://petition.parliament.uk/petitions/701159

If you're not a British/ UK citizen it'd be much appreciated if you could share this post !! :)

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My Tears in the Dark

T-Rated | Hans Capon/Henry | Hurt/Comfort | Character Study

Summary: Hans is suffocating in the darkness left in the wake of the events at Trosky and there is really only one guy who can keep it at bay.

Hans' POV of Your Tears in the Moonlight

Read below the cut or on ao3!

Hans had not expected that he could ever be so scared of the dark. After all, it was a rather familiar acquaintance to them all, a daily companion. The quiet, at the end of the day. But where Hans had once relished the passing of dusk, the silence overcoming the bustle of life, forced to rest by the disappearance of the sun, the dark only invited fear into his heart tonight.

When he had been down in that damned cell, he had learned how it felt to be completely and utterly helpless. All he had had left between the dirt on the floor and the ringing of the bells had been hope; hope that Henry would find a way to save him from hanging and wouldn’t leave him rotting down there like so many others gladly would. But Henry had promised, in those last moments before they dragged him away, that he would make it right.

And make it right he had.

Heaven, where would Hans be without that reckless blacksmith’s son? Would he be hanging by the neck from a rope in the square, left for the darkness to consume his dead body whole under the watchful gaze of the stars, without someone to even mourn his death? Would he have been given the burial of a criminal, outside of sacred grounds, forever caught in purgatory?

Even if Henry had failed his task to protect him, Hans knew that he would have fought for his eternal peace. He would have mourned. It’s already more than anyone else would have done for the likes of him.

Nobody mourned lords.

People paid their respects as was expected from them, bowed their heads and said their prayers, before going back to their duties. The only thing that they cared about was whether the new fellah was better or worse than the last, if he made their lives easier or not. Other lords cared only about the additional work they would be burdened with. Even his own uncle would care more about losing him as a successor than as a person.

But Henry… he had looked back at Hans in that cell and promised a solution. He had spent hours sneaking through a highly guarded castle, risking a noose around his own neck, just to find and heal the one person that could testify for him.

Henry had given him everything; his loyalty, his devotion, his conscience. Only days before, Hans had said his life had gone to shit ever since Henry of Skalitz entered it. Never had he lied more boldly through his teeth.

Henry was his only friend. His most loyal protector.

And with Henry nearby, there was no fear. No darkness. He kept it at bay, with his steady resolve, his unwavering patience. When Henry had looked at him, back at the gallows while the noose was being wrapped around Hans’ neck, Hans had seen that resolve and patience shatter before his very eyes. That was what had scared him, more than anything. More than the rope, more than the people, more than the executioner himself.

If Henry lost it, the one man who never wavered, who never gave up hope, then the moment for fear had come. Hans didn’t know what he was supposed to do with the knowledge that the first time he had seen Henry break was when he had been about to die. Henry had faced death time and time again, met it head on with a sword and his chin held high, and yet this was what had done him in.

And then he had left.

To sleep, Hans knew, and he did not begrudge Henry the relief of sweet temporary oblivion. Except that right now, Hans himself could not find it for himself. The dark was all-encompassing, and the tears simply wouldn’t stop. His mind was a storm, image after image flashing before his eyes, drawing him further into its middle, and the dark did little to offer him comfort. It allowed for the images to creep out from inside the shadows, every corner of his room holding another horror for Hans’ mind to witness.

Between the memories of the rope around his neck, the noose tightening and the stump shaking in tandem with his legs, he felt the crushing helplessness from within his cell, as he waited and waited and waited for the end, whether that would be death or salvation. He didn’t understand why the feeling was still there, why his breath would only come in short and uneven bursts and his chest felt like it would cave in on itself if given the time.

How could the helplessness still be clawing at his soul as if he were stuck in that cell or standing on that stump at this very moment?

It was over, for Christ’s sake.

And yet sobs shook him, for hours on end. The moon wandered through the sky as if the beam of light that shone through the window of his room was reaching for him, reaching out its silver fingers to offer a measure of comfort. But it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t enough, and perhaps nothing would be ever again. There wasn’t enough air in his lungs to breathe, not enough room in his chest for his heart to beat, not enough fear in his mind to scream, not enough, not enough, not enough-

The door opened. Quietly. Softly.

Hans looked up with a racing heart anyway, because his heart had not stopped racing since the first toll of that fucking bell. But it was only Henry. His Henry. With bags under his eyes and tears on his cheeks and worry in his brow.

Hans wanted to sob anew, because the veil of fear was finally lifted from his shoulders, the crushing weight of helplessness suddenly left his chest. He wanted to stand and bury himself in his friend’s body, his scent, anything that would remind him that he wasn’t alone in the dark. But Henry was quicker. He was sitting on the bed before Hans could even decide that he wanted him close, held him to his chest before Hans knew himself that it was what he craved. How was it that Henry knew him so damn well? And why was it that Henry never hesitated to give Hans exactly what he needed?

“I’ve got you. You’re okay. I promise, I promise, you’re okay.”

Hans believed him. Henry had always had him, and had never gone back on one of his promises. He had promised to make it right, and now Hans was still here. Thanks to him. If Henry promised he would be alright, then he would be. As long as Henry was there, he would be okay.

It was harder to articulate that he wished for Henry to stay than Hans would have liked. But his friend waited. Patient, resolved, unwavering.

“Please- Please stay with me,” Hans had never had such trouble demanding something. He was a lord, he demanded everything from everyone at all times. But not from Henry. Not this. He was pleading, would go on his knees and downright beg, just to have his friend stay with him. “I- I can’t-”

He couldn’t be alone. Not right now, or the darkness might consume him whole.

“Shhhh,” A kiss, soft as a feather, placed absentmindedly in his hair. Hans felt a fresh wave of tears escape him. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m here. Sleep, my Lord.”

He would, now that Henry was there. Now, he was safe. Henry would stave off the dark and the fear and the helplessness, and Hans could rest, hoping for a better day tomorrow.

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I think one of the reasons drag kings aren’t as popular as drag queens, aside from the fact that straight women don’t like us, is that people are uncomfortable acknowledging masculinity as a performance. Like we as a society know that femininity is a performance, with its own costumes and rules. Masculinity is also a performance, and nothing makes that more clear than someone making an exaggeration of it

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Spin this wheel to get a word and this wheel to get an animal. Congrats, this is now your new MGS codename.

Reblog with your codename btw I'm curious-

(I'm Acid Cobra)