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[vhenallins]

try to stay quiet . is the wound deep ? Lucanis for Lilya

Inbox Prompt / Accepting / @taleswritten

"No, it's not." Lilya whispers, violet eyes darting around the area they're in. It's a closed space and the Venatori she failed to kill is lifeless on the floor.

Now as a Watcher she knows fatal wounds. She's had to do autopsies, and ceremonies, with those that have died from a wound like that. But this? The Venatori are trickier these days and she got hit this time. Her magic didn't deflect in the correct moment... and here she is with a dead Venatori that Lucanis had to finish off. Ending with her body against the wall for support.

"But I think it's poisoned, we should finish this quickly and see if Viago can fix me up. Or Emmrich, I'm sure he can heal me." She quickly says but the tremor in her voice gives her fear away. She's a bit more worried about the wound than she lets on. But who wouldn't be in her shoes? Lilya just knows that helping him find Zara is more important right now.

"I can keep going, at least for now. C'mon." She encourages as she notices the hesitation suddenly. Even she wants to turn around but they haven't been this close to Zara in weeks. She can't give it up now, not when she made him a promise.

[irlplasticlamb]

mhysa.

prints + merch + commission info pinned to profile :)

[cappycodeart]

"The dead one! Yeah I haven't thought about her in a long time!"

A little theory I've had about Winter King's original motives based on his heartless comment about Betty and Ice King's original motives for kidnapping princesses in the first place...... clearly she gave off Bad Ex Vibes…

[whatisamildopinion]

sorry but I just KNOW Riz and Penny have the most unhinged text chain known to man happening off screen

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

probably will be FORCED by Pomp And Circumstance to go to the CLOWN HOSPITAL, for a CLOWN INJURY (may or may not be An ALLEGEDLY Fractured Foot...a MOURNFUL MALADY incurred in the most PATHETIC and LAPSIDAISICAL Fashion of TRAGICALLY UNFASHIONABLY Events......

Anyway. Forgot what I was saying. Buy me 1/25th of an x-ray or whatnot I guess

[egophiliac]

Okay so another gavv ask shocking. But.

Do you think lakia thinks shomas gavv is super fucking weird since it's BRIGHT RED and sticking outwards from his stomach like some damn muzzle (also it has a face?!?!)

option #1:

option #2:

[baba-is-blog]

Baba, were you in the ice war on Europa?

WAR IS FOREVER

[prettygirl-gabi]

Through the Lens series Masterlist

Most to all dividers used in this series was made by @bernardsbendystraws

Thank you again!! Rose

Rating: General Audiences (for most chapters but ratings will be updated each chapter also along with warnings being updated as well)

Warning: none^

Paring: !Super Senior Paige Bueckers x !photographer fem reader (reader is intended to black, but anyone can read it)

Fandom: Women's basketball

Tagline: Capturing every moment, even the ones that break us.

Brief Description/Intro:

When Y/N’s professor encourages her to use UConn Women’s Basketball as her muse for her final project, she never expects to find herself drawn to one player in particular—Paige Bueckers. As a junior with a passion for game photography, Y/N captures Paige’s every move, but their connection takes an unexpected turn during a game when Paige’s block shatters Y/N’s favorite camera, dueing her first night with the team. What begins as a series of chance encounters quickly grows into something deeper, despite the looming uncertainty of Paige’s final season as a super senior before heading to the WNBA. Can they navigate the lines between passion, distance, and dreams—or will their connection remain a fleeting glimpse into what could have been?

Moodboard pt.1

Questions?

Official Playlist

Moodboard pt.2

Moodboard pt.3

Moodboard pt.4

Prologue: A Shattered Beginning

Chapter 1: Through the Lens of Dreams

Chapter 2: Caught on Camera

Chapter 3: Focus on Us

Chapter 4: Holding My Breath

Chapter 5: In the Spotlight

Chapter 6: Sidelines and distractions

Chapter 7: Homecoming

Chapter 8: Unspoken but Understood

Chapter 9: Just Us

Chapter 10: Under Pressure

Chapter 11: Silence and Reconciliation

Chapter 12: The Storm We Needed

Chapter 13: Trust The Process

Chapter 14: The Raw Moments

Chapter 15: The Final Cut

Chapter 16: Marking Her Territory

Chapter 17: Court-Side Love and Matching Jerseys

Chapter 18: Family Photo Shoot

Chapter 19: Stormy Nights

Chapter 20: Breaking Points

Chapter 21: Timeout

Chapter 22: Crossing Lines

Chapter 23: In Focus

Chapter 24: On Different Courts

Chapter 25: Birthday Surprise

Chapter 26: Granny’s Slip-Up

Chapter 27: Ghosted and Launched

Chapter 28: Family Ties and Fresh Beginnings

Chapter 29: Ghost Of The Past

Chapter 30: Past Shadows and Present

Chapter 31: Distraction and Comfort

Chapter 32: Crashing Out Respectfully

Chapter 33: Let Me Be There

Chapter 34: A Promise

Chapter 35: All That Mattered

Chapter 36: Homeward Bound

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-Thank You For Reading!🩵🩶

-prettygirl-gabi🎀✨️

[mythboundcal]

When the Ice Answers Yuri on Ice Fanfic by MythboundCal

The music begins. But Yuri doesn’t hear it.

He hears breath. His own—ragged, sharp, then steady. Like wind through glass.

He steps onto the ice like it’s a love letter. As if saying it without words might make it true. That he’s strong. That he’s worthy. That he wants this.

The first glide is everything. It’s not movement. It’s memory.

And just like that— The letter becomes a vow.

He thinks of late nights and early mornings. Of Victor’s hand on his back. Of the sound his blades make when he finally lets go.

The rink becomes a galaxy. The spotlight, his moonlight. And overhead, the flashing of cameras Spirals into stars.

He gives himself to the moment. Every stumble, every sweat-stained failure, Every heartbreak etched into his spine— He offers it all to the ice.

And the ice? The ice answers.

By the final spin, he’s not skating anymore. He’s flying. Not to escape. But to arrive.

When he stops, there’s silence.

And then— Applause.

But none of that matters. Because now he knows:

He was never performing. He was becoming.

[franzkafkagf]

a lament for suns and wolves

[radiance1]

The Ghost Prince does not, under any circumstances, answer a summoning after it was made aware he existed. None know why he doesn't, some are bitter and hateful of it while others are thankful that it's one less bloodthirsty manic to deal with.

The Ghost King meanwhile hasn't been seen in multiple eons, so the magical community who wanted to use his power just, stopped, trying to summon him for a long time.

Most magic users knew that the Ghost Prince never answered a summons, and that the Ghost King just dropped off the radar.

So could you really blame Constantine for not taking it that seriously when some wannabe hotshot cultists try to summon both of them in the middle of a city to wreak havoc?

He'll give them some credit though. Points for doing it in broad daylight and actually being somewhat of a threat with not relying on just summoning the Ghost royalty and figuring out what to do from there.

The area they were in was somewhat destroyed, then the cultists manage to complete the summoning circle to summon both of them and Constantine, well he just light up a smoke.

It isn't going to work anyways so what does it matter?

...

Is that a fucking Ice cream truck he hears? Who the fuck is driving an Ice cream truck while their city is being under attacked with cultists trying to summon eldritch ghost royalty?

He'll give them some points for dedication, though.

Then he looked at the cultists and nearly had a goddamn heart attack to see that the summoning circle is actually fucking lighting up and working.

The Bat is so gonna give him a headache over this.

----

Danny Phantom, crown prince of the Infinite Realms. Does not answer summons.

For one, it is annoying as shit, whenever someone interrupts his day just to ask for infinite power (that he can't give), world domination (that he won't do) or infinite riches (which he also can't do).

It just got annoying being summoned all the time so. One day he just, well, no. And hey, it worked out well enough for him to not continue doing it.

Then he also learned that Pariah Dark is basically the same, after he got out the coffin and stopped trying to take over the world for whatever reason. He was actually a pretty swell guy!

He was just with him too, with him being not so swell at the time for making him go through lessons about Ghost etiquette, rules, stuff that's expected of him as the crown prince.

And don't even get him started on the engagement and marriage proposals.

Overall, he just wanted to find an excuse to leave. Then he felt the familiar suggestive pull of a summoning and, instead of rejection as he usually does in a second. He thought for a bit if he wanted to go with that or crown prince duties.

It was tempting, but dealing with cultists seemed worse than this so he was about to reject.

At least, before he heard an Ice cream truck playing in the background. He doesn't even know how the hell that popped up through the pull but by the gods has it been a while since he's had Ice cream.

So he answers and is gone with a pop.

Pariah Dark just stares for a good second or two, before breathing out and deciding to also answer. Fright Knight is just there, off to side, questioning what he should do now.

Danny wastes no time with the cultists on the other side and in fact, he pushes them out of the way and goes diving for that Ice cream truck he hears. Only to realize he doesn't, have any money on him.

Fuck.

Pariah Dark is less inclined to follow the rules imposed by humans like money, but he does know it can be important. Once in a while. Not that often, but it has its times.

So when he sees his adopted son being sad over being unable to pay for some kind of human delicacy, he digs around in his hair (yes, his hair.) and pulls out some money and puts it on the counter as payment.

The man inside the tiny vehicle had shrieked before getting what they wanted. Which is good. Fear is a good motivator, Pariah thinks.

Unknown to him, it wasn't out of fear (Well, mostly) but because the Ghost King placed down a coin made of pure, solid gold on his counter.

The two then go about their business in the human realm, completely forgetting about the fact that they were summoned here for something.

Constantine is both relieved and about to have an aneurysm at seeing Infinite Realm royalty only answering a summon because of Ice cream.

[vhenallins]

what the hell are you doing ? - rayla @ callum (who probably just had some stupid or insane idea let's be honest)

Inbox Prompt / Accepting / @serabellyms

"I am trying to get the star on top of the tree!"

His voice strains as he struggles. His feet on the stairs railing as he stretches out towards the tree in the corner. The scent of pine and cinnamon fill his nose as he reaches for the top.

Logically, he could use magic for this. But where's the magic in that for the holidays? Besides this is personal now. He has a silent vendetta against this specific tree.

"And no, I don't need help. I've got this," he gives her a goofy grin, yet he almost slips and uses the walls to hold himself up. "See? Easy peasy, it's the tree that's giving me trouble." He huffs and pouts.

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

It was dark winters night . Drake sat up in his mansion thinking of misako . He sighed looking at their high-school pictures. He wished he never cheated. He wipes tears away looking at her old house

Even past that old house, it seems like the home was still up. Even after the harsh argument; it still remains there. Standing tall after the years where Misako was living there before she moved. Her parents were still there but they would still be talkative with the neighbors.

[quiddling]

Maegor in a pin-up pose with his b̶i̶g̶ ̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶h̶a̶i̶r̶y̶ titties out. Asking for a friend

sometimes i look into my ask box and it really leaves me actually speechless

[castieltrash1]

Can I request Jon Snow x Lady!Reader. Arranged marriage that becomes real love?

this is so sweet ty for the req :')

jon snow x afab!reader; arranged marriage, slow burn, vague mentions of sex, mutual pining-ish i think

when you’re finally brought to the godswood, gaze averted and flecks of snow glinting between strands of hair, jon finds himself relieved. he’d known his duties from a young age so when the time to wed arrived -- a wife already chosen on his behalf -- he didn’t fight it. he tried not to imagine your appearance, but it proved difficult, and many late nights at winterfell were spent concocting an image of you in his head. not nearly as beautiful or rich as robb’s future wife, surely, but you’d be worthy of a stark bastard at least… right?

it’s odd. you’re different, but somehow more beautiful. jon can’t really explain it and he doesn’t try, not wanting to offend you. the first night is painfully awkward regardless, and he’s relieved when you both agree to take it slow for now. everything happens eventually, of course, but your patience pays off. jon considers himself lucky -- he could’ve been stuck with anyone for the rest of his life, but he had you; you, with your kind words and pretty face, practically handed to him on a silver platter. he kept waiting for you to act monstrous, assuming your beauty had to be compounded by something, anything, but it’s not. your marriage isn’t perfect, but jon enjoys figuring things out with you by his side. he likes being a united front with someone. he likes the warmth you leave on the other half of the bed, sheets smelling like the oil from your baths. he enjoys keeping you happy, noticeably fulfilled when he’s seen as a good husband and dutiful partner.

the more you go through together, the deeper jon’s feelings grow. he knows it’s happening, despite his initial attempts to ignore it. you have a lifetime together ahead of you - there’s no need for him to rush things. but the affection gnaws at him, and he can’t deny himself any longer. he loves you. by the old gods and the new, he really, truly, loves you. he hadn’t expected it, thinking any romantic dedication to you would take years to build -- if it ever even came to fruition -- but now it’s here and he almost isn’t sure what to do.

it’s been on the tip of his tongue all day. he’d nearly said it in bed the night before, limbs tangled in sheets as he stared down at you, but the words were caught in his throat. now, every time he speaks to you, the declaration begs for release, desperate for you to know the depth of his feelings. three more opportunities arise before midday, but he lasts until after dinner, when he finds you overlooking the courtyard below and feels his heart skip a beat. you turn to face him and, somehow, his gentle expression tells you everything.

“i love you.”

+ after he says it for the first time, it takes him a while to work up the courage again, even if you happily return the sentiment. it felt like a reward and he doesn’t want to spoil it. the words aren’t careless to him and he wants them to mean something, not be taken for granted. soon enough, you’ll hear it five times a day, gruffly murmured in every free moment alone. and, despite its newfound frequency, it only seems to be more genuine each time.

game of thrones weekend (reqs open!)

[therogueflame]

I have a silly request for whoever targaryen you feel like writing! it can even be a small drabble, of targ trying to ignore their feelings for servant reader and one day they go to pass message to them while they're on the dragonpit and their dragon is very aware of their feelings and kinda just wants affection from reader and are very instent on it? sorry for bad english or bad explanation!

hi anon i am fighting my sleep meds writing this so pls excuse me and my silliness

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Summary: You climbed into the dragonmont by yourself. What greets you surprises everyone.

Warnings: None, pure fluff really.

Jacaerys Velaryon x Servant!Reader

You should not be here. The heat clings to your skin, rising from the black stone in shimmering waves, the wind carrying the sharp scent of ash and something older, deeper. The Dragonmont is no place for servants, and certainly not when a dragon is being readied for flight. But the message in your hand is marked urgent, and you were told to deliver it to Prince Jacaerys directly, and to no one else.

You spot him ahead, standing just beyond the mouth of the cavern with his gloves tucked beneath one arm and a strap of Vermax’s saddle in his hand. His curls are windswept and damp from the climb, his expression focused until he hears your steps. He turns quickly, brow furrowing.

“My prince,” you say, keeping your tone steady despite the steep path behind you. “Forgive the interruption. The maester said it could not wait.”

He looks surprised to see you, not displeased, only puzzled. “You climbed all this way alone?”

“I was told to place it in your hands.” You step forward and offer the folded parchment.

Before he can take it, Vermax lifts his head. The dragon rises slowly, eyes locked on you. For a moment, he only watches. Then he begins to move.

You stay where you are, though every part of you tells you to step back. The dragon’s breath fogs in the air between you. He approaches with purpose and a kind of confidence that leaves no room for questioning. Jacaerys does not speak. He watches as Vermax reaches you, presses his snout against your shoulder, then nudges again, more firmly this time.

Your hand lifts without thinking. Fingertips brush warm scale. Vermax exhales, heavy and content.

Behind him, the prince’s voice is quiet. “I have never seen him do that.”

You do not move your hand. “He seems friendly.”

“He usually is not.”

The dragon leans into your touch again, a low, pleased sound rumbling deep in his chest.

“I came only to deliver a message,” you say, voice low now, careful not to disturb whatever this is.

“And you’ve been adopted,” Jacaerys replies, stepping forward at last. He takes the parchment from your hand, though his gaze remains on the dragon, who now shifts behind you, curling until the heat of his body rests just near your side. “He doesn’t act like this with others.”

“Not even with you, my prince?”

“On good days.” His lips twitch slightly, not quite a smile, but close. “And never like this.”

You glance down as Vermax’s tail coils lazily across the stone, brushing just past your boot. “He must be in a rare mood.”

“Perhaps,” is all the prince says.

You scratch gently beneath Vermax’s jaw and feel the dragon press into it, fully content. The parchment remains unopened in the prince’s hand. The wind shifts again, carrying the smell of salt and smoke from the cliffs below.

“He likes you,” Jacaerys says after a moment, almost to himself.

“I noticed.”

“He will be impossible after this.”

“I am flattered.”

“You should be,” he says, glancing at you sidelong. “He only likes me most of the time.”

You do not answer that. You look at the dragon instead, then at the sky. The saddle is ready. The air is still. But Jacaerys does not move to mount, and Vermax does not make space for you to go.

The prince glances down at the letter in his hand, then folds it once more without opening it.

“Who can know the heart of a dragon,” he says, more gently this time.

You keep your hand resting against Vermax’s warm, living skin. You do not speak. Neither does he.

The message has been delivered. The prince remains on the ground. And the dragon, pleased with himself, settles in for a stay.