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[aviiatrix]

// I thought it was high time I threw a fresh one of these out! Give this a like and I’ll come raid your memes and throw you some asks. If you’re a multimuse please specify which characters or which verse you want them for or else I’ll pretty much be playing muse roulette. (Which is fine of course, but in case you’re in a specific mood for characters or a verse that’ll help me know who to throw her at!)

[withanironwill]

[THE LOVERS] - What do they consider to be the "perfect partner", be it romantic, platonic, alterous, etc.? Is there someone like that in their life?

What with the safety of England in her hands, and her focus predominantly being on eradicating vampires, Integra hasn't let the idea of a "perfect partner" truly ruminate. Though, it would suffice to say that such a being would be one who understands the work and the risks, and dedication that come with it. They must be strong-willed, understanding, patient, and ambitious. Signs of shyness or a fragile display would not keep her attention. She can be cold and domineering, so they would need to be able to stand their ground and demand respect in a similar way to her own.

Depending on the timeline and verse, there are possibilities and the presence of all of those relationships. If we follow the primary canon timeline, I personally see a very close platonic/familial bond with Walter, a potentially alterous albeit complicated due to dynamics one with Alucard, and similarly a platonic one with Seras. I would also like to point out a somewhat familial inclination between Sir Penwood and Integra given their interactions during her childhood and later on in her adult years.

[rxwords]

@kingsmanne​ sent a missive : TRAIL : for one muse to notice the other has been following them. (for lancelot)

❛ meme ⋆ yvain status ┆ accepting !

a comprehensive list of scenarios

       ALTHOUGH LANCELOT PRIDED HIMSELF on his swordsmanship skills , knowing he could hold his own & even win against most opponents , he never claimed to have mastered the art of stealth. even though his footwork was exemplary & he was light of foot , that was solely attached to his sword work rather than spying or trailing a mark. if this had been in a town or even in a castle , he may have been able to follow indefinitely undetected. coasting beneath the ambient sounds of a bustling village or natural business of a castle , but here about the woods. nay , he could not last.

       EVERY TWIG , NEEDLE , & BUSH , either creaked beneath his boots or rustled as he passed it by. his chainmail clinking softly with his swift movements , having no issue in keeping up with the other , but in remaining quiet enough whilst traversing the dense foliage of the forest to ensure he wasn't found out. however , the environment seemed to be dead set against him succeeding in his goal , ensuring every loose rock , brittle stick , & low hanging branch was directly in his path.

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       YET IN CATCHING A backwards glance from the one he followed , he knew his shallow well of luck had finally run dry. with a soft rumble at the back of his throat as he cleared in , a tad sheepish over being caught yet not regretful , lancelot stepped fully away from where he had tried to remain hidden. awaiting the reaction of the other prior to speaking or acting himself.

[think-like-a-poet]

Can you write something about Lewis not finding his dog and he saw Y/n with him in the park, you can write smthg about it and what comes after

wc: 513

Lost and Found ♘ Lewis Hamilton

Lewis was lightly panicking as he looked around the park. He had let Roscoe run around for a bit. He knew that his dog wouldn't go far away from him and he always made sure he had the dog in his eye sight. Except for today.

Lewis had turned around once at the sound of someone falling off his bike and he looked to make sure he was okay. When he turned back, the dog had escaped his eyesight. Everywhere he looked he couldn't find him, even when calling his name.

"Roscoe, come here boy." He yelled as he clapped his hand on his legs. People around him gave him weird looks, but that didn't matter. All he needed was to find his dog.

Lewis ran around a bit more, trying to spot a lead where the dog could have wandered off. Could he call 911 for a missing dog?

His head shot up by the sound of a voice speaking. "Lets find your owner, sweetie." He turned to see a woman knelt down beside his dog, who was wagging its tail excitedly as it sniffed at her own dog.

Lewis walked towards you, roscoe, and the dog's tails started to move by the sight of his owner. "Is this your dog?" you asked as you looked at the man. You couldn't help the blush that formed on your face when you saw him. He was very handsome.

"Hello, boy, I looked for you. You can't just walk away." Lewis put the leash back on and gave the dog a pet on his head. As he stood up his eyes locked with yours. "Hi, sorry. Thank you for finding him." he said gratefully, trying to sound calm despite his racing heart.

"No problem. It is more like he found me. Probably wanted to play with Nalia." You pointed to your own dog, a Bernese mountain puppy.

Lewis laughs as he sees the two dogs play, but the leashes make it difficult for them and they are soon wrapped in the leash. "They like each other."

"Maybe we could arrange a play date for them. If you are okay with that."

"I am sure he would like that." Lewis answers with a smile on his face. He couldn't help but sneak glances at you throughout the conversation. "My name is Lewis, by the way and this boy is called Roscoe."

The woman smiled and introduced herself, "Nice meeting you Lewis. I am Y/N, and this sweetheart is Nalia."

"Can I have your number?" Lewis asked, already looking for his phone. "For the play date for the dogs of course." he quickly added.

You smiled at his attics as you grabbed his phone to put your number in it. " Here, you can text me and I will have your number too."

Lewis thank you and you both said your goodbyes.

"I wouldn't mind if you called to plan a date for us," you smirked as you saw him turn around quickly. You just smiled and waved at him as you walked further with Nalia.

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Tag list: @hiireadstuff @nikfigueiredo @elliott-calls @g-l-o-b-e-w-h-o-r-e

[ayeohtee]

Psycho!Armin x Reader

based on the Veronica tiktok trend

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Your eyes only blurred the more your tears streamed down your cheeks. You hadn’t felt a fear like this in years, and you wouldn’t wish it upon anyone. Whatever tears left your eyes, there was always more to replace them.

You were sitting on the ground of your apartment, back against the locked front door of your little home. Knees pulled up against your chest, arms wrapped around them and your phone gripped tightly in your trembling hand.

It was dark. The lights of the apartment weren’t on, your curtains closed eliminating the threat of street lights shining through your windows. You gazed around the dark apartment, the silhouettes of furniture barely visible, a small red dot showing the TV’s being off. Your microwave stared at you from across the room, the time big and bold in glowing green numbers.

11:24

It was silent, not one horn of a car echoing through the street, no one walking through the apartment buildings corridors; you hadn’t expected less. Your floor had decided to throw a party somewhere in town, the offer you regretfully declined as your mind ran rampant.

Your phone went off, the sound making you flinch and only sob a little louder, soon muffled by your hand as your shaking hand brought it up to your face. The lock screen stared at you, the picture of you and your sister standing in a club with your arms over each other’s shoulders. Both of your faces were graced with large toothy smiles, your free hands occupied with bottles of beer. But your eyes were drawn to the message that had set off the notification in the first place.

Unknown

i miss you so much. have the door unlocked for me, i’m not far away x

Your heart dropped, panic settling deep in your bones. You wipe away the tears that only wet your face more, letting a choked sob erupt from your throat. The next few minutes went on for what felt like eternity, you didn’t dare move from your spot on the floor.

The silence was suffocating. Your throat was closing up out of pure fear, your mind only hoping it was some type of sick joke until the sound of the elevator down the hall sung out a soft hum.

You tried being optimistic, trying to convince yourself that maybe one of your neighbours had left the party early and went home. You nearly had yourself completely persuaded until you heard a low hum, a familiar low hum ring out through your apartment.

Your hope shattered.

That low hum, a voice that at first seemed so sweet. A peaceful melody you shared with one other person until it was no longer peaceful anymore. Your hand slapped itself across your mouth, a weak attempt to stop any sounds from coming out when the footsteps of the man stopped right outside your door. The doorknob jiggled a little, the door not budging as you let out a silent breath of relief.

“Oh Y/N, I can hear you trembling through the door.” He said. “Open the door for me.” You thought he was bluffing and tried to pretend no one was home. You hear a grunt sound from his mouth, a tapping noise sounding from the other side of the door, right beside your head.

“Unlock the fucking door, Y/N.” The tone dropped from sickly sweet to a dangerous low. “For me, please? I can feel you shaking through the door. I know you’re scared, I know you’re fucking terrified right now, so open the fucking door!” He shouted making you flinch and your hand retreated from your mouth.

“Go away.” You tried mustering up as much confidence as you could.

“Aw, baby, you’re not scared of me, are you?” He asked, his voice reverting back to the fake innocence he managed to charm you with all those years ago.

“Leave me alone.” You avoid answering the question.

“But you’re scared, I’m here to make you feel better. I don’t want to fight you anymore, can we not fight anymore? I’m so tired of the arguments.” He pleaded. You nearly laughed at his claim.

“You don’t get to say that. Not after you put me in a coma for two whole fucking months! Fuck off, Armin!” You yelled, the room shouting it back at you. It fell silent for a moment, a small thud sounding from the other side of the door as he leaned his head against the wood.

“Now I’m going to give you three seconds, Y/N. Three seconds should be long enough for you to unlock this door and open it for me, right?” He asked, your head shaking even if the gesture wasn’t seen by him.

“No, no go away. I-I’ll call the cops.” You threaten weakly, knowing full well that he’d leave as soon as he heard the sirens. But you had no hope for emergency services, your life hanging on by a thread by the time they showed when you were put into a coma.

“One.” He voiced lowly, the intent in his voice murderous. You pressed your hands against your ears, the wall between your head and the outside world doing close to nothing as the second number pierced effortlessly through your head.

“Two.” You squeezed your eyes shut, wishing it’d help dull out the sound of his voice.

“Fuck it.” He muttered before you heard him step back. For a second, you thought it was over. The corridors fell silent, his voice ceased. All was peaceful for a moment. One, singular moment.

Until a loud bang shattered that peace. The door jolted, the force making a crack sound from where the hinges held the door in place.

“No! Please leave me alone, I don’t want to let you in!” You screamed with tears staining your cheeks, your back pushing harder against the wood as it jolted again.

“I gave you three, fucking, seconds!” He shouted, kicking the door between each word. “What about the promises, baby?! You promised you were mine, but you sent me to fucking prison?! For what, a little cut on your chest?!” He exclaimed.

“Just leave me alone, I don’t want you here.” Your voice was hoarse, from the crying and the yelling, but he never let up.

“I told you, didn’t I? I told you that if you broke your promise, I’d kill you. You didn’t think I forgot, did you? I can free you from that guilt. Just let me in.” He begged. You cried silently as his kicks and shouting died down, only for him to let out a new sound, but it wasn’t unfamiliar.

“I’m so sorry, baby.” He sobbed, his figure dragging down the door, back against the wood. “I’m sick, I don’t know what to do.” If you didn’t know him, if you hadn’t experienced such a lie, you would’ve caved. But you knew him. You knew him too well to fall for that again, purely because he was a manipulative, psychotic prick.

“Just go home, Armin.” You whispered weakly, bring your knees closer to your chest. “I’m tired, I know you are too, so go home.”

“I missed you so much, you know?” He sighed before it turned into a breathy chuckle. “I missed your hugs, your kisses. Your smile, your eyes. Oh, your eyes were my favourite part about you. You were so beautiful, Y/N.” He says, honey in his tone but it made your throb. Because you remember the memories he was recalling.

“Go home, please.” You pleaded. “I- I’ll come and visit you when I’m free.”

“You’re free now, aren’t you?” He asks through the door.

“I’m tired, and I’d like to sleep. Please go home.” You repeat, eyes staring at the clock on the microwave.

11:37

“I suppose it is getting late.” He sighs. Your heart pounded so hard in your head it was dizzying.

Please. Please leave, you thought. You hear him stand up, and then you hear him press his lips to the door, a soft kiss before he whispered three words that used to mean so much to you. Three words you truly used to think were real. You stifle a choke as he worded them as if he meant it.

“I love you.” And then you heard his footsteps begin to echo down the hallway. You let out a breath of relief before you began crying again. He wouldn’t leave you alone, no matter what you did. You could put him in prison again, get a restraining order, move to a different fucking country, but he always found you.

That night, you didn’t budge from that same spot on the floor, and for the first time in years you cried yourself to sleep.

[false-guinevere]

Hiii! For Arthuriana ask♞😤

♘ Favourite Knight/King- Percival is my favorite knight! I love him so much. Though since I answered him for fav Grail Knight I’ll give my other favorite too: Mordred. Percival is my favorite knight but Mordred’s like my favorite guy! My username used to be Modredus after all. He’s just very easy to give a lot of complexity and it’s super cool just how much his portrayal can vary in any given story. Though I am still particular about his portrayals at times.

For my fav king? Basic answer but Arthur. I talk bad about him a lot but I really do love his character. He’s really interesting and a very morally complex (and often just morally bad) guy and I think that’s fun! And like a hilarious king for how little he ever actually does any ruling.

😤 Nitpick about Fave- speaking of being particular about Mordred portrayals. I HATE when the story makes Mordred Morgause/Morgan’s revenge tool. Taking away Mordred’s agency and his own very interesting possible motives for usurping is just really lame (and also maybe super villainizing a female character so that the two male characters can be more sympathetic and innocent is… not great). There’s so much to work with in keeping Mordred sympathetic while keeping his actions intact.

Also I think adaptions where Arthur is just an innocent victim who completely good and was horribly betrayed for no reason is also lame. Why are people allergic to making Arthur morally complex.

[vintageteacutsino]

We Really Are Timeless

Fyodor x GN!Reader

Summary: You're in an old manor; notes seem to ask you to follow it... leading to portals of time.

A/N: Apologies for English is not my first language, and that I also don't know how to open a story. Nevertheless, please enjoy! 💜 The story is also inspired by 'Timeless' by Taylor Swift!

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Perhaps taking a break away from everyone was a good idea; and so there you are, lurking in a dandy house filled with exquisiteness, and grace of past bestowed for sight of present. Only be ruined by a storm.

Luminous, the moon flows, touching the ground as you pass by huge windows, howling sounds creeps; dwindled, the wind as you close one, and so does the song of it.

But then there the silence made a way for an unknown melody you had not heard before. Was it 'cause of the rain? Closing the windows managed to mute the tossing sounds of water somehow.

Curiosity killed the cat, say them; but the incessant sound starts to get annoying, which only entices you to follow it.

The music fills your ears louder, and louder, until you get closer to a room.

The door is open, you are welcome to enter anytime, but the darkness says otherwise. Lucky for you, you're with a candle.

Breathlessly, you entered, feeling the notes suffocating your lungs, it pains, yet enraptured you.

The candescent glow of the candle gave you a vision of a silhouette of a man with his back turned to you. Slowly, his arm moves back, and fourth, dancing sounds.

"Hello, and for what are you here for?", says he. Your expression utters in surprise, as your presence be known to this man.

"You play beautifully.", You walked over to him, as the burning flicker of the candle lights up the space between you two, you realise what he is playing is a cello.

"Why, thank you.", he smiled. "You must be one of the guests.", added him.

"Yes… Are you too?", you slowly sit on the floor, putting the candle down.

Facing someone who has delicate lashes, shines the beauty of. You are in awe. Then, disdain fills your inside that of, one must be a saint to play this melody while looking somewhat angelic… and you are? A devout, listening to it.

Reverse the cello, he was. Feeding you silence, before slowly opening his mouth to answer. "No, I live here."

"Then you must be so lucky seeing this place everyday." You told him.

"Fanciful is what this place is, indeed. But to share it with tourists, and history; not so much." He stopped playing his cello, he put it down, and looked at you.

Those candlelights made his purple irises shimmer in the dark of the room. Tilting his head, he smirked, that's prettily, like the devil's, his raven hair framing his face, and falling until his neck.

"And what are you doing this late of night, wandering around?" He slowly put his elbow on his lap, balancing his face on his palm.

"I'm unable to sleep 'cause of the storm, and I heard your hauntingly played cello."

You answered, standing up from where you are sitting.

"My apologies. Was it a nuisance to you?" Softly smiling, he crossed his legs. "It was just a nightly session I have with my cello, hadn't I realized that one of the guests is near this room." His tone alludes to mockery.

"My name's Fyodor, by the way. May I know yours?" After a moment of silence.

"[Name].", You slowly answer him.

"[Name].", Fyodor repeated. Smiling softly, he stood up, leveling higher than you are. Slowly, he picks the candle from the ground.

Gleams, the face of you two from the candescent light of it. Staring at you for a moment, wide-eyed gaze he gave you upon a realization of something.

"I thought you looked so familiar, and I may just know why.", Says he. "Mind if I take you somewhere inside this mansion?"

You followed Fyodor, leading you to hallways none would even notice.

The deeper you go, the more the temperature drops, chilly, you hold your arms together.

At the very end, a library, glamorous and peculiar, and covered with cobwebs, seemingly lost in time. Stories longed to be opened after centuries of waiting.

Then, he stopped by his track, fell a curtain by the wall as he pulled it. Shadows never gave up on covering it from your vision, but Fyodor neared the candle to give sight to a painting— a mirror rather. For there, you see yourself, but not.

The painting looked so pure, like the Holy Mother of Kazan, it stared at you, with their child.

"The resemblance is quite an eerie thing to look at, is it not?" He paused, "What are the chances that one goes to visit a place, and discover that one had lived similarly of facial structures as you, was painted?" Fyodor chuckled.

"Who are they?", You asked.

"My great grandparent." He looks at you, and back to the painting.

Your eyes explored the dark library, and saw an old photo.

You picked it from where it was placed, squinting your eyes, trying to get the darkness out. You moved it closely to your light source— the candle.

And if the painting is not weird enough… This photo has Fyodor in old-fashioned attire, and there you are, by his side. Have you ever met this man before? You asked yourself.

"That's them. Them, and their lover." Fyodor told, making you look at him.

"My eyes are just playing tricks on me, isn't it?" You tried to shake off the uncanny feeling from the resemblance.

"People said that I do look like my grandfather… I can surely see your vision.", He slowly grabbed the photo from your hand.

The clock ticked 3 AM, and Fyodor had his hand spread for you to hold onto. "It's getting late, we should go." He smiled.

While walking, creaks from the fragile floor of the old manor squeaks. "After you.", He said, asking you to go up the stairs.

The two of you managed to get out of the library, but then the candle died. Fyodor held your hand tighter to not lose you, and that is when loud footsteps joined in. Fyodor told you that he have some matches.

No idea if these footsteps are the two of you, or if someone else is within.

That's when you heard a voice calling unfamiliar names… "You hear that?" You asked Fyodor. "I certainly do… it seems like calling to someone. Those names does ring bells."

The voice called again.

"I knew so…", Silently, Fyodor whispered. "Those are the names my grandparents had."

You looked confused. "What? Then why is it being called?"

The footsteps approach closer, and faster, just in time for the candle to finally light up again.

Ghostly figure, you saw. A man with a ravaging glare. "You young lovers are a pain in the ass! Golgotha comes, and you two are still being lovey-dovey!" This man scolds. "In the dead of night, and still running around this damned house!"

Fyodor, and you left dumbfounded by the babbling of this man. Slowly, he puts his hand on your waist, and silent whisper of, "Calm your heartbeat."

Fyodor walked to the man, and apologizes, for this ghostly man to scold further. You soon pick up that this ghostly man thinks that you, and Fyodor are Fyodor's grandparents… seemingly travelling in time.

"For the love of Yahweh, be modest for once!" The man dismissed you two, walking back to where he came from.

Fyodor, grabbed your hands, and guided you to the exit, before the clock ringed again, 4 AM.

"Do you think we just time travelled, or that man does that on a daily occurrence… Or perhaps we really are them, but time manifests to live in the present?" Fyodor giggled at you, while running his hands through your hair.

Cool beta reader + editor: Clo (Thank you so much!)

[papermatisse]

sandbox || J.CM (VII)

♘ pairing: gamer!changmin x f!gamer!reader

♘ genre: semi-smau, fluff, crack

♘ word count: 4k

♘ warnings: profanity, insecurity

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(y/n) was seated at her setup, leant back in her seat as the group prepared for their Gang Beasts session. The voice channel was as chaotic as it was expected to be, with Byounggon and Kevin provoking Sunwoo, Jinyoung instigating them on the side, Quinn desperately trying to calm the boys down with what little authority she actually held in this case, and Changmin merely laughing on the outskirts of it all.

She smiled to herself as she glanced over to her other monitor. She could see the faces of her friends all clamoring about, the multicolored lights of Sunwoo’s setup reflecting off of his scowl as he glared into his camera, grumbling about the two boys cackling at his misfortune. Quinn was finishing her pre-stream meal, muttering for the group to shut up with her cheeks puffed with food. Jinyoung was on his phone, still jumping in whenever the opportunity arose, though entirely nonchalant in his methods. Yet it was the blank square of Changmin’s that captured her attention, the singular profile picture surrounded by green ripples emanating from him with every chuckle his audio picked up. 

Over the past week, with every secret meeting between the two, with every hour spent goofing off in Gang Beasts in preparation for this very moment, that innate familiarity she once felt for the boy had all but increased tenfold. That comfort she once felt in his presence was now undeniable, a fact that she could no longer refute or question because the ease which came with talking to him was ever present and indisputable. It seemed almost too easy talking to him, as if she was talking to herself. As if she knew that the person on the other line held no virtual judgment towards her, no hostility, no expectations. Like he accepted her for her and every little thing she was. 

A slight giggle left her lips as she received a text from Changmin; a string of purple imp emojis, smiling nefariously as the time to play the game grew ever nearer.

“What was that?” Sunwoo asked. “That sounded mad evil.”

“(y/n?)” Byounggon asked. She hummed in response, putting her phone away as if they’d be able to detect she was messaging someone, even if they couldn’t see her face. “What are you laughing about over there?”

“Nothing, just saw a meme.” She defended, grabbing her phone and scrolling through her recent images to try and find one she can use as an excuse if they were to ask. She received another text from Changmin: an emoji laughing with his hand shielding his smile. She bit her lip to hold back her own smile, continuing to scroll through her photos as the boys continued on as if nothing happened.

“Well, she won’t be laughing for long once I get into the game.” Sunwoo commented, leaning back smugly in his chair with a sigh, hands resting behind his head. “There will be more tears than laughs in your near future, sweethea–” 

Sunwoo hadn’t the opportunity to finish his snide remark, as his audio was instantly muted. Everyone watched as he continued to speak, cocky smirk plastered across his face, hands waving about as he continued to, seemingly, provoke the lot. It wasn’t until a minute later that Kevin spoke up.

“Did someone mute Sunwoo?” Sunwoo paused at this, his mouth forming the word ‘what?’ as Kevin proceeded. “Are any of us admins?”

“Juyeon said he gave permissions to me and Changmin.” Quinn answered. (y/n) could see everyone’s eyes divert to another portion of their screen, most likely wherever Changmin’s blank square resided for them. Another beat of silence as everyone waited for Changmin’s statement on the matter, even Sunwoo going quiet on his end.

“As an admin, it’s my job to ensure peace in the server and stamp out any source of conflict.” 

Sunwoo erupted in an annoyed outburst, mouth pouting incessantly as he complained, his shoulders slumped while he tapped his grievances into the chat, begging to be released from his oath of silence. 

After Sunwoo had returned to them as loud as ever, they started their stream, greeting their respective fans and the rest before starting up the game. (y/n) tapped randomly at the character customization screen, too excited for the match to even care what she looked like.

Quinn was putting so much thought into her character, analyzing every article of clothing before opting for a coat and a top hat. Jinyoung was quick with his, dressing as an office worker with a sombrero. Sunwoo had chosen to be a wrestler while Kevin and Byounggon wore a variety of mismatched clothing, from overalls with a hamburger head to a construction worker with a mohawk. And at the end of it all, when they had all unveiled their characters to one another, Changmin and her were the only ones matching, the both of them wearing a chicken costume, his green, hers blue. 

“Seems fitting for you two to be the chickens.” Sunwoo scoffed momentarily as the screen darkened, loading their game session. At the silence met with his statement, he quickly added on, “please don’t mute me again,” earning a round of laughter from the group just as the game began.

Their first level: the blimp.

Almost instantly, Kevin and Byounggon bolted to Sunwoo, pummeling him with jelly-like punches from their amorphous character models. Sunwoo shouted the entire time, attempting to shield himself from the onslaught of attacks, but failing nevertheless as he was soon knocked out. They lifted his body together before throwing him off the blimp, cheering together with their character’s arms raised in victory.

“We’ve defeated the evil in the world!” Byounggon whooped, followed by Kevin’s just as jubilant cheers. In the midst of their victory, the two simultaneously leapt off the blimp, plummeting to their deaths whilst still celebrating their triumph over Sunwoo, who had just finished respawning as they died. Quinn, distracted laughing at the mayhem of the lot, was unexpectedly headbutted by Jinyoung from behind her, knocking her out in one blow. Her cackles had dissolved into panicked shouting, frantic button mashing loud enough to be heard through her mic as she desperately attempted to wake up. Though her efforts were futile as Jinyoung raised her in the air, marching over to the edge of the blimp to toss her over, but wound up walking too close to the edge, as he himself also slipped off the curved edge.

“Oh shit,” Jinyoung muttered as his character began stumbling down the aircraft, Quinn’s body ragdolling beside his as they both also died. 

“Changmin, (y/n), get ready to feel my wrath,” Sunwoo’s character ambled clumsily over to them, a complete juxtaposition to his imposing chuckle, though was met with an untimely demise as the two chickens dashed over to him, raining down punches unto his poor character. “Wait, wait, this wasn’t how this was supposed to go! Please! I beg of you! Show some mercy!”

“We have none.” Changmin responded, lifting Sunwoo’s body and tossing him off the blimp again. Sunwoo yelled dramatically as he fell, only stopping when he respawned again.

The round continued on in the same manner. Kevin and Byounggon goofing around as the other three tried desperately to kill one another. Sunwoo was aggressive in his ways while Jinyoung was terrifyingly calm and collected, and yet the two were both equal in their kills thus far. On the sidelines was Changmin and (y/n), seated together at the edge of the blimp, peacefully carrying on conversation as if their friends weren’t murdering one another some meters away.

“Have you tried Human Fall Flat?” Changmin asked.

“No, I’ve never even heard of it.”

“It’s similar to this in the sense that you play as gummy looking characters that are hard to control, but rather than killing each other, you solve puzzles together.”

“Oh, that sounds fun. We should play it one of these days.”

“That’d be cool, do you want that to be the next game we play?”

“Yes, I’d like that!” 

“What the hell are you two doing?” Sunwoo asked, running over to the two, who had been left untouched for far too long in his opinion. Just as he reached them, Changmin stood up, pivoting 90° before headbutting Sunwoo. He sat back down beside (y/n) while Sunwoo’s body fell on the ground, letting gravity do the rest of his job as the boy began sliding off the blimp again. 

“Are you busy next week?” Changmin continued, acting as if nothing had happened and coaxing another giggle from (y/n). 

Unsurprisingly, Jinyoung won that round, and so commenced the next level. Elevators.

With no place to sit, the two actually fought this time around, showing the skills they’ve honed over the past week. Sunwoo was unpleasantly surprised at the sight, though didn’t question it, instead putting his all into attempting to defeat the invincible duo.

He couldn’t, and neither could the rest, leaving just Changmin and (y/n) on their own in the level, one in their own designated elevator. (y/n) suppressed a smile as Changmin’s character stared her down with its unwaveringly empty gaze, standing there, unmoving, as if waiting for her to make the next move.

“These elevators ain’t big enough for the two of us.” He commented. 

“You’re right.” She responded. A second later, she leapt off her elevator, falling to her death.

“NO!” Changmin hollered, voice pained as if in an actual death reenactment, causing her to start laughing in glee. He soon climbed off his elevator as well, falling after her and causing more laughter among the group. ‘Qbert wins’ flashed across the screen nevertheless, announcing his victory over everyone.

“This is so unfair.” Sunwoo groaned. “How are you two so naturally good at this game?” 

“You’re just bad at it.” (y/n) answered.

“Makes us look good in comparison.” Changmin added on. 

The rest of the game, (y/n) found herself clinging to Changmin, keeping to their plan of attempting to act as natural as possible–as if they hadn’t expended most of their free time mastering the art of Gang Beasts for revenge upon Sunwoo. Most of their attacks were made together, something which even surprised themselves as they had only ever practiced fighting each other, never working together. Yet it came naturally, and almost too easy to the point that rather than coming to them, everyone would run away.

Her sides were sore from laughing, her cheeks ached with how wide her smile was, yet she wouldn’t have traded this sensation for anything else in the world. The undeniable gratification which comes with playing with her friends, though also the fond happiness which came with being with Changmin specifically. It was beyond strange, a sensation she never experienced with the others. This innate favoritism, a bias not imbibed with hostility towards the others, that she’d rather he be alongside her than anyone else, though just this comforting relief which derived from being with him alone.  

“Okay, that’s our last round.” Kevin huffed tiredly, leaning back in his seat with his eyes shut. They all closed out of their game, beginning their wrap up with their viewers.

“Are we supposed to still do the truth or dare session if we don’t have the others?” Jinyoung asked, having read a string of comments in his stream regarding suggestions they can take.

“I don’t see why not.” Quinn responded. “Do you guys have any quarrels with that?”

“I’m fine with it.” Sunwoo chimed in, leaning closer to his desk. After everyone confirmed their participation, Jinyoung chose to start it off.

“Sunwoo, truth or dare?” 

“Dare.” He answered almost instantly, winking to his camera confidently.

“Give your phone number out right now.” His expression faltered as the group began laughing and provoking him in unison. He sat there, actually considering it, deliberating the positives and negatives of giving out his number on a stream that not only has thousands of viewers watching at that very moment, but was also being recorded for his channel archive for future viewers to see. Eventually, his conscience came to the rescue.

“Alright, what’s my penalty for not doing it?” Kevin and Byounggon booed disappointedly, instigating their viewers to raid Sunwoo’s chat with more boo’s. 

“I’m sending my address to you, buy me a meal.” Jinyoung already had his phone out, texting Sunwoo who unwillingly agreed to the punishment.

“Quinn, truth or dare?” Sunwoo went on. 

“Truth. I don’t trust you just yet.” 

“Fair enough.” Sunwoo snorted. He thought to himself for a moment, eyes rolled up to the ceiling as he tapped at his chin. “What’s one thing in your browser history you’d be embarrassed for others to find out?” A chorus of ‘ooh’s followed his question, Quinn humorously pulling out her phone with a smile, knowing she never looked up anything embarrassing.

“Cantankerous definition… Serendipitous definition… Was King Arthur a real guy?... Insectile definition… Song that goes nanana… song that goes na na na… song that goes nana nana na.” The rest of her search history fell upon deaf ears as the group began cracking up once more.

“Did you ever actually find the song you were looking for?” Kevin asked, chuckles still bubbling out of him as Quinn put her phone away sadly.

“No.”

Quinn dared Kevin to like every post of the first account he saw on Instagram. It wound up being Sunwoo, who gloated that Kevin was his biggest fan as Kevin liked posts from up to 2017. Kevin dared Byounggon to call a random number given to him by one of the group and flirt with them. Changmin texted his sister’s number for him, though Byounggon was met with instant rejection upon his first statement, “did it hurt when you fell from heaven?” 

“Alright, Changmin, since you’ve successfully broken my heart by giving me your sister’s number, truth or dare?” 

“Truth.”

“Who’s the best looking person here?” 

“Why’d you give him such an easy question?” Sunwoo asked, running his hand through his hair with a smile on his face.

“Yeah, we literally have a professional model in the chat.” Kevin noted, referring to Jinyoung who was busy laughing at Sunwoo’s offended expression at being ignored.

“I choose (y/n).” Changmin answered, to which Sunwoo let out a shocked scoff at being rejected once more–by a faceless person choosing another faceless person nonetheless. “I like Pacman, and her blue chicken character.”

“Thank you, I try my best.” (y/n) quickly chimed in, all in a futile hope to mask how flustered she had become at his response.

Just as Kevin had said, they have a model in the chat, and as Sunwoo pointed out, they have a good looking guy like himself present as well. They have Quinn, ever the beautiful influencer she is. Even Byounggon and Kevin, as annoyingly stupid as they are, were objectively handsome. And she was just herself. Though faceless, she knew the person behind the screen was someone dull, incomparable to the vibrancy of the others surrounding her.

Everyone held these expectations of what she would look like. She saw the fanart made of her, deriving from the brief descriptions she’d release about her features; although they were exaggerated in art form, taking on this Aphrodisian appearance, this paragon of beauty that she just was not nor ever would be. It was terrifying, knowing your existence is nothing but a disappointment to those who saw you as something else entirely–someone else entirely. She could never be those images that were dedicated to her. She could never be her friends and what they were. She was just herself, forever and always.

And even knowing Changmin’s words were most likely for the gag of this whole bit, choosing the only other faceless person in the whole chat as the best looking of the bunch, it still warmed her heart some. It still comforted her, knowing he had chosen her over anyone else. Perhaps it was only because of the sense of validation which came with his words. Maybe it was because it was him specifically who said it. She didn’t know, nor did she necessarily want to dwell on it.

What she did know was that at this occurrence, her heart had stuttered. Her stomach fluttered as her name left his mouth. Her eyes had widened, staring at the blank box which denoted his presence, as if magically she could see him. She wanted to. She wanted to see if there was any sense of truth in his eyes, if his words were genuine and dedicated to her. Though it seemed as if she was the only one who dwelled upon this urge as the game continued on with a short bout of laughter.

“(y/n), truth or dare.” Changmin asked.

“Dare.” She choked on her words for a second, still reeling over the influx of emotional confusion seconds prior, though luckily it was undetectable to others. She gulped, attempting to quell the anxious lump in her throat as Changmin hummed in thought. 

“Do your best stand up comedian impression. And don’t stop until someone smiles.”

“Oh, we’re going to be here all night then.” She sighed, already earning a snort from Byounggon who immediately cleared his throat and went back to a stoic expression. 

“If we’re going to do this, I’m video calling Changmin. I don’t trust him to tell us the truth.” Sunwoo announced, pulling out his phone and calling the man in question. (y/n) stared at his screen, hearing the dials ring through his microphone for a brief moment before they stopped, signaling the call’s acceptance. Sunwoo leant back, phone in hand as he nodded. “Proceed.”

(y/n) was momentarily astonished.

That right there in Sunwoo’s hand was Changmin’s face.

The thought had her head spinning for a second, countless scenarios and possibilities of maybe one day being in Sunwoo’s shoes. Of looking down at her phone and seeing Changmin’s face greeting her. But for now, she could only hope. She could only watch Sunwoo’s screen in what she regrettably identified as envy from herself. A yearning for something unattainable. Their identities were precious. And as close as she felt with Changmin, it was not reciprocated. It couldn’t be. It was near unnatural how close she felt with the boy in such a short duration of time, of course he wasn’t going to instantly trust her with seeing his face.

Huffing the thoughts away, expelling such negativity before it could directly influence her, she sat up in her chair, channeling every fiber of humor that could possibly exist in her, because she needed virtually anything to help her surpass this trial. 

"Why aren't koalas considered bears?"

"They're marsupials, aren't they?" Kevin responded, momentarily forgetting the intention of the question and completely ruining the punch line she had prepared. 

"They don't meet the fucking koalifications, Kevin."

A snort was heard among the group, one that was doubled through her headphones, a tell-tale sign of who exactly wound up laughing at the conundrum of her bit. 

"Seriously? You found that funny?" Sunwoo chuckled in disbelief, staring at his phone where a giggling Changmin resided, freely laughing now as it was revealed he had already lost. 

She imagined his smile to be bright. A wide, boisterous grin that crinkled his eyes. Charming in every sense of the word, mesmerizing as she fell deeper and deeper into his joyous trance. It was something that inevitably had her laughing with, needing a moment as they both crumbled into heaps of giggles. 

Once she had calmed, she was able to quickly throw some nonsense truth to Jinyoung, asking what streamer he'd date and almost instantly responding with Chanhee. 

"It'd be like Mr. and Mrs. Smith, but it's just him trying to kill me. I don't care enough." 

(y/n) studied her chat, everyone seemingly enjoying this entire session, the combo of people involved, and the concluding truth or dare game. A subtle snicker left her as she saw ‘#chanyoung’ beginning to make its rounds through the stream, already imagining the outrage from Chanhee when he wakes up tomorrow morning. The others were beginning to say their goodbyes, momentarily pulling her away from her viewers to also bid the group goodbye. Slowly but surely, everyone trickled out of the voice channel, leaving to spend the next few minutes rightfully wrapping up their respective streams. At some point, she thought she was alone, about to start speaking until a voice startled her.

“Hi.”

“Changmin?” She asked, glancing over and seeing their avatars as the only two left in the discord. “What are you still doing here?”

“What are you still doing here?”

“I was about to leave.”

“Before telling the fans of our genius plan?” 

A smile slowly etched its ways onto her face, an amused hum chiming through his mic as well. 

“Are we actually going to come clean?”

“Why not? We accomplished our goal, Sunwoo isn’t here, I don’t see the harm in announcing how we played Sunwoo by secretly practicing Gang Beasts this entire week.”

The chat erupted in a sudden flood of capitalized remarks, all astounded by their cunning, secretive tactics that wound up working at the end of it all. Changmin began explaining the whole situation, from Sunwoo’s hubris shining through to how every night they would play together in hopes of besting Sunwoo’s skills. 

“And I couldn’t have done it without my trusty partner in crime, (y/n).” Her cheeks warmed as a soft grin replaced her otherwise wide, toothy smile. That fond aura of Changmin’s shining through once more, this cloying feeling building up inside her with every word he spoke.

“Please, it was your idea from the get. I would’ve just accepted defeat at the beginning of the week.”

“So would I have. Do you really think I’d willingly spend all my free time through the week with any of these idiots to beat another idiot for no reason other than spite?” They both broke out into a fit of laughs, momentarily forgetting where they were and who was currently listening. That is until they heard the familiar chime of someone entering their discord call.

“Hel–” Changmin began before abruptly getting cut off.

“What’s going on in here, huh?” Sunwoo asked, faux annoyance riddling his tone as he questioned the two. “What are you talking about? Anything suspicious? Anything I should know about?” Changmin and her were quiet for a moment more, most likely weighing in their options of either directly telling him, or letting him find out the whole truth later on on his own. 

The second option sounded very appealing.

“No.” She stated, quickly clicking the hang up button and leaving the call before he could interrogate her more. Changmin left immediately afterwards, bringing one last giggle from her before she returned to her stream. “Yes, I admit, Changmin and I did practice in secrecy to kill Sunwoo as many times as we pleased. But everyone here should gaslight him into thinking he just sucks, okay?” 

Comments flooded, for the most part agreeing to follow her bidding. Though the other portion of comments were directed towards her and Changmin. Many laughed at their extra, unnecessary efforts to play a silly little game. Some requested they stream their one on one games so the fans could watch, too. Others were giggling at the irony of the two faceless ones somehow ending up being cohorts in the grand scheme of things. The positivity reached her heart, warming and quelling those thoughts she once had when first streaming with the new guys, reassuring her that she’s still herself; her simple self loved by so many of her fans. 

“Thanks guys.” She mumbled, pressing her cheek in the palm of her propped hand. “I appreciate you all to the ends of the world, you know that? Thanks for watching us be stupid for a few hours. We’ll come back very soon with more content. So, until next time! Bye!”

♘ (a/n): school is being kind to me, so im trying to write as much as i can before it picks up again jskjfs

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Beauty found in the harsh winter

(Childe x fem reader) ft. Pulcinella shipping reader-cham

Thank you guys for the 50 likes from the last one, so I made Childe x reader asap (Unedited)

using the name Childe instead of Ajax

Tw: bit of Yandere, a bit of Dacryphilia. 

It wasn’t long before Capitano had brought you to his estate in the wintery lands of Snezhnaya. It even took a while to even get used to the harsh nature around you with how formal everyone is. You didn’t need to lift a single finger to work around the house, and wondered if your mother had wished to live in a grandiose Mansion like this. Wearing expensive clothing, eating thick cuts of the most expensive meat. The screeches of your Mother would not go unheard in your mind.

“___-!” “hellooooo? Teyvat to _____!” Spoke the ginger haired squire, or you at least thought of him like that. It was your first time entering the wintery palace named Zapolyarny.

“O-oh, Tartaglia, Pulcinella…I’m sorry, my mind is not in the best of state right now.” You apologize for the behavior, which only made him laugh.

“No need to apologize, it’s this fool who should since he brought you here to wait for Capitano.” the shorter Gentleman scolded Childe a bit. Despite the cold words, the ambitious Harbinger didn’t seem to pay heed to his words that mean well for both children in his eyes. Or is he afraid of what would happen if the dark shepherd had heard that the lovely ewe beside them were to be harmed in some way?

“Honestly, girlie.” He sighed, an eye closed, hands in the air as he shook his head slowly.

“I always wondered why Capitano even liked you if you’re always so quiet.” He jests, but that begs the question. Why would he waste so much money on a person, Or even yet, why save when it doesn’t benefit him?

Pulcinella notices the distress look on your face, shooting a look at his basically adopted child at this point.

Childe coughs, trying to catch your attention. “ Not that I mean it that way.” he earned a silent facepalm from the rooster himself.

“No, it’s quite alright. It is an eye opening statement after all.” Now Childe thinks to himself, if he talks badly about Capitano or would he try to spar with Capitano under the guise of having a chance to court you that Capitano would actually use his strength? The thought alone is exhilarating to him.

“Tartaglia, may I have a word with you? " Childe was about to say something before Pulcinella added. " Alone."

" Go, I took much of your time already. I'll just be here.." You nudge Childe to go with Pulcinella.

While they're having a conversation out of ear shot.

" Oh, hello.. I haven't seen you around here, Miss." Looking up, seeing a well dressed person that for sure, they're taller than you.

" Yes, I only came here a few hours ago. I'm merely waiting for someone here. " You told him your initial purpose here.

You felt a little intimidated by him since you are in a foreign land and didn't know much about anyone here.

"Do you want to sit down here? Your legs must be tired." You offered half of the bench for him to take a seat.

It took him a bit to accept but he sat down anyway.

"Thank you." This one's more interactive, you smiled as the scene reminded you of the time you met Capitano and finally got him to stay close to you.

Humming a soft tune as the snow slowly fell down from the sky.

Each exhale of air could be seen as a puff.

"A really nice song, miss. What's it about?" The soldier asked, probably the awkwardness is getting to him.

"Ah well-." You were about you answer before Childe called you over.

"I'm sorry, but I have to go. Maybe we could meet again one of these days." Quickly waving at him before he could even say anything.

"What a strange girl … " Anton mumbled. 

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"Guess what, I got tickets to the ice skating rink. Let's go have some fun while Capitano's still busy!" He says grabbing your hand.

" Wha-?! C-childe, slow down!" You tried to catch up with the youngest member of the Fatui. The puffy white skirt that reached until your knees bounced. 

"Hoho, oh the youth." Pulcinella chortled while watching the two youngsters getting inside of their ride to the destination.

Truth to be told, he had been saving those tickets for Tonia and Teucer but seeing Tartaglia with you. He just couldn't resist.

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"Babe, the ice is thick enough for all of us. You don't have to be so afraid." Childe teased as he let you grip on his arm whilst you're busy trying to take even a step on to the ice.

"I'm not from here, you know. There's hardly any snow where I'm from." Teeth chattering, another foot on the floor.

You didn't realize how daring the people of Snezhnaya are on top of a lake. Letting out a sigh of relief once both feet are stabilized.

"Race you!" Childe laughs before skating off, catching you off, guard causing you to let go of him.

"W-wait!" Bleated out, looking all around you were either couples or a family having the time of their lives. Like a newborn still learning how to walk

Face red as you nearly stumbled and slipped about on the floor. You could have sworn someone laughing at your inability to skate and you could probably guess who.

"Who knew you couldn't skate babe." He poked you from behind.

You only frowned at his statement as you managed to nudge yourself from your previous spot.

Tiny steps at a time, trying to do that again but failed.

"A-ah!" Knees gave out, your bum touching the cold floor as you held on to the wooden railing. 

Childe laughed from a distance, "Careful, cutie!" Those nicknames are getting on your nerves.

"Here." He got both of your wrists and he's behind you. If Capitano saw this scene, he might have cut off his hands as calmly as he can be. 

"Try to make an S.. no, not like that.. Yeah like that.. Keep doing that" Encouraging you to wiggle your feet to build up momentum. You could feel his warm breath against your ear.

Soon enough, he lets go when you've gained enough momentum. Seeing that others were doing figure skating, you tried to mimic them and nearly tripped because you didn't know what leg to use.

"Silly cutie pie, let me help you again." Chuckling a bit more, you're a sharp person. So he didn't need to teach you much. Before he knew it, you were dancing on ice on your own. 

"Ах какая женщина." He sighed dreamily when he noticed how your body bends, twists and twirls. It's almost like a story to unfold. 

You looked like you've been freed from worries, for even a fraction of a moment. 

Dancing and singing had truly been the thing that's been keeping you sane and the one to lean onto in the lowest of your life.

Then he noticed something off..

His cheeks felt numb, but it shouldn't be possible at this temperature.

The sky darken, with a low and ominous hum.

'Thud' something hit the back of his head.

"What the." Looking at it, it was something like a glass bead-.

"____! Stop, before the storm comes!" 

The other visitors must have heard him, else they wouldn't be panicking like him racing to get to their stone homes.

He had lost you within the crowd.

"Childe! Childe!" You cried as a terrified face passed by you, only to be pushed out of the cluster and fall on your bum.

A couple of seconds later, a few hails now rain down upon them.

There's one hail that's the size of a fist and was aimed at the thick ice that holds up everyone on the lake.

You didn't know if it was still safe but you decided to book it to land.

"Eek!" A screech aroused from your throat. Your leg had punctured the crack on the floor, the sharp numbing waters made your teeth chatter. It feels like you couldn't move, the sheer cold had already struck your bone.

Your gloved hand tried to pull you out of the hole, yet it's still a long way to go.

The muscles of your calf aches from your earlier activity. Determined to stay alive, you tried to push through, enough for Childe to find, come over and help you get back in the carrier where it's safer. It feels cramped inside, 

The coldness of your leg is a pain you want to forget, that it's similar to the fiery burns nearly a few months ago.

"Ugh… " leg still spasming, a tear fell out as you try not to scream.

Childe tries to ease the pain with little health knowledge he has by massaging it. 

Childe had you remove the soaked boots and sock to get it wrapped in a dry cloth.

The thunder claps got near to them, followed by heavy pitter patter of hail against the metal ceiling for the passengers, driver and horses.

Your heart slowed down, fatigue and worry caught up to you after your little euphoric moment with figure skating.

Didn't even notice that your arms had hugged Childe for warmth.

Terrible thoughts had invaded your mind of that encounter, where instead of a leg, your whole body was in the dark waters. No way of getting out even if you let go of your coat.

Even when the brief pain was gone, it's soreness is still there. Definitely not going to hear the end of it once Capitano knows, unless he does. His work should have been done when you both got out of the Palace.

Slow breaths can be heard even amongst the chaos outside.

Childe hugged you back for comfort, feeling the soft beating of your frightened heart. It reminds him of a prey that narrowly escapes the hunter. Though he himself is a hunter too. Even he didn't deny that cute face of yours twisted in pain and on the verge to full on wail is adorable. Maybe he was starting to see why the military leader had taken such fondness to you.

If you had your eyes open, you would have been greeted with the cruel adoring smile.

Though for now, he wants to savor the moment.

With the delicate and serene look on reminded him of snow, with each moment being unique to everyone. Even to him.

When you awoke, it was still raining tiny pebbles of ice.

It had gotten colder, you hoped that the horses were alright under the metallic extension.

Childe? He's asleep, he is handsome if it weren't for the fact he keeps teasing relentlessly. A soft, gentle sigh escaped your lips before you embraced him more to continue your slumber.

It became nightfall when the hail had stopped, Childe had to bring you home. He was sure Capitano would be pissed if he knew what happened.

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Pissed was an understatement to him, especially when no one told him where you or Childe had gone to. Not even the guards.

Capitano wouldn't want to be seen as a horrific being by you like this, especially when he worked so hard to get you on his side. So he had placed you in bed. Doors locked, him, a maid and a doctor could only come in to get you checked on.

Childe did get the spar he wanted, but now with you as a prize. It pushes the stakes even higher to surpass him. Though it would be proven difficult with how you view him as a friend or someone had already fancied him.

The next you've met him with a basket of baked goods on hand as an apology on behalf of Capitano , even though you already struck gold with that cute face you've made that day. It only cements the whirlpool of obsession. The friendly reminder of him growing stronger is a must, to give you a sense of trust when Capitano slips up.

If the knight couldn't even defend his own ewe, you might as well be his little snowflake instead. Would make everyone so much happier.

Yes, so much happier.

Ах какая женщина = what a woman (at least to google translate)

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[aviiatrix]

// So I was going to answer stuff today but something happened which made it possible that I won’t be able to find the motivation.

I had to drop all of my college classes due to a professor screwing me over before the classes fully began and I was unaware me being dropped from that course had taken me under my required credits for financial aid to fully pay for my college.

Good news is I’ll have a hell of a lot more free time until Summer semester. Bad news is— I’m set back for an entire semester when I was at least over 50% done with my degree here and was very close to finishing my other degree as well.

[mostnoblelancelot]

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about:

This is a sideblog, and I follow back from my main @grimmusings. Please direct IMs there, since it's easier for me to keep all my messages on one blog. It's also easier to start interactions with me there, where I regularly post open starters and meme prompts. For a full list of rules, see my main. Honesty hour questions will largely be answered IC and treated as anonymous unless signed by a muse.

Lancelot du Lac is an original character interpretation from the Camelot mythology. His portrayal is a mix of various film and book lore, but is largely based in headcanon and original backstory. All details vary based on verse, and I'm happy to write him into crossovers or AUs.

default verses:

storyverse: Any events that take place in Camelot, from the time Lancelot joins the Knights of the Round Table to when he flees Camelot after the affair with Guinevere.

fableverse: When the storybook worlds collapse, Lancelot rides his horse, Concorde, in search of Guinevere and finds himself in a contemporary town called Fableton, where he works as head of security at the Underworld casino.

verses by request only:

I’m happy to write these, but since they’re more specific AUs, I don’t default on them for asks/memes. Please feel free to request them.

alt!storyverse: Any events that take place in Camelot, from the time Lancelot joins the Knights of the Round Table to when she flees Camelot after the affair with Guinevere. (fem!lancelot / fc: margot robbie)

alt!fableverse: After the fall of Camelot, Lancelot rides her horse, Concorde, in search of Guinevere, and finds that she can travel great distances through space and time (though with no control of where she ends up), ultimately landing in the twenty-first century. (fem!lancelot / fc: margot robbie)

the bodyguard: A no-powers AU where Lancelot is an ex-Army Sergeant who now works in private security.

[aknightinarmani]

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about:

This is a sideblog, and I follow back from my main @grimmusings. Please direct IMs there, since it's easier for me to keep all my messages on one blog. It's also easier to start interactions with me there, where I regularly post open starters and meme prompts. For a full list of rules, see my main. Honesty hour questions will largely be answered IC and treated as anonymous unless signed by a muse.

Nate is a canon character from Gossip Girl. All details vary based on verse, and I'm happy to write him into AUs and fandom crossovers. Please note that I'm happy to write with book characters, but I will not be pulling my adaptation from there.

OTPs: Serena van der Woodsen, Vanessa Abrams, Carter Baizen, Betty Cooper Possible Ships: Blair Waldorf, Chuck Bass Other: Any Gossip Girl muses, crossovers with other fandoms like Riverdale, Scream, and The Walking Dead

default verses:

college!verse: Non-canon compliant after they leave St. Jude's, Nate attends college and works as the editor for the school paper.

welcome to new york: Canon-compliant up to the finale, Nate has built up The Spectator and is now beginning a campaign to run for mayor of New York City.

verses by request only:

I'm happy to write these, but since they're more specific AUs, I don't default on them for asks/memes. Please feel free to request them.

twd!verse: A Walking Dead AU where, shortly after he graduates from college, Nate is in DC when the zombie outbreak happens. He eventually finds his way to Alexandria and works alongside Aaron and Eric as a recruiter.

what's your favorite scary movie?: A Scream AU where Nate grows up in Woodsboro and survives the murders mainly by being clueless and lucky.

[princelyhelp]

NEW UPDATE FROM PRINCELYHELP! Hello everyone, I’m going to try something different whenever I get anons from people. Because I assume that a lot of my anons are my followers or frequent visitors, I want to do a tagging system that will make it easier for people to find their specific questions when I answer it.

When leaving an anonymous ask, please end it with a codename you would like to be known as. This codename does not have to be your actual alias that you use, that’ll defeat the whole purpose of being anonymous. Just use something that you would like to be recognized as on this account! You can use emojis or symbols ( ex:  - 🍅, -  🗑, -  ♘, etc ), you can use letters ( ex: - k, - l, - o, - z ), or you can use words/phrases/names ( ex: - hater anon, - perry the platypus, - angel, etc ).

Once I see a codename, I’ll make sure to tag it as ft. -insert codename- ( example beloe). Make sure not to use the same codename as someone!! So doublecheck to see if your desired codename is free or not.

Okay, that’s all <3 love ya guys - jerry the raccoon

[ragnvindrknight]

"Master Diluc, can you dance?," he asked with a smile, briefly looking to the side where a drunk was swaying side to side to some music a barb was playing. "I'd like to think even you can do better than that man over there."

@childeofwar // Childe

⚜┆     Today Childe managed to catch him in a good mood. There weren’t many customers in the bar, as most have gone elsewhere to celebrate the new year with their loved ones. Even Diluc himself was enjoying the rare, peaceful atmosphere for once where the bar wasn’t buzzing with people. Though, there was one imperfection to this setting — the new year holidays did not seem to apply to a certain Harbringer who was now currently sitting in the same seat across the counter for the past half year. Diluc thought that having Childe gone from his sights would ensure today was perfect, but since the Eleventh had not utter a single word since he walked into his tavern Diluc had decided to take the philanthropic road and simply allow him to exist in his presence.

He’d judged too quickly, because Childe spoke seconds after Diluc thought he’d stay silent for the rest of the day. Can you dance? Diluc snickers at that. Of course he could. Although it was years since he last danced at a ball for mandatory purposes, he hadn’t lost his touch to it. The music the bard was currently playing sounded like one of the songs you’d hear at a decent party, and Diluc saw his chance.

Childe’s question went unanswered, but while the Harbringer was turned towards the drunk, Diluc exits from behind the counter unnoticed to slip a hand around Childe’s waist, snapping their bodies close together, their chests touching. He takes Childe’s other hand and guides it around his own waist.  Finally, reaching up, he interlaced the fingers of their last remaining free hand together and held them suspended at shoulder-level in the air, ❝Like this?❞ he said with a devilishly sly smile as the Eleventh turned back to look at him.

❝It’s been a long time since I last attended a ball, but I believe I still remember how to dance if given the chance.❞ As he spoke he began leading them around the tavern, in the empty space that was usually filled with people. ❝You caught me in a good mood, Tartaglia Childe. So only for today, if you step on my foot I’m likely to forgive you.❞

[charmingarmor]

|| An Extremely Self-Indulgent Meme (Accepting!) ||

@13xwishes​​ asked:

❰❰ GAZE ❱❱ {EAH!Whisp to Darling}

❰❰ GAZE ❱❱ our muses make extended eye contact

Darling could feel the hairs rising on the back of her neck. Someone was staring at her, certainly, and it didn’t take more than a glance up from the table where she was working to meet the eyes of the curious perpetrator. 

The knight smiled at her before looking away, then back to the genie. Their eyes met for a few more moments before she finally gave a small chuckle, “I’d be happy to help you if you need it. I don’t bite, promise.”