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wangxianficrecs · 1 year ago

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Threads of Love by OnlyMeAndMyBones

Threads of Love

by OnlyMeAndMyBones (@galexibrain)

M, WIP, 61k, Wangxian

Summary: Thirteen years ago, Lan Zhan came to Germany to study classical music and found his first true friend. Ten years ago he returned to Shanghai, heartbroken after a horrifying accident left Wei Ying with life-changing injuries and destroyed their friendship and budding romance. Today, he comes back to Germany - to teach, not to study. But when he and Wei Ying meet again by sheer chance, he realizes he has much to learn after all. (The main story is complete with chapter eight - additional oneshots may be added in the future) Kay's comments: This story is such a delight, because I love modern AUs but I'm so tired of modern AUs set in America. Instead, this story is set in Germany! It's also just a very lovely story that I really enjoyed a lot. There's many parallels to canon and Lexi wrote that the Golden Core transfer inspired this story, since the loss of a Golden Core can be seen as a disability. Wangxian here meet again after ten years apart, both struggling with different things and I really liked how they reconnected and Lan Wangji's POV was just a huge treat. Also a story for fans of Yunmeng Siblings love. Main story is complete, but marked as incomplete. Excerpt: The door opens. “Sorry for the delay I hope you didn’t wait too-” They stare at each other in shock, Lan Zhan and the man at the door. He has long hair, tied back with a crimson red scrunchie. He is wearing dark blue pants and a matching shirt with a stethoscope hanging around his neck. Lan Zhan still knows this face like his own. It has lost something of its adolescent softness over the past ten years but it retained a youthful glow, making the man look more like in his twenties than his early thirties. Doctor Vay is the first one to regain his speech. “Hello, Lan Zhan,” he whispers in Mandarin, looking down at the file lying in his lap and humming with distracted amusement. “Heh. Shawn Lan. I should have known.” Then, he comes in and closes the door behind him. Lan Zhan’s voice has left him. Suddenly he seems to have forgotten each of the languages he knows. His tongue is glued to his teeth and he knows he looks like a fool, standing there with his lips parted.

pov lan wangji, modern setting, modern no powers, disability, disabled character, disabled wei wuxian, angst with a happy ending, flashbacks, ableism, racism, medical procedures, lan wangji/wei wuxian get a happy ending, sharing a bed, doctor wei wuxian, musician lan wangji, teacher lan wangji, yunmeng siblings feels, good sibling jiang cheng, minor or backgroudn relationships, qin su/lan xichen, blood and injury

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heyitsme1040 · 1 year ago

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HI! I absolutely loved your fic with Steve finding reader's mudic player in his hoodie. I was wondering if you could do a similar idea with Bucky?

Hi anon! I really appreciate your request. I made it just really soft and happy. Hope you Enjoy!

It Feels Like Flying [b.b]

summary : (request) Reader forgets her music player in Bucky's hoodie. Bucky finds it when he's at the gym, and discovers a playlist focused on him. He brings it up to reader and they talk while listening to the playlist.

pairings : Bucky Barnes/Reader

warnings : None. Just a straight comfort fic.

word count : 1,550

AO3 (x)

a/n : I appreciate the request! Feel free to request more, it helps me get out of my slump of not posting unless the fic seems perfect.

The first thing you notice when you wake up is the light filtering its way through the blinds, then you feel the arm around your waist. You can’t help but smile at the feeling of Bucky’s fingers ghosting over your skin, the feather light touch trailing goosebumps over your skin. Rolling over, you’re greeted by Bucky’s eyes staring at you lovingly.

“G'morning,” you sleepily murmur while tucking your face into his neck with a kiss.

“Mornin’ sweets,” Bucky kisses your temple.

“What time is it?”

“Just before six.”

“That’s too early for a Saturday,” you groan at the ungodly hour making Bucky chuckle.

“You can go back to sleep sweetheart. I was planning on heading to the gym for a bit, I can wake you up when I get back.”

You nod at the offer and press a kiss to his neck once again. Bucky gently untangles himself from you and tucks you in on his side of the bed. You bury your face into his pillow while relishing the warmth he left behind. Kissing your forehead, Bucky grabs his gym bag and walks toward the living room. He smoothly ties his trainers before grabbing his hoodie off the couch where you’d left it. Moving silently, Bucky closes the door behind him before walking to the compound’s gym.

He feels his shoulders relax while wrapping his hands. He remembers more of his life before the war, and is grateful that not much has changed in boxing equipment. Making sure his hand wraps are secured, he pulls the hoodie over himself. He feels a slim square shift in the pocket and grins at the thought of you leaving your music player in the most random areas. He pulls the small object from the confines of the hoodie and unwinds the earbuds. Threading them through the hoodie, he put them in and presses play. Not paying too much attention to what’s playing, he begins settling into a rhythm at the reinforced punching bag. He settles into a pattern of landing his hits while shuffling around the bag and focusing on his breathing. Time feels as though it’s standing still but also flying past him as he lets his mind wander.

The world is still so different to what he remembers. All the technology in the compound’s gym is overwhelming. He doesn’t understand why treadmills and stair masters exist. These aren’t revolutionary exercises, they did the same thing and more back in the war. He, Sam, and Steve never used most of the equipment in the facility. He wanted to keep some things the way he remembers them to be. He was grateful for many of the modern wonders of the twenty-first century, however some things weren’t improved by it. Like punching a bag filled with sand to clear your mind.

It doesn’t matter how well his feet are planted, once he actually listens to what music you’d left off on, Bucky completely misses his next hit and feels the bag slam into him. The reassuring chorus of “We’ll Meet Again” is what really knocks the air out of him and leaves him reeling. It wasn’t the version he remembered, having Frank Sinatra’s timber instead of Vera Lynn’s breathy words wrapping around his head and settling into his chest. He felt warmth at the thought of you playing this song while wrapped in his hoodie. He hung his head and took deep breaths trying to steady himself again. He tries to continue the rhythm he'd fallen out of, but it was to no avail.

Walking back to his locker he begins unwrapping his hand as the song finishes. As he closes his locker the beginning notes of “Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy” begin to come through the earbuds. Bucky smiles softly at the song, remembering how often it had played on the radio before he'd been drafted. Shaking his head in loving disbelief, he finally pulled your music player back out and looked at your playlist. It was filled with songs he knew by heart that he regularly played, others he remembers telling you about in passing, and others he had missed out on. As his eyes scan over the songs, they catch on the name of the playlist being “Buckshot” and roll at the dumb nickname you’d given him after a few missions together.

The elevator doors open and Bucky steps in, "Jarvis, take me to my living quarters."

As Jarvis sets the elevator, Bucky finally feels the shock wearing off that you have a playlist of songs named after him. He wants to know everything about the playlist. Why these songs, how often do you play it, when did you make it? The elevator slows and soon the doors open to the floor of your shared apartment.

Bucky swiftly opens the door and toes off his shoes. Not having been working out long enough to get sweaty, he doesn't bother to shower before going to the bedroom. He nimbly climbs in bed next to you and unplugs the headphones from your music player. He turns to volume to a quiet level and faces you. Taking in your peaceful form as you sleep, Bucky cups your cheek. He starts to sing along in a murmur to the music, and eventually your eyes start to flutter open.

"Hi," you breathe with a smile. "When'd you get back?"

"Not long ago. You looked so peaceful I didn't want to wake you yet." Bucky rests his forehead against yours. "How'd you sleep?"

"Okay, I missed your cuddles. How was the gym?"

"It was great," he kisses your nose with a giddy expression. "I found your music player in my hoodie."

You let out a surprised squeak and cover your face with your hands.

"It took me a few minutes to realize what music was playing," he continued. "But once I did I was surprised."

"I'm sorry," you mumbled from behind your hands. " I know it's probably weird."

"Don't be, doll. I liked discovering you have a playlist about me. It's sweet. Made me feel special knowing you had something that reminded you of me like that," he slowly peeled your hands from your face to reveal your blush.

"Of course I want something to remind me of you when you're gone!"

Bucky just leans down and kisses you sweetly. It isn't until you feel your head start to swim that you're forced to break away from his kiss. You trace his lips with your index finger, chests bumping together as you share each other's breaths, and hear the opening notes of "Dream Sweet in Sea Major" coming from near your head.

"You don't know this one," you breathe against his lips. "It made me think of something you would have listened to. Both sweetly wishful while being a kind of aching longing."

Bucky feels his heart swell even more from your explanation of why you put the song in the playlist. He doesn't recognize it but it feels eerily familiar. He listens carefully, thinking about how the song really did resemble some songs he'd shown you but definitely more modern.

"'Believe me, darling. The stars were made for falling,'" you quietly sang to him. "'Like melting obelisks as tall as another realm.'"

Bucky closes his eyes and lets your quiet singing wash over him. He'd never understand how he got lucky enough to meet you, let alone date you. After every horrible thing he'd been forced to do, he had resigned himself to a life of being alone with the exception of Steve. But you'd always been so accepting of him, reminding him he didn't want to do those things. That wasn't him. He'd never understood how you could be so accepting of him, and choose to love him as openly and sweetly as you do. He couldn't help the grateful feeling that arose every time he thought about your compassionate heart.

"'You look quite divine tonight. Here among these vibrant lights. Pure delights surround us as we sail,'" you continue as you trace his features slowly.

You take care tracing down the slope of his nose. Ghosting over the delicate skin beneath his eyes. Following the arch of his eyebrow, trailing along his cheekbone down to his jaw. Grazing his cupid's bow. Completely entranced by the tranquility that has graced his relaxed form. It wasn't often he let go of the weight surrounding his mind.

"What did I do to deserve you?" He wondered aloud, gently grabbing your wrist. His eyes met yours as he swept his thumb along the inside of your wrist.

"You were you. Simple as that, Bucky," you admitted.

As the song faded into the next, you shared with Bucky why you'd added this one to the playlist. And that's how the two of you spent the rest of the morning. Singing to each other and sharing your thoughts about the songs that played. Revealing your thoughts to each other. Adding songs as Bucky recommends them and as you show him new ones.

Author's Note : Reblogs are appreciated, likes are welcome, and if you want to read more of my fics then maybe follow.

©heyitsme1040 If you find this post on any platform under a username different than heyitsme1040 it is not their work.

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historiavn · 5 months ago

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ASSORTED HEADCANONS: Ophelia Chronsturn

She began playing the violin when she was three years old, and the piano when she was seven years old.

Although she was reluctant to begin learning the piano, her father insisted — knowing that ultimately, it would be a major asset if Ophelia ever shifted to Regency England.

It is difficult for Ophelia to sit still for extended periods of time. When she is restless, she will either fidget in her chair or, if possible, pace around the room.

Her favorite Shakespeare plays are Macbeth and Much Ado About Nothing.

Any skills that Ophelia picks up while time traveling or multiuniverse traveling will be retained when she is in the waking world. The curse will also sometimes provide her with a certain skill if it enables her to witness a particular historical event, such as new languages or etiquette. However, sometimes the curse will also “throw her to the wolves” and not give her any prior skills at all.

Her favorite historical fashion is the Mid-Victorian Era (1860’s-1880’s), though the fashion of the 1940’s comes as a close second.

Per plotting with @audaciiae, Ophelia is the only living direct descendant of Julius Caesar (yes, that Caesar)

She’s also directly descended from the philosopher Socrates on her father’s side of the family. In fact, it is the Socratic branch of the family that is responsible for the Chronsturn Curse. Socrates’ lineage was cursed shortly before his execution by a witch who was angry at the role that he had played in “corrupting the youth” of Athens.

Sometimes, if Ophelia draws a sketch of some sort of clothing, it will appear in her wardrobe during one of her Chronsturn Curse shifts.

In threads where Ophelia is in her early twenties, she is a member of Gen Z. She’ll be prone to utilizing modern slang terms and referencing trends during interactions, with no regard for whether this might be “cringe” or strange for the given universe. The older that she is, the less likely that this becomes.

Ophelia has spent an extraordinary amount of time attempting to find loopholes in the curse’s laws — particularly the caveat that she is not allowed to speak of her bizarre origins. The loopholes that she has found include the ability to discuss the curse in writing and the ability to allude to her origins through vague statements that indicate she knows more than she is allowed to share. The sole criteria is that she is forbidden from speaking the word “curse” out loud.

When Ophelia attended Georgetown University, she was active in the theatre department as one of her numerous extracurriculars. She would often act in musicals and plays, and even was the student director of several Shakespeare productions.

Swordsmanship is another strange hobby that Ophelia has picked up as a result of the Chronsturn Curse; she learnt to wield a sword while still a teenager, and was on the fencing team at Georgetown.

She is a gifted equestrian, and began riding horses at her father’s insistence when she was five years old.

Ophelia swears like a sailor in numerous languages, no matter the time period or universe she’s shifting to.

In her Percy Jackson universe, she is the daughter of the titan Cronus, and Cronus bestowed multiuniversal travel abilities upon Socrates’ lineage not as a curse, but as a blessing. However, this knowledge has long since been lost, leading to the widespread belief that their reality shifting is a curse. Ophelia is the first demigod child that Cronus has fathered in centuries, if not ever.

She is force sensitive in her Star Wars universe, and has a strong affinity for the dark side of the force.

#╭ ⁞ ❏. headcanons / ophelia chronsturn.#╭ ⁞ ❏. muse headcanons.

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rockislandadultreads · 1 year ago

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Read-Alike Friday: Killers of the Flower Moon by David Grann

Killers of the Flower Moon by David Grann

In the 1920s, the richest people per capita in the world were members of the Osage Indian Nation in Oklahoma. After oil was discovered beneath their land, the Osage rode in chauffeured automobiles, built mansions, and sent their children to study in Europe.

Then, one by one, they began to be killed off. One Osage woman, Mollie Burkhart, watched as her family was murdered. Her older sister was shot. Her mother was then slowly poisoned. And it was just the beginning, as more Osage began to die under mysterious circumstances.

In this last remnant of the Wild West—where oilmen like J. P. Getty made their fortunes and where desperadoes such as Al Spencer, “the Phantom Terror,” roamed – virtually anyone who dared to investigate the killings were themselves murdered. As the death toll surpassed more than twenty-four Osage, the newly created F.B.I. took up the case, in what became one of the organization’s first major homicide investigations. But the bureau was then notoriously corrupt and initially bungled the case. Eventually the young director, J. Edgar Hoover, turned to a former Texas Ranger named Tom White to try to unravel the mystery. White put together an undercover team, including one of the only Native American agents in the bureau. They infiltrated the region, struggling to adopt the latest modern techniques of detection. Together with the Osage they began to expose one of the most sinister conspiracies in American history.

Covered with Night by Nicole Eustace

The Pulitzer Prize-winning history that transforms a single event in 1722 into an unparalleled portrait of early America.

In the winter of 1722, on the eve of a major conference between the Five Nations of the Haudenosaunee (also known as the Iroquois) and Anglo-American colonists, a pair of colonial fur traders brutally assaulted a Seneca hunter near Conestoga, Pennsylvania. Though virtually forgotten today, the crime ignited a contest between Native American forms of justice―rooted in community, forgiveness, and reparations―and the colonial ideology of harsh reprisal that called for the accused killers to be executed if found guilty.

In Covered with Night, historian Nicole Eustace reconstructs the attack and its aftermath, introducing a group of unforgettable individuals―from the slain man’s resilient widow to an Indigenous diplomat known as “Captain Civility” to the scheming governor of Pennsylvania―as she narrates a remarkable series of criminal investigations and cross-cultural negotiations. Taking its title from a Haudenosaunee metaphor for mourning, Covered with Night ultimately urges us to consider Indigenous approaches to grief and condolence, rupture and repair, as we seek new avenues of justice in our own era.

Return to Uluru by Mark McKenna

A killing. A hidden history. A story that goes to the heart of the nation.

When Mark McKenna set out to write a history of the centre of Australia, he had no idea what he would discover. One event in 1934 – the shooting at Uluru of Aboriginal man Yokununna by white policeman Bill McKinnon, and subsequent Commonwealth inquiry – stood out as a mirror of racial politics in the Northern Territory at the time.

But then, through speaking with the families of both killer and victim, McKenna unearthed new evidence that transformed the historical record and the meaning of the event for today. As he explains, ‘Every thread of the story connected to the present in surprising ways.’ In a sequence of powerful revelations, McKenna explores what truth-telling and reconciliation look like in practice.

Return to Uluru brings a cold case to life. It speaks directly to the Black Lives Matter movement, but is completely Australian. Recalling Chloe Hooper’s The Tall Man, it is superbly written, moving, and full of astonishing, unexpected twists. Ultimately it is a story of recognition and return, which goes to the very heart of the country. At the centre of it all is Uluru, the sacred site where paths fatefully converged.

Yellow Bird by Sierra Crane Murdoch

When Lissa Yellow Bird was released from prison in 2009, she found her home, the Fort Berthold Indian Reservation in North Dakota, transformed by the Bakken oil boom. In her absence, the landscape had been altered beyond recognition, her tribal government swayed by corporate interests, and her community burdened by a surge in violence and addiction. Three years later, when Lissa learned that a young white oil worker, Kristopher "KC" Clarke, had disappeared from his reservation worksite, she became particularly concerned. No one knew where Clarke had gone, and few people were actively looking for him.

Yellow Bird traces Lissa's steps as she obsessively hunts for clues to Clarke's disappearance. She navigates two worlds - that of her own tribe, changed by its newfound wealth, and that of the non-Native oilmen, down on their luck, who have come to find work on the heels of the economic recession. Her pursuit of Clarke is also a pursuit of redemption, as Lissa atones for her own crimes and reckons with generations of trauma.

#true crime #history #nonfiction #killers of the flower moon #reading recommendations #reading recs #book recommendations #book recs #library books #tbr #tbr pile #to read #booklr #book tumblr #book blog #library blog #readers advisory

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belugamenace · 1 year ago

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One Piece - Excerpt from Fic in Progress - Zoro/Sanji

Where Sanji was once a promising figure skater, and Zoro is the guy who moves next door.

rating - explicit

tags - angst, hurt/comfort, modern au, ableist language from character, internalized ableism, injury, chronic pain, violence, miscommunication, pining, from something awkward to lovers, past child abuse, happy ending, slow burn, tags to be added

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Sanji tried to act like his back didn’t bother him- that it was just an inconvenient injury now passed, long gone- like his ice skates and the bitter bite of winter. But sometimes his lower back ached after sitting or standing for too long, or his spine felt like it was on fire and woke him up in the middle of the night, or his muscles would tense or spasm at any time without reason, and he had to convince himself it was nothing. “I just slept wrong.” He would tell himself. “I just pulled a muscle.”

Almost a year ago, Sanji had an accident on the ice. Sanji, pro figure skater, silver medalist for his country in last year’s World Figure Skating Championship, the man projected to be a top contender for gold next year, if he really tried.

Now, he wasn’t even an option. Too much had happened. It was too chaotic, too difficult to process. He couldn’t even go on the ice anymore, not professionally, not physically, and especially not emotionally. He could never go back out there, and it broke him. It wasn’t even his fault.

He caught a glimpse of the scar in the mirror. The long scar that tore down his back in a jagged line, from the nape of his neck to his pelvis like a bolt of ugly lightning to a tree.

He could act like he didn’t see it, but then he would get in the shower. He would lather soap on his back, and the tips of his fingers would brush over the rough tissue, so different from the rest of him, and he couldn’t forget, not then. Sometimes, when his mind wandered, he would push on the scar wherever he could. His nerves would spark with pain, but he gritted his teeth and bore it- it was nothing like the pain he experienced that day. And because the pain then was so much worse, he could at least take this much now.

Eventually he would relent, giving up against the pressure of his own hand. The way the pain fizzled up and fired through all of the nerves in his back made his whole body jerk forward, made him sick. And once again, for another day, he would be weak. A coward. A baby. A fool for thinking he could ignore his life changing injury. An idiot for thinking he would ever go back to how he used to be.

He did it again. The mind wandering. He gripped the bathroom countertop, waiting for the sharp bursts of pain to subside. Eventually, the stabbing, prickling sensations dampened into a dull ache, not as intense but not quite gone.

He stood straight (or as straight as his spine would allow), threaded his fingers through his blonde hair, hopped in the shower, and didn’t so much as get clean as he used the shower in the morning to wake up. He sighed into the cold water that hit his face and then frowned as it made his bones ache. He felt like an old man, and he was only 22. He spun the shower nozzle until the water began letting off steam.

When he got out, he simply put back on the pajamas he was wearing. He hardly moved around anywhere anyways. Not like he was sweating. He paused and looked at himself in the mirror.

Dark circles enveloped his under eyes. He didn’t think his eyes looked blue anymore- or maybe they were, just darker, like a shadowy gray storm-cloud before the sun truly sets. Could eye color change in your early twenties? Or did he just hold himself different, the light no longer catching on his irises like they used to? He thought his cheeks looked hollow, and he brought a hand up to inspect his face. His fingers touched a scruffy beard and mustache. When was the last time he shaved? He shrugged.

Everything was fine.

Zeff was in the kitchen, chopping onions unfazed. Sanji thought he didn’t have tear ducts. He’d never seen the man cry- not for sadness and definitely not for onions. Not even when he almost died. He had just been really angry then- not at him, but at the situation. Zeff didn’t like things he couldn’t control.

Sanji slid past the older man and reached for the cupboard.

“Breakfast soon.” Zeff grunted, not looking up from his knife. He was mincing garlic now.

“Okay.” Sanji nodded, grabbing a mug from the cabinet and placing it under their coffee machine. He popped a pod into the top, pushed the lever down and pressed the drip button. The machine whirred to life and a glorious stream of liquid goodness descended into the mug. It stopped the whirring and the dripping and shut off automatically, signaling for Sanji to pick up his reward. Zeff scoffed.

“What?” Sanji sipped at his coffee, choosing to bite. Zeff was annoyed at something. It was probably stupid- like how he would get mad over how Sanji chose to cut potatoes. He walked past Zeff and to the kitchen table. He leaned slightly to put the mug down.

“You used to be proud to grind your own coffee grounds. Now you’re just lazy and okay with drinking that crap in a pod.”

Sanji felt indignant, a heat rumbling in his chest. He felt… frantic… defensive, like he should retort back to protect his dignity.

He used to grind his own coffee, physically, with a stupid little hand-wound coffee grinder that his hands could no longer grasp onto.

“Grinding my own coffee is a little harder now, considering,” He gestured to his own body. “I’m a fucking cripple.”

Zeff stopped his knife and looked at Sanji, eyes squinting. He stood there, just standing and staring for a little bit. “You need to go out more. You look like shit.”

Sanji rolled his eyes and turned back to his coffee. “Yeah, sure, whatever.” He didn’t want to go out. He didn’t want to go out and be pitied or fawned over. His hands got clammy at the thought of someone recognizing him. He didn’t think he could stand it if someone talked to him about figure skating, or worse, that day.

It happened once, when he went to a park 8 weeks after his surgery, and was sitting at a park bench while Zeff walked to get him a warm cup of tea. A woman walked up and stood over him, asking him if he was the Sanji Vinsmoke. He could barely lift his head to look at her. Shame washed over his skin. “Y-yes.” He had stuttered out. Instantly, her eyes got darker, not with malice or anger but with pity. Sanji hated it. “I’m so sorry about what happened to you.” She had said. “It’s such a shame they let that man get so close to you.”

He lowered his gaze, looking at the woman’s shoes, shiny little kitten heels which sunk in the dead winter grass. He looked at his shoes, which were stupid and ugly but Zeff said that they were good for his back. Something about extra support in the soles or some shit. He missed his dress shoes.

Sanji got lost in the ground, his ugly shoes and the dirt, until he noticed the woman was no longer there. Her shoes were replaced with a grumbling Zeff. “Some people have no manners.” He grunted as he sat down. He handed Sanji his tea. Sanji looked up and around. The woman was gone. He looked to Zeff, who got himself a coffee and was sipping at it with a look of disdain dripping from his face.

Sanji took his coffee and walked to the living room and sat down, uninterested in the conversation. He didn’t want to go out.

“I’m serious!” Zeff called from around the corner. “You need sun and exercise. Just sitting all day isn’t good for you, even if you think you’re healed as much as can be.”

“Zeff, I’m really not in the mood to have this conversation.” Sanji closed his eyes and held his coffee close.

“How about this,” Zeff said. Sanji heard the click of the stove being turned off and Zeff’s footsteps from around the corner. “Come with me later to the new neighbor’s house.”

Sanji opened his eyes and looked at the old man, confused. “Why?”

“Because you’re sad and lonely and need to meet people. I think he’s a firefighter or some shit.”

Sanji leaned back and closed his eyes again. No way was he going out today.

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well, here’s an excerpt from a fic i’m working on for zoro and sanji! it’s not up on ao3 yet, but it will be soon :) i hope people like it

#one piece #fanfiction #zosan #ao3 #roronoa zoro #vinsmoke sanji #zoro x sanji #angst #hurt/comfort #wow i’m writing again guys let’s cheer

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helloitsbees · 8 months ago

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I love your Lawrence pov fics, are there any more you haven't posted?

a few actually! they're a bit too short to post on ao3, but I can put them here!

Lawrence POV of their first meeting:

“Happy holidays,” a voice just in front of him said, a lull in the store’s noise carrying the timbre of his voice effortlessly over to him, and Lawrence lifted his head.

He noticed his smile first– a sardonic tilt of his lips that didn’t quite reach his hazel eyes. The man’s hair was a charming mop of deep brown locks, nearly black under the fluorescent lights, slightly mussed beneath the Santa hat he wore. As he turned to greet another customer, Lawrence’s breath caught at the sight of his profile. He was young, perhaps in his early twenties, and so lovely that Lawrence found himself leaning forward instinctively, catching himself on his cane.

And then the man was looking at him, those pretty lips parted as if in surprise. Lawrence felt his heart clench nonsensically in his chest as he steadily held his gaze.

“Uh, sir?” a customer said, approaching the counter. “What time do you close today?”

The man looked away, and Lawrence turned, heart pounding, with every intention of leaving.

Something stopped him. He didn’t know what– if he were the sort of man who believed in such nonsense, he’d say it was fate, or some impulse of his soul, some inexorable pull from deep inside him guiding him towards the boy. Perhaps it was just the simple desire to see him smile again. Either way, Lawrence walked toward him.

The man’s eyes were focussed on the counter as he approached him, his eyelashes thick against the slight bags under his eyes. Lawrence smiled.

“Excuse me,” he said, softly.

He looked at him with a start, and a blush spread over his face, quicker than wildfire. “Good morning.” His voice was pitchy, a bit higher than Lawrence had been expecting. He straightened as if pulled by an invisible string, and Lawrence rested his hand on the counter, steadying himself.

“Hi. I was wondering if you could help me with something.”

“Yeah,” he said, his jaw working over the word as if he were promising the world to Lawrence. “Anything.”

Lawrence POV of meeting Vikki, right before he and Adam go to New Jersey together:

She was pretty, Lawrence supposed– pretty in the way he’d never quite found appealing, the modern sort of attractive that consisted of trying so hard to seem effortless that it looped back around to artifice. Her handshake was firm, at least, and she gave him a genuine enough smile. “Hi.” Her voice was a touch husky. Behind her, Adam shifted from foot to foot, clearly nervous. Lawrence met his gaze, for just a moment, and the man’s eyes visibly softened with that now-familiar look of trusting hope.

Lawrence turned back to Vikki, smiling the same way he would to reassure a nervous patient. "Thank you for sparing Adam for the day. It's such a nice afternoon, I thought I'd take him to see a bit of the country near my place."

She didn’t respond to that; he didn’t blame her. Lawrence wouldn’t be surprised if she wouldn’t let Adam go at all– he hardly knew the man, after all, and one could never be too cautious these days–

"Do you want to come?” Adam said suddenly, and it took all of Lawrence’s self-restraint not to allow his brows to shoot up into his hairline. He was about to open his mouth and make some obvious excuse, some reason for Vikki not to be able to join them, when, thankfully, she shook her head, curls bouncing around her face.

"Nah, I've got too much to do. Christmas shopping and all. I’ll see you tonight?"

Adam’s stance relaxed a little. "Yeah," he said, adjusting his grip on the camera he held loosely in his right hand. “Definitely.”

And then Vikki was kissing him, hands threading into Adam’s hair. Lawrence’s throat tightened as Adam’s hand crept up to rest at her waist, holding her close. A surge of absurd, childish jealousy flooded through him, and Lawrence looked down at the empty passenger seat beside him, pretending to clear it of debris. Anything to not see the loosening of Adam’s brows, the soft blush on his cheeks as he was kissed.

They parted with a high, satisfied hum from Vikki, and she met Lawrence’s eyes with a smile that seemed almost triumphant. “Nice to meet you,” she said, her voice as light as anything. “Have fun, guys.”

aaaaaaaand Lawrence POV of the hotel room in DC:

“Whenever you’re ready, I’d love to take you on a tour. On your own time, of course.”

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Adam nod. “Yeah. Sure. Uh, hold that thought.” He bent down, undoing the laces of his worn-out boots and stepping carefully out of them before launching himself onto the bed. Lawrence couldn’t help the startled laugh that erupted from him, but it quickly died away as he heard Adam let out an absolutely pornographic sigh. Throat suddenly bone-dry, he was helpless to do anything but watch as the younger man shimmied deep into the down comforter, his shirt riding up to show the curve of his lower back.

Adam rolled over to face the ceiling, that heartbreakingly sweet smile of his shining broadly over his face, and Lawrence tightened his hold on his cane to a death grip as his eyes traced helplessly down his torso to the dusting of fine dark hair that disappeared into the low waistband of his jeans.

Christ, Adam was going to be the death of him.

As if sensing the panicked spiral he was sending Lawrence down, he moved to prop himself up lazily on his elbows. Lawrence hastily spun around before their eyes met, his pulse thundering in his ears, and steadied himself against the window with a slow breath out.

“Is your foot okay?” Adam asked, concerned. “You look a little–”

“I’m fine. Sorry.” It was all he could do to sound even remotely casual. “It’s just…” Lawrence cast around for an excuse; Adam was too perceptive of his moods to disregard the absolute state he’d sent him into. “Being back in D.C. after so many years, it’s– I’m happy we came here.”

#the price of saw

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darkmaga-returns · 24 days ago

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One thing we can be sure of, there’s more to come before this whole sad episode is sorted out. Putin says twenty years of chaos, and I wouldn’t argue against that.

A few days ago I linked to a thread by Armchair Warlord that compared this war, at least on the Ukraine front, to the American Civil War. Warlord, of course, admits that no such comparisons in history constitute direct parallels, but it does make a good deal of sense. Especially given that the Civil War is often viewed as a sort of dress rehearsal for WW1 in strictly military terms, and WW1 is being repeated in a certain sense in Ukraine. Excerpts:

The closest historical analogy to the Ukrainian War I can think of is the American Civil War - ironically a conflict that Europeans have always shied away from carefully studying. The underlying causes of the American Civil War festered for decades, finally erupting into open conflict after a series of political calculations and miscalculations brought down a national compromise that increasingly resembled a house of cards. Ditto Ukraine. I've said elsewhere the number of political offramps available to Western leaders to avoid this war were so numerous that the fact war broke out can only be explained as the result of anti-Russian policy - clearly miscalculated policy given the results thus far. Post-Maidan Ukraine spent eight years building a huge army, mobilized much of that reserve prewar, mobilized the remainder early in the war, and has been frantically press-ganging men since. Meanwhile, Russia took months to even start recruiting volunteers on a large scale. New technology rendered the battlefield far more lethal, heralding the end of the days of massed armies and the beginning of the modern "empty battlefield." Armies had to redevelop their tactical playbooks to remain effective in an age of trenches, rifles, and explosive shells. The Confederacy received an enormous amount of foreign support from European states with axes to grind with the US, or who simply saw an opportunity for profit. Royal Navy officers "on leave" crewed blockade runners, and rifles from British Army stocks armed Lee's troops. Ukraine has received an enormous amount of foreign support from Western states with axes to grind with Russia, or who simply saw an opportunity for profit. Western arms, ammunition, data, intelligence, planning, money, and advice have kept the AFU in the field for years. Death stalked the land. Casualties in the North were substantial - one in twenty adult men died in the war. In the South, which took slightly fewer overall but had a far smaller population, it was closer to one in five. Casualties in Russia have been substantial. [But not remotely one in twenty.] Those in Ukraine, apocalyptic.

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thewritersplace · 1 year ago

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Hello, all!

My name is Kendra, and this is my writeblr introduction. It's a bit simple stylistically, but that's how I am. Now, onto the intro!

I'm currently twenty-seven, use she/her pronouns, and am an asexual, demiromantic, biromantic cisgender woman (may as well cover all the bases, right?). I was born and raised in Northern California, spent my undergraduate years in Oregon, and then returned to NorCal, where I still reside.

I have an MA in History, a BA in Religious Studies, and a double minor in History and Psychology.

I've been on this website for over a decade (via my main blog), and have been writing in general for almost fifteen years. I started out with original works, then discovered fanfiction, and worked solely on that for over a decade, before slowly venturing back into original works again. Nowadays, I write both concurrently, though I admittedly do still find fanfiction easier, and my original works often take a backseat to my fics. Yet, somehow, I've ended up with a (current) total of seven WIPs — all of which I will introduce you to today.

It's been a long time since I've shared my original works with such a large audience, so I have some natural apprehension, but ultimately I'm looking forward to doing it again.

Now, without further ado, I present my WIPs!

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The Road To Eternity Is Paved With Blood (drafting)

Dracula's Daughter (outlining + drafting) (prequel/sequel to Road To Eternity)

The Wrath Of The Vampire Queen (outlining + drafting)

For The Love Of A Goddess (outlining)

The Other Side Of Paradise (outlining)

Red Thread Of Fate: Love In The Modern World (outlining + drafting)

As Above, So Below (outlining + drafting)

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The Road To Eternity Is Paved With Blood is a Dracula retelling of sorts that was inspired largely by Hellsing, with other snippets of inspiration taken from Bram Stoker's Dracula (1992) and Dracula Untold (2014). The story begins in the 1880s, and extends at the very least to the early 1900s. It follows the life and times of Rose Rowan, a beautiful noblewoman, and her relationship with her husband, Vlad Draculea (former Voivode of Wallachia, and member of the House of Drăculești), as they navigate eternity and a life of vampirism together. Her twin brother, Judas, is also featured prominently — as are his experiences with vampirism, which contrasts some with his sister's. Of course, as with every good Gothic novel, there is darkness to be found within this tale. Abraham Van Helsing and his ilk have made it their mission to bring about the end of Vlad Draculea, and anyone connected to him. The challenge in this quest, however, lies in said connections that Vlad has — namely Rose, who will stop at nothing to protect him from the infamous vampire hunter. She will have her fairytale ending, even if it has to be achieved through darker means. For while the road to hell may be paved with good intentions, the road to eternity is paved with blood.

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Dracula's Daughter is a sequel/prequel to the above story, and focuses on Beáta, the daughter of Vlad from one of his late wives. She is also a vampire, and has been living for centuries, though largely on her own. She has lived many lives, and is a worldly young woman, though at the beginning of our story she has come home to Wallachia to see her father again after his most recent remarriage, and to meet his new wife. While she ultimately becomes fond of her new step-mother, she also has to contend with the sinister plotting of some of her father's immortal brides — namely The Queen — who would like nothing more than to rid Vlad of his new wife. Thinking herself as perhaps the only one who can bring peace and stability to the family, Beáta wrestles with who she should side with, or if she should side with anyone at all. There is more to her new step-mother than meets the eye, however, and Beáta soon finds that perhaps she is not as alone in this fight as she thought. In fact, for the first time in centuries, she has someone on her side who will fight with sharp claws and bloodied teeth to make sure such a conflict will never come to pass again.

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The Wrath Of The Vampire Queen is a story somewhat inspired by Dracula Untold (2014), as well as the life and times of Vlad the Impaler. The tale begins in the mid-1400s, where Vlad Draculea and his wife, Senka Slavkov (born Deirdre Delacroix) are navigating the wars and politics of his reign. It then extends well into several of the following centuries, where Senka is still searching for her husband centuries after his disappearance (which occurs some years after his historically recorded death). Her brother, Didier Delacroix (who adopted the name 'Renatus' upon arriving in Wallachia), a dhampir, accompanies her in her search, as they are the only family each has left, and his connections with the Church and various religious organizations consistently prove vital to their search. Senka believes she knows exactly who took her husband — Hungarian and Turkish enemies from his mortal life, now vampires themselves. Didier, however, is not so certain, as some things don't add up. Still, they both believe that Vlad is out there somewhere, and will continue their search until they find him — be it alive or truly dead. If it is the latter, then there will be no saving his former captors from the wrath of Senka Slavkov, the vicious and vindictive Vampire Queen.

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For The Love Of A Goddess is a story set in the present day, and follows two young women — Megara and Zarina — as they navigate their lives as best they can. These two women are the best of friends, and share in many things — including being chosen by two goddesses to be their mortal partners in this iteration of their immortal lives. Megara, a historian and religious studies scholar, caught the eye of Athena, who admired her intellect just as much as her beauty. Zarina, a librarian with a previous background in psychology, attracts the attention of Aphrodite, who finds her beauty to be dazzling, and the depth of her kindness and compassion to be a rare thing in such an egocentric world. While very happy with their respective partners, Megara and Zarina find that being with immortals comes with a variety of challenges — and not just the more obvious ones. Athena and Aphrodite are just two of an endless list of deities who are trying to survive in a growing atheist world, and if they lose this fight, they may very well disappear for good. Not wanting such a thing to occur, all four women come together to try and create a plan to prevent this disappearance from happening — though they face difficulties in the form of other various deities not wanting to band together to save each other from extinction. After all, immortals are just as egocentric as the mortals they so often think of themselves as better than, and much more difficult to persuade. Thus, the four women must not only enact a plan to prevent the extinction of various deities, but also contend with the fact that they may be the only ones in this fight. With time very much not on their side, this group of mortals and immortals must figure out a way to ensure that they do not lose this existential battle, and keep the existence of so many deities alive.

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The Other Side Of Paradise is a retelling of Genesis in some ways, with the focus being on Lilith and Eve, rather than Adam and Eve. It begins in the Garden of Eden, with Eve pondering the idea of a world outside of the garden, and curiosity about her husband's alleged first wife, who had fled Eden long before Eve's creation. Eventually, Eve dared to venture to the edge of the garden, and it was there she saw Lilith. The two spoke over the wall, and met every day thereafter, eventually becoming friends. Lilith tried to get Eve to leave both Eden and Adam, but Eve was just the slightest bit apprehensive. Eventually, after tasting the forbidden fruit from the tree, Eve was expelled from the garden, and Lilith was there to greet her upon her exit. Eve, who was excited by the prospect of seeing the world, happily took Lilith's offered arm, and went off with her. The two spent many eons together, though not always in the same physical forms, as souls eventually begin to outlast bodies. In the present day, their souls have come to reside in the bodies of two young women who have never met, but are destined to find each other — as that is what souls do.

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Red Thread Of Fate: Love In The Modern World is a story about two young women, Shu Nazhi and Zhou Xue Li, who live in similar yet vastly different worlds. Shu Nazhi is a businesswoman who runs her family's company with the help of her older brother, Hou Zhu Zhi, and younger sister, Shu Nuan. Zhou Xue Li is a model, actress, and singer, who is down on her luck when it comes to love. The two are introduced by a mutual friend (Nazhi's foster sister of sorts, and Xue Li's close friend) under the guise of Nazhi being Xue Li's new bodyguard, and become close over the course of Nazhi's assignment. After Nazhi finds herself falling for Xue Li, she turns in her letter of resignation, and then promptly asks Xue Li out upon the latter's acceptance of said letter. Xue Li, already secretly head-over-heels in love, happily accepts, and the two spend the day doing various activities throughout the city. The relationship, blissful as it is, also comes with the complications of things like paparazzi, work commitments, as well as their differing personalities and lifestyles. As the two women navigate these challenges, they begin to wonder about what it would have been like to love each other in a different time, and if they ever did — for they know that the red thread of fate works in mysterious ways, and that some souls are always destined to find each other.

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As Above, So Below is a story inspired by the likes of noir, Old Hollywood, and Sin City by Frank Miller. There is a world of glamour, glitz, and gold, and there is a world of darkness, shadows, and secrets. These worlds co-exist, like day and night, and the door to each is only open at a handful of opportune times. For those who are clever or desperate enough, however, there is always a way to get in. The door to the world of darkness, shadows, and secrets tends to be used more than the door to the world of glamour, glitz, and gold, however, since there is always more to the residents of that shiny world than meets the eye. Scandals, murders, and a past they can't outrun send people to the door that leads to what some might call the world of sin, and most often these people are women. Daphne Król, a wealthy heiress and model, ventures into to the dark underbelly of her glamorous world when her younger sister, Lauren Lane, disappears. Their elder sister, Moreen Lane, who straddles the line between the two worlds, serves as a guide to this unforgiving place, and keeps her ear to the ground, assisting in whatever way she can in Daphne's quest to find their sister. In this world of darkness and secrets, Daphne comes across others who straddle that border between the two worlds. Ada Lis, an assassin/hitwoman turned PI, and her wife, Dorothea Todenhofer, a burlesque dancer and housewife. Harriet Hall, born Helen Voll, a fixer with connections to even the most upstanding politicians. Her on-and-off girlfriend, Lorraine Lachapelle-Genovese, an actress and model. Maureen Conmara, a conwoman and spy. Sonia Smith, a doctor who has no qualms about who her patients are or what services they need from her. Sally Seaver, an actress who spends most of her time in the world of glamour and glitz, but has on occasion reason to wander into the world of shadows and secrets. Though far from trustworthy — at least in the case of some of them — these women provided Daphne with solace and assistance as she began the search for her sister, and she slowly started to become accustomed to this world darkness, shadows, and secrets. With a scandal of her own behind her, the heiress began to find comfort in a world that was made up of all that was considered bad by upstanding society, and, as her search for her sister went on, began to consider it her new home. After all, in a world where sin and bad deeds were abound, and the law could be bought and sold as easily as livestock, the things that haunt people like ghosts and hunt them like dogs suddenly don't seem to be all that frightening or threatening. Everyone had their reasons and their stories for how they ended up in such a place — one that was built on shadows and secrets — but there was no need to talk about them. As long as people kept to themselves, and only shared with those they trusted, everything would go on as normal. Of course, as is the case with every place filled with secrets, some are bound to get out...

(Disclaimer: Zhou Xue Li and Dorothea Todenhofer were created by/belong to @bwaldorf, who was kind enough to allow me to use them in my stories)

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Tagging @bwaldorf, @veneritia, @helioselene,

@moariin, @socialmediasocrates, @lasbrumas

@sourrcandy

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novella-writers · 4 months ago

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Hi, you can call me Storm! I'm 30 and the mom of a loud and demanding cat ❤️

I’m a multiple paragraphs/novella style writer. I love to write detailed descriptions and delve into a character’s head/emotions as well as surroundings. I compare it to writing a novel together. Not every reply has to be novella length, however. If there are action or dialogue heavy scenes, I tend to do a shorter back and forth to keep the momentum going.

I only do MxF (with me writing the female role). I don’t double, but I’m more than happy to write side characters of either gender to help move the story along. I only want female authors writing male characters as I’m uncomfortable with cis male authors. (Nonbinary pals are an exception).

I'm really hoping to find a friendship, someone who can add to our story, and most importantly, someone who wants a long-term connection. It's difficult for me to write with someone if I don't feel that genuine bond. It's also important to me to have a high level of activity, with at least one reply a day.

If you suddenly stop replying ic and ooc, I'll drop the story after 2 attempts of gauging interest spaced a week apart. But feel free to message me if you want to pick the story back up again, even months later.

Searching For:

21+ partners only

An excellent grasp of grammar, punctuation, spelling, and capitalization. (Literate to advanced writers only, please. I'm not looking for newbies)

Plot before smut. While mature themes will be in my writing, there needs to be chemistry between our characters. I normally do a 60/40 plot to smut ratio and my characters tend to be subs/switches depending on the circumstances

An older male character (early forties to mid-late fifties). I love the gruff and tough men with dark pasts who secretly have a soft heart. I also love grumpy, hypermasculine men being intimidated by sweet but fiery women. My characters are mid-late twenties to early-mid thirties so the age gap is legal.

I'm not looking for age play. It's a romance between two consenting adults who each act exactly their age, and they just happen to be different ages.

Enthusiasm to chat about our character and ship, how to crush them and then gushing over fluffy moments. I love crying over characters and what the heck they’re doing. I want my heart ripped from my chest from angst, then feeling like it’s going to burst from overwhelming cuteness. I want us to love these characters and the world we create. I want to make pinterest boards, spotify playlists, graphics, and toss headcanons back and forth until late at night.

Have an idea for a scene? Found a picture that inspired you? Send it to me! Be invested when it comes to plotting/worldbuilding. There’s nothing worse than receiving one sentence in reply to two paragraphs of ideas, or having a doormat partner who says “sure” to whatever I ask. Building ideas one on top of the other, watching them snowball into amazing plot threads brings me joy. But having to pull plot ideas like I’m pulling teeth makes me think you’re not interested, and I will lose interest in return.

Interests:

Modern fantasy, monsters, sci-fi, omegaverse, southern gothic/midwest gothic (i’m a sucker for that southern/texas drawl), horror, height/size difference, enemies to lovers, slow burn romance, spooky small towns, post apocalyptic/dystopia, crime/mysteries, emotionally charged/dark and gritty, forced proximity, opposites attract, fated mates, anti heroes/morally gray characters, traumatic pasts, grumpy x sunshine, touch her / him and die, and more.

I have lots of original plot ideas in mind as well!

Fandoms (OCs ONLY)

Star Wars, Stranger Things, Mercy Thompson Series, True Blood, The Last of Us, Hunger Games, Fallout (TV Show)

I write only on discord using servers with organized channels. Like this post or add me on discord (magicofrain) if you’re interested. The most effective way to grab my genuine interest is by messaging me with a detailed reply. Please let me know which interests you liked from my ad.

Message if interested!

#oc rp #fandom rp #star wars rp #stranger things rp #mercy thompson rp #true blood rp #the last of us rp #the hunger games rp #fallout rp

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roleplayfinder · 4 months ago

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Hi, you can call me Storm! I'm 30 and the mom of a loud and demanding cat ❤️

Searching For:

20+ partners only

An excellent grasp of grammar, punctuation, spelling, and capitalization. (Literate to advanced writers only, please. I'm not looking for newbies)

I'm not looking for age play. It's a romance between two consenting adults who each act exactly their age, and they just happen to be different ages.

Interests:

I have lots of original plot ideas in mind as well!

Fandoms (OCs ONLY)

Star Wars, Stranger Things, Mercy Thompson Series, True Blood, The Last of Us, Hunger Games, Fallout (TV Show)

#twenty and over #oc #oc roleplay #oc rp #star wars #star wars roleplay #star wars rp #mercy thompson series #mercy thompson series roleplay #mercy thompson series rp #fantasy #sci-fi #horror #true blood #tlou

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the-batacombs · 6 months ago

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Okay I've been READING COMICS finally. I've not had anything on my TV watch list (that I wanted to watch), and I've had a lot of free time, so. Comics.

Green Arrow (1988) Vol. 1: Hunter's Moon, Vol. 2: Here There Be Dragons

I'm going to be honest I liked these way more than I was expecting to. The very prominent politics of this one are very wobbly compared to the Adams/O'Neil GA/GL, but it's a little more modern in its sentiments. Surprisingly progressive on gay men and East Asian characters, surprisingly regressive on Native American and Black characters. The colouring had a lot to contribute to that read. Grell's pacing is solid, his ongoing here has a lot more light in it than in Longbow Hunters, and his Dinah kind of dips in and out of being a really strong character and disappearing again into a kind of generic female cattiness. Art on this one has that wonderful late eighties/early nineties quality where the linework is starting to explode in what's creatively allowed. It's very pretty. Planning on picking up Vol. 3 as soon as I can track it down.

Green Arrow (2001) Vol. 1: Quiver

Okay, I understand why people like this one. It's a deep-cuts, I would have been lost if I hadn't been reading at least a little chronologically through GA comics, and it's very very good. It's stuck a little in the nineties curse re: art, and I got so thrown by he-looks-white!Connor Hawke it's almost funny, but the pacing is amazing amazing. Very few comics are paced this well, where something substantial happens every issue in an organic way that moves the story forward. Also extremely politically stuck in its time period; if Grell was worried about China and Iran and Cold War/post-Cold War politics, this one is concerned with 9/11 and what's going to become War on Terror talking points. Shout-out to having more Tim Drake mentions than several recent volumes of Batman I've read where he's theoretically Robin.

Green Arrow: Stranded

This one is cute. 10/10 for kid Oliver's green hoodie, it's fantastic. This one strongly resembled Batgirl: Shadow of the Bat in tone, where they're preserving what they can about the canonical origin story but kind of glossing over the details and hoping the cute art will carry the violence past concerned editorial/parental eyes. It's fun, it's about a twenty-minute read and Oliver's crazy archery glee plus the pressure of having to take care of other people really strengthen the comic. It does a nice little loop where Oliver doesn't really have to learn anything about himself except that he can be brave when he needs to be, but his dad has to learn something about him. (Sometimes GA writers talk about the stranded-on-the-island era as a kind of "life lessons" era and it drives me bonkers. So this was nice.)

We Are Robin (2016) Vol. 1: The Vigilante Business

This comic...really lost me. I really liked it conceptually and as a Gotham/batbook. The art was fun and dynamic and the Duke voice was excellent crazy fantastic. But regarding the actual narrative, it moved way too slowly. Even after six issues I'm not sure what the actual drive of the story was, and none of the dangling threads were resolved. I had really wanted to read this, but it's definitely pushed Vol. 2 and Robin War farther back on my list, because this was more frustrating than entertaining to parse. Not helped on my end by really not having any context for what was going on in New52 Batman; this is potentially better if you read it in a row with the subsequent volumes, but I wouldn't know yet.

The Flash (2016) Vol. 19: The One-Minute War

Okay this was...not exactly what I thought it was going to be, because it didn't really deliver on the promise of the premise of a One-Minute War. It was, however, extremely fun silly comics story, and it completely sold me on reading the rest of the Adams Flash run. Bart Allen my boy Bart Allen. <3 Also Irey! And Jai! And Linda! And Wally! Really crazy Flash speed force stuff that made the sci-fi part of my brain go whizz-bang-whirr with joy. I read all that GA and decided I was definitely a batbook fan, but I read this and seriously considered that I could become a big Flash fan. Anyway, I had a lot of fun with this one. Strongly recommend although it's Vol. 19 and if you don't know all the characters it won't make any sense and I think it will be much less fun. It's a character story. (On which note, I wish it had tried to be less girlpower. Stronger Linda/Irey characterization here would have done a lot for it.)

Nightwing (1996): Brothers in Blood

I can't believe I found this, I was literally so psyched to read this. I love Jason as a villain, he's just somehow the perfect combination of compelling antagonist character and so, so lame. Everything about this plot was ??? but the tentacle guy coming out of nowhere was a huge plus. Jason should've got to keep the tentacle powers I'm just saying. Dick's just very Dick Grayson in this thing, his life is a mess, it was surprisingly tonally coherent but also very much...not my tone? The last Nightwing I read I think was Taylor's and the shift between the perfect TT apartment and Dick's definitely illegal loft here, with a pretty redheaded girl being mildly snarky in both, is...weird. The more things change the more they stay the same? He also looks about fifteen years older here than he does in TT's run, which is just funny. Kind of confirmed for me that Nightwing (1996) is almost definitely a very good comic that I probably won't enjoy that much. And that Jason's Actual Villain Era is fantastic and I should hunt down every appearance. He's so much more interesting before he became a moral conundrum for Bruce to be sad over.

#oh goodness since this write up I've read even more #will save them for next time #now I need a tag for my reporting on comics...#penny dispatch #oh yeah I like that #please take this lightly this is just some idle thoughts if I'm going to seriously reflect on any of these you will know

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findyourrp · 7 months ago

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Hi, you can call me Storm! I'm 30 and the mom of a loud and demanding cat ❤️

Searching For:

20+ partners only

An excellent grasp of grammar, punctuation, spelling, and capitalization. (Literate to advanced writers only, please. I'm not looking for newbies)

I'm not looking for age play. It's a romance between two consenting adults who each act exactly their age, and they just happen to be different ages.

Interests:

Modern fantasy, monsters, sci-fi, omegaverse, southern gothic/midwest gothic (i’m a sucker for that southern/texas drawl), horror, height/size difference, cheating/affair, enemies to lovers, slow burn romance, spooky small towns, post apocalyptic/dystopia, crime/mysteries, emotionally charged/dark and gritty, bodyguard x assignment, forced proximity, opposites attract, fated mates, anti heroes/morally gray characters, traumatic pasts, grumpy x sunshine, one bed, men who simp over their women, touch her / him and die, and more.

I have lots of original plot ideas in mind as well!

Fandoms (OCs ONLY)

Star Wars, Stranger Things, Mercy Thompson Series, True Blood, The Last of Us, Hunger Games, Fallout (TV Show)

I write only on discord using servers with organized channels. Like this post or add me on discord (magicofrain) if you’re interested. The most effective way to grab my genuine interest is by messaging me as if we've been friends for years. Please let me know which interests you liked from my ad.

#rp finder #18+ rp #fandom roleplay #fandomless rp #fandom rp

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darkrpfinders · 4 months ago

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Hi, you can call me Storm! I'm 30 and the mom of a loud and demanding cat ❤️

Searching For:

21+ partners only

An excellent grasp of grammar, punctuation, spelling, and capitalization. (Literate to advanced writers only, please. I'm not looking for newbies)

I'm not looking for age play. It's a romance between two consenting adults who each act exactly their age, and they just happen to be different ages.

Interests:

I have lots of original plot ideas in mind as well!

Fandoms (OCs ONLY)

Star Wars, Stranger Things, Mercy Thompson Series, True Blood, The Last of Us, Hunger Games, Fallout (TV Show)

magicofrain

#star wars rp #stranger things rp #mercy thompson rp #true blood rp #the last of us rp #tlou rp #the hunger games rp #fallout rp #omegaverse rp #mxf #dark roleplay #dark rp #spicy

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missperfectlyfinewrites · 11 months ago

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Threads wanted for the following muses. Like this post & I'll reach out:

BEATRICE “BEA” ALLEN | early-mid twenties | hopeful dancer & waitress | submissive | k.ristine froseth fc ➡️innocent, fish out of water, hollywood wanna be, ultimate sweetheart, naïve.

BROOKE DAVIS | mid twenties | upcoming broadway star & daughter of retired broadway star | submissive | t.aylor swift fc ➡️ can be rather sweet but..bratty, sensitive, emotional, mommy issues, scared of being cheated on.

ELSIE TYLER | early twenties | diner waitress | submissive | e.lla purnell fc➡️ virgin, innocent, trailer park baby, toxic daddy, ultimate sweetheart.

FLORA HARRIS | late twenties | maid / helps run her mother’s cleaning company - au or modern | switch | s.imone ashley fc. ➡️kind, determined, motivated, doesn't take your shit, more of an introvert.

LACEY ANDREWS | early twenties | adult entertainment star - known as lacey lane | submissive | n.atalie alyn lind fc ➡️sweet, capable, sexy, flirty, fun, proud of her job.

MADELINE LAWRENCE | late twenties | princess - AU or modern | switch | t.aylor swift fc ➡️ kind, considerate, stubborn, a little sick of her duties, wants to live a little.

SABRINA MONTGOMERY | early-mid twenties | professional escort | switch | l.ily-rose depp fc ➡️ sexy, confident, flirty, knows how to have a good time, good at her job, not really here to make friends.

#indie kink rp #indie smut rp #indie rp

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findroleplay · 1 year ago

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Hi, you can call me Storm! I'm 30 and the mom of a loud and demanding cat ❤️

I only do MxF (with me writing the female role). I don’t double, but I’m more than happy to write side characters of either gender to help move the story along. I only want female authors writing male characters as I’ve had bad experiences with cis male authors. (Trans men and nonbinary pals are exceptions).

Searching For:

20+ partners only

An excellent grasp of grammar, punctuation, spelling, and capitalization. (Literate to advanced writers only, please. I'm not looking for newbies)

Interests:

I have lots of original plot ideas in mind as well!

Fandoms (OCs ONLY)

Star Wars, Stranger Things, Mercy Thompson Series, True Blood, The Last of Us, Hunger Games

I write only on discord using servers with organized channels. Like this post or add me on discord (magicofrain) if you’re interested. The most effective way to grab my genuine interest is by messaging me as if we've been friends for years. Please let me know which interests you liked from my ad.

#rp #roleplay #oc rp #fandomless rp #original rp #Star Wars rp #Stranger Things rp #Mercy Thompson rp #True Blood rp #The Last of Us rp #Hunger Games rp

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